VibeReview Fantasy: Bendybeads

You know my libido has been on vacation because until last Wednesday or so, whenever I tried to create the fantasy that follows this review using a real-life occurrence as a starting point, I got nothing. Just...blankness.

But my deviant imagination has returned, which is a good thing because Bendybeads scream out for a good pervert. Indeed my reviews so far have been a bit vagina-centric for my particular flavor of kinkiness. I mean, we are spankos, are we not? We are all about the ass. And Bendybeads too, are all about the ass.

And boy are they yummy in the ass.

Now, if you're not familiar with anal beads, they are usually plastic balls attached together by a string that are pushed into and pulled out of the anus (along with, like anything else involving the anus, lots of lube). However in more recent years there have been some innovations in the anal beads concept, such as replacing the string (which is impossible to sanitize) with jelly or plastic, or making the whole thing a bit more substantial like a butt plug. Indeed one of the early butt plugs I bought was a jelly one fashioned in graduated, bead-like fashion, similar to the Spectra Probe at VibeRevew (which is what A. used in me for real, inspiring the fantasy below).

I have to say, Bendybeads are a major improvement to Spectra-like bead-plugs. I'm more a sphincter stimulation sorta gal rather than in love with the fullness of a plug and Bendybeads are much easier to push in and pull out of the ass than a plug. They have this lovely little hook at the end which facilitates that sort of activity. The largest of the balls is comfortable enough, i.e. not painfully large, and all balls stay put even with a lot of lube. It is a bit on the long side (indeed too long for my naughty box), but I could still sit comfortably (relatively speaking) with it in. Best of all, it is made out of phtalate-free silicone, which is safer and more hygienic as it can be cleaned easier.

I used mine one night with my wankin' spankin' tool and my Silver Bullet vibrator and had one of the most amazing orgasms I have ever had. No joke. :::Happy sigh::: Ah, that was a nice night....

But when A. returns in a couple of weeks (two weeks from today to be exact), I imagine my Bendybeads being used in the following fashion:

It will be one of my good days, where I'm strong enough to reassert some sort of dominion over the kitchen by washing the dishes. As I find satisfaction in wiping every spot from the glasses and every slick of grease from the plastic containers, A. comes up behind me and begins to grope my tits. Soon his right hand slides down to my ass. He caresses and fondles my fatty cheeks before delivering several sharp blows. Slips his hand down my pajama bottoms and fondles some more. Pulls it out, wraps it around my belly, and with both hands clutching me, dry humps me from behind.

"Keep washing the dishes," he orders before disappearing. Upon returning a few minutes later, he whisks down my pajama bottoms while I hold a sudsy plate. "Let's get these down," in a voice mixing the authoritarian and the lecherous. Next I feel an oozy finger probing my hole. I look down to my right and see the Bendybeads in his hand.

"No! No! Not my bummy hole!" I exclaim with mock consternation, jolting my hand down to cover my bottom.

"Excuse me? That is not yours to decide." It's all authoritarian now. Sharp and impatient. "Spread your legs, please. Ass out."

I obey immediately, albeit with a whimper. I always whimper when my anus is involved. There's something about it being probed and entered that makes me feel so small. Naughty. Violated. Exposed. And terribly aroused.

"Continue washing the dishes, please," he states while smearing a glob of icy toothpaste on my hole. My whimpering becomes prolonged.

"Yes, Sir." I haltingly return my attention to the plate that has sunk to the bottom of the sink. Rinse it off and pick up another dirty plate, letting out a squeak as I feel the first of the Bendybeads pass through my sphincter. And another squeak with each one after that. After every red silicone bead has entered my bum, he swishes them around (making my anus burn even more from the toothpaste) and then begins to pull them out. Then back in. Then back out.

It's hard to wash dishes when your pelvis is thrusting back and forth. But thankfully, the last glass is finally dripping in the dish drainer.

"Don't move," A. orders. He snatches the hard plastic spatula from the jar on the stove and rapidly slaps the flesh on each side of the Bendybeads. I squirm about in an absurd attempt to avoid the inevitable unyielding plastic stinging my skin.

Just when I think I just can't possibly take another stroke, A. puts the spatula down. Grabs a clump of my hair and pulls me into the bed/livingroom. Pushes me down onto my stomach on the bed.

"Push your ass up."

I obey directly. He pulls out a bead or two. Pushes them back in. Picks up the electric cord flogger (aka the wankin' spankin' tool) and whips me as I scream into my pillow. After a few moments, he stops. Puts on a condom. Takes out the Bendybeads. And fucks my ass silly...

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Probably a bit rougher than what I could manage in real life, but at the very least, it makes great wank fodder. :::grin:::

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