She fastens me into the device, hog tying my feet to my hands, behind me. I feel the cool metal of the table on my exposed belly, squished breasts, and warm face, which all rest against it.
The machine around my pelvis doesn't naturally make contact with me; that is, with my pussy or ass, but if I tilt my pelvis forward, which is difficult considering the pose she has me in, then I feel both graze my sensitive flesh. These two latex prongs, attached to the harness, both vibrate, as I can hear their buzz, and feel them slightly, when I rock my hips forward enough. The temptation to do this is irresistible, even though I'm not usually a fan of anything touching my ass. Mistress Leila, of course, has set it up this way, on purpose. She intends to break me.
"Comfortable?" She walks around me to deliver this saucy line, right to my face, winking, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. "Now, darling," She says to me affectionately, taking my face in her delicate hand. "Don't be cross with me. I just want to open you up to a while new world of pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Shall I get the oil?"
"Yes, Mistress." She takes the glass bottle, inverting it over my exposed ass, and I feel the cool liquid run between my ass cheeks, down to my pussy. The coolness of it gives me goosebumps, sending a shiver through the core of me, and I feel my nipples harden against the table. I long for Leila to touch me; rub it in a little, probe my crevices with those warm, womanly fingers, but she denies me that humanly pleasure. Instead I feel it pool beneath me, and I instinctively thrust into the table, allowing the vibrating tendrils to momentarily and simultaneously make contact with my clit and ass. I instantly shy away from their vibrations, unused to the one that so coyly tempts my asshole.
"Mmm," I hear her moan, watching the oil glisten off my flexing butt. She, no doubt, must long to touch me, as well. "That's right, my dear. Don't be afraid of the harness. It can give you so much pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Will you try it again for me?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer obediently, but unsure of my ability to proceed. Yes, I trust Leila with my body; she knows me better than anyone, yet the thought of anything entering me anally, is enough to make me clench. But, I crave the clit vibrator so badly right now, and want her please her equally as much, that I ultimately concede to put myself in her hands. Or rather, her harness. I once again tilt my pelvis towards the table, hands and feet bound behind me.
"That's lovely, my pet," she coos, eyeing my bare ass cheeks tightening again. I do it quickly, almost believing, through the sheer power of my will, that the anal probe won't be there the second time. But, I feel it tickle my asshole again, and I retract almost as quickly. "Try to linger there, my love. It's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here with you, after all. Aren't I?"
"Yes, Mistress." I have such strong feelings for her, such an immense build up of trust developed over the course of our sessions, that I'm willing to do almost anything for her. Even if I have an aversion to it, I know that she is ultimately doing it for my own good. I try again, feeling the now familiar sensation of the pulsating protrusion near my anal opening. I let it stimulate me there, choosing instead to concentrate on the vibrator nearing my clit. If I can just focus on the pleasant pulses emitting from my pussy, then I can almost bear the rest. I surprise myself, by employing this, rotating my hips against the table again, and I almost forget about the anal probe. My pussy's wetness mixes with the massage oil on the slippery surface of the table. I test this theory again, thinking only about the sensual stimulation on my clit, and the anal vibe seems to fade into the background. Not only does it eventually recede as I get used to the sensation, but after a half dozen thrusts or so, it almost seems to enhance the experience. I hear moans release into the air, thinking at first that they belong to Leila, who is enjoying the delicious presentation before her. But, after catching a glimpse of my mistress, I realize that they aren't coming from her lovely mouth at all, but from my own.
I let the anal vibrator enter me as I force my hips against the clitoral one, hands and feet bound and hindering, rather than facilitating. Leila softly hums and crosses her arms, enjoying my sensual struggle. I feel a bead of sweat drip down my temple, as I taste salt from my lip as well. She's making me work for it, this time. Equally bound by my respect for her as the corporeal restraints, I continue to thrust, secure in knowing that it's what she wants me do. "That's it, my dear. I'm not letting you go unless you come."
"Yes, Mistress." I answer, allowing myself to finally feel the flutter of the urge to come. With the probe in my ass, my instinct is to shy away from the feeling, but I remember Mistress Leila's desire for me to experience this new and intense pleasure, and I try to open myself up to it. I relax my ass, allowing my hips to melt into the table, and therefore, the buzzing vibrator against my clit. I feel myself buck, and cry out both muffled and echoed by the metal table. I both tense and relax at the same time, welcoming everything to contract at once, from my ass, to my pussy, to my clitoris.
"See, my dear? That's a good girl." And, I do feel good, even if the process felt a bit foreign. Very good, indeed.
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