Objectified Play

I hand him the giant purple dinosaur dildo.

He puts it on the bed beside him and tells me to sit on top of it.

Oh, God, it seems so naughty, so slutty to sit
on a gigantic dildo that he's holding the base of
and watching me intently while I do so.

There's something so much more objectifying about
sitting on it instead of laying on my back while it's inserted.
I don't know why, but it's heady to me.

"Put your hands on the headboard, fiona."
I do and he masturbates me with the dildo.

He stops right as I'm getting close.  AAAAHHHHH!
"Don't say a word, and don't more, fi.  
I need to make a phone call"

Oh my fuckinggod, is he fuckingserious?
We're kind of in THE MIDDLE!

I kneel there with a gigantic dildo in my pussy
and he reaches over to the bedside table and calls a friend.
He has a conversation...NOT A FUCKINGSHORT ONE EITHER!

He talks and watches me.
He talks and reaches to my pussy.
He talks and fingers my clit.
He talks and punches up on the dildo forcing it deep in my pussy.
He talks and I try to stay quit silent.

As soon as he's done chatting, he hangs up the phone,
rolls me over - with the dildo still inside and
thrusts his hips, shoving the dildo deep, deep inside.

He talks to me about what a good girl I have been.
I tell him it was so objectifying to kneel there while he was on the phone
He tells me that he knows and that he knows I like it!
and with that...

I shatter.

He rips the dildo out of me and fucks me.
He commands me to open my eyes and look at him
and what I see, is the power, the command,
the love of the man who shatters because of me too.