My first butt plug......
My First Butt plug
My fascination with anything anal began soon after puberty, although it was some years before I began to associate it with anything sexual. I remember being teased by a boyfriend once and thinking what nice pleasures it brought, having the little rosebud of my anus circled by his finger during foreplay. I would often use my finger and some KY Jelly to penetrate myself during masturbation and just loved the strange unusual sensation I got from it. Before long, I was inserting a slim vibrator up my back passage and then other objects, masturbation with something up me and experiencing very different sensations and orgasms.
I was on a training course in Yorkshire; I must have been in my early 30s and realised on my first night in my hotel room that Iâd left my dildo, vibrator and a few other âpersonalâ items at home. They were safe, but I would be without my pleasures for two whole nights! Aaaaargh! On that first evening I lay on the bed after a shower and began to play with myself. I had intended popping down to the sauna and steam room but just wanted to get myself in a relaxed mood beforehand and then pop back to my room afterwards for a nice eveningâs pleasure. However, without my toys I was really stuck. After a few minutes thought, I went into the bathroom and took a travelling toothbrush case out of my wash bag and realised I have found an impromptu toy!
The toothbrush case was a cigar-like tube made of clear plastic, joined in the middle and had a series of small holes at either end. I took both parts and went back to my bed and continued to play. I soon had one half of the case inserted in my vagina and was experiencing the most pleasurable feelings as I masturbated. It wasnât long before I started to tease my rosebud and then had a wicked thought. I use my saliva on the other half of the case and after a little discomfort, managed to insert it in my anus. I continued to play on the bed, laying face down thrusting my groin into a pillow.
It wasnât long before I thought I could go one stage further and went in a white robe down to the spa room. A few minutes in the steam room, followed by the plunge pool and then back into the steam room. I could feel my two impromptu dildos inside me and was gently teasing myself under the towel I had wrapped around me. The place was empty and I was in my element!
Then disaster!
Just as I was beginning to enjoy myself I began to feel light headed and a gut-churning sensation inside me; the tube in my anus had slid all the way in! I rushed back to my room and into the bathroom. I tried to get a finger inside the tube and work it out of me, I tried using the handle of my hair brush and I tried gripping the edge of the tube with tweezers, but to no avail. I returned to the bed, heart beating and sweat pouring from my brow. At the time I remembered a letter that had appeared in Forum magazine about a chap that had âlostâ his impromptu butt plug and how he had to go to his local A & E to have it removed. I was trying to find a plausible explanation as to how I had managed to get a toothbrush case stuck where it was!
I took a small bottle of vodka from the room bar fridge, poured it into a plastic cup and virtually gulped it down in one. Almost in tears, I began to try again and somehow managed to get my nails on the fine lip on the end of the tube. In just a few moments I managed to work the tube out to a point where I could remove it with my fingers. I had read many warnings about loosing things in your back passage, but never thought it would happen to me!
A few weeks later I found myself attending a seminar in London. I arranged to travel down to London from Cambridge by train, leaving my car at our local station. I had seen adverts for an adult shop called Esquire and realised that I would be quite near to the shop on the day. After arriving as Kings Cross, I caught a tube to Waterloo (I think). The shop was a few minutes walk from the station and was virtually on route to where the seminar was running. I arrived at the shop quite early, only to find that it wasnât yet open. I continued to the seminar with plans to visit on my return.
I had always bought my âtoysâ from a shop in Birmingham, either by calling personally or by post. However, the opportunity of getting a butt plug early was welcome.
The seminar finished on time and I returned to Esquire. After passing the shop a few times and looking in the window as I did so, I finally went in. There were several customers in the shop and surprisingly a number of assistants. My excitement slowly turned to disappointment as all I could see was fetish clothing in the long narrow shop. I was just about to turn around and leave when a chap asked if I needed any help. âYes, butt plugs. Do you sell themâ? I knew they did as their advertisement in Forum said so, but I couldnât see them. The chap pointed to halfway along one wall to where I would find the stairs to the upper floor! On reaching the first floor I was amazed at what I saw. Not only more clothing, but in cabinets along the walls and glass topped desks I saw vibrators, dildos, bondage gear and all sorts of things. There was a girl kneeling on the floor stacking shelves and as I turned around she caught my eye. âCan I help?â, she asked, in an Australian accent.
âYesâ, I replied, âIâm looking for a butt plugâ. The girl got up and lead me over to a couple of glass cabinets on the wall and a glass counter; there must have been over a hundred butt plugs on display!
âWhat are you looking for?â, she asked. I told her that I wasnât quite sure. âWould it be your first?â. I confirmed it would be and she pulled out a drawer and placed a few on the counter. After explaining the various shapes she suggested one that would be a good starter. It was about 6â long the diameter of a pin pong ball for the half its length. It wasnât tapered but there was a narrower shank between the widest part and the base. She went on to explain that it wasnât just the width of the widest part that you would need to consider, but the width of the narrower shank, as it would be that that would âstretchâ you!
Within minutes I was leaving the shop with my new purchase in my bag. My heart was racing and I felt moist at the thought of what I had just done. My excitement was soon to turn to disappointment. On reaching the main line station and having a good 30 minutes before my train left, I decided to pop into the ladies and try out my new purchase. With my coat, bag and knickers on the hook on the door, I made my butt plug wet and tried to insert it. It was no good. The end was rounded as oppose to tapered and I didnât have any proper lubricant. Despite my disappointment, once I had caught my train I was soon touching myself and feeling extremely wet.
Once I had picked my car up I stopped off at a chemist in our nearest town and bought a tube of KY Jelly. I had some at home but after what had just happened I made sure I wasnât going to miss out again!
Once in the sanctuary of the bedroom I stripped and lay my new toy and the KY Jelly on the bed and got out some white knickers and a Dr Whites towel and belt. Using my vibrator and some KY, I began to penetrate my anus and then took the tube and lubricated myself with several finger-loads. Satisfied that I was âopenâ and lubricated, I applied lubrication to the butt plug and placed its bulbous head against my virgin anus. The feeling of what I was about to do was electrifying and with my heart in my mouth I began to penetrate myself. The sensation of the larger butt plug made me ache a little, but once I had withdrawn it and penetrated myself a little more each time I found that I could accept it. With my tight little ring stretched to its fullest, I pushed the butt plug home and felt myself go light headed as my ring closed in around the shank. WOW!
I put on my Dr Whites belt and a towel and then pulled on my knickers and dress. With no chance of being interrupted, I went down and poured myself a glass of wine and sat for a while, âsuckingâ on my butt plug. I couldnât hold out any longer and needed to see to myself. Laid out on the couch, my dress hitched up around my waist and my hand down my knickers, I bought myself off to a shattering orgasm. I was using my butt plug every available moment and it wasnât long before i yearned for something a little more challenging. Since that day, I have acquired several butt plugs and have had some fantastic moments.
One of my favourite games over the years was to see how long I could wear a butt plug for. I would always aim to exceed my previous record by 15 minutes for the new record to stand. If I failed, I would have to go back and start again another day. I have a favourite butt plug that Iâve used for this and the longest Iâve managed to keep one in for is 4 hours and 15 minutes. If you have never worn a butt plug you will not know how tantalizingly uncomfortable it feels. There is an urge to expel it, combined with an urge to rip your knickers off and frig like mad!
Well, I guess that is it. If youâve enjoyed this account please feel free to leave a comment. Please donât flood me with notes or friendship requests as i have little time to reply these days.
Kate...................
My fascination with anything anal began soon after puberty, although it was some years before I began to associate it with anything sexual. I remember being teased by a boyfriend once and thinking what nice pleasures it brought, having the little rosebud of my anus circled by his finger during foreplay. I would often use my finger and some KY Jelly to penetrate myself during masturbation and just loved the strange unusual sensation I got from it. Before long, I was inserting a slim vibrator up my back passage and then other objects, masturbation with something up me and experiencing very different sensations and orgasms.
I was on a training course in Yorkshire; I must have been in my early 30s and realised on my first night in my hotel room that Iâd left my dildo, vibrator and a few other âpersonalâ items at home. They were safe, but I would be without my pleasures for two whole nights! Aaaaargh! On that first evening I lay on the bed after a shower and began to play with myself. I had intended popping down to the sauna and steam room but just wanted to get myself in a relaxed mood beforehand and then pop back to my room afterwards for a nice eveningâs pleasure. However, without my toys I was really stuck. After a few minutes thought, I went into the bathroom and took a travelling toothbrush case out of my wash bag and realised I have found an impromptu toy!
The toothbrush case was a cigar-like tube made of clear plastic, joined in the middle and had a series of small holes at either end. I took both parts and went back to my bed and continued to play. I soon had one half of the case inserted in my vagina and was experiencing the most pleasurable feelings as I masturbated. It wasnât long before I started to tease my rosebud and then had a wicked thought. I use my saliva on the other half of the case and after a little discomfort, managed to insert it in my anus. I continued to play on the bed, laying face down thrusting my groin into a pillow.
It wasnât long before I thought I could go one stage further and went in a white robe down to the spa room. A few minutes in the steam room, followed by the plunge pool and then back into the steam room. I could feel my two impromptu dildos inside me and was gently teasing myself under the towel I had wrapped around me. The place was empty and I was in my element!
Then disaster!
Just as I was beginning to enjoy myself I began to feel light headed and a gut-churning sensation inside me; the tube in my anus had slid all the way in! I rushed back to my room and into the bathroom. I tried to get a finger inside the tube and work it out of me, I tried using the handle of my hair brush and I tried gripping the edge of the tube with tweezers, but to no avail. I returned to the bed, heart beating and sweat pouring from my brow. At the time I remembered a letter that had appeared in Forum magazine about a chap that had âlostâ his impromptu butt plug and how he had to go to his local A & E to have it removed. I was trying to find a plausible explanation as to how I had managed to get a toothbrush case stuck where it was!
I took a small bottle of vodka from the room bar fridge, poured it into a plastic cup and virtually gulped it down in one. Almost in tears, I began to try again and somehow managed to get my nails on the fine lip on the end of the tube. In just a few moments I managed to work the tube out to a point where I could remove it with my fingers. I had read many warnings about loosing things in your back passage, but never thought it would happen to me!
A few weeks later I found myself attending a seminar in London. I arranged to travel down to London from Cambridge by train, leaving my car at our local station. I had seen adverts for an adult shop called Esquire and realised that I would be quite near to the shop on the day. After arriving as Kings Cross, I caught a tube to Waterloo (I think). The shop was a few minutes walk from the station and was virtually on route to where the seminar was running. I arrived at the shop quite early, only to find that it wasnât yet open. I continued to the seminar with plans to visit on my return.
I had always bought my âtoysâ from a shop in Birmingham, either by calling personally or by post. However, the opportunity of getting a butt plug early was welcome.
The seminar finished on time and I returned to Esquire. After passing the shop a few times and looking in the window as I did so, I finally went in. There were several customers in the shop and surprisingly a number of assistants. My excitement slowly turned to disappointment as all I could see was fetish clothing in the long narrow shop. I was just about to turn around and leave when a chap asked if I needed any help. âYes, butt plugs. Do you sell themâ? I knew they did as their advertisement in Forum said so, but I couldnât see them. The chap pointed to halfway along one wall to where I would find the stairs to the upper floor! On reaching the first floor I was amazed at what I saw. Not only more clothing, but in cabinets along the walls and glass topped desks I saw vibrators, dildos, bondage gear and all sorts of things. There was a girl kneeling on the floor stacking shelves and as I turned around she caught my eye. âCan I help?â, she asked, in an Australian accent.
âYesâ, I replied, âIâm looking for a butt plugâ. The girl got up and lead me over to a couple of glass cabinets on the wall and a glass counter; there must have been over a hundred butt plugs on display!
âWhat are you looking for?â, she asked. I told her that I wasnât quite sure. âWould it be your first?â. I confirmed it would be and she pulled out a drawer and placed a few on the counter. After explaining the various shapes she suggested one that would be a good starter. It was about 6â long the diameter of a pin pong ball for the half its length. It wasnât tapered but there was a narrower shank between the widest part and the base. She went on to explain that it wasnât just the width of the widest part that you would need to consider, but the width of the narrower shank, as it would be that that would âstretchâ you!
Within minutes I was leaving the shop with my new purchase in my bag. My heart was racing and I felt moist at the thought of what I had just done. My excitement was soon to turn to disappointment. On reaching the main line station and having a good 30 minutes before my train left, I decided to pop into the ladies and try out my new purchase. With my coat, bag and knickers on the hook on the door, I made my butt plug wet and tried to insert it. It was no good. The end was rounded as oppose to tapered and I didnât have any proper lubricant. Despite my disappointment, once I had caught my train I was soon touching myself and feeling extremely wet.
Once I had picked my car up I stopped off at a chemist in our nearest town and bought a tube of KY Jelly. I had some at home but after what had just happened I made sure I wasnât going to miss out again!
Once in the sanctuary of the bedroom I stripped and lay my new toy and the KY Jelly on the bed and got out some white knickers and a Dr Whites towel and belt. Using my vibrator and some KY, I began to penetrate my anus and then took the tube and lubricated myself with several finger-loads. Satisfied that I was âopenâ and lubricated, I applied lubrication to the butt plug and placed its bulbous head against my virgin anus. The feeling of what I was about to do was electrifying and with my heart in my mouth I began to penetrate myself. The sensation of the larger butt plug made me ache a little, but once I had withdrawn it and penetrated myself a little more each time I found that I could accept it. With my tight little ring stretched to its fullest, I pushed the butt plug home and felt myself go light headed as my ring closed in around the shank. WOW!
I put on my Dr Whites belt and a towel and then pulled on my knickers and dress. With no chance of being interrupted, I went down and poured myself a glass of wine and sat for a while, âsuckingâ on my butt plug. I couldnât hold out any longer and needed to see to myself. Laid out on the couch, my dress hitched up around my waist and my hand down my knickers, I bought myself off to a shattering orgasm. I was using my butt plug every available moment and it wasnât long before i yearned for something a little more challenging. Since that day, I have acquired several butt plugs and have had some fantastic moments.
One of my favourite games over the years was to see how long I could wear a butt plug for. I would always aim to exceed my previous record by 15 minutes for the new record to stand. If I failed, I would have to go back and start again another day. I have a favourite butt plug that Iâve used for this and the longest Iâve managed to keep one in for is 4 hours and 15 minutes. If you have never worn a butt plug you will not know how tantalizingly uncomfortable it feels. There is an urge to expel it, combined with an urge to rip your knickers off and frig like mad!
Well, I guess that is it. If youâve enjoyed this account please feel free to leave a comment. Please donât flood me with notes or friendship requests as i have little time to reply these days.
Kate...................
15 years ago
