"You enjoyed me yesterday – didn't you? I enjoyed it too – but now I'm going have my way and enjoy you! Maybe you'll enjoy it – maybe you won't – but I'll enjoy it!"
You caught me completely by surprise and off guard as I came out from my shower that morning. Having showered before me, you were standing at the foot of our bed, blocking my path to be able to get dressed or do anything else.
Standing in all your naked beauty, hands on your hips which lifted your full firm breasts towards me – your nipples erect and hard – you wore only your black studded collar. I gazed down your body, looking longingly at your thick pubic curls, the V shape at the top of your thighs and the promise of pleasure and delights that I knew lay in there.
"That's enough!" you hissed, as the lash of the whip you had picked up licked across my hardening cock and balls.
"Today, you'll please me – when I want pleased – and how I want pleased. You'll be my pleasure!" you leered before grinning at the shock on my face.
"It's a pity a man is so limited as to where he can be penetrated – but I think you'll like this in you! Anyway, I'm going to enjoy putting it in you and knowing you've got it in you until I'm ready for it to come out. Bend over!" you instructed.
In one hand you had a tube of something – but in the other – you held a blue, ribbed, three inch butt plug.
"No - please – no!" I pleaded, never having had anything in my anus, unsure of the intrusion!
"Yes – please – yes! - is what you will learn to say!" the whip licks me again – but harder.
"Now – bend over!" another lash has me comply with your bidding.
I lean across the wooden bar at the foot of our bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see you applying a small amount of jelly from the tube to the tip plug. With the fingers of one hand you part my buttocks further allowing you unrestricted access to the puckered ring of my anus. I start as I feel the cold of the lube first, then the tip of the plug at my tightly closed hole.
Slowly, you tease the tip of the plug further into me, then out slightly – then further, deeper. At first my muscle contracts, resenting the intrusion. But, gradually, I experience an increasingly pleasing sensation as you encourage the plug to penetrate me more and more – until I feel my anal ring contract again as it slips in its full length, narrowing at its circular base. "There – that wasn't so bad – was it?"
"Nooo..!" I stammer, unsure of the sensation I am experiencing.
"Oww!" I cry as the whip, yet again lashes my genitals.
"No what!" you hiss.
"No – Mistress!" I whimper, quickly realising how far you intend us to go today.
"Now - to make sure your plug stays in! Put this on!"
Obediently, I draw what can be best described as a tight leather thong up my legs on over my throbbing cock and balls - throbbing from both the sensation of the plug in me, and your lashes of the whip. Although comfortable at my waist, the thong cuts deeply between my buttocks to securely restrain the plug from moving out of me.
You fasten a collar round my neck before instructing me to tidy our en-suite and then go downstairs to prepare breakfast while you dress. Knowing I could be seen from our kitchen by neighbours I opened my mouth to protest – but quickly decided not to when you raised the whip threateningly. Submissively, I slunk downstairs.
Outwardly you seemed to be wearing nothing unusual to buy groceries when you come down to breakfast – jeans and an off-the shoulder top, revealing a black bra, or possibly basque, strap. However, as we sat eating our cereal, I could clearly hear a humming coming from somewhere.
Looking up at you, you lifted you head to smile wickedly at me as you put a small remote control box on the table, the wire stretching back into the top of your jeans.
"Mmm – it's so good to have more penetrable places than a man - I'm tingling already from front to back!" One of your toys was a dual control vibrating anal plug and vibrating vaginal duo balls. You often enjoyed sitting watching television or going for a drive with the toy humming in you.
After breakfast, you removed my collar and I dressed in jeans and shirt, before we left for the supermarket. Unaccustomed to the plug in my arse, I walked with some discomfort, obviously to your pleasure from the look on your face, to the car. Sitting driving, however, was not so difficult and I found myself enjoying a very pleasant, if not slightly uncomfortable, arousal in my jeans.
Perversely, I became further aroused knowing what we were doing, but of what other shoppers were ignorant.
"Wow – you are big! I like it when you're big and show like that!" you taunted, unashamedly patting the bulge in my groin.
"Any more of that and I'm going to burst." I whispered – before realising my mistake!
"Are you now – that I want to see!" you purred, moving closer to me as if to discuss something we would buy, rubbing me harder.
"Please – no – not here!" I pleaded.
"Mistress – please." I added as you clutched my cock through my jeans, causing me to wince, before continuing to rub me.
"Oh – but YES!" you growl. By now you are massaging my balls in your fingers while rubbing the palm of your hand up and down my throbbing cock – only the material of my jeans and thong between you and me.
"Uhh – oh my god – oh god!" I mutter through clenched teeth as, try as I might not to, my lower body begins to convulse, my ejaculating cock jerking in my leather thong.
At first I feel a warmth spurting against my skin and into my pubic curls, which gradually begins to become uncomfortable as it cools, trickling down to my balls and between my legs.
