My Love of Buttplugs!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

My Love of Buttplugs!
I’m writing this with a buttplug inside me that’s been there for more than 12 hours straight, through breakfast and a shower and a trip in the car. I love to have it in me, and I keep pushing myself to keep it in for longer and longer times. The one I’m using now is not very big, about 4.5″ long and 1″ wide at the neck and cock-shaped, but once I can take it too easily to feel much discomfort, I have no doubt that I will go on and try bigger ones. So this morning, I got to thinking; what exactly made me like to wear a buttplug so much? Here are the answers.

1. It makes me feel full and stuffed, and I mean what honest slut wouldn’t like that, huh? It’s very difficult to take another man’s cock with you wherever you go, like to work or to lunch or to important meetings. But with a buttplug you have no such problems. It stays stuck in you like a tail. For a cunt, being full is being sexually fulfilled, and a cunt wants to be sexually fulfilled all the time, so a buttplug is the perfect way to achieve this.

2. It makes me feel owned, especially if I’ve been told to wear it by someone else. A buttplug is almost like one of those signs that read ‘Property of Such-and-such’. The person who tells you to casino oyna wear it is laying his claim on you and your body. He’s telling you that your asshole is his. You can still finger your cunt or maybe even insert a digit beside the plug, but the thing is there to remind you that full authority is not yours. Some would argue that the plug is actually a substitute for your Dom/Master’s cock while he is not there to use you himself. Of course, there are other ways to claim ownership of a submissive female, but you can’t really wear a collar to work, can you? Because of such limitations, about the closest thing to a buttplug in reminding you that you are owned is a cunt-lock.

3. It stretches my asshole open, and keeps them open, and so makes it feel like a real cunt. In time, it’d probably change the shape permanently into one, too. And all true sluts want to have cunts, not assholes. Assholes are convenient holes from which you shit, but cunts are pleasurable orifices into which men can stuff their big hard cocks and other things. No contest, if you asked me.

4. It makes me think of sex all the time. I can’t do anything or go anywhere without being acutely aware of it stuffing my guts and splitting my asshole canlı casino siteleri open. It makes me pay more attention to other men and their bulges and makes me wonder all the time how those bulges would feel in place of the plug. This makes me constantly wet and on edge, very useful if you are under orders to keep yourself aroused without actually cumming for a week or a month.

5. It doubles the pleasure of fingering. Fingering with an empty cunt is never as good as fingering with a stuffed ass. The only problem is if I’m on cum-control, I have to be careful not to get too close or the mere presence of the plug would easily push me over the edge. Believe me, I’ve had had to suppress orgasms many times, and although my success rate when unstuffed is admirable (probably around 95%), my success rate when plugged is absolutely atrocious (which is to say, 1%).

6. It makes me feel dirty and depraved. I’d sit there with my friends having a drink together or just conversing and I’d be thinking how they don’t realise that sitting among them is a depraved (and I’m speaking from the point of view of the moral majority here) cunt of a human being who likes to get her shithole stuffed with all sorts of things, canlı bahis a woman whose ultimate delight is in taking the role of a bitch in heat and being a disgrace to all other real ladies. A real cunt needs to feel depraved all the time, and if it isn’t, then something is wrong.

7. It makes the flesh of my butt around my hole bunch out as the plug pushes it out around it. Apart from fingering my stretched asshole around the plug while I lay in bed, I also like to stroke my bunched up butt-flesh while appreciating how the plug is ruthlessly deforming parts of my body as it invaded me. It also feels good to soap my body around the plug when I have a shower.

In fact, the only drawback to a buttplug is that, once you have it in you long enough, you will find out that it prevents you from farting, or at least from farting comfortably. But surely this is so minor a detriment so as to be well nigh irrelevent? Besides, think of how arousing it can be to feel your guts bloated with air – it’s no different than being pumped gut-wrenchingly full with litre after litre of enema water until you belly distends like a pregnant girl’s.

So there, is my list of incontrovertible proofs that while a dog may be a man’s best friend, a buttplug is undoubtedly a bitch’s (not that a dog can’t be a bitch’s “best friend”, but that’s a matter for another day). In fact, I should think that it’s not too extravagant to suggest that we have a special holiday in honour of the buttplug!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32