Post Play Reflection by MurrayBridges,MurrayBridges

“Mmmm. Good. Spread your legs. Wider” and as I hold on to the bars he slaps my ass hard, and fuck it feels good. He’s rewiring what my body means. What it does. I exist only for sensation at his discretion. I am so relieved to have the act of decision making removed from the choices I have.

He brings some soft coils of rope into the picture and anchors my wrists to the upper bunk, wide apart. Once he’s satisfied he puts my collar back on and my knees almost buckle. Sensory overload. He bites my ear hard and grinds against me, demanding to know “Who do your nipples belong to while you wear this collar?” and I call out “You, Sir James” as the vibrator hits hard on my clit again.

“FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK”

“You tell me immediately if you feel dizzy, I need to know”.

“Yes Sir James” – it all comes out in one breath. And after three more orgasms, a result of the hitachi wand, his fingers, my nipples and the way he’s tugging at them, a paddle, his hand, my confusion, his unstoppable will, I can feel the room spin and I call out “DIZZY”.

In seconds he’s untied my wrists and is holding me up as I crumple slightly. He helps me lay down on the lower bunk and I catch my breath as he walks off, returning with some water for me. I have no idea how long we’ve been at it, and I don’t care.

“Ass up” he commands, and I can feel the cold metal butt plug at the entrance but it hurts, it’s too much for me right now.

“Orange it hurts Sir James please orange thank you” and he’s already pulling away, then slowly fingerfucks me in one and then two holes while I relax and moan with the glittering pleasure of it all. He tries the plug again and it slides in easily, and I can feel every part of it expanding me. I can see velvet stars inside my eyelids. He fumbles around with his bag behind me and then I feel some sticky pads being attached to my butt cheeks.

“Have we done this before?” he asks and all I can do is shout “FUCK YES WE HAVE SIR JAMES” because I remember how good the TENS machine makes everything. The whole world is made of orgasms and we are going to float away forever on waves of pleasure. He fires up the machine, and I arch my back for him, with one gloved hand he fucks me with his fingers and with the other he holds the Hitachi wand against me and about nine seconds later I ask in a matter of fact way if I can please cum.

He doesn’t answer.

He has never said anything other than “yes cum for me” to the point where I now can’t stop my orgasm once he says those words. I ask again. Silence. He fucks me harder and turns up the TENS machine. Oh fuck. Oh no. I am held in place by him but have no way of working out what the fuck to do. I can feel the edge getting closer and closer and then I get that he’s messing with me and that’s even more erotic and I plead with him.

“Fuck, please Sir James can I please cum please please I’ll do anything please can I cum now?!”

“Nope.”

WHAT THE FUCK. I cum anyway and he clucks his tongue, making concerned sounds about my transgression. He hasn’t stopped pounding into me and I cum in rapid succession before I can even ask.

“Oh no I’m sorry please Sir James is it ok if I cum now?”

Silence. That magnificent headfucker. I am impressed and I cum again.

“ORANGE PLEASE SIR JAMES”

He removes his fingers, the wand and the butt plug in rapid succession and I feel like I’m inside a blender and I’m ice and he’s crushing me and I like it. He slowly, agonizingly, peels away the TENS pads from my buttocks and I collapse face down on the bed, legs akimbo, panting like a wild animal.

He’s giggling. “That’s a classic submissive position, you’re so exposed, and you have no fight in you”. This is all delivered with great joy. I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. He has high standards for himself and I know he’s always proud to fuck someone into oblivion.

I have some water. I’m not sure if I get it or he does. I’m beyond comprehending anything at this point, and just go with it. It feels good to have completely surrendered.

“Stand up and put your hands behind your back”. I do so without hesitation and he loops the rope around my left wrist, then my right, I can’t see what he’s doing but it feels deliberate and intricate. I collapse against him because I’m so turned on and he leads me back to the couch that I feel like I was last on a week ago. Time has lost all meaning, I’m deep in subspace and I want him to keep using me and doing whatever he feels like because all of his decisions are good and I’m unable to think like that anymore – like a person who has to come up with decisions. He fucked it right out of me.

I plonk down and groan, aftershocks rippling through my body, and I think I’m talking but all I’m getting out is “oh fuck”, low and slow, repeatedly. He sits down next to me and puts his arm around me, and I nuzzle into him while he cradles the gelatinous goo that used to be me in human form.

His fingers glide up and down my back, my arms, and I can only let out a gutteral moan that goes on forever.

“What a wonderful way to spend an evening!” he says from far away even though he’s holding me.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm” I respond, and then I feel the cane again. Scratching lightly up my leg. Pausing at my thigh and digging in. Firmly pressing on my cunt. I am losing my fucking mind.

He talks to me about some other sessions he’s had and what people are into, and how it’s all so wonderful to be a part of. Cucking is one of his favourites from what I can gather. Jesus fuck I’m getting revved up again. Just as I get close to the edge of the cum cliff he backs off again and I raspily moan “are you edging me?” with my eyes closed because I don’t know if I even have eyes or a face anymore.

He reponds by squeezing my nipple hard and then placing the bottom of the glass bottle of cold Coke on it that I brought for him. Oh my god. It feels amazing and I squirm. I lick the underside of his bicep, driven only by animal instinct and a desire to devour him piece by piece.

“Edging you?” then a hard slap to my chest. What the fuck, that feels so good. This is new. I don’t know how but the Hitachi wand is hard up against me again and I ask, cum, thank him, and in a waterfall of multiple orgasms I am a bucking climaxing animal. He lightly slaps my face and I groan with pleasure. It’s not hitting – far from it. It’s contact and pressure, precision and intent. Consent is sought with his pause as I stretch my neck to find where I can get more of that feeling, his hand connects again. It’s the connection, the exact placement of his skin on mine, and the force the same as a fiercely caring embrace. He is seeing me get what I need and giving me more and more. Reading the way my body responds with unquenchable need. Giving me even more beyond what I think is possible.

I’m curled into him, deeply calm and satiated. I think of a bad dream I had a few days ago where he left before I knew our session was over. And I was left wanting. But that’s not the case here. He’s given me everything and made sure that I’m genuinely satisfied in all the ways.

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