[F]or the second time.

This is a continuation from my previous post. If people keep reading, I’ll keep posting until I catch up to current day.

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I had been seeing Sir sporadically for a few weeks and learning my new rules and etiquette.

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I was at his apartment. Wearing the new, skimpy thong I had picked up at the store. Since I was on the road and travelling frequently, I had not brought as many pairs of sexy clothes as I would have preferred, so instead, I was just going minimalist.

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“Would you like a refill, Sir?” I topped off his drink: whiskey on the rocks.

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I had adjusted to calling him “Sir” much more quickly than I anticipated. We had discussed it. I was under no obligation to use titles while in public. And to my credit, I only humiliated myself once by letting it slip while at the Indian restaurant.

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This time was big news: I was going to try on some gear. He ferreted around in his toy chest a bit and produced: duh-da-da-dah! A pup hood and some puppy mitts. This was something I explicitly mentioned wanting to try when we first linked up, but now I was feeling a little silly. Would I be able to get into it? Then he told me to close my eyes and relax entirely. I did. I sat on all fours on the bed and leaned forward, nuzzling my head against his chest while he stroked my body. He slipped the hood over my head and the mittens on all while describing to me the fun, playful, energetic personality I should become. It worked.

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He had a tied up bit of rope. We wrestled. We played fetch. I rolled onto my back, exposing my belly for rubs. Then it was time to try some more bondage: This time, I rolled onto my belly and he tied my hands into the small of my back. Then, he locked a spreader bar to my feet, keeping them forced about two or three feet apart (although, I could move them vertically if I moved them together).

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He slide off the puppy hood and plopped in a head harness with a bite gag.

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“Three quick moans means, ‘Take out the gag.’ Try it for me.”

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-MMph. MMph. MMph!-

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“Very good girl,” he murmured with a tussle of my hair.

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From the drawers below the bed he produced something which… well, if my mouth wasn’t gagged, I would have protested more to! A large stainless steel hooked with a ball on the end.

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“Don’t worry. It looks worse than it is.”

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And it looked pretty bad.

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He tied one end of a rope to a handle connected to the head harness, then using a caribiner connected the other end to a loop on the hook.

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“I’ll be gentle.”

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He took two fingers, coated in lube, and slide them inside my pussy. I could feel myself softening and relaxing as he fingered me gently.

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“See. That feels good doesn’t it.”

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-Mmmhmm.-

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I could feel the desire building inside of me. I did want to be filled.

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“I can tell you are relaxed now. This will be easier if you stay relaxed.”

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And with that, he slid the hook into my pussy. First, I felt the cold steel of the ball and all my muscles tensed up again. A stretching pain shot through me. And then it was over. I relaxed and felt… quite comfortable with it inside me, especially as it warmed to the temperature of my body.

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“You’re gonna love this then.”

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He tightened the rope, pulling my head back and putting tension on the hook in my pussy. Any movement would jerk the hook around. Then he took out a Magic Wand (basically, a vibrating massager) and placed the tip of it on the hook. The vibrations from the Wand transmitted through the hook and inside me. It felt like my whole body was getting warm and cool, warm and cool, as he pressed it on the rod and lifted it off for seconds at a time. Then, he dropped the wand back on the hook and left it there. The ecstasy kept building inside me like crashing waves, getting progressively bigger.

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“You like that, huh?”

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-Mmmhmm.-

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He popped the gag out.

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“Beg me to fuck you.”

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“Fuck me, Sir.”

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“Again.”

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“Fuck me, Sir.”

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“I said, ‘Beg!”

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“Dear God. Fuck me, Sir. I need it so fucking badly. I need you to fuck me right now.”

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“Good girl.”

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And the gag was back in my mouth.

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Next thing I feel is another vibrating toy; this time, poking at my ass.

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-Nuh huh- I moaned.

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“Come on, girl. You liked the hook. At least give this a try. Remember, you can always stop it whenever you want to.”

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I pondered this for a minute and relaxed again.

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Suddenly, I feel the vibrator sliding inside my butt. This is very different from the hook. Again, first discomfort which bordered on pain, which then subsided. However, unlike the hook, this was orgasmically pleasurable, but also incredibly intense.

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It was set to an intermittent buzzing mode. -Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt- Every second or so.

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Even though the settings did not change, it felt like they did. I felt like every nerve of my body was high. And then, that buzzing was push it further and further until that body high became uncomfortably sharp. My face would flush. And like with the spanking, it became a challenge to see how much I could take. A few deep breaths and I could push the discomfort out of my mind and focus on the pleasure. But then it would build again. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer.

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-Mmm! MMM! MMM- I moaned.

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He pulled the gag out of my mouth.

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“Ready for a break?”

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“Just take the vibrator out. It’s too much.”

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“I think you need a break, girl. It can become more physically exhausting than you think.” He retorted.

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“No! I’m fine.” I insisted. “Sir.” Even as I knew that He mmight be right.

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“I’ll break things down slowly.”

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First, he pulled the vibrator out of me and I gasped a huge sigh of relief, although I almost-sort-of-immediately missed its prescense a bit. Then he turned off the Wand, removed the hook, and showed me its glimmering surface before finally untying me and letting me stretch my limbs.

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I rolled on my back. Wow. That stretch in my arms feels amazing! Sir might definitely have been right about needing a break.

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He reached down to rub my wet pussy.

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“Sir, please wait.”

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“What?”

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“I think it you touch me. I’m gonna cum.”

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“Are you asking for permission, girl?”

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“If you want me to, Sir.”

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“That’s a good girl.”

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He reached down and started to rub my wet pussy, teasing my clit with his palm. This lasted about two seconds before I started.

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“Oh fuck. OH FUCK. FUCK, SIR! Wow. That has never happened to me before.”

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And it hadn’t. I knew I had been sitting on the edge of an orgasm, but to cum just from being brushed lightly? Completely new experience.

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“Aww. Good girl,” he smirked. “I wanted to fuck you myself, but I guess that will have to wait until next time. When you are ready, clean off my sex toys and meet me in the living room for some cuddles.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b25x3p/for_the_second_time