[MF] Go hard with your toy

From time to time it happens that Hubby gets lost in a theme, a way of playing, a kink or another fascination. If you look at the content, you might get the idea that it's too repetitive, that a lack of variety makes for boredom, but the nice thing about little obsessions is that you can get stuck into them to see how far you can take it. As Hubby is now letting off steam on me in a very productive way, I would like to tell you about it.

As I don't like to leave things to chance and want to be prepared, my part starts a little earlier. It feels like the beginning is almost indistinguishable from a gymnastics class. Arms and legs are loosened up, muscles are warmed up, the body is stretched and the mind is energised. Once I can be sure that I have enough flexibility, the journey continues in the bathroom. In the shower, I'm currently supported by a small but thick tentacle made of black silicone. Whilst its tip is more reminiscent of my little finger, the shaft is more like a can of cola. My bum should make it to the lower third so that I can be sure that my butt is ready for a cock. Thanks to its suction cup, the little one then moves on to the next station. So while I let him stretch me again, the rest follows for more sensory pleasure. Powder and fragrance, hairstyle up and down, plus subtle accentuation of eyes and lips.

I arrive punctually at the agreed time at the desired location. Tonight it's the kitchen at home. Short distances and familiar surroundings. As requested, I'm wearing thick white socks that reach my knees. I'm also wearing white trainers, my golf gloves and a baseball cap. From a certain point onwards, I no longer question my hubby and simply go along with them. That saves time and Hubby has one more reason to appreciate me. Hubby himself presents himself in black.

The game begins in silence and Hubby slowly moves around me. He scrutinises me, examines me and (I hope) is satisfied with what is presented to him. His finger touches me gently in various places on my body. He glides over my skin, lifts one breast to check the weight and scratches my back very carefully. I suppress my reactions. I mustn't show myself to be submissive too quickly. Hubby wants to conquer me, but when he runs his finger over my labia and a shiny film appears on his finger in the light, there's no hiding the fact that he's a bit too compliant

He helps me onto the worktop and guides me into a camel pose. Stretched out, I wait to see what happens next. His hand moves under my lap. Fingers dipped in lubricant transform the space between my buttocks into a lubricated crevice. Curious fingers seeking an entrance. Curious fingers that find an entrance. Greedy fingers plunging into me. Testing what is possible. Testing how much is possible. Three fingers are possible. Three fingers in an undulating motion, making my bum smack. The black tentacle has done a good job.

A bowl is placed on the worktop. Golf balls roll around in it. Hubby takes one after the other and pushes them into my bum with a steady hand. I can feel the sound of golf balls hitting each other inside me. Hubby stuffs and stuffs until he is satisfied. He lifts me off the disc and stands me upright. Time to immerse myself in his new obsession.

The first thin rope (taken twice) goes over my hips and gets a loop under my belly button. The two pieces of rope now move over my mons veneris, past my little pearl between my labia and on between my buttocks back to the level of my hips. A strong pull with a knot fixes everything and I can feel the friction on my clitoris. The ropes now move in the opposite direction. Four ropes that close my arse, then continue and now fix the outer labia, back to the level of my belly button to keep everything taut with a knot. My lips pulsate under the pressure and the slightest movement rubs sadistically as several golf balls make their need to get out known.

The second rope travels across my chest, under my arms and finds its first anchorage on my back, where it is pulled taut. The next coil is placed under my breasts and anchored behind my back again. Corrections and tightening lace the breasts together. At the end, the rope travels over my shoulder, connecting all the elements and holding itself in place.

A third rope ties itself to the knots on my back, wraps around my arms and also secures them behind my back. My range of movement becomes smaller and smaller, while my labia slowly turn red.

The fourth rope begins with a knot between my breasts. Hubby grips my breasts like a farmer inspecting a ripe fruit. He wraps one strand of the rope tightly around each of my breasts. Twice tight and then fixed again with knots. Fruits that could burst at any moment and yet doesn't. Fixed and swollen like this, Hubby makes me squat down. The golf balls squeeze again, but the ropes hold. He presses his cock against my mouth. He pushes his cock into my mouth. Semi-rigid, he is no danger to my throat. Hubby waits and I wait with him. Blood pulsates in his veins and I can feel the swelling. His left hand presses against the back of my head, his right squeezes my nose shut. I gasp, I cough, I choke and try to swallow the slippery thing in my mouth. As I swallow, his cock pushes behind me. I have to gag again and my body twitches. A golf ball pushes halfway out of my bum and I feel the pressure and counter-pressure. Then Hubby pulls out, I take a deep breath and as a sign of my will, I stick my tongue out to lick the last strands of saliva from his shaft.

Cleaned up, Hubby helps me to stand up. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out two things. The first is a pair of surgical scissors, which he uses to cut the ropes around my hips. They fall bluntly to the floor and the release of pressure softens my knees. Hubby picks up a few of the ropes and wraps them around each other. He asks me to bite down. I obey. Then he places the second object from the drawer on my vagina. Vibrations resonate through my abdomen. My eyes roll back a little, I bite down harder and breathe heavily. Hubby's free hand grips my neck, holding me upright and immobilised while I boil inside. Then it happens, I briefly lose control of my body and the kitchen echoes with the sound of a golf ball hitting stone tiles. Hubby doesn't stop. Both hands are now pressing tighter against me. The sounds change. In the kitchen it sounds more like an animal puffing, interspersed with sharp sounds and the noises golf balls make when they hit flagstones.

II slump down and lie face down on the stone. My bum is holding up bravely. Hubby tests the sensitivity of my cunt. Too sensitive for what's to come. Then he pushes his cock into my bum. Without resistance, he simply slides into me as far as it will go. Accompanied by smacking noises, like an oiled piston, Hubby goes wild. When he lets go of me, I can feel that my butt is still open.

Once again I am stood upright. Again a hand moves to my neck and a vibration through my lap. My eyes roll again. I stutter and drool. Some words of mercy, then my body twitches again, I spasm and tense up. Air squeezes out of my body and, ashamed, I slump back down on the flagstones. Hubby tests the sensitivity of my cunt again. Again too sensitive for what's to come. Then he pushes his cock into my bum again. No resistance, right up to the stop. Smacking, we go into the second round. My arse remains open again as he lets go of me.

While I accept my role, Hubby is already off to new things. What could he do now that is one step further than last time? He reaches for the golf balls again. He pushes them into my bum again. The vibrator with the thick head presses against my anus. He switches it on and presses. Switches the vibration up and pushes further until he pushes it inside me. Under the violent vibrations, everything is transferred to the golf balls. Irritated by the impressions and sensations, I don't know what to do with myself. Hubby, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants. He has already put on a condom and is now using my face as a masturbation aid. Saliva runs out of the corners of my mouth as I gag and get pushed up and down his shaft. Tears mix with the saliva and as Hubby presses my nose into his pubic hair, I lose control of my body. As a small wave of bodily fluids, lube and hard commodities wash over our stone floor, Hubby ejaculates, panting, into the condom stuck in my throat with his cock. A small bubble from my nose completes my situation.

The aftercare moves to the shower. Under hot water and juicy kisses, I feel his affection. Affection that is apparently filled with blood again and pushes itself into my bum without resistance...