Ivvy was a young woman who had always been fascinated by the world of BDSM and bondage. Despite her curiosity, she never had the courage to explore it fully until one day when she stumbled upon a website dedicated to extreme forms of bondage and humiliation. Intrigued, she started researching more about these taboo practices. One particular method caught her eye – female-dominant anal sex or “strap-on” as it is commonly referred to. She found videos and pictures online showing men being completely dominated and controlled by their mistresses through this practice. It excited her beyond belief.
Without telling anyone what she was planning on doing, Ivvy ordered all necessary materials needed for her first session including a strap-on dildo, lubricants, restraints, and various sex toys specifically designed for male anal pleasure. When everything arrived at her doorstep, she couldn’t wait anymore; she went straight into action. She prepared herself mentally before beginning by thinking about how powerful she would feel when she took control of him completely – both physically and emotionally. With shaking hands but determination in her eyes, Ivvy began tying up her “subject,” making sure he couldn’t move an inch from his bondages.
As soon as he was properly secured, Ivvy slipped on the strap-on dildo, which felt foreign yet thrilling against her skin. Straddling him, she slowly lowered herself onto the hardened rubber cock, feeling it stretching out her tight entrance. Once inside, she began thrusting up and down with forceful motions that made every muscle in his body tremble with pleasure/pain. Feeling emboldened by his reactions, Ivvy pushed things further by introducing additional toys designed for anal play – vibrating ones that sent waves of sensations through them both. The sounds of slapping flesh mixed with grunts of pleasure filled the room as they reached new heights of ecstasy together.
Ivvy continued to thrust harder and faster, feeling his body tremble underneath her. She grasped his cock firmly, stroking it in time with her hips as she rode him. “Yes, you’re such a slut for me,” she growled, her breath hot against his ear. “You love this don’t you?” As if to prove her point, he moaned loudly, arching his back off the bed. In response, Ivvy picked up the pace even more, adding more intensity to their lovemaking. She whispered filthy words in his ear while pulling his hair roughly, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes were filled with lust and submission as she watched.
Finally, Ivvy felt the familiar tightening in her abdomen signaling an impending orgasm. She leaned forward, her breasts grazing against his chest as she ground against him one last time. A deep, primal groan escaped from her throat as she climaxed powerfully around the intruder buried deep within her. Her muscles clenched tightly around it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. Satisfied with their coupling, Ivvy let go of him and collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily. For a moment, they lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. But even as sweat dripped down between their bodies, a small part of Ivvy couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt and shame for what she had just done.
Breathing deeply to calm herself down, she slowly disengaged from him and removed the strap-on dildo. As she did so, she noticed something strange—a tiny drop of blood on the tip where it had entered her. It didn’t frighten her; instead, it excited her further knowing that despite being in control throughout most of their session, he still held some form of power over her. Cleaning up the mess they had created together, Ivvy couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment mixed with confusion. Was this really who she was deep down? Or was it just an intense sexual fantasy brought to life? Whatever it was, she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t stop thinking about doing it again.