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Just the sexiest part
It has been such a long time since I posted, I didn't know where to start. So much to relate, tumultuous and momentous happenings. So much changed (and yet we stay the same) that I felt intimidated by where to start. So I just won't. I'll skip it, and just share the sexiest part. We went on an amazing trip, and on that Saturday night, we were going out as a kinky couple. The local dungeon had an open play night, and you were taking me there. I would be in nothing more than my ass-less shorts, sandals, and my collar. Getting you ready was a joy. Your amazing new corset, black leather, turns you into a femme fatale worthy of a movie treatment. Complemented with thigh-highs, those incredible heels, and your Sasha harness, you were the very picture of sexiness. Before we left, I kept bugging you to fuck me in public in the club. Strap your dildo on, chain me to a bench, and fuck my ass raw. It got to the point that I think I was actually whining about it. We were still in the rental, and I think you shut down my whinging with a judicious application of your riding crop (old Blue). You were not interested in that. Sure, later that night, at the club, you chained me to the ceiling and had me ride the sybian for an indeterminate amount of time, but you weren't going to fuck me. Sure, you strapped me to the St Andrew cross and beat my ass pink, but no fucking.
I think you realized I was going to explode, though, and I soon found myself chained to the brass foot rail, bent over at the waist with my arms spread. That part happened quickly, and I always love the surprise you bring to our lovemaking. I wasn't really expecting it until you told me to clean out.
I felt so sexy in my collar and leash, with those ass-less shorts leaving me exposed, bent over at the waist with my ass thrust back at you. I'm pretty sure you worked my ass some more; sure, you were going to give me a good fucking, but whining is never the right way to go, so I had to learn my lesson.
After my ass cheeks were as red as your Sasha harness, you stepped up behind me, and with those heels you are at a perfect height, and slid the dildo right up to the rosebud of my ass. Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I don't recall having to lube up too much, or that it took to much effort for you to press gently against my ass, sliding your 7-inch cock slowly in, buried to the hilt.
I am making humming noises of pleasure even now as I remember how sweet that felt. One of your hand holding onto the straps of my shorts, the other to my leash, sliding in and out of me in a way that made me catch my breath. It felt amazing. I lose track of time, but I think it was a good ten minutes of fucking my ass like that.
You are so sweet, too, always checking on me, making sure I'm okay and seeing if I need anything. I'm pretty much helpless, chained up as I am, and it is so nice to know that the lady who puts my collar on me is always thinking of my welfare. In the end, though, as I recall, I was forward over the brass bedrail, hands and arms contorted, leaning my face on the bed with my ass pointed up at your thrusting cock, just moaning back as answer to your questions. It felt amazing. Physically and psychologically. Just a perfect confluence of pleasure and submission.
I don't really remember the transition, because of my mental state, but you detached my cuffs from the bedrail, and climbed onto the bed. You were laying back in your amazing outfit, smiling at me, but with lidded eyes. So sexy, so confident. You just pointed at your cock and told me to get on. I mounted, facing you, and we kissed. You slid right into me with no trouble, and I felt like such a piece of property. To mount you at your command, with no pause, made me feel complete.
Almost immediately, I knew I was likely to have an orgasm. My whole body tingled as I rode you, and the head of your cock slid up and down against my prostate. I can't really describe the physical joy. It's like when I make love to you, but the entire thing is tuned up. When I first enter you, the feeling of your vagina enveloping my cock is magical, just amazing; outside of an orgasm, it is the most incredible part of PIV sex. Well, when I straddled you and you slid into me, imagine that amazing feeling, but times 10, and then only building.
It was probably only three minutes before I shouted that I was going to come. Your hands, gently rubbing my nipples the whole time, worked them harder, and I leaned back and rode you as hard as I could. It seemed to last at least a minute. I'm sure it didn't, but that is my memory. I think I need a different word for the feeling you give me when you fuck me like that. Orgasm just doesn't seem to cut it. I won't say it is "better" than when I make love to you, but it is so much stronger, and PHYSICALLY the pleasure is rooted in a different part of my body. The prostate is such a strong part of the pleasure, that the word Porgasm is probably better. I don't even think I had an erection.
Afterwards, I got up and got something to clean up with (there was a LOT of evidence of my pleasure) and you just grabbed my leash, pulled me down to you and said, "Well, I guess that is just something we do now. You having that kind of orgasm is on the list." You looked so satisfied, your smile was so warm and the look of pride was so sweet. I felt your love, and control, so strongly in that moment. I was yours, and you had just proved it. You fucked me to orgasm without ever touching my cock. I would (and will) do anything for you. I think that wonderful sexual experience really set the stage for going out to the Dungeon later that night. It was a beautiful night, one to remember.
