Sweet Surrender Ch 08

Alexandra's paddle proved to be a terribly efficient instrument for elevating my arousal. The sting of its bite caused my eyes to tear up and my pussy to inexplicably moisten after five blows. Though I squirmed in her lap, the palms of my hands never once broke contact with the floor, even when Alexandra obviously gave her final blow a little extra effort.

"Oh, your sweet little bottom is such a delightful shade of red," Alexandra cooed. "I love seeing it look like this."

I moaned into her touch; the palm of her hand and fingertips leached the last of the stinging sensation from my blistered bottom. She massaged and squeezed at my fleshy yet taut globes as I further fell under her dominant spell, the throbbing beat behind my clit reminding me of the base beat from techno music in a dance club.

"Ooo, you're so wet it's running down your inner thighs," Alexandra announced, her voice sounding throaty and excited at the sight of it. "You really do like having that little bottom spanked, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Alex," I replied with a moan.

Then she entered me. The feel of her fingers made me squirm even more; the desire to have her fuck me was almost too much to bear.

"This wet cunt tells me that you're having naughty thoughts. Am I right?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whined.

"And what does my little kitten need?"

"I need you to fuck me, please!" I begged as I tried to press back against her hands to force her fingers deeper.

I groaned in complaint as I felt her digits leave me, their absence instantly filling me with regret. But then I felt a new feeling, one I had never even considered allowing anyone to elicit. It made me squirm even more.

"Oh, look at what I've found," Alexandra announced, her finger suddenly massaging my sphincter, its tip probing at my rosebud, wetting it with my juices. "Whoops! I got it wet. I guess I'll have to give it a thorough cleaning now that I've gotten started."

True to her word, she once again dipped her fingers inside my needy opening, the sound of them sloshing inside me telling me precisely how wet I was. All too quickly, though, they were gone again and probing at my bottom, that time with a bit more purpose.

"Does that nasty man you're married to ever play with your bottom?" she asked in a seductive voice. "Or has anyone else?"

"No," I replied with a moan, her constant tickling of my bottom driving me to distraction.

"You mean I get to be the first?"

The meaning behind her words hit me full force. The realization that I was about to give up my anal virginity made me wiggle my bum in anticipation. I wondered what it would feel like, and if I would like it. Anxiety warred with trust: so far, I'd enjoyed everything Alexandra had done to me, so why would this be any different?

"Hop up," she ordered softly as she patted my bottom.

I stood up and watched as she walked over to her wall of toys and opened a drawer, retrieving a box, the contents of which I was unable to discern. She set the package down on the top bar of our spanking bench and then pried the top loose, opening its flap.

"Ah, here we are," Alexandra said, picking up the smallest of the items in the box and holding it up for me to see. "Do you know what this is?"

I had a distinct feeling that I did. The thing she was holding had a round handle roughly the size of a quarter that was attached to the main body of the device. It was fairly thin where it connected to the handle, but swelled a good bit in the middle before tapering again to a rounded point.

"A butt plug?"

"Good girl," Alexandra said with a grin. "Can you be an obedient little slut and wear this home for me tonight? It will mean keeping that nasty man you're married to away from your sinful little body, but I don't believe that's too much for me to ask for."

I bet you don't,

I thought, smiling within.

She pulled out a bottle of lube and squeezed the applicator on the tip. A sizeable globule of the water-based substance dripped down onto the plug, then oozed down its surface.

"Back in my lap," she demanded while sitting down in the chair and patting her thighs. I once again assumed the position she typically spanked me in, leaving my bottom in the perfect position to be accessed.

"You might feel a little bit of pressure," she announced, as the feel of one of her fingers once again pressed against my sphincter.

"Oh!" I said with surprise as the tip of her digit suddenly bypassed the ring of my bottom and slipped inside me.

"How does that feel?" she asked me.

Weird,

I thought. Out loud, I said, "Not bad. It's just the feeling of being full."

I felt her finger work its way in and out several times before it was withdrawn altogether. Then there was a different feel to the probing, and before I could figure out precisely what it was, I had two fingers inside my bottom. Alexandra dipped them in and out and scissored them slightly. It wasn't a bad feeling at all - just the slightest feeling of stretching along with an increasing sensation of being full.

"And that?"

"It isn't bad."

"Good, then," she replied. "I believe we're ready."

She removed her fingers from me, and my bottom suddenly felt as though it was empty. That feeling passed quickly as she placed the plug against my rosebud and began to press. The stretching was much more pronounced that time, yet also smoother than her fingers had been. There was a moment of burning and discomfort before the butt plug popped inside me, the feeling of it hard to describe as the stinging sensation faded.

"How does that feel?" Alexandra asked, patting my bottom to signal me to stand.

"Like I have to go poo," I replied, being totally frank.

"Do you think you can keep it in until tomorrow for me?"

I thought about what that would entail. Was it even possible for me to rush around the house doing all the things I needed to do - cooking supper, doing laundry, and other general cleanings - while having the novel invader buried in my bottom? Wouldn't its currently mild discomfort eventually become a major source of irritation?

"What if I do have to go to the bathroom?" I asked, thinking I could see a way out of having to do as she'd asked without displeasing her.

"Simple! You just reach behind you and grab the plug and pull it out, do your business and then put it back in. I know you have some lube at home. I bet it's in your nightstand."

"And how do you know that?" I asked playfully with an arched eyebrow, wondering once again how she seemed to read me so well.

"Easy. You'd obviously keep it close to where the action takes place, and I know a hot little number like you can't possibly get very wet for that dreadful little man you married."

"He has a name, you know," I replied with a laugh, already forgetting the item tightly packed in my bum.

"And I will use it the first time he impresses me enough to seem worthy of it," Alexandra replied with an upturned nose that made me laugh again. "And speaking of that little troll: I need to discuss something with you."

"Okay," I replied, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

"Are the two of you still having sex?"

I felt an instant sense of relief in knowing that I could give her an honest answer that would surely please her. "Actually, we haven't had sex since the night I met you."

"And do you think that's wise? How often do you typically have marital relations?"

I couldn't help but laugh a little inside at the clinical way she chose to describe Steve fucking me. It was like she was trying to distance herself from the thought even while discussing it. And like the fact that she refused to say his name, I found it adorable.

"We usually have it every Saturday night like clockwork."

"That's it?" Alexandra replied, clearly stunned by my answer. "You mean to tell me he's not trying to ravish your sinful little body every chance he gets?"

"I'm sure that he's telling his friends and work colleagues that he is, but in reality, Steve has an incredibly low sex drive. It's one night a week consisting of a minimum of foreplay followed by roughly three minutes of pumping inside me before he comes. He's typically asleep five minutes later, leaving me to find my own satisfaction with one of my toys."

"He should be arrested! Does he not know who he's married to, and how many people would give their right arm to take his place at your side?"

I blushed at her compliment because I knew that she was being sincere. It was written all over her face. So, feeling the need to please her, I quickly answered her original question instead of the one she'd just asked. "Yes, I can do it. I'll keep the plug in until work tomorrow."

"Wonderful!" she replied, clearly pleased. "I can't begin to tell you how happy it makes me to know that I'll be owning that sweet little ass of yours in no time! Now, let's see which strap-on I plan to use on you today!"

I felt my pulse race at once at the prospect of having her inside of me. Before I'd met Alexandra, penetrative sex had done little more than ignite the pilot light of my arousal. But with the way Alexandra skillfully wielded a strap-on and her seemingly never-ending supply of differently shaped and sized dildos, I could never get enough of her fucking me. I found myself fantasizing when away from her about the times she'd taken me and possessed my body as if she owned me. It excited me tremendously, and all the more because they were memories - things I'd actually done, and that she'd done to me. My curiosity even propelled me to search the internet for new dildos. The thought of buying one and presenting it to her to fuck me with really turned me on.

I watched her go through the various drawers, quickly finding a harness but apparently being fussy about the toy she wanted to violate me with. That thought reminded me of the object safely ensconced in my ass. What would it feel like to be vaginally fucked while having something seated in my bottom? Would it be uncomfortable, or would it only elevate the eroticism of the experience, sending me higher and higher until my arousal reached the stratosphere and I threatened to escape the bonds of the Earth and float away weightlessly into nirvana?

"Ah, here we go!" Alexandra announced, seemingly pleased with her ultimate choice. I watched as she turned towards me, pressing a dildo into the harness and twisting it to lock it in place. Her choice of the faux phallus wasn't as long as the last two she'd mated me with. It was perhaps seven inches in length, which was still two more than my husband was capable of giving me. But where it wasn't one of her longest selections, it was still thick, had a wicked upward curve, and was studded with ridges and bumps. "This one is designed to stimulate a woman's g-spot, and having had it used on me, I can personally guarantee that it works."

That was information I certainly found interesting. I just couldn't imagine the demanding and dominant Alexandra I knew ever giving up control long enough to be the one receiving a pounding. She just seemed too measured and controlling to ever be willing to submit, but I did find the idea of it very intriguing.

"You know what I want, kitten," she said suggestively, a seductive look in her eyes.

"I do, Mistress Alex," I replied, walking over to the spanking bench and bending over it to place my hands on the opposing benches so that Alexandra could strap them to the apparatus.

She made short work of binding my hands before settling in behind me and dragging the swollen head of the dildo through my abundant wetness. I could still feel the plug nestled in my bottom; in fact, the position that I was in was making me more aware of its presence. As the thick and studded cock lined itself up with my sexual opening, I held my breath for an erotic and sensual new experience, ready to pass yet another milepost in this exciting new life I was living.

The head of the dildo penetrated me, the first of the knobby nodules scraping against my g-spot and sending a wonderful feeling radiating throughout me. My head was suddenly jerked up from the padding of the bench as Alexandra seized control of my hair and pulled until the tendons in my neck were stretched to their limits.

And the visitor in my bottom? Well, I was very aware of it, each inward and outward stroke of Alexandra's devious implement rubbing against it and making me wiggle my fanny in delight. I was captivated by the feel of it; the pleasurable sensations literally scrambled my thought processes until I was incapable of uttering anything but gibberish, a constant flow of it escaping my mouth as I cried out in joyous rapture.

"My little kitten enjoys being fucked while having her ass stuffed," Alexandra said, the lilt in her tone revealing just how much that fact delighted her. "I can't wait until I can stuff your naughty little cunt and then fuck your ass so we can see whether you like that just as much!"

I heard her - every last word - but I was much too enraptured by what I was experiencing to have the presence of mind to formulate a coherent thought on the topic. I was slowly making the climb to some towering peak, and I suspected that once I went over the top, I would go over in a freefall, the exhilarating descent worth whatever fate awaited me at the bottom.

"You're creaming all over my cock, kitten! I may have to get you to clean it off with your tongue when we're through!"

I released a prolonged moan in reply, knowing that Alexandra knew she had me wrapped around her little finger. I couldn't imagine there was anything she could request of me that I would deny her, short of exposing myself in a manner that would threaten my marriage. I would gladly fellate one of her toys if it meant leaving her pleased with my act of submission. I was her slut, after all; what else could I do?

"Tell me that you love it when I fuck you, kitten," Alexandra ordered. I did love it, more than I'd ever thought possible. If you had told me even a week ago that I could climax as strongly as she could make happen, I would have called you a liar. My life had been an AM existence back then, the sound coming through from one tinny speaker. But now my world was heard through Dolby Surround Sound with Bose subwoofers pounding out a beat that matched the clapping of her flesh against the backs of my thighs. No longer was I surprised about the levels of ecstasy that she could take me to. In truth, she was spoiling me, and I was loathed to think of possibly having to live without it.

"I love it!" I managed to say weakly, finally finding my voice as the pressure to come began to exert itself against the mental dam I'd erected to hold it in. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer, the building strain and burden near to overwhelming me. I was getting better at denying myself, my ability to last longer seeming to grow with each encounter. But it seemed that the greater my denial, the more drastically it wrecked me when I finally gave in, leaving me feeling like a limp noodle when Alexandra was done with me.

"Do you want to come for me, slut?" Alexandra demanded to know, slapping both of my ass cheeks loudly, the bite of her palm radiating down and directly into my sex - or, as she would so often refer to it, my "naughty cunt."

"Please, Mistress! I need it so badly!"

"Then I'm going to count down from five," Alexandra explained, "and when I reach zero you can come.

Not

before and

not

after. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Alex!"

"Five!" she called out, bringing her palm down in a most callous manner against both cheeks of my bottom.

"Four!" she added, again making my ass sing in pain.

"Three!" Alexandra said in a sonorous voice that told me how much she was enjoying herself.

"Two." My need to come was about to overwhelm my will to resist.

"One." She stung my bottom with one final set of blows, and I rejoiced in the fact that I was on the precipice of my rapturous delight.

"Zero!"

I came, my consciousness floating away into the ether as my body was filled to overflowing with pure unadulterated pleasure. It felt as though every nerve ending in my body began to sing an erotic aria all at once. Even as I rejoiced in its song, I was tangentially aware that Alexandra continued to plug away inside my gooey honeypot, the walls of my sex compressing against the faux phallus as it plundered my insides.

And then I blacked out.

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"I lost you there for a few seconds," Alexandra said softly into my right ear as I reclined back against her, her arms wrapped around my waist as she kissed my neck. I let out a deep sigh, enjoying every microsecond of the time I spent with her. While I loved having her dominate me, it was the quiet moments afterward that I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her sweetness meant as much to me as her saltiness - maybe more.

"One of these days you're going to send me out into oblivion," I said, "and I won't be able to find my way back." Her gentle kisses raised goose bumps on my neck and down across my shoulders, but all I could offer in exchange was a tired smile. She'd truly worn me out.

"I'll always be there to guide you back. I'm your safety line, and you won't get away from me quite so easily."

"I don't want to," I replied as her lips once again nestled into the crook of my neck. "It's already depressing having to leave you to go home each day."

"Ah, which brings us back to the topic of 'he who should not be named,'" Alexandra said while making air quotes.

"Do we have to? I haven't even gotten to make you come yet."

"Oh, don't you worry about that. I came when you did. Trust me, I will always get mine."

"Still, I was really looking forward to going down on you," I said, sticking my bottom lip out in a faux pout to further exemplify how badly I wanted to partake of her goodies once again.

"It will just take a second, and it's important."

"Okay," I said in a huff.

"You can't stop having sex with your husband."

"Why?" I asked - not that I'd actually decided to end his conjugal right. I had been coming up with excuses however to delay having to go back to having sex with him, so I suddenly became more interested in what she had to say.

"Because it could be dangerous to what we have. There's nothing that can leave a man more suspicious that his wife is having an affair than to have her suddenly become uninterested in sex. If you cut him off, he's going to wonder why, and, call it an educated guess, but he's not going to waste much time considering that you're simply upset or unwell."

"Really?"

"Definitely, and believe me when I say that the last thing that I'd ever want to suggest is for you to be intimate with that misogynistic, homophobic little goblin. If you were ready to leave him and file for divorce, then I'd cheer you on and tell you to move out entirely, never mind just closing your legs. But you can't do that if you honestly expect to stay and remain married to him."

The thought of proactively deciding to end things with Steve sent a jolt of fear through me. How could I afford to go back to a life of abject uncertainty and poverty after having been able to live the last two years in relative comfort and leisure? Was there really anything worth risking that?

Well, there's this new life with Alexandra that you've happened upon.

But this is just for fun, isn't it?

Come on! Tell me you're not developing feelings for her! Can you honestly say that she isn't constantly on your mind? It's not just about the amazing, mind-blowing, literally-consciousness-interrupting... okay, we're getting distracted by the sex part again, but you know I'm right.

I had to admit that I'd been thinking about her more and more often, even on those rare occasions when I didn't do it intentionally. While the sexy thoughts were plentiful, I was also reminiscing about the way she treated me: the sweet things she said, the gentle touches, and how she'd gone out of her way to include me in her life. I also adored all of her little quirks, like how she couldn't refer to my husband by name, or the way she always insisted on doting on me after we'd had a rather intense session of lovemaking.