I scurried home as quickly as I could, doing my best to keep the dirty dildo and panties hidden under my arm. It was Friday night, so the city was bustling, but most people were focused on themselves, so I slipped through the crowds and to the safety of my apartment unnoticed.
Once home, I fell on my bed, thinking about what had just happened. This spandex goddess had just taken me. She had filled my ass with her cock, making me hers. I kept going back to the moment when she first fully penetrated me. It was just play at first, but when she gave that powerful thrust, filling me completely, something changed. In that moment, we had come together as one, and she, as the penetrator, was in full control. I belonged to her now. I was her property. While that thought thrilled me, I didn't fully understand it. It wasn't natural for a woman to take a man like that, and if you had asked me a week ago, I would have detested the idea. Tonight, though, it made me feel complete in some way. It opened new pleasures to me physically - even more than when I've had "normal" sex - and completely transformed me mentally. While I was surprised at how great the physical act of her penetrating me felt, despite the accompanying pain, the mindfuck of being totally possessed by this goddess, of being her sex toy, took everything to a new level. I now desperately needed Mistress Jennifer and needed her inside me again. I slowly drifted off to sleep, replaying in my mind her cock penetrating me, taking me, filling me repeatedly, while my little clit just bounced around freely.
The next morning, I woke up, still in my clothes. As I rolled over, my cheek bumped into something firm on the bed. I opened my eyes to a large dildo right next to my face with pink panties lying on top. The memories of last night rushed back. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue to lick the black, rubber cock, but quickly changed my mind as the smell reminded me that it had been buried in my ass. Whether morning wood or the memory of last night, my clit was hard again. As I moved to pleasure myself, I felt something in my ass. I reached around to find the butt plug falling out, likely from Mistress Jennifer expanding my asshole last night. As I pushed it back in, I moaned, reminded of the pleasure of having something inside me. I found the lube next to my bed, greased the butt plug and my clit, and began to masturbate while slowly massaging my prostate with the plug. I came quickly, then relaxed back onto the bed, the dildo and panties next to my head, a silver butt plug in my ass, and my chest covered in my cum.
After taking a shower, I began to pull myself back together. I was relieved that this was Saturday, so I didn't have to rush. On the other hand, I typically didn't go to the gym on the weekends, and so it would be a couple days until I could see my brunette goddess again. I wasn't sure if I could make it, as I needed to be with her, to have her inside me again.
In addition to my normal weekend activities, I made time to clean the dildo. Thinking about my mistress, I took great care, hand washing it with soap and water, taking time to build a thick lather and slowly rubbing it up and down for a thorough clean.
Once clean, I got a bit curious and tried sucking it, seeing how it filled my mouth. My submissive feelings rushed back as it entered, and I closed my eyes and thought of Mistress Jennifer standing over me, wielding this cock as I consumed it. I lost myself for a minute in the blow job, but then I felt the butt plug shift again in my swollen ass. I let out a slight moan at the feeling and felt the immediate need to fill my ass with the dildo. I stripped naked and put a towel on the hard floor, standing the dildo on the towel. Next, I grabbed the lube, massaged some into my ass and then gave the dildo a hand job. When ready, I squatted carefully over the dildo and slowly lowered myself onto it, using my hands to guide it in. I moaned as the tip of the rubber cock entered my boi-pussy. Slowly I moved up and down, getting a little lower with each thrust. Soon I felt the cock pass through the first opening, and my ass sucked it in. "Umpffff," I exclaimed as it filled me up. I continued to pump up and down, enjoying the feeling of fullness with each thrust while my clit bounced to the rhythm. Riding the cock felt wonderful, but it wasn't truly the same as the previous night, as I needed her - her power, her control, her superiority. While "full", I still felt a bit "empty", desperate to see her again. As I bounced, I went to rub my clitty and immediately exploded again, covering myself, the towel and the floor with my cum.
I cleaned everything again, including myself, and got dressed for the day. I skipped my jewel - the silver butt plug with the pink crystal that Mistress Jennifer had given to me, as I was worried it would fall out given my swollen asshole, but I did put on the pink thong, giving a little shiver as I pulled it over my bum and clit.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I met friends for lunch, went for a walk, and picked up some items - a usual Saturday. That night, I grabbed dinner with friends and hit up a bar. It was a bit of a surreal feeling at the bar. I spoke to a couple girls, but without as much eagerness as before, as there was only one girl I wanted to be with. Plus, if I did take her home, she would find out about my pink panties or might see Mistress' dildo. Most of the time, though, I was watching the girls, trying to figure out whether any of them were like Mistress Jennifer - did they have a strap-on at home, did they want to dominate a guy? I was sure most were like Mistress' roommate, Riley, who wanted an alpha male, and she had one in Brad, but surely some of these girls might want to be the alpha. I imagined dropping to my knees in front of a couple of them, who looked more dominant, and kissing their feet - what would the reaction be? Or perhaps kneeling behind a couple of them with strong asses and giving them a peck. I chuckled to myself as I thought these things, my friends oblivious to what was going on in my head. All in all, though, I really just wanted Mistress Jennifer, and to be ridden by her, to be controlled by her, again.
When I got home, I was horny and lonely, worked up from my thoughts at the bar and desperate for Mistress Jennifer. I threw off my clothes, keeping only my pink thong, grabbed the dildo and lube and jumped on the bed. I passionately kissed the dildo, imagining it was strapped on Mistress, trying my best to impress her with my devotion. Then I started taking it deep in my mouth, forcing myself to gag on it, as I tried to consume all of it, imagining her shoving it into me.
After a couple rounds of gagging and slurping, I needed "her" back in me. I got on my hands and knees on the bed, lubed up the cock and my boi-pussy, and shoved it in. Maybe it was the prior sessions or the alcohol from the bar, but it went easier this time, and I pumped it in and out, in and out, thinking of submitting to my goddess. I hadn't touched my clit yet, but it was rock hard, flopping below me, desperate for some friction. I ignored it, though, continuing to focus on thrusting the cock and experiencing the pleasure of being penetrated in my ass. I moaned as I pumped, trying to get it further in with each thrust. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My clit needed attention, so I shoved the cock into my pussy as far as it would go and reached down to rub the nub of my clit. Immediately, my clit began to spurt, spraying cum everywhere, as it flailed. I kept trying to grab it to fully pump, but I was shaking uncontrollably. Finally, I collapsed on the bed, lying naked in my own puddle of cum with a dildo in my ass and panties somewhere on my legs.
After a couple minutes of post-orgasmic calm, I forced myself get up, freshen up in the bathroom, and remove the dildo. Having accomplished that, I fell back down on my cum-soaked sheets and went to sleep.
The next morning, I felt a bit ashamed of what I had done the night before. It was one thing for my goddess to make me do something, but another for me to do it on my own. Was I really this pathetic? The stickiness of the sheets and my ripped panties seemed to answer that. I felt I needed to get myself together today. To start, I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself and the dildo. Then I occupied myself with some work items and called up some friends for brunch, as I needed to distract myself.
That afternoon, though, I remembered that I had ripped my panties, the thong ones that Mistress wanted me to wear, so I needed to get another pair. I headed back to the Victoria's Secret, ready to do better this time. My heart sank, though, when the same girl saw me, and immediately came over.
"So, back for more? I'm not surprised. You only bought two pairs last time. You don't want to do laundry every day. You need at least a pair for each day of the week," the clerk offered cheerfully.
She knew they were for me, so I should own that, but at least she didn't know the whole story.
"Good idea. I really didn't think that through, did I?" I responded. "So, what do you suggest? I liked the pink thong, and I need it replaced, and I also liked the boy shorts."
"Fun!" she exclaimed. "Let's see what we can do for you."
She then led me over to where the panties were and began rustling through, picking out different ones and kind of making a pile.
"Okay," she said, turning back to me. "First, I have a replacement thong for you, plus a second, so you have two, and a second pink boy short. That should give you a good start. Now, let's do one each in hot pink, too, so that makes six. And then I think we should do a baby blue set, because it is just so cute. That makes eight. What do you think?"
