by Jamie Knight
I was a bit before the internet age, at least as far as what it turned into after WiFi and all that. Though I could also be considered an early adopter, not yet a teenager when the World Wide Web went public. A fact which in no small part assisted in my future fortunes.
I had always liked to find new ways to use the Internet, back when the consensus from “serious adults” amounted to computers being toys and the Internet being a fad.
Sure showed them, didn’t I?
It had been a while since I’d seen my friends, focused as I was on training Celeste. It was a relief to watch them appear on my screen. They looked very much like they were there in the room with me.
“Hey, he’s alive,” Jade said.
“Well, I’ll be,” Xavier concurred.
“I guess I deserve that,” I said, chuckling. “How did you guys make out?”
“Great. There was a bit of an issue with the delivery but once I’d set everything up, I was ready to go. I’ve have my very own live-in pet,” Xavier boasted.
“What about you?” I asked Jude.
“Well, not to brag…”
“But he will, just wait,” Xavier cut in.
“Pot, this is kettle, kettle this is pot,” Jude shot back.
“Boys, boys, not reason to fight,” I interjected.
“Yes, there always is, but in any case. I also set up my own club and have a hottie living with me now.”
“That’s great,” I said, meaning it.
“So, who won the contest?” Jude asked.
“We all did, and I guess the prize is that we have found companionship. And maybe some of us have even found love,” I announced.
“Who are you and what have you done with my good friend Josh?” Xavier demanded, raising an eyebrow at me in honest skepticism.
I couldn’t blame him for his incredulity. I certainly had a history of being competitive and always wanting to win.
In that moment though, it was genuinely gratifying to see my friends happy and to know that they were satisfied with their arrangements. I could hardly believe I was in a committed relationship myself, but there it was.
Celeste really was perfect for me, and we complemented each other beautifully. I loved her so much it hurt, and she seemed to feel the same about me.
“It’s still me, I’ve just finally found everything I need,” I said.
When our call was over, I went to attend to other business, crossing the upstairs hall to a familiar room.
There she was. My pet and my love was tied securely to the cross table, face down so her beautiful ass was high in the air. Her pretty little pussy was on full display. She made a noise, her regular speech impeded by a strip of gaffer tape.
“Yes, pet, I’m back,” I coaxed, going over to be closer to her.
Her ass was so tempting, I couldn’t resist grabbing a couple of handfuls and squeezing hard. I was tempted to spank her but really only did that when she was bad and that rarely even happened anymore.
Usually when it did, it was on purpose, so she could give me a treat, knowing how much I enjoyed spanking.
Moving down to her wet and ready little cunt, I stroked her in light circles to get her warmed up before slipping my fingers in. First one, then more, then all of them, followed by my entire hand.
I ended up wrist deep in her. That was something that had become a lot easier since I’d deflowered her.
Laying a hand on the small of her back, I fisted her pretty hard, working her until she was cumming all over the place.
After cleaning us both with wet wipes, I checked her butt plug. It was a relatively small example of the type with a flared base, made out of black silicone. I gripped the base of the plug and moved it a bit, noticing how easily it slid in and out of her nicely stretched out asshole.
“You’re now ready for anal,” I said, taking the butt plug out of her with a pop.
Celeste gasped and hummed, pushing her ass back toward me. She was clearly eager for me to take her anal virginity.
In some ways, anal virginity was easier than vaginal, mostly because there wasn’t the cherry to contend with. The ass was as tight as it was going to be and would either stretch out enough or it wouldn’t.
Celeste was doing quite well.
Even with her stretched like she was, lube was always a good idea. Dolloping some warming lube into her gaping asshole, I applied some to my rock-hard cock as well.
Then I got into position. With the head of my cock poised to enter her stretched, virgin asshole, I reached down and removed the tape, so I could hear her moans as well as possible as I entered her.
As expected, Celeste let out a long, sweet moaning bellow as I breached the gates of her ass, pushing ever forward, making progress in inches. She made more, similar sounds, decreasing in intensity as she got used to being so absolutely stuffed, even as I worked a little more than half the length of my massive cock into her virgin ass.
I paused then, gently stroking her back and giving her time to adjust. When she was ready, I reached around with my other hand and lightly massaged her pussy as I started to move, gently working my cock inside her as I stretched her out even more.
As she adjusted, I went a little faster and a little harder, until I was properly fucking her sweet plump ass. Not too hard, just a steady, moderate rhythm she really seemed to love.
Her perfect pet tendencies finally reached full fruition, which was a fact which filled my heart with joy. I could hardly believe how good her tight, virgin ass felt around my cock as I fucked her in there. My sweet little pet almost sang her pure unbridled joy while I ass-fucked her.
With the combined stimulation of my hand working her clit as I fucked her tight little ass, it wasn’t long before Celeste started coming. The trembling was almost violent as she had a massive ass-gasm, though it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
I paused thrusting, giving her a chance to finish, and then kept going until I unleashed my nightly torrent of cum right up her sweet round ass. My beloved little pet was moaning near a howling level as I did.
I pulled out slowly, while still giving her vaginal stimulation.
It was a bit of a challenge to get the restraints undone on account of the lube on my hands. But eventually they gave way and I scooped Celeste up into my arms.
“Good girl,” I cooed, as she nuzzled against my neck. “That was great. I feel amazing. How about you?”
“Phenomenal,” she said. “Thank you, master.”
I gave her a tender, loving kiss and then I carried her from the playroom and down the hall to the shower to wash us both off.
I knew that was the first of many times I’d fuck her ass, and I planned to always make her feel just as good as we were both feeling now.
Chapter Eighteen - Celeste
That first time that Joshua took my ass, I felt a beautiful, calming warmth. Like slipping into a milk bath. My master wasn’t easy on me, but I didn’t expect him to be.
He pushed me to my limit but never went over it and I always enjoyed every minute of it. Joshua always backed off right before hurt turned into harm.
I hadn’t thought I’d ever meet someone I trusted enough to take my anal virginity. Not until Joshua. He was the first and would be the last to ever do that to me. My ass was his, so to speak, and I looked forward to him doing it a whole lot more.
And he did.
Over and over and over again as we spent more and more time together.
It was cozy under the sheets. Joshua’s arms were wrapped possessively around me. I felt so safe with him. So loved.
It had been months since I had slept in the playroom. Joshua had been serious about wanting me to be a proper partner for him.
He was still my master, and we had a 24/7 power-exchange relationship, but he treated me well. I had a full range of motion within the house, and he never did anything I didn’t want him to.
I almost never used it, but I did hav
e the power to say no, or stop. We had a safe word. I could also do anything I wanted. He had the power to make that happen. I just had to ask him first.
He also rarely said no to anything I requested, really only using his veto power when it was something that might be genuinely dangerous. He seemed to want to keep me healthy and in one piece.
It made a refreshing change to the selfish assholes who didn’t really seem to care if I lived or died. Just as long as they got to have fun with me first. Joshua had told me he’d talked to Mark about how he treated his pets, and that he was going to be keeping a close eye on him.
I really was amazed by the contradiction inside him. It combined genuine love and protectiveness for those he saw as innocent and an almost calm brutality he used on the guilty and abusive.
I did end up asking Molly what had happened to her. It wasn’t my stepdad, but someone quite like him, who had done similar things to her. She told me how Joshua got her out of there and what he had done to her abuser, to make sure he could never hurt another child.
It was only a working relationship for them— she was his servant, not his pet— but he had still helped her, and she told me she would always be grateful for that. Watching him help me, too, reminded her of what he had done for her and she was glad that I too could escape my abuser.
I could feel my lovely master stirring beside me now. His hand slid up to my tits, gently squeezing them, as he planted gentle kisses on the back of my neck. I hummed and pushed myself back against him in response, feeling his morning wood press up against my ass.
“Morning, pet,” he said, between kisses.
“Morning, master.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, master,” I said, opening my legs, so he could check.
Stroking his hand over my belly, my master cupped my very wet pussy, slipping two fingers up inside. He was making me ready by gently finger fucking me, getting it ever wetter. I reached back over my hip and took his big, hard cock in my hand, stroking him as he fingered me.
I came all over his hand, which he made me clean up with my mouth. I did it with delight, keeping my hand firmly around his cock. When I was done, we shifted positions somewhat and I took him in my mouth.
With his hand on my head, controlling things, I started out slow and gentle, spiraling my tongue around, sucking the head from time to time too. Then, at his urging, I half swallowed his massive member, taking it well into my throat. Steeling my nerves, I sucked him hard.
I stroked his shaft in tandem and massaged his balls until he loosened a massive load down my throat, which I swallowed gamely.
My lord, lover and master smiled down at me, gently stroking my cheek. Taking me by the hips, he pulled me up to him, planting several soft kisses on me.
Keeping hold of me, he turned us over so that he was on top. I opened my legs wide to make things easier as he stroked the head of cock against my pussy, as was his ritual. This was how we spent every morning. Yet I stilled loved and cherished each instance as though it was the first and last.
I yelped as he pushed in, his beautiful cock filling up every inch of my tight little pussy. It just felt so good I couldn’t help it. With all due care and attention, he started to move, tenderly working his master cock inside me, angled so it stroked my clit and g-spot at the same time.
This was just the warmup. When he felt I was about to cum, he stopped abruptly and eased back. I knew better than to ask what was wrong. Nothing was. It was just how he did things. And I had come to love the tease.
True to form, he adjusted the position, putting my legs up so my ankles were resting on his shoulders. Then, all of a sudden, he shoved all the way inside me and pounded the ever-loving daylights out of me while holding my hands up over my head so that I was completely helpless.
I screamed my hymns to Venus as my lover fucked me silly, filling me with joy as well as his big, hard cock. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he finished, blasting a huge load deep inside me, making sure that if I wasn’t already pregnant, I would be soon.
“Okay, pet?” he asked, his cock still deep inside me.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.”
Kissing me again, he slowly pulled out and gently turned me over. My entire body tensed with anticipation as I knew what was coming next. I loved everything we did, though if I had to pick an absolute, all-time favorite, the one thing I would choose to do with him for the rest of my life, it would definitely be anal.
Sweetheart that he was, Joshua took things slow to make sure nothing would hurt. After stroking my mass with both hands, he started kneading it.
He was actually making my muscles relax, so I sank even further into the mattress, my master lovingly spreading my cheeks and rimming me expertly. I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out as intense pleasure jolted through me.
He always let me know what was coming next, with his body. It hadn’t taken long to figure out Joshua’s rituals, so I always knew what he was going to do. He lay his warm, gentle hand on my shoulder, so that I was sure I was in for a good hard ass-fucking.
Leading with the head, he started to push in. My ass hole slowly gave way as he entered me.
I’d gotten to the point that I didn’t even need butt plugs to get ready anymore. Just having him touch me down there was enough to get me ready for action.
“Fuck!” I screamed, as he pushed into half-mast.
“Fuck good or fuck bad?” Joshua asked.
“Fuck excellent!”
“That’s the idea,” he teased.
He wasn’t kidding, either. Both hands warmly on my shoulders, my skilled master fucked me into beautiful oblivion. I was so glad he broke me, and we were able to have such wonderful fun.
I came a lot and when my last orgasm ended, I was back in his warm embrace. His sweet lips planted warm kisses on my face and neck.
“You okay?” he asked, reaching down and stroking my asshole.
“Yes, master.”
“Good. I have something serious to ask you.”
“What’s that, master?” I asked, getting a bit nervous.
“Well, I meant it when I said I want to take care of you. I want you in my life forever, or at least as long as we live. So, what I want to ask you, Celeste, is, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I cried, tears of joy already beginning to flow.
Epilogue
Celeste
The timing could hardly be better. We had planned a social distancing event using Joshua’s platform, though it looked very much like the lockdown would be lifted by the wedding date.
It was far too late to book a church, due to a lot of couples getting there before us, but the woods were still available, specifically those that surrounded our house. It still felt a little odd to think of it that way, as our house, but Joshua insisted.
He was clear and serious about us sharing our lives together and said that everything that was his was also mine. It was a bit of a shock for a working-class girl, but I was trying to handle it and I knew I could.
Joshua looked wonderful as usual, standing under the flower arch between the mighty trees in his custom-made tuxedo. My dress had been designed to fit me perfectly by one of the best designers in the state and made me look absolutely amazing. The bouquet of a dozen orchids didn’t hurt, either.
Joshua even extended the same courtesy of paying for the designer to April, my Maid of Honor, making her look both classy and sexy, which was a feat of near Herculean proportion. Her eye had healed up nicely, and she seemed happier than usual.
The party was in the ballroom, which of course Joshua had, his house closer to the size of a neighborhood. Our house, I correctly myself mentally.
It warmed my heart so see everyone so happy. Joshua had invited a few friends, and Molly, of course, although most of the guests were seated on my side of the aisle.
His two good friends were there with their own “pets” as we
ll. Amazingly, they had also set up their own Club Lush at home, and fallen in love during quarantine.
I was also surprised but delighted to meet his beautiful and charming sisters. Seeing how well they’d turned out only gave me even more hope for the children I hoped we would have, considering how he had basically raised them. His baby sister, Megan, was the one who had told me so.
“You look good,” I said, sitting down next to April, flagrantly breaking tradition.
Not that Joshua or I minded much. We weren’t very traditional people, after all, and our relationship was unconventional, but just perfect for us.
“I’ve had a weight taken off my shoulders.”
“About a hundred and eighty pounds?” I speculated.
“Bang on. I got sick of my ex’s freaky stuff,” she confirmed. “It was fun for a while but then it got too weird. He wanted to put an eggplant up there.”
“Ouch,” I said, which was really saying something.
“I’m better now. I’m with a different guy, and we’re monogamous, if you can believe it. Well, mostly anyway.”
“No more gang bangs?”
“Nope, none at all. The only unconventional thing about us is that we’ve started exploring BDSM ourselves.”
“That’s really great,” I said, genuinely happy for her.
“Your situation is great, too, babe,” she told me. “I mean, my new guy makes bank—and works a bit too much, which is why he couldn’t be here today, but I swear you’ll meet him soon— but you are living in a freaking mansion.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, right?” I asked rhetorically, grinning from ear to ear.
I never even saw him coming. My master walked up behind me, gently squeezing my ass.
“We have to go get ready for the honeymoon,” he said.
“Josh, thank you so much for all you did for me, and Celeste,” April said, for what seemed like the twenty-seventh time.
“No sweat,” he said, with a grin.
I’d already set her straight about the video and told her how Joshua had handled it, of course. I was so glad that things were working out so well for all of us after all that. I fully intended to invite her and her new boyfriend around for dinner sometime.
