"Well, let's see if we can change that number, fiona."
I thought eight was pretty good.
He pushes my mouth back onto
the way too gigantic dildo.
Oh, I love that loss of control,
that feeling of being used, physically.
I also know that's his way of keeping
my focus elsewhere and
minimizing my visibility.
I hear him rummaging in the toy bag.
"Oh, fiona, I love seeing you like this.
I love you being restrained.
I love you having a dildo in your pussy
I love seeing that huge dildo in your mouth.
…and I love…"
He zapped me!
He did so on my thighs.
"Oh, fiona, I love what this does to you."
He encourages me with his words,
then explains that I have to ask for him to do it again.
I'm not sure I love that damn zapper.
It's intense and just the
wrong side of painful.
after the just too much pain
it does leave me….
"Please" I whisper…
not really committed.
he takes the dildo in my pussy and
Moves it fast
Slams it into me.
He's building…I'm excited…
He zapped my ass.
He continues to move the dildo,
never letting up.
He's cross wiring the pain
with the building orgasm.
He keeps masturbating me,
and zaps my other ass cheek.
It's buring gin…
But the burn is momentary.
He slams the dildo into me,
and then zaps my labia.
The dildo is still…inside of me.
The other dildo fills my mouth.
The room plunges into complete darkness….
it's a basement, so it is pitch black!
He whispers in my ear,
"Be still, I will be back, fiona."
My brain short circuits and
my body is on fire with