The Tattle Tale
Chapter Eight
We cleaned up and headed to the bedroom. She was at the door, still moving toward the bedroom when I stopped dead in my tracks. I had been thinking of ways I could convince her not to try anal sex with me but as I was leaving the bathroom, I noticed my collar on the vanity. I couldn't take another step. I touched my neck in the spot that I recognized as the spot that always kept me aware that I was wearing it. Over time, it became a part of me. I had always cleaned it while showering. I never removed it since the day she put it on me. I felt strange and not myself. It took me a moment to gather my wits.
I retrieved the collar from the vanity and held it up.
It needs to be cleaned,
I thought.
Just then, Mistress showed up. In all honesty, she looked so ridiculous I wanted to laugh but I wasn't feeling myself. I was naked, sure, but in the moment, it felt like a part of me was missing. I turned on the hot water and waited for it to warm up.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I need this," I told her, holding up my collar, "but I want to clean it real quick."
She came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my torso and under my arms. She took the collar from my hands and dipped it into the water. I put my hands on her arms and caressed her as she washed it for me.
"It's a part of you, isn't it?" she asked.
I nodded as I stared intently at it. I was like a dog watching my owner get my treats from the treat bin. She was taking longer than I would have and I wanted it back on me sooner than she was getting to it.
"I don't know what you're feeling right now, I can only guess. I see your mood has changed and I assume it's because you finally remembered you were without it. You reacted to that the way other women react to the diamond falling out of their wedding rings. It means a lot to me that you feel that way right now, Kitten."
"Yes, Mistress," I soft quietly, still waiting impatiently.
When she was done, she dried it off and went to put it back on me. I put my hand over hers and together, it found its place back home. I exhaled deeply in relief.
I looked into the mirror and met her eyes.
"I don't feel like me without it. That was the first time it's been off me."
I saw the expression on her face change.
"Turn around, Kitten."
I did and almost as soon as I was facing her, she guided the tip of her fake cock to my vagina and pushed it in. I exhaled into her mouth before tossing my head back in pleasure.
"Look at me," she told me as she began pumping it in and out of me extremely slow.
Our eyes met again, and we held it as she slowly fucked me against the vanity top. I would say I could have died just then and been happy, but I felt like I was already in heaven. She was intent on keeping it at a slow pace. My focus changed to what she wanted to do to me.
"I'm scared of what you want to do," I told her shyly.
"What are you scared of, Kitten. Tell me."
"I don't think I want it in my butt," I told her.
"I understand," she said, still fucking me, "what if I demonstrated it for you first?"
I'd never even seen it done on video, let along in front of me. I began to wonder if I never gave the act a fair shake. I was still very much scared to try it. I gave in a little.
"I would like to see you do it first, Mistress."
"Good girl."
She put her hands on my ass and pushed her cock deep inside me.
"Ready?"
I nodded and kissed her nose before smiling at her.
She withdrew from me and took my hand as we walked to her bedroom. The bed was made up and her room was much cleaner than the last time I was in it. She took the strap off her and set it on the bed and retrieved a similar sized dildo and a bottle of clear liquid out of her closet. After she climbed up on the bed, she tapped the comforter, inviting me to sit next to her. I happily joined her and listened to her show me what she had.
"Anal sex is all about preparation," she told me. "Just shoving something up there is a painful experience and just shows the lack of care someone has for their lover. This," she said, holding up the bottle, "is lube. It's water based and does a great job keeping things slick. Saliva is not the lube you need for this."
That by itself didn't soothe my anxiety. She continued showing me how to prepare the toy for use, but I remained anxious about the pain it would introduce. She soon helped it by explaining that another liberal application of lube on the body is needed before penetration.
"Okay, I'm ready to show you. Watch what I do with the tip and how I manipulate the toy as I use it."
She positioned herself on her side and applied the lube to her ass hole and pushed a finger in.
"You can use your finger or a much smaller toy to prepare," she said, fingering herself slowly.
When she deemed herself ready, she took the toy and pressed it against the tight hole.
"You have to relax yourself, if you don't it won't go in easily. Actually," she said with a sarcastic grin, "if it
