Driving home with James the other night, he looks at me and says “Wanna fuck?”. There’s a piece of me thinking….we just had dinner…and my legs aren’t shav…fuck it. “Yeah” I replied.
Getting home he quickly drags me upstairs by my hair, because apparently I wasn’t responding fast enough (this is preapproved…. and hot) and I lay down on his bed. He strips off his clothes and is ‘top unhappy’ with me for not taking off my clothes fast enough, so starts to strip mine off quickly. He kisses me a bit, kissing me with teeth, biting my lips like he knows I love and plays with my breasts and biting my nipples and the next thing I know I’m face down, ass up on the bed and he’s starting to spank my ass, quick and light at first and then harder as we keep going. I brace myself against the wall touching the bed and start moaning, fucking loving this, thinking it’s hard and it hurts but it’s not hard enough and it doesn’t hurt enough. He starts to bite me more, know how much I fucking love it, biting along my back, and biting my ass hard, and I’m writing from it. He checks in with me that I’m ok and then disappears for a second, and I can guess what he is doing. However, since I’m not being actively stimulated, my body takes over my brain as it often does subbing and I just collapse from being so tense from being spanked and bitten.
He comes back with toys and now I can feel the little whip across my back and ass cheeks. It’s small and made of thin rubber. It’s more sensory than pain but it stings a little, especially across my skin that is already tingly and pink, and more sensitive than normal. I know this is just a lower stage of what’s to come, but I’m already wiggling against it, wanting more. James is smart and knows that this is only making my skin more sensitive and more responsive for what is to come. Next he brings out the larger flogger, which is probably my favorite. I really like impact when subbing, lots of force, less of stinging pain. He starts to whip it across my butt and back and thighs and it so much of what I want but not quite, and I think I must have managed to get out ‘harder’ because he started to really wail on me. It’s hard to describe the way it felt, what it did to me, the way I just braced my body and took it and it hurt and it was hard and it was so exactly what I needed, what I wanted. And I was present in my body and completely gone all at the same time in this amazing way I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced before.
My recollection might be off, because at this rate I’m thrown enough into sub space that I’m feeling more than thinking. I become more of my body then my mind and I’m wrapped up in all that I’m sensing and feeling. I’m one big nerve ending that’s so stimulated and sensitive. I think at this point James wrapped a hand around me and starts to feel my clit and around my cunt, slipping his fingers inside me, while at the same time spanking me. It felt like I was cuming instantly from that. Spanking makes me wet and wanting and I don’t know if I’ve ever been spanked and fucked at the same time but damn if my body didn’t immediately respond to it. I came and came hard. The thing with James and his hands is that he knows my body so well, that if he decides to keep going then I. Can’t. Stop. Orgasming.
He put this to the test this night.
I think after that he grabbed a smaller flogger and started to whip me with that, which made me moan and writhe because now I’ve orgasmed more than once and am still being topped and it's so fucking hot. James decides to fuck me again with his hands and I just keep cuming harder and harder. I’m…well….a bit of a screamer…and at this point I have already orgasmed so much that my throat is raw and it hurts to scream/orgasm and I don’t know how I could stop screaming. I don’t have any clue how long I orgasmed or how many times, only that I’m struggling to focus and feeling light headed.
James, being a good top, pulls me close to him so I can after quake and calm down. He asks me how I am, which he actually does constantly, so that he knows he has me in the right spot. At checking in with a sub, this is where James excels at topping. We chat a bit, mostly consisting of me saying ‘oh my fucking god’ in a very rough voice and James laughing and smiling because he’s happy. I’ve learned that it’s really important to me that when someone is doing something to me I need to know it’s what they want (service oriented) and James assures me this is exactly what he wanted.
Around this time, James decides it will be fun to tie me up. James and I take a rope class together because James likes rope and I’m willing to let him do…well to be honest pretty much anything to me…. James learned a new tie in rope class the last time and decides to tie my leg so that my ankle is tied to my hip and I can’t straighten or really move my leg. My body is so sensitive and I’m still after quaking while he does this, and the ends of the rope sometimes lash onto me, which make me whimper and writhe. He notices this because not much seems to get past him and starts to do it more and more on purpose, whipping the rope against my nipples and the insides of my thighs. At this point I’m eager for more although I CAN NOT figure out how, because I’ve already been fucked to light headedness. Once James has my leg tied up and I can’t move, he puts his hands against me and inside me. He plays me like an instrument and again immediately my body begins to hum and sing. The more he thrusts inside of me the harder I cum, and I…I can’t exactly explain this but it was like my orgasms were building on each other from before and I cum harder and harder every time. My throat is raw because I can’t stop screaming and I can’t stop orgasming. James unties me and I curl up next to him again feeling like goo, feeling so well fucked I’m literally fucking high. This is new. This has never happened before. I think it might have been a combination of being thrown so far into sub space and a lack of oxygen and blood flow but I’m seriously stoned off of orgasms. James finds this hilarious. I curl up next to him and he mentions that he had half a mind to make me fuck him, and I laugh and tell him he should have left me a brain cell or two before that.
This is where my memory gets really foggy, which is funny because this just happened last night! I think I slipped out of bed to go pee and came back wearing a robe because in my stoned state I had issues turning on the bathroom light and had the wherewithal to realize there was no way I was going to be able to figure out how to put my jeans back on. I come back to James’s bed and he’s displeased with me and immediately removes my robe. I try to explain it was just so I didn’t have to put clothes back on, but I don’t think I’m making much sense. I’m trying to remember exactly what happened, but I’m pretty sure James starts to tease me again, specifically biting my hands if I remember right, and he knows that’s a guaranteed spot to make me hot and bothered. My body is betraying me and is instantly responsive, even though I cannot figure out how I have anything left. James makes a comment about making me orgasm again and I tell him if he does he’s going to owe me a smoothie tomorrow. He looks at me like “oh really” and brings me to the point where I give him carte blanche to attack me again and I’m raw and sore and it feels so fucking good all at the same time. I ask him to go slow because I’m starting to hurt in a not good way, but it takes so little before he has me warmed up enough that I’m thrusting my hips against him, fucking his hand, wanting more and more and not being able to stop. At this point my throat is actively slightly distracting from my orgasm because it hurts so much, but I can’t stop because it feels so fucking good.
Seriously-never been fucked that hard in my whole damn life.
I curl up against James for a fourth fucking time. And James decides he wants to get off but is aware that I’m not good for much at this point. And this is where things get interesting for me, because (again remember I’m still deep in sub space) he essentially tells me not to touch him. I’m service oriented! All I want to do is touch him and make him orgasam, even though there’s really not much left of me. James gets up to get a toy and starts to play with himself and bit by bit starts to penetrate himself….and all I can do is watch! And it's so God. Damned. Fucking. Hot. It's like sweet torture to watch this gorgeous person fuck himself in front of me and not be able to help, but I can see him get more and more into it and I won’t interrupt even though I’m dying to touch him. I can see him get close, can sense it in his body and can see it in his face as his eyes close and his mouth opens and I’m lost in him, lost in his beauty and sexual energy. And then he came, turning his face, eyes closed, against me.
And even with everything that had happened that night, that is what releases something in me. It's like all of a sudden a knot in me came loose and at once I’m grounded and calm and it’s wonderful.
And between you and I (hopefully if James reads this it doesn’t embarrass him to much) that last bit, with him orgasming and me watching, that will be the thing I jerk off to later.
You know…when my junk is sore from being fucked into oblivion.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3qn7li/stoned_on_orgasms_kink
Really hot stuff! Flogged in just the right way. Good girl, fun read.