We went to a sex shop and got a black silicone butt plug, a black elegant collar with fluff on the inside and a leash attached to it, as well as lavender scented pheromone body lotion. I was really excited to try all of those but especially excited about the collar. I had always wanted to be collared and it finally happened.
I took a shower and put the lotion on my skin. It was the first time I tried something with pheromones, so I was curious and thought it was fun. I put some makeup and a nice pair of underwear.
He told me to kneel in front of him and he put the collar around my neck. I was holding my hair while he was adjusting the collar and the leash. When he was ready, he pulled the leash a bit towards himself, resulting in me being pulled closer. I found that incredibly exciting and arousing. I felt submissive and owned; I felt like control was in his hands. I felt him gentle and dominant. We kissed very passionately, while he kept pulling the leash up and closer to himself.
Having a collar around my neck was a new and interesting feeling. The fluffy part on the inside made it feel soft on my skin. I definitely felt some restrictions to my neck movements but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Actually the opposite, it felt comfortable in a new, weird way. When he wasn’t holding the leash, it was brushing against my body, which felt great both physically, and mentally, as it was another reminder of me wearing a collar.
When we were done making out, he told me to lie down on my back, knees to my chest, hands and feet close to each other. He tied my right hand to my right foot and my left hand to my left foot. Then helped me flip over so that I’m lying on my chest and my butt is up. He then slid my panties down to my knees and asked me to spread my legs a bit. He spanked me a bit. It was exciting to anticipate his next swing, where it will land and how strong it will be, while pretty much unable to move and react. He then spread my butt cheeks.
I was tied and positioned in a way that restricted my moves and showed my most intimate parts. I felt exposed and vulnerable. I was in his hands and he could do anything he wanted. It was dirty and exciting, and at the same time it felt pure, sincere and calming.
He started touching my pussy. Then he took a vibrator, turned it on and started moving it on me. The vibrator made loud dirty sounds every time it came in contact with my wet pussy. It was the first time I heard such noises from my body.
When I got really wet, and I was relaxed and loose enough, he took the butt plug and put some lube on it. He ran it on my skin, around the butthole, so I can get used to it, and started putting it in.
It was my first time having a butt plug in me. It was slightly painful in the beginning, so I asked him to go slower. He listened to my request. I knew I could immediately tell him if something I am experiencing is unpleasant or painful. I didn’t mind enduring some pain for him but I knew that wasn’t his intention right at that moment.
Every now and then I’d use the chance to turn around a bit and catch a glimpse of him. He was quiet and serious. He looked so immersed in what he was doing, paying full attention to my reactions and carefully deciding on his next move. It was as if exploring my body, my limits and my sensitivity, where, how and what felt nice to me was like a puzzle that he was putting the pieces together to. I found the sight of that fascinating and memorable.
The cold lube felt nice on my butt hole and inside when the butt plug was entering me. He moved the butt plug slowly, bit by bit, in and out of me, until I was relaxed enough for him to push all of it in. Then he grabbed the vibrator again and started rubbing it on my pussy. I asked him to put a finger in my vagina. When he did that, I started feeling like I’m going to go crazy. I was pleasantly overwhelmed: I was feeling so many sensations at the same time.
Every time he pressed the vibrator against my clit and moved his finger in my pussy, and I could also feel the butt plug in me, I let out groans and moans. They were not intentional. It was not a choice. For the first time in my life I moaned not being able to hold back. I was breathing heavily and time and space around me and everything else besides the two of us was numbed by pleasure even stronger than the one of an orgasm. I felt safe and cared for, I could let go and enjoy what he was doing to me. My mind went blank. All I could do at that moment was feel myself moaning and give myself in.
We continued until I was so exhausted that I couldn’t go on any further.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had a “Wow, that’s me” moment, feeling that an inner side of me that’s usually well hidden was pulled out and exposed. I giggled. The black collar looked good on me. I took a quick shower. We hugged. And I slept like a baby.
I made an alarm so I can get up before him and give him a nice waking up surprise.
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That was an amazing share, thank you. Was this his idea or yours?