Page 44 of Magnum, Volume 1

I nodded. “Okay, then. That’s where it’ll stay. You ready to head back, or do you want to shoot some more?”

“If you have guns around the house that I can get to, I’d like to shoot them, if it’s okay.”

I nodded. “Yeah, okay. I have one in a kitchen hideaway, one in the den, and another in the boathouse. Never thought about having one in the office, but we spend enough time in there, I can put one in a drawer.”

We decided to have lunch before we collected all the guns, and then we both got some practice with them.

During lunch, I decided she’d get four orgasms that night, assuming she behaved the rest of the day. She’d greatly pleased me, over and over. I love the way her mind works, not just the body it controls.

And shit, she was so fucking sexy, firing her weapon. Steady hands, calm eyes, no hesitation. And she was safe with it. Excellent trigger discipline, and she never pointed it anywhere except the ground and where she intended to shoot. Never pointed it up, which I appreciated, considering the configuration of my makeshift firing range.

When we’d cleaned our weapons, stowed them away, and practiced getting each one a dozen times, I sent her to the dungeon and let her wait a good five minutes before I went up, since I figured a few minutes to settle would help her get into the right headspace. Sometimes, I like keeping her off balance, but I didn’t want to risk her misbehaving after the wonderful day we’d had.

I tightened her waist cincher a quarter inch more than normal, though, and enjoyed the way my cock throbbed when she told me I was her Sir, once she was outfitted as my slave and standing in her heels.

She’d pulled some sea bass out of the freezer the day before, and she fixed it on a bed of wilted spinach with new potatoes, a creamy herb risotto, and an apple-walnut salad with all kinds of greens.

As planned, when I finally got her into bed, I gave her four orgasms instead of three and didn’t bother explaining why — though if I’m honest, I hurt her worse than usual. Drove into that sore, swollen cunt harder and deeper, watched the tears start, and then kept going. She sobbed and clenched and still came for me, over and over, while I used her exactly the way I wanted.

We were less than twenty-four hours from her first maintenance ass-fucking, and every broken sound she made only made me hungrier for what was coming. I couldn’t wait to force my cock into that tight little asshole after she’d worn my fattest plug for an hour, the neck of it as big as her wrist. I wanted her stretched wide and still not ready for me, and I couldn’t wait to feel her fight me with everything she has while I held her down and forced her to take what I gave her.

Someday, I’d make her spend an entire day clenched around a skinny-necked plug just to make her tighter than ever for me during maintenance, but for her asshole’s initial introduction to my cock, I needed her as stretched as possible before we started.

Fucking a human’s ass with my dick is always a balance of how far I can go without splitting them open. I can’t get too carried away, ever, but stretching her first meant I could go harder and deeper. Could make her scream, cry, beg, and frantically fight me.

She hadn’t used her safeword yet, and that’d actually surprised me a few times. Some submissives never use them, and you have to be super-careful with them. She assured me she’d used hers a handful of times with other Doms, but only when she feared someone was doing actual damage — and she’d been speaking truth, without even a hint of deceit in her scent.

Originally, I hadn’t planned to take her safeword away for this first maintenance session, but based on her own words about it, plus the fact she’d never used it, I figured she’d get more out of this first assfucking if I yanked her safety-valve away.

But we weren’t there yet, so… she was going to have to agree to it. Or not. It would have to be her choice, not mine. Doing this without that safety net would put more responsibility on my shoulders, but it also meant she’d get the full effect of maintenance — physical and mental. Even for someone who only uses the safeword when absolutely necessary, the loss of it is huge. No way to stop the action. No escape from the pain.

Fuck, just thinking about it had me hard enough to want to take her again, but for now, we were sticking to the schedule, and I’d already thoroughly used and abused her tight little cunt tonight.

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Storm

I was an emotional mess by the time I finished my chores on the morning of my first maintenance ass-fucking.

I assume he seemed to be in overdrive because he was excited about hurting me. He’d worked a fat plug into my ass the night before, and he kept coming into whichever bathroom I was cleaning. He’d just saunter in while I was bent over to clean, wiggle the plug until I was gasping, forced to brace myself. Often, he’d casually ram two or three fingers into my swollen, sore pussy — and then make me turn and meet his gaze while he held his fingers up for me to lick and suck, tasting my own juices while the heavy plug kept me open and reminded me exactly who I belong to.

He owns me, so he can touch me wherever and whenever he wants, but today, it was a constant reminder of what was to come.

All those plans I’d made on my first day, about finding my own routine for the bathrooms? Never happened. I did it his way, exactly. Every step.

My hands shook while I stored the cleaning supplies, my stomach already in knots, and my rectal muscles spasmed around the thick plug.

It wasn’t until later in the morning, when I was standing flat-footed in the dungeon, calling him Magnum when he asked who he is, that he handed me a sheet of paper. “This happens outside of high protocol, and everything on the list is your responsibility. Read it over and ask questions, if you have them.”

I read it over twice, my stomach somersaulting faster and faster.

Noon: 2-quart soapy enema (2 tablespoons of Castile soap). You may give yourself a rinsing enema after, if you wish, but it isn’t required.

3:00: 2-quart soapy enema (2 tablespoons of Castile soap), followed by a two-quart clear water enema, followed by a 1-quart enema with a teaspoon of baking soda and a teaspoon of sea salt. If the last one doesn’t run clear on the way out, start over.

When you believe you’ve evacuated everything, run up and down the stairs for five minutes nonstop to be certain everything has worked its way out. If you need to go to the toilet, the five-minute run starts over.

There’ll be an electrolyte mix waiting for you in the fridge. Drink the entire twenty-four ounces once your insides are clean.