Some nights are about strict training some are about pleasure and then there are nights like these where the two blend so perfectly together nbsp After wearing my plug all day I was already feeling that familiar ache of fullness when I crawled into bed My Master had something extra in mind for tonight s ritual thick metal cuffs around my wrists my heavy collar locked in place and of course my sight stolen by a hood with no eye holes Completely bound completely helpless completely his nbsp I only realized what he had prepared for me when I felt it on the bed beside me a little toy familiar yet nostalgic My first-ever vibrator My little pink one the one that still feels just as good now as it did years ago nbsp And so I prepared it the only way I know how with my mouth Spit is the best lube after all I sucked on it slowly deliberately letting my mind wander imagining it was a real cock letting that fantasy take over until I was squirming with need When I finally turned the vibration on and pressed it between my legs I didn t even want to push it inside Just rubbing just sliding teasing myself with the pressure letting it build Grinding against it desperate for release nbsp Eventually I assumed my usual position on all fours face down ass spread wide calling for my Owner Because no night is complete without his inspection nbsp When he entered I was allowed to suck his cock while my toy buzzed against my needy clit And just when I thought the night couldn t get any better he decided to reward me with something so rare I could hardly believe it a few hard thrusts of missionary nbsp He hates that position always prefers doggy But for a few blissful moments I got to feel him above me face to face pressing me into the bed taking me in a way I almost never get And fuck it felt just as good as I always imagined it would nbsp A perfect bedtime ritual A perfect way to end the night