My first (and brutal) urethral experience...
This summer I had the opportunity to experiment with a... how to define it...?. “Sexual game”, “sexual technique”, “aberrant act”...?. I don't know. The matter is that I've always been very open-minded when it comes to sex and since I was a teenager I've hardly refused to try anything or to experiment with new things that could give me pleasure...
But one of them, apart from “games” with needles, extreme caning, “erotic asphyxiation” -I don't know what the fuck is “erotic” about being deprived of breathing, but there are people with all kinds of tastes- or sc*tological games... was the introduction of objects through the urethra. And I mean “was”.
In fact, although I was attracted to and horny about urethral catheter chastity devices -it was more like a perverse morbid curiosity than other thing- I had always refused to use one. I even panicked that one day I would end up in a hospital and they would have to insert a catheter through my tiny flaccid willy... OUCH!.
So, as I say, up to now I had always refused the possibility of having any object inserted through my urethra because the only idea of submitting to it gave me a terrible shudder: I felt shivers at the thought of it. But on this occasion... I don't know what happened to me to make me agree to such a thing. Voluntarily. Consciously. Or so I think. I guess I was very horny and also very stoned of popper because if I wasn't... but am I FUCKING crazy?. Stupid girl...
Or yes, I know... This summer (partly because of this) has been quite special as I hooked up with a very mature daddy (Alfredo, 67 years old) who, for a little more than a month he was on holiday in the area where I live. The thing was that we went out a few nights, to dinner, to visit some places as a couple (casual) and... yes: we fucked a few times. Well, we fucked as much as we could... ha, ha!.
Alfredo is passionate about BDSM and as the dominant male he is, he subjected me to his will from the beginning. With me he had it easy, as I am completely passive and very docile (like any good sissy)... and he asserted over me his superiority as an alpha-male, so that I surrendered myself completely to him. And despite the fact that, because of his age, he has to take Viagra to get an erection, the truth is that -once the pill took effect- he more than proved to me how virile and "macho" he is: between his arms and with his cock deep inside me, fucking my ass hard and filling me with thick, hot semen, I had a great summer. I was very sorry to see him end his holiday a little over two weeks ago, and return to his hometown.
The thing was, one night, after we had been fucking hard... we were both in bed smoking a cigarette and talking, and Alfredo brought up the subject of BDSM and talked to me about various practices. Obviously, he already knew how submissive I was -he had proved it by possessing me completely in bed- and besides gagging me on occasion with a ball-gag and inserting toys anally, he had whipped me hard with his rough and dominant male hands. Eventually the subject of urethral probes came up and I told him NO, that this practice didn't appeal to me at all, no way... But he explained the procedure to me and almost convinced me to do it. Almost.
After having fucked him, not only was my sissy pussy full of his cum -I felt completely wet and how his seed poured, was flowing out of my dilated anus soaking the sheet- but I was also still a bit high on popper... and he soon convinced me that it wouldn't hurt, that it wouldn't be annoying, he assured me that I would feel a lot of pleasure, that I had to try it and I... (stupid of me) agreed like the dumb and unwilling sissy that I am. The thing was that, before I could come to my senses and realise what I had agreed to, he already had in his hand a tube of vaseline and something that looked like a thin, black rod with certain undulations or grooves. It also seemed to be flexible...
Alfredo extracted a generous amount of vaseline from the tube, pouring it between his fingers and smearing the substance thoroughly on that lubricious object, while I watched him do it, spellbound. Then he told me to inhale a few shots of popper, which I did immediately, and after three or four deep breaths I felt the intense "rush" of the popper fumes and the euphoria and lust invadING my body again. I was totally stoned: my head was spinning.
My lover then took with one of his rough hands my chastity device, in which was caged my impotent micro penis -still slimy after having cum when he had fucked me in the ass- and directed the end of that rod -I later found out it was made of silicone- into it, inserting it through the opening of the chastity cage... and looking for the orifice of my urethra.
I felt a slight tingle as the tip of that pervert object made its way in and began to push through the tight orifice of my tiny, totally flaccid dick. It was a sort of slight "itching" that I felt at first and I reckon I had only got a couple of centimetres in... but then Alfredo didn't continue inserting the probe but just moved it slightly in and out, as if he was fucking my urethral orifice. The tingling intensified and so, spread open as I was in front of him, a couple of little moans escaped me. I could see my lover smiling lasciviously and, while holding my caged micro-cock in one hand, he continued to insert the flexible probe inside me. Slowly. Very slowly... And then it happened.
OH MY GOD!!... I rushed to open the popper bottle, bringing it up to my nose and snorting deeply once more through my right nostril: the bestial high caused by the effluvium coincided with the first spasms I felt between my legs, deep inside me... in such a deep place!. I began to feel a kind of VERY strong itching, like a brutal tingling, a sensation as intense as I had ever experienced, so I threw my body back, lying completely on the bed and totally open my legs. Alfredo inserted a few more inches of the probe through my useless, caged micropenis and by then, as he began to “play” with the probe inside my body, I began to writhe and moan like a bitch. It was brutal what I felt when my man gently withdrew that rubber probe and then pushed it back in again... And he kept masturbating (torturing) me like that for a few more minutes that felt like an eternity.
AND FINALLY IT HAPPENED!!!... I had the strangest "orgasm" of my whole life. If that was an orgasm at all: I came moaning and screaming while Alfredo manipulated that thing inside me, that perverse object that was invading me, that was viol*ting me. Because I suffer from retrograde ejaculation due to diabetes, I obviously did not ejaculate (only a trickle of clear drool came out later after the probe was removed). But I felt very female, I felt divine and at the same time dirty... I felt like a real whore should feel.
When the rhythm of my breathing relaxed a little, my male slowly pulled the probe out of me -I could feel it sliding out of me again- and lay down next to me, caressing my thin, weak, still trembling sissy body. I lay there, still exhausted, unable to articulate a word: just cumming, fully stoned of popper and with my ass still filled with my lover's hot, viscous sperm: "I'M CRAZY", I thought. "I'M A REAL SLUT", I thought later. I'm afraid both things are true. Alfredo came closer to me and we kissed, playing with our tongues in an endless and very dirty snogging...
That night I slept in the arms of a very mature, old, fat, hairy... bald daddy bear. My dream come true: he had dominated me, spanked me, fucked my ass, filled me with his cum and finally made me come with a urethral catheter... And the next morning we talked about it. "You got about 10 centimetres in", he said. "And I've never seen a debutant little slut like you cum like that before".
I kissed him and as his tongue intertwined with mine once more, I thought that before we got up and went to the shower, I'd give him a delicious blowjob to remember....
I suppose you're reading this, Alfredo, my love... You drove me crazy. I hope I told it well. I hope next summer comes soon!!.
But one of them, apart from “games” with needles, extreme caning, “erotic asphyxiation” -I don't know what the fuck is “erotic” about being deprived of breathing, but there are people with all kinds of tastes- or sc*tological games... was the introduction of objects through the urethra. And I mean “was”.
In fact, although I was attracted to and horny about urethral catheter chastity devices -it was more like a perverse morbid curiosity than other thing- I had always refused to use one. I even panicked that one day I would end up in a hospital and they would have to insert a catheter through my tiny flaccid willy... OUCH!.
So, as I say, up to now I had always refused the possibility of having any object inserted through my urethra because the only idea of submitting to it gave me a terrible shudder: I felt shivers at the thought of it. But on this occasion... I don't know what happened to me to make me agree to such a thing. Voluntarily. Consciously. Or so I think. I guess I was very horny and also very stoned of popper because if I wasn't... but am I FUCKING crazy?. Stupid girl...
Or yes, I know... This summer (partly because of this) has been quite special as I hooked up with a very mature daddy (Alfredo, 67 years old) who, for a little more than a month he was on holiday in the area where I live. The thing was that we went out a few nights, to dinner, to visit some places as a couple (casual) and... yes: we fucked a few times. Well, we fucked as much as we could... ha, ha!.
Alfredo is passionate about BDSM and as the dominant male he is, he subjected me to his will from the beginning. With me he had it easy, as I am completely passive and very docile (like any good sissy)... and he asserted over me his superiority as an alpha-male, so that I surrendered myself completely to him. And despite the fact that, because of his age, he has to take Viagra to get an erection, the truth is that -once the pill took effect- he more than proved to me how virile and "macho" he is: between his arms and with his cock deep inside me, fucking my ass hard and filling me with thick, hot semen, I had a great summer. I was very sorry to see him end his holiday a little over two weeks ago, and return to his hometown.
The thing was, one night, after we had been fucking hard... we were both in bed smoking a cigarette and talking, and Alfredo brought up the subject of BDSM and talked to me about various practices. Obviously, he already knew how submissive I was -he had proved it by possessing me completely in bed- and besides gagging me on occasion with a ball-gag and inserting toys anally, he had whipped me hard with his rough and dominant male hands. Eventually the subject of urethral probes came up and I told him NO, that this practice didn't appeal to me at all, no way... But he explained the procedure to me and almost convinced me to do it. Almost.
After having fucked him, not only was my sissy pussy full of his cum -I felt completely wet and how his seed poured, was flowing out of my dilated anus soaking the sheet- but I was also still a bit high on popper... and he soon convinced me that it wouldn't hurt, that it wouldn't be annoying, he assured me that I would feel a lot of pleasure, that I had to try it and I... (stupid of me) agreed like the dumb and unwilling sissy that I am. The thing was that, before I could come to my senses and realise what I had agreed to, he already had in his hand a tube of vaseline and something that looked like a thin, black rod with certain undulations or grooves. It also seemed to be flexible...
Alfredo extracted a generous amount of vaseline from the tube, pouring it between his fingers and smearing the substance thoroughly on that lubricious object, while I watched him do it, spellbound. Then he told me to inhale a few shots of popper, which I did immediately, and after three or four deep breaths I felt the intense "rush" of the popper fumes and the euphoria and lust invadING my body again. I was totally stoned: my head was spinning.
My lover then took with one of his rough hands my chastity device, in which was caged my impotent micro penis -still slimy after having cum when he had fucked me in the ass- and directed the end of that rod -I later found out it was made of silicone- into it, inserting it through the opening of the chastity cage... and looking for the orifice of my urethra.
I felt a slight tingle as the tip of that pervert object made its way in and began to push through the tight orifice of my tiny, totally flaccid dick. It was a sort of slight "itching" that I felt at first and I reckon I had only got a couple of centimetres in... but then Alfredo didn't continue inserting the probe but just moved it slightly in and out, as if he was fucking my urethral orifice. The tingling intensified and so, spread open as I was in front of him, a couple of little moans escaped me. I could see my lover smiling lasciviously and, while holding my caged micro-cock in one hand, he continued to insert the flexible probe inside me. Slowly. Very slowly... And then it happened.
OH MY GOD!!... I rushed to open the popper bottle, bringing it up to my nose and snorting deeply once more through my right nostril: the bestial high caused by the effluvium coincided with the first spasms I felt between my legs, deep inside me... in such a deep place!. I began to feel a kind of VERY strong itching, like a brutal tingling, a sensation as intense as I had ever experienced, so I threw my body back, lying completely on the bed and totally open my legs. Alfredo inserted a few more inches of the probe through my useless, caged micropenis and by then, as he began to “play” with the probe inside my body, I began to writhe and moan like a bitch. It was brutal what I felt when my man gently withdrew that rubber probe and then pushed it back in again... And he kept masturbating (torturing) me like that for a few more minutes that felt like an eternity.
AND FINALLY IT HAPPENED!!!... I had the strangest "orgasm" of my whole life. If that was an orgasm at all: I came moaning and screaming while Alfredo manipulated that thing inside me, that perverse object that was invading me, that was viol*ting me. Because I suffer from retrograde ejaculation due to diabetes, I obviously did not ejaculate (only a trickle of clear drool came out later after the probe was removed). But I felt very female, I felt divine and at the same time dirty... I felt like a real whore should feel.
When the rhythm of my breathing relaxed a little, my male slowly pulled the probe out of me -I could feel it sliding out of me again- and lay down next to me, caressing my thin, weak, still trembling sissy body. I lay there, still exhausted, unable to articulate a word: just cumming, fully stoned of popper and with my ass still filled with my lover's hot, viscous sperm: "I'M CRAZY", I thought. "I'M A REAL SLUT", I thought later. I'm afraid both things are true. Alfredo came closer to me and we kissed, playing with our tongues in an endless and very dirty snogging...
That night I slept in the arms of a very mature, old, fat, hairy... bald daddy bear. My dream come true: he had dominated me, spanked me, fucked my ass, filled me with his cum and finally made me come with a urethral catheter... And the next morning we talked about it. "You got about 10 centimetres in", he said. "And I've never seen a debutant little slut like you cum like that before".
I kissed him and as his tongue intertwined with mine once more, I thought that before we got up and went to the shower, I'd give him a delicious blowjob to remember....
I suppose you're reading this, Alfredo, my love... You drove me crazy. I hope I told it well. I hope next summer comes soon!!.
5 月 前