Fully Loaded

To set the scene a little, it had been a very busy week full of conversation about the Sex Map and the pins that I posted, watching videos, taking pictures, as well as some other things that we had shared that we like to do or might want to try.  He's been out of town, so mainly keeping my mind engaged.  It had been so much fun, but also made me so fucking needy I could barely breathe. Time is getting short, so there many things we won't get to, but I plan to have as much fun as possible trying to tick them off.

I knew it would be an interesting day when first thing that morning I received a text that said, "We need to take a field trip to the toy store." and another one that said, "And a titty bar."  That got my juices flowing immediately, but more so when he explained that he was just thinking while he finished his own sex map.

That morning, we have small discussion while you finish your Sex Map about going to a titty bar, which I'm all for, especially with you.  Followed it up with needing to find something to insert that I can wear all day, and a fucking fantastic picture of your cock that makes my mouth water as I jump in the shower.  Your map is waiting for me so I rush the shower, without skipping any steps that you would find important, and eagerly sign on to look at it.  I love the insight to your mind, even if the map isn't ideal.  I ask a few initial questions, but before I get too far, you tell me you have all call at 11 and ask if I want to go to the toy store and pick a few things up and come over for a feeding?

I reply with a sounds fun, but that doesn't begin to describe the feeling when a long anticipated fuck is coming my way.  I work to get ready as fast as possible since it's already almost 11, but another text comes in asking me to checkout a little switch on Fetlife that distracts me.  She's hot, young, and seems very smart from her profile.  Definitely my type of girl.  I finish getting dressed and rush off to the store.

Our toy store is small, but usually serves my needs.  There are a ton of vibrators and dildos, but far less of items I'm in search of today.  I'm having a hard time concentrating on the items I'm after with so many fun things available that I know were on both of our maps, especially when I know I'm running right over to your house afterwards.  I see some beautiful red rope and run my fingers over it contemplating picking it up for us since it was on both of our maps.  Then I remember that I'm here for specific items.  I peruse the ben wa section.  There is little to choose from with a few options missing completely.  I pick a package with detached rose gold balls, mostly because they struck me as beautiful.  I move over to the anal section, which has far more to choose from, but almost all of it is marked beginner. 

I search and search, but either it’s marked beginner or are anal beads.  I haven't ever used a butt plug before, but I'm fairly certain I'm beyond beginner.  You are so big and I've learned to take you fully, and I want something filling.  Mostly though, they just aren't what I pictured.  I want something pretty and jeweled.  I begrudgingly pick up a basic black small butt plug and some anal beads just in case.  After a brief discussion with a pushy sales lady where I have to explain in no uncertain terms that we do not need lube because we do not use lube, I text that I'm done and make my way to you.

When I arrive with my pink bag of goodies, I'm barely able to contain my excitement.  It has been a couple of weeks since our last encounter and I just want to run to the bedroom and strip.  When I walk in though, I’m surprised to find you on a call.  You greet me with a hello so I'm assuming you are just listening.  There is a little more conversation as I am putting my stuff down, but I couldn't tell you what was said.  I’m only thinking about getting naked as soon as possible.  You take the bag out of my hand and walk to the bedroom.  Already taking over for me, and I immediately fall into my role. 

Once in the bedroom, I sit on the bed and watch you go through the bag while a woman from the conference call drones on.  You open the box with the balls, and while they are still beautiful, they are so disappointingly small.  I don’t really dwell on it, since they'll have to do for today.

You move over to stand in front of me and begin to undo my jeans.  I help pull them off, but leave my black lacy panties on.  I watch as you undo your own zipper and pull my prize out while keeping your clothes on.  I drop to my knees since I don't need any instruction to know what you want from me right now and my mouth is already watering.  I take your cock in my hand and bring it to my mouth, taking you deep as possible without getting too close to your clothes.  I'm worried that my red lipstick will stain them.  You're quickly wet and easy to work, so I take you farther having completely forgotten my concern only seconds ago.  The woman on the conference call continues while I stroke, suck and swirl my tongue around the tip, taking you further each time.  I look up and watch you listening to the call as your cock is getting sucked.  I realize that I'm sort of getting that little fantasy that I've had many times, and while you don't have to talk yourself or be quiet since they clearly can't hear us, I really like it.

As I continue to work you, the need to be closer and have more access is building to a threatening degree for me.  I want your clothes off.  I want your ass in my hands so I can pull you hard into me.  I start to move my free hand up your shorts to find your balls while I keep my eyes on you for your reaction.  When I grab hold, you close your eyes and moan.  So fucking awesome to watch you lost in that moment and knowing that I put you there. 

It's short lived though as you grab my head and tell me you want to fuck my mouth.  We take a moment to pull your clothes off and then I take you back into my mouth and deep as I can.  I get lost a little myself as you take over and push deep a few times cutting my airway before you pull out roughly and command me to get rid of my panties and bend over the bed.

I do as I'm told and await further instruction.  I can hear you rummaging through the stuff I bought and I'm told to spread my cheeks.  I spread them wide and wait patiently.  I jump in surprise when you spit hard onto my ass, and I feel the tip of the butt plug.  It's harder than I expected but feels very small compared to you.  As you push it further in, I can feel the weight of the plug.  As the bulb squeezes past, I groan a little with the pain and I'm thankful it isn't bigger.  It hurts as it passes, but then I only feel full.  I am enjoying the weight and feeling, but it's nothing compared to being fucked in the ass by you.  Almost makes me want it more.  No, it for sure drives that need more. 

The conference call plays like music in the background and the only thing that bothers me about it is I'm having a much harder time hearing you speaking to me.  You're saying something now as you are getting yourself ready to fuck my pussy, but I can't hear it.  As you push hard in, I get the first taste of what it is going to feel like for you to fuck me with the plug in.  I want more.  You push hard into me again, this time breaking through completely and push the plug deeper into me as you do.  I let out a ragged moan moving my hands into my hair pulling tight.  You push my back down to the bed and fuck me steadily as I get used to the foreign feeling of being so full. 

Finally, I hear your voice over the call asking if I'm going to get sent home with my butt plug in and a belly full of cum.  I answer yes, because it's the only word I can get out between moans.  I love this full feeling.  It reminds me of the DP encounter a bit, although you were fucking my ass then and that thought drives the desire more.  You ask me to reach back and take a hold of your balls, and I jump to the task.  Reaching back and pull down hard and then push them equally as hard into me while I listen to your voice and soft moans.

Yes, just like that.  So much bigger than the peanuts you're used to.  Can you feel them smack your pussy with each thrust?

I don’t really answer but let my moans get louder in approval while I run my finger down the crack of your ass before I let them drop.  You go on to ask me if there was anything on your map that I want to try and I really, really want to answer.  I try to still myself against your blows and grip the edge of the bed hard to answer, but it does no good.  I'll have to revisit the question, and I let myself fall back into the rhythm. 

When I don't answer, you move on to tell me that maybe we should get Elizabeth to come with us to the titty bar and then she can watch you suck my cock on the way home.  I moan a yes that sounds good, but then you ask if I would want to watch her suck your cock also.  I moan another yes, and I know I would.  While I'm contemplating that scene and how hot Elizabeth is, you pull out and leave me breathless.  You order me to feel my cunt and see how wet I am.  As I run my fingers down my slit, and feel for the first time the hard handle of the plug sticking out as well. 

Moving back over to me, I feel the cold hardness of the first of the tiny balls being inserted into my soaking wet pussy.  As the second one is inserted, I can feel the weight of them as the move about inside of me.  I'm not given much time to get used to it, as your cock pushes hard into my pussy filling it deeply with the thrust.  I'm so full it feels like I'm going to explode, but I love the weight of the balls as they are pushed around.  A hard smack to my ass adds to the jostling as I jump in surprise.  It comes hard and swift and stings in the best possible way.  Feels like someone has decided to stop holding back on me and I’m left throbbing in gratitude.

I hear you talking to me when I come back from the high of the smack, but I can't hear you over the conference call.  You repeat yourself and this time there is a roughness in your voice that makes me want to beg for forgiveness after making you repeat yourself.  You want to know if I want you to cum in my mouth.  I do my best to let out a strangled please. 

Please what?

The roughness is still there and I want desperately to answer loud enough to be heard over the call but you are pounding me hard and the balls are pushing me over the edge. 

Please what??

Louder and rougher this time with my name punctuating the demand and I know I have to answer.  You never let up on me though and I use all of my strength to keep my breath steady and voice strong.

Please cum in my mouth!! Please fuck me harder!!

With my reply you pick up the force and the pace, and smack my ass harder than you ever have before and I start to whimper.  Little fucks are release between them, and my legs almost buckle from the building pressure to cum.  You ask me if I want you to fuck my ass before we finish, and I know I ache for it, but I'm so lost in the plug being pushed deeper and harder, the balls filling me and your relentless pounding, that I have no idea what ever happened to the idea.

I come back to the present when I feel you pull roughly from me and order me back down to my knees.  Telling me to get in my place.  Where I belong.  You work yourself as I drop carefully with the plug still engaged.  Find my spot and devour your balls like I haven't eaten in days.  I'm looking up while I do and listen to you talk about that girl that you told me to check out this morning.

Are you going to send her a little love note?

Do you want me to?

Yes, I want you to tell her what a little slut you are….

I don’t catch the rest because the conference call gets too loud.  You stop working yourself for a moment and hold your cock up so that I can move to the other side.  As I move over, you have the head gripped tight and pull it down for a quick taste.  I suck hard at the cum already sitting at the tip and I already want more, but it's taken away from me.  I take your other ball in slowly while I look up at you, swirl my tongue around and suck a little harder.  I return my gaze to my work, pulling your ass closer to my face and I lick from your ass back to your balls, taking one in again.

I hear your warning that you've been edging for a few days now so I should be prepared for as much cum as when you last painted my face.  I welcome the idea.  I can't wait to drink you down.  You start to tell me that you have to keep stopping while I suck your balls or you're going to explode, but stop short and ask me if I know what edging is.  I let you go to answer that I do.  It makes me wet just thinking about it and I'm afraid I'm going to lose my own ball, but I hold tight below as you ask if I'm ready for your cum or do I want you to fuck my pussy some more.  I start to answer that if you are already holding back, that I want your cum now, but I am interrupted by your order to get up on the bed on my back. 

I jump up and get ready for a pounding.  You push in hard once and then again.  And then you stop, pull out and yell at me to get on my knees quickly.  I jump down, ignoring the bump from the plug so that I don't miss the shot.  You grab hard on to my hair at the scalp and cum in my mouth.  I lap up the cum as it hits and lose myself in the sound of your release.  No better sound to me in this moment.  You step away with a huge smile on your face just as everyone on the calls says their good byes.  You remark that she's done and turn the phone off.  I reply with my own smile and say you are too.  Perfect timing.

Bound and Painted

I've been asked to wait here, in the bedroom.  I'm standing by the bed thinking about how dark it is today.  Gloomy outside and the room is in a heavy shadow.  I move over to a large mirror that has been beckoning me ever since you mentioned not having fucked me up against it yet.  I'm not really looking at anything in particular. I'm just making note that it's too dark to play with the mirror today, but I'm looking forward to it.

As you walk back into the room, I see you lay a lighter on the nightstand.  An earlier text mentioned you saw a stick candle and thought of me, so I'm assuming there is one that I just haven't seen yet.  I'm eager to get started and so excited to see what you have planned.

We come together by the bed and when your lips meet, I melt into the kiss.  It's been a couple of weeks since I've felt your lips on me, so I'm reluctant to give it up as you begin to undress me.  I give in but watch you closely as you raise my shirt to reveal my bra.

You're wearing the new ones.

Yes.  I just took the tags off this morning.

Do you remember what happened last time you wore these? 

Yes. I got fucked very well.

And where did I cum? 

Mmm.  Inside of me.

I am fully undressed and you lay me back onto the bed.  Pulling me down so my ass is barley on the edge.  Lift each of my legs and place my feet against your thighs and spread my legs.  I see a smirk cross your face when you see my little surprise for you, but you don’t say a thing.  Your initials in silver metallic tattoos on my freshly shaved pussy.  I put them on yesterday while I was feeling naughty in the hopes that I would get to see you this week.  You simply keep manipulating my body into your desired position, placing each of my hands on my ankles.  You ask me to stay like that, but drop my feet back down to the bed and leave the room once again. 

When you return, you have a couple of ties in your hand.  I'm intimately familiar with these particular ties at this point and am slick with anticipation.  You place my feet back on your thighs and begin to wrap my left wrist and bind it tightly to my left ankle.  Unlike previous encounters, there is no play in these bindings.  As you start to work on my right wrist, you tell me about how you have been thinking about tying me up like this for a long time now.  This binding is even tighter and I'm locked in place, ready for what's next.

You reach over to the nightstand and pick up a lighter and a white stick candle.  You light the candle and hold it upright watching as the wax pools.  It's so quiet in the room that the only noise is the flicker of the flame.  The waiting is killing me, and I'm fixated on your hand holding the candle.  Once enough time has passed, you slowly tilt the candle.  It still takes a while for the hot wax to fall and I hold my breath for the agonizing wait.  When the wax first hits my nipple, it stings in the most incredible way and I loudly breathe out trying to stifle a squeal.  A few more drops and as the pace picks up my body is aching for more.  I'm watching you working on me and your breathing is calm, hands are so steady.  Not even a tremor; your confidence is always impressive to me.  The wax is so light in color, that I can't really see where it has splattered or the pattern it’s making, but the feeling is intoxicating and let out little ah's as they burn.  You have never been this quiet and it's almost unnerving.  I close my eyes and lay my head back to concentrate on the feeling of the wax hitting my body.

I feel you remove my feet from your thighs and place them on the bed so that you can step away.  When I open my eyes, the candle is gone and you are very slowly stepping back to me.  You seem to be deep in thought and I'm quietly waiting for you to proceed.  You sink to your knees before me in the sexiest way I have ever seen you do before and come so very close to my spread pussy and just stop.  I'm watching keenly wondering when you will make contact.  You quietly stay right where you are teasing me with your hot fucking breath.  It torments me, and I want more than your breath to invade me.  My wrists are still tied my ankles so there is no chance that I can grab you myself.  I can barely take the anticipation and almost let out a please when you lean a little closer and slyly lick me.  We lock eyes and you do it again.  This time licking my ass as you go.  I want to fucking burst, willing you to fully commit and devour me.  You lock eyes with me one more time and then you lock on.  Expertly licking and invading me with your tongue.  I push my body down hard onto you out of pure need.  I pull hard against the restraints only wanting to touch you, but my hands are firmly locked on my ankles.  Instead I dig my nails into me and wish it was you.

Suddenly, you stop and say you'll be right back.  This time you return with your phone, so I know we'll be taking some video.  You point the camera and snap a couple of pictures and label it aloud, Bound.  Then the camera is laid on the nightstand and you turn back beginning to untie your drawstrings.  Finally, you start to talk to me again. Telling me how much you wanted to cum yesterday and how it had been awhile since you last came.  I ask about cumming on Saturday, since I had seen a picture of his beautifully erect cock.  It would be a shame if that wasn't taken care of.  I know I was begging for it.

I wanted to call you over yesterday and suck me dry.

I wish you would have.

I couldn't.  Too busy.

I know.  And the thing is, I do.  Mondays are always hard, yesterday was no different, except I was aching in the worst way too.  A fantasy that I often have flashes through my mind in an instant.  You on a call and me on my knees.  Working your cock, knowing for the first time in forever, you'll have to be quiet.  No talking, no instruction.  Or maybe you do have to talk on the call while your cock is in my mouth.  Measured breath, steady voice.  Finding your release in the quietest way; something I've never seen from you.

When I come back to here and now you're still talking about cumming.  Telling me it's going to be a lot and that you plan to paint my face with it.  Fully undressed now, I watch as you work yourself just a little while you talk about me sucking your balls.  Thinking about leaving me bound and crouching over my face so I can lick your balls or letting me get on my knees to service you.  It all sounds very good to me and I voice my opinion as you step over to get in position.

Teasing my clit with your cock a few times and then pushes hard into me.  Putting your full weight into it, crushing me in every way possible, and I feel like I just might break apart.  Easing up to adjust and you push fully into me again and my hungry pussy envelopes you.  Fucking me mercilessly, your hands are pushing hard against my bound legs.  I find myself pushing you back with my feet and my hands together.  Once I find some relief from the force of your weight, but not from your thrusts, I tune back into the current discussion.  You logged into my Fetlife account yesterday and had some fun looking around.  Saw a girl being fisted, and it made you think about stretching me further, maybe getting a speculum and opening me wide, cumming in me that way and then making me lick it clean.

Is that too much?

No.  I've been into BDSM for a long time, so no, it doesn't shock me.  I just finally have someone that I know won't hurt me, who will do the things I've been thinking about.  I’ve let you guide me, but I know there are things we haven’t discussed that I’m into trying.  Since I've been on Fetlife, I've seen a lot more than I ever did watching porn.  I have a firm grasp on what my hard limits are.  Fisting is not wet inducing for me.  It seems like a parlor trick, more than anything else.  I don't see how either party derives pleasure from it, but who knows.  Wait…will your watch be on?  Will I get to feel it as it scrapes me?  If so, I could be into it.  As for the speculum, find one.  You have carte blanche.

When was the last time you got fucked good?  My name punctuating that question so I know I am meant to answer, but I can't.  I'm breathless from the pounding, and we both know the answer anyway.

Pulling out for a short time and work on yourself while you talk about how you wanted to pour some hot wax on my pussy but that you really wanted to eat it first.  I kind of want to yell fuck me, light the candle please.  But before I get the chance, you fill me again and I am lost in the moment.  My breathing ragged immediately, and it's getting harder to concentrate on your words.  Explaining how you are looking forward to watching me eating another girl's pussy.  So I ask what you are going to be doing.

Fucking you from behind.  Have her tell me how it feels to have your tongue on her pussy.  Maybe let her suck my dick.  What do you want me to do?

Fuck my ass.

Good girl.  Maybe I'll grab fist of your hair and shove your head down into her pussy while I fuck your tight little ass.

I moan in response.  The pounding intensified during that last little bit and I can no longer speak.

How are the bindings?

Their fine comes amidst ragged breaths.

You pull out and take a couple more pictures.  I have been bound in this position with your weight heavy against them, so I close my legs and lay on my side to rest a bit while you put the camera back.  Working yourself on your way back over, you must decide this position is as good as any.  I am locked down in place with one hand, while the other directs your cock, filling me once again.  The position isn't as punishing as the last.  With every thrust, I can feel your balls as they almost get sucked up into my ass cheeks.  I'm enjoying the moment, when your question comes.

Is he home this week?

Yes.  A very hard smack lands just where my ass and my leg meets.  I cry out in surprise as the pain radiates through me and turn to raging desire.  My cry is answered by a snickered response.

I hope he doesn't see that.

Like the initials?  I start to smile and then another hard blow lands in the same spot and I cry out again.  This time in ecstasy.  A couple more blows and I might just cum like this.

When did you do that?

Yesterday.  This time, I'm not rewarded with a smack.  Sadly, I know I won't get another today.

When were you going to show me?

I never answer the question.  You pull out once again, and I am left throbbing and wanting.  Push hard back in and you tell me how you would like to fuck my little ass in this position.

An audible mmmm and then I reply.  Sounds good.  I really like this position.  I can feel your balls between my ass cheeks with every thrust.  My words come out in stutters as I get pounded again.

You can feel them shove into you while I pound you?  And to prove the point, you thrust even harder.

Yes.

My legs are opened and I'm turned so that I am again on my back.  The blade of one of the ties falls between my legs.  It's red with a white pattern on it.  I wonder if you ever wear these ties in public.  I'm guessing no.  But if so, do you think about the times you have tied girls up with them?  I am pulled out of the small daydream when I am roughly pulled back down the bed so that my ass is handing off.  I know you have me in your thick, strong arms, so I don't find the need to struggle back on the bed.  My reward is you fucking me hard and so very deep.  I begin to choke on my words, and only shit actually escapes.

Tell me!  My name again calling my attention.

I wish I could answer.  I wish I could beg you for mercy.  You are tearing me apart from the inside.  But I can't.  I can't get them out and don't really want to.  When it's clear I can't answer, you go on to say that you think you'll put me on my knees in my favorite position so I can make you cum.  And then you stop fully and work to untie all the bindings.  I don't get a moment to rest before I hear your commands.

Get down there.  Get in position and suck my cock like I showed you.

I get down on my knees and immediately put you in my mouth.  I am not given a chance to do anything myself as your grab my head and tell me you want to fuck my mouth.  Thrusting hard, cutting off my air way with each one.  Deeper and deeper until you are fucking my throat.  My gag reflex is on the verge of getting triggered and you let up and allow me to work with your instruction.

Suck it like I taught you.  I take you deeper leaving you wetter with each pass.

Get it nice and wet and stroke it.  My hand spreading my spit and working it to the tip.

Yes.  Such a good little cock sucker now aren't you?   I just keep working, not wanting to stop.

Who taught you how to suck a dick like that?  My name reinforcing an answer is expected, so I relent but never stop my hand movement.

You did.  I look up at you with my answer and then go back to work.

I am ordered to suck your balls, and it's been a long time, so I greedily get to work.  Taking one in, sucking just hard enough, swirling my tongue around it.  Your hand still working yourself and I love the feeling of your hand working so closely to my face.  I'm rewarded with your reply.

Ah! Just like that.  Feels good.  Good fucking girl.

You hold your dick up to signal I should switch sides, and I comply.  Work your other ball in my mouth and take a few moments to look up at you watching me.  Again sucking just hard enough and swirling my tongue around it before letting it go.  Pulling it again, a little more aggressively.  My hair is pulled tight at the scalp and I'm pulled back to see how close you are to cumming.  I lick the tip.  Again, my head is grabbed and you fuck my throat.  Just on the verge of triggering my gag reflex again.  The sound of your pleasure not allowing me to back down.  I'm not sure if you can feel the trigger or not, but you ease up and pull out again, ordering me to go back to sucking your balls.  Specifically I should try to get them both in my mouth.

I smile a little as I know that this cannot happen.  I have tried many times, but I try again to please you.  When it's clear that I can't do it, you counter with they're just too big.  I hum my yes and then let you fall from my mouth as I listen to further instruction.

Lick my asshole and show me how much you want me to cum.

I pull in closer as you raise a leg for better access.  I brush my tongue across it before I plunge in.  I push my face up, and pull your ass as close as possible while I listen to your moans before I'm rewarded with another good girl that makes my pussy throb again with need.

Do you want me to paint your face or cum in your mouth?

I come out from underneath you, releasing my grip of your ass and run my hands down your legs as I answer.  I want you to do whatever your mood calls for you to do.

I want you to tell me where you want it.

Well…I think for the sake of the video, you should paint my face.  I can feel wax falling from my breasts to my knees as I answer. 

So do I.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Having never stopped working yourself, you let go to grab your phone and get the camera ready.  I'm ordered to scoot back and lay my head back against the bed.  I do as I'm asked and fuss with my hair trying to figure out the best way to get it out of the way for the mess to come.  I close my eyes even though I'm desperate to watch this happen.  I feel your presence lower as you go back to work.  A series of Ah Fucks! are released as I am washed in cum, spreading across every inch of my face and feeling like it's never going to end.  I open my mouth to take some in since I'm not leaving without a taste, and you still haven't stopped.  Once you are finally finished, I patiently wait for you to help clean me up.  All I can think though, is that I can't wait to see that video.

A Video Debut

I woke from a dream early that morning.  The kind that means you'll be changing the sheets later that day.  Full of lust and desire featuring hot wax, an unseen camera man (but I know it was you), and my toy which I haven't used since it let me down the last time we played with it.  I imagine the dream was result of our last encounter in which we were going to have you filming me while you are filling my mouth with cum.  I left well fucked in a way I didn't see coming and a little sad we didn't get to do what you had planned.  I'd been thinking about the idea of myself on video all week and wondering if I'm really ready for my face to be featured and the amount of trust involved in that.  Instead of wasting my time once again over thinking some small idea, I decide to take some inspiration from the dream and make a video for you myself, without your direction, and hope you love it.  You once asked me to show you how I fucked my toy when you were gone, and I failed. I won't fail again.

I have a ton of work to do that day, and several things I need to get ready or logistics to work through to get this right.  To start, during our usual morning conversation, I slip in that I had a dream that I'm not going to tell you about because I want to see if I can do if first.  Just know you could have something fun coming your way this week. And I seal that text with a kiss.  Your reply comes swift with Excellent :).  I figure I've got the gears turning at the very least and start my day.

I'm very excited to get to work on the details, but I'm not home alone yet and as I said I have some work to do as well.  I decide to split that work into sections, and as each portion is finished, I get to work for you.  After the first section is complete, I work on the playlist.  I already have one with your name on it.  It's where I put songs that you have sent me to listen to.  Some from very early on, like My Skin or Cold Desert.  Since they aren't all sexual in nature, I need to move them around a little.  Crave is up first.  Sort of my new favorite.  Speaks to me on a ton of levels and I know it will quickly make me wet as it often does.  Desire is up next.  The first sexually charged song that you sent me.  It has a presence to me like you do.  From the first chord I know this song is being played.  Since there aren't a ton of songs, I add a couple of my own that speak to me that you didn't send and put all the others behind them without too much consideration, since I am hoping that I finish before the end of Desire. Fingers crossed.

Back to work.  This time it's getting harder to concentrate.  I gather focus and when it's done, I jump in the shower.  A practice run on the playlist as well.  Turn the music up and step in.  The playlist is spot on because I already want to finger myself right there in the shower.  The very hot water drives the desire more and I resist the urge so that I can be fully charged for this evening and continue with my routine.  Denial is my goal, but I do want to keep my mind sexually engaged as much as possible, so I make sure not to rush the routine.  Shaving carefully, washing dutifully, making sure my hands linger and occasionally graze the already sensitive spots.  It's a painfully hard shower.  I step out, dry off and start to rub coconut oil into my freshly shaved pussy and casually run my fingers down from clit to slit.  Feels so good and I already want to grab the toy, but I'm not alone yet.  I spend some time on my makeup even though it won't be seen.  I just want the complete package.  As if you really were in the room with me.

A little more work to do before I'm alone and I have a few more logistics to work out before my debut.  Once I finish work for the day, I start to work on how I'm going to get the video to you. Dropbox is my best solution, but I'll need a brand new one, not connected to my computer, so that I have enough room for the files and guarantee that no one will stumble across it on my computer.  I set one up under my pseudonym. I add a file just for you and give you full permission to do as you please.  Reinforcing the trust of you for me.  Who knows what this file could ultimately be used for, but I hope to have fun with it.  I'm ready to go and in 30 minutes, I'll finally be alone. 

I spend some time in the bedroom making the bed and getting things ready for the event.  Inspect myself and make sure my pussy is ready to go.  Getting wet on and off all day can make for a mess.  I make sure I know how to use the camera on the laptop and I'm basically set.  And then I hear the garage door close.  Finally, I'm alone. 

I go back to the bed and put my laptop towards the end, pull out the toy and sit it next to where I plan to lay.  I've thought a lot about how to video it by myself.  I'm going to use the webcam on the laptop to video from the front.  Basically the view you had watching me from the shower.  And I'm going to video from the top with my phone.  I think it will ultimately be the better view if I can keep in place while I get fucked by my toy.  All set, time to call action.

I start the playlist, hit record on the laptop and get into position.  I'm not sure what audio will be picked up from each device, so I just decide to go with whatever I'm feeling and sort it out later.  As you know, I'm not a big talker and I'm not even that loud as a general rule, so I'll admit that I'm pretty nervous.  Other thoughts race through my head, thoughts meant to keep me from succeeding and I do my best to block them out as I run my hand down my black silk panties and explain out loud what I'm trying to accomplish for you.  I can feel a wet spot on my panties so I smile knowing that I've got this.  I pull them off so I can get started.

I grab the toy and bring it over without turning it on. Run it from my clit into my pussy and when I pull it out I can see that I'm far wetter than I even thought.  Although I'm very wet, the toy is big and doesn't immediately slide fully in.  I decide to speed up the process and turn the vibration on.  I continue the same routine from clit to slit working in farther each time.  Out loud I share my thoughts about being so wet and having been so all day thinking about the video.  My bravery gaining momentum as I go.  In and out a few more times.  Closer and closer to the goal.  Careful to keep the camera on my clit.

When the toy meets its destination and the petal hits my clit, I let out my breath as if I've been holding it in all day.  I tease it a few more times thrusting the toy in just enough to make contact, but not enough to drive it home.  When I can't stand the gentleness of the thrusts, I push and pull harder.  I'm not a patient girl and I need this to go quickly.  I picture myself begging for you to fuck me harder, and that thought alone does the trick.  When I've had enough torture, I slow things down a bit to make sure I'm hitting all the right spots.

I slowly pull out and push in, but more slowly run the petal up and down my clit as I thrust my hips.  Making sure I fuck the toy instead of it fucking me.  When I feel the electricity of a good spot, I stop the motion altogether and let the petal work its magic against my clit.  My soft moans fill the air and overtake the buzzing from the toy.  I repeat the process again a couple of times and then decide to turn the vibration up.

Gently in and out and more slowly up and down my clit.  The need to spill growing with every pulse.  A guttural groan escapes me as I hold the toy tight against my clit.  The strong vibration a relentless punishment.  I adjust the camera so that you can see my cunt swallowing the toy better, and tell you aloud how close I am already.  I know it won't be long before I cum.  I close my eyes and drop my head to ride the vibration as I continue to thrust the toy in and out searching for the perfect spots.

My breathing is ragged as I pick up the pace a little.  Not so much pulling the toy out as I'm pushing it farther in with each thrust.  I can feel tiny convulsions already working their way down my legs.  My moans getting louder as I press harder.  My legs shake and I punish my clit and begin to pant.  Faster, harder, torturing my clit.  

Back to the punishment and I adjust the camera again so that you and I can see that thirsty little bitch throb against the toy.  It’s a beautiful thing really, and something I don't often get to see.  I hold the toy steady and let my clit do her job.  Throbbing mercilessly against the toy.  I can't help but moan with pleasure and fight to keep my eyes open to watch what's coming.

I squirt and when I pull the toy out a little to make room and push back in, I orgasm hard against the machine and convulsions rush through my body and my voice.  I punctuate the end with a moaned fuck before I pull the toy out.  I scoot back, turn the toy off and all of the cameras off.

I watch the videos back and there are a couple things I wish were different, but I certainly succeed in doing what I set out to do.  It takes several hours to get the videos loaded to dropbox, so I don't get to tell you about them until the next morning. I share the file with you and can see that you accept the share as soon as I tell you it's there, but I know you have work and probably can't watch them until later that day.  I'll be on pins and needles until you do though.

Masturbation Monday Week 33