On our recent visit to my mother-in-law, Master and I took a day trip with our girl and his nephew to San Francisco. It is a favorite destination. The city is so lovely with older architecture and the steep precarious hills with the romantic cable cars going up and down. There is excellent shopping and delicious food to try everywhere you look. The streets of the city are lined with unique, interesting shops which beckon, and it seems to a visitor that there isn’t enough time to possibly see everything. I happen to enjoy cool weather so it is a treat to leave the torrid heat behind and be able to walk to our heart’s content.
One of the greatest wonders of the modern world must be the Golden Gate Bridge and I never tire of driving across it nor admiring it from whichever viewpoint happens to be available. Considering this was built in the 1930’s and is still one of the longest suspension bridges is remarkable. The cables are quite simply amazing. The bridge is painted its unique orange-red color annually. The work is begun at one end and it takes the entire year to complete, so when the painters finish they start over again.
We always eat Dim Sum in Chinatown when we visit. Dim Sum means “dumplings” but it is more than that. It’s traditionally served as brunch and women push carts laden with bamboo steamers from table to table so you may choose which dishes you desire. It is quite inexpensive unless you go to a high-end place. It’s fun to go in a group so you can try more items. Usually each steamer holds three to four of the same item. It’s mostly rice noodles wrapped around things such as shrimp, scallops, pork, etc. Often things such as cilantro, spinach, garlic, and more are added. There are literally hundreds to choose from at a good restaurant. Afterward, we wandered around Chinatown and found many intriguing shops. There are many stores which sell only tea. I wish I knew more about the science of brewing tea, because it is my favorite drink – hot or cold.
We found a souvenir shop where daughter wanted some t-shirts for her friends back home. Master found the box of ben wa balls you see above, and I knew we would have some fun upon our return home. So after we went to my mom’s to see her and get our two little dogs, and daughter went out with friends, the fun began. We already have two sets of these; one set of plain gold which is smaller, and another smaller set which are rubber coated, joined together and have a tag for easy removal. Master had great fun trying (and ultimately succeeding) in placing one inside me. It wasn’t pleasant but once inside I really couldn’t feel much of anything. They do make a very pleasant chiming sound, and I was hoping to hear/feel this inside, but I couldn’t.
Then He decided to fuck me while the ball was in my cunt. That was decidedly unpleasant (for me) although Master enjoyed it. He asked if I wanted to leave it in overnight, and although I really did not mind, in retrospect, it was wise to not do so! Master tried to remove it. Really, He did. He told me to bear down. He told me to push. He stuck His fingers inside but could not grasp the thing. Balls are slippery, you know, especially lubricated ones. We were at a loss. (Bear in mind, I never could push daughter out after 20+ hours of labor and 4 hours of pushing…)
I might remind you Master is a physician. He knows most people here in our small town medical community. He was displeased with Himself. He tried inserting a lubricated spoon, thinking to place it above the wretched ball and push it out. No go. I suggested the smaller of my kitchen tongs to possibly grab the thing…? Nope. At this point He said I was starting to bleed some. I tried pushing again and felt as if I were back in the L&D room 19 years ago. We were both perspiring profusely now. I suggested lying face down, placing my feet against a door frame for leverage and pushing. That didn’t work either. Then I had the brilliant idea of sitting on the toilet and pushing as if to have a bowel movement. Bingo! The pretty little ball popped out and landed in the bottom of the water (no poop…)
Master praised me to the heavens and apologized over and over. Needless to say, we will not be playing with balls again anytime soon!