“No,” Mike replied. “Laura’s a virgin, and she’s sealed down there until I decide to open her. It’s a new Selecta thing, I guess, to help her learn and to make her tighter. It’s super hot, I have to admit. Anyway, we’ll save the dildo for the trip home, when she can enjoy it.”
I stared at Elena as she nodded and disappeared into a closet I hadn’t even noticed, emerging a moment later with what looked like a firm leather cushion, maybe two feet long and a foot wide, curved in a way that made my stomach drop even though I still didn’t fully understand what it was for. She set it carefully on the bed, adjusting it so it sat in the center of the white sheets.
“Will that be all, Mr. Gallagher?” she asked.
“That’s perfect, Elena. Thank you. We’ll ring when we’re ready for dinner.”
She left without another glance at me, closing the door behind her with a soft click that seemed to echo in my ears. I stood there naked except for the plug in my bottom, my arms wrapped around myself, trying not to think about what had just happened—about the casual way Mike had discussed my sealed pussy with his employee, about the fact that she’d seen me completely bare and spanked and marked as his.
Mike sat on the edge of the bed and patted the cushion. “Come here, sweetheart. Straddle it.”
I approached on shaking legs, my face still burning. Up close, I could see the cushion was designed with a ridge down the middle, positioned exactly where—oh, god. My sealed pussy would press right against it if I sat on it the way he wanted.
“Mike, I?—”
“Sir,” he corrected gently.
“Sir,” I whispered. “What is this?”
“It’s a riding cushion,” he said, as if that explained everything. “You’re going to ride it for me. Show me how desperate you are. Show me how much you need to come.”
The humiliation washed over me in waves, but I climbed onto the bed anyway, my body obeying even as my mind reeled. He would spank me—whip me even. Wouldn’t he? If I didn’t do the obscene things he wanted?
I swung one leg over the cushion and lowered myself down, gasping as the ridge pressed directly against my seal. The pressure was immediate and intense, and the plug in my bottom shifted, making me acutely aware of both sensations at once.
“That’s it,” Mike murmured, his hand stroking my thigh. “Now rock your hips. Hump it like the desperate little slut you are.”
I whimpered but started to move, my hips rolling forward and back, the ridge of the cushion creating pressure on my clit, through the seal, and sending sparks of sensation through my core. The plug shifted with each movement, and I found myself squeezing my muscles the way he’d taught me, creating even more pressure, more fullness.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Keep going. I want to watch you work for it.”
I moved faster, one hand moving to my breasts to play with my nipples, my whole body focused on the building sensation. The combination of the cushion against my sealed pussy and the plug in my bottom was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting close, so close?—
“Stop,” Mike commanded.
I froze, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My whole body trembled, suspended on the edge of release. Mike’s hand moved to my hip, steadying me, and then I felt his other hand slide around behind me. His fingers found the base of the plug, and he began to work it slowly, twisting it, pulling it partway out before pushing it back in. The sensation was overwhelming—the fullness, the stretch, the constant awareness of being opened there.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hips trying to rock forward again on instinct.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm. “I want to see how ready you are for the big one.”
My eyes flew open. I watched over my shoulder as he withdrew the medium plug completely, leaving me feeling suddenly, achingly empty. He set it aside on the nightstand and reached for something else—the large plug. The huge, terrifying one that I’d been dreading since the first night.
“Mike—sir—I don’t think I can?—”
“Shh,” he soothed, his hand stroking my lower back. “I’m just going to play with your adorable little hole. Get you used to the idea.”
He squeezed more lube onto his fingers and began massaging the little ring of my anus, circling and pressing, making me gasp. Then I felt the tapered tip of the large plug press against me, and my whole body went rigid.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Just feel it. I’m not going to push it all the way in yet.”
He pressed the tip inside, just barely breaching the circle of muscle, and I cried out. It was so much bigger than the medium one. The stretch was immediate and intense, bordering on pain. He held it there for a moment, letting me adjust, then withdrew it completely.
“Ride the cushion again,” he commanded. “Nice and slow.”
I obeyed, my hips rolling forward, the ridge pressing against my sealed pussy. The emptiness in my bottom felt strange now, after being filled for so long. Then I felt the plug again, pressing, stretching, making me whimper as he worked just the tip in and out.
“Squeeze for me,” he said. “Show me how you can clench around it.”
