You know the signs. Those signs you get – early ones – that you’re starting with a cold. The symptoms start very gently – then – bang – it is a snot and cough fest.
I wasn’t going to just sit there and take it, so I instantly began dosing myself up, to fight the bloody thing from the outset and send it packing as soon as physically possible. You name it – I was probably taking it – well, not quite, but you know what I mean.
It was time for another retro pic post on my Twitter page, and on this occasion, it just happened to be from a session when I’d been in a new French Maid outfit – a session in which I had locked myself in a clear chastity device, and had pulled out the dildo and the camera phone, stuck the former to the bathroom tiles, laid the camera screen facing up on the bath edge, straddled it, and filmed around half an hour of taking it – all – up and down, in and out, deep and shallow.
The stimuli of the ‘cock in ass’ imagery ignited an inextinguishable spark and when an opportunity presented itself home alone, I contemplated how kink could be explored in the available time.
Dressed in a t-shirt and jogging bottoms, the 6″ dildo was strategically extracted, lubed up and inserted, firstly on the closed toilet seat to ride, then quickly, doggy, on the tiles, as before, echoing the archive pic.
Again, the camera filmed but in stark contrast to the imagery that set the spark – no lingerie, no hosiery, no chastity, driven solely by the need to feel penetration.
After around ten minutes of arguable prostate stimulation, the urge to cum was too powerful and, as the camera filmed from below, I obscured the shot by cupping a hand under my cock as I brought myself off by hand. I came long and hard, jets of thick, creamy, pent up semen powering out in bursts, flooding a cupped palm but with fingers not tightly together, allowing some to drip through to pool on to the edge of the bath as I straddled it with the dildo still firmly embedded deep within me.
Though enjoyable to one extent, post euphoria of orgasm, I then couldn’t seem to get off the dildo quickly enough but with the need to take care, made a steady withdrawal before cleaning up, returning the dildo to safe storage and carrying on with the chores of the day as if nothing had happened.
There was a sense of relief at eventually completing the clear up but also an acknowledgement of the reasons why full time subs are kept locked up. They can’t reach that same exact point of orgasm and can only, if permitted, be ruined which does not have the same effect that hand relief does.
For me, and this has long been the case, I can be without orgasm for a long time, for whatever reason and be quite OK with that. It keeps my submissive levels and interest and eagerness for all things kink at its highest and usually ever heightening for longer.
Orgasm can lead to the complete opposite – disinterest for any given period of time. Interestingly though, this time around, the period of disinterest was much shorter and this is a pattern I’ve noticed of late.
Of equal interest is that when in my own period of solo play, I can feel that abject level of disinterest instantly but when I’ve been, say, at the salon, where orgasm is usually the end product after a long period of submissive sex of some sort, I remain submissive and fully immersed and interested in my kinks. Satisfactorily used it seems.
There is one other thing to add. After my early week self indulgence, and having been feeling under the weather, I took a lateral flow test which gave a positive result.
I’m sure that you agree with me that, when you’re ill, you go into 100% self preservation mode, concentrating on getting better and having been taking plenty of meds, there has been a rapid improvement of conditions day by day and, again, the mindset has turned back to kinks, Twitter and blog updates.
There is, however, just one fact remaining – a way to stop – or at the very least, delay all of my indulgences from taking hold – come to think about it.