Scared

If he pushes his finger down onto the charge button I know I'll be sick, onto the bed. All over myself. I can feel him behind me. I can hear him breathing. I can almost feel his stare. A straight long gaze at my puckered and twitching hole, pinched sorely either side by the sharp metal tips of the prod. I am touching my cunt feverishly. I am panicking and breathing hard.

We spent a while kissing. Him stroking my skin and my breasts, his finger tips tracing pleasure onto the creamy flesh. It felt so good. He tells me what a good girl I am, what a wanton slut I am, how being aroused, afraid and needing his hands is a look that suits my face. It's a pep talk, we both know how afraid I am. He makes me get on my knees and he tells me to start touching myself. I'm soaked already and I'm trying to excite myself as much as I can.

My allotted free time runs out. Ding ding ding. He gave me eight minutes to start. He promised he would not zap me in this time. Any time I need after he may or may not. I'm curled into a ball hyperventilating and crying. I can barely see or breath and I'm throbbing and I'm soaked.

He calmly tells me to get back into position. I'm struggling hard. He repeats his orders. I end up doing as I'm told. The expandable plug is inside my cunt. It's dilated to it's capacity. It makes my hips ache but it feels divine. He gently toys at my little hole with his finger tips before placing the prod back there and jamming the metal tips back into their sore position. I'm crying now and touching and I'm so close. Balancing on the edge of an orgasm but too scared to come. Too scared not to come.

My body convulses and curls up. I moan and shake and I can hear him breathing hard behind me, elated by his power and control and my compliance. My head is rolling and my heart is racketing around in my bare chest. He keeps telling me how good I've been as the dust of the experience settles. I am aroused and full of adrenaline. I look at him and ask whether I'm allowed to pleasure him now.