megstar's blog post - The reward of an orgasm Part 2

I need a break and so for 10minutes I’m left to relax, it’s strange how after doing nothing but focus be it on myself, my feelings, Sir’s words, that after the first few minutes I sort of flounder. I don’t no can’t relax, my body is already set to high on the tremor scale of orgasms and I feel lost without Sir.

I lay down on the bed and place my little vibe on my clit as I had nothing but thoughts going through my head. What would I be doing next? I need to order a new toy that I’ve wanted for ages? Why didn’t I order the toy with my last ones? Question after question run through my mind as I lay and wait for Sir to return.

“How are you currently stimulating yourself?”

I grin and tell Sir and then blurt out some of my thoughts before regaining my composure and focus.

“You can add your other vibe as well, and then close your eyes and focus.”

“Yes Sir”

I focus on all my feelings, I focus on being completely exposed, I focus on presenting myself to Sir correctly, wet and ready for whatever Sir desires. Ready to have cock presented to me if Sir so chooses. I focus on being everything I am and everything I can be. I focus on all my desires the more I lie there playing with myself the more I want, Sir’s cock in my mouth, a cock in my pussy. The more aroused I get the more I want and need.

Sir's telling me to focus, to let myself go with the needs that flow within me. Pushing me for more, encouraging more and more from me, feeding my desires. Telling me I have so much more inside.

“Sir’s desiring slut”

In that sentence I find myself working harder on myself so close to cumming I don’t think I can hold it back.

“Will you take everything and anything Meg?”

“Yes Sir I will, I will take anything and everything Sir.”

And I would right then I wanted it all. Anything that Sir wanted I would fulfil for him, I would do anything to please and serve him in that moment.

“Good girl now say it again, mean it, say it louder and listen to your voice how it begs to please.”

I repeat the words over out loud, listening to the want in them the longing and the desire.

“Now push and have trust in yourself that you Will Not cum until I allow you.”

“Yes Sir.”

I keep working on the growing sensations within me, plunging the vibe in and out of my pussy which by this time is wet and aching to cum, I force myself to hold back the orgasm, to swallow every wave back down and not let it spill and take me over. I writher and moan on the bed not knowing how much longer my focus and determination will hold back all the sensations within me.

“Do you want to cum?”

Oh god did I want to cum, I wanted that orgasm with every fibre in my body, I wanted to let my clit finally explode into a mass of electric shocks up and over my body, I wanted every inch of me bursting as that orgasm flowed free at last.

“Yes Sir I would like to cum please.”

“Then work for it, earn it, show me every last inch of your body alive and wanting to cum, let me hear you, listen to your own voice, do you truly need it?”

I work my pussy harder rocking my hips as I fuck myself with the vibe, wanting so desperately to show Sir how much I wanted to cum. I listen to myself as I beg to cum, hearing the desperation in my voice. The pleading in my voice as my body threatens to take back the control it had handed over.

There is something so liberating in giving yourself to someone, knowing that they will push you to the edge and then some, all the time taking you higher and higher, pushing you to do better to strive for more and more. Handing them all control and trusting them with your body, to give you so much more than you can achieve yourself. You know that they will not let you fail, the constant pushing yourself awakening every last ounce of your soul.

“Drop the vibrators, lie back and hold open my pussy and cum as you hold it there, cum for me Med, feel my pussy clutching at the nothingness as you hold yourself open, ready to be fucked.”

I lie there holding my pussy wide, throbbing at the sudden loss of the vibes, thrusting up towards empty space and I finally cum, oh god I shudder as spasm after spasm explode within me, my clit bursting, throbbing as it convulses with pleasure.

“Hold it open and allow yourself to cum again, I want you counting each orgasm.”

I focus on my pussy feeding from the neediness of it and let myself cum again, letting myself be taken over by nothing other than pure pleasure.

“Don't let yourself relax, find me a third, just by lying there holding open my pussy, held open ready to be taken over and over, that’s right Meg.”

Again and again I build those feelings back up, not letting them die, letting the spasms just control me until 3, 4, 5 orgasms have be set free. I’m soaring higher with each one, never letting myself relax I keep going my mind took over by Sir’s words his demands. In that moment there is absolutely nothing but his words that matter, his words that keep me going that keep me in such a state of arousal.

“1 more like that Meg, find me one more and now spread your legs wide, feel the muscles stretching as you expose yourself, beg for a cock inside you, clever girl now take your large dildo and plunge it in hard and fast Meg, plunge it in, slam it there, feel every thrust and shudder, pound my pussy deep and hard, so deserving, feel it, want it harder, love the way it shafts you so deep, there’s more Meg, so much more pent up in you, drive yourself, don't relax, not for one moment.”

I do as I’m told, I fuck myself with the dildo, thrusting it into my oh so willing pussy. I fuck it taking it into me as hard and deep as I can and then some. Oh God I want so much yet I want to stop I don’t know how much I can take, my body is just not my own now to control but Sir's as orgasm after orgasm emit from it. I still count each one out loud, I find myself begging for cock in my mouth in my pussy oh god I just want to be fucked and taken over and over again. I don’t even know what number I am on now, confused I know I am about to miss count how I have no idea apart from the fear of disappointing Sir so instead I repeat myself. It’s strange how much I am not here that my mind knows not to let Sir down.

I hear Sir call me Good Girl, though the haze of yet another orgasm, how many more can I take how many more are left within me?

“Now remove it and lie there holding your pussy open once more, feel it clutching, feel the muscles in your whole body quivering, do you love to cum?”

Oh my god did I, “Yes Sir I love to cum Sir.”

I hear the raw desire in my voice not wanting to let this feeling go, still so needy yet exhausted from the sheer mountain of feelings that course though me.

“Then find me one more, just as you are, lie there, hold your pussy open wide.”

I lie there clutching at my pussy holding it wide open as it throbs from the use it has had, focussing on the feelings as I allow them to build up once more, I don’t know how it is possible to orgasm when I have already came so many times, how on each am I going to manage enough but as I lie there and the throbs meld together once more I know I can. I focus harder building them up focussing on the way my nipples are aching as each little ripple from my clit and pussy finds its way to them and then when I am at the point where I have no idea what is happening in me there it is, that last god almighty orgasm screaming free into each and every nerve ending setting me alight, oh god oh god oh god.

“Good girl, now you can relax, slowly, let yourself relax and don't rush anything, remove the band on your nipple and relax Good Girl.”

I lie there catching my breath as the orgasm shows no side of going, my pussy on fire from the overload of sensations it’s had, I reach up to my nipple having not even realised it was still banded, my fingers shaking as I try to ease it off and then as I do my nipple engulfed by the rush of blood feels like it will burst, the delicious ache pulsing in it oh how I love the mixture of pain and pleasure right at that moment. Aftershocks continue as I try to slow down the throbbing moaning as I reconnect myself coming back down from the almighty high Sir had just given me.

I lie there the all familiar cold shakes starting as I relax, my legs aching my pussy still throbbing, my whole body taking in all the feelings and shudders.
We fall into easy chat as I relax there in the bed tired and worn out yet to wired to snooze.

“By the way 13 was the final number, you lost count…”

We both say it at the same time “11 twice”

“I thought I'd just let you go with it and sort out the reality later, you were not in the zone to be confused by un-necessary bits right then.”

See even then when he could so easily have demanded more from me, he knew what was best.

13 orgasms all make the last few weeks of edging worth every minute; I’m lying in a glow of contentment, happy and a smile well and truly on my face. It feels good to be Sir’s.