forced orgasm

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I’m not actually a huge fan of hitachis when they’re like this. I have a really sensitive clit, and as such, the strength of the vibrations that come off of a hitachi causes it to hurt rather quickly. Even on the lower setting. I really enjoy hitachis when they’ve got a tenga egg or a diffuser or some other attachment that mitigates the vibrations. But on their own, they hurt or just make me go numb. Usually, when faced with an unadapted hitachi, I’ll just inch away from the head or outright refuse.

But to that end, part of me wants to be made to endure that. I want that option of refusal taken away from me. I want to be tied down and made to take it. To be told that it isn’t about me getting off or feeling good. That it’s barely even about me at all, beyond the fact that I’m the one being made to take it.

It would go on for a while. I would probably go numb. But numbness doesn’t always diminish the pain when it takes away the sensation, from experience. It’s a different pain, this sort of quiet, crackling kind.

They’d gag me when they got tired of my pleading, my insistence that I wasn’t going to get off this way, no matter how long they went. 

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So I’m all subspaced on my couch right now with Pup because this photo took place, oh, maybe 30-40 min ago.

Pup and I were supposed to do something kind of nuts tonight, but he wasn’t feeling too well. So this is apparently what a tame night in looks like.

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I came five times this afternoon.

The first was while Craftsmate was fucking me from behind, his fingers looped into my hair. My face was pushed into the pillow and my ass was tilted up into the air. 

The second, third, fourth and fifth were in fairly rapid succession. After he had finished on my back and rubbed it in, Craftsmate laid down next to me. I rolled over and he shoved his fingers into my cunt, rubbing my clit hard with his thumb while he fingered my gspot. 

It’s the fastest way to make me cum. He knows it. So he managed to wrench another four out me while I whined and squirmed and gasped and begged. He held me down with his free hand, teasing me about how wet I was as the time between each orgasm shortened and I was barely recovering from the fourth when the fifth hit.

When he drew his fingers out of my cunt and made me lick them, he had me curl up in his arms. Apparently, I fell right asleep, completely worn out.