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Plugged Ass + Good Sex = ?

June 30th, 2007


I wanted to cum. I wanted to put my fingers in my already
soaking wet pussy and swirl them around my throbbing clitoris with dramatically
slow movements teasing a long, slow, deep, screaming orgasm from my wanton
cunt. I wanted to clamp my own nipples and lay on my back with my legs spread
while I played in the slippery juices drooling from my pussy, an occasional tap
on the plug ripping a primal moan from my throat as I stared with blank eyes at
the ceiling.


I am officially out of things to talk about. Or maybe I just
have a brain freeze today? In any case, the more I ask people for ideas the
more Iâ??m ignored and I feel like Iâ??ve done it â??allâ?¢â?. Once upon a time I was
going to go back through old entries and talk about the differences between my
philosophies then and my philosophies now. For some reason, that proved too painful
a task and I decided not to.


Yesterday was spent with a plug in my ass. Well, not all of
yesterday. But 3-4 hours of yesterday. Itâ??s hard to appreciate what thatâ??s like
for me without having experienced it yourself. I had spent the morning – out of
sheer laziness, I think – naked. Itâ??s unusual for me to do that. If Iâ??m
spending the day home alone Iâ??m usually dressed as soon as Iâ??m out of bed. People
these days are too impatient to wait for someone to dress before answering the
door. Heaven forbid a certified letter or package come and I miss it. We both
have panic attacks for the rest of the day when that happens.


He sent me to shower (via AIM) and dress so I dolled myself
up afterward with no real reason except I wanted to be pretty for Him. Tried a
new hairstyle, makeup style and even dressed nicer than I usually do. When I
called Him on being the only person Iâ??d come in contact with who hadnâ??t
commented on my hair and makeup, He almost said Heâ??d been married to me for ten
years.


â??Weâ??ve been married for teâ?¦ how many years? It goes without
saying.�


When I got home from lunch, He told me to strip and plug my
ass, then make my way around the house picking up. When He got home it was
dress and whisk off to the store where we carefully searched for (in attempt to
evade) the woman who works there and drives me (and Him too, though He finds
her antics much funnier than I do) up a wall. All the while, Iâ??m wandering
around with a plug up my ass.


When it first goes in, itâ??s a toss up as to whether itâ??ll be
painful or pleasant or neither. Yesterday it was neither. Once it was in,
however, it felt friggin awesome. Every move I made caused it to readjust
giving the sensation that I was being ass-fucked with excruciatingly slow
movements by a thick, rock hard dick.


I wanted to cum. I wanted to put my fingers in my already
soaking wet pussy and swirl them around my throbbing clitoris with dramatically
slow movements teasing a long, slow, deep, screaming orgasm from my wanton
cunt. I wanted to clamp my own nipples and lay on my back with my legs spread
while I played in the slippery juices drooling from my pussy, an occasional tap
on the plug ripping a primal moan from my throat as I stared with blank eyes at
the ceiling.


Iâ??ve learned that if I donâ??t attempt to keep the crack of my
ass and the circle of my anus at least a little wet throughout the course of
the day the plug begins to twist and pinch tiny bits of skin. Probably the most
uncomfortable sensation in the world. And it always leaves me much more sore
after taking it out. So I periodically dragged my fingers through my pussy
juices and traced the base of the plug with my own wetness. No playing in it.
No teasing myself. I didnâ??t have permission to do those things. Just a simple
gathering of liquid and redistributing it elsewhere.


When the plug finally did come out it left me feeling empty,
sore, and desperate. I still wanted to cum. I definitely wanted to fuck. But it
wasnâ??t time yet. When He finally ordered me to the all fours on the bed, I was
so horny I probably could have came just by rubbing my thighs together.


He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my lips to His chest. He
told me to lick Him like the animal I am. Like an overly eager puppy excited to
see her owner, I licked and lapped and whimpered. He directed my head to where
He wanted to feel my licking next by tugging the knot of hair He had in His
fist, all the while rubbing His boxer-covered-cock over my bare pussy. He
pinched my nipples and random pieces of flesh and I moaned and squirmed.


Finally with one last jerk of my hair He sent me to the bed and climbed on
after me fucking me like a bitch in heat. He fucked so hard, grabbing my ass
and pulling me to Him, and I moaned and yelped with each thrust. When He
finally slapped my ass, the signal to turn over, I was tired and sore and
grateful. Then the real trouble starts.


Without intending to, He always brings me close to cumming. Completely
focused on His own pleasure, pounding my open, juicy, slutty pussy, the rough
patch of hair just above the thick base of His cock scrapes over my swollen
clit just enough to make it devastatingly difficult to refrain from cumming all
over Him. And then, as I get frighteningly close to breaking a rule, Heâ??s
finished. And the scraping is gone. And Iâ??m saved.


The neighbors are home. Itâ??s depressing. Ah wellâ?¦ Master
promised not to let up on me just because theyâ??re back so itâ??ll be okay.

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