"Do you understand?" He asked me.
I couldn't really respond. Not with my mouth taped shut. I nodded my head once, like he instructed me to. He was looking me in the eyes and didn't break contact. Trust was very important to me. I trusted him.
Two nods meant no. It was easy enough. I wanted him to push me. I wanted to find out what my breaking limit was. I wanted to please him. I needed to please him.
He ran his hands along my back. I was strapped in place on a rather comfortable bench. My hands were fastened by their wrists to the front eye bolts. My ankles the same to the back. I tried to move them, but they were secure. My legs were spread so that my hole was on display for him. For him.
When he got to my ass, he gave it a playful smack. I jumped a little and clenched my hands into fists.
"Okay?" he asked.
I nodded my head once I for yes.
He did two quick smacks in succession, one on each cheek. I wondered if they were starting to get red. I pictured his read hand print on them. That thought of made my dick get instantly hard.
He ran his hand along my crack and then took one finger and circled it over my hole.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded my head once.
I could feel pressure against my hole. He gently rocked in and out, getting me to losen up. It felt like more than just a finger. Each time it went in deeper and each time I could feel my dick spasm in response.
My hole stretched and just when I thought I would have to nod twice something slipped inside me, stopping my hole from closing. The plug. The plug I picked. I loved the fullness. I loved giving up control over my most intimate of places.
He smacked my ass again.
"Good?" he asked. I nodded once in response to him. For him.
He started with a slow rhythm. Just one smack on one side then they other. I close my eyes and let myself go. The beat was hypnotic. The stinging in my ass started to turn into a welcome warmth. My cock stayed rock hard.