Warning: Master and I use chemicals in this scene. Stop reading if this offends you.
I’ve always been obsessed with the idea of being used by Master. I relish being his fucktoy. I want him to wrench pleasure from my body with absolute disregard for my satisfaction. Unfortunately, that is a lot easier said than done. I love being fucked, whether in my cunt or ass. I can attain orgasms from both. Heck, I could probably even cum from being face-fucked.
I finally found a solution called lidocaine or skin numbing topical anesthetic cream. I bought a tube of it from an online retailer, although it can be found in most pharmacies. Disclaimer: I did some research and found that it was commonly prescribed to women who suffer from Vaginismus, so therefore safe to use on membranous regions like the vagina. I’ve had lidocaine used on me during cosmetic procedures in the past, so I know my body doesn’t react negatively to it. That said, there are possible side effects, and a number of individuals might find themselves very allergic to the cream, so please, guys, don’t try this without consulting a medical professional.
Master got me in the mood with a trusty mix of impact play and verbal degradation. We’ve been lovers for so long, he knows the exact buttons to push to get my juices flowing. “I’m going to use you today and you’re not going to feel a fucking thing.” “You’re nothing but a hole.” “I’m going to hood you so I don’t even have to look at your face when I fuck you.” The blows of the paddle on my bum punctuated his statements and sent my emotions into a frenzy.
Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was suitably lubricated down under. With a pair of gloves (to ensure he didn’t get in contact with the lidocaine), Master started rubbing the numbing cream into the folds of my cunt, focusing on the entrance and going as far as my g-spot. It was a very thorough finger fucking, and he made sure to tease all my sensitive spots, all the while reminding me that I would soon not be able to feel anything. He also made sure to coat my clit, then continued paddling me while we waited for the cream to take effect.
It didn’t take very long at all. About twenty or thirty minutes after application, I started to feel very… little. I could still feel the familiar internal swelling of my pubic region, but I couldn’t feel my clit. It felt somewhat separate from my body. Master rubbed the swollen nub languidly and I reported, somewhat deliriously, that I could not feel his finger. It was almost as though I had some sort of a chastity belt on me. I could feel my desire internally, but it had no way of attaining satisfaction.
That was when Master started fucking me. It was a very strange sensation. I could certainly feel him inside me, but the usual nerve endings on my vaginal wall that sent shudders down my spine and straight to my toes were… dead. I could feel him ramming into my cervix, but that was about it. It was as though I was wearing a tunnel plug like this, except I wasn’t. I fucking loved it.
It was such a rush being used by Master while I obtained no pleasure. There was a marked detachment as his focus shifted from me to him. It was raw, it was selfish and it was brutal. In the past where he attempted to fuck me without me reaching orgasm, he always had to read my signals closely. He had to watch for when I was nearing an orgasm so that he could slow down, stop and pull out so as not to drive me over the edge. The fact that he was able to pound me to abandon without having to concern himself with my pleasure was incredible.
And that’s how we ended, with him spent and powerful, me used and powerless. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
