Intense Orgasms And Pushing The Edge

Forced orgasms? Yeah! Electro-sex? Yeah! Nipple pinching? Yeah! Maximum intensity? Hell yeah!

For lots of reasons my head has been buried in all the to-do of my world. James is the amazingness in my life that is able to take me out of that space and splosh me into la-la-land.

He grabbed me by the hair, guided me onto the Bug Board and strapped me down. We haven't done this sort of play for a long time, in fact probably not since we did our extreme 124 orgasms scene. (It's interesting to see how these things balance themselves out over time.)

He playfully popped the ‘easy' blue pegs on my nipples and I squeaked at how they made my nipples pulse and sing. I was very aware that this was just the warm-up.

As he settled into position with the Fairy Wand he popped them off and pushed the Fairy Wand onto my clit. I loved the way he rolled from one sensation to another – they were different, but with similar levels of intensity. He teased me to the edge of orgasm: not once, but until I was begging for it. But that wasn't long, because I'd had a wet cunt that was ready to come before we'd even started the scene.

I loved how that first orgasm arrived. I rolled around in the sensation and intensity until all of a sudden it grabbed inside my cunt and squeezed. The rapidly building pressure told me that I was going to come hard. And then my cunt turned me inside out and swallowed up my brain.

He didn't stop. If anything he ramped up the Fairy Wand, and he made sure that it was sitting right on my clit. Behind this the electric vaginal insert continued its interminable waves. It seemed like he caught those waves, and at their crescendo I was doused by another orgasm.

I'd had thoughts before we started about trying to be quieter, to see what it would be like. That plan was short lived. My throat was open and I heard my voice echo off the wall behind me. Fuck I'm loud.

Off came the pegs, then he tweaked my nipples with his fingers and revved the Fairy Wand. I came again. And again. He put the the screw nipple clamps on me, dialled up the revs of the Fairy Wand, and dialled up the intensity of the electrosex. I came: again, and again, and again. He tightened the nipple clamps, dialled up the revs, dialled up the waves. And fuck, I came again…

He pushed that combination further and further. I figured this was going to max out somewhere, and it did. I was already on the other side of that orgasmic intensity: there wasn't any pleasure left, just overload. But he'd realised this and he pulled it back a bit. I breathed deeply and he touched me reassuringly, and when he knew I was back with him he began to ramp it up again.

The inevitable result was that I came hard. When he pinched my clit and put the vibrator straight onto it, it felt like I had a needle going through my clit. It was piercingly intense. But it primed my body for orgasm, because when he backed off and resumed at a slightly lower level of intensity I came and came and came.

I wish there was some way to record my thoughts while we're in the middle of such a scene. When he was pushing those limits I almost felt like I was dying. There was no logical part of my brain left to remind me that he was just playing with my sensations.

As the scene wound down I realised that I was craving the extra intimacy and connection that we get when we fuck. Luckily he'd made sure that we both had enough energy left to do that.

This was about him playing with his toy. It was about him thrusting his cock in my tenderised cunt, hurting me, satisfying his sadistic tastes as well as his sexual urges. And I loved being used in this way.

As he grabbed my throat in both hands and used my body to fuck his cock he told me to stop resisting. I wasn't intending to resist, but I realised that I'd been ever so slightly lifting myself, and when I let go my tenderised labia began grinding against his pubic hair. I embraced the sensation.

I heard his breathing change to gasps and I knew he was close. Have I mentioned that I love being used for his pleasure? It may appear to be one-sided, but it doesn't feel like that at all. It gives me a great deal of satisfaction.

Showering afterwards reacquainted me with my body. I felt my tender skin and my sore muscles, and I realised that they would remind me again and again of what I had experienced today.

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