Warning: this story not only contains elements of anal play but also of bondage, domination and humiliation. Read to your own risks and perils...
It had come as no surprise for her to be wakened up at 4 o'clock this brisk morning of June. He always reserved the right to fuck her anytime he wished to. Not that she minded, nothing was more exciting that to wake up to his big cock sliding up her well lubrified pussy and realising he was behind the wet dream she was having. What was surprising was that he was not fucking her this time.
She rubbed her eyes open as he unlocked the cuff on her ankle that was linked by a six foot long chain to the bed's poster. He never removed that unless he was done sampling the pleasures of her flesh, and was ready to let her go.
The things they had done this weekend blew her mind away and she had the fleeting regret that she might be unable to cum so hard without any bondage at all, ever. He was a demanding lover who wanted her to be helpless and at his mercy. It had not always been this way, as they had started out as a regular couple, dating over dinner, having sex after a few casual encounters. Normal sex too, until she had stumbled upon manacles in his bedroom drawer one fine morning after. She was curious, and he was glad to indulge her curiosity. That was when the bondage started.
He had not been nearly as involved in bondage before he met her as he was now since it became clear they both enjoyed it. First it had been her hands tied up, and her legs, then a blindfold, and the gag had came last. She had truly become used to the feeling of helplessness and had come to crave it in sexual couplings. They had graduated from bondage to something more when their games began spreading over longer periods than just the occasional lovemaking. Now they would regularly spend weekends or holidays together where he was totally in control and she was there to be taken in any way he wished to.
Now he would not only possess her body by laying her bare and restraining her, but also he liked to possess her soul, by bending and twisting her feelings just as he bent her body parts in bondage. And for it, they both wanted each other more.
He also loved her ass, and had painstakingly taught her to enjoy it to. Her upbringing had led her to rebel first, then to refuse the pleasure she might receive. But she had not been able to deny it anymore than she could deny her submission to her man, she was a veritable ass slut. She came even harder and louder whenever he fucked her tight puckered hole.
But today, he had something special for her. She understood that even before she saw the big leather collar in his hand. The piece was so wide and thick that it prevented her from moving her head at all. She hated that collar but she held her head high as he approached her to fit it on her neck. Deftly he surrounded her throat with it and buckled it tight. She could feel a slight resistance every time she tried to swallow. Yet she let him collar her in such a way because so far he had always fucked her doggie style after putting it on her. A position that she held especially dear.
Then he ordered her to get off the bed and get down on all fours. That was no surprise and she silently did, remembering the lesson he had taught her before that bitches do not speak. He pushed her down further though, making sure she was not leaning on her hands but on her forearms, her tits swinging very close to the carpeted floor and her ass sticking in the air. He cuffed her arms just above the elbow and her legs just above the knee and connected the right arm cuff with the left leg and vice versa so she would be forced to imitate a dog's trot. She kept silent still, and he clipped a leash on the collar. That was new...
But her shock was greater still when he pulled her leash through the house, making her follow like a good bitch and stopped to open the patio door. She had thought he would take her to the living room, but he was obviously taking her outside. She froze, having no taste for exhibition. He would have none of her refusal because he pulled cruelly on her leash until she realised he was going to have his way in this just as in everything else. Mortified, she crawled on her forearms and legs after him until he stopped in the middle of the backyard grass.
She was praying to herself, desperately that no one would see her by chance at this early hour. But at the same time she was very excited. She was going to be fucked, and the perverse part in her was starting to appreciate the possibility for further humiliation at his hands. Being his bitch was degrading and she had loved it before, something told her being his bitch in public would please her even more. Like her true nature finally surfacing.