Wednesday
14:44 Having a little period of grace from working at the moment makes me value it all the more with this challenge that I have set myself. Were I working, I wonder if I would find the time, and more importantly the energy to get to the average of ten orgasms a day.
As Tuesday’s ten were reached through…natural means only – Mister’s and my own fingers and his cock - I thought I would go to the other end of the spectrum by seeing how I fared with using toys only. This afternoon I played around with taking photos of some of my vibrators, dildos and a cock ring placed in the centre of my colour wheel of sex toys.
Not all of these are used, in fact the blue cock at 9 o’clock is covered in red feathery fluff from a distintegrated feather duster.
My first selection was the Lelo Mia (the little purple bullet vibe at 1 o’clock). This is one my favourites. Good, rumbly lower vibrations along with higher settings that pack a powerful kick. Took me a little while to get into it, but highly satisfying, leaving me snuggly and content.
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Well, now I am writing on Thursday morning to update about where I got to on Wednesday night. Oh. My. Fucking. God. So my plans to have a toy-only orgasm day went out the window. And I had started so well. Le sigh.
Earlier in the evening I had stated to Mister my intentions to have my wicked way with him in the Chair to have a delicious reply of ‘oh no’ spoken back at me. In his trepidation and excitement, I gleaned. He knows how I can get a bit carried away when I have him tied down in the restraints with very little wriggle room.
We move now to that very scene. As I waited for him to steel himself with a cigarette outside, I warmed myself up with Orgasm No.2 of the day, again with the Mia. See? Already my plans to try a different toy for each orgasm had failed. This wasn’t looking good for my intentions.
Happily things picked up rather well after that. I began by accidently flashing Mister as he sat opposite me. I was wearing my now infamous crotchless, backless, frontless! Knickers of Impossibility and the Maggie bra under my silken black nightdress that makes me look ever so slightly like a French maid what with the white embroidered hems. I looked fucking hot, if I do say so myself. My climax minutes before had placed me in a slinky, Minxy mood. Soon the nightdress had been removed and Mister was treated to a twirl from me. Yes, I can be quite an exhibitionist.
A quick standing fondle and kiss of Mister and I had him kneel on the floor to then lean forward face-down on the chair in the living room as I shackled him snugly into the soft material of the restraints. These are officially over the door cuffs, but I have found they work perfectly on the slats of the chair in question. One of Mister’s DIY Kinky discoveries. Standing up, I took off my bra and was poised, hands on my hips gazing at the beautiful sight of this strong forceful man kneeling away from me. Utterly subject to my whims now. His breathing had calmed itself into a steady pace to deepen and rise when my attentions moved to the vicious clawings he requested. At one point he told me he could take more and I dug into his flesh more deeply, pinching into his bum and delivering slow, deliberate raking movements up and down his back. From time to time I would lean down to him, clutch and twist at his hair and draw him into a kiss, my breasts pressing into his back. As I spanked and scratched, his body writhed in such glorious ways, I felt the immersion into the Minx quite strongly at seeing his muscles flex and contort, especially his shoulders. He brought one knee to the side, causing the muscle on his right buttock tense more than the left. My subsequent swipes and scratches bloomed all the more scarlet from that.
But what of my own target of ten orgasms? I was up to 2/10 and so far I have only told you of the attention I gave Mister. Well here is when the tide turned. The delight of being a switch.
What I unleashed from those shackles was pure Sex. Unbridled.
Soon he had me standing up in as he stood at ninety degrees to me and placed one hand directly on my pussy, fingers pressing into my labia and clitoris as he returned some of those swipes I had paid him minutes before. Relentlessly, firmly he brought his palm onto my buttocks and I quickly lost my head for balance and leaned forward to brace myself on the low coffee table. It must have been a great sight for Mister but he didn’t take stock for long as he only increased the pace of his fingers working at me. In my head I had started to count from my total of two.
By Orgasm No.9 he had me on all fours, screwing up the blanket I had lain on the floor into balls of material between my fists.
9, I breathlessly whispered to signal to him that we were on the home run of my average target of ten per day.
Let’s see if we can do all 100 in one night, shall we? he taunted, removing my remaining underwear. Ten minutes to put on, seconds to tear from my body.
My eyes bulged at his words, mouth gaped open and my head snapped around to stare at him in disbelief. Part of me knew he surely must be teasing.
I never knew he could be so competitive.
He had me locked in a position that was an adapted form of being across his lap with my knickers fallen to half-way down my thighs. I was on all fours, hands and knees on the floor, but his own knee was holding my up at the stomach. That, paired with his hand clamped onto my cunt and the directed spanking he was still subjecting me to meant I couldn’t wriggle away like I usually do when the orgasms become overwhelming. Each time I tried he uttered variants of the phrase, Get back here, you.
By Orgasm No.20 I just about managed to all but collapse in a shuddering, jolting, electrified heap of nerves and gasps. He promptly moved me to slouch on the sofa and carried on regardless. My knickers seemed to have disappeared completely by this point. He did give me a breather between Nos. 21 and 22, thankfully. Here we spoke, or rather he talked to me and I mumbled some incoherent words of affection and admiration at him. The tone of voice was right, at least.
At 25 I had to stop him and finally pushed his hand away.
When…do I…get…your…your cock?
You can have it now, if you like.
Sourcing the residual energy that was left in me from the farthest reaches of my toes to the tips of my fingers, I took hold of Mister’s shoulders and pulled him to the floor with me.
26…
…27
1…
…28
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Day 2: 28/10 (!!!) LadyP-caused: 2. Mister-caused: 26.
Accumulative total: 38/100
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The Knickers of Impossibility, finally!
