The last thing I expected in my morning newspaper was an article about female masturbation and male masturbation – the health benefits it can provide. My mother would have fainted at seeing a sex-related topic in mainstream media. Seeing the headline even surprised me if I’m being honest.
I couldn’t help myself—I had to read the article and once I finished it, well the truth was there in black and white. Masturbation is good for many reasons—like helping to fight depression and increase confidence. I always need less of one and more of the other. I couldn’t say it wasn’t true, though to be honest, I hadn’t bothered touching myself in quite a long time.
At lunch with some friends, I mentioned the article. They had read it too and blushed while we chatted in hushed tones to prevent anyone from overhearing our filthy conversation. I couldn’t help but touch my neck when I felt as though someone out there might hear. Checking the people around us in order to make sure they weren’t listening made me feel paranoid.
Why was I so afraid of others overhearing us talk about sex? It was such a taboo and here we were, whispering about things we had thought of trying, stories we had read that made us squirm, and yet… we hadn’t touched ourselves.
Or, if we had, it was hurried and quick and later full of shame. Even if it felt oh so good at the moment. I wanted to reconnect with my body.
No. I needed to reconnect with my sexual energies.
“Ladies, we need to remedy our issues with this topic.” The three of them looked up at me as if I had all the answers. I didn’t, but I knew someone who might.
“Let’s take a trip to the adult store.” Amelia and Char froze, wide-eyed. Sandra squared her shoulders and backed my play.
“We’re going to find some amazing toys and have some incredible orgasms of our own accord.” Sandra hadn’t lowered her voice and the couple sitting at the next table looked at us. The guy looked like he had choked on his water while the woman seemed intrigued.
Her words struck me like a hammer to a gong. Excitement ran through me and it reverberated, bringing Amelia and Char back to life. They were filled with the thrill of being naughty.
Once we paid our bill, we gathered our things and stood to leave, strangely hesitant. The ladies looked at me expectantly.
“Well, let’s go.” I couldn’t believe how excited Amelia sounded. They all stared at me. I grabbed my things and nodded.
“Wow, okay. You want to go now, then I guess we go now.” Laughing, we were all ready to find out a better way to pleasure ourselves, to relearn how our bodies responded to stimulation, manual and electronic.
Walking into the adult store was a trip and fate. We cracked jokes to bolster our resolve, and it turned out there was a class going on. They were discussing masturbation and self-care as if they went hand in hand. Exactly what we needed.
By the time the class was over, we each had a bag full of goodies. Lube, toys, lingerie—things to make us feel sexy and desirable. My heart felt like it was ready to burst. The thrill of new knowledge and the fantasies running through my mind had me in a tizzy. I needed to get home now.
Scattered, I headed home on auto-pilot. Tossing my keys on the side table and kicking off my shoes, I went straight to the bedroom to give the toy a whirl. And give it a whirl I did. I touched and caressed and teased myself into the almost-there territory. I didn’t know what was missing.
But then you called.
You asked what I wanted to do tonight. An idea formed and after agreeing on a time I headed back to the adult store to get a few more accoutrements for our date.
The shop assistants recognised me from earlier. I blushed and stammered telling them what I was looking for and they helped me find it. Along with more instructions when it came to tying up your partner and gagging them. Safe signals were a must if the bound person couldn’t speak.
While it was a lot, I knew we would make it work. We didn’t have to use the ball gag if you chose otherwise. Negotiation wasn’t new to either of us. I may have feared asking this of you at first. And baulked at asking questions in the masturbation class I wandered into but I knew we were capable.
Once home again, I showered and then made the bed up with clean sheets. I dressed for our date—a silky blouse, a pencil skirt that zipped up the back, and sexy fishnet stockings I knew would drive you insane with lust. I couldn’t wait to perform a striptease.
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It took me a few moments to figure out which chair would work for our needs and I attached the big fluffy cuffs for your ankles and then your wrists. Unable to help myself, I cuffed one of my wrists and wiggled around. As I giggled, I released my wrist and grabbed for my phone.
Picking out the music for the evening was a breeze with access to your playlist. Choosing songs with sultry tones and naughty lyrics would help, or so I hoped. This was all new to me and I followed my heart.
Shaking it off as best I could, I attached the wrist cuffs to the arms of the chair. I knew you cared about me. Even more so since you were willing to go this extra step tonight. Being at my mercy and unable to touch me wasn’t on your list of turn-ons that I knew.
But then I hear you enter downstairs and call my name. You’re here. I have candles lit and the table set for the light dinner you promised. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I bring out the wand later. The wait will be worth it, though.
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I hold my breath as I strap your ankles and wrists to the chair. You had been kind enough to put the ball gag on yourself. My hands had been shaking a little too much. The wine we had with dinner didn’t lessen the nervous tickle I couldn’t shake.
Trying new things always held an edge of fear. This is one I want to embrace. Now you’re settled in the chair, I sit on the edge of the bed. “Since we are unable to have a safe word, we’ll be doing a safe signal.” I try to sound like I know what I’m doing. There’s a bit of a hitch in my voice, I pause to shake it off. “You should be able to snap your fingers. Three snaps, then three more. I’ll free you, pet. Try it now.”
I watch your fingers as they snap three times, then three more. The cuffs rattle against the wooden arms of the chair. As I watch your fingers move, I bite my bottom lip. Hearing the snapping makes me smile and fills me with warmth. I didn’t realise just how hot I would get while binding you to the chair. The lacy underwear I wore clung to me, damp with my desire.
The music kicks on and sends a thrill zipping through me. You’re bound and a little squirmy. I’m in desperate need of an orgasm, or maybe three. As programmed, the lights dim and I stand.
“I hope you enjoy the show tonight.” I stroke your cheek, the straps of the ball gag just right against your skin. “I’d remove this but I know I’d give in to any begging to free you. It’s more for me than you.”
Running my fingertips along your collarbone, I wonder if you’ll reach your limit and signal for freedom. I’d respect the request, of course. Deep inside I worry you won’t like what I planned. Or that something will go sideways and it won’t be sexy. And then you look up at me, anticipation clear in the way you gaze at me. The lust in your features pushes my fears away.
Kissing the centre of your forehead, I step away to strip my clothes off. I feel your eyes watching as my fingers undo every button. Turning, I let the blouse slide down my arms and fall to the floor. Unzipping my skirt next reveals the lace undergarments beneath as it slides down my legs. I use my foot to toss the skirt away and face you again.
Lifting my foot, I place it on your shoulder and roll down the fishnet stocking, then switch to the other leg to do the same. I watch and revel in the feel of the straps as you rub your face against my ankle. I slide my fingers along your hair and pull you off gently. “Not tonight, pet.”
Just watching me strip has your desire peaking if your squirming is any indication.
I enjoy seeing your hands grip the arms of the chair you’re bound to, wishing you were gripping my arms or my hips. But instead, I’m going to show you how I like to be touched. The beat of the music in the background reaches into my soul. And I move.
Touching myself, shifting my hips the way the music dictates, gliding my fingers along skin I want you to lick, kiss, and nibble. Pinching my nipples in time when the bass thump, thump, thumps. I watch your throat as you swallow and I swallow hard in response.
Running my fingers along my collarbone to the back of my neck, I flip my hair out away from my body. The music has me now. I’m in its loving embrace. My skin is heated and glistening. I can see the sheen on your forehead as you stare at me. You look afraid to blink as if you might miss something important.
Placing my hands on your forearms, I bend over, my breasts teasing you as I whisper in your ear. Sliding my nails along your skin, I grin when the little hairs stand at attention. The scent of your flesh makes me bite my lip. I want to grind myself against you. Resisting is hard but I force myself back to the task at hand.
“You watching me…” I nip your earlobe. “I’m so fucking horny right now and I think that’s part of the reason why.” I can see the pulse jumping in your neck and the way your neck muscles tighten. Your fingers stretch to get a touch but I back away and tut.
“Naughty pet. Where did you want to touch?” Your gaze moves from place to place on my body and I touch them. My hip bone, my breast, then slide my fingers between my thighs along my labia.
Running my fingers along my lips sends a spark of excitement through me. Stronger than I expected. Sitting at the end of the bed, I fan myself for a moment. I need to find that spot again. I scoot back on the bed and spread my legs. Your eyes widen as I glide my fingers along my opening. I’m wet. So wet.
Lifting my damp fingers up, I can smell the desire on me. It’s heady. Darting my tongue out to taste isn’t enough and I end up sucking my fingers clean.
For a moment, I forget about you watching me as I revel in the taste of myself. In the past, I’ve tasted my juices mixed with my partner but never just myself. A guttural moan from you brings me back to the present. I feel like a deer caught in headlights, my heart races in my chest as you struggle against the ropes that bind.
Laying back against the pillows I rub myself against the sheets. The feel against my skin isn’t enough. There’s an itch I need to scratch. Dipping my fingers between my labia lips again, I delve deeper, probing. Teasing myself as much as you are being teased.
While playing with my pussy, I glide the nails of my other hand along my skin, leaving trails that vanish almost as quickly as they appear. My hips rock up as I push my fingers down, wishing it was your hand. Or your tongue. Some part of you making love to me.
My eyes roll closed and my hips rock faster. My other hand digs into the sheet, gripping it as my inner walls clench my fingers in pleasure. Taking a deep breath when I recall how to inhale, I look at you. A sheen of sweat glistens on your bare skin. I lick my lips and then lazily lift myself to crawl to the edge of the bed.
My knees are weak but I push myself up so I can touch you again. Another torment for both of us. Nuzzling my face into your neck, I place a kiss in the spot that drives you to dizzying heights. The scent of you and the taste of your salty skin on my tongue amps up my desire.
Laying back on the bed, I squirm against it in an attempt to force it to conform to my body. It doesn’t comply. Instead, it warms my flesh and helps sate my desire to be touched by you. Not completely. Just enough to keep going.
“I have a surprise for you. Well, not exactly for you. You’ll see.” Reaching further up the bed, I find the wand I’d hidden in the covers. I sit up and present it to you like a precious gift. When I press the power button, I see your eyes widen. My own widen as well. I hadn’t used any toys like this one before.
Testing the power of the vibrating head, I press it against my nipple. I jump and then giggle. It’s powerful and it feels incredible against my nerve endings. I do it again and hold it there a little longer. Biting my lip to hold in a moan doesn’t work. My eyes close and my throat works as I gasp. Whimpers sound as I exhale. It’s as though the nerves in that nipple lead straight to my happy spot.
“If I’m not careful, I could lose myself in this toy. Do you want to see me lose myself, pet?” The nod you give is emphatic. I want to come apart for you. I want you to see me fall to pieces and then watch those pieces meld back together again.
Using the wand, I touch it to my other nipple to see if it has the same effect. It’s not as strong as before, but it does work me into a tizzy. I need to know how it will feel on my clit but I don’t want to move that fast either.
The need to draw out my pleasure is also a wonderful way to torment you to the edge of madness. And perhaps beyond. To teach you that you’re not the only one who can play with me the way you do. That I’m learning how I like to be touched and pinched and fondled too.
Sliding the vibrating wand down my abdomen, I skim it over my labia. The tease sends me reeling for more and I press harder, this time aiming for the button of my clit. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
I get a glimpse of you shifting against the chair. Perhaps you’re hoping to get some relief. I mirror your movement with the wand. Squirming against the head the way you try to rub yourself against the chair. Is it giving you any kind of relief or is all your wiggling driving you deeper into the madness of desire?
I fight the urge to squeeze the head of the wand to my sensitive folds and instead open my legs for you to watch. Ripples of pleasure move through me from my centre. Pressing the heels of my feet into the bed, I’m able to steady my rocking body. A thick feeling infuses my limbs, like warm honey coating my muscles. I feel heavy, so heavy.
Letting the wand drop, I go back to using my fingers. Pinching my nipples and using my nails to ignite sparks of pain along my abdomen. I use one hand to spread my pussy open and the other to fuck myself until the orgasm has me writhing and gasping.
Basking in the glow of climax, my breathing steadies and I allow myself to drift, knowing that you’re bound and unable to touch me or whisper dirty words into my ear. Slowly regaining myself, I watch you. You’re sitting very still and looking at me with such intensity I can almost feel it glide along my flesh.
Once I recover, I sit up. It feels as though an ember flickered deep inside me. With the right touch, I knew I could fan it into ablaze. I smile at you and touch your cheek. I allow you to rub your face against my palm, feeling the rough fabric of the straps against my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, pet. It was so good of you to give me this tonight.” I undo the clasps on the ball gag and remove it with care. Picking up my blouse, I wipe your face. Taking my time, I unbind your wrist and ankles, rubbing them as I do. Checking in with you.
“Well, did you enjoy tonight?” I run my fingers along your arm again, up to your collarbone, and touch your lips. You press a kiss to my fingertips and smile.
“You are so beautiful and yes, I enjoyed watching you pleasure yourself tonight.” The tip of your tongue against the palm of my hand as you kiss me causes tingles to trace up my arm.
“Well, pet. I’ve shown you how I like to be touched. Now it’s your turn.”
The End
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