Feeling the strap-on again

I have to offer up the obligatory "I'm sorry for not posting in a few days but I was busy with other stuff" disclaimer because, well, I've been rather busy since Miss H finally made it back home late last week. It felt really good to be back in her arms and under her feet. The long, stressful ordeal of her presentation/business trip was over but she was clearly exhausted so the first few days of her return were spent in chill mode, just relaxing and getting back into the swing of things. We were busy most of the weekend with other things so it wasn't really until last night that we really had any alone time for the two of us together.

It was short but very sweet, I was dressed in one of my favorite outfits, my silver club dress and white lingerie with matching white platforms. Miss H was wearing a pair of almost sheer mesh panties and a cute little top. We spent a good portion of the time just kind of hanging out together and enjoying each others company, the occasional hand-job to tease me and keep me constantly leaking pre-cum.

The teasing like that went on for a while until I rather presumptively blurted out, "Mistress, can we please use the strap-on?". She smiled and ordered me off to retrieve it for her. It wasn't long before I was laying on my back on the bed with Miss H standing before me, her huge pink dildo waving menacingly in the air in front of her.

She strapped it on and walked to the side of the bed. She just stood there with it pointing at me. She didn't have to say anything, I knew exactly what she wanted me to do. I quickly dropped to my knees on the floor and took the rubber cock into my mouth. Normally she's somewhat gentle with the oral because I have a bit of a gag reflex so she refrains from the rougher stuff. Last night though she was for the first time rather rough. Not quite full on Max Hardcore kind of brutal but a bit departure from what I've become accustomed to.

Truthfully though I really loved it. It wasn't easy trying to accommodate that big dick in my mouth but it was awesome trying. If being made to suck a dildo is a humiliating way to make someone feel submissive and sissy like, then being rudely face fucked is that much worse.There's a reason so many men enjoy watching rough porn like Max does, because it completely degrades the other person and turns them into an object. While a part of me feels bad that they have to endure it, I totally got off on it being done to me. The objectification of it had me dripping and moaning like a whore in heat. I'm not sure what that says about me as a person, but regardless, I was enjoying myself ;)

She then made me put a condom on her strapon before once again making me suck it, every once in a while removing it from my mouth so she could slap me across the face with it. Soon after she ordered me up onto the bed again and to lay down on my back. Personally I prefer when she lays down and I ride on top of her because the angle of the dildo seems to hit just the right spot, allowing me to cum without any penis stimulation at all. While it does feel good, it's not a full orgasm, just a pleasurable sensation then a huge load of cum just sort of falls out of me. No arching, forceful spurts, just a flow like water spilling out of a full cup. When we do doggy style or missionary it still feels good but I've never been able to cum like I can when I'm on top.

Miss H wasn't in the mood for that position and I was just happy to feel her thick strapon again so I quickly complied. My legs were high and wide in the air as she positioned herself in front of me. Using some Wet Platinum she lubed up the big dildo and my ass before placing the tip of the cock against me. It had been some time since I've been fucked like this but her dildo still easily slid inside me. The feeling of every inch of that cock sliding in me and filling me up had me instantly turned on and begging for more.  Usually Miss H sits on her knees and while holding my legs apart fucks me at a nice steady pace. This time, much like the oral, she seemed in a much more aggressive mood. She leaned down on top of me so we were almost face to face. My legs eagerly wrapped around her back trying to pull her deeper inside of me.  She soon was pounding in to me much harder and faster, my hips bucking up to meet her every thrust. It didn't take but a another minute or two of this and I felt a sudden tingle at the base of Miss H's cock and then a wetness as a huge load of cum poured out across my stomach

Mistress straightened up enough to allow me to lick of what cum had gotten onto her stomach and then get out of the stockings and dress, both of which were now soaked in cum. At first I thought Miss H was being nice because she felt bad I would have to sleep in wet, cum covered clothes. Then I realized she didn't care about that, she just didn't want me to mess up the sheets. 

This is what I woke up to this morning. Cum covered clothes, a half empty bottle of nail polish, condom wrapper, near empty bottle of good quality vodka, and assorted other goodies. Proof positive that last night was a lot of fun. It's good to have Miss H back.