A Salute to Masturbation May

For a variety of reasons, I don’t get much time alone. The magical and elusive combination of time by myself AND an accommodating schedule means that I can get up to some serious “me” time. As May is Masturbation month, it deserved to be saluted with an all out solo-kink-fest. One fine afternoon a few weeks ago, I entertained myself with this:

1. Spreader bar with eye hooks at each end and one in the middle.
2. Ankle cuffs. (They’re actually my wrist cuffs, but they’ll do ankle duty in a pinch.)
3. Double-ended bolt snaps for attaching cuffs to spreader bar.
4. Collar.
5. Bamboo flat-backed back scratcher. Used like a crop, it produces a nice sting.
6. Affectionately nicknamed Monster, it’s a “fleshlike” Doc Johnson dildo.
7. Glass dildo with bumps that I love.
8. Cockring.
9. Bullet vibe for the cockring.
10. Lube.
11. Vibrating stainless innards that long-survived the jelly it was once attached to.
12. Wooden clothespins (16) (not shown).

Looking at this photo and list, two things are apparent. I must have been incredibly horny to have brought out so many implements. And, I am in desperate need of some better quality toys (but that’s for another post).

It started with the thought that I would like to have my ankles restrained and attached to each end of the spreader bar while masturbating. I stripped down, put on my collar, attached the cuffs  to my ankles and then to the spreader bar. The feeling was so wonderful that before I even touched myself I was growing very moist.  With my knees far apart, the space between my legs was so obviously empty that I yearned to be filled.

I reached for the biggest toy I have to do the job. Nicknamed Monster, it is a rather girthy Doc Johnson dildo with balls and a suction cup. It’s made from some “fleshlike” substance that will likely rot my insides and make me glow radioactively. With the shaft barely hanging on to its balls and suction cup, this toy has seen better days. But when you’re in need, you’re in need.  I worked it into me and turned it so that the balls applied pressure to my clit while I was sitting. Rocking and grinding on it, ankles spread wide, my attentions turned to my breasts.

For some time I’d wanted to try clothespins on my breasts. This was the perfect opportunity to test my tolerances without risk to my pride if I aborted the attempt. I placed two on each areola, one on either side of my nipples, to very little discomfort. Intrigued, I continued until I had 4 clothespins in a row in lines on either side of my nipple on each breast, for a total of 16 clothespins. There was a stinging, gnawing discomfort, but nothing too painful at all. The sight and  feeling of my own handiwork while still rocking my hips over Monster, increased my  arousal. I was going to need more than old Doc Johnson could provide.

Loading the bullet vibe into the cockring and sliding it down the glass dildo, I was disappointed to discover that the battery was dead. No matter, I withdrew Monster and felt the cold hard texture of the glass easily entering me, the clit massager hit its target and felt great, even without vibration. This glass is a toy for repeated penetration allowing the friction of the bumps to massage and excite me as it grazes my G-spot. Lifting and tilting my hips from my seated position was a little challenging with my ankles held in place by the spreader bar, but I managed to get a good rhythm and was moaning loadly before long.

I decided that I wanted to prolong the session – after all, it was a rarity to have such delicious time with myself – and so I would pull back from climax for as long as I could. The clothespins on my breasts were starting to become rather uncomfortable. So, proud of how many I could take and how long I was able to keep them on, I braced myself for the inevitable “ow” moment  as I removed them. Red pinch marks covered my breasts and I rolled and pinched my nipples between my fingers to divert attention away from the sting, which served to excite me even more.

Over the previous months, I’d grown to love the stinging sensation from spanking and wanted to feel that sharpness and heat on my pussy. I drew the glass out of me and my clit ached for attention. Reaching for the bamboo back scratcher and, with knees held wide, I  lightly tapped between my legs with its flat back  in a cropping motion. Mmmm. Again, with a little more force and a flick in my wrist. This time a moan. I started thwacking my pussy and inner thighs over and over again, my heart pounding, breathing becoming more rapid as I tried not to squirm in my seat. The sensation was amazing and once again, I felt myself rising to orgasm.

Easing off again, my wicked mind craved more new experiences before allowing myself release. My pussy was wet, tingling and pulsing from the cropping and still, with my ankles held apart, felt so open and exposed. Noting that my tolerance for pain was high at that moment (I still maintain that I am not a pain slut) I reached for the clothespins again. This time, I placed 4 on each side of my labia and one on my clitoral hood. To my surprise, it felt oddly comfortable, the pressure and faint pinch pleasing, the weight and pulling sending tingling sensations up and down my pussy.

The way the pins were arranged allowed me to still run my fingers over my inner folds and rub the underside of my clit. As I slowly fingered myself back to heightened arousal, the ends of the clothespins clicked against each other, the one on my hood providing extra pleasure as the fastener knocked against my the top of my clit.

It was time to finish with gusto. I grabbed the slender metal vibe, applied a dollop of lube to the tip, stood, inserted it into my ass and turned it on to the medium setting. Sitting back down, the vibrations set my body alight, producing a deep gutteral resonance. I grabbed the nubby glass dildo again, slid the cockring off, and leaning back glided it into my needy pussy. Its glass base tapped the clothespins with each thrust. I angled it upwards so the bumps would add maximum pleasure to my G-spot and soon I was moaning loudly, gyrating on the vibe in my ass and rubbing my clit with my other hand. Not able to hold back any longer, I cried out loudly as my ogasm hit me with incredible force. My body tensed as I gushed and shook with wave after wave of pleasure, eyes rolled back in my head, ankles straining for freedom, spreader bar crashing against the hardwood floor.

As I came back to earth, I removed the glass dildo, the vibrator and the clothespins. Bending over in my chair, still trembling with aftershocks, I finally released my ankles from their restraints and was able to close my knees again. I sighed deeply and contentedly, gazing around at the toys of my pleasure knowing that this time of self-exploration was special. What I learned about my body, my tolerances and my pleasure dispelled fears and gave me the confidence to know what I will want to try again. I will be more prepared, eager and willing to continue to push the boundaries with my husband. Solo is good, but two is better.

(Thanks to Vixen and Sugasm for  including this post in Sugasm #167.)