Her Perspective on the Anal Butt Plug

Wearing a plug with see through panties is Ryan's mating call.

Wearing a plug with see through panties is Ryan’s mating call.

Original Article:  To me, seeing a pink, rubber anal plug is not as sexy as seeing a stainless steel one with a pink or blue diamond-esque cap. There’s nothing wrong with the pink plug – I have one myself. But when I first saw the shiny, metal anal plug, it looked regal, provoking viewers to draw their own conclusions as to what purpose such a fancy piece of metal served

Besides the aesthetic purpose, I assumed that it can also be served as a placeholder for a near future ass-fucking. The actual circumference of the the stem of the smallest plug is approximately the size of a #2 pencil.  So although it’s not too wide around, it can be used to “semi-stretch” myself in preparation for anal sex.  When I found out there were three sizes, I knew it had to be true. Starting with the smallest size and working your way up, all three were meant to stay put. The spade-shape is meant for your sphincter muscle to grasp around the narrowest point. Trust me, that thing is not coming out no matter how hard you push. I have to pull on it tight and my reflex is to squeeze. So there is no danger of it “accidentally coming out” when you’re walking.

When I put it on in the morning, I use a few drops of lube on the tip and swirl it around a few times before working it into my anus. I relax my muscles as I carefully slide it in until it’s nestled comfortably in my body. I alternate tightening and relaxing times in order to lubricate the stem and maneuver the plug into the perfect position. The first day I wore the smallest plug was quite comfortable. It was the outside that was slightly uncomfortable because when I moved around in my chair, the cap would pinch on my butt cheek skin. The next day I wore the second size and not only was the narrowest part slightly wider in circumference, but the entire plug itself pushed in me deeper too. I knew that I had to spend a little more time in stage 2 than I did in stage 1.  Eventually it got to the point to where I’d be lying in bed and I’d ask him to go ahead and put it in me, like I’d just asked him to turn off the light.

But no matter which size I have in, there was one thing that was guaranteed: Ryan was going to get in my ass that night. Wearing it makes me feel sexy and kinky. I have a dirty little secret that only Ryan and I knew about. It reminds me of our intimacy, our open-mindedness, our love of seeking new experiences together. I never dreamt of doing, let alone enjoying, 95% of the things we do. But we grew as a couple, experiencing so many “firsts” together.  I haven’t had many issues with anal sex, especially when I initiate it.  Sometimes my pussy would get so wet when I’d ride him that I’d use my own juices to slide my ass down onto his dick.  I would lift up, smear my wetness on the outside of my hole, and slip down smoothly onto his cock without one single tear. When Ryan sees the little jewel between my ass cheeks, he knows exactly what’s on my mind.  It’s similar to a mating call and a day-long way to turn him on without touching him.  I would even go as far as saying it’s more of a symbolic representation of my sexuality.  Knowing that the plug is in leaves the option of ass-fucking open.  Sometimes we don’t, even if I’ve been wearing it all day.

I haven’t done any research on others’ experiences, but I have made my own discoveries:

Discovery 1:  It’s hard to dry off after I pee at work.   It gets under the jewelry and is hard to dry.  Being at work isn’t the most convenient place to care for a butt plug.

Discovery 2:  There is no need to wear it the day after you have anal sex.  Why?  Because I’d say most dicks are wider than the jewel and for the next few days my anus will be much looser.  This means, the smaller sizes can possibly come out during different situations (see discovery 3).

Discovery 3:  Although your ass muscles are tight and strong, under some circumstances the plug can get pushed out.  For instance, one day I raced into the bathroom after work  only to find Ryan in there.  With my pants already half down and my body ready to release, I knew I couldn’t make it to another bathroom in our house so I jump in the shower, squatted down, and released (yes, I peed in the shower!).  I believe the force of my muscles holding and suddenly relaxing coupled with the squatting position (maybe helping to spread my cheeks) caused the plug to pop out. Surprisingly enough, I didn’t even realize it until I heard the heavy thud beneath me.  This was with a smaller size and the day after having anal sex.  A lot of different variables.

Discovery 4:   When removing the plug make sure you have a moist wipe ready to clean it.  Your anus isn’t the cleanest area on your body so don’t be grossed out if it’s a bit dirty.

I love wearing my plug.  I don’t feel there are any negative outcomes, physically or otherwise, by using one even for the length of a workday.  My only drawback is the limited colors and styles that are available (unlike tongue piercing barbells).  This may be a good thing because I might amass an extensive collection that could require its own bathroom drawer.

Control Freak

Anal Morning

Venice this morning, controlling the show

When I first married Venice I quickly learned that she was a morning person.  How did I learn?  Each morning before I could wake up I would feel something rubbing between my legs.  Whether it be pulling my loose ball sac up, which usually hangs below my thighs, up between my legs so she could fondle me, or wrapping her hand lightly around my penis and tickling me in a jack-off motion.  Sometimes I would wake up fully erect with her stroking my penis, sometimes I would wake up as she was pulling off my covers to get on top of me, and sometimes I would wake up right as my dick slides inside her body.   Because of work, responsibility, or just opposite schedules, this morning ritual stopped.

This morning,  I felt Venice’s hand reaching around my body.  For the past week, she has clawed for my penis and usually falls asleep with it in her hand.  I figured she woke up and noticed we moved apart, so I scooted near her so she could hold my penis and get back to sleep.  After I scooted back, I fell back asleep.  I woke up, possibly 10 minutes later, semi erect and Venice rubbing my crotch with dirty intentions.  At this point, I rolled over so she could feel all of my cock rather than half, as half tends to tuck in my lap as I lay sideways.   She moaned in my ear, finally being able to really feel my full cock in her hand.   She doesn’t hesitate to climb on top of me and slowly work her vagina down on my dick.  She wasn’t as wet as she normally is, so she had to carefully work me in, inch by inch, making sure not to tear her insides.  As my dick bottoms out inside her, her vagina begins to wet my entire crotch.  She rides me in a way that her inner g-spot gets rubbed hard enough, that her vagina will leak a very large amount of fluid.  I am not talking normal wetness, I am talking about almost like a physical orgasm that drenches both of our bodies.   This is actually what Venice wanted, because she immediately lifts her body up just high enough for my penis to slide out of her body.  She lowers herself quick enough so that my erect cock slides behind her body, up her back, through her ass cheeks, and rubbing over her anus.  She moves my dick back into her body to reapply her juices, and again, let’s me slide out just enough so that she can lower her body and have my dick slide up her back.   Each time, her ass cheeks and ass get wetter.  The last time, she lifts up, and I feel my dick slide inside her wet vagina again.  I moan, as I feel her tightening her thigh muscles and squeezing my dick.  I look up and she asks, “You like that?”

I whisper back, “I love your pussy.”  I can’t really say much because I am high from the chemicals released in my brain during sex.  I am lost in this feeling, which I admit I am addicted to.

She looks at me and smiles, “That’s my ass, Ryan.”

I snap out of my high for a second and try to feel the texture I am sliding in and out of.   To be totally honest, if done right and the woman is in total control, the change can be very subtle, especially since Venice’s Asian pussy has always been extremely tight.   I close my eyes and concentrate on what I am feeling.  Indeed, I am inside her wet asshole.  I am not sure when the switch was made, but I assume it was that last time she slid down on my dick.  I immediately ask her if she wants me to roll her over and put my cum deep in her ass (please read our article regarding how Venice has became addicted to the cum in her ass — the hormones, it changes her personality, and it makes her extremely horny for the rest of the day).  She looks down and tells me not yet.  She grinds her ass in my lap, moaning the entire time.   She will look down every other minute and ask me to tell her where my dick is.  I immediately respond, half high from our sex, “Your ass baby.”   She moans and smiles, pressing her body against mine as hard as she can to feel my entire dick deep in her body.

I eventually get the sex rush and want to take back my control in the bedroom.  I roll her over, keeping my dick inside her ass, buckle down and start to ram my dick in her as hard as I can.   She moans but still grabs my throat, pushing my head off her body.  She squeezes her hand and tells me to slow down.  Still holding my throat, she warns me, “You better not cum until I tell you.”  The control move failed and I’ve learned my freaky wife loves to be in charge, a true control freak.

I am now putty in her hands and do whatever it is she wants to do while I slowly feel her ass with my swollen dick.  After going over with me different ideas she has for a photo shoot tonight (lol – yes), she calmly says, “Okay, you can cum now.”

I came.