Robyn s Predicament
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This lockdown is so frustrating. Not that I ever played a real lot, but having even the opportunity to play removed somehow makes it worse!
So I guess a girl has to do what a girl has to do. With too much time on hands, and too much time looking at, er, naughty things; well, what’s a girl to do?
Last night, after a lovely lengthy hot shower, and shaving in all the right places, I wondered what I should do. Inspiration soon found me.
I dug out my old electro equipment. Now, this is nothing fancy or expensive, rather simple ‘AliExpress’ stuff, battery-powered, which when used optimally, can still give, er, interesting, results. This is the type of stuff:
So there I was, my tiny little clitty, all hooked up… (And very rare not to be locked in chastity!)
… and then neatly tucked away in some sweet little panties.
But that would be way too easy, just plugging the cords in and zapping away.
I was smiling, but not for long.
So next came the nipple clamps, biting viciously into my tender little buds.
And then it was time to set to work.
I dialled up the electro to send out varying pulses and throbs and buzzes. At as high a level as I could stand it. Some of the cycles caused me to call out in, er, discomfort.
And with my breast forms squeezed into my bra and crushing the clamps flat against my chest, things were…. hurting.
But I know that’s not enough. A girl must always work on her girl skills. So out came my number two dildo. Not my smooth, slick black one, but the next size up, the slightly larger-than-most-life white one. With ridges and veins and a more realistic shape.
And I started working…
My aims were to get to a point of consecutive ‘all the way’ ins. At the same time squeezing my boobies (and thus the clamps within), while suffering the electrical onslaught on my clitty.
At times, the combination really, really hurt. At times just a single component really, really hurt.
Once the bra came off, the ‘freedom’ of the clamps started to bite (!) even further.
The electro felt like it was frying my little clit. I was bouncing, hopping around at times from the constant jolts. At the same time I was trying to get the big plastic cock down my throat. And all the while, my sensitive little nipples were screaming.
The drool was accumulating, I was managing to get repeat insertions, still choking, still spluttering, and still screaming out from time to time from the electric bursts.
Was I horny? No, not really. Was I sexually excited? Hell no. My clit was being fried! But I knew this was something I should be doing. I knew that I should not be feeling pleasure or sexual desire. This is what I want. This is my role. When I am with a partner (or partners) it is not for me to be excited and getting pleasure, it is for them. It is my job to provide pleasure without regard for my own. Hence, this kind of training is essential.
I must learn to suck cock, to deep throat if I can. I must learn to be able to accept discomfort. I must learn to be able to focus on the job at hand, and not my own little peripheral needs and wants and any unpleasantness I may be feeling.
After maybe thirty minutes, the dildo was coated with my throat goo, there was a pool of drool on the floor, I was not becoming used to the zapping, but at least tolerating it. My nipples were still killing me though.
So when I removed the clamps…. Yow!!!!
I thought they looked lonely and distorted and bruised and sore, so what did I do?
Yes, I applied nipple suckers! (And turned up the voltage!)
Those nipple suckers are nasty little buggers, causing your little buds to become engorged with blood, and they start burning and hurting quite substantially, quite quickly.
See how the nips are lifted out away from the breast…
And when they are removed, the nipple remains very sensitive and somewhat expanded for quite some time. (I did not have the courage to reapply the clamps!)
I lay back on the bed, almost exhausted, my throat and jaw sore from the work I had done, my nipples on fire, and the electricity still zapping my little bitty bit.
I changed the cycle of the electro unit to one I knew from past experience can force an ‘ejaculation’.
It’s not really an orgasm, and not really very pleasurable. It sort-of just physically causes the right spasms, and a release of seminal fluids.
I closed my eyes, taking solace from my aches and pains, and imagined I was providing service to a master or mistress, or that they were just using me as they desired without regard to my own feelings.
I could sense, I could feel an impending…. something… Release? Emission? Certainly not any kind of earth-shattering orgasm. Certainly nothing really very pleasurable.
My muscles contracted once. Twice. I should have been feeling release. I should have felt at the very least some sissy juices oozing out. But no. Nothing. The muscle spasming dissipated instantly. That ‘pre-ejaculatory’ feeling likewise vanished. The electricity was pulsing and hurting even more now! If my clit had not been trapped by my panties I’m sure it would have been visibly pulsing.
Oh. That was it. The strap around my clitty, and then the thick rubber band further holding the electrode in place must have prevented any juice emission.
I turned off the power, unplugged the cable. Then removed the rubber band and strap from my little clit. Just a couple of little globs of thick juice oozed out. Pathetic. I licked them off my fingers.
I put on some fresh panties. Not that here’s much to cover up.
And that was it. Sore jaw. Sore throat. Painful, throbbing nipples. Completely numb feelingless clit. Absolutely no feeling of sexual relief or release. A little bit of self-loathing, that I am so pathetic as to do this to myself. A slight amount of satisfaction however, in actually achieving what I did, and knowing that perhaps I may be able to manage to provide a little bit of pleasure to someone else.
It was strange, not playing in my usual chastity. I have not had a voluntary cum in a sexual encounter now in about eleven years. I expect I never will again in my life. And even though I didn’t really feel much, it still did not feel quite ‘right’ that my little thing was ‘free’, even though it never got hard, and I took only pain, no pleasure, from it.
Even so, I will have to be locked when I play. To show commitment to my partner(s). To show that their pleasure is what counts. That I am to be used, not there for my own selfish needs. And maybe this practice, working on sucking, working on taking pain and discomfort, maybe this will give them just a little more too.
This how I should be. ?
So I guess a girl has to do what a girl has to do. With too much time on hands, and too much time looking at, er, naughty things; well, what’s a girl to do?
Last night, after a lovely lengthy hot shower, and shaving in all the right places, I wondered what I should do. Inspiration soon found me.
I dug out my old electro equipment. Now, this is nothing fancy or expensive, rather simple ‘AliExpress’ stuff, battery-powered, which when used optimally, can still give, er, interesting, results. This is the type of stuff:
So there I was, my tiny little clitty, all hooked up… (And very rare not to be locked in chastity!)
… and then neatly tucked away in some sweet little panties.
But that would be way too easy, just plugging the cords in and zapping away.
I was smiling, but not for long.
So next came the nipple clamps, biting viciously into my tender little buds.
And then it was time to set to work.
I dialled up the electro to send out varying pulses and throbs and buzzes. At as high a level as I could stand it. Some of the cycles caused me to call out in, er, discomfort.
And with my breast forms squeezed into my bra and crushing the clamps flat against my chest, things were…. hurting.
But I know that’s not enough. A girl must always work on her girl skills. So out came my number two dildo. Not my smooth, slick black one, but the next size up, the slightly larger-than-most-life white one. With ridges and veins and a more realistic shape.
And I started working…
My aims were to get to a point of consecutive ‘all the way’ ins. At the same time squeezing my boobies (and thus the clamps within), while suffering the electrical onslaught on my clitty.
At times, the combination really, really hurt. At times just a single component really, really hurt.
Once the bra came off, the ‘freedom’ of the clamps started to bite (!) even further.
The electro felt like it was frying my little clit. I was bouncing, hopping around at times from the constant jolts. At the same time I was trying to get the big plastic cock down my throat. And all the while, my sensitive little nipples were screaming.
The drool was accumulating, I was managing to get repeat insertions, still choking, still spluttering, and still screaming out from time to time from the electric bursts.
Was I horny? No, not really. Was I sexually excited? Hell no. My clit was being fried! But I knew this was something I should be doing. I knew that I should not be feeling pleasure or sexual desire. This is what I want. This is my role. When I am with a partner (or partners) it is not for me to be excited and getting pleasure, it is for them. It is my job to provide pleasure without regard for my own. Hence, this kind of training is essential.
I must learn to suck cock, to deep throat if I can. I must learn to be able to accept discomfort. I must learn to be able to focus on the job at hand, and not my own little peripheral needs and wants and any unpleasantness I may be feeling.
After maybe thirty minutes, the dildo was coated with my throat goo, there was a pool of drool on the floor, I was not becoming used to the zapping, but at least tolerating it. My nipples were still killing me though.
So when I removed the clamps…. Yow!!!!
I thought they looked lonely and distorted and bruised and sore, so what did I do?
Yes, I applied nipple suckers! (And turned up the voltage!)
Those nipple suckers are nasty little buggers, causing your little buds to become engorged with blood, and they start burning and hurting quite substantially, quite quickly.
See how the nips are lifted out away from the breast…
And when they are removed, the nipple remains very sensitive and somewhat expanded for quite some time. (I did not have the courage to reapply the clamps!)
I lay back on the bed, almost exhausted, my throat and jaw sore from the work I had done, my nipples on fire, and the electricity still zapping my little bitty bit.
I changed the cycle of the electro unit to one I knew from past experience can force an ‘ejaculation’.
It’s not really an orgasm, and not really very pleasurable. It sort-of just physically causes the right spasms, and a release of seminal fluids.
I closed my eyes, taking solace from my aches and pains, and imagined I was providing service to a master or mistress, or that they were just using me as they desired without regard to my own feelings.
I could sense, I could feel an impending…. something… Release? Emission? Certainly not any kind of earth-shattering orgasm. Certainly nothing really very pleasurable.
My muscles contracted once. Twice. I should have been feeling release. I should have felt at the very least some sissy juices oozing out. But no. Nothing. The muscle spasming dissipated instantly. That ‘pre-ejaculatory’ feeling likewise vanished. The electricity was pulsing and hurting even more now! If my clit had not been trapped by my panties I’m sure it would have been visibly pulsing.
Oh. That was it. The strap around my clitty, and then the thick rubber band further holding the electrode in place must have prevented any juice emission.
I turned off the power, unplugged the cable. Then removed the rubber band and strap from my little clit. Just a couple of little globs of thick juice oozed out. Pathetic. I licked them off my fingers.
I put on some fresh panties. Not that here’s much to cover up.
And that was it. Sore jaw. Sore throat. Painful, throbbing nipples. Completely numb feelingless clit. Absolutely no feeling of sexual relief or release. A little bit of self-loathing, that I am so pathetic as to do this to myself. A slight amount of satisfaction however, in actually achieving what I did, and knowing that perhaps I may be able to manage to provide a little bit of pleasure to someone else.
It was strange, not playing in my usual chastity. I have not had a voluntary cum in a sexual encounter now in about eleven years. I expect I never will again in my life. And even though I didn’t really feel much, it still did not feel quite ‘right’ that my little thing was ‘free’, even though it never got hard, and I took only pain, no pleasure, from it.
Even so, I will have to be locked when I play. To show commitment to my partner(s). To show that their pleasure is what counts. That I am to be used, not there for my own selfish needs. And maybe this practice, working on sucking, working on taking pain and discomfort, maybe this will give them just a little more too.
This how I should be. ?
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