He reached down between my wobbly legs and began to move his fingers over and around my clit, fattening it up, dipping deep into my juices.
‘You won’t take long,’ he observed, delving, pressing, spearing my cunt.
His surmise was accurate – it had been so long since I had been touched there that I began to climax almost immediately. He had this way of manipulating me that spun the orgasm out, drawing wave after wave, moan after moan, commanding my body to perform against my will until I was finally spent and shivering under his hand.
Now I wanted the holding and the gentle words, now I felt the vulnerability that the whipping hadn’t induced. I tried to nuzzle into him, and he stroked my hair and bent to whisper into my ear.
‘Soon, Bottom, soon I can let you up and take you to my bed and feed you and take care of you. But first, there is one thing I must do. Be patient, sweet.’
He took the tawse back to the cupboard and swapped it for a bottle and an implement the length and width of a finger, made of pink silicone, tapering in at the bottom with a base in the shape of a heart.
I looked away quickly. It had to be a butt-plug.
‘We’ll take this slowly,’ he promised. ‘But it must be done. My submissives need to make all their orifices available to me – no exceptions. Are you ready?’
I had to be honest. ‘I’m not sure, sir.’
‘Well, you know the safeword. I’m going to trust you to use it if you need to. Try and keep relaxed.’
My wrists were still tied, so I wasn’t able to do much more than shudder and shimmy my hips a little when his hand descended on my scorched cheeks to prise them apart. I heard a squelchy, sucky sound, then I whimpered as something cold and greasy was applied liberally to my virgin orifice. He spent a long time on lubrication, working his finger around and around, smearing and slicking, making sure I was thoroughly coated around the tiny hole before he put any pressure on it. I imagined it, shiny and explicit, tight and closed, waiting for that first prod.
I screwed shut my eyes and held my breath
.
The oiled blunt end of a forefinger was placed squarely on the target. He began to turn it in half-rotations, slowly at first, picking up speed, pushing so very lightly that at first I didn’t perceive it, but his motion gathered momentum and my muscles contracted in their first involuntary spasm, noticing rather belatedly that something was trying to breach them.
‘Good, good, you’re doing very well.’ His Lordship’s voice was a low murmur of reassurance. ‘Don’t fight it. You need this. It’s coming to you.’
I hadn’t realised that my spine was arched until he patted it down, leaving his palm flat on my back to hold me in position, arse thrust out as far and as high as possible.
‘Tell me how this feels,’ he said quietly, and then his finger had somehow wriggled clear of my protective muscular barrier and made its first ingress into my rear.
I tried to find descriptive words, but my powers of expression were not at their best.
‘Oh, weird,’ I whimpered. ‘Unnatural. Invasive.’
‘It will soon feel natural to you. It will be quite normal for you to have this area occupied when you are in my service. You will learn to offer it without question. Your arse, my dear, is mine.’
He screwed the finger further in, right up to the knuckle. It wasn’t painful exactly, nor was it entirely uncomfortable, but it just felt so powerfully wrong that my body couldn’t seem to adjust to it but continued to try and expel it despite my desire to please His Lordship.
He didn’t seem unduly concerned by this, however, and he certainly made no effort to withdraw the finger or pander to the regular spasming of my sphincter. Instead, he let it mimic the thrust of a cock, pushing it up and pulling it down for about half a minute until he was satisfied that my resistance was wearing down.
‘Good,’ he said again. ‘Now I am going to insert this plug – it’s the slimmest of my training plugs. You will be required to keep this in all night – I will give permission to remove it if circumstances necessitate, but otherwise, you are to retain it until morning. Failure to do so will incur punishment. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, sir.’
He removed his finger, replacing it swiftly with the sleek, cold tip of the plug, which slid in quite easily at first, being no wider than the lately-inserted digit – until it reached a halfway point, where it became clear that it flared out towards the middle before tapering off again. I let out a low moan, feeling myself stretch a little further, experiencing a pang of discomfort, but before it could register much more deeply, the moment had passed and the plug was fully seated.
I could not exactly ignore it – its presence would be an insistent sensation – but it could have been so much worse. In fact, my reading on the subject had led me to imagine an unpleasantly stretched and sore feeling. That’s what you get for reading on the websites I tend to frequent, though. It served me right.
The thorough job His Lordship had done of lubrication made me worry that the plug might even slip out without my noticing, but he prevented that eventuality by covering the base in bondage tape, so that a shiny black rectangle of the stuff must have interrupted the uniform redness of my bum, sticking the plug inside and making it absolutely obvious to any viewer that my arsehole was well and truly occupied.
He completed the job by smacking my bottom two or three times, hard, so that the plug jiggled inside me, letting me bask and bathe in the humiliation of it before slapping my thighs wide apart, unbuttoning his fly and penetrating my cunt with swift and unexpected vigour.
He fucked me without a word, slamming hard into me four or five times before coming and pulling out, setting himself to rights and bending to inspect the state of my pussy.
Our correspondence prior to this weekend had included comprehensive tests of our genito-urinary health and fitness, so I was unconcerned by the lack of a condom. The feeling of his juices, trickling down my thighs and drying there, added a deliciously shameful edge to my predicament, bound and plugged and visibly fucked for anyone to see.