Sarah and Sadie make love

I try to close my mouth but as Sarah grips and strokes the Marley dildo I can’t get the image out of my head. The image of Sarah settling in behind me, of pushing that massive dildo against my tight pucker. Even in the deep dark corners of my mind, I can’t imagine it fitting.

Sarah’s voice remains calm and sexy and sultry as she asks, “Do you think you’re ready for this big boy Sadie? Think you’re ready to ride the lightning?”

I still struggle to close my mouth even as I barely shake my head back and forth. No. No, I don’t think I can take that. Sarah just nods and turns around. She’s working at the dildo, but my attention is pulled to her shapely rear, right in front of me. Seeing it jiggle and flex with the straps framing it beautifully. When she turns back in profile to me, the dark Marley dildo is gone, replaced with the smaller, thinner, shorter, but still realistically shaped ‘Louis’ dildo. But it’s only smaller, thinner, and shorter in relation to the Marley dildo. It’s bigger, thicker, and longer than the smooth dildo that I’ve become used to.

Without another word, Sarah climbs up on the bed in front of me. Knowing that we’re moving on to Sarah’s favorite method of me lubing up the dildo, sucking and licking at it like a blow job, I try to rise into a full hands and knees position instead of my current position laying on my belly and breasts. Sarah’s hands coming to rest on my shoulders, however, stops me from rising.

“Shh, shh shh. Just lie there and open wide Sadie. Let me do all the work!”

Sarah is close enough to me that all I can see is her thighs. I get to see them flex and show muscle control that I barely have as she spreads her legs wide and lowers her strap on down until it’s pointed right at my still open mouth. Her hands move from my shoulders to grip two handfuls of my hair as she pushes forward, directing the dildo into my mouth.

I’m not sure if Sarah planned it or not, but with my arms pushed forward between her legs, with my legs bent over the edge of the bed, with my belly and breasts lying on the bed, and my head raised up like this, and especially with her hands holding my head steady, I have absolutely no leverage. I’d have to thrash my entire body to gain any type of control, and even then, I’m not sure I could overpower Sarah from down here. Before, the power balance was always give and take. I’d give Sarah the power, and she’d take it. Only when she literally tied me up did she get control without me giving it. But this, this is her taking power without me giving it. And as the dildo slides over my tongue with its familiar texture, I can only sigh in contentment as it feels right. Not just Sarah in control, but the person in front of me in control. I have no vision of who’s there and with a literal cock sliding in my mouth it’s easy to close my eyes and imagine Louis or even Marley being there. Controlling me. Silently, but powerfully, commanding me.

Sarah could simply glide the dildo in and out of my mouth and know it would get lubed up by my spit, but she does so much more than that. She withdraws the dildo entirely and pulls my mouth shut. Then she bumps it against my lips, making me give it kisses on the tip. She turns my head so she can slide the length of the dildo along my plump lips, only to have me open them and repeat the motion so that my wet tongue can come out and lick the length of the toy.

By the time Sarah is done, we’ve been here for long minutes, and I’ve kissed, licked, and sucked on every inch of the toy. It literally shines with the moisture I’ve given it. When she withdraws the toy and pats my head I can only murmur in response to her whispered “Good Girl”

My whole body tingles in anticipation as Sarah climbs off the bed and walks around behind me. Gently, she nudges my knees further apart, again taking more leverage from me as my weight almost completely moves to my belly instead of my knees. My hands clench and unclench still held above my head, bound my Sarah’s will alone. Her left hand rubs along the curve of my rear as I feel her nudge the head of the dildo in between my cheeks. Her cooing words are soft and calming and almost nonsensical. “Shhh, relax, good girl, smooth and easy, don’t clench, open up for me, be my girl, be my good girl…”

Even as she goes right on murmuring, Sarah’s left hand grips my hip and she pushes forward against my sphincter. It’s initially easy to relax as like any of the other dozens of times she’s pushed into me. But it barely takes a moment for the sensation to change. Where I’d normally feel the slightly bulbous end of her smooth dildo push its widest part into me, letting me relax around its thinner shaft, this one keeps widening further, opening me more and more. I can feel my back start to tense up and my body press further into the bed, an **** escape attempt.

Instead of pushing through, which I’m sure she could have, Sarah pulls back and rubs my entire rear with both of her hands. Her words continue to sooth like you’d do to a wild horse or a child, while she simply caresses my ass, my thighs, my hips, and my waist. Only when I’ve relaxed again does one of her hands disappear and she’s again pushing at my pucker.

She pushes in again. I tense up again. She pulls out again. She soothes again. Push again. Tense again. Pull out again. Soothe again. Push, tense, pull out, soothe. While I continue to struggle against the new larger size of this toy, I do relax in this simple rhythm. It’s not quite as penetrative as our normal sex, but it’s just as intimate. More so. And the small, little, submissive, feminine feelings are so much stronger. She’s not taking power, I’m not giving power, it’s just balanced as it should be. She HAS power. I have NO power. I know she could push into me at any time and there’s nothing I could do to stop it. Only her will, her loving kind will, doesn’t push in and belittle me further, humiliate me, hurt me.

Push, tense, pull out, soothe. Push, tense, pull out, soothe. Push, tense, pull out, soothe.

At one moment I’m relaxing into this sub space, and at the next the toy’s wide crowned head pushes in. My eyes fly open as I feel myself bearing down on the toy. I’ve had this toy in my mouth so much, so often, that I know its size, its texture, its girth. I know that the crown of the head is its widest part, but that the girth of the shaft isn’t all that much smaller. It’s all much wider than anything I’ve had up my rear, and now it’s not locked outside. It’s locked inside of me.

Sarah barely takes a beat before she starts moving again. I feel both of her hands grip my hips, holding me still, as she starts to rock to and fro behind me. My sphincter feels like it’s stretched to its limit, and while there is plenty of lubrication, both on me and on the toy, it feels like my sphincter is gripping the toy tightly. Therefore, Sarahs minute movements are barely pushing into me, and barely pulling out. But while there isn’t much movement in and out of me, I can feel the other side of the strap on moving more. Sarah is moving two or three inches on each slide in and out of me, almost all that movement taken up by her sliding up and down on her side of the toy. Again, she keeps that smooth calm rhythm going, letting me get used to the toy’s new size and texture while she gets to toy herself more and more.

And as she continues to coo and move and slide and murmur, I feel myself relaxing more and more. By the time I pull out of my simple, small, sub space enough to assess what’s actually happening, I feel that Sarah is now sliding a full two inches of the toy in and out of me. While she remains moving at the same speed, each pass goes further in and out of me, each pass keeps sliding in and out of Sarah. And before I can really get my head around it, I feel the toy bottom out in me. The fake balls pressing against me, Sarah’s body pressing against mine.

Sarah lets out a long sigh and leans forward, big spooning me as I continue to lie motionless under her. Her lips find that magical point to kiss on the back of my neck and I hear her whisper in my ear “You’re so good Sadie. You feel so good!”

That praise tingles through my entire body, centering inside of my cage, rippling up to my nipples, bouncing back to my filled rear and echoing inside my mind over and over and over. I’m good. I feel good. I’m a good girl.

When Sarah moves upright again, she moves her hands to my waist, and I feel a shift as we enter the next stage of our coupling. All of this, from my licking at Sarah, to her having me lick the toy, to her pressing to gain entrance, to her working it deep inside of me, this has all been preparatory. Setting up for the main event. And all I can do to convey my complete and total acceptance of this is to let out a long guttural soulful moan as Sarah holds me still and pulls the toy almost all the way out.

When the crown of the dildo’s head pulls on my sphincter Sarah barely stops before pushing back into me. It’s one long constant movement with no discernable difference between her sliding in and sliding out. The prep work has paid off as I’m fully open to her, the toy is fully lubricated, I’m fully lubricated. On the fourth slide into me Sarah takes just a moment to grind into me, making me feel my plump rear jiggle and move before she glides back out. On the sixth she repeats the action and speeds up her movements. On the eighth she grinds for several long tantalizing moments before releasing my waist and giving my ass a slap.

I’m lost between a desire to stop, to simply cuddle and enjoy this new level of closeness that Sarah has introduced me to, and to buck back against her. Between being more passive, and more active. Between being silent and asking for her to fuck me.

My held tongue pays off though as Sarah keeps speeding up. I start letting out little yelps of pleasure as the toy finds its way over my magical area, my prostate. Soon enough my ass feels like it’s constantly in motion, whether from Sarah’s delightful grinds or simply her quick motion in and out. Either way, I’m wiggling and jiggling in response to her movements.

Believing this moment couldn’t overwhelm me anymore, Sarah proves me wrong by going so fast and pressing into me with enough **** that I start to hear the ‘plat plat plat’ of our flesh bouncing off each other. Between my yelps and moans and stifled cries, I can hear Sarah vocalizing her own pleasure. It amazes me that she’s not only doling out all of this mind-blowing pleasure to me, she’s also getting her own pleasure. That she’s using my body to please her.

On and on and on Sarah continues to move. We shift from sharing an intimate moment, to sliding and grooving with each other, to making love, to screwing, to outright fucking. My whole body crashes and shakes with each impact she makes. I’m lost in near screams of pleasure. I feel that even in my cage I’m close to cumming, and I can hear the tenseness in Sarah’s voice and know she’s just as close as I am. Of course, as history has shown, she’ll gain her orgasm. She’ll dive deep into me, grind relentlessly, and buck as she achieves ecstasy and since she’s not playing the part of Louis, not giving me the experience of having a man with me, I’ll be left on that precipice.

The night almost ends that exact way.

Sarah keeps sliding in and out of me, fucking me. My cries and screams of pleasure are coming so fast, whether on the point where she hits that magical spot deep inside of me, or when she bottoms out and grinds into me. My throat is actually getting sore as my voice grows hoarse. And finally, I feel Sarah completely tense up. Her cry is loud and ear piercing and magical. But instead of undecipherable simple cries of joy, Sarah adds words to her euphoria. “OH GOD SADIE, I LOVE YOU!”

More than lying underneath Sarah, more than having my arms stretched above my head as though they were tied there, more than having a life like dildo literally fucked in and out of me, more than having my prostate played like a violin, Sarah’s words penetrate me and flick that switch. My body joins Sarah’s in tensing up. As I suck in a lung full of air, I feel my balls clench up and though I’m still held maddeningly soft in my cage, I feel the cum dribble and push out of me. That area of my body is mixed. Achy and contorted, but pleasing and orgasmic. The real pleasure comes from everywhere else. Not just my nipples, though they feel extraordinary, not just my ass, though it feels magical, my entire body feels like it’s exploding with pleasure. I shake and writhe and buck under Sarah’s hold as I respond with feeling that somehow comes out as fitting words, “I LOVE YOU SARAH!”