Sex Toy Smut #7

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For most people, erotica and sex toys work in conjunction with each other. Many settle down with a good bit of smut and a trusty sex toy beside them. Others may even read a raunchy story with their partner, before experimenting with a sensual product together. Not only do we bring sex toys and erotica together in our own way, but the authors bring new life to sex toy play, introducing toys to their characters. When reading these excerpts we may find new and adventurous ways to experiment with our own toys – we’re able to bring the realms of fantasy into pleasurable reality.
I will be inviting published erotic authors, on a regular basis, to host a sex toy related excerpt from their work on my blog, for you all to enjoy.

 

Today we welcome the lovely Nichi Hodgson with an extract from Bound To You.

Nichi Hodgson is a 29-old-year journalist, broadcaster, author and sex educator living in London.She currently writes a monthly sex column for Men’s Health magazine, regularly contributes to the Guardian and the New Statesman on sex and the law, and gender politics, and broadcasts for BBC Radio 2, BBC Radio 5 Live and Sky News.Her first book, Bound To You, a real-life memoir detailing her time as a professional dominatrix and personal submissive, is out now and published by Hodder.

Nichi also hosts sex salons at Coco de Mer and is available for private consultations and bespoke parties.

From http://nichihodgson.com/bound-to-you/

‘Well, you clearly haven’t been listening to it, have you,’ I replied sarcastically. ‘Else Mistress Sapphire and I wouldn’t be wasting our time re-educating you now. Maybe though,’ I continued, ‘it’s just that you’re rather deluded.’ Sapphire peered into his briefs again. ‘Able to kid yourself into thinking that you are not under women’s constant surveillance,’ I continued. Sapphire let the waistband snap back against his skin. ‘Able to forget that women don’t always like what they see when they see you.’

 

‘Yes!’ he gasped.

 

Aha. We’d found his trigger.

 

‘Good at deluding yourself into thinking every beautiful, intelligent, sexually awakened woman you meet can’t help but fall for a narcissistic fool like you. Good-looking, monied, educated, suave, do-gooding… I bet you think you’re a walking seduction. What girl wouldn’t be impressed by a man who donates money to women in Africa? What woman wouldn’t want to suck off such a generous cock?’ I pursed my lips, punched the word ‘cock’ out into the air. I was pleased with that last sentence, with its multiple meanings, its cruel suggestiveness, its bitchy character assassination. I felt powerful, and lustful. I hoped this was what he’d wanted.

 

I could see James’ pulse beating in his throat. His hard-on was raging. It was working. Sapphire held the crop like a spear. Placing it flat against his stomach, she slid it into his waistband and began to inch his briefs down with it, revealing his throbbing cock.

 

‘Do you think,’ I paused, placing my hands on my hips, and moving closer into him, fixing my eyes on his face now, ‘that we, for example, having seen what a narcissistic waste of organs you are would ever fantasise about sliding ourselves on to THAT?’

 

Sapphire let the waistband smack back onto his cock. He cried out. She simpered up into his face then yanked his briefs down to his ankles. James jumped in lustful panic, rattling the cross. He was fully exposed now and I took a good look at him. Oh my. That was a very appealing cock. I looked at Sapphire. Her eyes were gleaming. I was pretty sure she was thinking the same thing.

 

‘No,’ he whispered thickly. ‘I would never presume to know anything,’ he said apologetically. I could smell the Kenzo on him. How I loved that fragrance.

 

‘Good job,’ I said, as Sapphire swung back the crop and smacked his balls with it.

 

I gasped involuntarily. I thought James would crumple but he didn’t. Instead, he arched back against the cross in pleasure. Sapphire smacked him a few more times. Each time, his body tensed and then sank into a luxurious spasm. No matter how much she hit him, he clearly wasn’t going to lose his erection.

 

‘Well, James,’ Sapphire announced. ‘I think it’s time for you to have your reward. Or perhaps it’s your punishment.’ I wasn’t exactly sure what Sapphire meant by that, but I presumed she was going to let him orgasm.

 

She reached back over to the rack and took off a large vibrator. Or rather, a top-selling back massager from the US that had somehow become a cult sex toy, in part from being used widely in online porn videos. I’d watched her use it on clients before. It gave them rapid, shuddering orgasms.

 

She slid the switch to turn the device on. It started to whirr. She brought it down to the base of James’s cock. He jerked in gratitude and started to undulate against it.

 

‘Well, aren’t you quite the little whore, thrusting yourself up against the toy like that,’ I whispered into his ear. He turned his head sharply towards me and looked up into my eyes, desperately aroused. He was panting frantically now.

 

Sapphire dragged the vibrator up along the shaft of his cock, lingering over the underside of the head, before running it back down again. Every so often she would remove it completely and let James hang here, his face completely overtaken with anguish as he waited for the next stroke. Any minute now he was going to climax, I could tell. I stepped back away from him. I knew it sometimes accidentally happened, but I wasn’t ready to be ejaculated on.

 

Sapphire, meanwhile, was sliding the vibrator up and down his shaft with one hand and stroking up and down along the insides of his thighs with the other. ‘What a good little slut you are, taking my tease like this,’ she murmured, clawing at him, groping for his balls.

 

‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ James cried. Just as he was on the brink of climax, Sapphire released her hand from his balls, then yanked the vibrator off his cock, turning what should have been shudders of satisfaction into jerks of incredulous frustration, leaving James ejaculating into thin air.

 

‘That’ll teach you,’ she breathed fiercely into his face. ‘Your first ruined orgasm.’

 

http://nichihodgson.com/

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