I’m finally ready to reveal the best sex present EVER. Are you ready? Are you sure? Really?
Late Christmas night, when we were sure the boys were in bed and sleeping, he handed me a big, brightly wrapped box. I’d wondered if he’d gotten me a wand, but the box was so big, I was sure I was wrong.
But. I. Wasn’t!
The wand itself has two settings – Insane and Fucking Insane. But my sadistic Daddy also got a speed control attachment that means he can control the speed and from several feet away if he wants. I foresee many rope harnesses and clit tortures in my future.
He started slow with me. Shorts and panties on, lowest speed. I couldn’t have asked for permission to cum if I’d tried. The moment the wand touched my clit, even through two layers of clothes, I climaxed. Daddy told me later that he watched the wet spot double in size each time I came. Eventually, he pulled off my clothes and tucked a towel (folded four times) under my ass.
That’s when the fun began.
Daddy moved the wand over every millimeter of my mound. I lost count of my orgasms. My hands clamped over my mouth in a vain effort to stifle my cries. He played with the speed settings.
When he ramped up the speed, I became a crying mess. My legs clamped together of their own volition. I clawed at his arm and leg, begging him to stop.
I didn’t really want him to stop, but the sensations in my clit were too intense. I needed to scream and couldn’t – not at the volume that would have made the orgasms almost bearable. I think there may be a ball gag in my future.
We’ve only played a little with the wand, but I have no doubt Daddy has plans for me and our new toy. The wand is officially the best present EVER!