{This story starts here. This is the toy my Sir and I selected: The LOVENSE Dolce Remote Control Vibrator, Clitoris & G-spot Vibrating Sex Toy | Adult Sex Toys & Games, Long Distance, 10 Vibration Patterns,…}

We have play time the next day. I am nervous and excited in equal measures.

There is some fumbling around, mostly on my part. No, not with the toy, with the tech part, the remote and getting myself connected, and figuring out how to connect my Sir.

The toy must be turned on first. Then it connects with my app. I put it on – well, put it in.

It slides in easily, I am more concerned it will slide out, but I sit down and it stays in place.

I am tempted to turn it on and just see what it feels like, but I do not have permission to do that.

We’re on a video call, so I can see Sir when I get the system message that he wants to connect live. Heart pounding, I accept.

And the first rush of sensation runs through my body. I gasp. He smiles.

There are different controls. He can make it vibrate softly on low or crank up the speed until it fills me.

“Is that sensation inside you or out?’ He asks that question and I have to think a minute before I respond. It’s just a lot of sensation. Good sensation, and I’m still catching my breath and making all kinds of little sounds – oh and mmmm and ahhhh and some that I wouldn’t even try to spell. Finally, I say inside – or outside – and then he knows which part of me is touched with the blue control and which with the pink.

He can make the vibration pulse. He can set a pattern and make it repeat until he decides to stop it. He is delighted by this.

So he plays with me. Separated by thousands of miles, with a touch of his finger he controls what I feel.

I lose focus, I lose my sense of time. When I don’t have my eyes closed, when I’m not moaning or distracted by moving my hips, when I’ve given up trying to maintain a rhythm that he’s not letting me have, I watch his face. I can’t describe the look as his attention moves from the toy to my face and back again.

But it makes me feel totally in his control. I feel overwhelmingly, submissively, happy to be there. There is a moment when I go deeper into that kind of subspace, where everything else drops away and I know that all of me belongs to him.

The orgasm sneaks up on me, I didn’t expect it and suddenly, there it is. No time to ask permission, it fills me and spills over. Sir just smiles. And keeps the toy going.

When we are finished, and I feel spent and undone and all the ways I feel when I have been thoroughly taken, Sir says firmly, “No solo play.” And of course I accept that – and then he adds, “Not without permission anyhow.” That opens up whole new possibilities…

And while I’m still all turned on and floaty, he says something – a comment so subtle I don’t remember the exact words – nonchalantly wondering if I’d be able to walk with it as we played.

Yes, I think another post is in the making.