True Sex Stories: Bloody Good Orgasms

It wasn't long before I had orgasms washing over me. As the first set abated he got me pinch my own nipples and in the same moment his pulsing of the vibrator sent me into a new, more intense set.

There was a moment towards the end of breakfast when he began swatting my bum. I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye and I instinctively clenched my buttocks to absorb the impact. We looked at one another, and he followed it with another swat, and then another and another, until I could feel the warmth building in my cunt.

We went to the bedroom and I was told to get onto my tummy. The initial rhythm of the spanking was staccato and stingy. He added the Fairy Wand between my legs, and the warmup continued with him using his size to dominate me. "You are helpless," he said. Yes, helplessly hot too. Breath on my skin, kisses and scratches, hands holding down my wrists as he stretched me out and dry humped me from behind. More spanking tattooed the building lust until he made me come as he pushed down on my hips, grinding orgasms out at will.

Today was about playing with the mid-menstrual sensitivity of my body, and he employed our rarely-used suction pump to sensitise my clit. It was not a comfortable sensation: it was like an ongoing pinch on the clit, but without the direct pressure. And as that initial sensation eased the throb of my pulse started its own cadence. He kept me from wriggling. That was incredibly annoying – I just wanted to move and relieve that pressure, that focus on my clit, I wanted to distract myself with other sensations, but no, I couldn't. "Put your hands and feet flat on the bed and keep them still."

The relief of the suction cup coming off was like stepping into a warm bath, but the addition of the Fairy Wand skyrocketed the temperature to instant hot. It wasn't long before I had orgasms washing over me. As the first set abated he got me pinch my own nipples and in the same moment his pulsing of the vibrator sent me straight into a new, more intense set of orgasms.

The next set was similar, but this time I had clothespegs nipping at my already sensitive nipples. By now my mind didn't really exist: the extent of my being was focussed in my cunt, and especially in my clit. James was in control, and he pushed further into the rhythm of the Fairy Wand and the nipple clamps. When I reached my peak with them both together he made me remove the pegs – for a new peak – and as my mind was stretched out with that he dialled up the Fairy Wand, and my orgasms started anew, and harder still.

Coming that hard was hot work, searingly hot. My freshly inserted tampon couldn't cope with the turmoil in my cunt, and the bloody mess was the result of all the orgasms he had extracted from me.

"Those were some bloody good orgasms!"

It was different from a Morgasm Challenge. The deeper level of submission that came from him having me cooperate added another level of deliciousness. After a week of pushing, controlling and making things happen in my day-to-day roles, being able to let go and have James be in charge was a luxury and a great stress relief for me. I felt loved with the amount of affection, and the unknown number of mind-blowing orgasms he had provided.

I loved hearing afterwards how much he had enjoyed it. I almost needed to hear that, because part of me felt so pampered and indulged. I needed to know that the scene worked for him too. He told me what a good girl I was for holding still, and I love hearing that. I felt a sense of achievement.

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