Because She Loves Me….

My mistress wonders back about a half hour later. The ginger has already started its journey back down from the suffering it was causing just minutes ago. She sits down in the chair watching me. “Gee, I hoped you’d still be bouncing around on the ground. Was it a fun ride while I was gone? You know ginger is hard to find around here. I’m tickled that I found something new for you to experience that you didn’t know.” I then hear the sound of a vibrater. I listen closely, I can hear crickets, the sound of wind in the leaves of the trees, and my bride starting to breathe heavily. She is vibrating herself. I smile. After a bit of time, I believe she has achieved a climax. And that makes me happy.

Then she comes off her chair and starts playing with me. I’m sucked and rubbed, nipples played with, bodies rub together with hers on top of mine. She deep throats me, gets me to near climax and brings me back down multiple times. She fingers my butt, pushing on the exhausted ginger root that shares the space. And kisses, amazing deep, loving, sensual French kisses. I’m in sexual bondage heaven. I am being made love to by the one I loved, while being tied down the way I love. She is going crazy on me. She fucks me in both directions bouncing up and down. She takes her vibrater puts it against her clit as she rides me, forcing herself into a second and third orgasm while maintaining enough control to pull off me when I get too close.

There is a brief pause in the action as she dismounts me. She then rubs something up and down my hard and throbbing member, making it feel wet, seeming to go numerous times over the head and forcing it into the tip of my hole. “I thought you might want to try the ginger on your little man. No sense in wasting the extra,” she informs me. A flood of panic washes over me. I’m not sure what the shaft burn might be like, but I am petrified of what my urethra tip will experience. Simply getting a little soap in it when showering is a discomfort. She then opens a condom and rolls it over my coated cock. “It’s ribbed for my pleasure,” she boasts.

I’m remounted and the sex ride continues, her vagina protected from the irritant I wear. Her friction and the ginger root quickly become partners. My dick is burning and going nuts at the same time. Yet the pain keeps one step ahead of the climax build which prolongs my fucking for much longer than I am normally capable. Especially at this pace.  She put vibration back into play, again using her tiny vibrator to arouse her clit and tease my shaft and balls. It is unbelievable sex of which I can only provide limited participation. That is, I kiss her back hard when she bends down and kisses me and I try to thrust my hips upward as she rides me. The extra effort coating of my tip is now paying off if making me suffer was the real intent. It is burning like hell. Weirdly that pain is distinctly separated from the sexual and pain/pleasure sensations on my shaft and in my head. My dickhead is stabbed repeatedly with waves of hurt just inches away from ecstasy on my shaft. My balls are grateful that they aren’t part of this current game.

When she has finally sexually satisfied herself, aided by the rubber ribs, vibration and my hard but aching cock, she gives me one final sensational ride, and I explode within her. She continues bouncing up and down till I am soft and ready to fall out. As she lifts off of me, she reaches under, gripping the rubber, so it stays in place. She then carefully removes it in a manner that assures none of my cum drips out. She then milks me a little, coaxing out a few more drops onto her fingers. Still feeling the burn at the tip and the heat in the shaft, I try, without success, to slip out of her grip as the overstimulation from the milking exasperates me. She reaches up and rubs the drops onto my lips. “Just a taste to tease you. You’ll enjoy the rest in a bit,” she warns. She climbs off me and she disappears again.