Mina Button's blog

kink and feminism and stuff…formerly known as Absinthe Cocktail.

Moving In

Things have been kind of hectic lately, but also kind of really awesome at the same time.  Long story short, Garnet is sort of moving in with me.  ”Sort of”because my house is tiny and not a great amount of space for more than one person, and also because they have other options for places to stay and will probably be doing that some of the time.  But we’re spending lots of time together and also working on getting back to where we were with D/s before everything became super chaotic last summer.  Also, I’m working a lot and have written some guest posts for Submissive Guide.  So there’s a lot going on, but the majority of it is good stuff.

So with the living situation, and the D/s situation, masturbation has seemed complicated to me.  I haven’t really been on a masturbation schedule since before I started on mymeds, but I’m supposed to let Garnet know if I’ve jerked off.  But I feel weird, like, furtively wanking in another room if they’re home…and possibly even more weird just doing it when they’re right there.  I brought this up the last time I felt like masturbating, and they laughed.  I asked if I could jerk off, and they said “Of course.  You can also ask to be fucked, you know.  I know sometimes just jerking off is what you need…”

“Um…would you be interested in fucking me, Sir?”

“What do you want?” they asked.

“Fingers?”  I said.  Finger fucking is, of course, one of my favorite things.  They agreed and I wriggled out of my pyjamas and laid down.  They stroked my bits, then slid their fingers over my clit, teasing and warming me up before pushing their fingers inside me.  Once they were in, they gradually increased speed and pressure, making me squirm and moan and try to push against them, trying to get more.  I felt so yummy and filled up, and as they fucked me they asked how it felt, if I liked being filled up and used.  Of course I did.  I felt like their toy, a plaything to be fucked and opened and filledinwhatever way amused them most.  I felt so much like a toy, in fact, that I was starting to wonder if it made sense for me to actually get off while this was going on.  I held up the Form 2.  ”Um…Ifeel kind of selfish asking this, Sir, but may I use this?”

They smirked, “You know I like feeling you clench around me when you come.”

“Oh, yes,” I said, “I guess even dolls and playthings get to come when their owner wants them to, huh?”  They nodded encouragingly, and I held the vibrator to my clit.  Everything felt amazing, but I just wasn’t getting there.  They asked if I needed to switch to the Hitachi and I nodded, they picked it up and pressed it against me, flipping the switch.  They started playing with where they put it, teasing the almost-too-sensitive head of my clit.  I must have made a sound or a face orsomething then, because they stopped and asked what I needed.  ”Could I hold the Hitachi, please, Sir?  Just so I can come once?  You can torture me with it after if you’d like…”  They agreed and handed me the wand.

When I did come (the first time at least), it was amazing.  My orgasms have been super intense lately and I don’t know why, though I’m not complaining.

They kept fucking me, pausing occasionally to slap my tits or bite my thigh.  It continued to feel amazing, and after a little while they had me get out a new dildo I’d recently acquired so we could try it out.  It’s bright and colorful, with a sharp curve, and it’s kind of…pokey.  It was hard to take it very deep, as the end was pokey enough to actually hurt, so they pulled back, rocking the tip against mygspot.  They worked mygspot and pressed the Hitachi to my clit, and I came more, until I lost count of the orgasms.  Finally, I was gasping that I felt like I was going to squirt, and they pulled out the dildo and pressed down with the Hitachi.  I cried out as I squirted, not really noticing or caring that I was just laying on the bed with no Fascinator or even a towel under me.  When it seemed like I was done squirting, they shifted the wand and suddenly even more liquid was pouring out of me, splashing against the bed, and Garnet was laughing delightedly.  ”You totally just pissed the bed!” they said when it was over.

“What?  Did I?” I asked.

“Yeah, can’t you smell that?”  They were grinning.  I sniffed.  It definitely smelled like pee, and the second rush of liquid had felt distinctly different from the first, when I’d definitely beensquirting.  I was laying in a puddle of my own piss.  And I’d come so much that I wasn’t sure I could move.  Garnet laughed at me more, telling me how dirty I was, what a slut.  They examined the bite mark bruise that was already coming up on my thigh.  I love bruises from their bite marks.

And, of course, I have to write about it here every time we play or have sex.  Which includes writing about pissing on the bed, and myself, which is maybe causing me to blush right now.

Like I said, there’s a lot going on right now, but so much of it is good.

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