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True Sex Stories: Dial It Up And Bring On The Orgasms

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True Sex Stories: Dial It Up And Bring On The OrgasmsHe said "Let's go cuddle," but a pause in the bedroom doorway made me think that we might not get to the bed.

He grabbed my upper arms, turned me towards the mirror, pulled up my dress to expose my nakedness, and began to grope my breasts, torso and mons.

Then he dragged me to the Black Room and splayed me naked on the Bug Board. He brought out the electrosex toys and eased my favourite insert into my cunt. Then he added a new factor: the micro­phone, which he fastened to the chest strap below my chin.

We experimented as to what level of sound would set off the zaps in my cunt when I spoke or made a noise. We found out that if James spoke loudly it also set it off – which was bloody unfair! Then he started up the Fairy Wand and put it right on my clit…

He didn't have to tell me to be quiet. He just started cranking up the Fairy Wand and watched my expressions as we went. The ramp-up went quickly because he wanted me to put some feedback in the system and get my cunt twitching. But I didn't want to, and game ended quickly with me about to spill tears – not from the pain of the zap but from the guaranteed ‘lose'. We'd talked earlier about having a non-bratty scene, with me trying to be as open as possible, but when I was trying to close down so as not to trigger the zap and he was pushing to overwhelm me so that I would, that was not the kind of dynamic we'd been looking for.

This is where our relationship really shines: James doesn't close down the scene and pout because ‘it didn't work' and I don't expect him to. Our mid-scene discussions are just realignments towards the desired outcome. I give him feedback on what isn't working, and he manages the scene accordingly.

We tried another tack with him telling me to count the pussy slaps out loud. That was better, but it still brought out brattiness in me and I was ready to cry again after twenty light slaps. He recognised a fragility in me that needed a different approach.

He removed the microphone but continued with the pussy slaps. He still made me count, though, and my brat showed that it was alive and well when I started from a hundred and counted backwards. His delight at my high number made me change to counting in tens, and the intensity of the slaps increased as I counted down.

The Fairy Wand was incorporated anew – and vigorously. He rhythmically pushed it against my clit while the electrical waves flowed through my cunt. There was a significant amount of subconscious resistance to start with: I would get close to orgasm, and then my brain would kick in and hold it off. What the fuck? But at the same time my cognition was evaporating because of the high level of intensity.

James handled it brilliantly. If he had pushed hard and fast I would have shut down, but instead he went for a medium level and persisted, putting pegs on my nipples and alternating with medium-level pussy slaps until I started coming. He cranked it up until my emotional edge was close, and then he stopped to cuddle and reassure me. Then he started all over again.

He rocked the Fairy Wand against my clit, building up a good level of tension, and squeezed my nipples with his fingers or the medium-strength pegs as the orgasms started to build. Then he dialled up the Fairy Wand to bring on the orgasms, and kept that intensity going through the whole set of orgasms. When my orgasms started slowing down he took off the Fairy Wand and did some medium-intensity pussy slaps, which immediately made me want to fuck.

It was an excellent strategy; the incremental progression was the perfect foil for my guarded subconscious. He amped the intensity slowly as we cycled through, which allowed him to get to my soft, squishy release without shattering me. Sometimes hard and fast is a great way to go, but today a different approach was needed.

He put down the Fairy Wand and whispered to me "Six." He was going to give me six hard pussy slaps to finish up. I watched his face, his concentration and his enjoyment of the first, second and third. The fourth and fifth ramped up more, and the sixth was loved and hated because it was the last.

The way he held me as he undid my restraints was lovely. He told me over and over again what a good girl I was. I needed to hear that. It was a salve to my subbie self that had been doubting my openness.

It was then that I realised how spaced out I was. I became aware of the brilliance of his plan, and the beautiful execution. He had taken me right through an entire catharsis process without triggering my resistance buttons. He had navigated us through an intense scene with exquisite precision.

My trust bucket just got deeper and wider. I didn't know it could do that.

Republished with permission from SapioSlut. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo courtesy of Wired Pussy.


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