I come home sweaty after an intense run. 5k in 24 mins, it’s not mind blowing but it definitely gets your breathing rhythmic. The fresh breeze, the radiant sun and the pain, the exhilarating, throbbing pain. That’s the last sensation as I gather my breath while entering the door.
I see a hairbrush and a note right in front of the door. It reads “peg slave now”. I look around and have the sudden sensation of being watched. I peel my sweaty shirt off my torso and gently lift it over my head. Next I untie my sneakers and neatly position them on their shelf. I take off my socks and then put my thumbs against my shorts waistband. I walk slowly and rip the shorts down my sweaty and still sizzling legs. I’ll need to stretch later, and this one isn’t kinky it’s more healing!
Grabbing my hairbrush, I realize how it’s one of the few things of plastic I own. I would have to throw it after tonight’s activities. Perhaps I am getting closer to an environmentally friendly plastic free existence. Go whales!
I need to find lube, but first the dirty laundry should be off the floor before it starts to get on maîtresse’s nerves. Throwing them in the laundry basket I smell a whiff of brownies. Mmm. I’m hungry, but Ive been sent on a mission!
Too the bedroom mission commander, in search of the miraculous lube!
Squirting it all over the hairbrush handle I examine this blue, plastic, single piece,man made, bulbous at the end, 5 inches long, diameter of 1 inch object. It’s gonna get quite sloppy wet warm squeezed absorbed and squished!
I kneel on the wooden floor and position my ass up high. Cow position first to stretch the back and then cat to stick the ass up. My hand goes up in the air ready to stab. Yes stab my own ass. Oh the anticipation, the weight on my shoulder, the sweat forming on my back, the feet stretching my calves…yesssss that’s the feeling I desired…the ultimate surrender….the breeze on my butt!
I bring the hairbrush down and position it on my hole. A gentle rub across the crack to spread the lube and then pressure….right in the center of the rosebud…at first it feels like I’m trying to penetrate skin, but then slowly it gives way as I close my eyes to relax and think about how glorious it would feel. My man cave gently opens allowing that long bulbous object to part my layers of skin.
The tip is inside and I can’t help exhale soundlessly….whoosh. If only maitresse were behind me…
I slowly push the entire length of the handle inside….and at first I can’t even tell it’s gone in. I uncoil my back and lie flat on the floor for a second. Yes I can feel it 4inches inside me….tickling my prostate.
And that’s when my cock decides that it’s found a cozy spot between the floor and my not-trimmed-for-two-month bush of a genital area. My righthand grabs the hairbrush and my left hand grabs my cock. I squeeze around both handles and stroke one while I push the other in deep and try to curve it so it tickles…fucckkkk the intensity of pleasure…I can feel it within me…around me…a part of me…but not yet ejaculating from me!
I build up a steady rhythm writhing on the floor fucking my ass and stroking my cock. Oh yes I need this all the time this fucking sandwich. Of desire…this gluttony of pleasure.
Stop yells my maitresse. Fuck! I fucked up!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8r9a80/pegged_by_maitresse