June 1st

It is the first of June and a howling wind storm is raging outside and I am terrified the power might go out before the session. For all the good will I felt had built up between Robyn and I she continued to make it abundantly clear that she would end my marriage without batting an eye. It helped remind me precisely what was happening here. She wasn’t my friend, she was my greatest enemy. I was getting too close to her, I was losing grip on reality. I had to counter this before it was too late.

I had done some research over the past two weeks. Research on two subjects in particular.

The first was Stockholm Syndrome. For all intents and purposes I was Robyn’s hostage. Sure I could go about my business during the day but my evenings belonged to her. I spoke with her more than anybody outside of my assistant at the studio, even more than my husband. Combine this regular contact with Dylan’s 4 month absence and the, admittedly, incredible sexual experiences and an unhealthy kinship was bound to form. I found myself thinking about her more and more. Wondering how her day was going, worrying about her, hoping she’d enjoy the night’s performance, etc. These were not rational thoughts. The woman hated me and I really ought to hate her back. I read a whole book on the subject and forearmed with this knowledge I now felt armored against the syndrome’s insidious effects.

The second subject of research was anatomical, specifically around vaginal stretching. The sessions were getting longer and more intense and the toys were becoming larger. Despite myself I was loving it but I began to worry about Dylan and I’s sex life once he got back. Time and time and time again I read that stretching was just a myth. That it could happen for short periods of time but that the vagina could and would always return to normal. Some said a certain amount of loosening would happen as a natural aspect of aging but intercourse could not change a woman permanently. Even childbirth wasn’t enough to permanently loosen a woman in most cases. I noticed these assurances were generally women giving advice to other women, though all of the more legitimate sources on the internet backed them up. Digging into deeper corners of the web for a man’s perspective I discovered a much different story, accounts of how wives would loosen permanently after having a baby or stories about girlfriends loosening after work in the porn industry, but in the end I discounted these as sick misogynistic fetishistic fantasies. Knowing there was a road back gave me great comfort.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with the new package beside me, all dressed down and nowhere to go as usual, I look at myself in the corner mirror. I don’t see myself staring back. With the face covering mask on Natalie was no longer present. It is Missy looking back at me instead. Robyn was leeching away my very identity, or trying to at least. I sit up tall and remind myself who I am. I am Natalie, I am a healthy dynamic driven unique woman, I am a wife and a daughter and a sister, I carry within me a spark of the divine. I make the Anjali Mudra, palms pressed together in front of me, and bow my head to my reflection.

“Namaste.”

Feeling bolstered and grounded once more I wait until precisely the normal time to make the call.

“Hey Missy.” Comes my tormentors chipper voice.

“Hey.” I reply flatly. “Some storm.”

“I know, right?”

“Robyn. If the power would have gone out what would have happened?”

She sits still and studies me for a moment. “That would have depended on you.”

“Robyn.”

She lets out a sigh. “Missy, you are usually such a clever girl.”

“Don’t call me th…” My low voice trails off as I settle my emotions.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing” I shake my head. “Robyn, how can I keep doing this if everything might be for nothing through no fault of my own?”

“Oh, I don’t think this has been for nothing. No matter what happens.” I go to respond but she cuts me off. “Missy, I’m not completely unreasonable.”

“Pfff.” I cannot help but scoff. “But your precious schedule.”

“Our schedule.” She corrects me. “It’s more for your benefit than mine. It…gives us limits and structure. Trust me, if we didn’t have it you would not have liked the results especially early on. You do not want me improvising this.” Just the way she said that sent a shiver up my spine.

“But…”

“Missy, are you telling your phone doesn’t have a camera?”

“My phone?”

“Yes silly, your phone.” She says. “If the power goes out, improvise.”

“Oh. I just thought…um, huh.” Things had been so strict I hadn’t even considered a different avenue of communication. This tiny modicum of flexibility eased my fears significantly and I could feel the warm feelings toward her trying to reassert themselves. Tamping them back down I immediately set into opening the package without being asked.

“Somebody’s excited to get going.” She quips.

I don’t give her a reply. Inside the box this time was, as always, a fresh supply of lube, a butt plug in the same design as the others but larger, and a huge foot long silicone dildo. P3 and D5 respectively. The dildo was twice the length of an average man and nearly as thick as my wrist.

I just shake my head sadly. “I don’t know if I can handle this.”

“I have faith in you.” She responds. “Something is up today. What’s wrong Missy?”

“Nothing.”

“No, I can tell. You’re missing Dylan, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. We’ve never been apart this long.”

“My poor Missy.”

I huff. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, if you ever do though…”

“I won’t.” I straighten the towel out beneath me. “Let’s get this shit started. Let’s feed this sick fetish of yours.” I hadn’t meant to say that last part but I didn’t regret saying it.

She sits back, her index finger tapping along the lip of her mug. “Read the schedule.”

“Yep.” I snip. Opening the calendar I look over the days and the various times and requirements. I was relieved to see that the longer sessions continued to be capped out at one hour. Then my eyes settle on the 20th, it only had two letter with no time listed. “BD? What the heck is BD?”

Her face softens and her eyes smile. “You don’t know?”

“No.”

“It’s your birthday silly girl.”

“My birth…what?”

She chuckles. “Yes, your birthday. That day is all yours. You can do whatever you want for as short or as long as you want. It’s your special day.”

“My special…?” This simple gesture of kindness was rocking my world far more than it should have. “But… Robyn, why? I don’t understand.”

“You’ve been such a good girl Missy. You’ve made me very proud these last four months.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“But…why!?”

She tilts her head to the side. “Because it’s your birthday and I want you to be happy. Do I need another reason?”

All of my research and grounding are carried off like a stray kite in the wind. My brain knew better but I am a woman ruled by my heart. Those two simple letters on the piece of paper in my hand in this moment seemed the most wonderful, caring, and extraordinary gift I had ever received. I sniffle and wipe the tears from my eyes.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“Of course.” She reaches out an touches the edge of the screen. “If you need a few minutes I understand.”

I shake my head. “No. I’m ready.”

“That’s my girl.” She says proudly. “Okay, D5-P 20 minutes. But lets do things a bit differently today.”

She has me turn off the bright overhead light. The only illumination in the room now coming from the computer screen. I am then instructed to bring an extra soft blanket and a pillow into the center of the bed. After she ensures I lube up the new foot long monster cock copiously she has my lay across the center of the bed, my head on the pillow but still facing the screen. She then has me pull the comfy blanket over my naked body.

“But you won’t be able to see.” I say.

“That’s okay.” Her voice is calm and smooth and lovely. “Okay, just close your eyes and start to work it in. Tell me when you have it half way in.”

“Okay.”

I close my eyes and begin to rub and prod the fat tip against my slit. The room is completely silent beyond the whistling winds outside the house. With the dim lighting and the blanket covering me I could have easily faked it but I don’t. Using the mind-body control I had built up from years of yoga I bring my awareness to my sex and concentrate on relaxing, opening up to the toy like a blooming lily. D5 was crazy thick, even thicker than the 8 incher, but not massively so. Like the others this was an incremental step up.

Gripping it around the shaft just above its big balls I gradually push it inside. I feel my pussy expand to new levels, the muscles pressed out past their natural comfort point.

“Ohhh…oh….whooo!” I swallow hard. “It’s big.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.” I push another two inches into my straining tunnel. “Ohhh!” The truth was that it did hurt, but it hurt in a good way. Like holding a deep stretch on a sore muscle. Another two inches. “Ohhhh God!” I am so fucking full, way beyond anything even Luis or D3 could make me feel. I am stuffed to the absolute limit. I felt like an overfilled balloon ready to pop. Shifting my grip so I held the toy by the base I firmly push another two inches in…it just seemed to go on forever! “Ohhhh fuck. Fuck! I think…I’m gonna…cummmmmm! MMMMMMM!”

It is 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. I am rocked by a climax the likes of which I had never felt before. This one was hard and hit like an atom bomb. My pussy strains to bear down on enormous cock yet the muscles had nowhere to go, I was stretched to the max and already as tight I could be. My abdomen tightens, my pussy cramps around the toy, and I growl out my overwhelming agonizing rapture. “Grrrrraaaahhhhhh!”

“Keep it in. Don’t pull it out.” Robyn urges me.

“GNNNGH!” My tense flexing body quivers beneath the blanket. “FUUCK!”

As with the anal orgasm we discovered last month I once again experience a whole new facet of bliss. Never before had I cum simply from being entered. And never had an orgasm been so…violent. My pleasure hadn’t been stoked and fired up and brought to blaze. This climax had been literally **** out of me by sheer overpowering pussy stretching girth.

When it is over I am panting and trembling like a bitch in heat. “Oh shit!” I could feel I wasn’t far off from cumming again.

I hear the steady tone of Robyn’s calming voice. “Good girl. Good girl.” She says. “Okay, keep your eyes closed.”

I nod. “They’re closed.”

“Just settle, relax, be still.”

Using my training I start to breath deeply and attend to the out of control energies swirling through my body and spirit. It felt amazing and exhilarating bringing my disciplined mindfulness to bear during such an intense moment of primal sensation. I am able to tap into that same transcendence I feel when I hold a particularly challenging asana. Without meaning to I had, under Robyn’s guidance, tapped into a fresh avenue of self awareness.

“Good, good.” Robyn says in a soothing voice. “Now, keep your eyes closed. Listen to the wind. Do you hear it howling?”

“I hear it.” I whisper.

“Howling, blowing, raging like an antarctic winter. Imagine Dylan listening to that same wind howling outside his room.”

I could see him, I could hear the room, I could see the snow blowing outside his window. “Mmmm.”

“He’s thinking of you now. You know he is. He’s missing you as much as you miss him.”

“Yes. Dylan.”

“Good, good girl. Now imagine he is there with you. He’s come home for a visit. He’s come home to see his beautiful wife.”

“Mmmm.” I could feel his weight on top of me, I could smell his cologne, I could hear his breathing.

“He’s making love you. Do you feel him making love to you?”

“Yessss!” Without realizing it the cock had begun moving in and out of me. “Dylan, yesss!”

In my trance it is not rubber but flesh inside of me. A real cock. It is my husband’s cock pushing 8…10…12 long thick inches inside of me. So deep that he taps my sensitive cervix as he bottoms out. He FILLS me like I’ve never been filled before. It felt so right. Soon there is no pain, no discomfort, only an all encompassing heaven as my man takes me.

“Dylan…ohhh Dylan!” He makes love to me with long slow even thrusts. Fucking me deeper and longer and better than he ever had before. He brings the woman out of me time and time and time again with his magnificent manhood. “Ohhhhh Dylannn!

At some point I am dimly aware of a beeping followed by a whispered. “Good night. See you tomorrow.”

The wind rattles the house as my beloved Dylan continues to rock my world. We make sweet love well into the night.