Biastophilia/Raptophilia Fantasy Part Two

 

That went fast didn’t it. Almost no wait for the conclusion of my Biastophilia/Raptophilia fantasy. Let me let you in on a little secret, I wanted to get to the end of this as badly as you I am sure. I sure am hoping that you went and checked out both the audio and that submission blog as suggested. Do you need that reminder of exactly where we left off? Of course, I can remind you! I just picked out the perfect toy for my quest and had to come up with how to start. Planning based solely on the end that I was looking for. To be honest, I think I may have come up with a foolproof plan. I guess as the story unfolds you can be the judge of that though. 

 

The week prior to completing my plans, I narrowed down on toys. I had narrowed it down to 3 already so I wore each toy for 2 days apiece. One to get comfortable with them myself, but I wanted to gauge his reaction to each one, and to be quite honest, I was hoping it would make him more comfortable. Finally settling a realdoe feeldoe seemed the less invasive it was almost like having my own penis. The evening had come, and I was ready to get started. I cooked a big heavy dinner and made some cobbler and desert beverages for afterward. He was full and it took him some coaxing to want both but I needed him to finish every drop. Now I just had to wait. I lead him to the bed undressing him slowly teasing his dick.

 

It may have been in part the very large meal I prepared but he was snoring much sooner than I anticipated. Maybe, this would be easy. Thus far things were going quite smashingly.

 

There is something to be said about being quite a freak, I already had my choice of restraints readily accessible for my Biastophilia/Raptophilia fantasy. Obviously, opting for more cautious I double dipped. Bondage rope strapping him down on his side, both arms in front of him tied to the bedpost.  Heavy-duty handcuffs locked his wrists in place, his ankles bound the same way his wrist was. Simultaneously, slipping in my feeldoe and grabbing the warmed-up lube. Although I was not seeking consent I was hoping he would receive enjoyment as well. Coming in at a spooning position I slid all the way in. I mean he was not conscious, why ease myself in. That may have been my one misstep. His eyes fluttered open from discomfort. He started resisting, to say the least. 

 

Yelling no stop, trying his hardest to throw me off. Although, it was all in vain. He was going to need to relax soon or it was going to hurt far worse. Grabbing his cheeks hard in my hand forcing him to look me in his eyes I explained my Biastophilia/Raptophilia fantasy to him as calmly as possible.

 

Of course, he had to see that this was for him. It was not about me, not even slightly. I tried to rationally talk to him as I kept thrusting. He continued to resist all my efforts of pleasure. I was almost at my breaking point. I could not continue to take away his free will any longer. My right hand had started slipping off his cheek but my left was still busy stroking his amazing shaft in rhythm to my thrusts. That is when it happened that is when the change occurred for him.  A moan escaped his lips in between gasps. He looked as thrown off as I did. He stopped trying to toss me off of him and left me to shove all of my 8-inch purple feeldoe into his virgin ass. Not to mention, he started meeting my thrusts. Not even 10 minutes into our Biastophilia/Raptophilia and he was exploding. His cum shooting everywhere uncontrollably. Watching him finally be able to experience the full realm of possible pleasures there are, I followed behind him.

 

 

 
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