Sex Toy Tales: Tales

I lay in the bed. My companion for the night moves up against my feet. She presses against them with her belly and stretches. Her claws appear from tiny black feet. She rolls into a little ball of fur and purrs. I'm grateful for the attention she shows me.

I reach across and grab the small leather strip from my dresser. I touch the hide, blackened with dye. It's soft from use and care. I think about how soft you were; your skin…it was so soft when I touched you.

The snaps, still shiny on that strip, they make the leather bulge just ever so slightly from the force of whatever put them in. Reminds me of peas in a pod, these rigid little pieces interrupting the texture of the tanned skin. You had such interesting quirks about you, you insistence on saying “no” now, but “yes” later. Your hair, Jesus, you were never quite satisfied with it. The ease of your orgasm, your insatiability…

I take the strap. I place it behind my balls and bring up both ends to connect the ring above the base of my shaft. I pull tight, cock and balls as one package divided from the body. I close it as far as I can, and lock it in place with a reassuring snap. It holds me—it holds me tightly—she held me tightly.

I reach across and pump the cold silky lube into my hand. It soothes me, and lets the sensitive skin slide under the tight binding leather. It also tells my cock of the pleasure that awaits. Blood pumped from my heart, begins its rush to fill it. It warms. It grows, happy with the affection I show it; even as I wish for affection to be shown to me…like you used to show…

My cock fills quickly, feeding on the blood that now cannot escape from it. I stroke myself. I can feel my veins, now visible on the surface as pressure builds from my blood's fruitless attempt to make its way home. I lube the hard metal ring guarding the entrance to my pisshole. You remember when I first got it? I was so upset at you for being out of town during my birthday. It was an act of pure defiance. You told me not to get that piercing, and I went ahead and did it—but you came around. Especially once you saw how easily and multiply orgasmic you became when I thrust with the ring inside you. I felt it too. I felt it sliding through it's new hole and against the one I was born with, like the way it does with my hand now. Stroking my shaft, rubbing against the veins, my piercing rolling against each finger. My cock is throbbing, engorged, almost painful. It takes away focus from the throbbing in my heart, the throbbing in my head. The pain of your leaving…

I cry your name as I come. Each burst of jism enhanced, each spasm enhanced, amplified with the pressure built up from that binding. It's too much, I rip off the snaps and fling the strip to the other side of the room. The release of blood, of pressure, of pain overwhelms me. I start to weep…

The ball of fur at my feet, yawns, adjusts her position, and goes to sleep.