I felt so good this morning. Yesterday was a lot of fun, but also gave me time to rest and process. I needed that. Miss is so smart and good at this; she seems to be able to read me so well, perhaps better than I know myself, or at least sooner than I realise it. I guess while we’re all different, subs often need similar things. Today has been another interesting one.
Miss sent us to bed last night wearing our largest plugs; even the boy managed to work his in. It’s felt really nice to be plugged back up for Miss, and I honestly think that’s contributed to my good sleep. I woke this morning to Miss refreshing my labels herself, including the one on the sole of my foot, after which she enjoyed watching us both masturbate and climax with our plugged asses up in the air for her to watch.
Once again my box contained my ben wa balls, and I loved feeling Miss slip them up inside me. The boy was less impressed at having his sounding rod pushed back into him; but I suppose there’s just less you can do with a cock.
Partway through breakfast Miss held her hand between my legs “push them out for me”, she looked up at me. I bit my lip with some embarrassment, but clenched and squeezed the two balls out into her hand. She smiled, and while still looking up at me, pushed two of the grapes she was eating into me instead. They were cold and I wriggled as they slid easily in, continuing serving her with them moving oddly inside.
The boy was kneeling under me when she told me to remove them. I pushed them out into his mouth and he ate them while Miss watched. I’m pretty sure he enjoyed it as much as she did.
If I wasn’t embarrassed enough by that, Miss handed him a plastic rolling pin and sat back to watch; “fuck her” she told him. I looked from him to her, my eyes wide. He didn’t hesitate and started to push the thick shaft into me.
Now look, I haven’t had a good filling these two weeks; I love getting something big deep inside me, and although this might be the biggest thing I’ve ever had up there; damn did it feel amazing!
I bit my lip and panted as it spread my lips, groaning as my pussy stretched around it. Then as it slid in it rubbed against the plug and my g-spot and I practically lost it. My eyes opened wider and wider as he pushed deeper and deeper. He kept looking over at Miss, and she kept nodding him on until about half of the thing was buried in me before stopping him. He wrapped his hand around that point as he pulled out and began sliding it out and in slowly and all the way.
I had to grip onto the chair to keep myself stable as he continued to push it in, speeding up as I got wetter and wetter. “Please, Miss, please may I cum?” I had to gasp as the feelings started to overcome me.
“Harder” she said, apparently to the boy as he began to ram into me with some force.
“P-please, Miss!” I begged, my legs shaking.
“Cum, slut! Cum on the rolling pin” she said gleefully.
I squirted. I squirted all around the rolling pin, gushing down over the boy’s hand. I clamped my hand over my mouth against the banshee shriek that ripped from my throat, and in embarrassment of the mess I made.
Miss got up and walked over quickly. “Well well well, I don’t think any of us were expecting that, were we?” she grinned. “How did it feel? Your first squirt, and it was from a rolling pin; how humiliating”.
I blushed, still panting. “Y… yes, Miss” I nodded, “Thank you, Miss”.
She pushed the boy away, gently removing the pin. As my pussy shrank back, I felt the cool air deep inside me, but Miss kissed me and cuddled me and all was forgotten.
I have basically spent the day as a receptacle for a host of household items, and I can’t remember to be able to list them all, so I’ll have to give you some of the more memorable ones.
Marker pens were sometime pretty early on. Miss handed the boy a pack of sharpies and had him slide them in one at a time. I really started to feel pretty stretched at about seven, and it definitely felt pretty weird inside. I think it was about eleven when Miss pulled out my plug and started filling my ass too. I really wonder how I must hale looked once the whole pack (something like thirty different colours) were divided between my holes. She challenged the boy to beat what my ass had taken (seventeen), but he struggled past nine and tapped out at eleven.
Bottles were an interesting experience. Beer bottles (empty, no lids – fuck that would have been horrific) made for some good stretching, and fle a very strange feeling when straight from the fridge. I managed to get one past the shoulders which kinda felt like an accomplishment. Wine bottle, on the other hand, was too much; though I did try hard.
I’m kinda embarrassed to admit how hard I came to the texture of a cob of corn; that one felt pretty phenomenal inside me. On the other hand being filled up with ice in both holes and having to wait for it to melt out was not my favourite way to spend an hour (OK, I’m probably exaggerating). Its one time I have been a little jealous of the boy with only one hole to fill with it.
A kitchen whisk, even just the small one, feels so very strange indeed. They certainly work for the job of adding air into things; I could feel the breeze right up to my cervix; but not any good for a pleasurable full feeling. For that I’d have to go back to the rolling pin; nothing felt as incredible as that did.
More and more different thigs went in and up, stretching and filling me in different ways. I started to look at objects in a very different way, wondering how things would feel, or if I would even be able to accommodate them.
Then afternoon came, and Miss broke out her toybox. Ever heard of Bad Dragon? If you haven’t, you need to look them up. You want extreme toys, they’ve got them and Miss has quite the variety.
She started me off “small” with a girthy doggy dick. It wasn’t quite as thick as the rolling pin, but the sight of the knot at the bottom was a little concerning. I felt every inch as that bulbous rubber stretched me around it, fucking myself on it like a bitch in heat for Miss’ amusement. And when I tightened around the base, fuck did I feel helplessly at it’s mercy. I know now why dog’s have such difficulty after sex; that knot just plugs you up and makes the prospect of puling it back out again quite daunting.
I admit to being a bit weirded out by the alien egg thing, but it did feel pretty good to feel it deposit the little thing deep inside me and then push it out. Not sure it’s really my thing, though. And the rubber hand and forearm just didn’t have the same effect as when Miss had stretched my ass days ago. When I said so, she promised to take me that way again later. And the horse cock, well… that definitely felt fucking fantasic!
But I can tell you my absolute favourite, though I would never have thought it for one second; the big tentacle. Oh my absolute fucking hell did the girth and the texture of that thing drive me nuts. I’ve been finding myself daydreaming about tentacles for real – I think I’ve found a new kink. Much as I’m still sitting hoping for Miss to fist me tonight; I’d prefer she strapped on that tentacle and fucked me hard.
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