Becoming a commercial whore does prick my conscience a bit, but I can promise that I will be truly honest regarding the toys I write about -- even if that makes you less likely to buy them and me less likely to get a commission off of them. I also promise that I will make my reviews as hot as possible by sharing a fantasy I have using whatever toy I'm reviewing.
For my inaugural review, I have chosen the Miracle Massager and it's handy Miracle Massager Attachment. I have to admit, I have not yet experienced the apparent wonder that is the Hitachi Magic Wand, but the Miracle Massager is apparently a lighter, more ergonomical-designed version. And like its 70s predecessor, it has a cord rather than batteries as its power-source. For those who are all about clitoral stimulation (:::raising my hand:::), this is definitely your toy as I don't know of anything that will vibrate your rosebud more.
But the attachment takes it to a whole new level by stimulating the clit and the G-spot at the same time without a lot of work on your part (something I love as, being as weak as I am, I often end up exhausted before I can even come). Indeed after putting the attachment on the head of the Miracle Massager, I positioned it with the base just inside my vagina (aka the G-spot) and the shorter nubbed platform on top of my clit and sat back in bed to watch the The Newshour. Yes, yes, I know. Not exactly porn (...or is it?). But I'd just received a big box of toys, and I was more curious than particularly horny. Lo and behold, fifteen minutes later I had one very nice orgasm. It was probably the least amount of work I've ever done in order to come. Except for maybe last Christmas Eve when A. gave me multiple orgasms servicing my cunt -- the only time I've ever had multiple Os. :::happy memory sigh::: Ah, yes. That was one magical night...
At any rate, while I can't say that Jim Lehrer or Gwen Eiffel do much for me (though A. has talked many times of spanking Judy Woodruff for being the worst interviewer ever), when I fantasize about the Miracle Massager and Attachment, it goes a little something like this:
I've just been spanked. A sort of pseudo-punishment spanking. A. dips his finger into my cunt. Swirls it around in a pool of arousal.
"What a naughty, dirty little slut you are," he says with that deliciously stern voice of his. "Getting wet from your punishment...disgraceful." And with that, a whole new punishment starts.
"But I didn't mean to be naughty," I pout between spanks. I love playing the good girl trying to preserve her modesty.
"Clearly you like being punished. And I bet you like showing off that naughty cunt of yours."
"No...no Sir," I shake my head. But to no avail. A. orders me up -- though I'm not to pull up my trousers and knickers. Orders me into the corner, where I stand listening to him rummaging around. It gets more and more slippery between my legs as I stare at the off-white paint.
"You may come out," he says. "Sit down on the bed." There amidst the flowers on the quilt I see the wooden spreader bar and satin restraints. "Naughty cunts like yours need to be shown off."
"No...please don't! I can't bear it. It's too embarrassing."
"Right ankle, please," is all A. says. Soon both ankles and both wrists are strapped to the bar as my back rests against the wall at the head of the bed. "Look at that view!" he exclaims.
I purse my lips together and blush as the cool air mingles with my juices, making my cunt feel even more exposed.
"I think I will give your cunt a little of what it likes so much,"A. states as he picks up his black leather belt.
They are soft strokes, but on my shaved, wet labia, the belt sticks ever so slightly after impact, exacerbating the sting. After several strokes he switches to whipping the backs of my thighs. Or is it the base of my ass? From that angle, it's difficult to tell. But one thing I do know is that it burns red hot.
"Naughty cunts need to be played with, don't they?" His question is rhetorical, but I know he wants an answer anyway.
"No, I don't want to be a bad girl," I plead.
"Oh, but I think you do," he says. He then picks up the Miracle Massager. Lifts up my shirt and yanks my right breast out of my bra. Squeezes my nipple hard. Turns the Miracle Massager on low and places the vibrating head on the nipple. My pelvic muscles instantly tighten in eager anticipation. But still I try to resist by squirming my torso.
"No...please..." I whimper.
"Stop that!" A. smacks my ass -- thighs? -- with a heavy hand, making me freeze with a yelp. He yanks out the other breast, giving it the same sort of treatment.
After a few minutes, he turns the Miracle Massager off and places the attachment on it's head. Slides it into the opening of my cunt. Turns the switch on low for a few seconds, then on high.
"This is what a naughty cunt like yours needs," he says with a smile. I can't help but smile too.
My whimpering soon turns to moaning. I can feel it coming. That wonderful, electrical burst spreading happiness to every cell of my body...
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That's the sort of fantasy I have with this toy. Your mileage, of course, may vary.
Update: I forgot to mention that VibeReview has come out unabashedly for Barack Obama in this election and is offering a 10% off coupon though the election. And you don't have to be an Obama supporter to use it.
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Oh, my. That's a lovely fantasy.
Very hot fantasy, Natty and a nice review.
Natty, very nice (hot) fantasy, and a good review.
I just hope that A is taking notes.
I hope that you do well.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
What a wonderful fantasy, I can't wait to show it to my Sir tonight. I know when I've been a naughty Brat and deserves rewarding sir always buys me a new present. My favorite has been the ruler spanker from
www.ruffdoggiestyles.com
Having ventured into full commercial whorism myself, I completely understand the hesitancy! It's even made me avoid my blog, out of some combination of embarrassment and irritation (as in, "Why am I so broke that I had to sell my ass to my lovely readers?"). But it's also completely welcomed and appreciated by the community, so go for it! After all, if we wanted to stay anonymous, we wouldn't have these blogs, right? Even with pseudonyms, our real selves are on display.
That said, how cool are plug-in vibrators?!?! Not to mention that thought of being punished with them, for getting turned on at being punished, or some combination involving punishment and vibrators. My very first was a plug-in, received from a pen-pal who DID NOT know I was only fifteen, and I've been ruined ever since. Batteries? Ridiculous!
I received an email from someone who has a sort of strap-on vibrator for the thigh of the person doing the spanking, for the OTK girl to receive stimulation. I've been meaning to write back to them for months! Good reminder! Want the address? Sounds pretty neat, actually...
Best wishes,
Abby
Glad you all liked the fantasy. It made me quite hot writing it. :-)
Paul -- A. hasn't read it yet (he's not around a computer at the moment), but I can say this is sort of a modified or even glorified version of scenes we've done together in the past.
Ruff-pup -- We have a similar ruler, though less glamorous -- 24 inch one from Office Depot. One of the things I've told VibeReview quite frankly is that it needs a much better BDSM section. Hopefully they'll start adding more substantial spanking implements soon.
Abby -- Thanks for the words of encouragement and empathy about becoming a commercial whore. I appreciate it.
And plug-in vibrators are kick-ass, no doubt about it. More powerful, no messing with batteries. Though I think I would have freaked out if I got one from a pen-pal at 15! LOL
Oh and I've seen the thigh strap-ons -- indeed VibeReview has one. I'd never thought of using one OTK -- very cool! Mostly I've been thinking of them from a toppy mode, as in wearing one to top A. ;-)
Hm, well now that I've read the fantasy five times (at least) I should say I liked it, right? Er, yes. I did like it. A lot. *grin*
I'm so *glad* you're expanding out of spanking to talk about sex. It's so utterly hot!
OMG, a toy so hot it can lead to an orgasm while you're watching the NewsHour? I think you should try them all, then save the very best ones for the Republican Convention. Any toy that can bring you off during that, I definitely have to buy. *WEG*
Indy
p.s. no, you can't hit the mute button
Sparkle -- I have to admit I'm still a bit ambivalent when it comes to talking about sex, but I suppose you can thank A. for bringing me out of my spanking-encased shell. And if nothing else, as a writer I find writing good smut an interesting challenge. ;-)
Indy -- LOL I worried that some people would think me very odd indeed for coming during the Newshour. Otoh, I knew some would find it as amusing as I did.
But, oy, the Republican Convention? No mute button? While this toy would probably still make me come (I can't say that for some of the other, pricier toys I played with this week), at what price, I ask you, would said orgasm come? :::shudder::: ;-)
LOL, Natty. In 2004, I could only take the Republican Convention through the filter of the Daily Show. Zell on Earth, etc. And in print media, too, when it seemed like something important might have happened. Can't see a reason to change strategy for this one.
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