This turned out to be a nice weekend for retracing some ground. I had been thinking about how much fun it had been early on when we experimented with Ben-Wa balls. They really aren't all that effective if used as advertised - so we had to do considerable research with them. After trying multiple combinations of four different sizes we found certain combinations that we liked. But the most erotic aspect of all is making Carly wear them out of the house. We retraced some of those steps this weekend as we drove to various locations.

I orgasm when he sticks them in me. It's like being fucked by multiple cocks pushing inside me, one after another - and I cum - especially when the larger ones are inserted.

Our first outside venture was to a party. I had Carly wear 8 small balls for the drive up and for the rest of the night.

I like the feel of the small balls when driving because I can feel them move inside me as the car bounces over the expansion joints in the elevated highway.

The next night Carly had gotten us a nice room at an inn a couple hours away. For this trip I made her wear 6 medium sized chime balls. I say made her wear because she did everything she could to finagle out of wearing them. I finally had to order her to wear them.

I like the medium ones best because they stay in easier than the small ones and come out easier than the large ones.

I loved the room as soon we entered - it had a beautiful four post bed that was perfect for bondage.

I interrupted Carly's habitual nesting activities to pull her to the floor and fasten her to the foot of the bed as I unpacked - rope first of course.

Of all the positions we were to do this weekend, I liked this one the best.

At first I was just stowed there like a piece of his luggage. But when he started to put the rope around my tits he was very rough and forceful. He tugged at me and pulled me. He tied me hard and fast - he was very much in control. I was vulnerable, but I wasn't scared - nothing was at risk. I felt like property. It was very erotic.

We went out for dinner. It was time for the large size chime balls - four of them, with a butt plug thrown in for good measure.

I'm rarely aware of the large ones until they start to come out. They can hide themselves for hours or even days inside my cunt.

It was time for some torture. For some time now I had been looking for the opportunity to see how her wooden cuffs would work if used on a rack, and this room had provided the perfect "test bed".

My wrists felt intense pressure as my bones pressed hard against the surfaces of my wooden restraints. To relive the stress I used my shoulders to adjust the angles on my wrists in the cuffs. My choice reduced the fear of damage to my wrists, but introduced neck pain and tension in my shoulders.

In return for the relief I felt, he tightened the rack. As he stretched me I once again felt the stress on my wrists. I had no movement left and I resolved myself to the suffering that he had intended for me all along.

There was nothing left but the pain. There is absolutely no give.

I tried as best I could to muffle my screams, but eventually I could only beg for release. I started to thrash which only hurt more. Fortunately he told me to settle down and take my pain because it was very destructive behavior. I stopped. I guess I was succumbing to the intolerability of my situation.

When I felt she could take no more I loosened the tension on the rack, but did not release her. If I were to take on the role of sadist - I at least wanted my reward.

I suppose there are some uses for the rack that are not pure torture.

The neck rope was very scary. At first I was able to relieve the pressure by pulling up on the ropes - a technique he denied me as he tied my wrists in front of me and pulled them downward toward the foot of the bed.

I was now forced to choose between the least harmful consequence. I chose to suffer the increasing cramping in my knees and legs as I rose up to lessen the grip of the ropes constricting my neck. I could not relieve the stress in my legs and knees because the ropes held my ankles in position.

Eventually I tensed up. I cried and begged to be let out knowing that I would do anything he asked of me in exchange for my release.

And she did.

We extended our check out till very late in the afternoon. We relaxed and she continued to feel me up. During one sexual encounter we were both quiet. In one of those rare movie-like moments we both climaxed simultaneously - but to our own separate fantasies. She climaxed again as she related hers to me. I kept mine to myself.

By now I was so horny I had to ask him to brutalize my tits. He was nice enough to comply.

We eventually checked out. For the trip home it was time for the giant size balls. She was used to wearing them again now so she didn't complain. We even stopped off for dinner on the way home.

Some of the balls have chimes inside them. It's odd that you can't hear the chimes when they are inside me, but it still makes me anxious that somehow people around will hear them and know my secret. Occasionally we are very pleasantly surprised to hear them when Craig fucks me.

After we returned from dinner we were vegging out, recapping our weekend as usual, when I realized that we were beginning to repeat ourselves in our conversation. So I took out our blue ball gag and gagged her mid sentence. I pulled it in real tight. The next couple of hours were delightful as I watched her sit there in silence and listened to tunes.

She continued to feel me up as usual (without the benefit of her mouth of course) as we enjoyed the night.

We had little to do the next day, so we stayed up late as she continued her erotic manipulations of my body.

As dawn approached, I felt her hands deserved some well earned rest so I told her that she could sleep in her yoke. I locked her head and wrists into her most comfortable yoke and we retired.

I didn't want to do it.

I protested.

It didn't do any good.

I don't know whether it was from exhaustion, relieved sexual tension or what, but sleeping in the yoke wasn't that bad. I was scared at first, but comforted by the fact that he was right next to me as I drifted off to sleep.

After I released her she climbed on top of me and started fucking. She said "I want you to make me do things I don't want to do" as she had a huge orgasm.

As I prepared to leave for my trip home I decided that she needed to use the Ben-Wa balls one more time so I laid her on the bed and packed her with them. She came several times as I pushed more and more of them inside her. I mixed the sizes as I stuffed them into her cunt using my fingers, forcing them further and further inside her. Packing her was an enjoyable challenge. I watched her come and squirm as I felt them clack against one another as they nested themselves deep inside her. It must have filled her up as I managed to get all but two of them inside her.

It hurts a bit when he packs me and the large cool steel balls force their way inside. I sometimes anticipate the discomfort of being stretched as if I were being overpowered by an aggressive lover.

I left satisfied that it would be a while before all of them came out.