“You’ve earned another orgasm, sweetheart,” he said, and to my distress I clenched hard at the words. “But I’m going to use it to train you in a new, special way. Something that will prepare you for our next date.”
My stomach flipped. What did that mean? What else could he possibly want to do to me tonight?
I heard him pull out his phone, and then the sound of him tapping on the screen. A moment later, I heard a soft mechanical whir from across the room. I turned my head to see a cabinet I’d never noticed before—built seamlessly into the wall—sliding open.
“The sponsor’s cabinet,” Mike said, standing and walking over to it. “Every SA apartment has one. It’s stocked with… let’s call themeducationalitems.”
I watched from my kneeling position as he reached into the cabinet and pulled out three objects. My breath caught when I realized what they were.
Butt plugs. Three of them, arranged in ascending sizes. The smallest was maybe the width of my thumb. The middle one was significantly thicker. And the largest…
Oh, god. The largest one was huge. Thick and tapered and absolutely terrifying.
Mike returned to his chair, setting the three plugs on the dining table where we’d eaten dinner what felt like a lifetime ago. He gestured for me to come closer.
“Come here,” he said. “Look at them.”
I shuffled forward on my knees, my panties still restricting my movement, my face flaming with fresh mortification. When I reached the table, I stared at the three silicone implements with mounting dread.
“When you can take the biggest one,” Mike said, his voice matter-of-fact, “it will be time for me to fuck your ass.”
The crude words made me gasp, and I felt my sealed pussy clench again—so hard it almost hurt. My hands flew between my legs involuntarily, pressing against the seal.
“And once I’ve taken your bottom properly,” he continued, reaching out to stroke my hair, “I’ll unseal your pussy and take your virginity.”
My mind reeled. He was going to… he was going to take metherefirst? Before he deflowered me the… the ‘traditional’ way? The thought should have been purely horrifying, but instead I felt a rush of shameful heat so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“I can see how much that excites you,” Mike observed, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You’re starting to learn what you really need, even if it’s just on the purely bodily level. Your mind will catch up.”
He picked up the smallest plug and a tube of lubricant from the table. “Tonight, you’re going to learn how I want you to insert your plug when I tell you it’s time for anal training. Take these and bring them into your bedroom. Put them on the bed. Then take off your underwear. Stand at the end of the bed, and bend over with your knees spread. You’re going to lube your asshole while I clean up dinner.”
I stared at the plug and the lube in his outstretched hands, my mind fracturing into a thousand contradictory impulses. Part of me wanted to stand up, to tell him I didn’t care about the money or the consequences, that he could take his ten thousand dollars and shove it up his own ass. The words were right there on my tongue—I’m not doing this. You can’t make me. Spank me, whip me, I don’t care.
But another voice whispered through the rebellion, not logical but somehow beyond logic.You can’t take another punishment. Not tonight. Your bottom is already on fire. You’ve already been broken down and remade once today. You can’t survive it again.
Then, worse but somehow also better,You belong to him now. You have to do whatever he tells you. You don’t have a choice.
While my mind warred with itself, my body made the decision for me. My hands reached out and took the plug and the lube from Mike’s grasp. I watched my limbs move as if they belonged to someone else, as if I were floating somewhere above my own body, observing this girl who was about to do something so degrading she couldn’t even think about it directly.
I stood on trembling legs and shuffled toward the bedroom, my panties still tangled around my knees making each step awkward and humiliating. Behind me, I heard Mike begin clearing the dinner plates, the domestic sound of dishes clinking surreally normal against what was about to happen.
The bedroom felt too bright, too exposed despite the curtains drawn over the windows. I set the plug and lube on the pristine white comforter with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. Then I bent down and worked my panties the rest of the way off, stepping out of them and leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor.
My bra came off, the clasp seeming to take forever to unhook. When I finally got it free, I dropped it on top of my panties and stood there completely naked, my arms wrapped around myself.
From the other room, I could hear Mike running water in the sink. The sound of him washing dishes—actually washing dishes like this was a normal date, like he hadn’t just made me swallow his cum and wasn’t about to make me prepare my own ass for violation—made my head spin. The contrast was too much. His gentleness in conversation, his warmth when he praised me, his careful instruction… and then this. After the spanking. After the face-fucking. Now this.
He’s taking care of you, some traitorous part of my brain whispered.He fed you. He’s cleaning up. He’s teaching you what you need.
CHAPTER 14
Laura
I moved to the end of the bed on autopilot, my body following his instructions even as my mind screamed in protest. I bent forward, pressing my palms flat against the mattress, and spread my knees apart the way he’d commanded.
The position made me acutely aware of my bottom cheeks—still burning from the spanking, the welts from the orderly’s cane overlaid with Mike’s handprints.
It also made me conscious of how the posture Mike had commanded left those punished cheeks spread. I could feel the air there, moving over the tight little button of my bottom hole.
