Dildo play - on his orders

In the next 48 hours I want you to re-acquaint yourself with any dildos you may have in your possession. I want an orgasm from one before, let's say.... aw hell, let's make it a challenge, Monday COB.

The order arrived last night, just after I had abandoned my post in front of my MacBook Pro in its purple plastic case. So there it was, waiting for me this morning. I knew immediately the message had something to do with serving Daddy's friend.

Of course, being me, I had a lot of questions. Some were a result of my natural curiosity, while others came from my desire to clarify terms, and then to get things exactly right. I reminded him that I had both one dildo and one vibrator. Was he specifying the inanimate dildo only?

Either or both, and I want you constantly working with them throughout the weekend when you have a chance. And reporting, naturally.

This unleashed more questions on my part:

My orgasm will still probably be clitoral, Daddy, unless that is forbidden, as I have almost never cum purely from the actions of a cock inside me. Almost never as in maybe 3 times if that? Is that important, Sir? With a vibrator at least I can position it so it is stimulating the clit while fucking me. Is this in preparation for my new boyfriend? Is it important to his pleasure that he fuck me into cumming? I do want to give him - and by extension you - what he wants.

To which he offered his usual, rationed response:

So many questions (as per usual).

Whatever you can accomplish is fine. Yes, this is related to your playmate. No it is not going to be required that you cum while being fucked (if indeed fucking is what he wants at the moment) but using those implements on yourself probably will be. That's right, my pet. You, naked and spread wide, all eyes upon you, working yourself with tools like a pot of hot candy, perhaps being licked, tickled, pinched, spanked and otherwise manipulated while you do.

So now that I think more on it, make sure you incorporate the large dildo into your regimen this weekend, if only for the sake of stagecraft.

I mentioned that I have a little butt plug. Should I practice with that, too? Yup, he wanted that, too. And a couple of hours later came the final instruction for the day: if I was able to practice before late this afternoon (meaning if the electrician who seemed in permanent residence was done by then), I should call his voice mail once the chosen item had been inserted.

Which I did.

By 4:45 the electrician was gone and I was naked, my nipples hard and shining from the cold and the monstrous purple dildo, encased in a condom and coated with AstroGlide, plunged deep into the embrace of my tight, moist pussy. I put my Blackberry on speaker phone and positioned it on the pillow next to me, gave the giant purple dildo a few good, hard shoves to get it properly rooted in my cunt, and then called the fiend's phone.

Fucking myself for him, for them, on top of calling his phone and hearing his voice in the outgoing message, immediately put me in that place. I was transformed. My own voice changed, as it always does for him without any deliberate effort. My voice changed and my face changed and I was in another dimension as I forced that horribly big purple piston past the guardian gate that keeps my pussy so tight. Slowly, I pumped the phony phallus in and out and described my actions and described my feelings until a buzz signaled that my time was up.

In fact, my time was just beginning. Here is what happened, as I e-mailed him when I regained my strength and awareness.

I came, Daddy!
Just from fucking myself with the monster purple dildo!

I really surprised myself, Daddy I didn't expect that to happen without my paying attention to my clitoris. And it didn't even take that long. It happened around 5 o'clock, so not that long after I called you. (I hope you could hear my words OK, Daddy. I put the phone on speaker and then put it up on a pillow not far from my head. Did that work?)

After I hung up, I fucked myself a little more and then changed position so I could see my pussy in the mirrored closet doors, and watch the purple monster moving in and out. I think you both will find the view quite enjoyable, Daddy. I moved the giant thing around a bit, to get different views, and then went back into my regular spot on the bed and focused on impaling myself. First I went slowly, and then started going faster and faster and suddenly I felt everything start to build, Daddy, and started wondering if I could possibly be working towards an orgasm and then suddenly there it was!

If I feel myself cumming again, as I continue to practice, am I allowed to let the orgasm happen, Daddy?

Thank you, Daddy.

Oh, and I really did concentrate on the exercise as being for you, for the enjoyment of those watching me, with my own enjoyment only tangential as it would increase your own pleasure.

To which, a few hours later and mere minutes ago, he replied:

Your last sentence probably explains why you were able to cum, as well as why it sort of snuck up on you.

Not only do you have my permission, but I encourage you to climax as many times as you can, but no pressure. You have already fulfilled my requirement.

I am a very happy little girl, knowing that I have performed well.