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.
He was doing something, but she could not see what because of the collar. The sense of dread and excitement she had felt because of the exhibition waned as it seemed no one was watching or even coming and going. She stopped worrying about the neighbours for a while, just enough to notice he had tied her leash to the fence and that left her on all fours in a patch where there wasn't any grass. That is until she heard a door close somewhere. She had no idea where, or if people had come out. That raised goose bumps on her flesh.
Meanwhile, he had not been idle. He stood before her with his toy bag at his side, and a gardening hose in his right hand. The left one was resting on a valve that let him control the debit of the hose. He opened the valve and water trickled out of the hose, down to the grass less earth. He turned the valve again, and the water flowed out more quickly. He was turning the patch into mud and she was right in it. That's exactly when she realised how short the leash was because she could not side-step far enough to get on the grass. Already her arms and legs were covered in brown mud. He was still wearing his shorts, and water that had splashed was pearling on his hairy legs. But even that stimulating information could not disguise the hard-on that was pushing the fabric at his crotch into a tent.
She wanted to lick the tiny drops on his legs, but that was not to be. He closed the valve, and the water stopped flowing out of the hose. He dropped it, and reached for his toy bag. He rummaged inside, obviously he was looking for a certain piece. Then he found it, and he showed it to her. It was his biggest, brightest ballgag. Holding it up to her mouth, he reminded her that she had two choices, she could open wide or he could do it. She opened her mouth, reminding herself he meant to have her completely helpless and humiliated.
She hated that particular gag. She must have looked like one of those show pieces, a roasted piglet with a big apple stuffed in its mouth. The more she thought of it, and the more she thought she resembled the image. She tried to stop being distracted, because she had missed something, he was at her back now. She could feel his hands on her bottom. He was caressing her, insinuating his fingers in her crack, sliding up and down, titillating her wet clit, and stimulating her tight anus.
He applied a big quantity of lubricant there. First on the surface, then pushing his finger a bit deeper. He made sure not to miss even a tiny part, rubbing the grease in, testing it at the same time by how quickly her asshole engulfed another finger. When he was satisfied, he wiped his hands on a small towel that he let fall on his toy bag. He wanted to remember his handiwork forever. And he would, because he had installed a video camera that was filming his bitch's ordeal. He smiled because he could see how powerful her arousal was. She was loving every bit of it. It was time to really put his plan to work.
She had been getting aroused as he rubbed her ass. But he had stopped. Unfortunately, or fortunately because if she had he would have punished her, she could not protest against this desertion. So when she felt something against her ass, she actually pushed against it, welcoming his renewed attentions. But when he pushed it in, she felt that it was cold and rough, metallic. Her eyes went round, realising without seeing that he had inserted the hose's end in her ass. She went red, from shame and at the same time, vaguely afraid that he was turning to be too cruel for her. The hose's tip was not so big, but it was very uncomfortable, and what was most frightening was what he wanted to do with it.