He's awfully good at getting me where he wants me.
And - as much as he enjoys my pain and my struggle - sometimes he enjoys my pleasure as well.
That's not quite accurate - he almost always enjoys my pleasure, seldom does he deny me and most often he ultimately takes me there and drinks it all in. It's just that - quite often his path there leads through my pain and struggle.
But sometimes there's magic involved. Turns out ginger is magic.
He'd never tried figging before, which is a little surprising since i cook a lot with ginger and there's almost always a hand around.
I waited in his favorite position for a long time while he futzed around downstairs. I'm getting better at centering my thoughts on him in those moments, though i can't banish all the noise, usually the noise is focused on him now.
He came back up with stuff, but i couldn't see - part of what he likes about this position i assume.
He was making small little noises that didn't really make sense, then i caught the smell - no way to hide that.
Floods of thought then - i've always been curious, but i've read that it's awful, but i've read that it's great, what if it's truly unbearable, what if i can't take it and it doesn't stop when the plug comes out, what if he forces me to just endure it no matter how bad it is, and damn doesn't that make me just melt, is this a punishment, no - he would do this all differently if it were, he's just experimenting on me, is he going to also flog or cane me with it in, won't that make it so much worse, i should be afraid, but really i am just sinking into submissive and good gods, oh so aroused.... all the while he's very slowly peeling and carving behind me....
Then it was ready and he pushed it in - it wasn't too large, but the tingle was immediate, which led to clenching which of course intensified the tingle that was quickly heading towards burning. I was still head down/ass up but starting to pant and really wanting to squirm and change position. The sensation really does just ramp up all by itself. He just stepped back and watched. The pain, but also the struggle to stay in place and the humiliation of what he'd done and how i must appear - i was very, very quickly off into a screaming need to be touched, to be pushed around, to be mauled, to be fucked. My attention jumped from the overload of sensation in my ass to the very palpable lack of sensation in my tits and the achingly empty feeling of my pussy.
His fingers were covered in the juice - i hadn't considered that. Eventually he grabbed my tits, twisting and pinching, more pain - and i was off and flying - but still achingly empty. When his fingers found my clit though - the juice, the burn there now too, he spread it around so everything was lit up
I don't know if he took the plug out first or not - but when he slid into my cunt from behind - that was the sensation, the feeling of him filling me that every piece of me had been screaming for.