True Sex Stories: Screaming As The Vibrator Hits Full Power

"The first orgasm was in tune with the rhythm of the spanking....As the series of orgasms subsided he leaned across my body, whispered what I good girl I was..."

We were very kindly lent a new toy to try. Finding out what that thing can do was great fun, and it made me appreciate James's artistry even more. While he has wielded the Hitachi Magic Wand with great skill, with the Fairy Wand he had at least twice as much power to play with. He wielded it sensitively: it stretched me quite a bit, but it was a seriously good trip. Now we want to get one of our own!

"How about a bit of solo?" he said.

Even as he handed me the wand I knew it wouldn't last long. When I switched it on I could see the sunlight rattle around the head; and as I increased the power I watched the dust motes ping away. It whined in my hands, and I held it against my clit. Within a minute he was helping; within three minutes he had taken over, and that was the end of solo. Which wasn't a bad thing, because I can never push myself quite like he pushes me…

I was focussed today. He had asked me if I preferred to be tied up or to be submissive. I had immediately opted for submission. I wasn't sure how far I could push myself, but I didn't want to resist: I wanted to submit to him.

He positioned me on my stomach, the wand between my legs with its head against my clit. Its control was easily accessible to him. He began patting my bottom, and as the spanks increased in intensity he increased the vibration from the wand.

When spanking starts getting stingy there is a part of me that hates it: I know I want to go there, but it is hard getting over that initial resistance to the pain. He was sitting on my lower legs so there was no accidental flailing of my feet, but my arms sometimes flew out to the sides or towards my bottom, hands clenching and unclenching.

Eventually I needed to adjust the wand so it was back against my clit (because I had been wriggling) and I realised that a good place to put my hands was tucked under my hip bones. He, meanwhile, was pushing down on my ass to press the wand harder against my clit – never mind that I was humping it on my own…

The first orgasm was in tune with the rhythm of the spanking. James continued, and turned it into the next and the next and the next. As the series of orgasms subsided he leaned across my body, whispered what I good girl I was, and carefully bit my shoulders and upper back.

I told him what a good spanking it was.

"Was?" he said, "We are just getting started."

Oh god. More? This is the beginning? Where the hell are we going?

He started to wind it up again, and this time intensity was the goal.

"I'm going to do one really hard one."

Oh god. Smack! I could feel the edges of his fingers burning along the side of my buttock. He rubbed my ass gently and made me come again.

"Shall we even it up?"

"No, it's fine."

"I think we need to even it up. One hard one for the other side too."

"But that side is already sore because you hit it more…"

Smack!

"Symmetry is important, don't you think?"

He gave me soothing strokes and more orgasms. As he sat back again he rested one hand on each cheek.

"I'm going to do it hard with both hands at once."

Whack! Holy fuck I am flying. After a moment's pause he starts to spank me hard, over and over. I catch a glimpse of his arm coming down fast, and I feel it coming back across the other cheek. This is my ass being beaten. In my mind it presses up against that boundary of violence; it is on the edge between hot and too much. He stops, leans in and cuddles me close. Immediately I'm melting. I need this juxtaposition of rough and tender: breaking me open, and then gently mixing up the girly goo inside.

"Put your hands onto the headboard and don't let go, no matter what."

Part of my brain starts saying "Oh fuck." Another part of my brain registers the instruction and complies. I know that the intensity will be overwhelming. He starts up the wand and and presses it against my clit with his left hand. His right starts spanking me again. He rolls the power upwards. As the wand begins to whine the sensation becomes increasingly acute. I am screaming as it hits full power. My hands are locked on the headboard. I cannot think of anything else. I want to rip myself away, but the mental lock is stronger. My hands flex in place but I don't let go.

I can't even remember whether I came or not. It wasn't about that. For me it was about submission. It was about holding on. It was about being a good girl. It was about the feeling of success. When he powered it down the only words I had were "I didn't let go."

"You are a very good girl."

My submissive soul warms and puffs with happy bliss.

We cuddle side by side while my shakes subside. I don't know how many times I repeat "I didn't let go," but he praises me each and every time. I am in awe at how good that makes me feel. I love the feeling of our skin touching as we cuddle, snuggling close with his arm around me. Bits of conversation. Intimacy.

He says, as is his way, "I think that's enough for now." He has the power and space to go further but he chooses not to. More would be catharsis space. He has me right where he wants me, and he holds me close and tenderly.

And I am right where I want to be.

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