My First Fabulous Fisting Fun

There are a few things that I never thought I’d be able to do sexually. Either because they are hard limits or because I feel like my body wouldn’t be able to handle them. Fisting had been something that I wanted to try out in the past but the few times we gave it a go, I had to use the safeword because the pain was too much to take. I thought that I was just too tight down there (which is a good thing!) because I never had children. And I took it off the list of things that I’d enjoy sexually.

Until last week. My Master and I were watching a porn movie that I had watched a lot when I was younger. I thought it would be fun to take a look at it again, for the laughs. I didn’t expect it to lead to any sexy time for us. I assumed we would laugh and giggle at the silliness of 1970s pornography. But I underestimated my Master’s need to touch and torture me, and my own responses to that kind of treatment of my body.

After a few minutes in, we were sitting on the bed. His back was resting on the wall, his legs were spread, and I was sitting in between them, my head on his chest. I could feel his hands wandering down my sides and then up over my belly, until finally stopping at my breasts. He pulled down my dress at the front and exposed my naked nipples. While we were watching a woman getting roughly fucked, his fingers played with my boobs. Squeezing them, slapping them slightly, and then pulling my nipples. I squealed as the pain almost made me jump up.

His teeth were nibbling my right ear. His hands now made their way down my body, pulling up my dress. His right hand pushed down into my knickers, while the nails of his left hand dug into the skin around my areola. He parted my damp lips with his fingers and tapped my clit hard a few times. I started to moan. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen in front of me. a man and a woman fucking, and the guy finally coming all over her beautiful naked body.

My Master rubbed my clit now, and counted me down to come. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Come! My body twitched on his command, and waves of pleasure spread through every part of me. I got naked and was pushed down on all fours. My head was resting on my crossed arms, but I was told to raise my head and focus on the movie. His hard cock entered me and I was unable to breathe for a second as it pushed towards my cervix. He didn’t want to take me roughly, he just wanted to play. So he allowed himself to stay inside, to push his nail into my hips and to just watch another one of the movie’s sex scenes. He used me as his toy, and I was to stay still, to take it as it comes. My body was tense in anticipation but also relaxed under his control.

He pushed in and pulled his cock out again. Over and over. Teasing me but not going into a rhythm that would allow me to come. I was being held on edge. He suddenly pulled me back and made me sit on his manhood instead. His legs together, mine spread, I was sitting on him, still facing the TV screen, watching other people enjoying each other’s bodies. I moved my hips from side to side, sometimes lifted my butt to just allow myself sink down on him again. His hands grabbed my breasts tightly, as his hips now commanded the rhythm in which I was to move. I was told to rub my own clit and another wave of orgasms made me twitch in ecstasy. He didn’t finish, he didn’t want to. He wanted to play.

Exhausted from over an hour of sex, I laid down next to him. He got me a pillow to rest my head on. My head titled to the side, my feet on his naked legs, I watched more of the porno film. His fingers were still lazily playing with my cunt. I felt myself dry up and be done for the day. But he wasn’t done, and he loves to push me, to even play with me when my body doesn’t want to anymore. Because after all, I am his puppet, his to play with.

He pulled my clit and I squealed again. A group sex scene on the screen caught my attention, when I suddenly heard a click. I looked at him and watched him pour lube over his fingers. I relaxed my exhausted body because I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape the slick mess that would soon cover my cunt. He rubbed my hurting and drained clit, and pushed two fingers inside me. The lube made him easily slide in and out of me, and I could slowly feel my arousal build up again. He was slapping my clit now and I felt it swell up. I pushed my body towards him, feeling the strong need for pain and torture, for him to show me just how much of a needy slut I am.

Three fingers inside me now. I started to feel full and the pain on my clit pushed me deeper and deeper into subspace. Four fingers now. He stopped the penetration and instead spread the fingers inside me. I moaned, as I felt my cunt give in and give up. He tickled my cervix and uncontrollable orgasms were now taking over my body. The movie was out of my mind at this point, his focus was on me too, instead of the screen. He pulled his fingers out and I wiggled my needy body, showing him that I wanted more.

Pulling my clit, he now pushed five fingers into my open womanhood. He stayed there. He didn’t move. His fingers now formed a fist, still just spreading my inner lips. He was waiting. I was floating. I was so deep in subspace that pain felt different now, sweeter. I pushed my body towards him, showing him that I wanted him to go deeper. My butt was not touching the sheets anymore, it was up in the air. He looked at me, down on me, smiling, knowing that he had pushed me to the limit. The primal limit. I wanted him to hurt me, to fuck me hard, to use me, to exhaust me.

He pushed his fist deeper inside me, spreading me more and more open. The pain was overwhelming and I held my breath. But I wanted more, I wanted to feel him own me, I wanted to feel him use me. I yelled out: “Deeper, Master, please, it hurts so nice!”. He laughed and pushed his fist inside me. The pain made me scream, my eyes were tearing up. And out of nowhere I had an overwhelming orgasm that made my body spasm uncontrollably.

“Fuck me with your fist, Master. Please, fuck me!”

“Who is in control here, puppet?”, he laughed, while starting to pull out his fist and then push it hard in again. I lost it at that point. I was so floaty, I thought I was going to pass out. I felt dizzy, and my body was shaking. But I wanted more. More. More. More. He fucked me hard and it hurt so much, tears were running down my face. Primal sounds were escaping my mouth, sounds I didn’t even know I could make. I came, over and over. And then he stopped. I was laying on my back, my head resting on the pillow again, breathing heavily. My cunt hurt. My body was still shaking. Utter bliss. And the movie? It had stopped by now, not that I had even watched a single scene for the last 30 minutes.

Two hours later I was laying on the bed, reading. Suddenly my knickers were pulled down and his hard cock pushed into my sore cunt. It hurt and felt uncomfortable. But seeing the sadistic grin on his face, the soreness turned into dampness. Minutes later, his hot seed landed on my naked body. Now play time was over.