10-01-2023, 11:19 AM
INESCAPABLE PLEASURE
Having a very sexually repressed upbringing left me very vulnerable to developing some very powerful kinks later in life. Once I hit university, a wide world of sexual exploration opened up to me that I had never even considered before. To make things even better, my family had helped me rent an apartment off campus (to keep their precious daughter away from all those bad influences, of course) which left me with a whole house to myself. I was primed to get myself into trouble, and very eager to do so.
Unfortunately, the was one major obstacle I hadn't planned for: I was painfully shy when it came to real life sex. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone once or twice, mostly with a lot of alcohol, but my own self-consciousness at not knowing what I was doing really dampened the mood. And so, I resolved to figure myself out before jumping back in the pool. As with everything I did back then, from my studies to my hobbies, I went all in on my little "project". No expense would be spared, no angle left uninvestigated. I would take myself for a serious ride.
Over the next few weeks, packages would arrive every few days. When you don't have much of a social life, you'd be amazed how large a budget for sex toys you can justify. Between my studies and my "investigations", I didn't really have time for other people and I also didn't really mind. Dildos, vibrators, lubes, plugs, porn... I had more than enough to occupy my time. But while it was all deeply enjoyable, I still didn't feel like I had really figured out my "best pleasure" yet. Everything felt good, but the most exciting thing about all of it was the fact that I had gone so overboard with it... but it wasn't enough. I wanted to go more overboard, wanted to make the experience even more hedonistically extravagant. I wanted a kink of my own, but I didn't even know where to start.
The answer, of course, is that you find things like that by accident.
It started off simply enough, at least for how I was at the time: I had slapped a suction cup dildo onto the edge of my tub, and slipped a vibrating cock ring onto it. I had been playing around with riding cowgirl, and found this was the best way to really ride any of the toys I had bought so far. With one foot in the tub and one foot on my bathroom floor, I bounced up and down onto the toy with my hands behind my head. A fantasy floated through my mind, imagining my hands cuffed above me: maybe bondage was an angle I should look into? The idea definitely sent shivers through me, and I found myself quickly cumming hard around the vibrating dildo. The sensations quickly became intense, and I moved to lift myself up and off the toy.
On this fateful day, I had left just a bit of water in the bottom of the tub when I last showered. And so, when I went to stand, my foot in the tub slipped on the water and slid out from under me.
Out of reflex, I immediately shifted my weight to the foot outside the tub. But that foot had been on my bathmat, and the sudden sideways motion caused it to slide out from under me as well. In the span of one frantic second, instead of lifting myself off the dildo, I had instead slammed myself down onto it with all of my weight.
Fortunately for me, this particular dildo wasn't overly wide or long. But the vibrating cock ring was an entirely different matter, as I pinned it against my oversensitive clit with full force. As my legs scrabbled for stability, stars exploded behind my eyes as a single thought flashed through my mind: Oh my god, am I trapped on this vibrating cock? Will it just keep assaulting my pussy, over and over?
Of course, the answer was "no" because my hands weren't actually tied up in any way. All I had to do was hold the side of the tub to stabilize myself, and I would be able to easily lift myself up and off the invader. But the unexpected and massive second orgasm that hit me first took my breath away, and I found myself almost passing out before finally freeing myself from the situation.
All in all, I had been "trapped" for maybe twenty seconds of panicked flailing, and I had never been in any genuine danger. But as I lay panting on my bathroom floor, staring up at the still-vibrating dildo, I knew I had awakened something in myself. Reaching down, I was absolutely soaked in a way I had never been before. The brief thought that I might have been trapped and forced to endure endless mechanical pleasure had set my mind on fire, and I immediately knew my search was over. It wasn't about what turned me on anymore; now, it was about the how of it. What was the best way for me to leverage this newfound interest of mine?
Having a very sexually repressed upbringing left me very vulnerable to developing some very powerful kinks later in life. Once I hit university, a wide world of sexual exploration opened up to me that I had never even considered before. To make things even better, my family had helped me rent an apartment off campus (to keep their precious daughter away from all those bad influences, of course) which left me with a whole house to myself. I was primed to get myself into trouble, and very eager to do so.
Unfortunately, the was one major obstacle I hadn't planned for: I was painfully shy when it came to real life sex. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone once or twice, mostly with a lot of alcohol, but my own self-consciousness at not knowing what I was doing really dampened the mood. And so, I resolved to figure myself out before jumping back in the pool. As with everything I did back then, from my studies to my hobbies, I went all in on my little "project". No expense would be spared, no angle left uninvestigated. I would take myself for a serious ride.
Over the next few weeks, packages would arrive every few days. When you don't have much of a social life, you'd be amazed how large a budget for sex toys you can justify. Between my studies and my "investigations", I didn't really have time for other people and I also didn't really mind. Dildos, vibrators, lubes, plugs, porn... I had more than enough to occupy my time. But while it was all deeply enjoyable, I still didn't feel like I had really figured out my "best pleasure" yet. Everything felt good, but the most exciting thing about all of it was the fact that I had gone so overboard with it... but it wasn't enough. I wanted to go more overboard, wanted to make the experience even more hedonistically extravagant. I wanted a kink of my own, but I didn't even know where to start.
The answer, of course, is that you find things like that by accident.
It started off simply enough, at least for how I was at the time: I had slapped a suction cup dildo onto the edge of my tub, and slipped a vibrating cock ring onto it. I had been playing around with riding cowgirl, and found this was the best way to really ride any of the toys I had bought so far. With one foot in the tub and one foot on my bathroom floor, I bounced up and down onto the toy with my hands behind my head. A fantasy floated through my mind, imagining my hands cuffed above me: maybe bondage was an angle I should look into? The idea definitely sent shivers through me, and I found myself quickly cumming hard around the vibrating dildo. The sensations quickly became intense, and I moved to lift myself up and off the toy.
On this fateful day, I had left just a bit of water in the bottom of the tub when I last showered. And so, when I went to stand, my foot in the tub slipped on the water and slid out from under me.
Out of reflex, I immediately shifted my weight to the foot outside the tub. But that foot had been on my bathmat, and the sudden sideways motion caused it to slide out from under me as well. In the span of one frantic second, instead of lifting myself off the dildo, I had instead slammed myself down onto it with all of my weight.
Fortunately for me, this particular dildo wasn't overly wide or long. But the vibrating cock ring was an entirely different matter, as I pinned it against my oversensitive clit with full force. As my legs scrabbled for stability, stars exploded behind my eyes as a single thought flashed through my mind: Oh my god, am I trapped on this vibrating cock? Will it just keep assaulting my pussy, over and over?
Of course, the answer was "no" because my hands weren't actually tied up in any way. All I had to do was hold the side of the tub to stabilize myself, and I would be able to easily lift myself up and off the invader. But the unexpected and massive second orgasm that hit me first took my breath away, and I found myself almost passing out before finally freeing myself from the situation.
All in all, I had been "trapped" for maybe twenty seconds of panicked flailing, and I had never been in any genuine danger. But as I lay panting on my bathroom floor, staring up at the still-vibrating dildo, I knew I had awakened something in myself. Reaching down, I was absolutely soaked in a way I had never been before. The brief thought that I might have been trapped and forced to endure endless mechanical pleasure had set my mind on fire, and I immediately knew my search was over. It wasn't about what turned me on anymore; now, it was about the how of it. What was the best way for me to leverage this newfound interest of mine?
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