Page 27 of Magnum, Volume 1

Finally, I patted her on the ass and told her, “Permission to release, slave.”

She dropped to her feet with a small, sharp inhale. Her balance shifted for a second before she caught herself, her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

“Who am I?” I asked.

She met my gaze and answered, “Sir.”

I looked at her feet in the shoes. Her toes came to nearly the end, and her heels seemed about right, but I still asked, “How do they feel? Do I need to go smaller or larger?”

“Can I walk in them, Sir?”

“You may.”

She walked across the room and my dick throbbed in my shorts. Fuck, she had the most gorgeous ass ever, and the shoes made her long legs even longer.

I got to see her rack on the way back, and I wished she was a fan of impact play, because damn, I’d like to flog them until they were cherry red.

But that isn’t a dealbreaker for me. I can easily do without the whips and floggers. So far, she hadn’t balked at any of my absolutes, and that’s rare.

She stopped a few feet away and said, “They fit, Sir.”

I noted she didn’t say they felt fine, which pleased me, but before I went off on visualizing how she’d look dusting every surface in my house, I pointed to the feeding station and ordered, “Bend over the bar and grab the handles.”

I took a few minutes to adjust the handles out so her body was stretched tight — the last little fucktoy I had on it was a good bit shorter than Storm. Rather than raise the bar under her hips, I just ordered her legs farther apart.

“For most slaves, minor infractions involve a tawse or cane while bent over this device,” I told her while I made adjustments.

Her scent was more fear than arousal, so I added, “I don’t know you well enough to decide consequences for different levels of bad behavior yet. Major infractions, as I said earlier, will result in a punishment ass-fucking, and that happens on the mattress. If you’re mouthy without disobeying, you’ll most likely find yourself getting your mouth washed out with soap, followed by cornertime with a soapy plug in your ass before you can rinse. We’ll have to see how things go for the rest, though.”

The fear didn’t go away, but the arousal carried its own weight, and that would need some careful consideration, but later.

I went to the wall to retrieve a graduated dildo. “Can you orgasm from anal alone?”

“Sometimes, Sir. Not always.”

“Anal with clitoral help?”

“Almost always, Sir.”

“Anal and vaginal?”

“Usually? It depends, Sir. Size, friction, intensity.”

I showed her the dildo, as big around as a nickel at the top, and several inches across at the bottom. “I’m going to spend some time learning all about your asshole before I decide on the perfect butt plug for you. You aren’t allowed to come without permission. You’ll tell me if you’re close.”

Her gaze stayed locked on mine, and she softly said, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Butt plugs can serve a variety of jobs,” I told her while I lubed the dildo.

“The trick is, I want you stretched enough my cock doesn’t split you open, but not so much to reduce the pain more than absolutely necessary.”

I worked it farther into her, watching her asshole, listening to her air, breathing in the spicy scent of her arousal. “You’ll have super-fat butt plugs some days, to stretch you all day and make you miserable. Other days, you’ll get a heavy stainless-steel Njoy plug with a skinny neck, so you have to squeeze hard to keep it in. The idea is to both strengthen and stretch. Again, totally at my discretion.”

She managed to stay quiet at first, but eventually her breathing hitched hard, and a broken little gasp slipped out. Her hands tightened on the handles until her knuckles went white, and then she seemed to realize it, and she wiggled her fingers to force them to relax.

I pushed it in a few millimeters more, and she made a low, shaky sound in the back of her throat she clearly tried to swallow.

Her body fought the intrusion and then slowly gave way — she knew how to relax and accept it, but I kept pushing and pushing, staying just ahead of what she could comfortably handle. My cock ached, but I ignored it because I was fully engrossed in watching her struggle to stay relaxed, and I loved the broken sounds she made when I pushed past her resistance, loved watching her muscles fight and then accept being breached and penetrated. Conquered.