Inspection time

Generally when I am going to meet my Dom for a session he will have given me some instructions in advance – usually involving no orgasms or no masturbating for a period of days before I see him, which often involves quite a bit of grumbling and complaining on my part that invariably incurs an additional punishment of some form or other – I never seem to learn!

Sometimes my instructions also include toys that I should have “in place” for when we meet.  Today this meant I had already inserted my butt plug and love balls, as he requested.  The butt plug with liberal quantities of lube (for my own comfort!) and the love balls in my pussy with no additional lube as I definitely don’t want them too slippery

With my toys in place, I walk cautiously into the hotel lobby.  I immediately see him waiting for me and watching me walk over to the lifts, with a slight smirk in his eyes.  I am walking cautiously on my high heels, but also due to the toys in place, focusing on keeping my pussy muscles tight – cringing just at the idea of them falling out, the image of two metal balls landing noisily on the marble hotel lobby floor and bouncing around for all to see.  Fortunately, I make it across the lobby and press the button for the lift, he steps in next to me and whispers, “You look divine”.  That brings a smile to my face and I was pleased with the bright blue dress I had chosen; sophisticated yet showing off a hint of ample cleavage and accentuating my legs

We walk into the lift and a member of hotel staff steps in behind, crushing any thoughts I have of a first kiss in the lift.  I stand there, waiting hungrily, rocking on my heels and feeling the balls moving inside me, stimulating my pussy, making me more needy for him

He follows me into the room and catches hold of my long hair, pulling me back towards him, his mouth close to my ear.  His words send a bolt of lust straight through me, “I am going to need to fully inspect you to ensure you are suitable to be my FuckToy”

So, for anyone who doesn’t share this particular fetish (and I am not sure if anyone else does), I have rather a thing about being inspected very fully by my Dom.  The humiliation and intimacy of it is a huge turn on for me

As my arousal grows, I can feel my nipples hardening and my pussy getting slicker with my juices and I clench tighter around the toys inside me

“Remove your dress and get in position One” he instructs.  I release the belt of my dress and slowly undo all the buttons down the front, feeling the thrill of his eyes watching me intensely as I did so.  And then I shrug out of it, letting it fall to the floor – fighting my natural urge to pick it up and fold it neatly!  And then I obediently adopt position One, standing tall with my back arched, legs slightly apart (officially defined in position One as sufficiently wide for him to slide his hand over my sex whenever he wishes), hands clasped behind my back and eyes downcast

I learnt the positions – six in total; three standing and three kneeling – a few months ago.  My Dom shared a video with me in which a submissive is taught them all and my homework was to be able to replicate them perfectly.  Any slight imperfection in my positioning was quickly rectified with the help of a smack from my Dom’s crop, which helped me to learn them all well

Hence I stood obediently in position One.  My ample breasts encased in an almost see-through, push up bra in a beautiful shade of pale blue – my hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric.  I also wore a small pair of matching knickers, the thin material just maintaining a suggestion of modesty.  The outfit finished with lace top black stockings and my high black heels.  Still fully clothed, he walks slowly around me, his gaze moving over my body appraisingly

He steps closer, his face inches from mine and he ran a hand through my long hair, smoothing it down.  I felt a strong urge to lean forward and kiss him but knew I must be patient or I would surely incur a smack with the crop.  Then his hand tightens in my hair, pulling my head back, “we will start with inspecting your mouth”.  I nod yes in response, earning myself a sharp pull on my hair, “you will address me as Sir during your inspection, understood?”.  I breathe out “Yes Sir”

With my head tilted back, he slowly runs one finger around my lips three or four times, before issuing his next instruction.  I open my mouth wider as I am told and he runs his finger around again, roughly pulling my mouth open wider.  He nods and tells me to remain with my mouth open.  He steps away, returning with one of my dildos, which he holds in front of my face.  I want to close my mouth but know better – he pushes the toy into my open mouth instructing me to suck on it.  And I do so, slobbering on the toy as he works it in and out of my mouth.  I feel him starting to work it deeper into my mouth and my cheeks flush with the humiliation of fellating a rubber toy.  He stroke my cheek as he speaks “Say Aaaah, Little One”, which he knows will open my throat.  As he pushes it deeper and I started to gag, I can’t help but buck my hips, enjoying the feel of the balls move deep inside me and my juices start to soak my thin panties

He pulls the toy away and smiles at me, clearly pleased with my efforts and I receive a delicious slow kiss on my lips in return.  For a moment I just melt into his embrace as he kisses me and I enjoy the frisson of being almost naked in the arms of a fully clothed man.  All too quickly he pulls away and I resume my submissive pose.  He runs his hands over my neck, my shoulders, my upper arms, the exposed top of my breasts and then he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, peeling it from me

He pauses, looking at my now naked breasts and then reaches for them cupping one and then the other in his big hands.  Then he begins to massage them, arousing the delicate flesh, making me bite at my lower lip and moan softly.  But bucking my hips was clearly a step too far, earning me a stern “No moving” and he reaches for the crop.  He flicks it hard and fast, the tip landing across the soft flesh of my left breast.  I yelp at the sting and quickly follow it with “Sorry Sir”, keeping my hips resolutely still despite the aching feeling of need inside me

He took each nipple in his hand, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure and starting to twist them.  A flicker of pain and pleasure licks through me as he continues to tease them roughly.  As a first whimper slips from my lips he stops and brings his mouth first to one and then the other, sucking each in turn.  Eventually he pulls his mouth away and took my chin in his hand, lifting my eye gaze to his, “Magnificent breasts”

Then his hand were running over me, over my waist and my hips, up and down my stocking clad legs, cupping and fondling as he enjoys the shape of them; causing me to have to fight to stay still, the sensations so exquisite.  He tugs at my, now damp, knickers and slips them down my legs, lifting my feet out of them.  I manage to maintain my form as he does so, but he reaches for the crop anyway and starts swatting at my inner thighs, “Spread them wider”

As I step my legs further apart, I have to tense hard to keep the balls in place, my sex now so slippery and wet with arousal, they feel dangerously close to slipping out.  He kneels down, his face level with my pussy and he slowly peels my pussy lips open, the delicious feeling of being so exposed before him starting to drive me wild.  “Let’s see how well you can keep those balls in” he chuckles, then sucks his fingers and smears the wetness onto my aching clit.  I gasp at the delicious sensation.  And then he starts to rub his fingers around in tight little circles on my clit, “Just inspecting the responsiveness of your clitoris, please cum if you need to, just keep the toys in place”

Just to point out the meanness of my Dom, he knows that rubbing my clit is the absolute best way to make me cum, which I do rather easily.  And he also knows that, although I work my kegel muscles lots, I have no chance of holding the love balls in when I cum, because I climax very hard.  The ease with which I have orgasms and the amount I squirt when I cum is a topic to be saved for another day

As the rubbing continues, I moan with pleasure, but shake my head in frustration trying to fight back my rising orgasm.  “No” I murmur, needing him to stop if I am to keep the balls inside me.  He pauses and looks at me, and I breathe a momentary sigh of relief.  Then he replaces his fingers with his tongue, I only last a few licks before I scream with exquisite pleasure and frustration, my hips buck hard towards him and I feel the sweet release as my juices flow.  But at the same moment I hear the thump as the two metal balls land on the floor

He lifts my chin again, so my eyes meet his.  “You taste divine and your clit clearly passes the responsiveness inspection, but what have you done wrong?” he asks.  I feel my cheeks flush and I want to drop my gaze from his.  He grips my chin tighter “What did you do wrong?”.  My heart quickens and I whisper “I dropped the balls”.  “Full sentence and louder” I hear him say.  I clear my throat “My pussy dropped the balls as I orgasmed”.  “Better” he retorts, “Does that mean you should be punished?”.  I drop my gaze “Yes Sir”

He instructs me to hold my pussy lips apart which I do obediently but with trepidation.  This is a punishment that I hate, and he makes me wait, tapping the crop very gently against my clit, before pulling it away and smacking it back again.  I yelp hard at the intense sting of my stimulated flesh and I feel tears prickle in my eyes.  He looks expectantly at me.  “Thank you Sir”

“Good Girl” and he picks me up and lays me gently face down on the bed.  He strokes and caresses my bottom, in a gorgeously relaxing and pleasurable way.  Then he turns his attention to the plug, the visible end playfully sparking at him.  He starts to play with it, pulling it out a little, pushing it back in, then rotating it inside me – all his movements stimulating that intimate tight passage and I can hear my moans into the bed sheets.  Then he pulls harder, forcing my hole to stretch around the most girthy part of it.  As I gasp, he chuckles, “That hole passes inspection and will be suitably stretched later when I use my FuckToy fully”.  I shiver in delicious anticipation

He rolls me over onto my back, pushes my knees towards my chest and then presses them apart, so my whole sex is completely exposed to him.  “One final hole to inspect” he says darkly and runs two fingers over my opening.  He looks up into my eyes “that is one slutty pussy, you are soaked with your own juices” and his words drive my arousal further, “Yes Sir, Sorry Sir” I moan

I feel as his first finger slides into me, twirling around and stimulating me.  Then it pulls out and he replaces it with two fingers.  Next three fingers and I feel the stretch as they enter me, and I am moaning harder now.  “Not yet” he commands “don’t you dare cum”.  He starts to work the three fingers in and out of me, using them to fuck my pussy and I am moaning hard now, fighting against my bodily desire to orgasm, my head thrashing backwards and forwards as I do so

Finally, he pulls the fingers away, making me groan with frustration and relief and need.  “You passed the inspection Sweetheart” he says with a smile.  He unzips his jeans, freeing that delicious thick cock.  “Now I can officially use you as the FuckToy you are meant to be” and he plunges it deep into my aching pussy, “Now Cum for me Angel”

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