Part 2

Holding the cheeks of my bottom wide open, my step dad would ever so gently touch the cool end of the small probe to my bare and highly stimulated opening...a preview, and then I would feel it. The sensation of having the narrow tip of this probe applied to my previously stimulated opening is perhaps beyond words. The overwhelming rush of pleasure, the combination of gentleness, eroticism, submission, sensation, hunger and embarrassment that all rushed in to me at once...I have yet to encounter it again.
I felt my breath catch in my throat and my heart stop, and for some reason I always became acutely aware of my toes curling in response to this small cool object resting at the exact center of my most private opening.
The thin probe was pushed ever so gently into my being, my step father seeming to take forever, but still, sliding it in further than I ever felt ready for.
My eyes would literally tear at the pleasurable sensations, that wicked combination of humiliation and overwhelming physical sensations.
Only after the plug had been inserted about three inches did my step dad finally release His grip on my bottom cheeks, thus allowing them to close back into their original position, my bottom cheeks putting light pressure on the wedge shaped
end of the small plug.
His hand would lightly cup my bottom cheeks, two fingers resting between and wiggling the plug slightly as it rest snugly in my bottom. I lay in almost motionless, but, in sensual abandonment, and of course mildly embarrassed by the intimacy of the act.
But, and this is what my step father knew, the weakness He could see in my response...all my perceptions of humiliation were always, sooner or later, but always eventually, overpowered by feelings of blissful submission and pleasure as I sank further and further in to a very private space.
My step dad would lay His hand on my bare bottom, and I would shiver in the warmth and glow of this act. Five to ten minutes, that's what it usually was. It went by too quickly, that feeling...always too soon, I would feel His hand leave my bottom
and grasp the end of the plug and very very slowly remove it. My bottom cheeks were never parted for this portion of the procedure, because I think my step dad knew it felt better to have the slippery probe rubbed against the insides of my bare bottom cheeks.
Not every time, but occasionally, He would twist the plug back and forth a little, ever so slightly as it was slowly withdrawn, the exquisite sensation giving me goosebumps on my bottom and the back of my legs that no doubt he could see. I always
wanted something more by then, to have the feeling
extended, or more intense, or deeper, or faster...or something, but not to end. I was ready to give myself completely to this man...to let my step dad have more of me...to
surrender more competly...but..not to stop when I was right at that edge, waiting for the next wave of sensation to move me a little higher. When I was like this my step dad, he had me, standing on the edge and waiting for his push, hungry for the next fix. And like a good pusher, my step dad..he always gave me just enough but not enough, kept me hungry for more, even as I didn't want to want more.
So, then, the void...emptiness..the feelings of utter helplessness again as my step father concluded his little ritual. He would pat my bottom cheeks and it ended.
It was all right, though. I lay wrapped in my blanket of warm submission and the feeling of love that comes from giving someone so special to you a unique gift. There would be another day with my step dad. Sometime, after a shower, maybe, when my step dad sees me in my tight jeans...clean and fresh...he may ask me again to go in to the bed room and close the drapes and light a small candle. And, I will know and I will do that for him. I will lower my jeans and lay stomach down over this pillow for my step dad...this wonderful kind gentle man who means the world to me...and I will give him this little gift from me...my embarrassed look and weak excuses concealing the little electrical jolt that will no doubt start to buzz somewhere very deep in my being.
Mr. Stefens.