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he asks me this over the phone and i freeze.

i was just complaining to him about how sore my cunt was. of course, my fingers were still lazily circling my clit, eliciting a mix of whimpers and whines. i know he really likes when i’m hurting for him, but a whisk???

immediately i say no, its too much, its too humiliating, i’m already so sore, please don’t make me, especially without cuddles after (we are long distance). he says i don’t have to, and i (try to) move on.

i feel myself reaching the edge, despite my overworked clit aching. i’ve been so insatiable lately. i start begging to cum—

“no.”

i beg again; i really am so close, even just a ruin would be so nice, please, the ache, daddy, please make the ache stop just a little.

“no.”

my mind…goes back to the whisk. it would hurt so bad…it would hurt so bad. i couldn’t possibly even fit it inside me…right?

“if i fuck myself with the whisk…could i have a ruin…?”

it’s almost embarrassing how easily it slides into me. at this point i’m soaked. my cunt is velvet with need and the thin smooth wires are offering me a new kind of fullness. i accidentally bear down and cry out, an amusing sight for him. oh, he’s watching all this on the security cameras he installed in my apartment. he wouldn’t miss a second of my debasement.

“well go on, fuck yourself with it.”

slowly, i pull the whisk out about an inch and slide it back in. this movement starts to feel sharp against my hole, but i can tell it’s not enough entertainment for him. i start to pull the bulbed end of the whisk out of me, crying out at the widest point and gasping for air when it finally pops out of me. with a pained whimper, i shove it back in, returning to feeling stretched open yet hollow.

“oh, do that again.”

my pleas for it to end spill out of me but i keep being good porn of course. i fuck my oversensitive cunt with the whisk, treating the widest part as a knot thats breaking me open. i keep going until the soreness is too much to take, leaving the whisk inside me and letting my greedy cunt clench and pull it deeper inside me. i feel so incredibly low, and so incredibly horny.

“you’re gonna have to ruin with that thing inside you.”

it takes me less than a minute to reach the edge after breaking my cunt open with the whisk. i barely had to touch my swollen clit to get close. the pain and soreness and humiliation and fullness all overwhelmed me and my ears rang as i begged to be allowed to ruin.

when i got permission, i pulled away my hand and let the sharp sensations of the whisk push me over the edge. i cried out as the pleasure waved over me; all my orgasms hurt nowadays. as i lay there, panting and sniffling and mumbling thank you’s, he praises me.