Fisting

“An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words;
it feels like music.”

Fisting is an extraordinary and intensely intimate experience and more often than not, has a significant, ritualistic effect upon both giver and receiver.

An ecstatic energy cannot be quickly forced and it cannot be achieved without complete trust and correct practice. The vulnerable, delicate nature of the anal lining must be treated with absolute respect and the sphincter must be coaxed ever so gently to comply.

I relish the slow, sensuous build up as I feel My slave or sub gradually opening up, inviting Me to explore and stimulate with more than just a finger or two. It almost becomes dance like as the rhythm of My hand and the relaxation of My slave's sphincter muscle, synchronise in tangent until I get all My fingers to slide exquisitely into the now, more willing orifice.

Still another stage to reach but that end is in sight. No need to rush as that will only kill the the sublime crescendo building up to this point. A little more caressing and I feel My hand with each gentle thrust slipping further into oblivion. Muscles move in contradiction, wanting to prevent yet allow, full access at the same time until eventually the sphincter finally relents, loosens completely, and My hand is sucked in by an involuntary contraction. What a divine moment!

At this point, an ineffable ecstasy has been reached and every twitch or movement of My closed fist inside, forces utterances of overpowering delight. The feeling is now a finely orchestrated series of sensations, so intimate and so deep within, that the intensity can be overwhelmingly profound and indescribable.

The brink of orgasm is kept exquisitely on edge until I feel the pressure of contractions repeatedly squeezing My fist in an explosive and inevitable finale far beyond My control.