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<v Speaker 4>Yo?

<v Speaker 2>Mama, Joe, Mama?

<v Speaker 1>Fuck?

<v Speaker 2>I've fucking about.

<v Speaker 4>This. First one comes from Bessie Blanco and the title

<v Speaker 4>is Rosie's Ass Cleaned, Fagged, and Punished. The tags are

<v Speaker 4>male thirty female thirties, BDSM medical enema, enema figuring anal punishment,

<v Speaker 4>or gas control, spanking, heavy impact play, enthusiastic consent.

<v Speaker 3>I found this one because I searched the tag enemma

<v Speaker 3>and this one popped up.

<v Speaker 4>Anama, you're a freak, I am your horror master, I

<v Speaker 4>am your whore. Rosie hung her head in resignation and embarrassment.

<v Speaker 4>The humiliation had to be a part of it, but

<v Speaker 4>it didn't feel like humiliation.

<v Speaker 2>When he made her do it, it.

<v Speaker 4>Felt like identification and liberation of who she was deep

<v Speaker 4>down inside. She was a whore, she was also a wife,

<v Speaker 4>leader and a damn good cook. Wanting to beg for

<v Speaker 4>his cock and his cub made her a whore, not

<v Speaker 4>a loser. It was simply acknowledging a big part of

<v Speaker 4>who she thought she was. She didn't want to be

<v Speaker 4>everyone's whore. She wanted to be his completely and his

<v Speaker 4>all Right, girl, go off, and she's a good cook.

<v Speaker 2>Yeah, hell yah, don't forget that.

<v Speaker 4>I know you are, my love. I just wanted to

<v Speaker 4>hear you say it. Now, wash yourself and the toy

<v Speaker 4>that has been up there for a while. I am

<v Speaker 4>ready to punish your ass, and I would like.

<v Speaker 2>To get on with it. How long is a while?

<v Speaker 4>And is he saying it's been up there in your

<v Speaker 4>tuckish or tuckis? Yeah?

<v Speaker 2>Maybe? Well, I guess we'll find out.

<v Speaker 4>With that, he patted her on the same sore spot

<v Speaker 4>he had swatted her earlier, making her wins. As she

<v Speaker 4>tought it off to the bathroom to start his cleaning regimen,

<v Speaker 4>she heard opening the cabinet and testing the cane with

<v Speaker 4>simply horrendous wishes.

<v Speaker 2>What does that mean? I don't know.

<v Speaker 4>I'm scared thoroughly cleaning her ass before anal sex was something.

<v Speaker 4>She realized her desire for it quickly when Dominic expressed

<v Speaker 4>his interest in claiming her there after playing around with

<v Speaker 4>some smaller toys. He had told her that she was

<v Speaker 4>unique and that she could orgasm anally, as some women

<v Speaker 4>struggled to orgasm that way. When Dominic had discovered this,

<v Speaker 4>he was elated. Anal was by far the lesser favorite

<v Speaker 4>of her orifices, but it just offered up such variety

<v Speaker 4>and combination. Not only that, but by punishing her asshole,

<v Speaker 4>he upped the orgasm for her. She indeed was perfect.

<v Speaker 4>I kind of have no fucking clue was going on.

<v Speaker 3>She's cleaning her buttthole for him, and I think he

<v Speaker 3>might be testing the cane like a cane you walk

<v Speaker 3>with to hit her with.

<v Speaker 2>Ah.

<v Speaker 4>She had learned that saline worked best for cleaning her

<v Speaker 4>dark passage. Okay, so she began the process with an

<v Speaker 4>internal rinse and ended with a quick soak in the

<v Speaker 4>tub to clean herself. As she lowered herself into the bathtub,

<v Speaker 4>Dominic appeared carrying a tray. Rosie thought of the sting

<v Speaker 4>of the water against the spot he had chosen to

<v Speaker 4>torment earlier, setting it down on her vanity. She could

<v Speaker 4>smell ginger from a small bowl in the array. Now, darling,

<v Speaker 4>while you soak that pretty bottom and get it ready,

<v Speaker 4>I will prepare your mind for what I'm about to

<v Speaker 4>do to you. You already know the history and old

<v Speaker 4>time uses of figging on horses and enslaved people. Excuse me, Yeah,

<v Speaker 4>why would you say that? What is figging? Google it

<v Speaker 4>right now?

<v Speaker 2>Oh wow, okay.

<v Speaker 3>Figging is the act of inserting a piece of ginger

<v Speaker 3>into the rectum for sexual pleasure because it burns.

<v Speaker 4>Oh, it hurts the person. Yeah, but like in a

<v Speaker 4>sexy way. What do you mean horses?

<v Speaker 2>Why would you do that to a horse? I don't know.

<v Speaker 4>But what I want you to consider is this. I

<v Speaker 4>am going to use this. He held up a root

<v Speaker 4>of ginger that was about three inches long and an

<v Speaker 4>inch wide. It had been peeled and carved with a

<v Speaker 4>flare in one end to keep it from going up

<v Speaker 4>inside of her.

<v Speaker 2>You are going to put this in your rectum.

<v Speaker 4>It is going to burn you like fire, My sweet Rosie, Oh,

<v Speaker 4>how you will cry, but it will do no permanent damage.

<v Speaker 4>So you will keep it in for three minutes before

<v Speaker 4>I start your punishment spanking. Unfortunately for you, I want

<v Speaker 4>you to keep it in for your stroke. What the

<v Speaker 4>fuck is this? I want you to keep it in

<v Speaker 4>for your strokes safe. Every time you clench your gorgeous

<v Speaker 4>red cheeks, it will torment you with its burn. Just

<v Speaker 4>a little more, Perhaps you can learn not to clench

<v Speaker 4>so much and take your spankings better. Maybe two birds

<v Speaker 4>with one stroke, as it were, Sir Rosie felt her

<v Speaker 4>stomach drop. She looked down into the water and wondered

<v Speaker 4>what she had gotten herself into. This might be more

<v Speaker 4>than she could take. She had never used her saford

<v Speaker 4>with him, but honestly didn't know if she could breathinking

<v Speaker 4>your dilemma, my love, good, Perhaps you will not allow

<v Speaker 4>your ass to go unfucked for so long in the future.

<v Speaker 4>Now I'm tired of waiting, stand up, turn around and

<v Speaker 4>spread your cheeks. When you get into position on your couch,

<v Speaker 4>I'll start the timer. But the ginger goes in now,

<v Speaker 4>and you may not go to your punishment couch wet.

<v Speaker 2>No need to speak, Just do it, slut. Why does

<v Speaker 2>she like this man. I know she has a punishment couch.

<v Speaker 4>Rosie got up, dripping from the water, and bent over

<v Speaker 4>to give her master access to her ass. She pulled

<v Speaker 4>her cheeks apart inside as the cold ginger root pierced

<v Speaker 4>her tight ring. As it slid into place deep in

<v Speaker 4>the recesses of her bowels, she could feel the ginger

<v Speaker 4>root streak a line of heat deep inside her. It

<v Speaker 4>started as a cold intrusion and quickly warmed. Soon a

<v Speaker 4>mullen ingot of heat was inside her, and she wanted

<v Speaker 4>nothing more for it to be removed, But begging was hard.

<v Speaker 4>It was so hard for her. Then she remembered saying

<v Speaker 4>precisely she needed part of his regimen and training.

<v Speaker 2>Whatever the fuck that means, I could not.

<v Speaker 4>I would tap out immediately the minute it touched my

<v Speaker 4>little hole out, say Ford. Yep. The burn was starting

<v Speaker 4>to hurt now. She quickly got her towel and dried

<v Speaker 4>off in her ass. She struggled not to clench the

<v Speaker 4>offending object, but when she clenched her click got a

<v Speaker 4>little bit of pressure. So the ginger was truly horrible,

<v Speaker 4>as it made her pay for just gleaning pleasure from

<v Speaker 4>the situation. With a stabbing heat in her ass. She

<v Speaker 4>started to swing your hips involuntarily, moving in time with

<v Speaker 4>the heartbeat. She could feel deep in her guts, corresponding

<v Speaker 4>to the burn from the root. Well done, or now

<v Speaker 4>lean over so that your tits are hanging off the

<v Speaker 4>side while we are waiting for the timer to go off.

<v Speaker 4>I'm going to see if I can put those nipples

<v Speaker 4>through a little treatment. Hold yourself up so that I

<v Speaker 4>can get to them. Now, Rosie thought only of willing

<v Speaker 4>herself not to clench her ass.

<v Speaker 2>How could it still be getting hotter?

<v Speaker 4>She moved to get her arms out before her and

<v Speaker 4>to change positions to get herself forward. Fire raced through

<v Speaker 4>her entire being. Her head flew up and tears threatened

<v Speaker 4>to enter her mouth as she searched for him. Surely

<v Speaker 4>this was destroying her ass. Undoubtedly she would be harmed

<v Speaker 4>by this. The pain was too great. I'm scared for her,

<v Speaker 4>me too, I know enslaved person.

<v Speaker 2>I know okay.

<v Speaker 4>Dom took a seat right in front of her at

<v Speaker 4>eye level and grabbed both of her nipples harshly and

<v Speaker 4>began to twist.

<v Speaker 2>He's like purple norble with ginger in your ass.

<v Speaker 4>Oh my God, could you imagine I'd be so overwhelmed.

<v Speaker 4>The twisting made her want to clench even more, forcing

<v Speaker 4>her to relax into the pain from her breasts voluntarily.

<v Speaker 4>I know it burns, it hurts, he said mockingly. Then

<v Speaker 4>giving a swift tug to her already tortured nipples, he whispered,

<v Speaker 4>and you love every bit of it. Kissing her deeply,

<v Speaker 4>he reached for clover nipple clips. I'm using these, slaves

<v Speaker 4>because they tighten when you pull at them. Roughly tugging

<v Speaker 4>her nipples, he cruelly snapped the clamp down on her

<v Speaker 4>reddened nubs. H By this time, she was openly sobbing.

<v Speaker 4>Not over yet, slave, Since I know you like to squirm,

<v Speaker 4>and I figured it will be worse tonight, I'm going

<v Speaker 4>to tie you up by those sweet tits of yours.

<v Speaker 4>See the chain from the clamps loops around the rope

<v Speaker 4>I usually use.

<v Speaker 2>For your feet.

<v Speaker 4>If you move too much, you are going to rip

<v Speaker 4>those poor little nipples right off, or you will feel

<v Speaker 4>like you do if you try to get too far

<v Speaker 4>out of position. This man is a monster.

<v Speaker 2>It's ripping your nipples off. Oh my goodness. And she's like, yeah,

<v Speaker 2>I love this man.

<v Speaker 4>As the clamps pulled her nipples down, she did her

<v Speaker 4>best to hold her position with her ass over the

<v Speaker 4>side of the chase lounge. She bit her bottom lip

<v Speaker 4>as she fought between the pain and her tits and

<v Speaker 4>the ever rising heat in her ass. She was squirming

<v Speaker 4>badly when she saw Dominic pull out the implement drawer

<v Speaker 4>and select the wooden spoon his favorite. Well, at least

<v Speaker 4>it wasn't the cane. Domino swished the wooden skin.

<v Speaker 2>Domino switched his name from Domino to dominoes I was like,

<v Speaker 2>I read that right right.

<v Speaker 4>Domino swished the wooden spoon through the air near enough

<v Speaker 4>for her to hear it. He honestly enjoyed the little thing.

<v Speaker 4>Although it came from the household section, he thought its

<v Speaker 4>versatility an ability to make her cry, was worth the crossover.

<v Speaker 4>He could weld it like a madman, peppering her upper

<v Speaker 4>thighs fleshy button sides, or you could be specific, targeting

<v Speaker 4>her sit spots and hitting them over and over and

<v Speaker 4>over until she was nothing but a screaming mass of

<v Speaker 4>tears and sobs. The moment he lived for was when

<v Speaker 4>her body relaxed into the blows and didn't resist them

<v Speaker 4>anymore when she stuck out her ass further and begged

<v Speaker 4>him to make her scream harder. As the timer finally

<v Speaker 4>went off, he aimed the first strokes at the top

<v Speaker 4>of her thighs. Quick smacks landed with intakes of breath

<v Speaker 4>from her. They weren't that intense now, horr. You could say,

<v Speaker 4>I will deliver these next swats with a bit more heat.

<v Speaker 2>Hold still.

<v Speaker 4>As the first stroke landed across her ass, she felt

<v Speaker 4>herself clench and a streak of lightning started in her

<v Speaker 4>ass and ran directly to her clit. She felt a

<v Speaker 4>white hot flame of pain deep within her bowels. It itched,

<v Speaker 4>it burned. It felt like she wanted to turn her

<v Speaker 4>insides out and rub herself to get rid of the

<v Speaker 4>horrid root. At the same time, she had jerked up

<v Speaker 4>from the shock, and her tits were now screaming in

<v Speaker 4>pain as the bite of the clamps tugged them.

<v Speaker 2>God damn, this sounds like the opposite of fun. Yeah,

<v Speaker 2>I would hate that.

<v Speaker 1>Mmm.

<v Speaker 4>I mean, I know there's people that do enjoy this,

<v Speaker 4>but ya right, cool for thee not for me, Yeah.

<v Speaker 2>Yeah, yeah, yeah, not yuck and you're yum. But Wow.

<v Speaker 4>I warned you about clenching and moving too much, slut.

<v Speaker 4>Now I'm gonna light your ass up. No need to count.

<v Speaker 4>These are more for me than you prepare yourself.

<v Speaker 2>Oh my god, Rosie took.

<v Speaker 4>A deep breath and tried not to think of the

<v Speaker 4>ache deep in her gut and her neglected clit. She

<v Speaker 4>spread her legs a little and got a sharp smack

<v Speaker 4>on her thigh. I'll do your clit soon enough, stay

<v Speaker 4>for me, He flicked the wretched stick to smack her

<v Speaker 4>newly exposed slit.

<v Speaker 2>She yelped and.

<v Speaker 4>Got back into position, trying desperately to keep the pole

<v Speaker 4>off her tormented nipples, and her asked the air. It

<v Speaker 4>was starting to be too much. Her ass was in

<v Speaker 4>a puddle of pain, her tits were stretched and pinched,

<v Speaker 4>and every time she glanced to try to get some

<v Speaker 4>pressure on her clit, her ass flared in agony even more.

<v Speaker 4>He lit into her ass with a quick succession of

<v Speaker 4>strokes applied to her buttocks and her upper thighs. She

<v Speaker 4>was unable to control her squirming as he started the

<v Speaker 4>second round on her sit spots, and she finally pulled

<v Speaker 4>free of the nipple clamps with a yelp. Dominic stopped

<v Speaker 4>and got a glass of water from the table beside

<v Speaker 4>the chase lounge put them back on slave. He chugged

<v Speaker 4>the water as he watched her carefully hold her prone

<v Speaker 4>body over the lounge and roll her tender nipples to

<v Speaker 4>attach the biting clamps, grimacing as they claimed her nipples

<v Speaker 4>and pulled them top beneath her safe word.

<v Speaker 2>Girl it, Yeah, you should have used it like twenty

<v Speaker 2>minutes ago. Yeah.

<v Speaker 4>Dominic was not without sympathy, but he was watching her

<v Speaker 4>involuntarily wiggle her ass back and forth, trying to dislodge

<v Speaker 4>the assaulting ginger, He laughed, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

<v Speaker 4>Are you so desperate not to beg for my cock

<v Speaker 4>in your ass? By my estimation, you should have started

<v Speaker 4>begging me about two minutes ago. Don't you want my cock?

<v Speaker 2>Little one?

<v Speaker 4>Wouldn't my cock help relieve that horrible pain for you?

<v Speaker 4>Rosie was almost precisely at the right point. Internally, she

<v Speaker 4>was in complete and total agony, with the majority of

<v Speaker 4>her horogynous zones getting attention. She wanted it to be over,

<v Speaker 4>she thought, but the uncertainty must have been in her voice. Yes, master, please,

<v Speaker 4>will you use my ass. Please put your thick cock

<v Speaker 4>in my tight hole and fuck this pain out of me. Please, Master.

<v Speaker 4>Oh that was sweet, slave, so sweet. He kissed her

<v Speaker 4>deeply again and looked her dead in the eye. The end.

<v Speaker 3>Oh God, And this next one comes from Lana dash

<v Speaker 3>i E.

<v Speaker 2>And it's called God.

<v Speaker 3>I love masturbating all caps, three exclamation points.

<v Speaker 2>I fucking love to masturbate. I can't help it.

<v Speaker 3>I think about it all the time, and I fucked

<v Speaker 3>myself at least twice a day.

<v Speaker 4>Today.

<v Speaker 3>I drew a hot bath and then got a bucket

<v Speaker 3>of ice cubes. I started rubbing the ice around my

<v Speaker 3>clitoris and then stuck a cube up in my pussy.

<v Speaker 3>As the cold water out of my cunt, the warm

<v Speaker 3>water burned and it felt so hot. I started sticking

<v Speaker 3>a couple of ice cubes up my ass too, and

<v Speaker 3>that was pretty painful because I've never put anything up

<v Speaker 3>there before. After a while, I got bored, so I

<v Speaker 3>got a cough drop and started to rub it around

<v Speaker 3>on my pussy. A cough drop, what the fuck? As

<v Speaker 3>my clitorist started burning, I got more ice and shoved

<v Speaker 3>like five pieces up into my pussy. Then I used

<v Speaker 3>baby oil to loub up a toothbrush which I inserted

<v Speaker 3>into my ass. It felt so good pushing that toothbrush

<v Speaker 3>in and out of my pussy, dripping out ice water.

<v Speaker 2>What why would you do this? What the fuck?

<v Speaker 3>I put another piece of ice in my ass and

<v Speaker 3>a bunch more in my vagina, and then leaving the

<v Speaker 3>cough drop on my throbbing clitterists. I put an electric

<v Speaker 3>toothbrush right on my clit and massaged it until I

<v Speaker 3>had the most violent, amazing orgasm ever. Girl, you need

<v Speaker 3>a vibrator, yeah, literally.

<v Speaker 2>And a cough drop.

<v Speaker 4>I don't understand why the cough drops here.

<v Speaker 2>Wouldn't it numb?

<v Speaker 4>I feel like yeah, once it got start being menthally.

<v Speaker 3>Ouch, I feel like I should feel guilty, but honestly,

<v Speaker 3>writing this just makes me want to do it again.

<v Speaker 3>I'm so fucking wet I could come just thinking about it.

<v Speaker 3>Can't help fantasizing someone else violating me so bad. The end, Wow,

<v Speaker 3>short and sweet to the point crazy girl. All right,

<v Speaker 3>We've got another little short and sweet one, and this

<v Speaker 3>comes from Roady ninety eight and it says, proving my

<v Speaker 3>devotion and the tags are all over eighteen Femdom mommy

<v Speaker 3>Dom MDLB.

<v Speaker 2>What is MDLB? Mommy dom little boy.

<v Speaker 4>Oh chastity diapers helps the tag I searched diapers. Yeah,

<v Speaker 4>see everyone, she's a freak. Mommy makes me wear chastity

<v Speaker 4>and diapers twenty four to seven to prove my devotion

<v Speaker 4>to her. She promises me that once she feels I

<v Speaker 4>have proved myself, she will allow me to grow up

<v Speaker 4>and be her man and make.

<v Speaker 2>Love to her. You just go by.

<v Speaker 4>I prove myself to her and we build our life together.

<v Speaker 4>Over the years, my cages become smaller as my clitti atrophies.

<v Speaker 4>She says, this proves my discipline in obedience to her.

<v Speaker 4>Over the years, my diapers become thicker and my regression

<v Speaker 4>more intense. I am unable to control my bladder and

<v Speaker 4>bowels anymore.

<v Speaker 2>She says.

<v Speaker 4>This proves my reliance to her and her protection of me.

<v Speaker 2>And you just shit and piss yourself for Mommy.

<v Speaker 1>For mom.

<v Speaker 2>This is the accentence I can't.

<v Speaker 4>Over the years, my clitti becomes impotent and premature, leaking

<v Speaker 4>cummies at the touch of her hand around my throat

<v Speaker 4>or her whispered commands in my ear. She says, this

<v Speaker 4>proves my dedication to her and only her cummy. When

<v Speaker 4>she is ready, she proposes to me with a custom

<v Speaker 4>caller that can never be removed. I cry and except

<v Speaker 4>as she locks it around my neck. She tells me

<v Speaker 4>I've proved myself and I've grown from her baby into

<v Speaker 4>our man. He lays me down, takes my dipeer off,

<v Speaker 4>and unlocks my CLITTI. I cry from joy at finally

<v Speaker 4>being able to experience.

<v Speaker 2>A woman in the most natural of ways. But I cannot.

<v Speaker 4>She cannot feel my clitty inside her. I come as

<v Speaker 4>soon as I feel the radiating heat of her pussy

<v Speaker 4>bathe my CLITTI. I cry as I realize what has happened,

<v Speaker 4>and she soothes me cradled in her bosom. My trials

<v Speaker 4>for her have made me too small, too impotent, too premature,

<v Speaker 4>too incontinent to please her as a man should. But

<v Speaker 4>she says she loves me still, and I love her.

<v Speaker 4>She tells me, I may be no man, but I

<v Speaker 4>am more than that. I will always be her baby,

<v Speaker 4>and Mommy will never leave me.

<v Speaker 2>Jesus, yuck. I'm sorry, I'm yucking that one.

<v Speaker 3>And this next one is from Zolenni and it's called

<v Speaker 3>I twenty four female had three orgasms.

<v Speaker 2>During a massage. Ruh.

<v Speaker 3>Before I get into this, let me say this is

<v Speaker 3>a big secret of mine. Let me also say I

<v Speaker 3>think it's something all women should do if they have

<v Speaker 3>a chance, because honestly, this was a life changing experience.

<v Speaker 3>Back in twenty eighteen, I read about this guy in

<v Speaker 3>Manhattan whose side hobby is giving erotic massages to women.

<v Speaker 3>He has a very special set of skills, so to speak.

<v Speaker 3>He's been written up all over the internet. Naturally, I

<v Speaker 3>was curious. Massages with a surprise ending have always been

<v Speaker 3>a huge fantasy of mine. Whenever I used to get

<v Speaker 3>a normal massage, I hope the massus's hands would somehow

<v Speaker 3>drift toward my warm and pulsing regions. But it never happened. Yeah,

<v Speaker 3>because that's illegal.

<v Speaker 4>Yeah, Yeah, that's a salt brother.

<v Speaker 3>So I kept thinking about this mysterious man, especially as

<v Speaker 3>my long term relationship was declining rapidly. My ex and

<v Speaker 3>I were not compatible in the bedroom. He had a

<v Speaker 3>fairly low sex drive and I'm like the energizer bunny. Plus,

<v Speaker 3>he didn't give me an orgasm for the first three

<v Speaker 3>months we started dating, and after that was extremely sporadic.

<v Speaker 3>It had come down to me begging for him to

<v Speaker 3>put in effort and touch me. So the idea of

<v Speaker 3>having someone put all their attention on me like this

<v Speaker 3>messuse that was sexy. A few weeks after my ex

<v Speaker 3>and I broke up, I sent an email to the guy,

<v Speaker 3>along with a photo and a short bio. At the time,

<v Speaker 3>I was twenty four and adorable, but still worried about

<v Speaker 3>whether or not he'd accept me as a client because

<v Speaker 3>I'd never done anything like this before. It felt very

<v Speaker 3>illicit and also exciting. But he accepted me and we

<v Speaker 3>set up a time to meet on a weekday evening.

<v Speaker 3>The whole day I was torn between talking myself out

<v Speaker 3>of it and saying, hell, yes, you gotta do this.

<v Speaker 3>I veered toward hell yes. Luckily, that evening, after work,

<v Speaker 3>we met at a coffee shop. He walked me up

<v Speaker 3>to his apartment nearby. My inner monologue was bemused. Am

<v Speaker 3>I really making small talk with a strange man about

<v Speaker 3>the weather as a prelude to getting naked and having

<v Speaker 3>him touch my pussy?

<v Speaker 2>Guess? So, yeah, yeah, you are.

<v Speaker 3>Part of my comfort, too, was that he struck me

<v Speaker 3>as immediately trustworthy. He was a clean looking, middle aged

<v Speaker 3>guy with a New York accent and a friendly demeanor.

<v Speaker 3>In his apartment. He laid out all the ground rules

<v Speaker 3>and how the massage would proceed. Also, he was very

<v Speaker 3>clear with consent. I knew I could get up and

<v Speaker 3>leave at any point. Technically the service is free, but

<v Speaker 3>you can leave a tip. The time had come for

<v Speaker 3>me to get on the massage table completely naked. I

<v Speaker 3>was nervous taking my work clothes in his bathroom. I'd

<v Speaker 3>read other women's testimonials, but I didn't think it would

<v Speaker 3>work for me. Like I was defective previously, having an

<v Speaker 3>orgasm always took a lot of work on my behalf.

<v Speaker 3>I'd have to rain in my thoughts, try to concentrate

<v Speaker 3>so hard on not losing my concentration. Girls know what

<v Speaker 3>I'm talking about.

<v Speaker 4>Yeah, it's the word, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. But there

<v Speaker 4>were other problems. My exes would not, as I like

<v Speaker 4>to say, preheat the oven. Often I wasn't turned on

<v Speaker 4>by the time they started going down on me or

<v Speaker 4>trying to get me off, so it would take approximately

<v Speaker 4>five years and make me feel bad.

<v Speaker 3>Well, it worked. This guy was the master of preheating

<v Speaker 3>the oven. He started with a gentle massage, absolutely relaxing

<v Speaker 3>my body. Then his hands started to explore the places

<v Speaker 3>I'd always wanted messuses to explore. I was laying on

<v Speaker 3>my stomach when he started nearing my pussy. His hands

<v Speaker 3>first caressed my inner thighs, teasing. I couldn't help but

<v Speaker 3>move my body so that his hands would get the message.

<v Speaker 3>By the time he touched my pussy, I was on fire.

<v Speaker 3>The build up was exquisite. The build up did most

<v Speaker 3>of the work. My clit was throbbing from want. Then

<v Speaker 3>he got started zeroing in on my spot with confident strokes.

<v Speaker 3>This man is skilled, beyond skilled. It was like he

<v Speaker 3>spoke the language of bodies. He knew how to read

<v Speaker 3>what my movements were saying and what to keep doing.

<v Speaker 3>I'd never been fingerfucked from behind like that. First he

<v Speaker 3>went up and down with his hand in broad movements.

<v Speaker 3>Then he maneuvered his fingers so one hand was rubbing

<v Speaker 3>my clit in circles, just how I like it, and

<v Speaker 3>my body was bucking on his fingers. It was measured,

<v Speaker 3>almost clinical. Think about it as orgasm therapy. Almost I

<v Speaker 3>came like there was an entire waterfall going down my body.

<v Speaker 3>It was sublime. Clearly there was nothing wrong with me.

<v Speaker 3>A man could make me come. But it wasn't over.

<v Speaker 3>He turned me around and started massaging my tits. I

<v Speaker 3>was super raw after that first orgasm and felt like putty,

<v Speaker 3>but I wanted more. I closed my eyes and waited

<v Speaker 3>for his fingers to drift back downward toward my pussy.

<v Speaker 3>He motioned for me to put my legs in butterfly

<v Speaker 3>pose on the massage table. The other orgasm, when I

<v Speaker 3>was laying on my stomach, built up over a while.

<v Speaker 3>It was like simmering near a fire place and then

<v Speaker 3>suddenly you were on fire. This one, laying on my

<v Speaker 3>back was much rougher. He fingered the hell out of

<v Speaker 3>me so that I was bucking against his fingers.

<v Speaker 2>Oh my god, where do I sign up?

<v Speaker 3>It's hard to think of anything that feels better than

<v Speaker 3>a man's fingers inside you and on your clit.

<v Speaker 2>Reader, I moaned, Okay, go off, girl.

<v Speaker 3>There were about ten minutes left in the session, and

<v Speaker 3>he asked me what I wanted another sexy sentence. I

<v Speaker 3>asked for another orgasm with me on my stomach. I

<v Speaker 3>felt so exposed on my back. I wanted another cozy orgasm.

<v Speaker 3>I came in no time. And here's the truth. If

<v Speaker 3>he kept going, I could have come again and again

<v Speaker 3>and again. But alas, instead of coming a million more

<v Speaker 3>times or falling asleep on the table, I put on

<v Speaker 3>my clothes, thanked him, and caught the train home. The

<v Speaker 3>whole time home, I was smiling in awe of my

<v Speaker 3>own naughtiness. Did I really just let a stranger finger

<v Speaker 3>me in his apartment?

<v Speaker 4>Yes?

<v Speaker 3>I did, and I fucking loved it. I remember looking

<v Speaker 3>at the other commuters and feeling blissfully bad ass.

<v Speaker 4>Yeah.

<v Speaker 3>Girl, obviously you may have opinions on my paying to

<v Speaker 3>have an orgasm, but I hope I conveyed what an empowering,

<v Speaker 3>self affirming experience this was. I also hope the guy's

<v Speaker 3>reading have a better perspective on a what women's bodies

<v Speaker 3>are capable of, and b how to treat them so

<v Speaker 3>that women melt in your hands, Because with time, patience,

<v Speaker 3>and attention, we can be putty. There's nothing sexier than

<v Speaker 3>a man who listens to your words and to your body.

<v Speaker 3>This experience made me empowered to seek out only partners

<v Speaker 3>who talk to me in and out of the bedroom.

<v Speaker 2>So far, so good.

<v Speaker 4>Wow, Hell yeah, empowered women.

<v Speaker 2>Yeah, get in happy endings.

<v Speaker 4>And this next one comes from deleted and the title

<v Speaker 4>is public Displays of Gluttony a FEEDI and Feeder Tea's

<v Speaker 4>short story erotica, and the tags are male thirties, female thirties, stuffing, theaterism, fatmirres.

<v Speaker 2>James didn't really like parties.

<v Speaker 4>He liked people, and you like the things you typically

<v Speaker 4>do at parties, the dancing, the flirting, the eating. He

<v Speaker 4>just didn't like it all wrapped together. He was much

<v Speaker 4>more comfortable with a movie night or a board game

<v Speaker 4>night with four to five friends. And he'd much rather

<v Speaker 4>hit the dab rig a few times than drink a

<v Speaker 4>six pack of beers or take a few shots. He

<v Speaker 4>had secured a spot in the corner, post it up

<v Speaker 4>with a plastic cup of punch that had been empty

<v Speaker 4>for almost as long as he'd been holding it. He

<v Speaker 4>was using it more as a prop than an actual

<v Speaker 4>vessel to hold a drink. He glanced at his Apple

<v Speaker 4>watch every few minutes, waiting for it to be an

<v Speaker 4>acceptable amount of time to ask to leave.

<v Speaker 2>Oh, I feel that, Yeah? Literally two hours and then

<v Speaker 2>I'm out, Yeah, eleven thirty two.

<v Speaker 4>His watch flashed up at him during his latest glance,

<v Speaker 4>and he decided that was good enough and began searching

<v Speaker 4>for Samantha. It was her idea to come to this party,

<v Speaker 4>and it was always her idea, and he could never

<v Speaker 4>deny her anything, even if it meant facing his social

<v Speaker 4>anxiety for the night. He walked through rooms, knowing she'd

<v Speaker 4>most likely be wherever they had designated the dance floor

<v Speaker 4>to be at this house party, or out on the

<v Speaker 4>balcony flirting a few cigarettes away from an unsuspected victim

<v Speaker 4>if she was drunk enough. When he didn't find her

<v Speaker 4>on the makeshift dance floor or on the empty balcony,

<v Speaker 4>he made his way to the kitchen. There was a

<v Speaker 4>table set up with food and drinks, and that's where

<v Speaker 4>he found her. Of course, that's where he found her.

<v Speaker 4>They'd been here since seven, and she'd been drinking and

<v Speaker 4>dancing for hours. She had to be starving. He watched

<v Speaker 4>her from the corner before she could see he had

<v Speaker 4>entered the room.

<v Speaker 2>Watched us.

<v Speaker 4>She shoved chips into her mouth in an entirely unladylike manner,

<v Speaker 4>and then delicately and slowly lickd each and every crumb

<v Speaker 4>and flavor speck off of each of her fingers and

<v Speaker 4>from around her lips. He had never met someone who

<v Speaker 4>ate food so sensually sexually, never met someone who seemed

<v Speaker 4>to enjoy the simple act of eating and eating until

<v Speaker 4>they wanted to burst, like she did. She picked up

<v Speaker 4>a cookie from the table next, pulling it up to

<v Speaker 4>her mouth and flicking her tongue out to catch a

<v Speaker 4>few sprinkles off the top. She licked the sprinkles for

<v Speaker 4>a moment and then swallowed, immediately opening her mouth to

<v Speaker 4>take a big bite. Somebody walked up beside her, and

<v Speaker 4>she held her hand up to cover her mouth to

<v Speaker 4>talk to them as crumbs tumbled from her lips.

<v Speaker 2>Eh, she's just like it was fucking John. Of course

<v Speaker 2>it was.

<v Speaker 4>John stepped closer to her, too close to her, and

<v Speaker 4>she laughed at some stupid joke he made. John leaned

<v Speaker 4>forward then and used his finger to swipe a dollup

<v Speaker 4>of icing of the already cut cake on the table

<v Speaker 4>and held it out to her playfully. James rolled his

<v Speaker 4>eyes and was just getting ready to walk over when

<v Speaker 4>she leaned forward, familiar glint in her eye and attached

<v Speaker 4>her lips around his finger, pulling her head back and forth.

<v Speaker 4>To suck up and down the entire digit.

<v Speaker 2>Chill girl. She loves icing, and she does.

<v Speaker 4>She pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips

<v Speaker 4>and swallowing down the icing, sticking out her chest towards

<v Speaker 4>John and blinking her eyes at him in a way

<v Speaker 4>that James knew was hypnotizing. John reached down and scooped

<v Speaker 4>up another fingertip full of icing and danced it in

<v Speaker 4>front of Samantha's face playfully. Samantha threw her head back

<v Speaker 4>and laughed, obviously tipsy. Then she caught James's eye, finally

<v Speaker 4>noticing he was standing across the room watching her, and

<v Speaker 4>instead of waving or smiling or really acknowledging him at all,

<v Speaker 4>she held his gaze for a moment, and then she

<v Speaker 4>leaned forward and very slowly, very deliberately, stuck her tongue out,

<v Speaker 4>and licked every single bit of the icing from John's fingers,

<v Speaker 4>and even lapped her tongue on his now clean fingertip

<v Speaker 4>a few more times for extra measure. Then she met

<v Speaker 4>James's eyes again and smiled. It was a mischievous smile,

<v Speaker 4>right on the edge of mian, and it gave James

<v Speaker 4>goose bumps.

<v Speaker 2>They have some tension they do always say like, oh yeah,

<v Speaker 2>my big fat girl, power eat that icing.

<v Speaker 4>He knew that smile, had seen it dozens of times before.

<v Speaker 4>She was teasing him, pushing his limits and testing him,

<v Speaker 4>which is what she liked to do best. James made

<v Speaker 4>his way over to where they stood by the food table,

<v Speaker 4>barely sparing John a glance.

<v Speaker 2>Are you ready to leave?

<v Speaker 4>James asked her, shifting his body so that he was

<v Speaker 4>suddenly blocking John. Samantha grinned at him. Nope, she said,

<v Speaker 4>popping the peace sound again and flicking her tongue out

<v Speaker 4>between her teeth. John was still hanging around behind them,

<v Speaker 4>but now neither James nor Samantha was paying him the attention.

<v Speaker 4>Samantha leaned forward and slicked up another doll up of icing.

<v Speaker 4>She offered it to James, barely touching it to his lips.

<v Speaker 4>He rolled his eyes. Come on, let's go home, he

<v Speaker 4>told her, losing patience. No, she said simply, and then

<v Speaker 4>held his look as she slid her own finger in

<v Speaker 4>her mouth. She opened wide so he could see the

<v Speaker 4>way her tongue slid around her finger and in front

<v Speaker 4>of her teeth, collecting every bit of the sugary, sticky icing.

<v Speaker 4>When she swallowed, she pushed her chest out again and

<v Speaker 4>rubbed her belly slowly. I'm still having fun, and I'm hungry.

<v Speaker 4>She reached past him and grabbed a handful of chips,

<v Speaker 4>but before she could raise her hand all the way

<v Speaker 4>to her mouth, James grabbed her wrist.

<v Speaker 2>You must have been really.

<v Speaker 4>Hungry to lick icing off of a guy's finger right

<v Speaker 4>in front of me. He shot a look behind him

<v Speaker 4>at James, who was still loitering, hoping in vain that

<v Speaker 4>he would be able to get Samantha's attention back from him.

<v Speaker 4>James looked away sheepishly, and within a few seconds shuffled

<v Speaker 4>away to bother somebody else. Samantha just laughed. You know

<v Speaker 4>me and my sweet tooth. I just can't help myself.

<v Speaker 4>James grinned down at her, still holding her wrist, and

<v Speaker 4>this time it was he who had the mischievous look.

<v Speaker 4>Let me help you, then, he said, his voice low.

<v Speaker 4>He twisted her wrist so that her hand fell open,

<v Speaker 4>chips in her palm, and grabbed one of them in

<v Speaker 4>his other hand. He slid the chip up to her mouth,

<v Speaker 4>letting it rest on her lips.

<v Speaker 2>Eat up Peggy. Oh my god, I would punch him.

<v Speaker 2>I would cry. I would cry immediately.

<v Speaker 4>The words made her stand up straighter and pull her

<v Speaker 4>eyebrows together, But James knew she wasn't mad. Knew that,

<v Speaker 4>in fact, she liked when he talked to her this way.

<v Speaker 4>She obediently opened her mouth a few centimeters, just enough

<v Speaker 4>that he would be able to slide the chip in

<v Speaker 4>whiter Greedy girl, I know you can open wider, she obliged,

<v Speaker 4>stretching her mouth into a perfect oval and batting her

<v Speaker 4>eyelashes at him. He shoved all the chips into her mouth,

<v Speaker 4>then crunching and breaking them with his fingers as he went.

<v Speaker 4>She chewed slowly, careful not to nip his fingers. When

<v Speaker 4>he was shoving the crumbs around her mouth into her

<v Speaker 4>gaping maw.

<v Speaker 3>Oh my god, imagine she just chokes in the middle

<v Speaker 3>of this party.

<v Speaker 4>He stepped closer to her, forcing her head back as

<v Speaker 4>she swallowed. He could see the now eviscerated chips slide

<v Speaker 4>down her throat. When she swallowed, he put his hand

<v Speaker 4>on the back of her head and pulled the short

<v Speaker 4>blonde hair there, forcing her to look further up at

<v Speaker 4>him and stretching her throat. He grabbed another sprinkled cookie

<v Speaker 4>from the table and shoved it into her mouth. Tell

<v Speaker 4>me you're a fat, hungry piggy who wanted to make

<v Speaker 4>me jealous.

<v Speaker 2>Oh my god.

<v Speaker 4>She flicked out her tongue to taste the sprinkles, and

<v Speaker 4>he pulled the cookie away. Nah uh uh, big girl,

<v Speaker 4>tell me first. She frowned up at him and slowly

<v Speaker 4>shook her head. No, he didn't miss the way. He

<v Speaker 4>could now see her nipples were hard under her skimpy

<v Speaker 4>little tank top and lacy bralette. He stepped closer to her,

<v Speaker 4>bending her head back even further, and she gulped in air,

<v Speaker 4>looking up at him with heated eyes. Say it, he said,

<v Speaker 4>with his other hand, coming up to cup her throat.

<v Speaker 4>Say that you wanted to make me jealous, wanted to

<v Speaker 4>make me watch your hands and tongue and eyes flirt

<v Speaker 4>with another guy, and not just another guy, that insufferable

<v Speaker 4>fucking John of all people. You know I can't stand him,

<v Speaker 4>She looked at him defiantly. Of course I knew you

<v Speaker 4>were watching. He shoved the cookie in her mouth, then

<v Speaker 4>startling her. She made noises of protest around his fingers,

<v Speaker 4>but he shoved the cookie and further, I want to

<v Speaker 4>hear you say it. Samantha shivered, and he felt goosebumps

<v Speaker 4>erupted on her skin when his hands held her. I'm

<v Speaker 4>a hungry piggy who wanted to make you jealous, she whispered.

<v Speaker 4>The satisfaction of hearing her say it burst in his chest,

<v Speaker 4>and he felt his dick grow hard in his pants.

<v Speaker 4>James let go overthroat, aware that people are starting to

<v Speaker 4>notice them in the midst of something that was quickly

<v Speaker 4>turning from Pg. Thirteen to R, and leaned forward to

<v Speaker 4>whisper in her ear. Here's the plan. You're going to

<v Speaker 4>go and dash our goodbyes. I'm going to pack up

<v Speaker 4>what's left of this cake and we're going to go home.

<v Speaker 4>When we get there, I'm going to peel all the

<v Speaker 4>clothes from your body, and then I'm going to fill

<v Speaker 4>you up your belly first full of bursting with all

<v Speaker 4>this sugary icing and sweet vanilla flavored cake. Then when

<v Speaker 4>you're so fully gorged and fat you can't move, I'm

<v Speaker 4>going to fill up that pussy first with my tongue

<v Speaker 4>and fingers, and then with my aching fake cop you'll

<v Speaker 4>be so fat and full and round that you'll just

<v Speaker 4>have to lay there and take it. So I'll ask

<v Speaker 4>you again, are you ready to leave?

<v Speaker 2>Yes, sir, I would be sobbing in the middle of

<v Speaker 2>the party. I mean, yeah, but like, let's go. Yeah.

<v Speaker 4>Samantha rubbed her thighs together, a sure sign that she

<v Speaker 4>was wet and wanting. He leaned forward, brushing his lips

<v Speaker 4>over hers. They kissed for a long moment, and he

<v Speaker 4>could taste her sugar and sweetness and a promise of

<v Speaker 4>a very, very long night ahead. He gave Samantha a

<v Speaker 4>slap on the ass to move her along, and watched

<v Speaker 4>her practically run to tell the house they were leaving.

<v Speaker 4>He laughed quietly to himself as he packed up a

<v Speaker 4>giant slabs of the cake and what was left of

<v Speaker 4>the cookies too, just to be safe. She was a fat,

<v Speaker 4>hungry piggy after all.

<v Speaker 3>Oh no, James, Well, we hope you enjoyed this episode.

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