One evening Jon came home from work and told me
that we were going to make something that I could exercise my pussy muscles
with. At first I thought he just meant something like a dildo, and in a way I
was right, but this was different.
After the evening meal Jon went into the garage
and came back with a load of plaster of paris and a big tube of silicone gel. He
then stripped off and told me to get him hard. This could be fun I thought. The
weather was still quite warm so I hadn’t worn any clothes that day, not even
when I’d been out tidying the back garden.
As I eagerly sucked him hard (he had to stop me
twice because he didn’t want to cum), Jon mixed a bowl of the plaster of paris.
When the mixture was ready he had me put a condom him then a piece of
cling-film, and I then put the thick mixture round his dick. It didn’t take
long to go hard and after about 10 minutes (he played with my clit and made me
cum), we extracted his dick and we had a lovely mould of his dick. While it
finished drying Jon relieved his tension in my pussy.
A while later Jon put the 2 halves of the mould
together and pumped the silicone into it. Before it went dry he pushed a metal
bar into it with a nut on the end. The end result, when it dried, was that we
had a perfectly sized copy of his dick, but with a 9 inch steel bar sticking out
of the base. He then screwed a base to it so that it would stand on the floor on
it’s own. The tip was about 18 inches off the ground.
This is where the exercise came in. Jon told me
to squat down and impale myself on it. When I was completely on it he told me to
stand up keeping the silicone dick inside me. Easy I thought, and it was. After
I’d done it a couple of times Jon got these metal rings and dropped them over
his silicone dick. I then had to go down on it and then lift it off the ground
again. It now weighed about a kilo, and I was amazed at how difficult it was. I
really had to squeeze my pussy to get it off the ground.
When he went to work the next day, Jon told me
to practice my weight lifting. It was a little hard at first, then it got
easier, then it became almost impossible. Harder at first until I got used to
the weight, then almost impossible. Almost impossible because both my pussy and
leg muscles were getting a little tired, but also because the more up and down I
went on the silicone dick, the wetter I got. In the end I just had to stop and
relieve my desires by hand. When I told Jon about it that night he told me that
I must not succumb to temptation and he took me over his knee and gave himself a
sore hand on my backside.
I had to do the same weight lifting every
morning for the next month. As the weeks went by and it got so that I could
easily hold the silicone dick in, Jon would add more weights. By the end of the
month I could lift 4 kilos. I was quite proud of myself, and when Jon fucked me
I was (still am) able to get a good grip on his dick. It’s made our
love-making last quite a bit longer.
As Jon says, “To have a man's penis inside of
me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty."
That’s the details of my vaginal weight
lifting.
I have other experiences that Jon has told me
to document. I’m sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web
pages as and when he’s read them and is happy with them.
Love
V