“I’ve booked a table in the restaurant for 7:30 that gives us an hour and a half to shower and sort ourselves out” you said as we leaned back in each others arms “you have a choice of wine or champagne”
“Champagne every time” I said quickly laughing
“wait until you hear the conditions” you replied smiling “if you want wine you need do nothing more than dress in your corset and that beautiful red dress of yours if you want champagne you need to earn it with a sort of task or forfeit” I noticed that you were less sure of your ground now this was part of our fantasy but the actual details hadn’t been discussed, you know I have asked to have my boundaries pushed a little but I could see you hesitate before you carried on, “if you want champagne you need to wear this for half an hour before dinner not only do you need to wear it you need to ask me nicely if you can and allow me to photograph it” you leaned over to the black bag unzipped, reached in and withdrew a small object
“What is it?”
“A butt plug!”
I was silenced, this was a guilty and secret desire of mine, I always claimed I didn’t like anything to do with anal play, said it was something I’d never do and in truth it scared me a bit even while the idea turned me on I felt slightly ashamed of that. These thoughts raced round my head and there was a brief fight between shame and desire, but I was here to live out my fantasies not deny them so scarlet faced I whispered “champagne” again unable to look you in the eye.
“Ok, so what have you got to say to me?”
I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t say it…. could I? Again my mind raced do it or the moment will be a long time coming again, nice girls don’t ask to have things shoved up their arse conflicting thoughts vied for precedence
“What’s it to be?” You asked again
Again I said “champagne” but this time adding “please can I use that butt plug”
“Not good enough I want you to ask me properly, tell me what you want me to do with it”
Bastard I thought while delighting in the feeling this was giving me.
In for a penny I thought here goes
“I want you to lube my arse and push that butt plug into it….please” I said shocking even myself and smiling inwardly as the slightly shocked reaction you were trying to hide.
“Ok, go and shower then dress as you are now minus knickers, then I want you to lean forward over the bed again and wait while I have my shower”
I’ve never showered so fast in my life, I was in a state of heightened anticipation turned on beyond belief by what I was about to do relieved of the responsibility by the fantasy aspect and the façade of you “making” me do it.
Again you laced me back into my corset and looked at me questioningly
I smirked and walked over to the bed bending forward and resting my chest against the soft quilt
“Legs apart and stay there” was all you said as you walked to the bathroom
I waited, feeling my self grow wetter and wetter, thinking of what was about to happen, scared, thrilled, turned on, amazed at my temerity the time seemed to pass so slowly yet the sound of the shower clicking off came too soon. I sensed you behind me rather than heard you and hear again the sound of the zip
“Ok you need to hold yourself open and ask me again”
Realising that this was partly so you could be sure I really wanted it and partly because it was so erotic for both of us playing into our joint fantasies I said
“Please will you lube my arse and push that butt plug into it and make me keep it there for half an hour, I really want that champagne”
I felt cold lube on my arse and your fingers rubbing it in a circular motion round that tight little button, slowly you slipped a finger a short way in eliciting involuntary noises from me that I barely recognised, I began to squirm against you slightly, resisting yet wanting more, you became more insistent working the lube up inside my arse making me feel oh so dirty and gloriously lewd when you were satisfied that I was sufficiently slippery I felt the hard substance of the butt plug at the entrance to my arse, I held my breath until you told me to relax and steadied myself, slowly you pushed it in a tiny bit allowing me to grow used to it, I felt light headed, I heard myself asking, then begging you to push it in further and thrust my arse back towards it as you gently pushed it all the way, it had seemed tiny in your hands but now it felt enormous and filled me in a way that I had never previously experienced. I lay very still allowing myself to become accustomed to the new feeling and heard the familiar whirr of your camera as you photographed me from every angle with this obscene object jutting from my arse
You leaned over me and whispered in my ear “tell me what’s going on; tell me what I just did”
So I did, I used words that I have never uttered before to describe how you had lubed my arsehole up and stuck a butt plug up it, I told you that it made me feel like nothing I’d ever experienced before and how I wanted you to do it to me again and again as I began to squirm and moan with the sensations it was giving me. My hands reached down to touch myself but you said “no not yet, you still have twenty minutes to go” so I lay in exquisite agony for ten more minutes moaning and writhing about in a way that I only ever imagined before. Finally I felt your hands on my body, caressing my back kneading my arse increasing the already almost unbearable sensations within until you reached round and dipping your fingers into my wetness began to circle my clit in the same way I had done earlier, bringing me almost to the peak of orgasm, backing off again and yet again until as the half hour approached you hit exactly the right spot and triggered a beautiful deep orgasm that reached so deeply inside me that I could do no more than allow my body to be overtaken by the intense spasms that shook it and rocked me to my core. I lay spent and wordless unable to answer your questions as to my welfare with any more than small groans and nods.
You eased the plug out and I got shakily to my feet again we kissed and I lay back on the bed to recover.
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