Jon’s
bought me a new remote vibe. It’s much bigger (length and diameter) than the
others that I’ve got. It’s also got something inside that rotates and bulges
out the sides as it goes round. When I first saw it my eyes bulged with delight,
but then I started to think what would happen when Jon gets me to wear it whilst
I’m walking around town. It’s so big that I cant loose it inside me easily.
I was sure that it would work its way out. Imagine walking through a busy shop,
or somewhere equally public, and feeling it drop out onto the floor. Another
thing was that it was so big that I was sure that it would be uncomfortable
walking with it in.
I
talked to Jon about it and he decided that I would wear it around the house
while I was getting diner ready and see if I could keep it in. I managed for a
while, but as Jon switched it on and off, and I got more excited, I eventually
lost control and out it came onto the kitchen floor. As he slipped it back in,
Jon said that we needed some way of keeping it in. At first he thought of tying
it in with string, but then he decided on duct tape. I immediately remembered
the pain of duct tape being ripped of my pussy lips.
Jon
went and got some while I dried myself so that the adhesion would be better. Jon
cut off a piece about 8 inches long of the 2 inch wide tape and on it went. When
it came to sitting down to eat I had to take it very slowly, it felt as if was
pushing my stomach up my throat.
That
evening Jon decided to walk me to out local pub. As we walked Jon kept turning
the vibe up and down. Just as we got to the pub door he turned it up to full and
watched me hang onto him as my first orgasm of the evening hit me. I was
standing there shaking when a couple of men came out of the pub. One of them
looked at me and asked if I was okay. I couldn’t say anything at that moment,
but Jon said, “Yes thanks, she’s just cumming.” The man looked at me
quizzically then walked after his mate.
Inside
Jon told me to go and get the drinks, and as was getting served he turned the
vibe onto full again. I didn’t cum, but I did squirm a bit. The barman was a
bit of a character and said, “Ants in the pants?” as I shifted from one foot
to the other. I said something like, “More like Duracell in the cat.” My
pathetic attempt at humour. The barman wasn’t impressed either, and just gave
me a funny look.
Jon
bought me quite a few drinks that night, and played with the vibe so much that I
came twice more before we left. By that time I was able to get off and back down
onto the seat with out any pain, although I did have trouble walking home as he
flattened the battery in the vibe.
When
we got home Jon had me ‘assume the position’ while he ripped the duct tape
off. The alcohol dulled the pain, but you should have seen the juices that
flooded out of me as the vibe just about jumped out of me.
I had to give Jon a blow job before going to bed, but he waited until next morning before waking me up by ramming into me from behind.
Love,
V