Until I met my current lover, I had never thought much about sex toys. I had always done well enough achieving orgasm with my fingers and the thought of putting something made of plastic in my vagina wasn’t something that appealed to me.

Then I met my lover. Actually, I should say he is my dominant. If you are unfamiliar with a Dominant/submissive or D/S relationship, you should know they come in many varieties. Ours is the type where we meet and play from time to time. While S gives me support and instruction in my real life from time to time, he really only dominates me in the bedroom. During our play times, his word is law. We do use a “safe word”, a word I can call if something he is doing to me is physically or emotionally too much. The objective is for both parties to enjoy the D/S, not for one person to harm or degrade the other, at least not in our relationship.

It was during our first play session that S introduced me to my first vibrator. He had asked me, E-mail, what sex toys I owned and I had told him none. He answered back, “We’ll take care of that.” He’s a man who means what he says.

I was nervous at the beginning. It’s the nature of the submissive to want to please the dominant, but it takes time and several play sessions to really know that dominant well enough to be sure of oneself. With S, I had no idea what to expect. We had talked many times, but had never spent any time alone together. To add to my anxiety, I had no idea what he meant by a sex toy. I knew what a sex toy was, but there were so many types I couldn’t imagine what he might choose. Thinking about this added a lovely edge of anticipation to my feelings as our session began.

First, he took me by the shoulders and placed me in the corner. I could hear him taking the implements out of the bag, the sound of him unzipping his pants. Then, suddenly from behind, his hands were on me, under my blouse, under my skirt. He gripped the waistband of my panties.

“These are just in the way,” he said, and pulled them off.

In the next few minutes, or perhaps it was longer, I ended up naked. I’ve never been quite sure exactly how it happened or how long it took. S spanked me over his lap first using his hand and then a hairbrush. This may sound brutal, but to us it’s erotic, sensual.
I never received more pain than I found arousing.

Eventually I found myself tied to the bed, my legs spread wide. S went to his bag and removed something. I heard a strange buzz that made me feel uneasy yet excited me.

“Close your eyes,” S said.

I felt the vibration first on my neck, set at a low speed. He drew it over my skin slowly, letting me get the feel of is. Even at that distance from any major erogenous zones, the pulsation reverberated over my skin and deep beneath the surface. I felt myself becoming even more sexually receptive.

S moved the vibrator over my breasts, admonishing me to keep my eyes closed. He made tighter and tighter circles around my left nipple which was so stiff it felt tight and puckered. Then he moved the vibrator lightly over the tip, making me moan.

“Oh, you like that,” he said, and proceeded to do the same with the other breast and nipple.

I was deeply aroused. I instinctively began to thrust my hips upward, subconsciously looking for release for the sexual tension building in my body, but S wasn’t about to let me find any satisfaction yet. He ran the toy over my abdomen and down to my thighs, running it up and down my inner thigh tortuously, while I sighed and groaned, half wishing he would let me come soon and half wishing he would keep this up for a long, long time.

By that time I was profoundly immersed in a mental zone known as “sub space”. This is a state of mind where a submissive feels a sort of “high” that cannot really be described to those who haven’t experienced it. Some say it is caused by endorphins, but it’s more than that. A large part of it is the giving up of all mental and emotional resistance. For some it is the most sexually receptive state that can be achieved.

When the vibrator entered my vagina for the first time, I was extremely ready. The sensations rocked my entire body, sending me sailing on waves of sensual pleasure. As S moved it in and out, it was like having the best intercourse I had ever had in my life. Then S withdrew the toy and placed it against the shaft of my clitoris. I am sure I screamed when I came, but my mind isn’t consciously aware of it. I had never orgasmed so hard or so long in my life. He kept the instrument against my clit for some time, allowing me to come again and again until the tide receded and fatigue wouldn’t allow me to climax again.

As I lay exhausted, he told me to open my eyes. He held up a black and brown striped vibrator, a standard rocket shape.

“This is Bob,” he said, then added when must have looked confused “B.O.B., battery operated boyfriend.”

After we cleaned Bob, S gave it to me as a present. Vibrators have been a big part of our play ever since, whether together or alone.

Katharine Tyler Brooks

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