It’s true. I have fallen in love. Truly, madly, deeply in love with my new Doxy.
I wouldn’t normally discuss a product for a Masturbation Monday post. I tend to go for a piece of erotica in the hope that some of you will put your hands in your pants while reading it. Sometimes though we are left with no choice but to mix things up.
He’s lying on his back, one arm at his side, the other folded under his head. The fact it is post sex means he is beautifully naked. Exactly as he should be all the time in my opinion. The gym sessions are showing, muscle definition is popping in all the right places. In all honestly I want to have the sex all over again as I look at him.
I wish I’d taken the photo.
Why is it then, if he is so glorious, that I am thinking of you?
Wonderful, lovely and sexy readers, get ready to open multiple browser tabs and be prepared for a roller-coaster ride of sexy and emotional blog posts. I have an an EPIC week (yes it did need the capitalisation) of blog reading and I am about to hit you all with some awesome and in some cases intense posts from some fabulous people.
Oh, Cousin Pons what a delightfully smutty blog you have. This weeks offering to Masturbation Monday from Pons was ‘Hornithology’, now while it did leave me with more questions than answers, it did also give me the horn. So that’s a win. You can also see more of Cousin Pons if you pop along and browse through the Sinful Sunday submissions. Would anybody like to see his bottom? If so head to his blog now.
It was with great excitement that I decided to take part in #30DayOrgasmFun. My overall feeling about masturbation is that it is a bit dull, for me. Even though I own all the sex toys and can now orgasm, which I couldn’t until I was 28, it just lacks lustre for me. I’m pretty sure I just haven’t explored enough though, that knowledge does not compel me to try more often though, or even to try new things when the urge does come over me.
For me getting involved in #30DayOrgasmFun was about encouragement. The thought of having a reason to carve time out for self pleasure was awesome. Then came a less awesome though … Easter holidays. For me this means very little alone time, and very little energy. Neither of which is handy when it comes to sexy alone time.
I have however managed two self love sessions. Which quite honestly, is not bad going for me in one week.
Orgasm 1 – Sunday
This orgasm, like many others was courtesy of my Maison Vesta Kassandra Magic Wand. For those of you who are used to the power of a larger wand, this might not do the trick. As I am yet to get my hands on my dream Doxy though, smaller wands are what I have to hand. This is by far my favourite out of the selection of smaller wands I’ve tried. For its size and its price it really packs a punch. In a sexy way.
So me and Kassandra (the wand remember, not a sexy lady unfortunately) got down to business, and it was quick, but it was efficient and I actually felt pleased that I’d made the effort to get some kind of orgasmic delights on the go.
Orgasm 2 – Tuesday
Now this one was a lot more interesting. I got a delightful box of goodies to test and review from Satisfyer.com, and this definitely inspired me to lube up, even though it was after a late shift at work. I’m a bit erratic when it comes to new toys, I tend to try them with a bit too much eagerness, and quite often that doesn’t give a good picture of them, but it will explain how I ended up masturbating with four toys in one session.
First up was the Satisfyer Pro G-Spot Rabbit, which I’ve been really keen to try, and I think I will enjoy it, but I was finding it hard to relax into it. I think because it was new and we haven’t found our groove yet. Then Satisfyer Pro Traveler came out to play, which is frickin’ adorable, and pretty mighty for a small toy and it definitely played it’s part in making the orgasmic magic happen.
However, like I said, it was late and I was tired and I really just wanted the good fanny feels. So out came Kassandra again, this time though she has a friend with her. Oh yes, my Tracey Cox Glass Dildo (the clear one) came out to play. For some reason I haven’t use any of my glass dildos in a while, but recently I’ve taken to using them again and I have remembered why I have so many. They are unbelievably good at getting me off.
With Kassandra on my clit and Tracey Cox (the dildo, not the woman) rubbing against my g-spot I came good and proper. Like I really came, super hard. It. Was. So. Good.
Orgasm 3 – Friday
This orgasm wasn’t mine, but it was my best one of the week. That is a statement that probably sheds a lot of light on why I don’t orgasm much. Making Bakji come isn’t more fun for me a lot of the time than coming myself. The thrill I get from our kink dynamic, and especially from FemDom, kind of outweighs the thrill I get from sexual pleasure, especially of the solo variety.
During this session I got to tease and torment, as well as engaging in one of my all time favourite sexual acts, handjobs. I bloody love giving handjobs, especially to Bakji because he is so wonderfully receptive to them.
We also took the Satisfyer Men (or penis wanker as I am calling it) for its first spin. It was definitely fun, but it couldn’t claim the orgasm, that was all mine.
Now I am sure at least one person is wondering why I didn’t end up having a 3rd orgsm of my own seeing as how I had my partner right there, with his cock out and hard no less. The truth is I just don’t measure my pleasure in orgasms. It is totally cool if you do, it isn’t judgement on other people, it’s just how I work.
FemDom gives me an adrenaline rush and a mental and physical high that I do not get form sex in any way, shape or form. I love sex, I really do. It feels amazing and I love it when Bakji makes me come. Domination though, especially of Bakji, man that hits the spot. Like hardcore, body and mind satisfied.
So where does that leave me with taking part in #30DayOrgasmFun? I am still very much going to try and get a few more April orgasms under my belt. I have a few new things I’m going to try, and I have a sexy weekend session with Bakji, where we will have more time to get kinky than we did on Friday. So if he’s lucky I might let him help me out with an orgasm of my own. Or I might just make him come multiple times, I’m really quite happy to sate my orgasm needs in that way.
Written and submitted for Wicked Wednesday. Some of the other writings this week are awesome, so do swing by and give them a read.
I’m a bad girl. I can’t help but think that I deserve a damn good spanking, while being told what dirty, voyeuristic pervert I am. Though to be told that I need to confess something to you first. I am a peeping tom, of the auditory variety.
In my defence, the floors are thin. It’s not as if I can stop myself hearing. I suppose I don’t need to turn all my appliances off so I can hear more clearly though. I could also keep my mind occupied with other things instead of imagining her naked, legs spread, cunt dripping as she fucks herself.
I won’t lie, I’ve had my eye on the Satisfyer products ever since they came on the market. When they kindly offered to send me some products to review I was definitely excited to give these products a try.
My orgasm track record for masturbating isn’t great. I find it rather boring if I’m honest and I own all the sex toys I do in the hope that one days I will find the toy that makes it fun. With a partner I’m multi-orgasmic, on my own it’s one and I’m done. It’s usually clitoral, and it’s usually quick, because if get to the edge and lose it I can’t get it back. So I need a powerful, buzzing vibrator on/near my clitoris to make me climax as soon as possible.
I must admit when I held the Penguin Pro 2 in my hand, my first thought was that is was super cute. I mean seriously cute, it has a bow tie. It’s really lightweight, fits nicely in your hand and looks generally very appealing.
So off I popped to put it on charge. Eagerly awaiting my chance to test it out. Now despite knowing it’s not a vibrator, once it was charged I still did that thing of testing it against my hand. I must admit my heart sank a little bit, it felt like … nothing. There was a big sigh. Nevertheless I actually volunteered to test it on my clitoris, so that is what I went to do .
Spoiler alert … OH. MY GOD!!! My orgasms will never, and I mean NEVER, be the same again.
The Pro Penguin gave me my strongest solo orgasm ever (until I tried the Satisfyer Pro 2, but more about that in another post.)
It is far more ‘rumbly’ that I would usually opt for. However the pulsating rumbles create a build up that I haven’t been able to achieve with other vibrators. I got midway through the 11 settings and found myself in a state of climax. I also noticed that I was anywhere near as sensitive and ‘done’ as I would normally be after a solo orgasm. So I did what any good sex toy reviewer would do and kept on going, for the sake of science obviously.
Up and up I went through the settings, the pleasure just kept on building and I reached a point I never reach alone. I wasn’t actually focusing on anything except how good things felt, I’d actually managed to start enjoying it, without feeling a bit bored. This is a huge achievement in my sexual exploration.
Another thing that happened that rarely happens with toys, is that it made me wet. I’ve got zero issues using lube when I masturbate, and do so more often that not. The fact this product actually got some natural lubrication on the go though is astounding, it actually seems to make my vagina happy and satisfied, instead of just placated until I can play with another human.
Volume of sex toys isn’t a huge issue for me, although I admit extremely loud buzzing isn’t that arousing. Anyone who has a need for quiet toys though should have no issues with this product. It can’t be heard through adjoining rooms, and I could only hear it if I pressed my ear to the door of the room it was in, and that was knowing it was in there and I should be hearing it. This was in a completely silent house. In a building where there were other ambient noises like television or music I very much doubt if anyone would be able to hear it.
The lovely soft outer and the nozzle of this product are made from silicon, and the other components from ABS plastic. So there’s nothing icky there for those of us who are looking for body safe toys. The nozzle is removable, should you wish to do so for cleaning.
Speaking of cleaning, this product is also waterproof, perfect for people who enjoy their baths times to be a little bit on the sexy side. I personally don’t have a bath, but if I dd this beauty could tempt me to actually try to make one sexy, which isn’t normally my thing.
With it’s USB, magnetic charger, you get about 1.5 hours play for around the same length of time on charge. However, you may need to charge it fairly regularly due to the fact you might never want to stop playing with it, because it’s just so good. The controls couldn’t be simpler, press and hold to turn on, once the control panel is alight you can see the symbols for higher vibration near the base of the toy, and lower vibration toward the nozzle of the toy.
If full discretion with sex toy is your thing, then that might be a downside, while it isn’t as glaringly obviously as phallic shaped vibrator or dildo, it isn’t as discreet as some of the products available that could be ‘massagers’. For example the Satisfyer Pro Deluxe would probably get away with that.
Other than that I honestly cannot pick fault with this product. Unless you really don’t like clitoral stimulation. Even then though, it isn’t like any clitoral toy I’ve ever used before, so I’d be inclined to suggest giving it a try before writing it off, if that feels like an option.
Reasons To Try:
Unique sucking/pulsating action
Looks super cute
Feel lovely to hold and use
Gives the BEST orgasms
Reason to say Bye-Bye:
Potentially not visually discreet enough for some people
I’ve got the sex toys. I’ve got the porn, or the sexy imagination depending on my mood. The ambience is set, the lube is out. I’ve got everything, except the orgasm. It’s time to admit defeat. I’m bored and I know the reason why. I’ve got a better toy, a bigger toy, a living, breathing, all mine sex toy of a boy. That is what I need.
There is only one problem with this need. He has been very naughty lately, and that has me questioning how much he deserves to give me the attention I need. I think on this for a while, but it can’t be denied, the more I think about him, the wetter I get, in some way, shape or form, I need him here for this.
I glance at the clock and realise whatever he might be doing won’t be as interesting or as important as serving his Mistress, so I send the slave summons, a bit like the bat signal but for an eager to please slave boy.
Fifteen minutes later and his key turns in my door, I can hear him following standard protocols as he undresses, folding his clothes and leaving them in a neat pile by the door. The thought of him naked and eager makes my cunt twitch. It’s going to be hard not to use him fully, but I must be strict, I can’t have him thinking he will be rewarded for misbehaviour.
As soon as my eyes are upon him my resolve is truly tested, he is glorious. His caged cock already looks like the metal surrounding it might be no object to its arousal. His eyes are shining with excitement, always anticipating what might await him, even when what awaits him is frustration and denial.
I direct him to the chair beside the bed, and I fix the restraints in place. He might be a slave, but he’s a bratty, horny slave, and has on occasion broken free from minimal restraint, or found himself unable to resist temptation on the occasions no restraints were used. While his attention is always pleasurable, he really does need to learn his place. Which means he now is always fully immobilised when we play. Today though I do leave his head free to move, as I want him to be able to see me at all times.
Once he is firmly tied to the chair, I remove his cock cage. He gasps and moans as I do so, his cock is hard, his eyes are pleading, and breathlessly he whispers ‘Please … Mistress’ it’s then that I know this is going to be just the release I need.
I run my finger gently along his cock, and he twitches against my touch, I can sense him holding his breath in anticipation of what I might do, of what pleasures I might permit him, and without a second though my hand slaps his shaft and I feel his breath fall from his mouth warm against my breast.
I move my hand into my bra and start to play with my nipples, his mouth hangs open, his eyes are fixed, I can see how badly he wants them. He wants my nipples, hard and erect, to brush against his lips, as his tongue darts out to lick him. For me to force them into his mouth, holding his head firmly to my chest, his breathing restricted, his only choice to keep on licking, to keep on pleasuring, to keep on fucking my boobs with his tongue, because it might be the only action he gets for a while. I deny him this today though. As intend to deny him everything, but the chance to watch.
I open the drawer beside the bed, and I hear him groan, as he realises what I’m likely to be reaching for. I lay out my choice of toys on the bed, including the dildo so similar in length and girth to his own cock, that using it in front of him feels even crueller than a bigger one.
I lie on the bed besides the dildo, vibrators and lube. Scantily clad but still clothed I start running my hands across my body, and already things feel different to my failed attempt at masturbation. My body is starting to ache, the need is building inside me, the power I hold over him is setting me on fire, that is what was missing.
My hands move over my knickers and I feel how wet I am through the material, and I know he will be able to see it too. I taunt him with it, asking him if he sees how wet it makes me to have called him here, to have restrained him and made him hard. Hard before I’d even touched him, moaning at one, slight, gentle, touch. All he can say is ‘Yes Mistress’, and that alone arouses me further.
I slide my wet knickers down my legs, and I can feel his eyes are fixed on me, watching, waiting, so keen to see what he probably now realises he cannot have. Once my knickers are removed I kneel up on the bed, lean forward and force them into his mouth, they are not efficient enough to be a gag, but they are very efficient at torturing him with my taste, forcing thoughts into his mind of his mouth on my cunt, of those days were good behaviour were rewarded with oral servitude.
Falling back onto the bed, my hands reach for a vibrator and soon enough the familiar buzzing of a favourite toy fills the air. I can hear the chair creaking as he pulls against his restraints, knowing with great satisfaction that his predicament will be bringing him both pleasure and frustration. The vibrator is alternating between my clit, and sliding inside me. My hips are moving ever more eagerly against the sensations this is causing.
I lift my head, and one look at has me rocketing from close to climax to being in the grip of orgasm. His muscles are tense as he pulls against his restraints, his eyes filled with a look I love, the that verges on fury as he becomes more and more desperate to touch, and lick, and fuck, the tip of cock glistening with precum, and I almost laugh as the orgasm ripples through me knowing that precum is as far as he gets to go.
I see him relax a little, as my body shudders in the after effects of climax. I wonder if he thinks the tease is over, if I’ll play with him, or even better set him free to play with me. Instead I fix my gaze on him and take the dildo that so perfectly resembles his own cock and grip it tightly in my hand, again he groans. I know that groan, I know how badly he wants my hand wrapped around his cock, how desperately he wants me to move up and down his hard, desperate erection, edging him, teasing him, whispering humiliating phrases until I finally let him fall over the edge, covering him in his own cum.
Instead he gets to watch me slide that dildo inside my hot, wet cunt, over and over again. I want it to be him, and I tell him so. I wish it was his cock covered in my wetness, filling me, stretching me, making the pleasure inside me rise. I re-position myself, kneeling on the edge of the bed, so I can alternate between lifting myself on and of the perfectly positioned dildo, and grinding down onto it. In this position I can lean forward and rest my hands on his knees, giving me more leverage and control over fucking the dildo.
I can’t help but stare at his face, his expression is pained, and it is another level of arousing to know how I am affecting him. There is a wicked and insatiable pleasure in causing him this kind of frustration, as I get close to another orgasm, this one much stronger than the last, I breathlessly tell him that I wish he could cum too. Oh how I’d love to give in, to let him cum with me, on me, inside me, but no, he had to ruin it, he had to be bad, he had to earn himself his longest ever stretch of punishment. Even this, berating him as I fuck myself with a dildo, is getting him more aroused. I glance down and see his cock, hard, twitching, pulsating and I wonder if he might cum without a physical stimulus.
The curiosity outweighs my desire to deny him, also I feel like if I succeed it would be something of a ruined orgasm, and the idea of that feels just as satisfying as denial. So I continue to verbally berate him, between my own gasps and moans, I tell him how badly I need him to fuck me, how he needs to be good boy so I can reward him with the chance to lick, finger and fuck my cunt. The more I talk the redder his face gets, filling with anguish and desperation, his desire and submission causing his mind to empty of everything except want and need. I point these facts out to him, how all he wants is to touch me, how he can’t, how he won’t. Ever.
We both know that’s a lie but in the moment it feels so true, and it takes him further into his desperate desire, and the more I gasp, and moan and lean against him as I whisper obscenities that humiliate, tease and torture him, the more I turn myself on. Until no more words are needed, because I hear him mumbling into his knicker filled mouth and it sounds like ‘Nooo, shit, fuck … sorry Mistress’ and I look down in time to see cum spurting from his cock, and that sight is all it takes for me to follow suit, another orgasm is mine, my body finding the satisfaction that escaped it earlier.
Sometimes all it takes is the right toy, and sometimes the right fuck toy is a slave boy.
F.Y.I – While this is an entirely fictional masturbation account, after I wrote I did actual masturbation, in my Harry Potter t-shirt, not sure while that’s relevant, but it feels appropriate to mention.
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