“Kneel for me,” Salome commands from the other room.
Erin and I obey, resting our knees upon pillows, we look at each other and smile, our fingers lacing together. Mistress is in Her boudoir and that means she is getting a toy. It means she means to fuck us and who does not delight in being fucked? We wait, exchanging glances with an eye upon the doorway, ready to come to attention when Mistress returns.
Salome steps through the doorway. She is nude, her so-firm body shining in the sweat she worked up spanking Erin earlier. And she is harnessed, the leather straps cinched tight. Normally She asks us to prepare Her, as part of the ritual. And BDSM is very much about ritual. It is theater really with each player improvising our role in real-time, only the pain and the pleasure are real and profound. “I picked this up in Chicago,” She said, fingertips running across Her phallus.
Her she-cock is not particularly large. Both Erin and I have taken larger before, but this one is very different. It is glass for one, smooth of surface and so very hard. But is segmented, almost like a caterpillar, with multiple ridges to stimulate our orifices as it drives in and out. Salome steps slowly and carefully to us, turning a bit to best display the dick that will soon be within us. I hear Erin gasp in anticipation, and I can scarcely not do the same. Salome stands between us, swinging the she-cock from side to side. She studies us as if deciding whose mouth to fuck first. As Erin has been away I assume it will be hers. But I am wrong, Mistress places the phallus to my cheeks and rubs it across my face. “Hungry, Mine,” she asks.
I nod. With Her, I am always hungry, I crave Her in every way. My mouth opens and she pushed inside. My lips wrap around the segmented shaft and squeeze.
Sucking a she-cock is a lot like sucking man, with an important difference. Men's cocks are loaded with nerve endings, they are sensitive things, who must be protected while sucked. Normally that means I wrap my lips across my teeth and squeeze, bobbing my head up and down. And of course, a man spurts if you do your job well, and when I suck cock I do it well. To me, the salty cream is a fit reward, proof positive of my hunger.
But when you suck a woman it is different. There are two ways that a person wearing a strap-on gets pleasure. One is through the thrill of mounting your partner, of using them and driving them into ecstasy. But the other is that if properly adjusted the base will press against the wearer's clit, rubbing it with each and every thrust, making each thrust a thing the wearer feels. It is one reason the adjustment is so critical.