Object of desire

She was lying on their queen sized bed, on top of the white cotton valence. She was in a loose foetal position, fast asleep. She was not aware that he had come home and was in the room; that he had taken off his suit jacket. He moved towards her and stood by her side, and then he began to gently caress her and slowly awaken her.

She had been fast asleep and in her dreamy state, she began to comprehend that he had returned to her and was touching her and caressing her. It was a very warm day but she had turned on the fan and felt the light breeze on her skin. She felt completely comfortable. It was delicious for her to still be asleep but to have his attention in this way. She did not move. Like the object that she was, she invited him to do whatever he wanted by being very still.

She could feel him pulling up her black cotton dress and pulling down, and then off, her panties. Her movements were imperceptible and yet she was fully co-operating. Now, he undid her black bra and took that off too, and then he undid the ribbon at the back of her neck to loosen her dress. As he lifted the dress over her head, her body moved according to his need for it to move. It was quite effortless.

He now had unfettered contact to all of her and his hands wandered to the most intimate parts of her body. She loved to feel his touch everywhere and longed only to remain in this dreamy state for as long as possible. She felt his fingers at her ass cunt and then something cold; some lube. Seconds later, she felt him insert a plug and recognized it as the very long plug he used for play. Insertion was easy but the sensations it created in her, complex and intense. She lay there perfectly still.

She was vaguely aware that he had moved away for a short time but it was not until she felt the weight of his body on her skin that she realized that he had stripped. He turned her over onto her stomach and lay on top of her. Without a word, he brought his hard cock to the entrance of her pussy cunt. She was finally aware of a fully conscious thought. She was on fire. Her pussy cunt was ready to explode. Whatever thoughts she had had whilst asleep, her mind and body were ready to be invaded.

He had barely entered her, just the slightest of movements, when she moaned deeply. One imperceptibly small movement had sent her body into orgasmic delight. He did not enter her fully; to have done so would have taken her over the edge and into the abyss. Instead, he moved his cock ever so slightly, from time to time, and all the time, she was exploding in eruptions of heavenly release.

Eventually, he wanted more and he pushed further into her. Her groans were deep; almost as if she were in intense pain. She was biting her knuckle, sucking the skin of her hands with her tongue. She was desperate to outwardly express in some way what she was experiencing within her body. She very soon reached the point where she was beyond her own sense of control or ability to stay remotely quiet and he left her momentarily to return with her penis gag. He told her to suck on that.

It was just what she needed. She was now freed to use her tongue to her heart's content to express the depth of sensations that were overwhelming her. He was on top of her and deep inside of her. The plug had stretched her ass cunt in a new and more extreme way. She was the object of his desire and an object of desire. She was wanton; a vessel for his hunger and a hungry vessel.
This was not a girl lying there on the bed. This was her owner's fuck toy; being used and used and used. This was primal. This was exactly right.

An hour later, completely satiated, the object was sent to the shower and her body was washed clean. She dressed lightly and her demeanour was bright. She was heady; happy; complete. Her true status would soon be hidden from sight by the needs of others in her life but the memory would sustain her for many days to come. She walked. She talked. She cooked and planned. Underneath that exterior, she was nothing more than an object; her owner's fuck toy. Underneath that exterior she was, quite simply, herself.

© Vesta
2009


P.S. To all my American readers, may I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving. I have very happy memories of my Thanksgiving days in the US, spent with family and friends, and I wish you all the loveliest of days.