First Time Fisting – Yes, Sir by GeekyTemptress

first time fistingToday’s guest post is a wonderful piece on first time fisting from the lovely Geeky Temptress, you can find her on twitter.

Yes, Sir.

A Story about First Time Fisting

At the point he finally lets me come I’ve actually lost count to the number of times he’s brought me to the edge and then robbed me of the sweet release of an orgasm. I do know this has been going on for nearly an hour and that I could scream with frustration, but my fucking God please please don’t let him stop.

A few months ago I very pointedly asked my wonderful lover if he wouldn’t mind choking me during sex. If he would like to become more dominating, and if he could push harder – he’ll basically indulge me in any whim, as I do for him, so he said yes.

We’ve been together over a year now, and whilst not wanting to sound too mushy, this relationship has been the best one I’ve had for broadening my sexual horizons. Not so much for introducing me to all new things, but for finally letting me act out all the perverse things that live in the horny making corner of my mind.

One of these things is to be utterly dominated.

It’s a funny thing when you talk to someone about BDSM, they immediately assume it’s for him and not for you. But actually it’s for both of us – and we’re starting out nice and slow.

We lay there the other morning, snoozing and as I began to wake up I felt that tingle between my legs. The one that tells me I need to come but he has to have control of it. I start to rub myself gently up against him, and I notice he’s awake too. He’s knows exactly what I’m after and orders me to get on my knees.

I roll over and do as I’m told, face against the bed, on my knees, my lovely naked arse in the air.

He starts by doing this new thing he’s invented to tease me, rubbing me with his thumb and purposely missing my clit so I wiggle to try and move him towards it. This only means he’ll make me wait longer. He puts a firm hand on my back and pushes down, restricting how much I can move before he starts to invade me with his fingers. This goes on for some time and I can feel my need to come building along with my frustration, but I love this delicious torment.

He reaches for the baby oil from next to the bed and I giggle as he lets it fall on me, cold. He needs that not because I’m not wet, but because he’s going to force his whole hand inside me. He’s not gentle, the more of himself he pushes inside me the more I stretch and begin to hurt, but it’s a pain you soon get used to, and it comes second to the growing feeling that I’m about to burst.

He has his whole hand almost inside me when I know I can’t take much more, the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure, I push myself down onto him to force more of him inside me. My tight little cunt has been abused so thoroughly that I will ache tomorrow, but now I get my reward. I’ve been a good girl, and now I’m allowed to have my reward.

With as much of his hand inside of me as we can manage today, he changes his movements to focus on inflicting as much pleasure on me now as he can. I shout out “please, don’t fucking stop” the pressure behind in my clit makes me feel like every inch of me is on fire, please sir, don’t stop, let me come. It builds and builds until finally the dam breaks, and I come loudly and messily, my throat aching from guttural animalistic noise I make when I can finally let go.

He gently taps as my arse and says “good girl” as I collapse into the bed.

Feeling emptier, and lighter.

And I haven’t even told you about the glass dildo yet….

 

 

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