VictoriaOh
Really Experienced
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- Feb 20, 2012
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im in trouble
Mr. V was not pleased that no one was on tonight to give us suggestions. He decided to punish me AGAIN...I am so fucking hot right now...I want to be fucked, so badly, and he is denying me sex.
He found the perfect torture device for me, and is using it on me right now, even while he sleeps.
But I suppose I have to catch you all up, first. Last night, as I mentioned, I went to bed without satisfaction...from Mr.V.
Well I never said I was a GOOD submissive, did I?
Anyways he'd joined me here at my desk, again sitting behind me in my chair so he could look over my shoulder. He watched me getting so turned on by the attention and comments and by my own responses, and h got a bit jealous of it all, which is rather ironic, since HE started this. He teased me for ages, fingering me while I did some editing, and more photo resizing, and I really just wanted to let him fuck me right here...I think its become a new fantasy of mine, to have him take me right here, against my desk, monitor glare on my skin, me trying to take him slowly while keeping my concentration...ooh, I think it would be so fuckinghot to read what one of you wants to do to my body, while he was fucking me! Anyways he had one hand shoved down the front of my jeans, and he was pinching my clit and rolling it like it was one of my nipples, and the other was on my right breast, and he was squeezing it pretty hard, kind of rough, like I like it, except the longer we sat here, the more turned on I got from talking to all of you, the harder he squeezed, and the more rough both hands became. I asked him to be more gentle, and he abandoned my breast and grabbed my throat. He leaned forward, forcing me against the desk, and I got really excited, hoping he was going to fuck me, but then he got up. He made me lick his left fingers clean of my own cum, and I didn't want to , but he seemed so mad, so I did, and then he started digging around my other desk where I work on my costuming projects and jewelry making and whatnots. he put a collection of items on my desk in front of me, and sat back down behind me.
First, he found an earring that was in my odds and ends bin for missing its mate, and twisted the earwire portion of it around my left nipple, leaving me with silver metal nipple decor. It was so perfect for my nipple! It wasn't too tight, but just tight enough to keep my nipple continually hard, and snd that electric feeling racing from my pussy to my nipple tip and back again. He pinched it and twisted it and then left it alone, my body singing with need as it insisted on sending that message to my twat that it was time to be fucked.
Next, Mr. V picked up a tool of mine, and I thought it was some kind of joke at first but then he made it clear he was not fooling around. He had wire snips. He touched my right nipple with them, and the cold steel on top of my already aroused state had me forgetting that it was dangerous, and wanting to rub the cold tool all over me. He carefully fit the snips mouth over my nipple, setting the snip edges right at the base of my nipple. If he'd made one wrong move, I'd be less one nipple to tantalize you with! I remembered to be scared, then, the sharp edges of the tool grazing and trying to grab my skin as if it were alive. He gently, oh, ever so slowly and gently, squeezed his hands on the rubber grips of the wire snips, and by the smallest of increments, I watched them close on my nipple.
It was excruciating, My body wanted to be fucked raw, and in the same moment I was about to scream out in fear. I was incredibly turned on. He closed the wire snips on my nipple until he was sure he had a good grip without cutting me, and then he began to twist the tool and pull it away from me, stretching my nipple and extending the sweet pain to my entire areolae.
Of course, to add to my fear and humiliation, he handed me my cellphone and made me document it for all of you.
I insisted on one bonus photo, as a reward for not screaming, so you get to see a part of Mr. V that ISN't his hand on me. You'll see.
After all of that, he took the tool away, told me I was NOT to remove the earring, I was NOT to touch myself again while writing that night, that I'd better be in bed before three am, and then he went to bed himself.
Dominant me of course rankled at the commands, and I didn't go to bed till ALMOST three am. He's a hard sleeper, though. When he didn't wake up when I slipped into bed, still wearing that confounded earring around my nipple, I was completely worked up, and it was still sending infuriating signals to my pussy that I needed to be filled up in a bad way.
I snuck a toy out of the toy box. It's this crazy 'crystal' dildo we have had for years; its shaped like three graduating eight sided dice. ( If you don't know what an eight sided die looks like, heres a link to a store that sells D&D dice - I picked a set that is the same color as my dildo! The eight sided die is the one in the lower left hand corner, showing 8 and 5. http://www.awesomedice.com/dice-sets/7-dice-sets/CHX23007 ) It was the first toy to touch my hand, and since I knew grabbing a vibrator might wake him, I stuck with what fate had dealt me and used it. It's an odd shape, these elongated eight sided crystals, fused at their points to one another, small, medium, then large. I decided to hold it my the small end and just slide it along my pussy lips, not going in, just grazing my clit and rubbing my lips, the fat end's tip bumping in, trying to find its way in. The way its shaped, it was catching on my skin every other stroke or so and sort of twisting in my light grip , and I let it, and I pressed a bit harder every time it did, sending it further between my cuntlips each time. Normally, this would not have gotten me off, but the level of arousal I was at , with my nipple all tight ...I rubbed my nipple with my free hand and damn near came right there and then. I kept going with the dildo, because I was aching inside, the muscled deep within just grasping to grab on to something and pull it further in, and soon i had the largest 'crystal' inside me, the tip bumping against the lower opening of my twat, near my asshole, just giving it a nudge with each stroke and twist. It was like having something teasing my asshole, without having to actually have anything in my ass. SO fucking good. I couldn't hep myself, and my hips started to rise to meet the dildo, and the the dip between the smallest and largest crystals was fitting against my clit and the top of my pussy opening juuust right...I added a little more pressure with the dildo, gave my nipple a tweak, and then it rolled over me, a truly satisfying orgasm, my inner muscles pulling the dildo further in, increasing the strength of the orgasm with each pulsing wave. I did my best to be silent beside Mr. V, but I must confess to a few little sighs and maybe a good, solid "Uuhnnhh!" After over three hours of constant arousal, my body was extra happy to achieve release.
It would have been perfect, if I could have removed the earring from around my nipple, but Mr. V wakes up for work before I wake up, and he would have noticed if it were off. I had the hardest time going back to sleep! It took two more go rounds with the dildo to exhaust myself enough to be able to ignore the sex-signals my niopple was sending! I know in writing we often refer to something as becoming the sexual center of a person's body - this was my first time experiencing it.
Well, Mr. V is no dummy. He knows a damp bed sheet when he feels one. Tonight, I have two square metal beads on my breasts, my nipples stuffed in to the square hole in each of them. He's in bed, and I'm again desperate for release. I didn't even get the foreplay of yesterday - he just came in , stuffed my nipples through the holes, took a few photos, gave me the same instructions again, and put himself to bed.
I really, really want him to fuck me. I'm going to crawl in with him, and if hes sleeping, the crystal dildo is my friend again tonight.
Mr. V was not pleased that no one was on tonight to give us suggestions. He decided to punish me AGAIN...I am so fucking hot right now...I want to be fucked, so badly, and he is denying me sex.
He found the perfect torture device for me, and is using it on me right now, even while he sleeps.
But I suppose I have to catch you all up, first. Last night, as I mentioned, I went to bed without satisfaction...from Mr.V.
Well I never said I was a GOOD submissive, did I?
Anyways he'd joined me here at my desk, again sitting behind me in my chair so he could look over my shoulder. He watched me getting so turned on by the attention and comments and by my own responses, and h got a bit jealous of it all, which is rather ironic, since HE started this. He teased me for ages, fingering me while I did some editing, and more photo resizing, and I really just wanted to let him fuck me right here...I think its become a new fantasy of mine, to have him take me right here, against my desk, monitor glare on my skin, me trying to take him slowly while keeping my concentration...ooh, I think it would be so fuckinghot to read what one of you wants to do to my body, while he was fucking me! Anyways he had one hand shoved down the front of my jeans, and he was pinching my clit and rolling it like it was one of my nipples, and the other was on my right breast, and he was squeezing it pretty hard, kind of rough, like I like it, except the longer we sat here, the more turned on I got from talking to all of you, the harder he squeezed, and the more rough both hands became. I asked him to be more gentle, and he abandoned my breast and grabbed my throat. He leaned forward, forcing me against the desk, and I got really excited, hoping he was going to fuck me, but then he got up. He made me lick his left fingers clean of my own cum, and I didn't want to , but he seemed so mad, so I did, and then he started digging around my other desk where I work on my costuming projects and jewelry making and whatnots. he put a collection of items on my desk in front of me, and sat back down behind me.
First, he found an earring that was in my odds and ends bin for missing its mate, and twisted the earwire portion of it around my left nipple, leaving me with silver metal nipple decor. It was so perfect for my nipple! It wasn't too tight, but just tight enough to keep my nipple continually hard, and snd that electric feeling racing from my pussy to my nipple tip and back again. He pinched it and twisted it and then left it alone, my body singing with need as it insisted on sending that message to my twat that it was time to be fucked.
Next, Mr. V picked up a tool of mine, and I thought it was some kind of joke at first but then he made it clear he was not fooling around. He had wire snips. He touched my right nipple with them, and the cold steel on top of my already aroused state had me forgetting that it was dangerous, and wanting to rub the cold tool all over me. He carefully fit the snips mouth over my nipple, setting the snip edges right at the base of my nipple. If he'd made one wrong move, I'd be less one nipple to tantalize you with! I remembered to be scared, then, the sharp edges of the tool grazing and trying to grab my skin as if it were alive. He gently, oh, ever so slowly and gently, squeezed his hands on the rubber grips of the wire snips, and by the smallest of increments, I watched them close on my nipple.
It was excruciating, My body wanted to be fucked raw, and in the same moment I was about to scream out in fear. I was incredibly turned on. He closed the wire snips on my nipple until he was sure he had a good grip without cutting me, and then he began to twist the tool and pull it away from me, stretching my nipple and extending the sweet pain to my entire areolae.
Of course, to add to my fear and humiliation, he handed me my cellphone and made me document it for all of you.
I insisted on one bonus photo, as a reward for not screaming, so you get to see a part of Mr. V that ISN't his hand on me. You'll see.
After all of that, he took the tool away, told me I was NOT to remove the earring, I was NOT to touch myself again while writing that night, that I'd better be in bed before three am, and then he went to bed himself.
Dominant me of course rankled at the commands, and I didn't go to bed till ALMOST three am. He's a hard sleeper, though. When he didn't wake up when I slipped into bed, still wearing that confounded earring around my nipple, I was completely worked up, and it was still sending infuriating signals to my pussy that I needed to be filled up in a bad way.
I snuck a toy out of the toy box. It's this crazy 'crystal' dildo we have had for years; its shaped like three graduating eight sided dice. ( If you don't know what an eight sided die looks like, heres a link to a store that sells D&D dice - I picked a set that is the same color as my dildo! The eight sided die is the one in the lower left hand corner, showing 8 and 5. http://www.awesomedice.com/dice-sets/7-dice-sets/CHX23007 ) It was the first toy to touch my hand, and since I knew grabbing a vibrator might wake him, I stuck with what fate had dealt me and used it. It's an odd shape, these elongated eight sided crystals, fused at their points to one another, small, medium, then large. I decided to hold it my the small end and just slide it along my pussy lips, not going in, just grazing my clit and rubbing my lips, the fat end's tip bumping in, trying to find its way in. The way its shaped, it was catching on my skin every other stroke or so and sort of twisting in my light grip , and I let it, and I pressed a bit harder every time it did, sending it further between my cuntlips each time. Normally, this would not have gotten me off, but the level of arousal I was at , with my nipple all tight ...I rubbed my nipple with my free hand and damn near came right there and then. I kept going with the dildo, because I was aching inside, the muscled deep within just grasping to grab on to something and pull it further in, and soon i had the largest 'crystal' inside me, the tip bumping against the lower opening of my twat, near my asshole, just giving it a nudge with each stroke and twist. It was like having something teasing my asshole, without having to actually have anything in my ass. SO fucking good. I couldn't hep myself, and my hips started to rise to meet the dildo, and the the dip between the smallest and largest crystals was fitting against my clit and the top of my pussy opening juuust right...I added a little more pressure with the dildo, gave my nipple a tweak, and then it rolled over me, a truly satisfying orgasm, my inner muscles pulling the dildo further in, increasing the strength of the orgasm with each pulsing wave. I did my best to be silent beside Mr. V, but I must confess to a few little sighs and maybe a good, solid "Uuhnnhh!" After over three hours of constant arousal, my body was extra happy to achieve release.
It would have been perfect, if I could have removed the earring from around my nipple, but Mr. V wakes up for work before I wake up, and he would have noticed if it were off. I had the hardest time going back to sleep! It took two more go rounds with the dildo to exhaust myself enough to be able to ignore the sex-signals my niopple was sending! I know in writing we often refer to something as becoming the sexual center of a person's body - this was my first time experiencing it.
Well, Mr. V is no dummy. He knows a damp bed sheet when he feels one. Tonight, I have two square metal beads on my breasts, my nipples stuffed in to the square hole in each of them. He's in bed, and I'm again desperate for release. I didn't even get the foreplay of yesterday - he just came in , stuffed my nipples through the holes, took a few photos, gave me the same instructions again, and put himself to bed.
I really, really want him to fuck me. I'm going to crawl in with him, and if hes sleeping, the crystal dildo is my friend again tonight.
