Girl on the Net

The fuckstick makes him feel powerful, he tells me. A fuckstick, in case you were wondering, is quite literally a dildo on a stick – a fat blue silicone cock moulded, in this case, onto just over a metre of solid wooden handle, with a leather grip at the other end. Thanks to my site sponsors Godemiche for sending me this wand of wonder. It’s a sex toy that invites dominance. It oozes power. The very act of holding it makes his lip curl upwards in a dominant sneer, and allows him the confidence to issue me strict instructions: “Bend over.”

He has me bent over the arm of the sofa at first. Cunt spread ready to take the fuckstick.

Spitting on his fingers, he shoves them inside me and tells me all the things my submissive, eager brain wants to hear: “You’re a filthy girl. You want to be punished, don’t you? You want me to fuck you with this.”

There are question marks peppered throughout his talk, but they aren’t really questions. Yes, I am filthy. Yes, I do want to be punished. And yes, the whole reason why I hunted down and acquired a dick on a stick was so he could pound me with a detached air of superiority while I squealed and writhed and begged him for more.

He begins by making sure I am dripping wet. The dildo is pretty thick, and he wants to make sure that he can fuck me vigorously with it. That, I suspect, is the point of his warm-up chatter: he knows nothing will get me wetter more swiftly than hearing him call me a filthy girl, and talk about fucking-as-punishment.

Next step, he’s testing out angles: holding the stick in both hands and ordering me still as he works out which way to penetrate me. Pressing the tip of the dildo against the slick entrance to my cunt and making me beg for it before he slides it in.

He’s enjoying this already, and I haven’t even squealed yet.

Dildo on a stick: what does it feel like?

When he pushes it into me, my eyes widen involuntarily. I bite down on one of the pillows left strewn on the sofa: it’s big. Not unmanageably big, just big enough and firm enough that it comes as a surprise. And long enough that the end, when he pushes it hard into me, hits the back wall of my eager cunt.

I yelp and put one hand back, to say ‘slow down,’ and he laughs.

“Too much for you?”

“No.”

It is, really, but I don’t want him to know that. It’s too much for me right now, I just need more of a warm-up.

He switches to short strokes: with just one hand on the stick and the other resting on my arse. Spreading my cheeks slightly so he can watch the thick silicone slide in and slide back out again, dripping.

The ridge at the head of the silicone cock gets me in just the right place, and I whimper and push back, to indicate ‘more.’

He obliges, and in between harsh slaps on my arse, he uses the fuckstick to pound me harder, faster. Orchestrating a building crescendo of whimpers and squeals as I bury my face in the cushion, bite the fabric and wallow in the sensation of being a cock-hungry, dirty little bitch.

It’s too intense, this: I will not come from this rapid fucking. But I think that makes it all the hotter. Though I’ve spent months begging to be fucked with a dick on a stick, I never considered whether the act itself would make me orgasm. It’s not about the orgasm, it’s about the humiliation. Being treated as something to be used and abused, instead of someone to be pleasured.

At one point, I ask him to fuck me with his cock as well. It’s too much, but I still want more.

He squeezes himself into my cunt alongside the dildo, and gives a few firm, slow thrusts. I feel like I’m going to split open. I feel used and disgusting. I feel good.

We do this for a little while: me staying as still as I can, feeling stretched and humiliated, while he fucks me gently with the dick on a stick. He can feel the ridges in the silicone rubbing against his cock, and he twitches inside me.

But this isn’t what he wants, so he withdraws. Pausing for a second while he considers his next move.

How does the fuckstick make you feel?

I don’t know this in the moment, but he updates me later: the dildo on a stick makes him feel powerful. He likes the satisfaction of holding it in his hands, of fucking me relentlessly. The stick, he explains, means he can get a better angle and grip on the dildo. Not like when he hand-fucks me with fat dildos gripped only in his fists: that’s fun, sure, but having to keep a grip on the base means it’s not as easy to pound me vigorously. Swiftly.

What’s more, the stick gives him distance. He feels detached, and therefore more capable of cruelty.

He turns round, facing my feet, and straddles my back. I’m bent over the sofa with my face in the cushions, he’s facing the opposite direction – legs either side of my naked arse, feet planted firmly on the floor, fuckstick in his hands as he plunges the dildo downwards into my cunt.

Ouch. Fuck. Yes. No. Yes.

It’s dispassionate. Intense. Aggressive and dismissive at the same time. Straddling my back, with a view of just my spread-wide cunt and arse, it’s like I am no longer a person – just a hole.

I wriggle beneath him and he slaps me, ordering me to keep still while he uses two hands on the fuckstick to pound me into a frenzy of whimpering – directly on the border between pleasure and pain.

The beauty of this implement isn’t just that it allows him access to angles he didn’t have before, nor even that it gives him the grip to be able to fuck me harder, for longer, than he would with a standard dildo. It’s more about the atmosphere of it. The instant acquisition of power.

The same way a crown and sceptre would make him stand up straighter and issue commands with an instinctive understanding that he had authority now, so the fuckstick gives him permission – and power – to hurt me in the ways I want him to.

“Stand up,” he orders, “spread your legs and put your back to the wall.”

Naked and vulnerable, I’m still trembling slightly when he props the stick against the floor, and pushes the dildo inside me until I’m standing on tiptoes. My cunt is bruised now and I know if I wobble the silicone cock will disappear inside me. Every muscle in my legs is tense to avoid it going too deep.

“Don’t move,” he says as he pinches my nipples. Trembling doesn’t count as moving… right?

He keeps me like this for a short while – just enough time that I worry I’m going to fail and fall – before ordering me to turn and face the wall. With the dildo propped inside my cunt, and my arse pushed out and presented for him, he smacks me with his bare hands, and yanks my hair.

As my arse is red and stinging, and the backs of my thighs tremble from staying on tiptoe, he gently grabs the stick and finishes off with a burst of swift, vicious thrusts.

I do not come: of course I don’t. This isn’t that kind of fuck.

When he’s finished toying with me, he holds the fuckstick in one hand like a staff, and makes me kneel in front of him.

“Clean yourself off my cock,” he says “and maybe later I’ll fuck you again.”

Want to buy a dildo on a stick?

I cannot express enough how grateful I am to Godemiche for sending me a dildo on a stick. They don’t even sell them on the site, they just had a few lying around the place (as you do) and I begged with fluttering eyelashes to be allowed to try one out. If you’d like a fuckstick of your own, drop them a message and they may be able to oblige, but no promises as I haven’t yet heard back from them about whether they’ll make any more. Meanwhile, though, you can pick up any of their beautiful, colourful sex toys with 10% off if you use the code GotnShop. 

I’m putting an actual photo of the dildo on a stick right at the end of the post, because honestly I am so utterly, appallingly, tediously crap at taking pictures that none of my photos will do justice to it. In fact, I almost didn’t post any pictures at all because the ones I took were all so bad. I have no idea how photographers do it, but this should give you a vague idea of scale, even though it is woefully terrible at showing you how pretty and cool this thing is.