2024-05-08 - Mini-Session with Tim

Posted on May 08, 2024
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It was a mini session, no longer than a half hour, so I guess this should be a mini writeup? Not so much.

Tim and I walk every day on lunch. It’s a great way for us to get out and moving a little every day. It also helps me keep on track with a movement/exercise requirement. And honestly, it’s just kind of a nice way to spend lunch together. We have a regular route that takes up approximately 23 minutes of my 30 minute lunch, and if it’s too hot/cold there’s a nearby track we can drive to although it cuts our available walking time down to 15 minutes. My house is on a hill so the last stretch always puts me out of breath, trekking back up the hill.

We’ve had a recent change in our dynamic where all but my hardest limits are now on the table, along with me losing the ability to just “nope” out of something unless there’s something actually wrong. He can push all my buttons just to see what they do, and do things I have difficulty with just because it amuses him, and other than complain, there isn’t much I can actually do about it. While my original intention for removing my ability to back out of things was for pain play, it applies to anything he wants to do. It’s all pretty hot, honestly, and new to me. I’m still kind of trying to wrap my head around it all.

Well as part of this recent change he told me he liked the idea of plugging me for a lunchtime walk which immediately resulted in panic and arousal. Gotta love that simultaneous panic and arousal.

I mulled that over for a bit. I was considering asking him not to do it. And then realized that if he then decided okay, we won’t, I would be actually disappointed. Not because I wanted it, but because I wanted him to make me do things I didn’t want. The ache between my legs at the thought of him saying we’d do it anyway told me parts of me at least wanted to be overruled on that particular issue. I started thinking – is there anything else? I couldn’t come up with anything where I wouldn’t be disappointed if he didn’t just go ahead and do it anyway. To be honest, I can come up with a few now, so I think I was just too horny at the time. But most of those things are things we discussed and he said he wasn’t into anyway so I’m sure that has a part in it, too.

But this is a new situation for me to be in, where I know I can ask, and my request could be ignored… probably will be ignored. And I like it. I love it! But it’s a really new situation for me, so I’m spending a lot of time thinking about it.

I told him about this before lunch, kind of just working through the problem. I explained that I’d been considering asking him not to plug me during lunch and my conflicting but kind of telling feelings about the potential results of the ask.

Part of me seemed to feel that if I just explained my concern without actually asking him not to, then maybe I wouldn’t want him to disregard my request. Maybe he would understand the concern and like . . . not. Didn’t work. He told me very clearly that it was going to happen, and he had already been considering doing it today, but didn’t think we’d have time. So it would happen, and soon, but not sure just when. And very possibly regularly.

Instant panic and arousal. Damn that combination. But since he said we probably didn’t have time today I definitely didn’t expect it. Today, at least.

I told him I was nervous about the idea and he asked me to tell him what made me nervous. It seemed uncomfortable, moving . . . walking . . . like seriously walking. And outside. And the hill was concerning me a lot for some reason I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It just all sounded uncomfortable.

He told me I’d “get used to it, probably.”

Fuck.

Between that conversation and my actual lunch I had a further thought of actually refusing him. I’ve been having fantasies like that lately but so far haven’t been able to bring myself to attempt it. But what if he told me we were going to do this and I said no? The idea was hot but I was just working myself up. I wanted to masturbate but felt like I should wait until after lunch in case he got me worked up again.

Lunch was later than usual but I like later lunches. It makes the last portion of my day shorter. He arrived and waited for me to clock out, with some idle chatter while he waited. I clocked out for lunch like usual and went to put my shoes on. As I passed him, he moved in a way that caught my attention and made me pause. He caught me and kissed me and ran his hands over me and it made me melt into him. And then he told me to head to the bedroom because he was going to plug me and then we were going to go for a walk.

My brain kind of short circuited a little. Especially since I actually hadn’t been expecting anything. Like there had been a little part of me thinking maybe, but he had said he didn’t think there was time today so I didn’t realistically expect anything other than a normal walk. I don’t remember really moving towards the bedroom but in a moment we were there and I was nervously finding and handing him the supplies he needed – the XS plug and the lube.

He undid and pulled down my pants and pushed me down so I was bent over the bed. I remember hearing my breath, my voice making unintended noises. I was extremely nervous but very turned on. My eyes focused on the unkempt covers I was pressed into; I could see my hand next to my face, nestled in among them. This was the point where I remembered that I’d wanted to refuse him. Well it was certainly far too late now. It’s just so hard to refuse anything he tells me to do when he also melts me so easily. And trying to get back up when I was already down was far too hard.

In a moment I felt him push the plug against me. With a calm and steady voice, he told me to relax, because this part wasn’t supposed to hurt. Of course not. Still tense, I did my best. He lubricated, pushed, and adjusted. At first it seemed like it was going to be difficult but in only a moment I could feel when he got the angle right and it felt easy again. As he was pushing it into me he told me that he would insert it, then pull it out and add more lube, just to make sure it didn’t chafe on the walk. I think I let out a whimper.

He took his time to push it in with little thrusts, slowly, until it was in and I heard myself make the usual noise, not quite a moan but I don’t know what else to call it. And then, as promised he pulled it out again and I made another noise. He lubed it more and reinserted, still carefully but definitely faster. He told me to stay there “one sec” and disappeared to the bathroom to wash his hands. My mind briefly went to moving because it’s been more than “one second” but I really didn’t have it in me. I was completely locked in my head, and would wait as long as he wanted. So I waited.

When he returned, he pulled my pants up with uncomfortably cold, slightly wet hands. I don’t remember how I went from bent over the bed to standing, but my pants were up on my hips and he was telling me I could adjust them and finish putting them on, so I did, sliding my fingers around my panties to make them sit right, adjusted my jeans around my hips and buttoning them. As ready as I could be.

He guided me out to the living room, keeping me in front of him which in itself is uncomfortable enough. I’m much more comfortable as a follower. Following requires less effort – I can turn off my internal navigation when all I have to do is follow. So of course he likes me in front. We made it to the living room and I slid my shoes on, slowly. Walking was … uncomfortable, more mentally than physically, but also physically. This was not something I’d done before and I was extremely nervous, but out the door we went. We went slowly, nowhere near our usual pace, and I was thankful that he didn’t push on going any faster.

I could feel that my body language was tense and I could only imagine how it looked. My hands were shoved deep into my pockets and I struggled to look up occasionally but otherwise my eyes were more or less on the ground in front of me. I had a plastic bag in my right pocket, a “just in case” bag for when we take the dogs on walks, which I fidgeted with. Eventually I just wrapped my hand around it and squeezed at it. It didn’t make the best stress ball but it’s what I had. He didn’t let me keep both hands like that, though. He reached down my left pocket and I let my hand be taken.

He led me slowly, leisurely, around the street. I was happy to note that he did not lead me down the hill next to my house, keeping to the flat street only. If I wasn’t so uncomfortable it would have been a relaxing stroll. The wind was a little cold for my taste, especially at our slow pace, but it was otherwise nice weather. He chatted idly as we went, talking about work mostly. I heard him, but very little of what he said was processed. I made a couple mild response noises, along the lines of a sharp exhale, mostly to indicate that I had heard and understood what he said, even if none of it was probably being retained.

At one point a pickup truck pulled out on the street and I squeezed at the bag in my hand harder. I don’t like people when I’m uncomfortable. We talked about this moment later and he said I probably was worried that somebody would notice, and like… no, I don’t think so. I just really don’t like people sometimes, and this was very much a “I don’t want the world near me” kind of experience. Fears of meeting neighbors who wanted to catch up bubbled up from inside me, but as we went it seemed that neighborhood activity was minimal. We only saw that one truck.

I remember thinking as we went how much I didn’t feel turned on in the moment. I was before, and I was after, but not right then. It was scary, and uncomfortable. I didn’t enjoy it, but I did it because he told me to… because he did it to me. And he seemed so relaxed and happy, and I was tense and just trying to go along with where he led me.

We circled the street and headed back to the house. He guided me gently in the direction he wanted me to go and told me to go inside. So, I went inside, and slipped my shoes off while he followed close behind. He told me to go back into the bedroom again and so I headed towards the bedroom.

There really was no thought towards doing anything else. He told me to do something and so I did. Go in the door, so I went in the door. Go to the bedroom, and so I went. I was in a fuzzy state but otherwise fine. I felt… malleable.

In the bedroom, he pulled all my clothes off entirely, making me step out of the pants and underwear. I got to keep my socks, and the collar on my wrist, but that’s it. He told me how much he liked my outfit. He loves to say that when I’m wearing nothing, or close to it. He bent me over the bed and played with me a little, pushing in on the plug and rubbing at my clit. He stuck a finger inside me and made a comment about how turned on I was.

All I could think at that point was just how much I wanted him to fuck me, right then and there. Pull out the plug and just fuck my ass. I knew there was no point in even asking. There was no way to actually prepare me enough for that in this short time, and the x-small plug would not suffice. He wouldn’t do anything that might damage me. So I just made desperate whimpers while he did as he pleased. Finally he had me crawl up on the bed and he laid down in front of me.

He told me where to be and so I moved there. No, closer. So I moved closer. Legs wide. So I spread my knees open more and he seemed happy with that. He then had me put my hands down on the bed on the other side of him so I was on all fours on the bed with my chest across his chest. He proceeded to rub at my clit from this position. He pulled my hair and talked to me… the words lost to the moment while simultaneously anchoring me in it.

In a short amount of time he had me orgasming on top of him. I clenched and shuddered and was soon crying out as he was not stopping. As he continued rubbing at my increasingly sensitive clit, he made a comment that he could keep going as much as he liked and I couldn’t say no. I just cried out louder. He did have mercy on me though and finally let me rest before it became too much for me to bear.

The orgasm allowed me to come down a little bit from the subspace and frenzy of just being completely, overwhelmingly aroused. I remember laying on top of him until he had me get back up. The movement of my wrist had undone the magnet on my collar and it fell off right onto his chest as I moved past. He didn’t notice and it fell to the floor as he got up while I attempted to tell him what happened in my post-orgasm mumble. I still was not fully there yet but would be normal again soon. He did find the collar and set it aside for me.

I don’t know when he removed the plug. Was it when I was still laying across him? Or after I’d sat up? I just don’t remember. Somewhere in there was cuddling, too, but it’s all so fuzzy I can’t place it.

He washed and dried the plug while I got dressed. I was annoyed at the feeling of the lube still on me, but my lunch was over and if I didn’t get dressed immediately I would be late getting back. We put the lube and the plug back in their storage places and headed out to the front of the house so I could clock in. I think he kissed me. I think he pulled my hair as he kissed me. I was still too fuzzy to really remember the details. I just remember feeling really satisfied as he headed out the door.

The orgasm allowed me to return to work, happy but very shortly clear-headed; I was able to work undistracted. The more aroused I am, the harder it is to think or concentrate on anything other than more fun topics, so work can get tricky like that if I don’t orgasm to clear my head.

And that was it. I clocked in one minute late, so 31 minutes from start to end. So much packed into such a tight amount of time.

We talked about it after. I expressed how uncomfortable I was to be out walking like that. He told me I’ll get used to it because he’s planning on doing it more. Which, I must admit, makes me ache with arousal.