Another workout

---- frank sexual discussion ----


Yesterday Sir seemed to be in an interesting mood..... He had some unusual requests for me. And i say "unusual" only because they were presented in a way that was new to me. i suppose they really aren't so unusual, after all.

Sir has arranged for a mini-escape next Friday, and we have been discussing His plans/ideas for that time together. Yesterday He told me He was frustrated, and that His cock needed His pussy, and that He wanted to fuck. Like, immediately. Well, circumstances being as they are, that was not possible at that moment. So I was told to retire to my room, take the glass dildo, and fuck His pussy with it. It didn't matter what i was doing at the time, it didn't matter if anyone else was in the house or not, i was to carry out His command.

All right. So i did that. A short time later i was instructed to go fill Sir's pussy with a string of 5 beads, and to leave them in place until i was told to remove them. Umm, OK. So i did that, as well. It took a few minutes to get all the beads in place, and boy, i could definitely feel the stretch as they pressed against the vaginal walls from the inside. It didn't hurt, exactly; it was more of a deep ache, a pressure, really, slightly uncomfortable but not painful. i kept those in for a couple of hours, perhaps, and then Sir got back in touch and demanded that i tell Him something good.  

So i told Him the truth - that even though Sir's pussy was filled, and that it had enjoyed being fucked on His orders, it wasn't satisfied, really, because it was missing its true owner; that Sir's property was hungry for Him, and only Him. Sir seemed to like that response, because He then told me to go push the beads out, using only the vaginal muscles. No hands!

And so, of course i complied. As i mentioned in a previous post, that is harder than it sounds. But i was able to do it, and i reported back to Sir when i was done.  He seemed pleased that i had been successful, and i was happy that i had pleased Him. My muscles felt sore - no, not really sore, just used, in the way you feel it when you work any muscle group you generally don't use much. You feel the residual stretching, the slightly looser feel, the pleasant tingling from engaging those muscles in a different way. That's how it felt. And it felt good, but truthfully, Sir's property still misses Him, and is eagerly awaiting the chance to show Him that truth.