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Published: September 28th 2024, 8:03:29 pm

Community Vid Wish and Story Post: Overstimulation Tonight was one of those evenings where I felt the familiar knot of nerves tightening in my stomach even before the session began. I knelt on the hard floor, completely blind, holding the “Nadu” position – a position of pure submission that never fails to remind me of my place. My high heels dug into the floor beneath me, making it impossible to ignore the discomfort. The strain in my ankles and knees was intense, but I knew it was exactly where my Owner wanted me – vulnerable, uncomfortable, and fully at his mercy. He enjoys watching me push myself to endure for him. He knows the mental battle I go through when I’m in this position, trying to remain still, trying to maintain control over my body while I feel it slowly betraying me. Our community had chosen the theme for this session: Sensory deprivation and overstimulation while being heavily restrained. I already knew this was going to push me to my limits. The moment I heard the decision, my heart raced, torn between excitement and anxiety. Overstimulation is something I’ve never quite gotten used to, and with the added restraints, I knew this would be a real challenge. But that’s the beauty of submission, isn’t it? Pushing past your comfort zones for the pleasure of your Dominant. I live for these moments where my mind and body are no longer my own, but completely under his control. My Owner began by fitting the restraints on me – first the leather collar, a symbol of ownership that immediately calms and focuses me. Then the handcuffs, and finally, the footcuffs. I could feel my breathing quicken. There’s something so powerful about the feeling of being restrained, knowing that you can’t escape even if you wanted to. Between the cuffs, my mouth was gagged with our harness panel dildo gag, silencing me as he filled my mouth with the toy. The thick rubbery taste hit my tongue, and immediately my drool began to seep out around the gag. My first hole plugged. Then came the next two: He filled my pussy and ass with two new pumps we had just gotten. I was nervous about these toys. We hadn’t used them before, and the idea of them inflating inside me made me shiver with anticipation and fear. I felt my body tighten as the pumps slipped inside of me. Once they were in, my Owner began inflating them with air, one after the other. The sensation of them expanding inside me was overwhelming. There’s something about double penetration that is so incredibly intense for me, both physically and mentally. Truthfully, double penetration is a soft limit of mine, but I trust my Owner deeply. For him, I’ve been slowly easing into it, allowing my body to get used to the sensation with small toys. But the pumps were something different. As they expanded, I could feel every part of me being stretched and filled. It was uncomfortable, but also oddly thrilling. I could feel my arousal growing, my body betraying me as always. Once the pumps were in place, my Owner clipped a leash onto my collar and started guiding me around the room on all fours, like a pet. I blindly followed the sound of his voice, feeling utterly vulnerable and exposed. At one point, the pussy pump slipped out because I was so wet. My Master chuckled softly, then took the time to reinflate both pumps to ensure they stayed securely inside me. The feeling of them pressing against me, stretching me from the inside, was now even more intense. Every step I took, every movement of my body, reminded me of how full I was. It was a reminder that I was completely at his mercy, and that thought sent a rush of heat through me. Eventually, he led me to the stairs, where he spread my legs with a spreader bar and chained my hands to the railing. I was completely immobilized. Then, he placed noise-canceling headphones over my ears, filling them with music. Now, not only could I not see, but I couldn’t hear anything either – just the soft pulse of the music. Being deprived of my senses like this was a strange and overwhelming feeling. My mind was in overdrive, trying to make sense of the sensations that were about to follow. The session truly began when my Owner started teasing me and softly caressing my breasts. The combination of his hands on me and the restraints keeping me in place made me feel completely helpless. I moaned through the gag, my sounds muffled but still audible. Then, he started teasing my pussy with his fingers, gently at first, but then building up. The anticipation was killing me. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. I was so aroused, so desperate for more. Finally, he introduced the wand. The moment it touched me, I jolted. The vibrations sent a shockwave through my body. My pussy is incredibly sensitive, especially to direct clitoral stimulation, so my Owner likes to torture me by switching between indirect and direct pressure. He started slowly, holding the wand a few centimeters above my clit, teasing me with light vibrations. The sensation was heavenly, almost too good, but then, without warning, he pressed it directly against my clit, sending me into a frenzy. It was too much. I thrashed against my restraints, my body arching and writhing, but there was no escaping the sensation. He switched between intensities, driving me mad with pleasure and frustration. He would push me to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, leaving me trembling and needy. Then, he’d crank the wand up again, pressing it against me mercilessly. I was caught in this cycle of pleasure and torment, teetering on the edge of release but never quite reaching it. It was maddening. My body shook with desperation, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the overstimulation became unbearable. I could feel myself slipping into subspace, my mind going hazy as I lost all sense of time and place. All that mattered was the sensation, the overwhelming need to cum, and the power he held over me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he removed the gag and the headphones. Spit dripped down my chin, and I was a quivering mess, completely spent from the overstimulation. But my reward was yet to come. My Owner unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, and without a word, I knew what was expected of me. I eagerly took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him. I sucked him deeply, feeling my arousal build again, knowing that this was my reward for enduring the session. But that wasn’t all. After I had sucked him to his satisfaction, he pulled me onto the couch and fucked me, filling me completely. The sensation of him inside me after all that overstimulation was overwhelming, and I came almost instantly. Finally, with one last thrust, he finished inside me, leaving me dripping and utterly spent.