I screwed up my face and waited.
He came close behind me and kissed the back of my neck, so softly, so gently, while his hand stroked my bottom, one finger travelling up and down the cleft, a little deeper each time, opening it with practised assurance.
‘Do you know what’s coming?’ he whispered.
He stood a little to my side – that would be for the camera’s benefit, so it could pick up a good clear shot of my spread cheeks.
‘A plug?’ I hazarded, hardly audibly.
‘Clever girl.’
I heard him uncap the lubricant, then his finger disappeared and, when it came back, it was cold and slippery and probed much more deeply and firmly. I remembered what to do, kept my muscles loose, let his fingertip enter the ring, up to the knuckle, and prepare me.
He narrated for the camera once it was inside, loudly and confidently.
‘Sarah’s relatively new to anal play,’ he said, ‘but she’s learned to give her back passage up to me whenever I require it of her. I’ve trained her on different sized plugs and she can take quite a big one now. Like this one.’
Another pause for lubrication, then his finger popped out and a new, bigger, broader invader took its place. Now I really needed to keep calm, but I clenched my fists and curled my toes as my ring widened, and widened until the quick, fierce pain came. For a second it seemed unbearable, as it always did, and then the widest part was inside me and the flare receded and I felt only full and small and very humiliated.
Jasper held me by the hip as he fed the plug into my bum, making sure I didn’t writhe or twist out of the way.
‘This is a good one,’ he said, kissing my neck again, ending with a sucking bite. ‘You’re going to feel this. Can you feel it?’
‘I’m very full,’ I whispered.
‘Stuffed full,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘It’s all the way in now.’ He patted the flange and stood well aside. ‘See, now she’s ready.’
I heard his footprints on the dry grass, further away then closer again. He had the switch, I supposed.
‘It’s a shame I can only get this from one angle,’ he remarked. ‘Ideally, I need two cameras. One for your arse and one for your face. Or I should get a third party to film it. What do you think?’
‘No!’
He laughed.
‘It would be much better. Never mind. Now keep still as you can. This is going to hurt.’
The air whistled and then I cried out. The switch was intense, a slim slice of pure agony across the fleshiest part of my bottom. I almost felt the redness of it; it could properly be called a cut, even though the skin wasn’t broken.
He lit my arse up with more, more, more. I swung and moaned, lifted my feet, rocked on my toes, yanked at my bonds, but I could not get away from the relentless swish, swish, swish and the subsequent sequence of throbs.
‘You’ll feel this for a while,’ he said.
I began to notice, after five or so, how each stroke made the butt plug quiver inside me, sending a message to my cunt. Jasper began laying the thickest part of the switch heavily across the flange, which didn’t sting so much but made shock waves radiate through the base of my belly and outwards.
‘A paddle would be better for this,’ he said, moving further back again and reverting to circus ringmaster mode. He had told me before about the importance of technique. A lesser dom might judge the stroke wrong and send the switch tip wrapping around my hip, which would be painful in a much less pleasurable way.
But Jasper was no lesser dom.
There was nothing in my life except the pain and the anticipation of the pain. Every other sense fell back into obscurity, in subjection to the whip and its ownership of me. This sharp, sweet smart at my rear was all I was. I let it govern me, ride my body and soul into another place, a place where Sarah was nothing, and ego didn’t exist.
He showed me what I was – his.
I only realised after he stopped that my arms were aching and sweat was running down my thighs, mingled with my own sticky juices. The sensations of plugging and throbbing seemed to fe
ed off each other, creating an arousal so almighty I rather feared the orgasm it would bring.
‘Brave little Sarah.’ His breath was hot in my ear.