I part her thighs. She is still trembling from her orgasm, hypersensitive and raw as I press the tip of the toy against her entrance.
She gasps, a sound of pure distress, and tries to close her legs.
“No, Master, please,” she whispers, fresh tears welling in her eyes. “Not that. I don’t want it. I don’t...”
I pause and look down at her, a low chuckle rumbling in my chest as I trail a finger down her tear-stained cheek.
“You think that is a compliment don’t you, Dumpling?” I ask, my voice laced with dark amusement. “You think that only wanting your Master’s cock is the words I want to hear. To a lesser man, a more insecure man, it would be. He would preen at the notion that his little slave desires only him. He would see it as a triumph of his masculinity…”
I lean down, my face inches from hers, my gaze holding hers captive.
“…but I am not a lesser man. Your desire for my cock is a given, it is the baseline. The real compliment, the one that truly feeds my power, is this right here. You tell me you don’t want this toy, that you find the idea of it uncomfortable, even distasteful. Yet you are lying here, open and exposed, knowing I will force it into you anyway.”
I see the understanding dawn in her eyes followed by a deeper, more profound submission.
“The compliment,” I continue, my voice a possessive whisper, “is that I have such absolute power over you that I can bend not only your body to my will, but your very mind. I can make you crave what you fear. I can make you come from pain and I will make you accept, and even enjoy, things your simple mind thinks it does not want. That is my power over you Pup, and your acceptance of it is the greatest gift you can give me.”
Without another word, I push the toy forward.
She cries out as the first sphere stretches her. Her labia stretches so beautifully wide as her cunt swallows it down.
I don’t stop. I push steadily, relentlessly, watching her face contort until the entire thing is seated within her.
She sobs, her body accepting the intrusion while her mind is still reeling from it. “It’s too much, I can’t…”
“It is exactly enough,” I correct her as I start turning the end to make it expand inside her even more. “This is my will, made manifest inside you. You will hold it. You will feel it, and you will learn to make your peace with it.”
But peace is not the goal. Ecstasy is.
I pick up the vibrator again, and her eyes widen in sheer terror. The memory of the last onslaught is vivid and raw.
“No, Master, please. I can’t again, not with… not with that inside me…”
“You can,” I say, my voice full of dark promise. “And you will, because your body is mine to command.”
I turn the piercing on to a lower setting this time. A deep, insistent thrum that resonates through her entire body, vibrating the toy buried deep within her.
The effect is catastrophic, just as I knew it would be. The dual sensation, the deep, stretching fullness and the relentless vibration on her clit is overwhelming.
A broken wail tears from her throat but this time, it is devoid of the pure agony from before.
It is a confused, overwhelmed sound already tinged with a shocking, unwilling pleasure.
“There it is,” I coax, watching her struggle. “There’s the connection. Your body is learning its new language, the language of my will.”
I increase the intensity slightly, and her back arches off the table as her hands fist the leather padding beneath her. Her mouth is open in a silent scream, but her hips are making a tiny, involuntary grinding motion.
She is trying to escape the sensation and seek more of it at the same time. She is the precipice, she is surrender.
“Come for me, my mindless whore,” I command, my own control fraying as I watch her sublime ruin. “Come around the toy I forced inside you. Show me how well you’ve learned your lesson.”
It doesn’t take long before her second orgasm crashes over her, even more powerful than the first. This one is not a violent rupture but a deep, seismic rolling that seems to go on forever.
She screams out a raw, worshipful sound as her inner muscles clench and spasm around the foreign object. Truly, fully accepting it, accepting me, accepting my complete dominion.
I let her ride every last wave until she is completely spent, collapsed into a heap of quivering, oversensitive flesh.
I turn off the vibrator and slowly, carefully remove the stretching toy. She whimpers at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed as I clean her gently with a warm cloth, every touch a possessive caress.
