Early morning strap-on fun
This morning, Arecee fucked me with her big purple strap-on. I believe this is our first ever early before work strap-on action.
So last night when we went to bed, laying there in the dark (again, in the bed... she's not putting me in the cage lately), Ar was lamenting not getting to fuck me again with the strapon. Too much time consumed with work, and then work on Kinkfest. Kinda sad and ironic how work, and work on a kink event, gets in the way of actually having kinky fun! Since Wednesday night is the munch, it probably would have to wait until Thursday. I mentioned we could try for the morning, before she goes to work. Not expecting a yes, I was pleasantly surprised when she said to make sure I clean myself out (enema) when getting up to stay awake a while longer. (if I'm not sleepy and she's allowed me in the bed, she expects me to stay with her until she's asleep... then I can get up and do whatever I want).
So I did the enema, trying to keep the running water and everything else quiet, and did some more work on the computer for a couple hours, and joined her in bed again. Probably was just after midnight.
I heard her get up. Not sure if the alarm went off once or not, but I recall hearing her shut if off, and not just after the beeping. I was only half awake. She went into the bathroom, and then I started to wonder if she was really going to do me. Heard sounds from the bathroom, some of the usual routine, some others, but I couldn't tell for sure. Also, not quite fully awake, but gradually getting more alert. Normally she hates having to interact with me if I'm not already awake, and I wondered if she'd just abandon this whole idea if I wasn't visibly awake.
Sure enough, I heard sounds that definitely sounded like her harness. Then I wondered, is that really what it sounds like? It was rather faint sounds, coming from the next room. She came in, stood there a moment, and then quickly pulled the covers off me. Ok, she was going to do me! Yay.
She welcomed me good morning, and then commanded me to get down there. At first I thought she might mean to get on the floor, in position to take it in my mouth. But then she was pointing and it was obvious she wanted me on my back, on the edge of the bed, for our usual anal fucking position.
She gave me a dab of lube, and then another, right on the hole. The cold, wet feeling is always a bit of a shock, but this time it was early, and I'd slept only 4 and a half, maybe 5 hours, and the cold shock seemed more intense, and sorta surreal, as things sometimes do when groggy. She must have put lube on the dildo too, which usually seems to take quite a while, in those moments when I'm waiting, anticipating its big round head to initially touch and start pressing. But this time I have no memory of that. Funny, isn't it? But I sure do remember it starting to press! She went slow, and this time it went in surprisingly easy. Well, in particular, I didn't believe the head was fully inserted and there was still more stretching to come, but it had entered and from there it was all just pushing more in deeper, which is also a challenge at first, though not as hard as letting the head in. Even now, I'm not sure if I really was loosened up a bit more, or if I just wasn't quite as conscious in that first part.
But then the thrusting started, and the last remaining sleepiness wore away pretty quickly. I must have been moaning, even screaming occasionally, like I always do. But somehow, the morning seems like such a quiet time. I think the room was still darker. Normally Arecee turns on pretty much every light in the house at night and it's always quite bright, and I go around for a minute turning them all off. But this morning, I think it was just the light from the bathroom. Well, maybe the light on the dresser too? Morning, yet dimmer, darker than strapon fucking at night like we usually do.
The other odd thing, well, other than getting relentlessly pounded anally with a huge purple dildo, which doesn't seem so odd anymore, was this odd feeling of physical tiredness. I was just still tired, physically, from just having woken up. Not sure if that really translated into moving, moaning, screaming, grabbing her arms, flailing around, and all the physical movements being any different, or it if just felt different. Only Ar could really comment, I suppose, on how I actually reacted. But it felt different. A subtle difference, not the sort of "oh so amazingly hot" type difference, but a minor feeling of being used, being subjected. Maybe even objectified. I was a sex object, to some degree, forced to take this. Well, only to a degree, but still, a very interesting little twist. We talked about this afterward, maybe exploring it, trying more objectification. Maybe. Could be fun, if she decides to take me there?
It seems like she's been thrusting me for longer times recently. Still, I'm nowhere near getting sore, but it's noticeably more vigorous thrusting, kept up for a longer period of time. Also, she's doing more of the long thrusts... the ones where it pulls all the way out, just about to fall, and then she rams it all the way in, going oh so deep! She played with that more this time, and even had it fall off several times. She's getting a little rougher when that happens. She grabs the big heavy dildo, gets it aimed at my sphincter, and then rams it all in. Oh, I can't tell you how that makes me jump, when it's been completely out of me for a few seconds, and then all gets shoved right back in! After the first couple, when she'd take just a little to far and it'd fall, I'd get that little moment of fear, anticipation, maybe holding my breath for a second, maybe meekly saying "oh no". I just can't help it, knowing she gonna ram it all back in. She seems to really like that little moment! Ok, maybe I do too?
Anyway, eventually she was done thrusting me. She unbuckled the harness and dropped it to the floor (well, onto the towel she put down... and thinking of that, the harness and dildo are still laying there, better go get them cleaned up after I get this posted). She pushed me a bit on the bed, then get on the bed and came around to pull me up farther, keeping the other towel under me the whole time. We lay together, talked a bit. Wasn't long until she needed to get up to shower and get ready for work. I lay there a little while, but wasn't able to sleep anymore. Wonder why!
Whew, this turned out to be a pretty long entry about just a single strapon fucking. But it was something a bit new, different in slight, subtle ways. And also, more importantly than anything else, worked into Ar's incredibly overloaded schedule!
She's also been really busy at work, with some major deadlines looming in a couple weeks. Today we chatted on the phone about maybe taking an impulsive little vacation when things setting down, probably next month. We sure could use it. But at least, even with so little time, we're finding creative ways to get some nasty plan in. Feels so good to know we can.
So last night when we went to bed, laying there in the dark (again, in the bed... she's not putting me in the cage lately), Ar was lamenting not getting to fuck me again with the strapon. Too much time consumed with work, and then work on Kinkfest. Kinda sad and ironic how work, and work on a kink event, gets in the way of actually having kinky fun! Since Wednesday night is the munch, it probably would have to wait until Thursday. I mentioned we could try for the morning, before she goes to work. Not expecting a yes, I was pleasantly surprised when she said to make sure I clean myself out (enema) when getting up to stay awake a while longer. (if I'm not sleepy and she's allowed me in the bed, she expects me to stay with her until she's asleep... then I can get up and do whatever I want).
So I did the enema, trying to keep the running water and everything else quiet, and did some more work on the computer for a couple hours, and joined her in bed again. Probably was just after midnight.
I heard her get up. Not sure if the alarm went off once or not, but I recall hearing her shut if off, and not just after the beeping. I was only half awake. She went into the bathroom, and then I started to wonder if she was really going to do me. Heard sounds from the bathroom, some of the usual routine, some others, but I couldn't tell for sure. Also, not quite fully awake, but gradually getting more alert. Normally she hates having to interact with me if I'm not already awake, and I wondered if she'd just abandon this whole idea if I wasn't visibly awake.
Sure enough, I heard sounds that definitely sounded like her harness. Then I wondered, is that really what it sounds like? It was rather faint sounds, coming from the next room. She came in, stood there a moment, and then quickly pulled the covers off me. Ok, she was going to do me! Yay.
She welcomed me good morning, and then commanded me to get down there. At first I thought she might mean to get on the floor, in position to take it in my mouth. But then she was pointing and it was obvious she wanted me on my back, on the edge of the bed, for our usual anal fucking position.
She gave me a dab of lube, and then another, right on the hole. The cold, wet feeling is always a bit of a shock, but this time it was early, and I'd slept only 4 and a half, maybe 5 hours, and the cold shock seemed more intense, and sorta surreal, as things sometimes do when groggy. She must have put lube on the dildo too, which usually seems to take quite a while, in those moments when I'm waiting, anticipating its big round head to initially touch and start pressing. But this time I have no memory of that. Funny, isn't it? But I sure do remember it starting to press! She went slow, and this time it went in surprisingly easy. Well, in particular, I didn't believe the head was fully inserted and there was still more stretching to come, but it had entered and from there it was all just pushing more in deeper, which is also a challenge at first, though not as hard as letting the head in. Even now, I'm not sure if I really was loosened up a bit more, or if I just wasn't quite as conscious in that first part.
But then the thrusting started, and the last remaining sleepiness wore away pretty quickly. I must have been moaning, even screaming occasionally, like I always do. But somehow, the morning seems like such a quiet time. I think the room was still darker. Normally Arecee turns on pretty much every light in the house at night and it's always quite bright, and I go around for a minute turning them all off. But this morning, I think it was just the light from the bathroom. Well, maybe the light on the dresser too? Morning, yet dimmer, darker than strapon fucking at night like we usually do.
The other odd thing, well, other than getting relentlessly pounded anally with a huge purple dildo, which doesn't seem so odd anymore, was this odd feeling of physical tiredness. I was just still tired, physically, from just having woken up. Not sure if that really translated into moving, moaning, screaming, grabbing her arms, flailing around, and all the physical movements being any different, or it if just felt different. Only Ar could really comment, I suppose, on how I actually reacted. But it felt different. A subtle difference, not the sort of "oh so amazingly hot" type difference, but a minor feeling of being used, being subjected. Maybe even objectified. I was a sex object, to some degree, forced to take this. Well, only to a degree, but still, a very interesting little twist. We talked about this afterward, maybe exploring it, trying more objectification. Maybe. Could be fun, if she decides to take me there?
It seems like she's been thrusting me for longer times recently. Still, I'm nowhere near getting sore, but it's noticeably more vigorous thrusting, kept up for a longer period of time. Also, she's doing more of the long thrusts... the ones where it pulls all the way out, just about to fall, and then she rams it all the way in, going oh so deep! She played with that more this time, and even had it fall off several times. She's getting a little rougher when that happens. She grabs the big heavy dildo, gets it aimed at my sphincter, and then rams it all in. Oh, I can't tell you how that makes me jump, when it's been completely out of me for a few seconds, and then all gets shoved right back in! After the first couple, when she'd take just a little to far and it'd fall, I'd get that little moment of fear, anticipation, maybe holding my breath for a second, maybe meekly saying "oh no". I just can't help it, knowing she gonna ram it all back in. She seems to really like that little moment! Ok, maybe I do too?
Anyway, eventually she was done thrusting me. She unbuckled the harness and dropped it to the floor (well, onto the towel she put down... and thinking of that, the harness and dildo are still laying there, better go get them cleaned up after I get this posted). She pushed me a bit on the bed, then get on the bed and came around to pull me up farther, keeping the other towel under me the whole time. We lay together, talked a bit. Wasn't long until she needed to get up to shower and get ready for work. I lay there a little while, but wasn't able to sleep anymore. Wonder why!
Whew, this turned out to be a pretty long entry about just a single strapon fucking. But it was something a bit new, different in slight, subtle ways. And also, more importantly than anything else, worked into Ar's incredibly overloaded schedule!
She's also been really busy at work, with some major deadlines looming in a couple weeks. Today we chatted on the phone about maybe taking an impulsive little vacation when things setting down, probably next month. We sure could use it. But at least, even with so little time, we're finding creative ways to get some nasty plan in. Feels so good to know we can.