I heard myself cry out piteously, like a naughty girl getting the lesson she so desperately needed… the punishment she had earned… and I felt the enormous plug seat itself fully inside me, the tiny ring of my anus, no longer tiny, contracting around the narrower part that joined the flared base. Open… so open now, back there, even though I was closed up front… so ready to have my bottom deflowered before my pussy.
What I deserve… because my sponsor knows how to take me in hand, and being cared for that way is something I deserve because…
Because I love him.
Oh, no.
“It’s time,” Mike said. I felt him tug at the base of the plug, and the questionTime for what?died on my lips. I shook my head, but I knew as I felt the movement in my neck that I didn’t mean it—that the denial came from the remnants of my Midwestern modesty.
“Please…” I repeated. Then, “Sir… please, be gentle?”
Mike pulled harder at the plug, and I yelped.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he told me in a low voice that made my aching, virgin sheath clench behind the seal. “So I’ll try to be gentle at first. But we both know you need much more than gentleness from your master’s cock.”
CHAPTER 25
Mike
Laura’s untried pussy, so provocatively hidden behind her smooth, sealed labia, must have clenched very hard at my promise not to be entirely gentle as I took her anal virginity. She whimpered, and I could see the helpless spasm travel all the way to her adorable buttocks, rosy with their beautiful new tangle of welts.
My cock swelled against my thigh as I contemplated the prospect. I let my fingers linger on her adorable cheeks, feeling the raised flesh of the whip’s marks. I breathed in deeply through my nose, taking in the tangy fragrance of needy virgin pussy—all of it displaying the satisfying results of the difficult lesson I had just taught my gorgeous girl, with the assistance of the martinet. As I pulled the plug from her adorable pink anus, the rock-hard length of my manhood leapt at the thought of taking her that way—yes, gently at first, but very soon with all the rigor we both needed.
I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and picked up the lube. I squeezed a generous amount onto my palm and worked it over my shaft, coating myself thoroughly. The cool gel contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from my cock, and I had to pause for a moment to maintain control. I wanted this to last—wanted to savor every second of claiming Laura’s virgin bottom.
I applied more lube to the tightness of her little bud, working it in with my fingers, feeling how the plug had stretched her. She whimpered softly, her hips squirming over the back of the chair: she was ready. More than ready. The plug had done its job perfectly, training her body to accept what she had coming from the man who owned her.
“Deep breath,” I murmured, positioning myself behind her bound form. I pressed the head of my cock against the tiny opening of her bottom hole, feeling the initial resistance. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
I pushed forward slowly, watching as her body yielded to me. The tight ring of muscle gave way gradually, and I felt the head of my cock slip inside. Laura cried out, her whole body tensing against the restraints.
“That’s it,” I groaned, the sensation almost overwhelming. “God, that’s a sweet little ass.”
I held still, letting her adjust, even though every instinct screamed at me to drive deeper. Her whimpered sobs mixed with something else—little gasps that I knew the sensor data would confirm were arousal, not just pain.
“Please,” she whimpered. “It’s too much, I can’t?—”
“You’re already taking it,” I assured her, sliding in another inch. “Your bottom is already full of cock.”
I worked myself deeper with agonizing slowness, savoring every fraction of an inch. The heat and tightness of her virgin anus gripping my cock was exquisite. When I was finally seated fully inside her, I paused again, my hands gripping her hips.
“There,” I said, my voice rough with barely contained desire. “All of me. You’re taking all of me in your tight little ass.”
I started to move, pulling back and pushing in with measured strokes. Laura sobbed and gasped beneath me, but I could feel her body responding, relaxing into the rhythm. The sight of my cock disappearing into her stretched opening, the welts covering her bottom, the way she was bound and helpless—it was almost too much.
“You’re such a good little slut,” I told her, increasing my pace slightly. “The kind of slut who gets her ass fucked before her pussy. Who needs to be whipped and bound and used.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned, and I could hear the shift in her voice—less fear, more desperate need.
I gripped her hips harder and started fucking her in earnest, no longer gentle. My cock drove into her narrow channel with increasing force, and she screamed—but the biometric data spiking on my watch as I glanced at it told me everything I needed to know. Her submissive nature had begun to blossom under her master’s rigorous use.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Take my cock like the dirty girl you are. This is what you needed, isn’t it?”
Laura
I couldn’t answer him at first. My mouth opened, but only desperate, keening sounds came out as his huge cock drove into my bottom again and again. The pain had transformed into something else entirely—a dark, overwhelming pleasure that I’d never imagined possible. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my core, and I found myself pushing back against him despite the restraints, desperate for more.
“Yes,” I sobbed, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Yes, I needed this. I needed you to?—”
