A couple of people wanted to know about the vibrating, inflatable butt plug. I got it at Extreme Restraints, and what do you know? It’s on sale right now! That’s a sign. You must purchase it!
Here it is in it’s natural state. By natural I mean that Master hasn’t pumped it up any. It’s fairly small in size as butt plugs go, but it’s kind of heavy. It has some weight to it. And those two tails hanging out your backside (the controls) pull down on it too. So in spite of it’s small size, it feels like a hefty plug.
Do I like it and would I recommend it? There is just no easy answer for that question. Mainly because I am incapable of keeping things simple.
There are two kinds of days in the life of a sex slave. Good Butt Days and Bad Butt Days. Subtle slave recently wrote much the same thing and I was nodding through her entry. Some days, wearing a butt plug is erotic and feels great and everyone is a horny, happy camper.
But on those Bad Butt Days, that initial burn that often accompanies anal insertions never goes away. It hangs around, it gets worse, it assaults your ass in waves. Then the cramps come, you start to sweat, your tummy hurts, it probably hurts worse to clench so tightly but you’re afraid of what might happen if you don’t. The burn seems to travel down your legs, you feel weak… until you are just one big, burning, cramping being existing around the epicenter; your anus.
I hate those days. Really truly hate them.
Yesterday, as (my)luck would have it, was a Bad Butt Day. In the 45 minutes or so before Master was due home, I was in and out of the bathroom a dozen times at least. I took the plug out, put it back in, took it out, over and over, trying to ‘turn the day around’ for me before Master got His evil paws on the controls of the thing.
Because, on a Bad Butt Day, a vibrating, inflatable butt plug feels a lot like Satan’s hand. Shoved up your ass. And he’s waving a hearty Hello! at ya.
Let’s take another look at that small plug.
This is pumped up 15 times. 15 is the most I’ve been able to take. Now imagine, a Bad Butt Day, with that bowling ball lodged in your rectum… and it’s set to vibrate on high. And then have to hold a bowl of soup and a glass of milk balanced on your back while on your hands and knees.
With someone like Master at the wheel it’s a whole new sadistic torment. He pumps it and releases it. He pumps it more. He turns the vibrator up and down and up and down. Plus He’s spanking and pinching and poking… just, you know, being a general poo-poo head.
Times like that, the absurdity of my life kind of reaches up and metaphorically smacks me upside the head. Just a big ol dose of “what the FUCK are you DOING here?” Oh but that’s a whole ‘nother entry, idn’t it?
Anyway! Yesterday I hated that stupid, vibrating, inflatable butt plug and had I answered this then I would have NOT recommended it to anyone.
But a good night’s sleep and a pleasantly aching asshole today has softened me up a bit. I fondly recall sweating and cramping while silently serving as His table. I get wet when thinking about how the cane strokes smarted ever so much more than usual because they made me clench extra-hard around the quivering plug. And I love how open and wet and available my asshole feels when that plug is removed.
The best thing about this plug is that you are able to get that really, REALLY full feeling without actually having to stretch around something that large. I’ve still not conquered that giant plug that we have because it’s just too big in diameter. But with this plug, it goes in and out easily, and can really make for some hugely erotic sensation once it’s in.
If you like that sort of thing.
So sure. Buy one.