roughing up the cunt

May 15, 2011

This morning, I awoke to this message from DomC:

I want you to start this Sunday with a task of mine. If you are in bed, spread your legs as far as you can and begin playing with your outer labias. Keep your legs spread as far as you can. Spread and open your cunt for me. Bring yourself to orgasm playing with yourself, roughly treating your cunt for me. I am with you in my mind. C

Sylvanus was in the bed with me. He had fed me homemade biscuits in bed and was watching some music videos on his iPhone. I got up and went into the bathroom. I had to prepare myself, mentally. It is mentally challenging for me to perform tasks while my husband is in bed. It makes me very shy and I feel weird doing it. I get stage fright, if you will. But, I saw this as an opportunity for him to participate. He could watch me, touch me roughly, or be the one to use a toy on me to help me. Sounded like a good enough plan.

I crawled back into bed and the music had ended. I showed my husband my phone and the task on it. He passed the phone back to me. He didn’t really say anything. I told him it was going to be a hard task for me to complete on my own. He agreed. I asked him if he would like to participate. “NO, I’ll let you handle this one on your own.”

He brought up Angry Birds on his phone and began playing next to me. All I could was sit and reread my task. I was trying to build up the courage to do it. It was getting very difficult to enjoy the idea of playing with myself while my husband was busy playing a game on his phone next to me. (You can tell I masturbate plenty of times in front of him. The awe of it all is fading). He finally asked if I wanted to be left alone. I said it was difficult to do this with him playing a game next to me. So he left me in peace, leaving the bedroom door open.

I began by stroking my outer labia with my fingers. I have juicy cunt lips. They are meaty and thick. I spread my legs and let my thighs fall to the side. This spread my cunt wide open. I began pinching and pulling at my cunt lips. I tugged on them and squeezed them as hard as I could. Then came the dilemma. I am not a woman who orgasms easily. I need very specific stimulation and my clit must be involved.  I sometimes envy women who can orgasm on a drop of a hat, this was one of those times. So how was I going to achieve orgasm while being rough with my cunt and keeping myself spread?

I had to make a compromise. With my left hand, I pinched my labia and tugged and pulled at it. My right hand began working on my clit. I let my fingertips brush over the exposed clit. I decided I can still be rough with myself and bring myself to orgasm and the best way to do that was by slapping my clit. So I began slapping my clit over and over, trying not to make too much noise. (Remember, I am really self conscious about my husband). The pleasure seemed to approach and fade. Until, the dog walks into the room and jumps on the bed and lays down next to me.

*grumble*

I can’t masturbate with my dog laying next to me… that’s just gross. I can do it with her in the same room, but right next to me… ew.

So, I get the dog out of bed, throw her out of the bedroom and shut the door behind me. Back to the task at hand. I spread myself wide again and begin roughing up my cunt. I look out the window above me (we have roof top windows) and look at the clouds as they pass by. I see a rabbit. Back to the task. I begin pulling the same labia with my left hand while slapping my cunt harder with the right. Again, I feel tingles of pleasure. I stop slapping and begin rubbing my clit, trying to get the pleasure to escalate enough so that I can move back to slapping. My wrist is starting to tire. I look out the window again… A woman running away from her lover… the two of them begin to fade as a lanky troll appears on top of them.

I stop. Collecting my thoughts. I must complete this task. I spread myself once more. Pulling and tugging at my cunt lips. They are getting sore and swollen. I rub my clit, fast and hard. Feeling the pleasure build just a little. I slap my clit. I want this orgasm. I must make it mine. I look out the window … a demon’s face has appeared in the clouds above. I try and try and try. My wrist is getting tired.

I stop again. I am frustrated now. My mind and body transported to a space and time when I was like many other women out there. Self conscious of how long it takes myself to orgasm. The more I think about it, the more impossible the orgasm. Ok, I can do this. I can do this for DomC.

I spread once more, tugging at my lips, slapping my clit as hard and fast as I can. My eyes go back to watching the clouds. The face of a praying mantis staring right back at me and I sigh and I stop. It’s just not going to happen. I’ve passed the point of no return. To go any further would just frustrate me more. To stop now means I have failed in part of my task. So I accept my failure.

As I take my shower, I feel sadness. I have failed and there just was no point to keep trying. I feel a tightness in my chest. As I let the water cascade over my body, I let it wash the failure down the drain. Instead, I focus on the task I have completed. My cunt lips are sore and I can feel them even now. I know that I have played with myself as roughly as Domc would have wanted me to. So for that, I am pleased with myself.


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