Humiliation with Strapons

Humiliation with strapons. Staring at the strap on in front of me, I wonder for only a moment how I ended up here. My cock was hard and aching, waiting for her. Oh that sounds like what most men do doesn’t it? Just waiting for this gorgeous woman, with your cock hard.

The difference here is mine has gotten steadily harder since she attached that long hard strap on. I’d like to pretend that isn’t true, but she would never stand for that! Instead, she likes to hear me admit how much I like it. So how did we end up here?

It started with a movie and a vibrator, then it was strapons

About a month ago, I was home alone and found my girlfriend’s small vibrator in her drawer. Okay, I had found it way before that and been thinking about it ever since. I watched a video online of a Mistress fucking her slave with what looked like a huge dildo and almost came without even touching myself.

It was horrible, I didn’t think it would do anything for me. But it got me so excited I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So when I found the vibrator the two things together made it impossible for me to think about anything else. Finally I just waited until she was gone with her friends and likely not to be back for hours, then I went to the bedroom and took the vibrator out of her drawer.

Getting the lube, I striped off my clothes, positioned myself with my already hard dick in front of the mirror and started slowly sliding it up my ass. Just doing it was exciting, feeling it inside me, even though it kinda hurt, was beyond exciting and I started moving it in and out and moaning. My back was to the door and it wasn’t until the whirring click of the camera and a flash went off that I knew she was there.

Apparently, her friend had gotten sick so she’d come home early and caught me myself with her vibrator. I didn’t know what to do, I was about to cum and didn’t want to stop, but she was just standing there staring at me. Then she said it”¦she said “Keep going.” and might have even called me a pussy boy or something. I’m not sure but I know she said go and I did. Moaning and letting myself cum hard while she watched.

Then she brought home a strap-on and made me beg

Oddly we didn’t talk about it again after that. She didn’t ask questions or anything, other than to remind me she had the photo on her phone. Until one day she came home with what she said was a present for me and pulled out the strapons. It looked huge and I stammered nervously about it being big and she just smiled, telling me that she knew I’d love it.

The thing was, I knew I’d love it too. She laid it on the dresser and then didn’t touch it or mention it again for days. I kept waiting for her to want to use it and the more I waited the more I wanted it. The vibrator was fun and I used it lots but it wasn’t enough and I couldn’t stop thinking about her using that strap on with me. I know now that was the point.

Tonight I came home and there was a video camera set up in the bedroom and the strap on was on the bed. She walked out of the bathroom in sexy black lingerie and told me to strip. I did quickly and then she slipped it on and lubed it up and walked out of the room. I followed her into the living room, where another camera was and she looked at me and said “What do you want?” That was when I knew she was going to make me ask for it, beg for it.

She smiled and told me she’d sent the picture to a couple of her friends and they were looking forward to seeing the video. Strangely that only made me more excited and while I still don’t know if she really did, I quickly got harder. She told me again to ask nicely for what I want. She wanted details. Insisting that I get on my knees and beg her to fuck me with the strap on. She told me what to call it and stroked it and then insisted I stroke it and suck it and beg.

I did all of that, repeatedly, without even thinking about how it looked or anything else. I just needed it. And now, here I am, bent over as she walks toward me, my eyes drift to the camera, and I quiver, humiliated, but needing her strapons too much to care.

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