Another day, another dildo

I must admit to a small amount of embarrassment at how brazenly I am manipulating my stats with the deliberately provocative titles I have been assigning to my masturbation posts. Previously, I've observed that the choice of title can affect how many people wander over here to read. But let's say I had not called last Saturday's post Dildo play - on his orders. What if I had called it simply "New assignment." Traffic would have been half.

Now I don't feel too guilty, because I am delivering on the promise of the titles. In some way, the titles are a flirtation, or a clingy, low-cut blouse worn without a bra. You want more of what for now you have been given only a glimpse. And I give it to you. I rip open the buttons, gather my tits up in my hands, and thrust them towards you..

So yes, I did masturbate again today, as well as last night before bed. I've switched to the vibrator. Except that it is currently not vibrating. The battery died, poor thing. No problem, though, because I'm using it for its likeness to a phallus, not for its stimulative talents.

It's not as brutal a penis as is the purple dildo. That one is more like a battering ram. Large and fat and... well, you guys who are so hung up on being well hung, huge is not always an advantage. It can be uncomfortable. I have to be really well greased to enjoy it. The vibrator, however, which you can see in the bottom picture of the right-hand column, is more slender, shapely, tapered, with a nice little bulb on the end. Not meant to emulate a cock so closely, but close enough. And absolutely delicious when inserted.

It was after 6 pm and cold when I finally slipped into my bed and got down to business. It was too cold to take off my clothes, so I stripped off only my jeans and my plain, white cotton panties. This was good in a way, because it focused attention on the body part that was being exercised. I tried to think of something new to entertain my eventual voyeurs, and ended up raising my bent legs and from there plunging in the lovely blue bit of erotic engineering.

Oh my... how could I have forgotten what that position would yield... Delicious... I don't know if it was hitting my G-spot or the end of the passageway but... oh my...

I had been in an unfortunate mood about this session. I was sick of masturbating. I was sick of scheduling sessions throughout the day. I was sick of my pussy being sore, although the switch to the vibrator was lessening that problem. So I figured I'd just do what I had to do, then pull on my clothes and be on my way. I had no urge to cum.

No urge to cum until I impaled myself with the beautiful blue vibrator while my legs were raised.

Then things started to happen inside... I felt my face change... if my voyeurs had been there, they would have seen my face change and known what was happening, although Daddy would have expected me to describe quite precisely and most erotically what was going on.

There was no way I couldn't cum.
I was desperate to cum
I wished I had replaced the vibrator batteries.
I kept rubbing the tip of the vibrator against my clit,
willing it to vibrate.
For some reason, I didn't want to use my fingers.
That would have been a dependable method.
It always is.
but I wanted the vibrator to get me off.

Eventually,
even without the batteries,
it did.

[she pounds out that finally period, and sighs. it was a lovely orgasm.]

There could be worse assignments, no?