"Is your husband circumcised?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir, he is. I like to be teased with his head. I would love to feel yours probing in and out."
"I'd love to do that to your ass hole. Popping my ridge in and then out again."
"You would have to go slowly...." I warned, not a seasoned anal slut.
"I think, Jennifer, I would go at any speed I choose."
"You wouldn't want to make me cry out, would you Master...? I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
"I'd love nothing more."
"I want you," I cried.
"Popping your back door?" He loved anal sex, rimming- all of it, which was still hard for me to embrace with my discomfort of it. My asshole was basically virgin territory before I met him. My husband's cock is big and the few times I tried it, it hurt badly. Michael had wanted me to purchase a steel butt plug for a long time. The first one I felt comfortable trying was a small purple one for beginners. It was made of silicone and I wasn't thrilled with it. I finally took the plunge and ordered a large steel Njoy and with a recommendation from a friend, bought some Eros lube and was advised to lube generously when I was ready to place it. I told Michael that I received a special delivery that day and he made me send him the link so he could check it out. He was pleased, and wanted me to send two pictures that night. One, of me kissing the butt plug, the second, a picture of it in it's new home.
He was right, it was delicious. It was very comfortable and I could wear it for hours. It turned me on as soon as I started to lube it with my finger. At first, the cold steel made my asshole flinch. Then, gearing up mentally to insert it felt so erotic, a challenge each time. The slippery plug's tiniest movements stimulated me in such a delicate way. I never guessed that it would become one of my favorite toys.
"If it pleases you to pop out my back door, then yes."
"It will hurt you." he said.
"Not if you take great care."
"And when I don't and it does?"
I loved his cruelness. "Then I will cry... and beg."
"No Jennifer, you will ask for more. Fetch your hand and ankle cuffs. Put the cuffs on your left wrist and the shackles on your ankles." he commanded.
"Yes Sir."
"Now fasten the loose cuff to the chain on the shackles."
"Yes Sir, one hand to type?"
"One hand for everything. It's time you went on camera. Fetch your cam."
I squealed! I loved our cam time together. He would totally direct me the whole time, like a little puppet, do this, do that, always creative, coming up with something new each time, undressing me at his leisure. I felt so desired in his eyes.
There was no way to set up the cam bound like this so I asked permission to uncuff my wrists. As I hobbled upstairs with my laptop, I smiled, shaking my head. Here I was, a grown woman- hobbling up the stairs in shackles.
Correction- a very excited woman who could feel her pussy oozing in anticipation of playing with her Master on cam. I could only imagine how powerful it would be to see him face to face.
"I'm here, Sir." I was now in my bedroom, sitting in my over-sized white cushioned chair, wearing a beautiful black and white garter slip from Victoria's Secret, black thigh highs and black kitten heels. I was trembling, even after all this time. I always set the cam to show my hands, my legs, anything else but my face at first. I loved that though, part nerves, part humiliation. The fact that he could see me and I couldn't see him was dizzying.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Nervous...." I said, swallowing hard.
"I love that. Your ceiling looks lovely, but I'd prefer my slut."
Painstakingly, I lowered the cam down to my face. "Here I am..."
"Wow! Give me a twirl."
"In shackles??" I asked, incredulously.
"Yes."
"I am going to look ridiculous." I said, unable to control my nervous smile.
"Is that your concern?"
"No Sir." He made me fucking melt with that dominance.
"Good girl. Stand and twirl right away. No backchat."
I twirled as instructed, albeit awkwardly, ankles shackled, left hand cuffed to my ankle, completely bound and bend over as I turned, my ass up in the air.
"I want to fuck you." he said.
"I like when you say that."
"Take your straps off your shoulders."
"I want you.." I exhaled. If only there was a way to crawl through the screen, I mused.
