A.A. Milne and labia torture

Posted on | October 19, 2011 | 9 Comments |

What does one have to do with the other? Well, when I was eight I memorised a poem for a class competition (and I won a book – I have always loved owning my own books, so it was a good incentive). The poem was an A.A. Milne one – and I memorised it well, so I’ve been able to recall it ever since.

Which is very handy if you’re being told to recite a poem whilst your inner labia are being pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, and otherwise tormented. A poem that you can remember – one that you can belt out the first verse of, albeit somewhat raggedly and with the occasional additional interjected swear word – is an extremely useful thing to have.

But no way in fucking hell was I going to recite the rest of the verses. (I’d recited the entire poem just to prove that I could, earlier that evening.) I wanted my orgasm, dammit!

You got the audio tease and the happy-afterglow photo on Sunday. Here’s how it all happened, with thanks to Hylas for the torment and Kiana for the videoing:

And what was the poem? Can you tell from my yelps?



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9 Responses to “A.A. Milne and labia torture”

  1. Kazigrrl
    October 19th, 2011 @ 2:40 pm

    James James
    Morrison Morrison
    Weatherby George Dupree
    Took great
    Care of his Mother,
    Though he was only three.
    James James Said to his Mother,
    “Mother,” he said, said he;
    “You must never go down
    to the end of the town,
    if you don’t go down with me.”

    James James
    Morrison’s Mother
    Put on a golden gown.
    James James Morrison’s Mother
    Drove to the end of the town.
    James James Morrison’s Mother
    Said to herself, said she:
    “I can get right down
    to the end of the town
    and be back in time for tea.”

    King John
    Put up a notice,

    James James
    Morrison Morrison
    (Commonly known as Jim)
    Told his
    Other relations
    Not to go blaming him.
    James James
    Said to his Mother,
    “Mother,” he said, said he:
    “You must never go down to the end of the town
    without consulting me.”

    James James
    Morrison’s mother
    Hasn’t been heard of since.
    King John said he was sorry,
    So did the Queen and Prince.
    King John
    (Somebody told me)
    Said to a man he knew:
    If people go down to the end of the town, well,
    what can anyone do?”

    (Now then, very softly)
    W.G.Du P.
    Took great
    C/O his M*****
    Though he was only 3.
    J.J. said to his M*****
    “M*****,” he said, said he:

    no, I didn’t have that memorised… but I did remember it, and went to look it up LOL

  2. Huff
    October 19th, 2011 @ 4:45 pm

    I’ve never heard that poem before but I know what I’ll be thinking about the next time I do. 😉

  3. Dee
    October 19th, 2011 @ 5:10 pm

    Kazi – That’s the one!

    Huff – You’ll love the title… it’s called ‘Disobedience’ :)

    xx Dee

  4. Molly
    October 19th, 2011 @ 9:39 pm

    Seems the poem has a very fitting title eh Dee 😉

    Brilliant clip…I love it all, the begging, the laughing and of course the cumming.


  5. Dangerous Lilly
    October 20th, 2011 @ 3:12 am

    He just had NO sympathy for you, did he? All that laughing. Sadist, I tell you.

    Dee you damn near sounded possessed LOL.

    A. A. Milne? The same guy who wrote Winnie the Pooh?? What an odd little poem. My favorites to memorize as a kid came from the Shel Silverstein books. Like this one:

    There’s a Polar Bear
    In our Frigidaire–
    He likes it ’cause it’s cold in there.
    With his seat in the meat
    And his face in the fish
    And his big hairy paws
    In the buttery dish,
    He’s nibbling the noodles,
    He’s munching the rice,
    He’s slurping the soda,
    He’s licking the ice.
    And he lets out a roar
    If you open the door.
    And it gives me a scare
    To know he’s in there–
    That Polary Bear
    In our Fridgitydaire.

    (Bear In There)

  6. Jilly Boyd
    October 20th, 2011 @ 5:21 am

    Ooh, Dee! You have inspired me to do a spot of labia torture of my own, sans Milne, of course. I posted about it, if you want to read it…

    And bloody hell, it was so arousing!


  7. vanimp
    October 20th, 2011 @ 8:12 am

    ‘chuckles’ .. you did good hehe. xxx

  8. T.
    October 21st, 2011 @ 2:48 am

    Oh, Dee! You look and sound gorgeous! What an inspiration! :-)
    (And, I still want to reply to your anal training post with my own experience but I am trying to think of it in a way that will do it justice! )

  9. Dee
    October 22nd, 2011 @ 4:09 pm

    Molly – I had a blast. And I had totally forgotten the poem title until after the post went up!

    Lilly – That poem is hilarious! Not that we even call our Fridge that, but still :)

    Jilly – Your post was awesome. Glad to be of some inspiration :)

    vanimp – Why thank you!

    T. – I sound loud and very teased and quite determined to make it through the verse and have my orgasm thank-you-very-much. *grin*

    xx Dee


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