Review: Babeland Anal Beads

I suppose this won’t be a regular review but instead a story of how I spent my afternoon. I was feeling horny, MasterDoc was feeling tired, but he did feel a bit like beating me. I wasn’t sure if he was going to feel up for it though. We cuddled in bed for a while before he said, “Get the lube, anal beads, your collar and the nea.” Yes, Sir!

I’ve had the beads for a little while now, but they’ve been hanging about unused. I could have used them by myself but isn’t it much more fun to use such a thing with a lover? I was getting antsy to use them (just like the underbed restraints) since I’m super conscientious about getting my reviews done. But of course I had to wait until MasterDoc felt like using them. The restraints wait to be tested (but PantheraPardus reviewed them well, so I’m keen to use ‘em) but the anal beads have now been used.

He didn’t lead off with them, he played with the nea on my nipples a little bit. Then he grabbed the beads and an idea came to him – use it as a whip. Yikes. That thing fucking stings on your breasts. A short while later, I found out that it stings like a motherfucker on your ass as well. Babeland, I wish you had told me that it had a dual use! Now MasterDoc has another impact toy to torture me with. (I kinda hate it but kinda don’t mind it at the same time. Masochism is a funny thing.)

He spanked me, paddled me, whipped me with the beads. My ass was sore and I’m sure red. Then he tells me to use the nea on myself as he goes off into the next room. He gets the floggers and starts whipping my ass. Pain, pain, pain. I think the beads left me more sensitive because they stung so much. He had me raise my front end up a bit, so that my back was further up, and he went to town flogging my upper back. Thankfully he didn’t use the beads on my upper back.

I got quite a spanking. When my knees got tired, he had me lay on my back. “Look at me,” he said and I looked him in the eye as he flogged my thighs. He slapped them a bit, which actually hurt worse than the flogger. He had me put my arms over my head so he could flog my breasts. The flogger stung when he would happen to hit a nipple. He had me get up on my knees again.

Oh, um, I was going to talk about anal beads wasn’t I? I’m getting to that.

He lubes up my asshole and starts to insert the beads. The very end is really tiny and feels like a tickle, but the beads gradually get larger and he had to push gently to get the larger ones in. Since the thing is about a foot long, I imagined not all of it going in, but MasterDoc assures me that it all went in. He jiggled them a bit, slid them out, slid them back in again. At times it felt like the bigger beads were too much. But then it would feel absolutely divine. When in motion it stimulated my ass, when stationary I felt filled. (The beads are thermo plastic rubber, which apparently has no phthalates. They were easy to clean. I assume since Babeland is selling them that the material won’t harbor bacteria like the plastic toys of old.)

He removed them. I was really wet by this time from the spanking and beads. He had me suck his cock for a while to get it nice and hard. I was told that if I got it nice and hard that maybe he’d fuck me with it. Rowr. I had been hoping for that all day. I got it hard and he had me put the condom on and get on top. I rode him, him thrusting up into me. I was moaning and gasping, nearly to the point of asking for permission to come when he says that delightful word to me, “Come.” I came and came, he spanked me, twisted my nipples and other delightfully awful things to me as I came. I came again. Finally, he said, “That’s enough for you young lady.” I sat on his cock for a little while, brushed the hair out of my face and stroked his chest.

As we lay next to each other after, he asked me if I’m a lucky girl. I responded with the “correct” response, “Yes, Sir, I am a very lucky girl.” He chuckled and said that he should ask that again when I didn’t have the collar on. He did ask me and I gave the same response, he seemed satisfied by that. It’s funny how during a spanking it hurts like the dickens, but after the after-spanking sex I’m just so happy that the pain totally fades away. Ah, orgasms and endorphins. Gotta love ‘em.