Sex Toy Tales: Tales

“Not now, Benjamin. I'm praying,” Mary Beth hissed at the black and white cat. Benjamin continued to purr and rub against Mary Beth's knees. “Um, where was I? Oh yes. Dear Goddess, please grant me patience to survive without sex for one more day.” Her mind wandered to the throbbing between her legs. She pushed back the blonde hair falling into her eyes. “No, I must concentrate. Okay, Goddess, I've lit candles the colors of the rainbow: green for prosperity; blue for serenity; and red for hot, hot sex.” She grinned at this and focused on the red candle's flame wavering in the night breeze from the open window. It was the largest candle of all on the ornately carved wooden altar.

Prayers were useless. The more Mary Beth prayed, the hungrier her pussy grew. The hunger started from a spot inside her cunt's mouth, and radiated from there to her clit and her nipples. The pressure and the itch grew with each passing moment. She thought about Master. He'd assigned her a test: she was to live two weeks without sex and without masturbating. Mary Beth tried to visualize his face to remind her of her duty as his submissive, but couldn't remember what he looked like. She giggled; her laughter blew out the blue candle.

“I'm not going to be able to do this,” Mary Beth said. She snuffed out the green and red candles, and rose from her kneeling position on the wood floor. Benjamin's large teal eyes watched Mary Beth. “Benjamin, I'm going to call him. This is stupid. I'm a woman in the prime of my life. Why should I go without, Benjamin? Why? To hell with his test.”

Mary Beth opened her cell phone, and punched in her master's number. After the first ring, she snapped the phone shut. “No, I can do this. I'm not giving in. Libido is not destiny. I can conquer desire.” Benjamin blinked his skepticism.

“I must keep myself occupied,” she said. Grabbing one of the magazines from the coffee table, Mary Beth settled on the overstuffed couch. The articles and photographs of the color glossy screamed for Mary Beth to simplify her life. “I know what will simplify my life,” she muttered. “Getting fucked right about now.” She tossed the magazine across the room.

She slid her white cotton nightgown up her long, slender legs, until her panties were exposed, and propped her feet on the coffee table. Her fingers stroked the damp sheath of cotton covering her wet sex. Benjamin, perched on the couch's back, watched.

“I'm not playing with myself, Benjamin,” Mary Beth said, her voice husky. “I'd never disobey Master. No, I wouldn't. I'm checking my panties. I want to make sure they're clean. That's all.” Mary Beth sank lower on the couch.

“Move, Benjamin. Now. It's not polite to stare.” She nudged Benjamin off the couch with her free hand. Protesting, Benjamin dropped to the floor, and then stalked off with his tail twitching.

Mary Beth thought about her master as the heat between her legs increased. He'd once fucked her with a bottle. Excitement raced within her belly remembering the smooth hardness of the bottle, and how it had filled her. He'd commented that she'd probably fuck anything. At the time, she'd thought she should be offended by the statement, yet how could she be offended by the truth? She smiled and stroked her clit, tensing her thighs from the pleasure.

The pressure wasn't enough to bring her off, even if she wanted to, and she didn't. She wouldn't disobey her master, even if her cunt ached for company. Maybe if she put something inside her pussy and touched only the object, she'd still be obedient. What could she use? She rejected a dildo because of its intimate association with masturbation. She wanted something long and hard, something decidedly phallic. Candles. She had plenty of candles, and she'd never masturbated with candles. If she used tapered candles she wouldn't need to touch her pussy at all. She'd be obeying her master and satisfying herself.

“Brilliant, Mary Beth, you are a wonder,” she said. “Now, where did I put those candles?” She rummaged through the drawer beneath the altar. She pulled out four 12-inch red tapered candles. “Yes, this will do the trick.”

Back at the couch, Mary Beth pulled off her panties, and kicked them aside. She splayed herself on the couch, her thighs falling wide, and her heels resting against each other like a Balinese dancer. She ran the base of one of the red candles down her clit. It slid through her wetness. Keeping the candle fast against her cunt's roof, she pushed it in.

She groaned from the sparks of pleasure the candle created as it slowly slid in her cunt's mouth, and came to rest on one side of her cervix. Mary Beth tapped the top of the candle with short, quick beats. Her inner muscles curled around the candle, grasping it, trying to draw it in further. Her pelvis plunged up to meet each staccato thrust.

With some careful maneuvering, Mary Beth pushed in the second candle. It slid hard against the first candle, causing it to press even more tightly against the wall of her cunt. Transfixed, Mary Beth felt waves of heat roll up her body. Mindful of her master's words not to play with herself, she placed two fingers within the folds of her labia, and pulled the lips back to expose her clit. With a bit more finagling, the first candle rested against her clit.

Mary Beth experimented. She tapped both candles. Each stab against her cervix produced an electrical jolt of lust. She rotated the candles. It was uncomfortable. She felt along the shafts of the candles. They protruded from her cunt at an angle that reminded her of chopsticks. Inspired, she tapped the two candles together as if they were chopsticks. Each time the candles clapped together, they scraped across her cervix. They felt like a friendly, sexy vise.

She clapped the candles together in short sharp movements. She'd never felt anything like this before. Mary Beth's breathing quickened. Forgetting her master's injunction, she slid her fingers through her labia on either side of her clit, wet with the juice flowing from her cunt. She tapped the candles, and the top candle would slap against her hardened and swollen nub. She drew her legs together and contracted her thighs, forming yet another vise to draw the candles deeper into her.

With a rush of intensity, her muscles exploded into contractions around the candles. Her head lolled back against the couch's armrest. Panting, she fucked the candles, oblivious to all but the fire searing her. Her breasts pushed up, the nipples hard against the cotton of her nightgown. Her pelvis arched as her cunt sought to swallow the candles. With one last powerful contraction, Mary Beth stilled. Her cunt twitched occasionally; her eyes were drowsy from the orgasm.

The phone rang. Without removing the candles, Mary Beth stretched her arms above her head, and then picked up the cell phone from the coffee table.

“Hello.” Mary Beth's voice dripped with come. No one answered. “Hello,” she said again, her voice husky.

“Mary Beth,” the voice said, “you've just come.”

“Oh, it's you, Master. How are you?”

“Why have you just come?” he said.

“Whatever makes you think that?”

“Mary Beth, your voice is a dead giveaway. You've disobeyed me yet again.”

Mary Beth yawned, and stretched.

“Mary Beth,” he repeated.

“Yes, Master. But I didn't disobey you. I didn't touch myself. Why would I do that? You know I follow your every wish and desire.”

“Mary Beth, now you're purring. If you didn't disobey me and pleasure yourself, then just exactly how did you come?”

Mary Beth spread her knees until she could see the red candles poking from her wet hole. The candles were oddly bent.

“Mary Beth,” he said.

“The candles. The candles did it.”

“The what?”

“The candles. I never touched myself. Only some red candles touched me. You know how you said I'd fuck anything? Well, it's true, and I couldn't resist them. They were very persuasive.” Mary Beth pulled one of the candles out and inspected it. The candle was warm and soft. “The heat from my pussy bent the candles, Master.” Mary Beth grinned when she heard his laughter explode over the phone.

“Mary Beth, what am I going to do with you?" he asked. "And where are those disobedient candles now?”

“One is still in my cunt. The other is the bent one I told you about. It's on the table, all squished up.”

“Take out the candle at once, Mary Beth. You've been very naughty, and you'll have to be punished.”

The candle sounded a loud plop as Mary Beth removed it. She wasn't interested in this part of what her master had to say. She watched Benjamin saunter into the living room.

“Your punishment is to go yet another week without sex and without masturbating. Do you understand?”

“I understand, but I don't think it's fair. I've been very good, and as patient as possible. Besides, the candles were only a means of practicing for your pleasure. Of course, they're not nearly as long and as thick as your cock, Master.”

“Nice try, but no go. It's another week without for you. And no candles.”

“No, wait a minute, please.”

“Good night, Mary Beth. I'll call you tomorrow.” The phone clicked silent.

“Damn,” Mary Beth said. “Another week. Just great. Why did I ever make him the boss of me? What was I thinking, Benjamin?” Benjamin jumped onto the coffee table and began to groom himself. Next to him were the remaining two red candles. Mary Beth considered them.

They glistened red. They were pretty candles, good candles. It was a shame not to use them. She picked one up and held it in the palm of her hand, feeling its cold hardness. Her libido was stirring. Maybe she'd use the candles one last time before obeying her master. Then she'd be good. She promised herself she'd ignore the candles if they beckoned her to them again.

Yes, one more time, Mary Beth thought, spreading her legs to receive the first candle. Maybe a week wasn't so long after all. And, if it proved too difficult, her master hadn't said anything about not using cucumbers.