#MasturbationMonday – Buttplugs & #Anal! NSFW!!

Hello and welcome to MasturbationMonday, also known as MOAN DAY. WooHoo, it’s the start of the week but are we miserable? Oh no! The Ties That Bind is now being edited (OK, so we’re a little miserable going through edits) and it will be hitting bookstores soon. But now… time for NAUGHTINESS…

A ROUGH RIDE

Bustling into her closet she found what she looking for in an instant: a white, Hitachi wand with its power cord wrapped neatly around the base. Grabbing it and unwinding the flex, she zoomed back out into the tack room and found a suitable plug socket. No batteries needed here. When that was done, she passed it over to Mark and settled down to watch the show, because this time, Agnes was doing all the hard work. Her misdemeanour with office appliances had consequences, more was the pity and Hetty was most jealous of the fact.

No introduction was needed for the start of the theatrical pursuits, because the Hitachi’s motor sounded like a jet airplane taking off. OK, it was more like a drill, but impressive nonetheless. There was a reason the so-called ‘back massager’ was the Ferrari of vibrators. It was currently on its lowest setting, but when the thing was on high it was truly incredible.

Petal, who had been almost comatose before the wand came near her, now picked up her head and straightened her arms. She knew what was coming. Turning her head a fraction the left, Hetty spied Agnes generously lubricating the larger of the two shock plugs which would be inserted first.

The moment the wand touched Petal, her body tensed tightly as if she was almost afraid that there might be another round of orgasm denials, but Hetty knew from experience just how intense the pressure of the wand was, even on its lowest setting. It took a few seconds before she managed to settle herself into its insistent rhythm and her body began pumping itself backwards and forwards on the bench of its own accord. Mark hadn’t even gone anywhere near her clit yet, he’d focused the

vibrations upon the lips of her sex and was slowly working his way towards the apex of her thighs. By the way Petal was moaning, you’d almost think he was there already, thought Hetty with a wicked smile.

When the wand finally stopped teasing her inner thighs and labia, Mark upped the vibrations and moved forward. Jenny gurgled and groaned. She twisted this way and that to avoid the powerful pulsing upon her most sensitive organ, but Mark’s grip was sure and firm. Within seconds she was gasping. Agnes then begun to pump the first couple of inches of the slim metal plug inside Petal’s pussy, and the filly was obviously lost.

“Remember what we talked about, back in the dungeon?”

Jenny remained ominously quiet. They’d talked about a few things. Which one did he mean? Not wanting to put a foot wrong, she tried to guess what he was thinking. The expression on her face said that it was not the easiest task.

Mark, as usual, read her thoughts. “I’m talking about the ‘O’ word here and I don’t mean ‘Orgasm.’ You have permission to talk as soon as you’ve figured it out.” He slapped her backside and the smart of his hand print was delicious in her hyper-aroused state.

“Ohhh,” whispered Jenny, who was rapidly charting all the words that began with ‘O’ in her head and orgasm was on the top of her list, unfortunately. Her brain finally managed to trip over the right one. “Obedience,” she breathed.

“Congratulations,” he smiled. “Now we’ll put all that talk of yours to the test. I want you to stay as still as you can. You are not to avoid the direction of the wand,” and he pressed it tightly upon her clit to demonstrate and watched to see whether she could follow instructions.

“Ahhh,” she whimpered, wanting nothing more than to wiggle and buck helplessly.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Stay perfectly still and let yourself go.”

The vibrations from the wand were so powerful it was impossible for her to do anything else and she came in thirty seconds flat. Agnes timed the moment of climax with exacting precision, inserting her plug about two seconds before the poor girl exploded.

Mark did not let the girl have any time off for good behaviour. He dropped the vibrations down again, but made her ride out wave after wave of almost painful, orgasmic contractions under his immoveable hand. It was probably the longest orgasm the chit had ever had and quite possibly, the most painful.

Whilst Jenny was almost sobbing under the wand’s irrepressible, juddering bursts, she had managed to take control of herself and she did not move a muscle from the all fours position that had been assumed. There was no sway or squirming to be seen. Mark, quietly impressed, thought it was a sign of good things to come.

Meanwhile, Agnes had herself busy with plug number two. It was shorter and fatter than its predecessor and whilst it would be a snug fit going in, when it found its anchor point, it was there to stay. There was a long, black horse-hair tail attached to it, but unlike Petal’s normal tail plug, this one was designed as a removable attachment, to suit her bidder’s whim.

The shiny chrome butt-plug was now getting more than its fair share of lubricant and Mark’s fingers were once more working themselves inside Jenny’s ass, to prepare her for the invasion. The strain on Jen’s face began to show, her expression tightening into a hard knot as the effort of not moving became more and more difficult. He flipped the power button on the wand back up to full again and watched as her fingernails clawed the table. Agnes began to position the butt-plug at Jenny’s rear. The trainee’s eyes glazed over. This one would learn to love anal sex, Mark thought, although she might not think so on her first occasion.

Keep Hopping!

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