Earlier, Drew wrote:
If you follow us on Twitter, you will know that yesterday we had some delicious fun that I am quite hoping repeats itself this morning, although since he greeted me this morning with a text that so eloquently said “You made my butt hole sore” (he’s poetic, that Rabbit) I may have to aim my fire elsewhere. The sex was good. Frankly, the best we have had together. He may or may not write about it…
OK, let’s write about it.
I wasn’t much in the mood for anything other than raw sex yesterday. I’m just too fucking horny to mess around with all the theatre that often accompanies the kind of sex we like. I wanted to suck his cock and then get fucked, period.
But, I’m still a subbie little rabbit and Drew had already planned onto which chair I’d be tied and how so I went along (after, of course, well and truly sucking him off). The particular room we were in at the W had a round chair with metal legs so he had me kneel on it with my head, chest and arms hanging over the back. He put the cuffs on my arms and legs and a high leather collar with D-rings around my neck. He secured my wrists to the legs of the chair pulling me over the back of it. He only used carabiners but it ended up being a tight fit and I couldn’t have gotten my hands into position to undo them if I had to, so that was hot. I admit, I was starting to get into it. He then placed a padded blindfold over my eyes and a ball gag in my mouth. The cuffs around my ankles were secured to the chair’s legs with a length of black rope that came up from the bottom and through the D-ring on the collar so my head was held down and in position.
Next thing I know, he was rubbing my exposed asshole with lube. His thick, rough fingers were poking and exploring freely and I wiggled and squirmed and whimpered into the gag but there wasn’t much I could do about anything other than accept my predicament. Next, I felt the head of a dildo against my hole push its way in without a lot of prevarication. He fucked me with it before leaving it there while he messed around with something in the room. I pictured myself there, tied to the chair, eyes covered, mouth gagged, ass in the air with a dildo sticking out and the heavy steel hanging between my legs.
Now, this next bit nearly killed my mood entirely. I noticed as I got onto the chair that he had a big Sharpie marker on a table, but didn’t think anything about it. I heard the cap come off but didn’t know what it was before I smelled the noxious odor. Then I felt him writing on my back. It may have been “DILF” (but I didn’t know) followed by an arrow leading down my spine and pointing to my ass. I tried to speak through the gag, but he kept going. After, I pushed the gag out with my tongue and asked what he had done. We didn’t discuss this beforehand and, in the past, we has specifically talked about the issues with marking me in any way since I went home to Belle at the end. Honestly, I was angry and suddenly did not want to be playing this game anymore.
Turns out, he was tricking me. There were two markers. The big black stinky Sharpie and another “invisible” marker. He used one to get my senses going and the other to “write” on me, though nothing showed up. Like I said, I was mad. But he fessed up right away and I was, as I mentioned, really fucking horny and by this time he was running his hand up and down over my asshole again so I decided to not make a scene and let him fuck me.
And boy howdy, did he fuck me. The chair rocked back and forth and tipped up a bit — enough that I though he’d push me over in his enthusiasm (and right down onto my firmly secured face). This is one of my most basic fantasies. Feeling the heavy steel swing in between my secured legs to the rhythm of him taking his pleasure from my hole. It was intense and difficult and not always enjoyable from my perspective but I was tied and locked and fixed in place and being what every sub wants to be in his heart: A receptacle of pleasure.
After a while, I could feel his sweat dripping onto the small of my back. He fucked me fast, he fucked me slowly, but it was always hard and deep. I was grunting and panting though the gag in syncopated rhythm to his thrusting.
Eventually, he tired. But most importantly, my chest, which was bearing a lot of my weight and the brunt of his pounding (after my ass, of course) ached. He undid my restraints and we moved to the bed.
Neither of us was done, though. We both wanted more. He put my legs up over his shoulders and entered me again. A deep, hard pounding with my head sunk between the soft, clean hotel-smelling pillows. All I could do was grin at the world-class fucking I was getting. The fucking I craved and needed. Badly.
As I laid there and felt his cock moving in and out I sensed another one to those trippy head games long term chastity will play on you. All I was, sexually — all I had — was a hole. I was a total bottom. I didn’t think about the penis. Didn’t consider it. It wasn’t there. I didn’t have it. Just a heavy thing hanging down over my stomach. It’s hard to express, but I expect this is what it’s like to be a woman. My job in this act was to be the thing he fucked, period. It was my job to service that cock, completely.
After a while of legs-in-the-air fucking, he fucked me from behind while we were laying on our sides. Then I got up on him and rode his cock. Then he laid on top of my back and fucked me that way. We fucked and fucked and fucking fucked. It was glorious.
It was exactly what I wanted. And that’s why my butthole hurts today.