Free Carly’s Journey into Submission (Carly's Journey) by Cynna Rein Page A

packaged? I had to use scissors to get into the packages, and then I had to track down the correct sized batteries.  I felt like I was wasting valuable time.  I put all the packaging in a bag in the trunk of my car; I could toss it in a neighbors bin on trash day.  The vibrator was purple and much firmer than I thought, it was angled for G-spot arousal and I was hoping I could find my G-spot wherever it might be hiding.  I undressed in the bathroom and opened the lube first.  It was clear, but the texture was more like baby oil.  I had gotten some that said it was made for anal play and I coated the pink plug with that.  I thought it would be difficult to insert but I was able to gently push it into my puckered, untried hole with only a few strokes and then wished I hadn’t purchased the small size.  I had to hold it in some as I walked to the bed and got in.  I turned on the vibrator and start rubbing it between my legs.  I was amazed at how much hotter and wetter I was getting with the plug in my ass.  I brought it to my pussy and feel it vibrating on my folds.  I am so horny thinking about being with a man who would do this to me; make me submit to his every dirty desire.   In my fantasy he pushes me to my knees, unzips his pants and yanks hard on my hair.  With my mouth open he insets his hardening cock into my mouth.  He grabs on to the sides of my head, fucking my mouth.  He pushes his huge cock deeper into my throat with each stroke until I gag.  He tells me I better learn to take all of him or he will punish me by making me do this with all his friends.  My pussy is starting to pulsate and drip with excitement.  I can feel the walls of my vagina release and then contract, release and contract. I can feel my clit starting to swell.  I slipped the vibrator inside my pussy; I was so wet there was no resistance.  I continue with my fantasy of being dominated.  He is now close to his release; he has me use my hands to fondle his balls and stroke right behind them up to his anus.  He forces himself down to the root so my nose is buried in his pubic hair, and he holds me there and he releases his load down my throat.  I start to panic, but he reminds me gently to breathe through my nose and strokes my hair and neck gently as I submit to him and then my climax overtakes me.  The release was overwhelming and leaves me shaky but wanting more, I want the real thing.  I feel so alive.  My body feels decadent. 
    Back to reality now, I clean my toys and hide them in my closet for the next time I can use them.  I feel a little ashamed that what turns me on the most is being used by a man, but it’s the thoughts of what it would be like for him to make me available to all his friends that scare me most.  Why would that make me so hot? I am just dripping thinking about being with a man who would do this to me, make me submit to his every dirty desire.  That is just crazy; it must be because I need to get laid bad.
    I started on a personal campaign.  What would it t ake for him to initiate sex, or even hint at it?  I decided I would lose at least 10 lbs., which turned into 20lbs; I stopped at 30lbs, which put me at the weight I was in college.  This took me several months but he didn’t notice or even comment.  People at work and friends kept telling me how great I looked.  Over this time period I also added self-serving in our bed, with my hands, while he was in it.  Thinking maybe he would join in.  Either he was asleep or a very sound sleeper because he never did, or even acknowledged what I was doing.
    Time to amp it up again.  I had gone down to a C cup from the weight loss but I thought it was a fair trade.  My breasts were still firm and ample with sensitive nipples.  I decided new underwear was in order.   On-line I found the sexiest lace demi bras I could find with matching cheeky panties.  I wasn’t ready for thongs just yet.  I wore them to work as my little dark secret.