"So what was it like having to wear those balls in your cunt? Did that teach you a lesson? And let us know what your punishment is."
Florida Dom commented on my Forced Orgasms post and asked these questions.
The balls I referred to are Ophoria k-balls. Their website states:
Florida Dom commented on my Forced Orgasms post and asked these questions.
The balls I referred to are Ophoria k-balls. Their website states:
"Empower your responsiveness to intimate pleasures with the discreet and feminine K-BALLS No.10. The undulating two-part body coupled with the fully enclosed weighted balls makes this design ideal for women who wish to strengthen pelvic floor muscles and create gentle vaginal stimulations. Whether you are a new or experienced user, these kegel balls are a subtle but extremely pleasurable addition to the bedroom."
Even if I don’t move, I can feel them in there. It is a feeling of fullness that I normally find pleasantly distracting. If I do move my body, they twist in my cunt and the little balls inside make just a hint of vibration. It is enough to sometimes stop me mid-sentence if I am talking to someone. The ribs rub up and down when I walk (I learned not to run with them when making a dash from my car to a store in the rain), and even though it isn’t enough to make me cum, it is a nice feeling. Usually.
If I am already horny as hell (which honestly is most of the time), they are too much stimulation if I can’t do anything about it. They are Sir’s favorite torture device to order me to wear when he knows I can’t masturbate. Yesterday was the longest I have ever had to wear them, from first thing in the morning until requesting to remove them at dinnertime. The entire day I had my children with me, and could not even think to request to get off. Damned #NonConsentualOrgasmRestriction! I spent the day writing my blog, doing homework, and trying to see if working my cunt muscles could bring me some relief. It was futile. I could barely concentrate on the homework, and even my kids noticed I was distracted.
I kept trying though, and even messaged Sir “If I am alone and cum without touching myself, does that count? Still a hypothetical question, these balls are just a tease... for now...” No luck getting off, but at least I did my Kegels.
At dinner, I messaged for permission to take them out. By then I was getting very sore. The reply was “First beat off again!!” I had to eat dinner first, but then it seemed like only a few seconds after I locked myself in the bathroom before I came. I messaged back again for removal. Sir’s response was “Nope one more naughty cunt!!!”
Aaarrrggghhh!!! Now my pussy was still twitching from cuming and sore from a whole day’s worth of Kegels, and my girls needed my attention. I could not get back into the bathroom to cum. And those damn balls were still in there moving around. Just a tease, torment. No longer pleasurable at all. In reality it was only twenty minutes until I could cum again, but it seemed like hours. I was almost afraid to message Sir again. I hoped he would let me take them out, and he did. It ended up being about ten hours of torture that Sir thoroughly enjoyed.
Did this teach me a lesson? Hell yes! From now on when I request to cum, I will not ask for more than one (no matter how many I think I can do). If I am ordered anyway to cum repeatedly, I will set my alarm!! Staying up a little later even when I was very tired would have been much easier than ten hours of tease.
As to what my punishment is, I will have to wait until Wednesday and see. Perhaps it will be another blog entry. (That is if I am not so spaced out that I can’t remember anything again... Sir is very good at shutting off my brain.) And tomorrow brings his Orgasm Restriction (the day before I see him) with it. I had better stop typing and get masturbating...
If I am already horny as hell (which honestly is most of the time), they are too much stimulation if I can’t do anything about it. They are Sir’s favorite torture device to order me to wear when he knows I can’t masturbate. Yesterday was the longest I have ever had to wear them, from first thing in the morning until requesting to remove them at dinnertime. The entire day I had my children with me, and could not even think to request to get off. Damned #NonConsentualOrgasmRestriction! I spent the day writing my blog, doing homework, and trying to see if working my cunt muscles could bring me some relief. It was futile. I could barely concentrate on the homework, and even my kids noticed I was distracted.
I kept trying though, and even messaged Sir “If I am alone and cum without touching myself, does that count? Still a hypothetical question, these balls are just a tease... for now...” No luck getting off, but at least I did my Kegels.
At dinner, I messaged for permission to take them out. By then I was getting very sore. The reply was “First beat off again!!” I had to eat dinner first, but then it seemed like only a few seconds after I locked myself in the bathroom before I came. I messaged back again for removal. Sir’s response was “Nope one more naughty cunt!!!”
Aaarrrggghhh!!! Now my pussy was still twitching from cuming and sore from a whole day’s worth of Kegels, and my girls needed my attention. I could not get back into the bathroom to cum. And those damn balls were still in there moving around. Just a tease, torment. No longer pleasurable at all. In reality it was only twenty minutes until I could cum again, but it seemed like hours. I was almost afraid to message Sir again. I hoped he would let me take them out, and he did. It ended up being about ten hours of torture that Sir thoroughly enjoyed.
Did this teach me a lesson? Hell yes! From now on when I request to cum, I will not ask for more than one (no matter how many I think I can do). If I am ordered anyway to cum repeatedly, I will set my alarm!! Staying up a little later even when I was very tired would have been much easier than ten hours of tease.
As to what my punishment is, I will have to wait until Wednesday and see. Perhaps it will be another blog entry. (That is if I am not so spaced out that I can’t remember anything again... Sir is very good at shutting off my brain.) And tomorrow brings his Orgasm Restriction (the day before I see him) with it. I had better stop typing and get masturbating...
