Buttsex (among other things) is Magic
Posted in Uncategorized on January 30, 2012 by MinaButtonGarnet and I hadn’t really been to a big party together since we officially started our relationship. It’s hard to make plans, and I keep acquiring more hours at work, and, of course, we are always at the mercy of the whims of public transportation. But this is one of the many, many reasons I was so excited to go to a big, awesome public party as Garnet’s girlfriend and submissive.
On the way there, we found ourselves in an empty subway car. We glanced around and saw that no one could see us, and she had me bend over and hold the subway pole. She gave me a few good smacks, then pushed me against the seats and held me by the throat and kissed me roughly. She rubbed at my c lit through my jeans. I wish we’d had more time, but of course people got on at the next stop.
The party was fun. It was definitely…different than I remember things being in the past. Somehow I have very much lost the knack of meeting new people, and I hadn’t gone out in about six months, and like I’ve said several times before, I have not kept up my friendships the way I should. Still, it was nice to see people I hadn’t seen in a long time. I got to be part of a human sculpture exhibition, which was extremely fun and I may write more about it another time. I also got to see some exciting things, like an awesome violet wand scene on a bondage chair that had tentacles, and an actual for realz squildo in person.
But of course, the high points of my night were because of Garnet.
I get beaten for typos. Do you all know that? Every time I make a typo here, on in a text to Garnet, it earns me a stroke of the cane (or crop or hand or whathaveyou). I have amassed a lot of punishment due to this rule, mostly because when I’m sleepy or very turned on or in a hurry autocorrect is not my friend. So I had earned over 100 hits…but because Garnet takes good care of me, she decided she would give me 50 that night.
I had bought her a new riding crop earlier in the day, a long whippy black and red one. We scouted around and eventually found a little bit of space, on a little square landing. She let me keep my shorts on, and I bent over and clutched the railing in front of me and agreed to count the strokes. She pulled back and landed the first one across my ass…and I collapsed, doubled over and sobbing. I’m still not 100% sure why I started crying so hard and so suddenly. It’s true I haven’t done much pain play lately, and that crop stings, but mostly I think I was crying because I felt like I had really let Garnet down. I hated thinking I’d disappointed her. She kissed me and petted my hair and checked in with me that I was okay to keep going. I told her I was and got back into position. I counted, loudly, as she started again. My body kept wanting to straighten out, to avoid the blows. She yelled at me to stay bent over, to keep my ass out, and I fought hard against my instincts to try to stay in position. Still, I kept trying not to straighten up. I need more practice. I kept counting, and made it to 47, counting each stinging hit in a loud, clear voice. The last three came in fast succession, and I couldn’t count them. I just kind of slid to the floor crying again.
I’ve still got at least 50 more to go…
We took a little break then, and Garnet let me rub her feet. Our friend Lizzie wandered up around the time I was finishing, and Garnet asked her if she’d like me to rub her feet. It was interesting giving someone else a foot rub…pleasant, but so very different from the intensity of rubbing Garnet’s feet.
The evening was kind of winding down for both of us when we decided to find a spot for to fuck me. We had talked about her fucking my ass at the party, and we’d even tried to throw a big scene together around it (which sadly fell through), and now it was time. I was a little nervous. I’d never really been fucked with anything besides fingers at a party before, and this was going to be a kind of sex that’s especially exciting and vulnerable for me.
We found a spot on a bench, and Garnet strapped on a smooth, curved cock that I actually bought her specifically for fucking my ass. I was really excited to finally be using it. She had me bend over and take down my shorts and tights and undies, and she began to warm me up. I was surprised at how quickly I slid open for her. She pressed the tip of the cock against me and began to slide it in, then paused and asked if she should turn it around. I asked if she would, and we paused while she flipped it so that it curved downwards. Then, she slid it inside me.
I really like anal sex. I feel like I must have mentioned it here before, but if I haven’t, let me say it now–I really like anal sex. I pushed back on her cock, bouncing on it a little, wiggling against it and loving the way it felt, all that smoothness sliding inside me. Garnet started out slow, but as it became apparent how much I was enjoying it, she sped up. I feel like I said encouraging things, though I don’t actually remember what they were. She held me down and pulled my hair and moaned and growled in my ear. It was impossibly hot, her holding me like that and pushing her cock into my ass, gradually getting harder and faster and rougher with me. Her fingers slid over my clit, and I was close, so very close, to coming, but it was hard to keep the rhythm between her fingers on me and her cock in my ass. I asked if I could use a vibrator–I actually hadn’t brought any of my usual high-tech rechargeable ones, but I did have a little watch-battery bullet in my bag, the sort of thing that would never get me off in a million years by itself. She gave me permission.
I turned on the bullet and held it against myself as Garnet pushed her cock into me, as I pushed back onto her cock, wanting to take it as deep as I could, wanting to be filled up, to be as thoroughly fucked as I could be by her. ”Come for me,” she growled in my ear, “I want to feel you squeeze my cock.” I whispered “Oh, fuck,” and then I was coming and I screamed it out over and over, “Oh FUCK, OH FUCK…” until I collapsed against the back of the bench. I hoped, vaguely, that I hadn’t disturbed the people on the other side of the bench. They didn’t seem to mind.
Garnet put some needles in my thighs while I was still coming down from the high of her fucking me. I kind of love the way she hurts me when I’m all sensitive and euphoric after sex. This sex, though, was particularly intense, even for us, and I couldn’t take much pain. I was actually pretty shaky and out-of-it until after we left the party a little while later.
I couldn’t have asked for a better experience.