First things first, I need to set the stage for this one. I've been alluding to this experience since I returned from my trip. I feel like I've put lots of pressure on myself to write this with just the right amout of accuracy and description, to give this Twilight Zone experience the attention it deserves.
Mr. G turns me on. (um, duh, big revelation there.) But I mean he turns me on to the point that I'm almost drunk with it. There's been times on the phone when he's just teasing me and has made me so out of my head turned on, I have to lie on the couch and just clench my thighs together because it's the only thing that will keep me from exploding. So you can imagine how much more intense this is when I'm actually in the same room with him. One time, he kissed me and just barely touched the tip of his tongue to my lips and I swear I almost passed out. Yes, he kissed me and I almost swooned. I kid you not.
I loved proving to him how much I wanted to please him and help him cum and be his whore in that way, and that it's not all about my selfish pleasure. I felt like such a good girl, like I was a slave he could be proud to own. But I also was so primed and ready and turned on, I had to change panties multiple times. I felt so horny, I don't feel that I can properly describe it. It's like I felt even more under his control. Even more his toy, his plaything. His girl that he can keep blissfully horny.
But I didn't feel the frustration, the pent-up, I want to hurt myself feeling I get when I get really turned on and don't get fucked or get permission to rub one off almost immediately. It was more like I was high on something. My body felt like all my nerve endings were buzzing, but I wasn't in hyper mode, it was more like I was moving in slow motion. I was so turned on, a rub across my nipple, through my shirt and bra could make me moan. And my nipples aren't even really that sensitive. But I'd moan and rub my legs together and my Master would laugh which would only make me almost embarrassed that I was such a slut. (which only just turns me on more!)
And then, this one night. We're watching “Pumping Iron”, the 70's bodybuilding movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger and Lou Ferrigno. As a side note, I do not get turned on in the least by oiled up muscle heads flexing and comparing biceps while in the shower or wearing tiny bikinis. That's not to say that I don't have gladiator/cage fighting type fantasies, but that's a whole different blog. I only say this to explain that we weren't watching anything like porn or anything even remotely sexy. We watched a wide range of things, but I can tell you, this might have been the least sexy thing we watched.
So we are lying side by side in bed. He's just absentmindedly touching me, not even teasing me or being sexual, just touching me. And he's is rubbing my leg and all of a sudden, he rubs behind my knee. And it was like whoa! I said “careful, sir.” because I realized he just hit a BIG errogenous zone. It felt like he'd rubbed his fingers across my clit! I swear! I might have even tried to pull my leg away, the feeling was so strong. Which, of course, prompted him to grab my leg and hold it in place and rub the back of my knee even more intensely.
I can only say that it really felt like he was rubbing my clit. He started saying all the filthy things that he says to me that makes me feel like I'm going to explode, and that combined with his rubbing of my spot, it wasn't too long before I was begging him to cum. It felt like how it does with my clit, with the feeling building and building and building. And that was the kind of orgasm I had. My clit orgasms, I imagine, are the most like a guy's orgasm. Big, explosive, draining. That was the kind of orgasm I had. From him rubbing the back of my knee. Even just now as I'm typing this, he called and we both just had a good laugh at how bizarre that sounds.
As soon as I'd stopped shivering and gasping, I was horrified. There's lots of times after I cum really hard for him, I get shy. It's almost like, wow, I can't believe what a slut I just was. But this was different. I feel like such a freak! To cum that hard from him rubbing the back of my knee. That's just weird, dude. Seriously.
And I tried to hide my face, I was like....I can't believe that just happened. But Mr. G never lets me hide from him. He turned me around and made me look at him and asked what's going on. And I said I feel like a freak. That was so intense, so bizarre. He said the perfect thing, something to the effect of it just shows how much control he has over me and that it's a good thing. So, thankfully, I quickly got over the horror. It's almost like the embarrassment was much more intense, just like the orgasm was so intense. Even now, I'm blushing as I type this. I'm a fucking weirdo.
And this spontaneous orgasm thing happened a second time. This time didn't quite have the surprise-factor the first time had and he was, technically, touching my pussy. But he was stroking me through my panties. It's not like he was fingerfucking me or rubbing my clit. The only touching was through the material and even then, just light touching. He wasn't grabbing my pussy, or cupping it, or smacking it or anything. He just lightly touched me and whispered dirty fucking hot things in my ear and made me cum so hard like that. Just like when he rubbed my knee, or when he's rubbed my clit. Thankfully, he told me to make notes, so I actually wrote a couple of things he said down, which typing them right now is going to make me want to put my hand in my panties right this second (I won't. Don't worry, Master).
“You're my whore.”
“I own your body.”
“Remember what it feels like to cum for me.”
I hope I don't ever forget.
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