She had to laugh. "Alright. That sounds good to me too. So I'll see you tomorrow night then."
"Right. I love you, Leigh."
"I love you too," she said and mimed a kiss although he couldn't see it. The conversation over, Leigh pulled the butt plug from its packaging and read the sparse directions.
Sporting a frown that changed to a grimace, she went into the bedroom and located the K-Y Jelly. 'I'm actually going to do this for him,' she said to herself, dipping her fingers into the jar and lubricating her rosebud. After making certain the butt plug had sufficient lubricant she tried to insert it and failed.
Gritting her teeth, Leigh placed her index finger at her entrance and pushed. 'Well that's progress,' she told herself as her finger slid in about an inch. 'It can't be that bad, Michael's been back there a time or two. But she spent the next ten minutes preparing her asshole for the plug, realizing that it was not as easy as she had thought it would be. 'He must be bigger than my Michael,' she told herself.
In thirty minutes time, she was pumping the plug itself into her ass some three inches each time, but kept meeting fierce resistance. Then on one of the in strokes the plug managed to slip past the obstacle, 'probably a muscle,' she thought. It felt strange, but good, and it was causing Leigh to grunt on the in stroke.
She gave the plug a good push, and plunged into sharp pain. Withdrawing the plug while she recuperated, Leigh went back to the instructions and reread them. She found nothing new, or useful and contented herself with adding additional K-Y Jelly to her ass and discovered it was not the impenetrable closed hole it had been a few minutes ago. It was dilated, ever so slightly, about an inch in circumference. She pushed her lubed finger inside and then went back to the jar for a much larger amount, and shoved that in as well. Then she picked up the plug and slid it in with some success in that it went further than it had before, and Leigh could feel the bulb spreading her asshole. But she also found it extremely uncomfortable. 'Perhaps I need to lube the butt plug itself,' she thought. But the moment she released her pressure on the plug, her anal muscles sent it flying past the towel and onto her bedspread. Before she could curse the light brown stain on the white bedspread, she realized something wonderful had happened. The withdrawal itself had sent a delicious thrill through her body. Her nipples were tingling and her cunt felt like, well . . . like she was on the brink of a marvelous come.
Anxious to reach fulfillment, she grabbed the plug and reinserted it. This time she ignored the pain, impatient to drive it further than before, she used a series of short strokes and soon only the round flat base remained outside her body.
Suddenly she was all too conscious of the pain. For a moment or two it was almost unbearable, and suddenly it began to ebb. She explained this to herself, 'I tore my rear open with the damn thing, now there will be hell to pay.'
Then, just as suddenly, Leigh began to feel warm and her breasts were tingling again. 'What the hell?' she thought, and then began moving her finger over her clitoris. She began to writhe from the slightest bit of masturbation. 'Am I going to cum from this?" she wondered. She kept touching herself and at the same time ground her ass into the bed causing the butt plug in her rectum to move.
"Christ, this is GOOD!" She shouted aloud, humping her ass down on the plug as she masturbated. "Oh, I wish I had a cock handy right now!" She bellowed, puffing frantically, awaiting the huge orgasm that loomed deep within her.
She came hard and long; and lay still for several minutes, gasping with sated satisfaction. When she got up to get a drink of water, she realized she was still impaled with the plug, and as she went down the stairs, that it felt very good having it there.
Going back up the stairs gave Leigh as much a thrill as going down had. Back in the bedroom, she plopped down on the bed, being careful not to impact the base of the plug in her ass. Then she tried removing it. As the bulb got halfway out, the whole plug glided gently from her.
'What a delicious feeling!' she thought, and quickly pushed the shaft back into her ass. It slid right in, swallowing the bulb to rest on the base. She grabbed the base and began to work it in and out of her. The feeling of being full, relieved, and refilled by the plug was sheer ecstasy!
Leigh chucked to herself. 'If Gabby could see me now, fucking myself with an anal dildo! She'd be at a loss for word for the first time in her life.' Then her thoughts turned to David and his beautiful hard cock. 'Oh, I want to suck that beautiful thing until I can't stand it any longer and then have him ram it into my pussy. No I want him to fuck me up the ass! Yes! Up the ass!'
She wanted a prick in her now! Thinking fast, Leigh remembered having purchased a dildo several years earlier that she'd given up on. 'Where was that damn thing?' Then she remembered, 'The closet! I bet it's in the closet!'
It took a few minutes before she located the rubber cock in a shoebox, then she scurried back onto the bed and held it up for close scrutiny. 'The damn thing even has veins in it, why did I give up on it?' She knew the answer to that was a night of passion with her husband Michael. After the real thing she simply hadn't felt a need for the dildo anymore.
Squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on the penis, she decided the bast way for self-penetration would be for her to squat over the towel that was now protecting the bed from further obtrusive stains. Leigh worked slowly, reminding herself that patience was a virtue, then found herself giggling uncontrollably as she thought, 'And I'm not very virtuous today, ladies, am I?'
Lifting her hips a little, she tried to inset it into her anus, but it skidded on the lubricant and went right into her cunt. Pulling the instrument from her, she knelt back up and rocked into another squat, this time she carefully positioned the dildo at her anal entrance and shoved. It slipped in easily. Since the dildo was wider than the butt plug there was a brief flash of pain, but as she continued to settle upon it the past receded.
Soon Leigh was groaning with lust again. But squatting wasn't doing it for her. She dropped on her side and slowly began moving it in and out. She had to remind herself to keep it slow it was to thick to move any faster, at least for the moment. Maintaining the slow pace for several more minutes she suddenly went rigid as her orgasm poured over her. To Leigh's surprise she discovered the loud, guttural sounds she heard were her own; and suddenly she was squirting again as she had the night before!
Nevertheless, she continued pumping the dildo in and out, still maintaining the slow, easy strokes that was so pleasing to her ass. The squirting ended and she lay there blissfully uncaring on wet sheets. When Leigh was past her sensual lethargy discovered the bed itself was thoroughly soaked.
The phone rang, rousing her from her lethargy. Cursing the interruption, she struggled to cross the bed and reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"I'm parked around the corner. I thought that best."
It was David!
"David?"
"Try again," his tone was militant and reproachful.
"Master," her voice subservient.
"Much better," he replied. "I'll knock on the door in exactly two minutes."
"Yes master," she said, stunned that he'd actually come to her residence. She threw on a robe and ran down the stairs to await his arrival. He was precisely on time, but Leigh didn't care, throwing open the door and ushering him inside.
"I never expected you to come here . . ." she remembered in time and added, "Master."
"You are my slave. I can have access to you anytime I want you."
The realization that he was right caused Leigh's knees to buckle, and she fell to the floor in stunned shock. 'Michael would find out about this. My marriage is ruined,' she thought, as she lay crumpled on the parquet floor.
"Get up." David ordered brusquely, and she slowly got to her hands and knees then pulled herself up without his help.
"Where's the butt plug you're supposed to be wearing?"
As Leigh related what had happened and her use of the dildo, he began to smile. "So you adlibbed, eh?"
"I guess so, master."
"Let's go to your bedroom, shall we?"
"Yes, master. It's this way, please follow me." And she led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The irony of the term presented itself to her as she allowed him to enter the room before her.
"Ah!" David said, "wet the bed have you?"
"I . . . I squirted again, master," she acknowledged, with head bowed respectfully.
"Get back on the bed. Put the butt plug back in, and masturbate for me. I want to watch you for a while."
"Oh, and wear these," he tossed a pair of white women's gloves to her. Confused, Leigh pulled them on and reinserted the plug in her asshole. It slipped in easily.
"Go on, masturbate."
"But..."
"Use the jelly, it's right there on the table next to you."
"But..."
"NOW, slave!" Leigh trembled at the authority in his tone, and dipped her gloved fingers into the K-Y Jelly, and slowly worked it into herself. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks. The sense of humiliation combined with her meek submission produced a steady stream of tears.
However, after a few minutes of diddling, the heat seized Leigh, and she began breathing hard. The crying ended as she concentrated on pleasing him. She realized how she must look to him, lying on her back, legs splayed, panting, and a mild orgasm hit.
