“Take a picture, Daddy.”
I mumbled the words from a post-orgasmic fog. My body was simultaneously boneless and sore. Muscles ached. My cunt still buzzed from the Magic Wand. Tremors shuddered through my torso every few seconds. But damn it, I wanted to commemorate the event, share it, celebrate it.
For a solid week, we’d gotten closer to our old D/s selves. I asked permission before eating certain foods. He looked over a progress chart I’d made to track water consumption and workouts. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good. We were each getting what we needed from the Dominance and submission side of things (because we’re always Daddy and babygirl these days).
And I’d earned a reward. My week was filled with stickers marking my progress, and at the end of seven days I’d earned a Hello Kitty sticker in my chart and a kinky fuckery prize. He’d given me choices – a bare handed spanking, his tongue on my clit, or the hitachi and bondage. When I couldn’t decide (because really, they all sounded wonderful), he let Twitter choose. You chose well, Twitter. You really, really did.
Each ankle was tied to a corner of the bed. The blue was so vibrant it hurt my eyes, and yet I couldn’t stop staring. We moved the pillows so they were comfortably behind my head. I nestled into the towel under my hips. He turned on the wand, testing it and the attachment that lets him better control the settings (instead of just two settings: low and holy-fucking-shit). The sound inspires a Pavlovian response – I’m immediately wet and also nervous. Can I handle it? Will it feel as good as I remember?
“You ready, babygirl?” I squeaked out some response in the affirmative. “How many orgasms do you think you’ll have tonight? Want to break the record?”
My record for orgasms is 13. Back in the day when our main sexual contact was masturbation over the phone, he guided me to a baker’s dozen one morning before the sun came up. I hadn’t thought about that morning in a long time, but it rushed back and with it excitement and trepidation. Can I? Will I? Aw, fuck it, let’s find out.
He was gentle with me. Coaxing out the pleasure with a gentle rolling of the wand’s wide head over my vulva before settling on my clitoris. I always expect him to ram it against my body. Even though he almost never does. He was much more patient about it. Maybe because we realized it was a long way to (possibly) 14 orgasms.
As always once the first one finally arrived, the second, third, and even fourth rolled through in waves. Warm fluid squirted from between my thighs. Not the hitachi-drowning amount of a bygone time, but enough. The next few rolled up my inner thighs and met at the juncture of my cunt, sending shockwaves through me.
In my multi-orgasmic experience (since it’s the only one I know), there comes a point when I could stop and it would be okay. My body is spent, and I’ve received pleasure I can’t even describe. But I don’t. I want more wrung from my body, even though from that point on, each climax requires more force and pressure. Bring it on.
Gone was gentle rolling of the vibrating head. It was all about the right angle against my clit and the amount of pressure applied. Each orgasm was a screaming one, ripped out with such force, I imagined it hitting the wall with a sticky splat. My legs were tied open, but I had enough give that I could close my thighs.
The last orgasm required a hand over my mouth to muffle some of the noise. I sat straight up, thighs still clamped over the hitachi, pulling the vibrations closer to my poor exhausted cunt. My ankles strained at the rope. My eyes were open, but I saw nothing. I can’t take it. I can’t take it. Ican’ttakeit!
“No more!” Did I shriek and scream or was it only in my head? I don’t know.
“Okay, babygirl. It’s okay. Just breathe.” I always feel like he’s gentling a wild animal in these moments. Maybe he is. “Are you okay?”
That’s when I mumbled my request for photographic proof. My reward for a week well done now felt like a battle I’d won. A battle I’d fight any day, happily. Later, we’d joke and giggle, marveling at the rope marks on my ankles. Right then, I only had one other thing on my mind…
“When can I earn another reward, Daddy?”
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I’m so glad we had that kinky fuckery because the rest of the week was dry and sexless. Not only did we not have time for it, we had no desire or energy. But don’t worry, I’ve continued to earn rewards and stickers. I cannot wait to find out what the next “reward” is. If this wasn’t enough to satisfy your taste for smut, you know what to do…
I watched Mrs. SW have many similar organisms using the wand. I think I once made a similar picture except the camera angle was from the feet. Good post. SS
We have those pictures too! 🙂
It certainly was fun giving you your reward, and I do believe you have one coming/cumming to you tonight. Maybe next time I should take some video. 😉
Oh lord, I’m not sure the world could handle a video of that.
What a fun reward! Thanks for sharing it with us.
It WAS a fun reward. And you are so welcome!
Im really intrigued into your reward chart and certain things you have to ask permission for. Im also learning how normal life can get in the way of our kinky life, and wondered if by doing these charts, its something i could do, then once Master is home at the weekend, he can check it over. I love the idea you had to ask twitter to choose your reward. Im just wondering if you could share a bit more about your reward chart, and what things are in it. I think this could be achieved even in a Master/slave dynamic. Could you possibly post a photo of your chart, if your Daddy doesnt mind. We did use a chore chart, had a great app, so as I did each chore, I ticked it off, and he could check on his phone. So he knew what i had done every day. But unfortunately the app changed and this particular thing we liked had stopped. He has never found another app to use instead. Surprisingly, i quickly returned to doing the cleaning when i could be bothered, instead of weekly, i really need to get back into it again.
This reward chart could work well for me.
Im really pleased you got a great reward, and it certainly sounds like one. I love the magic wand, you do really feel your body buzzing way after its turned off. But do you have a misbehaviour chart too ? These must have to work on pure honesty too.
My chart is really simple because it tracks my water consumption, workouts, and overall “healthy eating” for the day. We use a gold star method to track each day. The chart looks like/is a calendar (I’m using a notebook – purple and glittery – but printing out blank calendars would work). Each day that I workout, I get a small star sticker. I keep track of my water through the day, and if I drink the minimum JB set and eat healthy, I get a big star for the day. At the end of the week, he looks for 5 little stars (indicating I worked out 5 times) and 7 big stars (to show I drank my water and ate right every day). If he sees that, I get my special sticker and my kinky fuckery reward. Ultimately, you just need a method of tracking. Another way would be to use an app like Trello which gives you a digital option and your partner could look at any day, not just when he gets home (if that’s available to him). Hope that helps!
I don’t have a misbehavior chart for two reasons – I work very hard at not breaking rules and two, when I do, he deals with it almost immediately. But I also don’t have a lot of rules or tasks to follow, so it’s much easier to not break them. 🙂
I know you did your damnedest to earn such an excellent reward. I can’t wait to read about what you earn next. XoXo
Oh yes I did! I was the one to suggest kinky fuckery as a good (and no cost) reward. As usual, he took the idea and ran with it. 😉
I miss so many things not being in a D/s relationship right now. Being tortured with the wand certainly ranks up there among the top. I know it will happen again one day.
Really enjoy your posts. 🙂
I hope it will happen for you soon. ((HUGS))
And thanks. 🙂
Personally, I like that “holy-fucking-shit” setting on the Hitachi. Of course, I’m not the one on the receiving end… I really enjoyed the look at your dynamic, as well as the picture from between your legs… Great show!
I think JB likes that setting best, too. 🙂
And thank you!