It’s been a while, but I’ve been busy behind the scenes—building my own DIY power tool sex toys, to reveal just of my recent secret obsessions.
The battery should finally get here tomorrow, and I’m SO excited to test my submission against it! How close will my partner get to the supposed 3,200 strokes per minute, and for how long before I’m squirting and thrashing and spasming in a climax so kinetic and wild that he has to pull the toy back from ground zero (my pussy) to protect our new toy from being broken by me—or vice versa!
Last time with our test tool he never got past half speed, he thinks, and only for short bursts and longer rests (it was a very cautious test), totalling maybe a few minutes, and even then I was so shattered by the on-rolling orgasm that I had to go to bed despite that being the night’s theoretical opener!
That toy had such a diabolically sensitive “variable” speed trigger control, that it was nearly impossible not to jump from zero to 1,000 or so frighteningly loud strokes per minute. Luckily, his mouth and my doki-doki level of excitement (A sort of thrilling terror that in my mind is what BASE jumping is like) meant I was naturally soaking wet and I was also drenched in lube, so although it was way more aggressive than either of expected, it was like an orgasm on switch. The only pain I got was a serious ab-cramp a few seconds after the orgasm aftershocks finally died down.
This new one is smaller; lighter; faster; and quieter. Critically, it is supposed to be far easier to control. My understanding is that the slower you start, and the more gradually you turn the speed up, the longer you can stand it, and the higher you can turn it up before you lose your mind. Boiling the metaphorical frog, right? In one of my favorite clips I’ve seen with toys like this, the recipients is happy but also nearly weeping she’s come so long and hard.
In another, the woman is clearly so dazed that she can’t really talk. It goes on long enough that her husband juuuust starts to freak out a little, but just then she laughs shakily, and says that she was so absorbed in the rising bliss that it didn’t occur to her to ask for a break until she couldn’t put the words together. They decide that he’ll risk doing too many check-ins until they can get her to that nonverbal state on purpose instead of accidentally!
The crazy thing is that even though is is a good, high-end tool, it and the battery and charger and adapters and weird alien egg sacs and demon penises cost about as much as maybe* 3 luxury sex toys at, say Lelo spendy level, and less than two if we’re talking the top of the Womanizer or We-Vibe lines. And I’ll have to leave this thing to someone on my will—with the right saw blades in, you can use it cut metal pipes—whereas except for my classic hitachi magic wands my toys with moving parts tend to die or break in six months or, often, far less. My thighs and pussy are monstrously strong ☺️
l’m so excited to try it out this weekend! I’ll report back with pics/clips once I recover!
(No metaphorical frogs or actual hotwives were harmed in the making of this blog post.)