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Why I went to work without wearing any panties

An anonymous reader writes:

With butterflies in my tummy I climbed the stairs to my apartment, well
aware of what was waiting for me when I walked through the door.

It
sat innocuously in my bedroom. Polished wood gleaming in the last rays
of sun filtering through the windows. Upon its seat, four pillows, a ribbon and pair
of black lace fringed panties. If I was going to receive a stripe, I’d wanted to do it in style.

Cautiously I tip-toed
around the chair, nervous about doing the sit down dance. I took my time
undressing. Neatly hanging my work clothes in the closet. Eventually naked, and
resigned to my fate, I turned towards the chair and readied myself, pulling my black panties
snug against my slit, then taking my seat, and tying them firmly to the back of the chair.

The rules were to read the whole story, and take one cushion away each time I commenced a new part. Four parts, four pillows.

Removing the first
pillow, I relaxed back into the chair and began the introduction. My panties were tight against my
mound… but not unbearable. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as I remembered.

Time
came for the second part. Panties snug against my bare slit, I squirmed
a bit. Color rising in my cheeks. At first I read casually.. but with
each little wiggle at the particularly salacious bits my panties were
tugged more firmly against my mound. My reading pace increased. A little
grin formed as Addison made her appearance, but soon my attentions
strayed back to the slowly increasing burn between my legs.

All
too quickly it was time for the third part. I whined to myself, now
reluctant to remove the next pillow. Chewing on my lip, I finally removed it, gasping as my panties were pulled tighter against my poor abused little
slit and bottom hole. I struggled not to move. It had now moved past
uncomfortable to painful. I read quickly, trying hard not to grind against
the cloth nestled roughly against my swollen clit. I was not convinced
increasing the burning ache of the stripe was quite worth the effort of
trying to rub my clit against the panties.

The
delicious scene with Penny soon appeared on my screen. My jaw hung loosely, I was nearly panting. I wanted to touch so, so badly.
I wanted to grind against the fabric until I came hard with my legs
wide open on the chair. But the stripe hurt. And I found myself doubting I’d be able make it through to the finale…

But I managed it, I finished Part three, and it was time to lose the final pillow. I almost
didn’t do it. I was so tempted to release myself, and try to soothe
the burning stripe away. But swallowing hard, I
removed the pillow. Quickly. Before I lost my nerve. I groaned loudly as
I settled back into the chair. I couldn’t stop the little whimpers, my
toes tapping on the floor as I dangled and my chest heaved.

The fabric was pulled
impossibly tight against my slit and bottom hole. I could barely stand it, and couldn’t linger. I began to read part four quickly, which immediately put me in a conundrum. The opening is deliciously wicked. I
wanted nothing more than to grind my clit against the cloth of the
panties, relieving the insistent little throbbing. But the intensity of
the burning stripe kept me still… yearning to be released.

I
couldn’t help fidgeting as I read more, the pace of my reading
continually increasing. Quiet whimpers fell almost continuously from
my pretty lips as I tried not to concentrate on the burning line
between my legs. Struggling to keep my concentration on your words, until suddenly, the end ambushed me. I was almost startled when I finished…
I’d been so focused on the fiery sensation between my legs.

I quickly untied myself from the chair and stood.. Suddenly filled with
trepidation once more. Pulling down my panties was going to hurt almost
as much as doing the sit down dance in the first place. Taking a deep
breath I slowly started to pull them down. I squeezed my eyes shut,
almost gasping as I felt them pull free.

Taking
a moment to savor the feeling between my legs, I remembered the last
thing I had to do before coming. Hard. To spread my legs wide and pose for my inspection. Now pink faced and embarrassed, sore and
wanton, I quickly slid my fingers to the place I’d wanted to rub
throughout the entire exercise of enduring having my panties pulled. I
groaned… I was so sore.. so wet… so eager to come… and yet it hurt
to rub.

My yearning for release prompted a fierce internal struggle, forcing me to
decide what I wanted more: to endure and come hard? Or to leave my
sopping slit alone, resigned to throb and ache beneath my sheets from
both the dreadful stripe and unsatisfied need?

It was almost an agonizing orgasm.
The soreness of the stripe and the eager desperation to come duelling
forces as I wrestled with the intense sensations brought about by touching my aching
folds.

I came hard. Roughly… forcefully… at times I wanted to
stop, my stripe aching just too much… and yet I couldn’t stop… the need to
come overruling my need to leave my abused little slit alone.

The next morning I woke to find my slit still tender.  Getting dressed I tried on several different types of panties, with even
the softest pair I own proving to be too sore. I resigned myself to
going to work without panties, only to find later, to my horror, that I was
also unable to sit comfortably with my legs primly closed.

In
some ways, I think that the stripe has more of an lingering impact than
a good spanking does. My thoughts were constantly on the soreness
between my legs.. of the heart pounding embarrassment of not being able
to keep my legs properly closed. I was forced into a quite indecent posture, one I was 
unable to keep hidden beneath my desk during several parts of my day.

I now appreciate why the sit down dance is such a devious punishment. A
spanking can be covered right up, but the stripe – the stripe is often
too tender for clothing to be brushing against it all day. Ensuring a
bare cunt is hidden just below the hem of one’s professional skirt.

Even now, I perch writing this in little more than a t-shirt, I’m trying
to keep from putting too much pressure on my poor sore slit. Yet despite my discomfort, I find myself very excited again. What a
delicious little predicament…


Thank you, dear reader, for a marvellous submission. A wonderful account of the joys and soreness of panty-panting.

I loved the next-day consequences, preventing the wearing of panties and the prim closure of legs. Forcing the adoption of a highly indecent posture at work, legs spread, bare slit barely concealed.

And the wonderful torment of being so wet and desperate to come, only to
find how much it hurts to rub. You can understand why it’s Miss Hastings’ favourite punishment, and also why the members of the Red Stripe Gang find it so irresistible

The Masturbation Serendipity Challenge

Here’s a little game for those who like to play.

Click on this link: http://spankingtheatre.tumblr.com/random

It will take you to a randomly chosen post on this site.

Read whatever post is suggested, then visit the same link again (or click on the “SERENDIPITY” menu option at the top of the page).

The rules are simple. If you find the post arousing, you may play with yourself. Perhaps you’ll be sitting on a dildo or a plug, riding slowly up and down with every sentence you consume. Maybe you’ll give your own bottom a spank.

If you finish reading or it’s not hot, click on the link again to get a new post.

Now, here’s the question:

How many clicks until you come?

Feel free to reply/reblog and add your answer (better still, why not also mention the post that finally helped push you over the edge).

Have fun!

I have this new game. I live with my mum in a 2 bedroom/2 bath flat. When she goes to take a shower, I try to see how many times I can cum when I am reading your stories (or watching porn), using a bullet. So far my record is 3 times in 15 min.

I applaud your inventiveness, dear reader!

It can be difficult to enjoy yourself sexually when you live in a small flat with friends or family. But opportunities for privacy do sometimes present themselves, and your idea of turning your domestic limitations into a challenge is commendable.

Perhaps the sound of the shower will also mask the smacks of a hairbrush on your bare bottom. After all, 15 minutes would be plenty of time for a good spanking – or even a sit-down dance on a panty-pulling chair.

I wonder if other readers have any equally creative ways of their own to play?

Naughty Game #19: Fucking on a Train

This new naughty game was inspired by the scene in the train lavatory in Coming of Age, Part 3. If it aroused you too, I think you’ll enjoy recreating it.

You will need:

  • a dildo with a suction base
  • a gag (some panties will do)
  • a blindfold (a scarf will do)

If you don’t have a dildo you can stick to the wall, you can still use whatever vibe or dildo you own, you’ll just have to hold it in position, so you won’t be able to play hands-free.


How to Play Alone

To begin, start playing this ambient sound file, or something similar, and leave it playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oVTXSntnA0

Then, stick one of your dildo to the wall, have something in front of you to lean against, this might be side of a shower cubicle, or a chair or stool positioned a few feet in front of you.

Now imagine you’re on a train, the countryside flashing by the windows. Then, your travelling companion whispers something outrageous into your ear, and sends you to the lavatory to wait for him.

You rise, blushing, and walk to where you’ve set up the dildo. You undress, and wait. Imagine standing in the little cubicle, with the door unlocked, waiting for him to arrive…

He’s already told you he doesn’t want your moans disturbing fellow passengers, so fold up your panties and put them in your mouth.

He also wants you to blindfold yourself, so you can’t tell for certain if it’s him or not when the door to the lavatory cubicle opens.

Spend some moments, blindfolded and gagged, listening to the sound of the train, waiting for the door to open…

The door behind you opens, you hear the rustle of his trousers falling, and feel the heat of his body against your naked skin.

Now, edge backwards until you feel the tip of his cock against your cunt, and then let him enter you. Imagine not knowing who’s standing behind you, about to penetrate you.

Place both your hands on whatever is in front of you and ride his cock to the rhythm of the train. Remember, you do not have permission to touch your clit.

Ride his cock until either you come, or you imagine him spurting inside you.

If you want, you may take his cock in your bum for a bottom fucking. Perhaps this will be the way he finishes inside you. But obviously don’t take him in your cunt again once the dildo has entered you anally.

Can you imagine that? Moaning into your gag, as you climax quivering to the rhythm of the train?


How to Play with a Partner

If you have a partner, the game unfolds in a similar fashion. Start playing the railway soundtrack, and sit on the sofa beside him, take a moment to settle into the scene, imagine being on a train together, then let him whisper your instructions into your ear.

Go to where he has commanded, undress, put your panties in your mouth and wait for him.

As in the story, he might spank your bottom before he takes you.

For simplicity, I’ve used the male pronoun in these descriptions, but if you’ve got a strap-on, any combination of genders can play, taking whatever roles they fancy.

The Mile High Club Variation

Ever fantasised about joining the Mile High Club, and fucking in an aircraft? You can play a soundtrack like this, and improvise what you’ve always imagined, but never dared to do: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijgvQ9MHwxE

Happy travels…

Naughty Game #19: Fucking on a Train

This new naughty game was inspired by the scene in the train lavatory in Coming of Age, Part 3. If it aroused you too, I think you’ll enjoy recreating it.

You will need:

  • a dildo with a suction base
  • a gag (some panties will do)
  • a blindfold (a scarf will do)

If you don’t have a dildo you can stick to the wall, you can still use whatever vibe or dildo you own, you’ll just have to hold it in position, so you won’t be able to play hands-free.


How to Play Alone

To begin, start playing this ambient sound file, or something similar, and leave it playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oVTXSntnA0

Then, stick one of your dildo to the wall, have something in front of you to lean against, this might be side of a shower cubicle, or a chair or stool positioned a few feet in front of you.

Now imagine you’re on a train, the countryside flashing by the windows. Then, your travelling companion whispers something outrageous into your ear, and sends you to the lavatory to wait for him.

You rise, blushing, and walk to where you’ve set up the dildo. You undress, and wait. Imagine standing in the little cubicle, with the door unlocked, waiting for him to arrive…

He’s already told you he doesn’t want your moans disturbing fellow passengers, so fold up your panties and put them in your mouth.

He also wants you to blindfold yourself, so you can’t tell for certain if it’s him or not when the door to the lavatory cubicle opens.

Spend some moments, blindfolded and gagged, listening to the sound of the train, waiting for the door to open…

The door behind you opens, you hear the rustle of his trousers falling, and feel the heat of his body against your naked skin.

Now, edge backwards until you feel the tip of his cock against your cunt, and then let him enter you. Imagine not knowing who’s standing behind you, about to penetrate you.

Place both your hands on whatever is in front of you and ride his cock to the rhythm of the train. Remember, you do not have permission to touch your clit.

Ride his cock until either you come, or you imagine him spurting inside you.

If you want, you may take his cock in your bum for a bottom fucking. Perhaps this will be the way he finishes inside you. But obviously don’t take him in your cunt again once the dildo has entered you anally.

Can you imagine that? Moaning into your gag, as you climax quivering to the rhythm of the train?


How to Play with a Partner

If you have a partner, the game unfolds in a similar fashion. Start playing the railway soundtrack, and sit on the sofa beside him, take a moment to settle into the scene, imagine being on a train together, then let him whisper your instructions into your ear.

Go to where he has commanded, undress, put your panties in your mouth and wait for him.

As in the story, he might spank your bottom before he takes you.

For simplicity, I’ve used the male pronoun in these descriptions, but if you’ve got a strap-on, any combination of genders can play, taking whatever roles they fancy.

The Mile High Club Variation

Ever fantasised about joining the Mile High Club, and fucking in an aircraft? You can play a soundtrack like this, and improvise what you’ve always imagined, but never dared to do: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijgvQ9MHwxE

Happy travels…

Naughty Game #17: Wet Panties

This game is based on a couple of scenes in the story Punishment Panties, it involves erotic urination, a turn-on for many, but a few might find it distasteful, in which case I’d encourage them to choose another naughty game.

So if you’re curious, and prepared to be adventurous, you might want to read that story and see whether you find the idea arousing.

This game is presented as four different scenarios, so you can choose the one that appeals most.

Scenario 1 – Wetting and Masturbating

This is a scenario for girls, as boys won’t be able to pee whilst erect, and will be familiar as the scene near the end of the Punishment Panties story.

Start when you feel you need to wee, begin masturbating, get yourself close but don’t climax.

Then go to the bathroom and strip down to your panties. Don’t pull them down, obviously.

Once you are on the toilet, you may resume masturbating by slipping fingers into your panties. You may climax before, during or after you wet your panties. In the story, Alice takes herself to the edge, wets herself partially, and then rubs herself to climax whilst letting go completely…



Scenario 2 – Wetting and Cornertime

Stand in the bath (or shower). Imagine you’re standing with your hands on your head, waiting for your disciplinarian to fetch you, and take you to be spanked. You need the loo, but you’ve been told you absolutely must stay in position. Feel your trepidation grow, and how your anxiety increases your urge to pee. Then, suddenly it’s time, a firm hand seizes your arm, and you wet yourself.

Alternatively, you could be sent to the corner after you have been spanked, feeling the sting from your sore bottom slowly being overwhelmed by the ache of your bladder. But you’ve been told you are most definitely not to move. Stand with your hands on your head until you can hold back no longer, and wet yourself.


Scenario 3 – Wetting and Spanking

In this variation, you will stand (or kneel) in the bath or shower, and spank yourself until you pee.

As you are spanked, say aloud: “I’m a naughty girl (or boy) with a spanked bottom, and I’m going to pee my panties.”

Feel the heat building in your face as well as in your bottom, as the urge to pee becomes too great.

Finally, after you have wet yourself, stand up straight with your spanked bottom on display. You can choose to pull down your wet underwear to your ankles or leave it on.


Scenario 4 – Wetting and Begging (for couples)

This variation is for couples, and introduces not only an element of unpredictability, but the thrill of erotic jeopardy.

One partner sits on the loo, with their panties pulled up. If you enjoy bondage, tie their ankles together behind the toilet, and cuff their hands behind their back, so they are physically unable to rise.

The seated partner will then ask (and as the pressure builds, eventually beg) the other to be allowed to pull down their panties and relieve themselves.

The one in control should be equivocal, and inform them they might be allowed permission, but then ask what they would do for the privilege? Perhaps they might accept a week of spankings, or anal sex? Or agree not to wear panties in public, or clothes indoors. Or volunteer to serve for a period as a sex slave, with on-demand oral service. Or something else entirely.

What follows will be akin to an erotic negotiation of offer and counteroffer, with an auction-like urgency introduced by the growing pressure in their bladder.

The one in control can then decide whether to accept their desperate partner’s final plea, or cruelly deny them, watching them wet themselves utterly in a climactic humiliating final gush…


Handy Tips for Pee Play

  • Before playing, drink a glass or two of water an hour beforehand. Drinking water will dilute your pee and make it less smelly.
  • Handy hiking tip: if you’re properly hydrated your pee will be pale yellow (champagne coloured). Drink more if it’s darker. Tea counts.
  • After wetting your panties, take them off, put them in the sink and allow them to soak for a few minutes, you can even add a bit of handsoap. 
  • As for you, hop into the shower for a quick wash. Your wet panties can just be put into the laundry basket, they’ll be good as new when they come out of the washing machine.

Naughty Game #17: Wet Panties

This game is based on a couple of scenes in the story Punishment Panties, it involves erotic urination, a turn-on for many, but a few might find it distasteful, in which case I’d encourage them to choose another naughty game.

So if you’re curious, and prepared to be adventurous, you might want to read that story and see whether you find the idea arousing.

This game is presented as four different scenarios, so you can choose the one that appeals most.

Scenario 1 – Wetting and Masturbating

This is a scenario for girls, as boys won’t be able to pee whilst erect, and will be familiar as the scene near the end of the Punishment Panties story.

Start when you feel you need to wee, begin masturbating, get yourself close but don’t climax.

Then go to the bathroom and strip down to your panties. Don’t pull them down, obviously.

Once you are on the toilet, you may resume masturbating by slipping fingers into your panties. You may climax before, during or after you wet your panties. In the story, Alice takes herself to the edge, wets herself partially, and then rubs herself to climax whilst letting go completely…



Scenario 2 – Wetting and Cornertime

Stand in the bath (or shower). Imagine you’re standing with your hands on your head, waiting for your disciplinarian to fetch you, and take you to be spanked. You need the loo, but you’ve been told you absolutely must stay in position. Feel your trepidation grow, and how your anxiety increases your urge to pee. Then, suddenly it’s time, a firm hand seizes your arm, and you wet yourself.

Alternatively, you could be sent to the corner after you have been spanked, feeling the sting from your sore bottom slowly being overwhelmed by the ache of your bladder. But you’ve been told you are most definitely not to move. Stand with your hands on your head until you can hold back no longer, and wet yourself.


Scenario 3 – Wetting and Spanking

In this variation, you will stand (or kneel) in the bath or shower, and spank yourself until you pee.

As you are spanked, say aloud: “I’m a naughty girl (or boy) with a spanked bottom, and I’m going to pee my panties.”

Feel the heat building in your face as well as in your bottom, as the urge to pee becomes too great.

Finally, after you have wet yourself, stand up straight with your spanked bottom on display. You can choose to pull down your wet underwear to your ankles or leave it on.


Scenario 4 – Wetting and Begging (for couples)

This variation is for couples, and introduces not only an element of unpredictability, but the thrill of erotic jeopardy.

One partner sits on the loo, with their panties pulled up. If you enjoy bondage, tie their ankles together behind the toilet, and cuff their hands behind their back, so they are physically unable to rise.

The seated partner will then ask (and as the pressure builds, eventually beg) the other to be allowed to pull down their panties and relieve themselves.

The one in control should be equivocal, and inform them they might be allowed permission, but then ask what they would do for the privilege? Perhaps they might accept a week of spankings, or anal sex? Or agree not to wear panties in public, or clothes indoors. Or volunteer to serve for a period as a sex slave, with on-demand oral service. Or something else entirely.

What follows will be akin to an erotic negotiation of offer and counteroffer, with an auction-like urgency introduced by the growing pressure in their bladder.

The one in control can then decide whether to accept their desperate partner’s final plea, or cruelly deny them, watching them wet themselves utterly in a climactic humiliating final gush…


Handy Tips for Pee Play

  • Before playing, drink a glass or two of water an hour beforehand. Drinking water will dilute your pee and make it less smelly.
  • Handy hiking tip: if you’re properly hydrated your pee will be pale yellow (champagne coloured). Drink more if it’s darker. Tea counts.
  • After wetting your panties, take them off, put them in the sink and allow them to soak for a few minutes, you can even add a bit of handsoap. 
  • As for you, hop into the shower for a quick wash. Your wet panties can just be put into the laundry basket, they’ll be good as new when they come out of the washing machine.

Playing Sensations

An anonymous reader writes:

The Sensations game proved to be just what I needed after a long hard day of work and studying. My little slit had been aching with anticipation for most of it, but I’d tried to be a good girl, I’d sat at my desk with my legs a hand width apart, doing my best not to squirm.

When I got home, I
wrote out the parts of the body listed on your post with delicious anticipation, and placed them in a
little bag. Then I got ready to play, and this is the order I drew out the cards:

sole of foot
between fingers
inner thigh
left breast
perineum
palm
right breast
toes
labia
calf
back of knee
forearm
vagina
buttocks
pubic mound
shoulders
tummy
upper arm
anus
clit

When I pulled out “sole of foot”, I felt a bit dubious
about the pleasure I’d feel from exploring this area with my vibrator.
Imagine my surprise when I touched my vibrator to the bottom of my foot,
and immediately felt myself clenching. My breath caught in my throat,
and by the end, I was arching my back. It would seem the bottom of my
feet are more sensitive than I thought.

Moving on to between my fingers, inner thighs, and left
breast I started to get into a rhythm. Feeling more and more relaxed, I
found myself delighting in the small shudders of pleasure I got from
areas I typically don’t spend much time caressing before jumping
straight to my throbbing clit. This game forced me to take it slow and
sensuous.

The perineum was another area I’ve not paid much attention
to before last night. As soon as I touched my vibrator down, I gasped..
hips jerking and my legs tight.. I was squirming on my back, Sir.. toes
curling…mouth open in a silent cry. I didn’t want to stop playing with
this area.. when my 2 minutes were up, I whined, and squirmed, feeling
the dull ache of my slit, wanting more, wanting to come…

The next area that was a pleasant surprise were my toes.
Immediately I felt small shudders of pleasure radiating through my body.
Next, the labia. I moaned as I spread my legs once more, running my
little vibe over my glistening lips. The cool air in my room kissed my
slit, making my breath ragged. I closed my eyes, moaning, drinking in
the intense sensations, slowly running the vibe up… and… down. my
heart was racing, and I was feeling needy, Sir. So needy… my thoughts
consumed with my desire to come.

By this time, each two minutes was spent in delicious
agony. My body felt electric, each touch of my vibrator leaving little
goosebumps in its wake. My hips were slowly gyrating almost constantly
now. I want to grind my clit against something, ANYTHING. I was
desperate to tip over into bliss. It seemed each card was bringing me
further away from the place I wanted to touch most, my little clit
twitched and throbbed, left neglected..

Soon I was down to the last two cards. And I still hadn’t drawn the one
for my clit. My fingers shook, my breath came fast, tremors running
through my body. I wanted to touch my clit, Sir. I felt feverish with
arousal, unable to keep quiet, soft little cries escaping from my mouth. 

The next card was anus. I groaned, Sir. Frustration and desire wrinkled my
brow. Sliding further down on my bed, I drew my knees to my chest, and
paused. With the exception of my experimentation with ginger, this
particular part of my body has been relatively untouched. Hesitantly,
tentatively I touched the vibe down to my crinkled little hole. Pleasure
shot straight to my clit. I groaned, loudly, almost dropping my vibe,
as I was overcome by the sensation. I struggled to keep my legs bent and
pulled up to my chest… Loving the tight little circles I was drawing
around, but almost feeling like the sensation was too much, too strong. I
stayed like this, suspended in limbo, mouth falling open once more in
silent ecstasy. And then all too soon, it was over. The timer was up. I
sighed deeply. Just the one card left, it was time to massage my clit.

I settled back my pillows, opening my legs wide, I lingered
just for a moment, savoring the feeling of air on my wet, tingling
slit. Arousal flaring, I slowly touched my vibrator to my swollen clit. I
immediately cried out, hips inadvertently jerking, legs snapping
together. I was panting, Sir. It felt so intense… My entire body
aching, flooded with erotic energy, and need. I opened my legs once
more, teasing myself, drawing the vibe in tight little circles… 

Moving
faster and faster. My breath is coming faster now, my back arched, toes
curling. The muscles in my thighs were so tight, Sir. I could feel the
pleasure build up and up, bound to overflow at any moment. Faintly, I
hear the timer go off, but I don’t stop. 

Sliding my other hand between
my legs, I roughly slide two fingers into my dripping slit. Gasping at
the sudden intrusion…and wanting more.. so much more.. Thrusting in
and out in time with the circles I’m rubbing around my clit. I’ve
reached the breaking point, there’s no stopping, my mouth is open in a
wordless cry, back arched. The tension suddenly breaks, and I tumble
over. Consumed by ecstasy.

Afterwards, I gathered up the cards, which were scattered across my bedroom floor. I have put them safely in my playbox, I will certainly play this naughty game again…

Playing Sensations

An anonymous reader writes:

The Sensations game proved to be just what I needed after a long hard day of work and studying. My little slit had been aching with anticipation for most of it, but I’d tried to be a good girl, I’d sat at my desk with my legs a hand width apart, doing my best not to squirm.

When I got home, I
wrote out the parts of the body listed on your post with delicious anticipation, and placed them in a
little bag. Then I got ready to play, and this is the order I drew out the cards:

sole of foot
between fingers
inner thigh
left breast
perineum
palm
right breast
toes
labia
calf
back of knee
forearm
vagina
buttocks
pubic mound
shoulders
tummy
upper arm
anus
clit

When I pulled out “sole of foot”, I felt a bit dubious
about the pleasure I’d feel from exploring this area with my vibrator.
Imagine my surprise when I touched my vibrator to the bottom of my foot,
and immediately felt myself clenching. My breath caught in my throat,
and by the end, I was arching my back. It would seem the bottom of my
feet are more sensitive than I thought.

Moving on to between my fingers, inner thighs, and left
breast I started to get into a rhythm. Feeling more and more relaxed, I
found myself delighting in the small shudders of pleasure I got from
areas I typically don’t spend much time caressing before jumping
straight to my throbbing clit. This game forced me to take it slow and
sensuous.

The perineum was another area I’ve not paid much attention
to before last night. As soon as I touched my vibrator down, I gasped..
hips jerking and my legs tight.. I was squirming on my back, Sir.. toes
curling…mouth open in a silent cry. I didn’t want to stop playing with
this area.. when my 2 minutes were up, I whined, and squirmed, feeling
the dull ache of my slit, wanting more, wanting to come…

The next area that was a pleasant surprise were my toes.
Immediately I felt small shudders of pleasure radiating through my body.
Next, the labia. I moaned as I spread my legs once more, running my
little vibe over my glistening lips. The cool air in my room kissed my
slit, making my breath ragged. I closed my eyes, moaning, drinking in
the intense sensations, slowly running the vibe up… and… down. my
heart was racing, and I was feeling needy, Sir. So needy… my thoughts
consumed with my desire to come.

By this time, each two minutes was spent in delicious
agony. My body felt electric, each touch of my vibrator leaving little
goosebumps in its wake. My hips were slowly gyrating almost constantly
now. I want to grind my clit against something, ANYTHING. I was
desperate to tip over into bliss. It seemed each card was bringing me
further away from the place I wanted to touch most, my little clit
twitched and throbbed, left neglected..

Soon I was down to the last two cards. And I still hadn’t drawn the one
for my clit. My fingers shook, my breath came fast, tremors running
through my body. I wanted to touch my clit, Sir. I felt feverish with
arousal, unable to keep quiet, soft little cries escaping from my mouth. 

The next card was anus. I groaned, Sir. Frustration and desire wrinkled my
brow. Sliding further down on my bed, I drew my knees to my chest, and
paused. With the exception of my experimentation with ginger, this
particular part of my body has been relatively untouched. Hesitantly,
tentatively I touched the vibe down to my crinkled little hole. Pleasure
shot straight to my clit. I groaned, loudly, almost dropping my vibe,
as I was overcome by the sensation. I struggled to keep my legs bent and
pulled up to my chest… Loving the tight little circles I was drawing
around, but almost feeling like the sensation was too much, too strong. I
stayed like this, suspended in limbo, mouth falling open once more in
silent ecstasy. And then all too soon, it was over. The timer was up. I
sighed deeply. Just the one card left, it was time to massage my clit.

I settled back my pillows, opening my legs wide, I lingered
just for a moment, savoring the feeling of air on my wet, tingling
slit. Arousal flaring, I slowly touched my vibrator to my swollen clit. I
immediately cried out, hips inadvertently jerking, legs snapping
together. I was panting, Sir. It felt so intense… My entire body
aching, flooded with erotic energy, and need. I opened my legs once
more, teasing myself, drawing the vibe in tight little circles… 

Moving
faster and faster. My breath is coming faster now, my back arched, toes
curling. The muscles in my thighs were so tight, Sir. I could feel the
pleasure build up and up, bound to overflow at any moment. Faintly, I
hear the timer go off, but I don’t stop. 

Sliding my other hand between
my legs, I roughly slide two fingers into my dripping slit. Gasping at
the sudden intrusion…and wanting more.. so much more.. Thrusting in
and out in time with the circles I’m rubbing around my clit. I’ve
reached the breaking point, there’s no stopping, my mouth is open in a
wordless cry, back arched. The tension suddenly breaks, and I tumble
over. Consumed by ecstasy.

Afterwards, I gathered up the cards, which were scattered across my bedroom floor. I have put them safely in my playbox, I will certainly play this naughty game again…

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