The Orgasm Began On The Far Side Of Pleasure And Continued Into Pure Intensity

My expectations determine my perceptions, so I prefer to begin a scene with as few expectations as possible. He started off by asking me questions about what I wanted, but he didn't respond to what I said so much as just take it in quietly. I had no idea what he would do with my suggestions.

The next thing I knew we were heading for the Black Room, and I was charged with rescuing our lost slapper. I wanted to brat dreadfully but I didn't. Although we weren't actually ‘in scene' yet, we were getting there, and it was important to be in the right headspace.

But I'd be lying if I said I had no expectations at all. I was expecting orgasms and pussy slapping: a mix of pain and pleasure. He confirmed my expectations once I was strapped down, after a pussy slap and a nipple flick, and my brat wanted to say "So where's the pleasure then?" But I didn't. I chose to flow with what he was doing.

Those seemingly small choices allowed the magic to happen.

I screamed before the the first pussy slap. I could see the movement of his arm and the buildup of momentum, and I recognised within a fraction of a second that the slap was going to be a motherfucker. And it was. While my clit was still stinging from the impact he pulled back my labia and lightly touched the Fairy Wand to it again and again. I screamed and screamed and screamed.

As he gripped the Fairy Wand in his left hand his right hand delved into my vagina. Just beyond the entrance he found my g-spot, and he dug in with first one finger, and then two. I love that feeling of fullness. He revved me up. He played with me, watching as I edged closer and closer to orgasm, and then when I came he powered on. He mixed in a few pussy slaps, and I hovered over that edge between pleasure and pain.

I was struggling a bit so we had a wee breather. I wondered if it would the end of the scene, but I was delighted that it wasn't. Neither was it the end of the pussy slapping, but it was in that space that he found my boundaries and stretched them gently, and showed me what lay beyond.

Beyond lay orgasms: good strong orgasms, ones that made me shriek. Yeah! What a ride!

If we'd stopped right there then it would already have been an awesome scene. But this was when the magic really kicked in. He delivered two almighty hard pussy slaps, and then he dialled up the vibe while his hand sealed my mouth. There was something about how he touched my mouth and controlled my voice that took me further.

The next orgasm began on the far side of pleasure and continued into pure intensity. It took me beyond any rational (or even irrational) thoughts. I must have screamed but I wasn't aware of it. I was only aware of my clit, and the surge after surge of orgasm. I could not have safeworded. There was only the next surge, the next wave of orgasm, until I felt my tears start to leak out and my breath began hiccuping. What burbled up next was delightfully strange: laughter. My hiccups turned to giggles while the tears continued to flow. His smile reflected mine, and he kissed me and called me a "good girl".

And then he slapped my cunt again and drew me back to that ragged orgasmic boundary. I felt utterly helpless. But he read me perfectly, and he stopped and said "You've had enough for now." Then he unstrapped me from the Bug Board and I walked slowly and unsteadily back to our bedroom.

Playing fuck toy is another joy entirely. After scening at that level I was in an exceptionally submissive state. He whispered in my ear "I am going to fuck you, and you know that I am going to hurt you." Yes, I knew. I also knew that in the moment I would hate the pain, and I would wonder again why I want and need this level of intensity.

But I wanted to surf the pain, so that his arousal echoed in my submissive state and took my own arousal even further. It peaked when he placed his thumb on my unimaginably sensitive clit and told me to fuck him. I could hardly make myself do it, when the slightest movement against his thumb made me want to freeze. It was incredibly intense and it made me come yet again.

It's a shame that he only comes once per adventure. Because of that I want to do as much as I can to make sure it's the best orgasm he can have. Today I used my tongue to lap his balls while he wanked himself that last little bit. I love being his dirty little girl, doing anything and everything I can for his pleasure.

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