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Phoenix Rising With A Fiery Ass

12 April 2021 /

I’m back! Six months after my previous blog disappeared from the internet without any notice, I’ve finally been able to get some new hosting sorted, and here I am, as kinky as ever, as naughty as ever, as explicit as ever and ready to blog.

Sorting out hosting has been surprisingly difficult. Most hosts specifically exclude explicit content in their terms and conditions, and some that do allow it are very expensive. Luckily, I’ve found Vice Temple, who are both reasonably priced and happy to allow very explicit content.

As I have full control of the blog now, I am taking the opportunity to give the layout a little spruce up. Nothing too radical, but the old theme I was forced to use didn’t work very well with mobile devices and had some annoying issues that I can fix now I’m in full control of the site. The blog has a new name and strapline, reflecting better how the blog has developed, and obviously, it has a new URL. I’ve been very lucky with the domain name: I wasn’t expecting KinkyMira.com to be free. It is nice and easy to remember, and I’m really happy to have it.

I have all the blog posts from my previous blog saved, and over the next few months, I’ll be posting them again, having given them a fresh edit. The tone of some of those older posts was not as explicit (when they could easily be), so I’m also bringing them in line with the newer material now that my style has settled down, and I’ve noticed the odd error or thing I can improve, and now seems a good time to deal with those. I have brand new material from the last few months to post to get us going again, and I’m also tweaking the categories and tags, in light of what I learned with the first blog.

I have three new areas, Who’s Who, Timeline and Firsts. Who’s Who shows all the relationships between people in this blog, as it is easy to lose track of who is who (particularly as historic and current posts are mixed in the post list). Timeline shows the blog posts in chronological order as the events occurred. Firsts is a chronological list of all the first times a particular activity is carried out with a particular person. All three pages will grow as blog posts get added (including the old ones). Also, for fans of my ass, I have the largest resolution image of my ass picture for you to enjoy. It is one of my favourites of my ass, pantyless of course, with just a hint of pink that signifies some paddle action earlier in the day.

Exciting times ahead, and I hope you will enjoy reading my words and posting comments. Your feedback has been lovely and has really spurred me on to restart the blog.

So that is the phoenix rising from the ashes bit covered. The symbolic rebirth, the hope, and the renewal. But this particular phoenix has a fiery ass. Spankings with a hand, a wooden hairbrush and then a tawse will do that. The wooden hairbrush and tawse make a particularly potent pair, mixing widespread impacts with highly focussed ones.

The tawse is new. Last November, I realised my ass needed something harder than the paddle we’ve been using. The tawse I bought was a Lochgelly Three Tail Tawse, a traditional hand-crafted tawse made from dense but supple black leather, meaning it wraps round the ass as it is applied and delivers a uniform strike across its length. It is a classic style school strap, but with particularly tough leather, meaning my ass knows about it. It is 18 inches long, which means that a well-aimed strike can cause the tawse to wrap round both ass cheeks including both sides. I have found it to give a most thorough all over spanking of all the implements been used on me to date.

When he first used it on my ass, it was that intense that I could only take about 10 strokes, but I’ve built up over time to take 30-40 depending on the day (even though the overwhelming intensity is still there). That’s much more what I was hoping for after those early sessions. (My challenge for 2021 is to have 2021 strokes of the tawse during the year; that works out at around 39 a week, so I’m now well on track to complete that challenge.)

But the spankings that gave me the fiery ass were related to this website. You see, my husband is a techie, and he did all the setup to make this blog possible. (I’m in awe of techies, because of the way they just know all the little things that need doing that mere mortals such as I would not have an inkling about).

But after many years freelancing, he’s always had this thing about never undervaluing his work. So, when I asked him if he’d help me, I offered to make payment so as to not undervalue his work. He obviously said I didn’t need to, but I was quite insistent, also making the point that I did not want him to skimp on time or effort as I wanted it done properly. Thus, we came up with payment spankings. Each and every day he worked on this blog, I’d get a spanking in proportion with the time. We agreed on a hand warm up, followed by wooden hairbrush and ending with the tawse (with the tawse strokes not counting towards my challenge total). At the time of the agreement, I had no idea that the wooden hairbrush and tawse would combine to massively increase the pain and torment my ass would feel. I soon found that out after his first day of work.

But I’m a girl of my word, and so every night, I’ve been over his lap for the hand spanking and the wooden hairbrush and then over the arm of the sofa for the tawse. Only once before have I had spankings on a good number of consecutive days, but only with the paddle. This was something else. The pain was fabulous, and my ass feeling like it was on fire and being split in two by the tawse was wonderful. Both the tawse and the wooden hairbrush were bruising in their own way and adding this day after day all went to increase the pain my ass had to go through. At first, I thought I was getting too few strokes, but the relentless day-on-day spankings soon proved I was getting enough.

But all too soon, he finished the website and with it my spankings finished. I wanted to carry on with them. My husband thought my ass had had enough for a while. He was probably right, but boy has that tawse exceeded my expectations. I was so right that I was ready for a harsher implement, and my careful and considered selection of a quality hand-crafted tool has certainly paid off.

My husband has enforced a two week recovery period for my ass. He reckons well deserved. I have no sympathy for my ass and can’t wait for the tawse to wrap itself round my cheeks again. Happily, that will be shortly after the recovery period ends, as he’s been saving up the payments for the odd tweaks he has made recently. My cunt is getting wet just thinking about it.

But in the meantime, I have the blog to keep me busy. So please make my ass’ sacrifice and torment worthwhile by reading, commenting, and using this blog for your enjoyment. It is so good to be back.

Cunt Worship And Queening Chairs (Part Two)

12 October 2020 /

I’ve already written about the three easier steps that Olivia laid out for embracing Cunt Worship. These are more of a challenge.

Fourthly, my husband always wanted to lick my cunt a lot more, but there were two issues. Firstly, I didn’t appreciate the act in its own right, and just wanted him to hurry up and get on to making me cum. Secondly, my aches and pains were always a blocker. So, for us, finding a Queening Chair was the key to much longer and sustained cunt lickings.

After trying both types of Queening Chair in France, they had distinctly different uses, so I was greedy and wanted both. The French engineer built and shipped both to us, and they arrived about a month after we got back. He even modified them a little, to include clips for holding spreader bars for my ankles or wrists and other clips to secure cuffs for my ankles or wrists behind my shoulders. I would have previously been horrified at the thought of my wrists being bound, but I liked this concept and potential here.

Olivia felt we needed to make the Queening Chairs a big focus of our Cunt Worship, by using them regularly. I intended to do that anyway, but channelling that enthusiasm meant a lot of cunt focus. She thought we could easily get up to an hour at a time licking me out, and that she considers an hour to be the minimum time a cunt should be licked for as a worship session. She also suggested I might at times like to use a mask, ear and nose plugs to deprive myself of my senses, to really focus me on my cunt.

The Queening Chairs are so comfortable that I can sit there and have my cunt worked for hours, and both Vicki and my husband now work my cunt for over an hour at a time. Vicki in particular seems to be addicted to my cunt, so will be down there savouring its taste, its smell, and its look for hours.

I find it relaxing to just close my eyes and let whoever get on with it.  The contact and the feeling of closeness is great, and I have got used to orgasming and then having more contact immediately after, a circumstance where I used to want my cunt left alone. I am very sensitive to touch, and feel every little touch, every lick, and every suck. It is very intense, but I’ve just embraced this intensity and now enjoy it.

Victoria and my husband are both so careful and so diligent in the way they work my cunt, paying attention to every part of it. I quite often can’t believe I didn’t want this for so long over the years – all that pleasure I missed out on.

I had several unsuccessful attempts at getting a mask that worked to block out the visuals, so I reluctantly went for a garment that I wasn’t planning to go near – hoods. I found a correctly sized cock-sucker hood, which is a full head neoprene hood with a large hole over the mouth through which you can breathe, or a cock can be inserted; there is no other holes, so that combined with a pair of good earplugs and a pair of good nose plugs means sight, smell and sound are all totally removed. Once I got the hood, it achieved what Olivia talked out, which was a total focussing of all your sensory capacity on touch, and if all that touch is only to your cunt, it produces the most amazing sensory experience, almost overwhelming at times, and makes you feel, for that period, that you are truly totally focussed on your cunt and that everything does indeed go through your cunt.

Fifthly, we needed to learn cunt massage. It is often called Yoni Massage or Vulva Massage and is predominantly an emotional thing rather than a sexual thing. I have been known to cum whilst he’s doing it, but normally I don’t and cumming isn’t really the aim.

There are lots of things to try, but I’ve found the best is for him to start massaging my tits, starting with the outer fleshy parts, moving on to my areolas but leaving my nipples alone for at least a couple of minutes. Once he does get to them, he squeezes, pinches and tugs at them.

Then he heads down my body over my belly, massaging as he goes, occasionally revisiting my nipples along the way, and after a suitable time period, he gets down to my pubic mound, which he again massages and strokes. I normally have my eyes closed by this point to focus on his work.

Then he heads lower and starts massaging my cunt. using techniques like circling (where he circles my clit with larger and smaller circles without touching it much), cupping (where he cups my cunt, making circular motions, then flattening out his hand to increase pressure), pushing and pulling (where he pushes down on my clit, making small repetitive movements or pulls down the side of my clit with his finger), rolling (where he rolls my clit between finger and thumb, eventually like he is trying to snap it off) and tugging (where he tugs on various parts of my cunt, pulling it away from my body – parts include my clit, my lips, my hood and anything else he can find).

Once this is done, he moves to massage the inside of my cunt, inserting fingers and massaging the inside using small circular movements and changing the speed from fast to slow. He tries to massage every part of my cunt that he can reach, ending up with my G-spot using a “come to me” type finger shape. The aim isn’t to make me cum, but I can do and have.

He sometimes combines the G-spot massage with the clitoral massage, and that can make me squirt. There is a big emotional difference between squirting in the full-on heat of a good fuck and squirting in the process of a cunt massage. He can now make me do both and regularly does, but a squirt under massage feels like much more of a gentle controlled almost coaxed release.

Sixthly, and to the most controversial thing Olivia said. Newer cunt worship, mostly powered by porn, has the woman in total control with the man worshipping her cunt. In more old-fashioned style Cunt Worship, in which both of us (or now all three of us) worship the cunt, she said that I needed to understand that my cunt belongs to my husband (and as it turns out to Vicki) as much as to me; the implication is that we all have an equal right to worship it whenever and wherever we like, and that, as the bearer of the cunt, I have to make it available for worship whenever wanted, and I should display it whenever possible.

This feels like a seismic loss of bodily autonomy; a transfer of rights to my cunt away from me and gets even more interesting when you bring Vicki into things. After all, if we all worship both her cunt and mine, this rule would mean I have just as much right to Vicki’s cunt than to my own. Very strange indeed and a bit disturbing, but Olivia said this was critical to proper (in her mind) Cunt Worship.

Vicki and I are certainly not ready for that at the moment, but we do certainly do the other five. I need to talk to Olivia again to find out why she feels six is so important. Neither Vicki nor I are saying never, just not now.

Cunt Worship And Queening Chairs (Part One)

3 October 2020 /

I have just realised that I teased a post on Cunt Worship ages ago, and I never actually finished and posted it. I even mentioned our Queening Chairs in later posts without mentioning how we got them. So, I will rectify that now.

I had a lot to think about after our holiday in France (about a year ago now and seems like a lifetime ago). I think the essence of what Olivia was getting at is that our cunts are amazing things that should be celebrated, loved, cherished, honoured, and worshipped. From discussions I’ve had and research I’ve done, not many of us women pay much attention to our cunts, other than to be filled with cock, as part of an orgasm or as a way to deal with our partners.

I think men are generally more appreciative of our cunts than women are (on average), and certainly the men I’ve been with have looked, touched, and caressed mine for as long as I would allow, which until recently wasn’t very long at all. At the time, it gave me great pleasure for my cunt to be filled with cock and cum, but I have to admit that I underappreciated my cunt otherwise. My husband always got pleasure from looking at my cunt and playing with it in various ways, but until this, I let him do it because it made him happy, rather than being something I totally wanted, even though when he did play with it, I did enjoy it enormously.

So, whether you believe in the energy flows or whole essence of a woman being channelled through her cunt, or the power a cunt holds over men or indeed a lot of women, or just that a cunt is a thing of wondrous pleasure that should be celebrated, then a bit more Cunt Worship is probably in order, and I ended up looking forward to valuing and appreciating my cunt more.

It is clear from talking to Olivia that Cunt Worship means different things to different people, and we each need to choose our own meaning and make changes accordingly. For me, I think I need to embrace my cunt’s beauty, its pleasure, and its power.

Olivia was enormously impressed with my pantyless way of life, something she had not achieved at the time (although inspired by me and my rules, she did go pantyless permanently last July), particularly the way I never cover my cunt up (apart from for wetting purposes). She loved the fact I always let my cunt have air flow around it, and even wetting is about my cunt and what comes out of it. She said my whole pantyless setup was a perfect example of Cunt Worship, and with my love of displaying my cunt, I was a Cunt Worship natural.

She suggested a number of steps for me to think about for my Cunt Worship journey.

Firstly, she suggested that we should both spend more time looking at and admiring my cunt. My husband did this quite a bit, and he never tired of it. But I never did it, and indeed, I had never seen the beauty of my own cunt. I had never really looked admiringly at my cunt – I had at Victoria’s and my other female partners, but never my own.

Olivia suggested I use an adjustable mirror to allow me to see it in comfort, and she suggested that I should spend at least thirty minutes doing so at least twice a week. She said during these half hours I should not masturbate, but look and admire, explore the folds, and generally see the beauty my cunt exudes.

I found these half hours to be a little like medication, that a calm descended over me and that I began to appreciate the beauty between my legs in a way I had never done before, and in a way, I think my husband long did.

I got my husband to tell me what me thought was beautiful about it. Clearly, it is aesthetic, but he loves the folds, the hole and the shapes and colours. He loves the way it can look completely different at times depending on how it is arranged, but it is clearly still my cunt, and he says he could clearly pick it out of a line-up. (I might test that one day). But the thing that really brings it to life is how it moves, as I breathe, or it slightly vibrates seemingly on its own. This is what makes him feel it is a very special part of my body and worthy of worship.

During these half hours, my actions were very slow, partially to avoid starting me down an orgasm path, but also this is a time for slow and deliberate actions; you don’t get to really admire, appreciate, and learn about something in a hurry.

It actually wasn’t very long before I really started to see the beauty and power of my cunt (in particular it’s pulsing and vibrations at times made me feel that). I suppose I started viewing it like a piece of art, with all its detail, its intricacy, and its movement, and only then did I start really appreciating how it looked.

Secondly, I needed to spend much more time solo on my cunt. I had never really taken the time to embrace what I have between my legs for itself, focussing instead on the act of making myself cum. I have made myself cum with toys quite a lot (although she said I should do more), but for me to embrace Cunt Worship, I needed to fully embrace my cunt, and that meant to play with it, to work it and to please it. So, a lot of playing, slow build up, work it with fingers and toys and yes, eventually orgasms, but after a good time, not as quickly as possible.

Thirdly, my husband needed to do more of all those acts and actions on my cunt that he often does, and I needed to focus on them as acts of worship, rather than stand-alone events, increasing the importance and emotion of them to a new level; things like lifting up my skirt to touch my cunt, playing my cunt when we are watching TV, parting my lips to watch me piss in close up detail, and cleaning or wiping my cunt.

More cunt inspections were in order, again as acts of worship. There is no tongue involved here, just his fingers for detailed and methodical inspections of every part of my cunt.

I finally bought the speculum he wanted. I’ve been scared of speculums since I had two of them snap closed on me during medical procedures. But needs must, as there really is nothing as good for cranking open a cunt and allowing inspection deep within it.

I’ve been told a couple of times when having my coils fitted that I have a long vagina, so I bought a large speculum, and it fits really well. When he has me cranked open and is using a torch to inspect deep within me, I really feel the depth of gaze, like he’s looking into my soul and my heart.

Those three steps are more about me and my attitude to my cunt. The other three steps (which will be in the next blog post) are more of a challenge.

Nurse Mira (Part Two)

21 September 2020 /

I was standing there in my gaping nurse’s tunic, a white bra, a nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders. I still had cum slowly oozing out of my cunt and I had him lying face down in a traditional theatre gown, his ass framed by the opening at the back.

He knew his ass was about to be invaded by an inflatable butt plug. I parted his cheeks and opened his pucker with one hand, first spitting and then drooling onto his pucker to provide a little lubrication. I used the butt plug to spread around the spit and then smoothly but purposefully inserted the deflated butt plug through his pucker.

Then I started inflating it. He has a greedy ass, so I knew he’d take a fair size, and I kept pumping, counting the squeezes of the bulb. When he started saying how full he felt, I paused to allow his ass a chance to relax to the invasion, and I stood by his face again to allow him to look at and smell my cummy cunt whilst stroking his hair and saying soothing and encouraging words. After a few minutes, I pressed on with inflating it, only stopping once he was almost sobbing because of how large it was. I wrote down the number of bulb squeezes, and then I helped him to turn over to use his weight to keep the inflated butt plug firmly in place.

He was clearly uncomfortable, which was my plan, and I left him there with the massive invasion in his ass for nearly a couple of hours. I knew the large invasion would make it difficult for his cock to get hard again, but that was my challenge. When I returned, I took the measurements of his flaccid cock that I missed before, and then I started masturbating his cock in the same way as before, and as I expected his cock wasn’t really playing ball.

Deciding that he needed visual and nasal stimuli, I gracefully climbed onto the bed and knelt in a face-sitting type position, facing down his body with my cummy cunt hovering over his face (but out of reach of his tongue).

I knew my cunt was having an effect, as his cock was starting to stir again. I bent forward over his body, my mostly covered tits pressing into his chest, and lined my mouth up with his cock. Just before I started sucking on his cock, I felt some cum start to drip out of my cunt, and I glanced back to check it landed on his face.

All that stimulation worked, and his cock once again started to get hard. After I felt I had tantalised him enough, I lowered my cunt to his face and allowed him to start licking the cum off and out of me. That did it, and his cock once again got very hard, twitched, and this time, I took the load of cum in my mouth.

I desperately needed to cum, but that really wasn’t on scenario at this point. So, I reluctantly climbed off him, and standing next to his bed, I spat and dribbled the cum out of my mouth into his open mouth (without our lips touching). Until that session, I’d never found spitting or dribbling cum to be sexy, but in the heat of the moment, it was incredibly arousing.

When I had spat as much of his cum into his mouth as I could, I told him to swallow, and I did the same.

I was still desperate to cum, so having briefly left the room, I returned with Adam, his big dildo mounted in my strap-on harness. His eyes widened on seeing it. He knows what happens now: I always expose my clit whilst putting on the strap-on, and as I drive in and out, the flat end of the dildo rubs on my clit and makes me cum repeatedly. It is always a massive challenge for me to keep a consistent rhythm to build to his orgasm; it doesn’t feel right just to use his asshole to hold a dildo whilst I cum over and over.

Normally I warm him up with smaller dildos first, but I figured he was warmed up enough by the inflatable butt plug. I started sensually lubing up the dildo, making sure to stroke up and down the full length of the dildo with my hands.

I told him that this test I was about his ability to cum by anal stimulation alone, and I told him to turn over in preparation for the test. Adam was quite a challenge for him at this time (although he has moved on to larger ones now), and in the preceding weeks, I had only just built up to getting Adam all the way in on a vigorous motion.

I released the air from the inflatable butt plug, and in one motion pulled it clear of his ass. His asshole gaped for a few seconds, as it had been held wide open for nearly a couple of hours, and as it started to slowly close up, I clambered onto the bed and inserted the tip of the dildo in through the gaping asshole.

I firmly pushed the dildo in as deep as it would go, and he reared up with a little yelp as I drove in.

I leant forward and gave him a mirror, so that he could look back and see me riding him. He hadn’t seen me undo the top half of the tunic, so my white bra covered tits and free-to-view nipples were on show.

I focussed on his asshole and started to build up my rhythm. It didn’t take many strokes before I felt my first orgasm starting to build. I was determined to keep quieter than normal in these circumstances, but some noise did escape my lips as I came the first time. As usual, I tried to not break rhythm, despite a shuddering orgasm, and then I carried on with a slightly higher tempo.  Wave after wave passed over me, and all the time, his asshole just accepted Adam’s full length every time.

Eventually, my clit was starting to feel a little sensitive and a little tender and my rolling orgasms came to an end, allowing me to focus solely on his asshole and making him cum. With me making sure I was almost making the dildo pop out of his asshole on every stroke and driving it in as hard as I could manage on every stroke, he got louder and that made me even more resolute to complete the job.

I was in a race against time before my body gave out, but each moan of his was a little louder until eventually his body tensed and then released as he screamed out. I had a final few big slams into his asshole, and then lay down so my tits rested on his back, cuddling down to him.

Once I got my strength back, I got up, extracted the dildo from his asshole and climbed off. Then I rolled him over and looked at the mess I had made. I bent over and licked his cum off his body and the sheets, and then leant over him and again spat cum into his mouth.

With my tits still out, I declared his examination over, and that he may be called back for some more tests at a later point, and I left him to it.

I was very happy how that session had played out and I had more good ideas for the next session, but had to wash the uniform first, as it appeared to have cum on it. Not sure how that happened!

Nurse Mira (Part One)

9 September 2020 /

The secretary outfit was fabulous, and I was well and truly hooked on using outfits to enhance sex, but I wanted my next outfit to be one that put me in charge rather than him. I remembered that not long after we got together, my husband was looking through an old work wear catalogue and had stopped at the nurse’s uniforms page. He gestured towards a nurse’s tunic and said I’d look good in that. It was barely long enough to cover my cunt and definitely wouldn’t cover my ass, yet he didn’t have trousers or a skirt in mind.

So, for my next outfit, I started by ordering a nurse’s tunic in the colour scheme I always think of first for a nurse, which is light blue with white trim, and since I was between sizes, I bought the smaller size in the hope of generating a bit of gaping around the tits.

It was delivered whilst he was at work, and so I got to try it on and gaze longingly at it. It definitely needed a bra to enhance my cleavage, and I knew exactly which one I needed – a Panache Inferno, now sadly no longer available other than second hand. It has a very deep plunge, so it is perfect for those gaping looks. I had a stash of them, a white one amongst them. I only normally wear a white bra if I want the bra to show and the colour is important, which was definitely the case here. It looked great under the tunic, creating the gaping effect I was after. I decided to do a little surgery on the bra, cutting discs out where my nipples and areolas are, so my nipples would rub on the tougher fabric of the tunic to automatically keep them somewhat erect, as I definitely wanted my nipple shape to show through the tunic. I added a vintage style nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders to give me a hard wearing and fairly authentic looking costume.

I also decided my husband needed a traditional theatre gown, opening at the back with ties in full ass displaying glory.

The day I decided to reveal the outfits, I was waiting for him when he came in from work. When he saw me in the outfit, he clearly liked what he saw.

As I started to address him, I reminded myself of my goal to be professional throughout the encounter and to not react when I get turned on or when I cum: that was a hell of a challenge for somebody as vocal as I normally am.

With that in mind, I welcomed him to the ‘hospital’ and told him to strip, put the gown on and to sit on the bed to await the consultation. I left him for a while and when I returned, he had complied. I stood next to him, my gaping cleavage at eye height right by his face, and as I started to ask him questions, I saw his eyes mostly look towards my tits, only occasionally looking at my face.

I started by looking into his eyes, then his ears, and then his mouth (using an ice cream stick as a spatula). As I said all that looked good, I slipped the gown off his shoulders to reveal his chest and used a metal ruler to measure the diameters of his nipples and areolas. Then I started playing with his nipples, saying I was checking whether his body responded to stimulation, and it did. I squeezed, twisted, and pulled at his nipples, making him moan enthusiastically. His nipples are quite small, but they got noticeably larger and significantly harder at my fingertips. I remeasured the diameters, and then declared his nipple response was as I would expect, and I helped him to put the gown back on.

I then got him to lie on the bed and I picked up the front of the gown, folding it back to uncover his cock. It was already stirring after the nipple workout. I sighed and said as it was slightly erect, I would need to wait to take my measurements, and I moved on to inspecting his cock and balls, first looking all round his partially erect cock, peeling back the foreskin, and running my finger round behind his glans. His cock was nearly erect at this point, so I began pumping the length of his cock with my right hand, whilst cupping and squeezing his balls with my left hand.

His cock quickly jumped to attention and then, over time, got harder and harder with each squeeze of the balls. I carried on with this until I could resist his rock-hard cock no longer. I quickly measured its length and diameter, then after a few moments of focussed strokes with my hand, I climbed onto the bed, straddled him (facing him), and lined my cunt up with his cock.

I slid down enveloping his cock and started riding, sliding his cock in and out, feeling his full length deep inside me, and trying desperately to not make noises that would normally signal that I was enjoying the penetration. It wasn’t long before I felt that tell-tale twitch of his cock that meant he was very near cumming. So, I slid up his cock so that only his glans was between my lips, and a fraction of a second later, I felt a number of good squirts fire into my cunt. After he had finished, his cock shrank quickly and slipped out of me.

I climbed off and in a very matter of fact voice, I said that test was successful. I covered over his cock with the gown (without cleaning him up) and I moved on to the next test – I popped a thermometer in his mouth and stood with my cummy cunt right next to his face, waiting for the thermometer to finish. I looked down and saw him transfixed at my cunt and I knew his nose would be filled with the strong smell of sex from my cunt.

I removed the thermometer and noted the reading, and then I told him I’d need to confirm that with an anal temperature reading and told him to roll over. His ass crack was beautifully framed by the opening of the gown. As I moved to put the thermometer through his asshole, I felt some cum start to escape from my cunt. I waited with my cunt by his face again, knowing that he was likely to see a bead of cum oozing from my cunt. He was again staring with a look of lust on his face.

I finally removed the thermometer and again noted the temperature. I flexed my cunt muscles to make my cunt wink at him and to encourage more cum to ooze out. His eyes widened and he finally looked up at my face. I told him that I needed to measure the internal volume of his ass, and I produced an inflatable butt plug. I started applying lube to it, as I told him I would insert this and inflate it until he was clearly uncomfortable to provide me with an indicative volume. It was a substantial butt plug, as I knew his greedy ass would be able to take it. I intended to cause him a lot of discomfort with a massive inflation, and I knew I’d have to work hard to bring his cock back to life.

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