Last Updated on 25 October, 2026 by Cara Sutra
Thursday 1 October
Kicking off Locktober with a massive orgasm without touching my clit, because I’m not in chastity for that, just completing a challenge. My fifth since this began early last month, and a little easier this time: pussy vibe inside, a huge realistic cock toy up my ass, some nipple play, legs firmly together. I filmed it and sent it to my husband for him to enjoy. I love having an audience, apparently.
Friday 2 October
Waking up with that Friday feeling, both holes having been stretched and used in the night. It started when he spooned me from behind and his hands came round to grope my tits and tweak my nipples. Then I felt his thick hardness between my thighs, nuzzling up and in, and he shoved inside me without further warning, using my body as his personal cock stroker, complete with big tit handles. We began in spoons and ended with me in downward doggy, face pushed into the mattress, wrists held in the small of my back, my pussy pounded until he flooded it. He didn’t pull out, and then used his cum-soaked cock to lube and open my tight ass, pushing slowly inside until he could fuck it, and came deeply there too. We lay a while, him on his back and satisfied, me face-down and collapsed, stretched and abused and filled and glowing. Eventually I cleaned up and came back for a proper cuddle, him holding my tits from behind as we slipped back to sleep.
Giving him his lunch break blowjob and accidentally making him cum non-stop for ages. I know I swallowed two separate loads, a lot of pushing my head completely down so it was right in my throat. So happy I can give him multiple orgasms with my tongue and throat.
Saturday 3 October
Had an orgasm for health reasons, doctor’s orders. I’m the doctor. Still keeping to my no-clit-orgasms challenge, and I’ve found a way to cum a lot easier than the whole overstuffed, sploshing setup it took at the start. Still takes anal, g-spot and nipple stim, but yay regardless.
Spent the afternoon snoozing with my head in his lap as he toyed with my body underneath the blanket. Too weak to fight him off, and didn’t want to.
Saturday 10 October
Despite everything this week, my sex drive remains ridiculously high and I just want to be fucking all the time. Which is difficult, for everyday practical reasons plus the fact it takes a certain amount of energy, in short supply right now. I need tying down and taking advantage of. For my own good.
Remember that big alien butt plug I bought only for pussy filling, because it’s so wide? Turns out if you’ve worked up with graduated toys, then lube up and sit down hard on it, it goes in. That was a surprise. Huge. Filling. Ridged. Twistable. Not the recommended way to get any anal toy inside, so don’t be trying that, but I got away with it this time, and almost instantly got off with it as well.
Sunday 11 October
Thanking him for fucking me. I needed it so much.
I think my favourite way to wake him up is by putting his cock in my mouth.
Things I love: when he fingers me like a bowling ball.
Monday 12 October
He likes when I need more sleep and stay in bed in the morning, because he comes back to bed after the early routine is done and snuggles me. We sleep like that together until I wake naturally.
Told my husband I was chilly and I’d have to start wearing underwear and proper clothes around the house. Never seen a man put the heating on so fast.
The hotness of having my hands otherwise completely occupied, washing up or pouring a drink, and that’s when his hands slip around me from behind and he lightly circles and tweaks my nipples in the most maddeningly arousing way. I think it’s the helplessness that makes me instantly desperate for him to bend me over and take me there and then. And the fact that he won’t, precisely because I’m so desperate for it, and enjoys laughing and wandering off nonchalantly instead, makes it all so much worse. Better.
Tuesday 13 October
Sometimes when he’s slamming into me from behind it’s like he’s trying to fuck my throat from the other side. I’m not aware of any physical connection, but when I’m intensely aroused I can feel it in my throat, like his fingers are curled around it in that tight grip, even when he isn’t holding me there. Perhaps my throat has been conditioned to respond.
After he fucked me last night, I was licking and sucking him clean as usual. When I came up to his embrace he said it was so relaxing he could almost fall asleep. I said I’d like to fall asleep sucking on him. He said go on then. It turns out it’s quite difficult to fall asleep with a mouth full of cock, even when it’s so relaxing. I will keep trying.
I want to be able to fall asleep on my back, which I never do. I’d love to be restrained like that, arms by my sides, each ankle spread and tied, and fall asleep, so that when he fucks my sleeping body I might not wake until he’s thrust fully inside me. Imagining waking like that, helpless and taken, is incredibly arousing.
Productive morning, if having loads of sex is productive. It is.
Being forced to hold his first load of cum in my closed mouth, not allowed to swallow until after he’s slammed his second load into my pussy from behind, was really quite something.
Typing this with sticky thighs. The best feeling. We’re really going at it a lot, even for us. Just took him a cup of tea in his office after a work call and ended up with his cock down my throat, but when he was about to cum he pushed me to hands and knees on the floor and topped up my pussy to overflowing. I love that I’ve been conditioned to immediately take his cock in my mouth after pussy sex, to lick and suck it clean, without even thinking about it now. Cum level just about optimal after three separate loads today. Only one more hole to fill. Anal is weird, it’s always YIKES at the thought and right at the start, then it changes into why am I always apprehensive about this, it’s amazing, slam me harder you bastard.
Wednesday 14 October
Didn’t manage the triple yesterday by finishing with anal, fell asleep instead. Him lubing up and slipping into my ass isn’t something I’ve been able to comfortably work into sleep, unlike pussy fucking, which is so much easier from the start. He doesn’t slip into my ass, it’s more: plenty of pre-arousal, lube, squeeze his tip just inside, pause so I can catch my breath, then continue extremely slowly. On reflection, an ass he could just slide into while I’m asleep probably wouldn’t be practical every day. Whoever designed these things needs to go back to the drawing board.
Lunch break mainly taken up with slut responsibilities: making sure I’m clean, smooth, and all playholes ready for his use at any time. Then sending him photos to prove it. Slipped in my biggest butt plug without permission, clearly visible in the spread shots. He was pleased I was keeping myself warmed and stretched for him. Turns out “later” wasn’t as later as I thought. He came to the lounge, had me kneel and suck his cock to full hardness, warmed up in my pussy, then removed the large plug and fucked my immediately ready ass, filling it. Then used his cum as lube to shove the plug back in without spilling a drop, and bent me over his lap for a sound spanking on top. Typing this with a glowing red ass, cum-filled, stretched and plugged. That’s how I’m eating lunch today.
I’m doing so well with my anal training. I can warm up with lube and fingers, add more to a realistic dildo, squeeze the tip in and slide down the rest no problem. It isn’t quite like him fucking my ass, but better than being empty, though honestly I’d rather be brutally slam-fucked and discarded like a cum-filled cock sleeve than comfortably plugged. A bit disappointed I still can’t get the dog cock in my ass, that bulging knot just won’t go no matter how warmed and lubed. One day. And what a glorious day that will be.
Friday 16 October
Not been fucked since the anal on the living room floor on Tuesday, which makes me a ravenous rampant slut today. Starting to look at everything in terms of how it’d feel inside me. Got clean in the shower, then had a plug buried in my ass for the rest of it. Switched to my beaded probe, the bulge by the base locking it in deep, and despite being pokey when I first got it, it feels deliciously comfortable now. Progress.
Been working this afternoon with both holes stuffed, topless with my huge heavy tits clamped and resting on the desk, because he’s evilly making me wait until later to be fucked and filled as I need. Every movement of my arms and body sends a surge of blinding need through me, throat to nipples to clit to my aching pussy, until it leaked out onto the towel I’d had to place underneath me.
Saturday 17 October
If you’re wondering whether he took pity and gave me the thorough fucking I spent all of yesterday desperate for, yes. I was saying goodnight to him in the lounge, hoping he’d come up and fuck me later, when instead he kissed me and I was between his legs, his cock growing in my mouth. I thought he might be mean and cum down my throat, but he pulled me up to straddle him on the sofa, his mouth on my previously clamped nipples, then physically lifted me and set me on the floor like positioning his sex doll, on all fours, and gave me the brutal slam-fucking I’d been desperate for, my sensitive nipples grazing the carpet beneath me. Eventually I could see again. He sent me up to bed after a brief spanking and a long kiss. Before sleep I slipped a medium plug in, as a cosy comfort this time, and invited him to take my pussy again in the night even if I was asleep. That’s how I came to wake around 6am with his urgently hard cock between my thighs, ending with me ass up, face pushed into the mattress, his hands holding me down by the neck as he pounded my extremely grateful pussy. What a start to the weekend.
How quickly do you think it takes a slut to get addicted to being deeply anally plugged at all possible times? the slut asked, deeply anally plugged yet again.
Saturday afternoon orgasm. They’re coming a little easier now, but also much harder, in the good and loud way, every time.
Sunday 18 October
Are fluffy onesies hot? Most people would say no. But when I wear the type with a two-way zip, and he pulls it up to open it just enough that my pussy is exposed beneath, and fucks me like that, as if I’m his fuckable teddy bear? Carefully zipping it closed afterwards, after he’s added his stuffing, a pat there for good measure. The sensation of the fabric on my hyper-sensitive nipples as I move around is intensely distracting. I’d been teasing him since I got up with words and photos, until he came and suckled on me for a while and then I suckled on him between his legs. His lunchtime amuse bouche is still coating my throat as I type this.
Monday 19 October
I thought I might get away with not being fucked again until today, but no. He came up to bed once I was already asleep last night, around midnight, and fucked me from behind. I’m his sleepytime cock pocket as well as his free use sex doll. He spread me, slipped it in, fucked and filled me, then set me aside. Him empty and satisfied, me sticky and full and used and satisfied.
Fuck, I love it when he pulls me in for a kiss by my nipples.
Tuesday 20 October
He’s making me wait again. I shouldn’t reveal when I’m this needy, I never learn. Can confirm that being kissed, spun around, bent over, roughly fingered and spanked, then told “off you go” as he pulls my dress back down after one final spank, doesn’t help matters at all.
After another day pent-up with need to be ravaged in all three holes, he didn’t wait until tonight after all, and I’m now sat on a towel with every hole used. He had me suck him first, so by the time he thrust into my slick pussy he was already close, meaning he gets the full duration but I get less time with his cock in me. The evil of it. Once he’d flooded my pussy I turned to suck him clean, conditioned as I am, but he wasn’t done. Pushed back down again, he ignored my pussy even as his cum seeped out, removed the large plug, and pushed into my conveniently ready ass, fucking it until I couldn’t see and filling it with another load. Then shoved the plug back in to cork his cum inside me. All holes used and abused, two full of his cum, throat battered, souvenir carpet burns on my elbows and knees. The best afternoon.
Wednesday 21 October
A bit of teasing before bed, but we both fell deeply asleep without further action after yesterday’s afternoon thrills. My injuries are healing, which is always a shame when they were caused by such intensely arousing events. I love the throb and ache of physical souvenirs alongside the memory. Today I am tired, wow, yesterday was wonderful but exhausting. I should rest. I NEED more bondage in my life. Tie me down all day and force me to rest and receive comfort. Torture.
Two truths and a lie: I was supposed to be trying my hardest to rest today. My watch tells me I’m on track to reach my activity goals. I have cum leaking from between my legs at 11am. Actually no lie detected, they’re all true.
It started with a message from him ordering me to bed. To rest, of course. Except he was there, in bed, beckoning me in with arms that said snuggle and an erection that said pleasure me with your mouth, you whore. That’s how I ended up with his hands holding my hair in a ponytail handle, my face forcefully bobbed up and down as he fucked my throat. Then riding him, his mouth on my swaying tits, before our favourite position, him delivering my first load directly on my cervix in downward doggy, my wrists held tight in the small of my back, my face pushed against the mattress, primal sounds coming from me I can’t recall. Then him holding both wrists above my head, using the cum seeping out of me as lube for an intense fingering. I tried not to buck and thrash. I failed. I’m a bad girl. I fail at resting. But I feel very relaxed, for being so used of a Wednesday morning.
Low on energy, high on cum.
Things I say as he’s about to cum in me: please fill me with cum, I’m your little sex doll.
Thursday 22 October
I can’t believe there was ever a time I hated how the spiky jets from the shower head assaulted my newly massive tits and sensitive nipples. I spend far too long in the shower these days.
I can almost get both nipples in my mouth at once. Used to be only one at a time. Not quite there yet. I’ll keep practising.
I’m a fierce advocate of sex toys and cocks not being rivals. That said, nothing seems to fit just right in my arse like cock.
Usually get a haircut this time of year, but as he likes it when it grows long enough to teasingly cover my nipples when I’m riding him like a Goddess, I’ll leave it.
Friday 23 October
I love it when he gets into bed at night and selfishly wakes me up with his demanding cock. The sensation of waking at his hard cock pushing into my pussy is one of life’s greatest pleasures. A Snoozeband makes a wonderful makeshift blindfold, and last night, with total darkness and all hearing gone to the playlist, it made it so much more wonderfully invasive when he entered me, asleep, and fucked me like that until he came. His helpless, sleepy, deaf, blindfolded sex toy. Letting me fall asleep first and pushing into me only then, sense deprived, was perfection. Because I’m a filthy whore I’d started to imagine it could be any stranger who’d entered the room. But what was surprisingly hot was realising that he knows my body so intimately, and I know his ways so well, that even without sight and sound I knew it was him. I can tell his handling of me. Confidently rough and dismissive, with underlying care.
I so wish I could have his cum on or in me at all times. Knowing it’s right where he splattered it on my cervix, feeling it leaking out, making my inner thighs sticky as I move. Or sealed deep in my arse with the biggest plug I can take. Or coating me somewhere, over my held-up tits, left there to get cold and tacky, not allowed to sit up until he knows it’ll stay in place when I dress over it. That transformation from heat and sex into being used, dismissed and left to wallow in the cold degradation for the rest of the day. I might be ever so slightly distracted this morning.
Should I be concerned that the two not-exactly-small toys plugging my pussy and rear are lodged so deeply, but so comfortably, they almost feel like part of me now? That every small movement causes a ripple of arousal blossoming up from deep inside where the two toys are headbutting each other through a thin, responsive wall, flowing out through my clit, stomach, nipples, throat and scalp, and it feels entirely normal and right?
Every so often I tell myself I’m going to be demure, coquettish and shy, and entice him to build up such want for me that he has to pounce on me. But then I forget to do the first bit. I sent him this and he replied, “instead you’re going for needy sex kitten”.
Sometimes I wish I was one of those women with always perfectly manicured nails. Then I remember how much I enjoy clawing at the sheets like a rutting animal. Guess my nails, like the rest of me, will remain fucked.
Saturday 24 October
Woken up at midnight with an intense fucking again, two nights in a row. He slipped into my pussy embarrassingly easily, as I’m wet and ready for him even when asleep now. Lazily fucked me for a while, enjoying my grippy, cock-milking tightness as he describes it, and I expected him to fill me and hold me as we fell back asleep. Instead he was just using my pussy as a cock-lubricator for the anal pounding he ended up giving me. Nothing wakes you up quite as fully. I fell asleep again, arse full of his cum, him spooning me from behind, his hands teasing my tits.
Snuggly Saturday teddy bear, stuffed full in the rear. Why is it so intensely erotic when he’s feeling me up through the slightly opened zips of this onesie? Same category of hotness as when I’m fully dressed, especially in stockings and suspenders, when he pulls my G-string to one side to fuck me, then pulls it back over my cream-filled pussy, pulls my skirt down, and pats my behind to send me on my way.
He saw the effect my outfit was having online and was motivated to feed me my dinner early. A large helping, by mouth, pinned down and force fed. Me and my onesie are a hot mess, but my sticky throat and full tummy feel so good.
Sunday 25 October
Feeling very loved, used and contented this morning. Last night I didn’t know if he’d want to fill me again after I’d sucked him off early evening, so I messaged him about my craving for more of his cum, telling him I’d have the total-blackout Snoozeband on again with earplugs underneath, totally deaf and blind and vulnerable to being completely taken advantage of, and the large plug still filling my arse. He replied that he was recharged, but would see what he felt like. Maybe in the night, maybe in the morning. I was fast asleep when he entered the room, and the first thing I knew was his hands on my tits from behind. When he touches my nipples it’s like electrosex pads with the dials turned up, somehow connected to my clit, which roars awake and screams for the satisfaction that won’t come until January. He molested me in the eerily silent blackness for I don’t know how long, drifting in and out of sleep as if drugged into a compliant plaything, until his hard cock was pushed into me and he fucked me until he delivered the sticky warmth that soothes me to sleep. I slept with the large plug in, sense-deprived, tangled and satisfied. This morning, up at 6am, remembering the clocks went back, an extra hour. What else is a girl to do with it but play with her husband’s cock and balls, then follow teasing fingers with teasing tongue, until I straddled him and my cock-milking pussy drained another sticky orgasm out of him, a top-up to the load from a few hours before. Left him to a lazy lie-in. Sat on a towel now, drinking my coffee. I do love to start the day re-energised by coffee and cum.
Shower time. Conflicting feels. Love being fresh and clean, but hate washing what’s left of his cum from off and in me. A sense of loss.
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