Halloween Play

This is my first Literotica story. I welcome constructive feedback.

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I was standing in a room full of people dressed like total weirdos, and I was no different. The Halloween party I'm at had been organised by someone in my extended friends circle and I'd been there for almost an hour. I'd hung around because I expected some of my friends to turn up, but most clearly had decided not to come, or the couple that had didn't stay for long. I spent the time chatting and introducing myself to people, but was about to head home. Tonight was a flop for me. It happens.

I paused when I saw a beautiful woman with red hair and bright smile under a masquerade ball-style mask, wearing a shiny blue bunny-girl-style costume with lace sides, fishnet stockings and black heels walking my way. She was so striking that I started when she began talking to me.

"I love these kinds of parties, don't you? I'm Laura."

"Hi, I'm Mike. Yeah, most of the time. But my friends bailed on me, so I'm a bit of a fish out of water. I was thinking of heading home."

"That's a shame, but I know how you feel," she agreed, sympathetically. "But before you go, how about we sit over there, have a chat and do some people watching?"

Nodding, we headed over to a sofa on the other side of the room.

We chatted for some time, with one of us occasionally pointing out a particularly good or awful costume. "Who comes to a party wearing a bin bag as a ghost costume?" I whispered to her about one howler.

"Maybe they're going for 'ironic'?" she offered, then saw my sceptical look. "No, me neither. I've got nothing."

The conversation flowed for a while, before she said, "Well, I think I've seen everything, so to speak, and I've had an idea." She paused to gauge whether I wanted to hear it, and continued, "How about we go somewhere else?"

I may be alone at a party, but I'm not stupid. A beautiful woman I've been talking easily with has just given me the 'why don't we go somewhere quieter?' line.

"Where did you have in mind?" I asked.

"My place?" she asked. "It's only a few doors down."

And with that we left the party. Along the way, she gave hints that this was not a platonic situation: flirty and just a little handsy, and I responded in kind, making it clear we were both interested.

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By the time we got through her front door, the indirect social negotiations had been completed, and we went into her living room. She grabbed us both a drink and said I should use the bathroom (complete with cute sign for guests), so I did, and we sat down on her sofa to chat. As we got to know each other better, we soon progressed beyond chatting.

After spending some time pleasantly this way, Laura suggested we take things further. "I'm into you Mike, and you're clearly into me," she emphasised her point by looking down at the shiny material of my costume trousers, where something was obviously straining to get out. "I want you to be in me, and I want to be in you. How about it?" And she flashed me a horny smile.

An odd word choice, but maybe she's a bit of a hippy - 'my soul is in you, and your soul is in me' kind of stuff? Either way: sold!

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she said.

I wondered what was uncomfortable about a sofa, but followed her when she got up headed towards her to her bedroom and discovered... it wasn't a bedroom. It was what is best euphemistically described as a "play room", but more accurately as a BDSM dungeon. The dim red and blue room lighting showed a padded bench (with straps), a padded table (with straps), a couple of large chairs (with straps and fittings), and some other furniture. The walls displayed various instruments more typical in a horse tack shop, clothing and accessories, and a workbench along one wall held all sorts of things: bottles, more instruments, toys, and things I didn't even recognise.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed, as I stopped in my tracks, taking it all in. "This is quite the... playroom?" A question. It was my first time seeing one in real life.

"Isn't it? Welcome to my happy place," she said, walking around to face me and smiling. "With imagination, practice, patience and time, there's nothing this room can't do."

I looked at Laura carefully, wondering if I'd made a mistake. But her smile and eyes were kind but excited, and her mannerisms were genuine. She seemed to genuinely want to share this room and its experiences with me.

This was unfamiliar territory for me, but I definitely wasn't averse to it. The idea excited me. I was going to experience something new, pleasurable and fun with a beautiful woman who was into me and knew what she was doing.

"So, what now?" I asked, uncertain of myself.

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"Now we have some fun," she replied. "First, are you still up for it?"

Slightly apprehensive, but not picking up any warning signs (other than, you know, standing in her personal goddamned dungeon), I said, "Yeah, I'm still up for it."

"Second, what do you know about safe words or traffic lights in the kink context?" she asked.

"I've heard of safe words, but that's it. Kind of like the emergency stop button on machinery?"

"Exactly. Some people use them, and they're fine for experienced players or certain dynamics, but the traffic light system is what we'll use. It allows for course correction, works for any level of experience, and tends to be a better experience for everyone," and she proceeded to explain how it all works. "In short, the dominant - that'll be me," she flashed a smile and gave a wave, like a cute dork, "acts as needed to keep or get back to Green. Oh, and you can call out Yellow or Red at any time - don't wait for me to ask."

I blinked. "That's quite a lot to take in," I said, and thought through what she'd told me. "But it seems to make sense: Green is good, Yellow is warning and Red is stop, right?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Consent is important and the submissive - that'll be you, at least tonight - needs to be able to trust the dominant to not injure them, physically or psychologically. And it's important that when I ask how you are or how you feel that you give me your traffic light colour first, and then whatever else you want to say. Is that okay?"

"Okay. This is a new world for me, so it sounds intense, but I understand why," and I smiled, reassuringly. "Now what?"

"Next, I want you naked." Laura stood looking at me and waiting, as if she'd just asked me to pass the salt.

"We're not in Kansas any more," I thought in amusement.

As I started to take off my costume, she added, "Slowly. Tease me. I want to enjoy this." Her excited smile was irresistible, and I gave her my best, but woefully amateur, slow and sensual striptease until I was completely naked.

"Very nice. I'm wet," she grinned. "Now, let's see what we're working with..."

And she began to inspect me: staring intently at my body - all of my very naked body - and taking her time to do a walk around of me, even prodding, pinching or squeezing here and there. It was a little humiliating, but my body began responding anyway. I suspected she was putting on a bit of a show for me - 'she's the boss' and all that. Either way, it was working.

By the time she completed her circuit of me and returned to face me, you could have hung a towel on my dick. She smiled at it and then at me, and knelt down to give it a slow lick on the underside from base to tip. I shuddered, and she turned it into a slow, sensuous blowjob.

"Right, let's get you on that chair," she said after a couple of minutes, nodding to one. "I love to play on it sometimes. It's so sexy. Like you."

Looking at the chair she was talking about, it looked like the bizarre offspring of a barber's chair and a gynaecologist's chair, though had plenty of padding for comfort, along with fittings, straps and other equipment on it.

"T-There?" I faltered.

"Yes. It allows the two of us to play without having to worry about weight differences, muscle fatigue, and all that sort of thing. You don't have to sit there, but we'll both like it if you do." She left the choice to me, which I respected, and it increased my confidence and reduced my nervousness.

After giving it some thought, I deferred to my usual heuristic with new experiences: 'What's the worst that could happen?' I walked over to the chair and sat down, and noticed the seat "cushion" was actually two - one for each butt cheek - leaving the entire area between the legs open and accessible. But it was comfortable.

"Excellent. Good choice," Laura said as she walked over to me. "Arms onto the rests and legs into the stirrups, please." This last bit was a firm instruction.

I placed my arms onto the rests, which involved inserting my hands into mittens fixed onto the armrest ends with a handle inside to grip, and she strapped my arms into place. I then put my legs onto the chair's half-tubes and feet into fixed boots at the end, and she strapped my legs into place from ankles to upper thighs where my legs met my hips. She then placed additional straps from the chair around my hips, torso, chest, and upper arms. I was now completely immobile and at her mercy, and the only thing I could move was my head and... my toes? I realised that the "boots" were in fact open at the bottom.

I couldn't imagine why they were this way until tickling sprang to mind. "Oh, please no...," I thought, suddenly anxious. My feet are embarrassingly ticklish.

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"Have you ever played with your butt?" she asked offhandedly, with a grin.

"Uh, yeah," I replied, caught off guard by the directness. "Just by myself, though. Never with someone." Things were moving fast.

"I see," she pondered, before walking over to the bench and pulling something like a display board from the wall behind it. "So, of these plugs, what would you say is the largest you've had up there? Call out the number, starting at 'one' from your left."

She showed me an array of butt plugs ranging from thumb-sized (#1) up to the largest toy I'd ever seen - a monster that looked like the mould of a giant's fist. It made my eyes bulge, but looking at the rest I called out number 4, as it looked about the same.

"Perfect," she said, then picked a plug, replaced the board, and walked back to the chair.

As she walked back, I glanced back at the plugs and could see #4 was still there. I was in for a surprise, and I gulped.

When she reached me, she gently pushed my head back onto the cushioned headrest, moved some equipment that brought up low adjustable padded side sections that locked into place, preventing me from turning my head, then used straps on them across my forehead to stop me moving my head forward. My range of vision was now limited to however far my eyes could swivel. Now only my toes could move, and I again wondered if I'd bitten off more than I can chew.

"You look so hot like that, Mike," Laura said, with heat in her voice. "Let me show you..."

I heard her move and a click, and the chair began moving. First it rotated back so that my back was parallel to the ground, like sitting in a chair that had fallen backwards, and then it all lowered closer to the floor.

I saw why when her legs straddled the sides of my head. She pulled up her skirt and I saw she wasn't wearing panties, and then lowered herself onto my face. "Had she discreetly taken them off when we got here, or had she been going commando at the party?" I wondered, feeling a thrill at either option.

"Lick me," she instructed. "Until I tell you to stop."

The sheer porn of it was so erotic. I was naked, bound to a machine, completely helpless and vulnerable, and now my "mistress" was using my face for her pleasure. I began kissing, nibbling and licking with enthusiasm.

"Oooh," she breathed. "I'm glad you know what you're doing there and are so eager to please me. We're going to have fun tonight."

I continued doing what was asked of me while Laura continue to moan, coax and praise me, until she told me to stop and stood up to let me see what I'd done to her. I could see her pussy twitching and dripping, and she shuddered. She'd not let me give her an orgasm, but made me edge her. It was so hot.

"That was goooood," she said. I'll being having more of that later. But for now..."

Again she stepped away and the chair began moving again, rotating forward into more of a sitting position, higher than before, and the stirrups had pulled my legs further apart. She moved to stand between them, and toyed with my cock and balls. It felt great, but didn't last.

"Now, let's get you plugged."

I heard a trolley being moved, a cap opening, and then felt a warm, lubricated finger at my asshole.

Hearing my intake of breath, Laura said, "Relax, sweetie. We'll do this gently and slowly. I know what I'm doing and you'll enjoy it. All you need to focus on are the sensations and trying to relax your sphincter muscles for me."

She started by swirling her finger over the pucker of my asshole. During my self-play with plugs, I had noticed that gently touching my asshole was pleasurable, but hadn't paid much more attention to it, focused instead on getting the plug inside. But this felt amazing, and Laura was clearly in no rush, continuing to let me experience the sensations for a while. Then her finger looked for the centre of the pucker and gently started pushing in, waiting for me to relax, and pushing further.

Eventually it felt like she had two knuckles in me, and could extract it completely and put in back in again without causing discomfort, so she fucked my ass slowly like that for a bit. Next she starting curling her finger when it was inside, and eventually worked up to the whole finger. Fucking me slowly and gently, curling, and back out again.

Once I was used to that, she started using two fingers. The stretch of two fingers was a step up, so she started with the same approach of one knuckle to let me get used to it, until eventually she was doing with two fingers what she'd been doing with one.

And then she repeated the same process with three fingers. This was a significant jump. If going from one to two fingers was a single step, going from two to three fingers felt like 3 or more steps. But she was gentle, kept things slow, and used plenty of lubrication.

Once I was taking 3 fingers comfortably, she licked and swirled the tip of my dick once, making me shudder.

"Can't let your pre-cum go to waste, can we," she said. "Okay, that's the warmup done. Ready?"

Unable to look further down and eager to experience how this plug would feel after what she'd been doing, I tried to sound nonchalant, "In for a penny..."

I felt what seemed like a huge presence at my asshole. "Uh, Laura. What number plug did you pick up?" I was apprehensive, "That feels much bigger than the one I picked out."

"Oh, it is," she confirmed, brightly. "But it's not like you'd want to pass up the opportunity to experience more if you have someone doing all the work who knows exactly what they're doing, would you?"

I thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, if you're sure, I'll trust you." As if I had much of a choice, bound as I was. Of course I did have a choice, but I didn't want to chicken out now.

"Okay, then," she said, focused on the task at hand. I felt the plug at my asshole again, then firm pressure as she pushed it forward. "Remember to relax. Imagine that you're taking a huge dump as the plug goes in. It's the same muscle action."

She had paused while talking, and now resuming pushing. She paused again soon after, apparently letting me get used to the feeling, and pushed further. Just when I started to think she'd lied and actually held the giant's fist in her hand, I felt the plug pull itself in, past its widest point, and pop itself into place as I groaned and gasped.

"Ooooh! That was intense," I said. "It's in, right? But I think I need to pee again. Sorry."

Her laugh was unexpected, "No, sweetie. That big boy you're holding is pushed against your prostate. It makes it feel like you want to pee but, with practice, it can make you ejaculate. You've heard of prostate massages?"

Obviously, I'd heard the term but, beyond its name and implication, I knew nothing more. "Ah, I see," I replied. This was going to be interesting.

"Now that we've got you... packed, it's my turn."

Again, the chair was rotated back and lowered. Soon, I saw Laura's sexy legs straddling my face and I could see how wet she was. This time, she had a plug in her hand and she bent over, and I watched as she inserted it into her lovely ass. It was smaller than mine felt, surely, but seeing it was erotic.

"There," she said. "We're both plugged and ready. Next up..." I was a little disappointed as she moved away, as I was hoping to lick her again.

I felt her between my legs again, and felt her manipulating my cock and balls, squeezing something over them. It felt like some sort of flexible rings as, when she'd finished, it felt like my balls were being held tightly and firmly away from my body and there was a similar tightness around my cock. I guessed I wouldn't be having an 'accident' any time soon.

She walked back around to my head and stood so I could see both her face and pussy. "Some more fun," she said, holding a small remote control. She pressed a button and the plug in my ass sprang to life, causing me to jolt. The feeling of it vibrating against my prostate made my eyes cross.

"Uh, Laura..." I started.

"Feels wonderful, doesn't it?" she replied, before turning and bringing her ass close to my face. "See? Mine's doing the same thing!"

Then she seemed to throw the remote across the other side of the room, as I heard something thud onto what sounded like a cushion over there. Then she lowered her pussy onto my face again. "Lick," she said. "Until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, mistress!" I thought, the excitement and stimulation getting me into the role.

Her moans, wiggling, along with her ragged breathing and excitement felt like a reward in my current circumstances. All of this was so ridiculously hot.

"Stop," she instructed, and again lifted herself up to show me what I'd done to her. She'd made me edge her again. She was--

I shuddered, strongly, and it lasted for 10 seconds or more, and I moaned in surprise and pleasure. It felt like it started inside my ass and radiated out.

"Ooh... GOOD BOY!" Laura said warmly, standing up and looking down at me with delight on her face. "Did you just have a dry orgasm, sweetie?"

"Uh... a what?" Again, a term I'd heard before, but that's it.

"Also called an anal or hands-free orgasm," she explained. "It's when your prostate, and usually your mind, are stimulated enough to orgasm without being touched. Nothing comes out of your dick (that's the 'dry' bit), pleasure radiates through your body instead of pinpointing on your dick, over-stimulation isn't a worry, and there's no refractory period like for regular male orgasm. And some guys can have multiple dry orgasms."

"Uh, y-yeah. That sounds a lot like what just happened," I agreed, trying to work out what my body was doing. "It felt like my whole body orgasmed, but I'm still horny!"

"My, my... you're a lucky boy," Laura continued smiling down at me. "Not many men even hear about dry orgasms, so very few experiment with them. And fewer still, of those who are able to, ever get to experience one. You've struck gold, sweetie."

I could feel my dick straining, now that it was constricted by the cock ring, and I was sooo horny. The vibrator was relentless, and it still felt fantastic.

"If I've had an orgasm, why don't I feel satisfied as if I'd had one?" I asked. "I want, no I NEED, to cum. I'm so horny, and my dick is hard enough to cut glass."

Ignoring the question, Laura looked up at my dick and grinned, "It looks like it's feeling left out, desperate for attention. Do you think it would like some attention?"

"Yes! Yes I do!" I agreed, with more volume and enthusiasm than I intended.

"Okay, let's show Little Mike some love, shall we?" she teased.

I shuddered again with a dry orgasm, and groaned.

"Good boy! That was beautiful to watch."

"Ughh," was all I could manage, feeling confused, warm, and desperately horny.

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The chair moved again into more of a sitting position and quite high. I heard Laura moving about the room, before she was back between my legs again.

"Have you ever played with your urethra, Mike?" she asked casually, and seemed to absentmindedly start tapping my balls gently with her fingertips.

"N-No," I replied nervously, suddenly wary of where this was going.

"But you have heard of sounding, urethral plugs, catheters, and such?" she continued. The tapping got slightly harder.

"Yes, but I've not tried it," I replied, before deciding to be frank, "I have wondered, though. But I read about risks of infection, damage, pain and such, and haven't had the balls to try it."

She paused her tapping to gently run a fingernail across my constricted balls, making me shiver. "Oh, but I can see and feel evidence that says you do have the balls," and the way she said it made my cock twitch. The ball tapping resumed.

"W-Well, maybe one day I'll--"

"Why not today, sweetie?" she asked. "Your ass contains the proof that you can safely explore your desires with me. How about it?" The ball tapping got harder.

"I-I'm not sure," I replied without much conviction.

The tapping got harder still. "Are you sure? It'll be fun."

I didn't say anything, and her ball tapping got harder again. They weren't painful, but enough to make me twitch.

"We'll start small, and it will stay gentle and slow," she said. "Take your time. Give it some thought."

The taps now started to sound like slaps as they again got harder, keeping the same pace before. It felt right on the edge of a pleasurable sensation and pain.

"W-what - heee - are - ooh - you - ooh-heee - doing - ugh, Laura?" I asked between ball slaps.

"Just helping you come to a firm decision, sweetie," she replied without threat or malice, just stating a simple matter of fact.

She hadn't stopped while speaking, and had increased the force again. It was now starting to hurt, and I could feel a light, low dull ache begin to bloom in my lower belly in addition to the immediate local sensation on and in my balls. Like a controlled, but immeasurably gentler and yet continuous kick in the nuts.

I thought some more, or as best I could with the percussive motivation Laura was providing, and decided, "Okay. Let's give it a try."

The slapping stopped, and the ache in my belly mercifully began to fade.

"Excellent! Good choice, sweetie. Such a good boy," and her praise coincided with another dry orgasm, and I groaned as it ripped through me. "That was lovely. How did that make you feel?"

"I am SO horny," I admitted. "I feel like I'm going out of my mind."

"Then we'd better waste no time in pleasuring our sensitive, horny boy."

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I heard some snapping (gloves?), then felt something cold and wet being gently wiped over my dick, then some more intensive focus on my glans and around my urethra opening. The unusual sensations and focus on specific areas made me twitch and groan a little in response.

"I'm just sterilising the area, sweetie. It's not meant to turn you on," she said, clearly amused.

"That ship has sailed, Laura..."

"Okay," she chuckled. "Now we start with a small sound. Ready?"

"Can you unstrap my head so I can watch?" I asked, hopefully.

"No," she said firmly. "That helpless anxiousness you have right now is helping to make all of this more sexy and exciting for you... and that in turn makes it hot for me."

Dammit, I understood. "Okay, I'm ready."

I felt something cold touch the tip of my dick near the opening, and then I had the strangest sensations as I felt something INSIDE my urethra for the first time. It wasn't painful at all - in fact, it kind of tickled or tingled quite pleasantly. Not at all what I expected.

"How are you doing?" Laura asked.

"I'm fine. I can--"

"What colour, Mike?" she interrupted, not unkindly.

"Green, sorry. I feel it's in me. It doesn't hurt or feel bad, in fact it's quite pleasant, but I don't feel much."

"That's good. We're just getting started. As with butt plugs, we're starting small and smooth, and working up in size, and eventually texture."

An image of the giant's fist jumped into my mind. She must have guessed my thoughts when she saw my face, and laughed, "Don't worry. These are all microscopic compared to the butt plugs. We're here to have fun, not send you to hospital. Relax, sweetie. Enjoy this."

I felt the sound being removed and another one took its place, slowly moving all the way down and back out again. This process continued for some time before I finally could feel a sound going all the way down and all the way back out again, and I made a small sound of curiosity that Laura noticed.

"How are you doing? Did you feel all of that one?" she asked, checking in.

"Green. Yeah, all of it. The ones before I could only really feel as they started to go in and when they were at the bottom, but only occasionally while they were moving up or down."

"We're getting closer to your natural urethra diameter now. It's kind of stretchy, so really the only limitation is the size of your opening. That can be expanded a bit over time with practice, but you're fine as you are. Your opening is quite large, so from here you'll feel all of the sound each time. I'll continue until we reach the limit of your opening, okay?"

"Sure," I replied. I was finding this type of play interesting - horny and sexy, but not painful - and it almost made me wish I had tried it before now... though this safe playroom and Laura's experience was incomparable to a horny idiot like me left to my own devices at home.

"You're doing so well, sweetie. Such a good boy," she said warmly.

Another dry orgasm hit me, and I shuddered. My mind was going numb with horniness, at not being able to do ANYTHING about it, and having this sexy woman doing erotic torments to me that I couldn't have imagined six hours earlier. "Oooh, gggod," I groaned.

"So lovely," she said, and began to put in the next sound.

Sure enough, I felt every second and every millimetre of it. All the way down, bottoming out, and all the way up and out. I noticed that when it reached the bottom, Laura gave it a tiny wiggle, which felt really good, before pulling it out again. I didn't think much of it, and assumed it was a way to add to my pleasure.

She moved up to the next sound, and continued like that for a while. I also noticed that little wiggle at the bottom was starting to feel amazing.

When she wiggled the next sound, I shuddered again with a dry orgasm. Laura seemed to wait until I'd crested and then wiggled it again, which made me writhe, groan and shake in pleasure, rattling the chair, and roll my eyes back.

"We're getting there, aren't we," she noted.

"What do you mean?" I asked through my fog of confusion and pleasure.

"That nice feeling you've been getting when the sound bottoms out is it stimulating your prostate. You've got that vibrator attacking one side, and now I'm tickling it from the other. But just wait - there's more to come."

She continued sounding me with ever larger probes until she reached one where, when she wiggled it at the bottom, it felt like it entered somewhere with zero wiggle room, and I had an urge to pee larger than the plug going in had given me. I grunted, partly in fear that I'd piss myself and over Laura, and I told her.

"Perfect. Now we know your prostate diameter! And, lucky for you, it's narrower than your urethra opening."

"What does all that mean?"

"A lot more fun for both of us," was her cryptic reply. "But first..."

The chair began to move again, and I again found myself looking up into Laura's soaked pussy and she lowered herself onto my face.

"You're not the only one who's losing their mind from being horny," she said. "Lick until I tell you to stop."

Almost delirious with need and desire, I gladly did what Laura asked in the best way I knew how until the familiar, "Stop."

Again, she raised herself off me and showed me her edging pussy and shuddering body. "Look what you're doing to me. Such a good boy." A dry orgasm ripped through me, and it was my turn to shudder and moan in pleasure.

"Aren't we quite the pair, sweetie," she smiled down at me. "Edged, horny, desperate, and having a lot of fun. Don't you agree?"

I looked up at her, while replying, "Edged, yes. Fun, definitely yes. Horny, FUCK YES. Desperate, you have no idea..."

"Oh, but I do," she smiled, dipping her finger into her pussy and tasting herself. It was so sexy. "But we're still not there yet."

And my chair started to move back again, giving her easy access to my sensitive bits.

"Now we have your measurements, it's time for... texture!" she said brightly.

I felt another sound, but this one felt different straight away. "THAT'S what she meant by texture...," I thought. It felt like it had bumps or ridges along its length. It felt thicker than the others, and I could feel a weird but pleasant regular popping sensation. This had to be the biggest one so far.

"Feels different doesn't it?" Laura asked. "How are you doing? Not hurting?"

"Green. Very different. Not hurting, but I'm feeling a nice popping sensation with every bump or ridge?" I replied cautiously.

"This sound's maximum diameter is a close match to your urethra opening, and the popping is what happens as the sound passes it," she explained. "Don't worry, that's mostly for sensation, and to help keep it in place. The business end is smaller."

She gently pushed the sound all the way down, and I could feel as the bottom of it entered my prostate. It made me gasp and shiver. It was not remotely unpleasant, but it was a lot of sensation to process.

"There we go. Now the final act can begin," Laura said, with a smile in her voice.

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I could feel warm, lubricated hands gently wrap around the business parts of my long-neglected cock. Her touch felt electric as she slowly began to stroke me.

"Oooooh," I sighed in pleasure and relief that I was going to be able to cum soon. I was desperate now.

"Feeling good isn't it? Ass stuffed and vibrating. Dick stuffed. And now this. Hold tight, sweetie... it's going to be a ride."

Laura began to speed up her stroking. It felt magical, but in next to no time at all I was at the edge, and said, "Laura! I'm about to cum!"

"I want you to cum as HARD as you can and as MUCH as you can," she said. "Show me how horny you are, you sexy man."

She continued stroking at a steady pace, and I felt the sound shift up slightly when my orgasm began to bloom, and then felt Laura stop stroking and push the sound back down. The effect this had was earth shattering: my orgasm didn't finish and suddenly a strong dry orgasm consumed me, but nothing else changed. I'd had the pleasure of an orgasm but hadn't ejaculated (I think?), I was still at the edge, but my body was orgasming, and every sexual nerve in my body was firing.

"Wha -- uuuuuuugh!" I gurgled as this mind bending sequence played out across my body.

"How did that feel, sweetie?" Laura asked. "It looked amazing."

"It... it was amaaaazing. What -- who -- how did you do that? Did I cum?" I was trying to process what had happened.

"Yes and no," she replied. "Welcome to the start of the rest of the evening, sweetie..."

"Oh my god," I thought as she started again, "am I going to survive?"

Laura started stroking me again. She varied between this method - where she stopped stroking to let me come down from the sensation before resuming again - and another where she continued stroking me while pushing the sound back down whenever it popped up, which made it feel like I was cumming AND dry orgasming continuously. I rapidly lost all track of time, where I was, WHO I was. My brain was being fried with something not meant for mortals. It was endless pleasure, as if my life had somehow become one continuous mega-orgasm.

After an unknown amount of time, I eventually noticed that she had stopped what she was doing and was now standing beside me, looking at my face, and giving me a chance to come to my senses. I gave her an exhausted, cum drunk and yet still impossibly horny smile.

"How are you sweetie? You were such a good boy for me," she praised me, and waited while another dry orgasm took me.

"G-Green? I-I'm... I don't know what I am. That was superhuman. Impossible," I started, trying to make sense of it. "But... I'm fine, I think? I feel like... I've just cum for a week straight, and yet impossibly horny as though I've been edged and denied for weeks."

"You're kind of right on both points," she said agreeably, with a smile. "What I was doing basically converted your orgasms into dry orgasms, so you've really been edging all night without having cum at all, despite how it felt. Sometimes I let you come down off the edge for some fun on the rollercoaster, as you went back up again, and other times I kept you riding the peak and let you take off into orbit."

I had no idea of how she'd done this. I had no idea anything like this was possible.

---

"Speaking of not cumming... would you like to?" she grinned. "We've both been edged all night without cumming - some more than others," she chuckled, "and we're both horny as hell. Want to end the night with a bang?" She flashed a tit at me at the end, like a sexy punctuation mark.

"I am so incredibly horny, I'd fuck a cactus right now," I thought.

"With you? More than I've ever wanted anything," I told her, with all the gravity I could manage.

"You are such a sweet, good boy," she said, smiling as another dry orgasm shook me. "You always know exactly what to say."

Lura adjusted the chair so that my legs and body were straight and flat, and I was in a standing up position. She removed the head restraints, and playfully pushed me away as I tried to kiss her. "Patience, horny boy."

She took a few steps back so I could see all of her, and gave me a slow and sexy striptease. It was an immeasurably better version of what she'd had me do for her earlier. When she had removed everything, she gave me a little twirl - which included bending over to show the plug still in her ass - and finished it all facing me. "You like?"

"Baby, I VERY much like," I confirmed, and my dick could again be a towel rail. "Are you going to release me now? Be warned, I'm so outrageously desperate right now that I may not be able to take responsibility for my actions."

"No silly. I'm horny, not stupid," she laughed. "After what I've just put you through, you're staying right there for now."

She moved the chair again so that I was more on a 45-degree angle, with my feet lower than my head, then moved some of the chair's equipment to make it into a platform so that she could ride me.

Laura held my eyes as she got onto the platform, looking deeply into me as she slowly lowered herself onto me - we both gasped as she worked her way down - and began to sensuously fuck me. I was still wearing the ring and was thankful. At this point, I would have gone off like a firecracker without it.

She fucked me slowly at first, kissing me and playing with my nipples (that was new!), called me her good boy and continuing fucking whenever a dry orgasm took me, and eventually sped up as our passion increased. It was lasting much longer than I could have hoped, given how desperately horny I was. But she continued to ride and thrash and gasp and moan over me as I felt her muscles milking my cock while I watched her beautiful face and bouncing tits in awe, until we reached the point where her effort and desperate bouncing would make us both cum very soon.

At this point, she released my arms and I hugged her as she fucked us both to a mind blowing orgasm. I continued to hug her, kissing her mouth and neck, whispering praise and sweet nothings as she continued to ride me until she was completely spent. She didn't move for a long time, so the only sound in the room was our vibrators, buzzing away in our asses. It was funny, in a way, but also kind of a bookend for an unimaginable evening.

Eventually Laura climbed off me, moved the chair into its original position, gently removed my butt plug and hers, and the cock ring, and undid all the bindings. Having spent the last few hours as I had, I needed some time to be sure my legs would work. Once I confirmed they did, she took my hand and led me to her shower, where we washed away the exhaustion and mess of the evening, gently kissing and running our hands over one another.

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After drying ourselves and dressing, we went back to the living room. I collapsed onto the sofa while she grabbed us both another drink, and she sat and snuggled into me. We sat like that in silence for some time, before she spoke.

"How are you doing?" she started, in a quiet voice.

"Green. Still checking in?" I chuckled. "I'm fine. No, better than fine. Sure, I feel like I've had a football up my butt, run a marathon, my balls had a deep tissue massage, and my brain is still trying to process half of what happened, but I feel fantastic. I enjoyed tonight very much, am glad I met you. You're an amazing woman, Laura."

"I'm so glad," she replied, sounding happy and relieved. "I'm sometimes told I can be a bit... much. My interests, I mean. It's rare to find someone who's up for a fraction of what we did, let alone stay for cuddles afterwards."

"It was... a LOT," I agreed, nodding slowly. "But you explained everything, took your time, were careful and gentle, and ensured you had my consent at every - well most," I paused, remembering the ribbed sound and what followed, "step along the way, and I felt safe and cared for. Almost everything that happened in that room was new to me and, despite some initial misgivings, I don't regret going in there with you for a second."

She snuggled closer and asked, "So... will you be back?"

"For that, or for you?" I asked, wanting to separate the person from the kink for this moment.

"Either? Both, I guess?"

"I like you, Laura," I replied. "You're a beautiful, sexy, creative, intelligent, caring, careful woman, and I'll be back for you if that's what you want. It's what I want. And that includes your interests. You've seen that it doesn't put me off... and it was so sexy and hot."

She reached her arms around and hugged me. "I needed to hear that. Though tonight barely scratched the surface, so fair warning."

I looked down at her with my mouth open. "Oh my god," I mouthed in awe, and she giggled back up at me.

"Wait a second..." I started, coming to a realisation. "THAT'S what you meant! 'I want you to be in me, and I want to be in you' is what you said when I first got here. I thought maybe you had a hippy thing going on, but I would NEVER have guessed you were talking about fucking my urethra. So devious..."

Laura laughed, pleased I'd got her joke. "You got me... after I got you, right?" she said, grinning, and then changed the topic. "Hey! If I'm this tired, I'm amazed you're still awake. Be a good boy and come to bed."

What felt like another dry orgasm coursed through my body, though less intense than before, despite having nothing inside or stimulating me. "What the hell have you done to me, Laura?"

She smiled sweetly up at me and just said, "I'll never tell..."

"Wait... It IS a regular bed, right? It doesn't lower from the ceiling in the playroom, use chain mail as a blanket, or anything like that, does it? Not a cosy coffin for two in the back garden?"

She slapped my chest, laughing, "No, idiot. It's a normal bed in a normal bedroom." And with that, she took my hand and led me there.

THE END