Fisting: plundering the depths of anal orgasms

Fisting It’s very this season, by the look of it. Apart form the absurd, surreal, time and public money wasting trail currently at Kingston Court, and which I prompt you all to follow, I’ve had more requests for heavy anal play and fisting over the last 3 months, than I’ve had in years. Not complaining. It could be the after effects of all those strapon & forced-bi Slutathon parties, who knows, but the fisting and large rubber dildos aficionados are coming fast and thick – cough! They always look so innocent, well mannered, polite, my fisting gentlemen. Butter wouldn’t melt, their manners couldn’t be more impeccable. Why are these individuals, apparently tamed by society, always the biggest, most satisfying perverts who come into my studio?

“I enjoy heavy anal play an fisting”, he said. And he certainly did. His position of choice was on his back, laying on my leather swing, wrists and legs restrained… not that he looked as if he was going to run away any moment, but I enjoy a bit of drama. I had some excellent poppers presented by a previous visitor at hand, and plenty of Nitrous. In the end, poppers was enough. We probably wouldn’t have needed it, but again, it adds to the drama and atmosphere. It all started with cock, Mistresses’ 6” cock to be exact. This appendage, strapped to my harness, has special significance in my studio. It acts as some sort of threshold: whilst for some subs, it’s the biggest cock they can take, for others, it’s the beginning of a journey into size. Size culminating either with my 12” black strapon dildo, or my dainty, but still significant, clenched fist. In this case, it was the beginning of what whas going to be a very memorable ride (pun intended).

One advantage of fucking a man while lying on my leather swing, is that I can thrust my rampant hip deep into their arses, while wearing high heels. Fucking on stilettos is no small feat. And while I’ll give it to the boys that fucking and hip thrusting is hard work, doing it while wearing full stockings and needle sharp-heeled strappyt shoes, is quite a feat. But I did it: my 6” slid into my restrained sub like a finger, just a tiny bit of lube needed. So I soon had to swap it for a 9” – 10” black dildo, firmly attached to my harness, and thrust it into him, again, smoothly, easily, and very happily.

“Whatever you want, Mistresses!”, moaned my eager sodomite, “anything you want!”. Which was, basically, plundering the depths of his greedy arse, with the mighty power of my hips. By now, he was writhing with pleasure and I could see that, despite the absence of an erection, his whole body was beginning to convulse with pleasure. It’s remarkable, how for some men, being fucked up the arse takes the focus of their physical pleasure away form their apparently tyrannical cocks, and moves to the depths of their slut arses. I like this: proof that the cock is not the all mighty centre of the universe for every single man under the sun. I like a man whose arse responds to pleasure like this. It’s spectacular, and such good value for a Mistress!

And in this case, it did. So I had to un-strap myself and move onto the next level: 12” glorious inches of heavy rubber cock & balls, so heavy it could hardly be held by my thick leather harness. So I parked it in his arse, for convenience, and he moaned. Just 2 inches in at first, what with it being 3” wide, it wasn’t going to be an easy, smooth fuck this time. But soon, it was going in as if my moaning, writhing arse slut did this for a living, on a daily basis. Perhaps he does, but I’m too much of a lady to ask. I could see by now that the focus of his pleasure was located inside his arse. His puny cock drooling like an eager clit, but nothing more. So after an invigorating, energizing, and certainly tiring thrusting of hips, after grabbing his thighs and pushing him deeper towards my largest dildo, I decided it was tome for the fist.

To use my good friend and fellow lady cock & fisting enthusiast Ms Theda’s words, it had the miraculous effect of a hand reaching in, mining for the prostate orgasms that hide inside, I’m sure, every man’s arse. But not all have the ability nor the know how to discover them. But they are there. And once you are wrist deep inside a man’s arse, they keep coming. And coming. And coming. And so did he. He wriggled and writhed consumed by violent spasms, restrained but unstoppable on the swing. Every time I pushed my clenched fist in, every time I wriggled my fingers inside him, another orgasm came. I stopped at the third or fourth, maybe I was being mean, but I thought he’d had enough.

Afterwards, while chilling after the session, he confessed that he could have gone on and on. Next time then. Next time I’ll go deep mining for the never-ending male prostate orgasms. Not many men are capable of summoning them, but they are a sight to behold. All Mistresses should have one or two like that!

A fine collection of Mistress’ cocks: no lady should be seen without one!

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