Before you read this, you should go and read parts 1,2 and 3, they’re pinned on my profile. They’re rather long, but I think they’re worth it, especially if you like detailed explanations.
I was able to finish work early yesterday, a meeting was cancelled unexpectedly freeing up a large chunk of my afternoon. I had no plans, but instead of hanging around at work and getting ahead, I made my way home. In the back of an Uber as it meandered through the city streets I started to formulate a plan.
It had been a long time since I wore my sisters wedding dress and I am incredibly excited at the prospect of having an entire afternoon to enjoy it. I am going to take my time, there will be hair and makeup, lingerie, heels, gloves and a some fun toys.
First, I strip out of my work outfit. Then, padding through my apartment naked, I make my way to the spare room. I take the dress out the wardrobe and hang it on the door, admiring it for a moment. I run my fingers over the soft satin and the jewelled waist. While it has started to slowly age out of style, I still adore it.
From the drawer under the wardrobe I pull out a pair of white Loboutins, they’re called Miss Benin and have an incredibly high heel and toe platform. I lay them on the bed and make my way to the chest of drawers where I keep the rest of the outfit. I had a few new additions that I haven’t written about before, a tiara and a pair of very long, white, satin gloves.
I take each item and lay them out on the double bed. I bite my lip as I cast my eyes over the pieces of lingerie, the heels, the tiara and gloves. I drag my box of sex toys out from under the bed and rummage until I find my favourite steel butt plug.
As always, I start with the stockings. The delicate material caresses my skin as I slide them up my long, slender legs. My skin is silky smooth, the expensive material almost invisible as it settles on my skin. Then I repeat the luxurious task on the other leg, my manicured toes wiggling their way into the foot of the stocking before it slides up my leg.
I take the suspender belt next, wrapping it around my waist and fastening it before attaching each strap, feeling them pull tight against my skin I do. I love that feeling, it never fails to excite me and make me feel incredibly sexy. Next come the heels, I perch on the bed as I slip them onto my feet.
I stand and admire myself for a moment. The heels elongate my legs and tighten my calves. The suspender straps frame my arse from the back and my silky smooth and increasingly moist pussy from the front. I love the way this look starts to come together.
I turn back to the items laid out on the bed, taking a moment to think before deciding what comes next. Its not a particularly difficult choice and soon I am rubbing lube over my tight little arse hole. With my legs straight, I am bent over at the waist leaning on the bed. I reach back and press the plug against my arse and wait for it to relax, it takes just a moment, then the plug slowly slides inside. It makes me groan, it almost always does. No matter how many times I feel a butt plug slide inside me, it always feels incredible.
The final piece of lingerie is the thong. Its so delicate, I am sure its hand made, it was not designed for the abuse I give it. I carefully step into it, no mean feat considering the heels I am wearing, before sliding it up my long legs and letting it cover my wet pussy. As it always does, the material turns transparent when it meets my pussy juices.It sits on my hips, the back disappearing between my firm arse cheeks. I take a moment to caress my clit through the thong, moaning softly as I do.
Picking up the tiara, I make my way through my apartment to my bedroom. The heels ring out like gun shots as I walk across the hard floor of the hallway. I feel incredible, not yet like a princess, but something sluttier, sexier. The heels give me that sexy walk of a woman that knows how good she looks, the plug drives me wild, threatening to tug its way out with every step.
I sit down at my dressing table, intent on turning myself into the most perfect bride possible. It takes me half an hour or so to arrange my hair, which normally hangs down to my elbows, into a messy up do, it’s not perfect, but it’s not like anyone else will see it. The tiara is nestled in my hair, sparkling in the lights of my makeup mirror. Finally comes makeup, my longest false lashes, lots of eye make up and matt lips. It’s hard to describe, but it looks incredible.
Content with my appearance, I head to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. Doing normal things dressed like this is such a turn on. I open my post and respond to a few messages on my phone. Eventually I can’t force myself to wait any longer and I head back to the spare room where my sisters wedding dress hangs, waiting.
I take my favourite remote control vibrator from its charging cradle. It’s a WeVibe. I give it a little lube and slide it between my legs, sighing softly as it slips between my wet lips. One end nestles against my clit, the other very close to my gspot. I take a moment to admire my slutty appearance in the full length mirror. One day I hope to wear this for some of my FWB and have them treat me as I deserve, but for today, I’ll look after myself.
Now it’s time for the wedding dress. Its super awkward to put on by myself, but I manage, stepping into the pile of material and carefully pulling it up into place. It fits perfectly around my waist, although my breasts area a little larger than my sisters. I finish pulling the tiny zipper up and fastening the button that holds it place. I admire myself once more in the mirror, looking flawless, less slutty now, more princess like. Finally the gloves, I slide them up my arms, my fingers filling them out and the material fitting snugly over me. I caress the bare skin of my chest with my finger tips, bringing myself out in goosebumps and forcing another lip bite.
Now for the really fun toys. I have an electromagnetic self bondage kit that I have not yet had a chance to use. I tip its component parts out onto the bed, its called Magbound, you can find it on Etsy, I have the premium big pack. It’s a bit fiddly, there are a lot of pieces, the magnetic lock, the timer switch and the USB battery pack that powers it. But I gather them all up and take them to the dining room.
I pull a prepared chair from under the table into the middle of the room, I had attached the bracket to the underside of the chair recently. Its precise use is hard to describe, but I am able to tie a loop of rope around the lock, then my ankles and my wrists in such a way that I cannot release myself. If I pull my hands, it tightens around my ankles, if I move my feet, it tightens around my wrists. It’s the closest I can get to self bondage without some assistance.
As an afterthought I pull a ball gag from the box of sex toys and fit it into my mouth before sitting down and tying myself in place. Given the size of the dress, the gloves and my level of arousal, getting tied up is awkward to say the least.
Just before I engage the lock, I turn on the vibrator. I set it on an increasing pattern, it ramps up slowly to maximum power, then drops to zero over and over again. Finally, I am all set, the magnetic lock clicks into place and the 3 hour countdown timer begins. I drop the remote for the vibrator, dooming myself to eternal vibrations until one of the two batteries runs out.
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It was the most perfect moment, gagged, bound, plugged and at the mercy of a vibrator that I cannot stop. Dressed as the perfect bride, feeling like a princess, acting like a slut and dreaming of the huge number of orgasms I am about endure. Every time I move, my nipples rub against the inside of the dress, I can feel how hard they are already and it’s only been a few minutes.
What I didn’t realise is that the vibrator was not strong enough to make me orgasm. It took me some time to realise, I have no idea how long, I couldn’t see the clock, or the timer on the lock. All I could do now, was ride it out and try to convince my body to release those intense waves of pleasure.
When I started this, I had no idea what would happen. Would the battery on the magnetic lock or the vibrator run out first? The lock releases when the timer reaches zero or the battery pack runs out.
What I now know is that the vibrator will start to go first, but it won’t just stop. it slowly fades, becoming less intense at the top end. This means the gap between the point where it stops and the point where it starts again gets longer and longer, effectively edging me for hours. It was brutal and incredible all at the same time.
I enjoy delayed gratification, but this was almost a little too far for me. I also found out that the timer ran out before the battery pack, its a rather large battery. The vibrator felt like it lasted about half the time the lock did.
By the time the lock released, I was a mess. I was desperate to orgasm and I was desperate to move, being in the same position for so long gets uncomfortable, and I was desperate to get out of the incredibly restrictive dress. As soon as I stood up, I could see myself in the mirror, most of my makeup was in tact, my hair was a little dishevelled, but not too much.
The gag however, had resulted in me drooling all over myself for hours on end. It was all over my chin, my breasts and the dress. I was too desperate to orgasm to do anything about it though. I don’t recall removing the gag, obviously I did eventually, but I don’t remember when. The dress came off right away, dumped in a pile on the dining room floor.
In desperate need of an orgasm, I made my way to the box of sex toys in the spare room. Just as I had done before, I took my favourite dildo and planted it on the floor. I knelt over it, sliding the delicate thong to one side and letting the rubber cock slip inside my hot, wet pussy. It’s missing the mark.
Without moving, I reach over and grab my battery powered hitachi. It’s not as powerful as the mains powered ones, but it never fails to get the job done. I hold it against my clit with both hands and start to ramp up the power, grinding my hips against the dildo as I work my way down its length.
The Orgasm hits faster than I expected, and much harder than I expected! I let out a loud gasp, that turns into a moan, then a squeal as my body explodes. I hold it there, letting the vibrations throb through my pussy, stimulating my clit in the most intense way. It’s unreal. Heavenly. My muscles clench, locking until the start to burn. I never want it to end.
But like all good things, it absolutely must.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vz43hy/i_f_masturbated_while_wearing_my_sisters_wedding
So good 🥵🥵