by L. DuBois
“Relax,” he ordered as he released her. The top of the lube bottle clicked and Anna imagined him coating the plug. The hard tip pressed against her anus. His other hand spread her ass apart once more.
“Anna, relax,” he barked.
Taking a shuddering breath she released the tension in her leg and ass muscles. The tip of the plug slid in.
“Good girl.” He applied pressure and the thick acrylic entered her, pressing deep into her body, each millimeter opening her more.
The widest part entered. Anna felt the plug narrowing. The base pressed against her and she breathed a sigh of relief. Master Jensen thumbed her pussy, rubbing her clit.
Anna moaned in pleasure, perilously close to orgasm. Jensen chuckled. “Not yet, love.”
He undid the straps holding her down and helped her off the cross. Anna clung to his shoulders as she stood, the plug shifting within her.
“Master,” she whimpered.
“The sun has barely set. I’m not nearly done with you.”
Master Jensen left her there, disappearing into the dark. A minute later the lights came up—spotlights dimming while recessed lights turned on, filling the room with a blue glow. It was twilight, with the starry pinprick lights still visible in the ceiling, but she could now see the rest of the room, beyond what had been illuminated by the spotlights. Master Jensen stepped up to a pommel horse near the large mirror. He patted it and then crooked his finger at her.
“Come here, Anna.”
Chapter Four
Anna walked carefully towards her Master, aware of the plug shifting with each step. She paused beside the waist-high padded bar. Like the equipment used in gymnastics, it had two legs and a thick upper cross piece. Unlike in sports, it was covered in black vinyl, and straps and chains dangled from the underside.
Anna stopped two feet back and licked her lips. She’d never been used on the horse before, though she’d seen it used in a variety of ways. She hoped he was going to have her sit on it and spread her legs so he could fuck her. The presence of the plug in her ass made it impossible to calm the need inside her. To be a good sub was to live in conflict, relishing in near-constant arousal while simultaneously being serene and accepting.
Right now she didn’t feel serene. She felt like she was barely controlling the urge to jump on Master Jensen and ravage him.
“Come here, lean against the horse.”
Anna brushed Master Jensen as she passed him, enjoying the small contact. She leaned her hips against the horse.
“Hands behind your back.”
Anna rested her wrists on the small of her back, palms facing out. She felt him bend, felt his lips brush the centers of her palms before he took her wrists and separated them.
“Don’t just cross your wrists, fold your arms.” Jensen walked away.
Anna stared at the mirror, wondering who was on the other side, who was watching them. She folded her arms as much as she could, cupping the opposite forearms with each hand to better maintain the position.
Her Master returned, stroking her forearms with the tips of his fingers. She heard a zipper, then felt fabric brushing her arms.
“Master?”
“Did you already forget what was on our list?”
He tugged her arms away from her body, slipping something between them and her back. The zipper snicked softly and the fabric pressed against her forearms.
“Arm binders,” she whispered. A shiver raced down her back.
Master Jensen tugged, the fabric binder tightening. It completely encased her hands, forearms and elbows. Anna had to lean into the horse to hold her balance.
“This is a simple version. You get to keep your arms in a relatively comfortable position and it’s made of canvas. I can adjust the fit with laces.” His voice was soft. “If I enjoy this, then next time I’ll get a more extreme one. I’ll force your arms down straight and lace your arms in leather or vinyl. Uncomfortable for you, but it will present your breasts.”
Grabbing her hip, he spun her around. She fell back against the horse. Jensen eyed her—starting with her head and moving down her naked torso. His lips twitched. “You’re helpless like this, aren’t you?”
Anna shivered. “Yes, Master.”
He grabbed the tip of her breast and pulled. Anna took a half step forward. He released her nipple then slapped her breast, making the flesh jiggle.
“It’s different than cuffs isn’t it?” He asked.
Anna nodded—he’d said exactly what she was thinking. He’d restrained her more times and more ways than she could count, yet this felt different. She was far more vulnerable strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross or hogtied, but the total immobility of her arms while the rest of her was free and able to move around was disconcerting.
“Yes, Master. It feels strange and frightening.”
Jensen grabbed her upper arms and jerked her against his bare chest. He stared into her eyes. “Do you trust me, Anna?”
She met his gaze, understood that this wasn’t a casual question. She rose up on tip toe and kissed his cheek. “With my life,” she whispered.
They held each other’s gaze for a moment. Then, without speaking, Jensen spun her to face the mirror and shoved her down over the horse. Anna exhaled as her belly hit the padded top.
He slapped her ass and Anna wiggled until she was firmly planted on the wide top piece, her toes braced on the floor. It felt odd and a little uncomfortable to have her arms behind her back in this position.
Jensen touched her shoulder. “Relax your arms, the binder will hold them in place. Good girl. Now spread your legs.”
Anna inched her toes out to the side, the plug shifting as she moved.
“Good girl,” he said again, and her pussy clenched at the words. She loved it when he called her that. Raising her head, she watched him in the mirror. The sight of him—all raw power and strength towering over her as she lay helpless and bound before him was thrilling.
“How does that pretty little ass feel?” He tugged on the plug.
“Good, Master.”
“Are you ready to take the next size?”
“Next size?” Anna squeaked.
“This one isn’t even as thick as a cock. Did you think this was it? Before we’re done this weekend, you’ll be taking a large plug up that pretty ass—a very large plug.”
Anna gasped and licked her lips. She let her head hang for a moment, her hair falling around her. The idea of being forced to take something larger than his cock—which was, until now, the largest thing that had even been up her ass—was darkly thrilling.
His thumb stroked the outer lips of her sex. She was wet with need and his finger slid smoothly over her skin. Pinching and tugging the lips of her pussy was enough to have her rocking against the horse, but not enough to give her the direct pleasure she was craving.
“Master, please.” The words burst from her lips.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
“No.” As he spoke, he grabbed the plug and pulled. It took her by surprise and without thinking, she clenched down, trying to hold it in. The plug came free, forcing the tightened muscles of her ass to expand. Anna hissed and gasped at the pleasure-pain.
She heard the acrylic toy hit the floor the second before he started spanking her in earnest. His hand landed hard enough to have her screeching. “Master.”
He was silent as he continued to spank her. Anna’s toes left the floor as she thrashed under the painful swats. Each one spread fire over her ass, down to her pussy. The ultra-sensitive skin he’d abraded stung, throbbing like a bruise. Her nipples were rock hard, her pussy flooded with fresh moisture. The pain of the spanking made her clench her teeth even as she longed for him to escalate it, to move from his hand to a paddle, from a paddle to a whip.
As suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped. Over the sound of her own gasps, Anna was vaguely aware of Jensen’s labored breathing.
She slumped over the hors
e as he walked away. Her ass hurt, the stinging turned to throbbing. She raised her head, watching him return. The angle meant she couldn’t see his hands, and whatever it was he might be carrying. Planting a hand on the small of her back, he pressed something into her pussy.
Anna screamed in pleasure. It was as thick as his cock, but unlike his flesh, was cold. It didn’t go very deep, but that first moment of penetration was so intense that pleasure shot through her like lightening.
“Naughty girl, did you come?” Master Jensen twisted the thing inside her.
“No, Master. That just felt very, very good.” Anna sometimes wondered if these shocks of pleasure weren’t what other women called orgasms. She suspected that those who weren’t privileged to be used and played with by a Master didn’t know the soul-shattering pleasure that she called orgasm. Really it was a matter of semantics, and she certainly wasn’t going to admit that she sometimes had little mini-orgasms.
Maybe she wasn’t the most obedient submissive.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, pulling the toy out only to thrust it back in.
“A dildo, Master?”
“No, my pretty Anna.” He held it up so she could see it.
A silver plug gleamed in the light. It was short and very thick, more closely resembling a mushroom than the long, slender plug he’d pulled out only moments before. He twisted it and she could see that the flared base was set with a large glittering hunk of quartz. The neck of this plug was almost as wide as the largest part of the last one.
“This is your medium plug,” he said. His smile was devilish—his lips curled at one corner, his eyes sparkling.
“Medium?” she asked, looking between him and the plug.
“Well, it’s larger than the last one, but smaller than the next one I intend to shove into your ass.” His fingers dipped to her pussy, tracing a path up to her ass. He slid one finger into her. Anna shoved back against it.
“That…sounds like medium,” she said, barely paying attention to what she was saying. Master Jensen added a second finger, tunneling them into her ass. His thumb pressed against her abused butt cheek.
“It’s very heavy, so it will be hard for you to hold it in. As your ass muscle stretches and gets tired, you’re going to have to concentrate and focus on keeping it in.”
“How long do I have to keep it in, Master?”
“As long as it pleases me.” He withdrew his fingers, then pulled her ass cheek to the side.
The tip of the plug centered on her anus and Anna clenched. She couldn’t help it. The plug was too big, too heavy, too scary.
“Relax or I will force it in.”
“I—I can’t,” she whimpered.
“You have until the count of five. This can be very painful, or simply uncomfortable. The choice is yours, but this plug is going up your ass. One.”
Anna took a shuttered breath. The churning mixture of arousal, fear and submission made it hard to think.
“Two.”
The part of her that enjoyed masochism wanted to stay clenched, to feel the force and power of him as he bowed her to his will.
“Three.”
Her submissive part wanted to relax and let the plug slide in, stretching and filling her.
“Four.”
Anna took a deep breath, released it, and relaxed. She was, above all, a good—if not always completely obedient—submissive. If her Master wanted the plug inside her, she would submit; she would do what she could to give him what he wanted, to accept his dominance with grace—and she would trust that he knew her well enough that he would give her that pain she craved when it pleased him to do so.
“Good girl.”
The plug pressed in. There was barely any tapering. It almost felt as if he were trying to shove something flat into her. Anna took deep, slow breaths, struggling to relax. Jensen pulled the plug back, then pressed it against her again. This time her body gave, yielding to the heavy, hard thing. Her anus stretched, past the point of comfort. Anna cried out.
“Almost there,” he soothed. “Take this for me, my Anna. Yes, that’s a good girl.”
“It’s so big.”
“I know. I want you stretched.”
It slid in deeper, opening her further and Anna dropped her head, tears stinging her eyes. Jensen’s other hand was firm on her back, holding her down as he focused on her exposed and abused ass.
“A little more,” he soothed, his thumb rubbing the stretched ring of muscle. He shoved and Anna screamed.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “This is the widest part. I’m going to hold it here. I want you to accept it. Feel how stretched you are.”
“Y-yes, M-master.”
Anna’s anus tightened around the plug, clenching the massive thing. She cried out at the pain, at the invasion…and cream flooded her sex.
“Do you like it when I hurt you like this?”
Anna raised her head, met Master Jensen’s gaze in the mirror. They both knew the answer, but she said it anyway. “Yes.”
“Don’t look away.” With their eyes locked, Jensen pushed, the plug sliding all the way in, her body clenching around the neck. Compared to a moment ago, the neck was much smaller, but by no means small. There was no way for her to ignore how she was being stretched.
Jensen’s fingers slipped into her pussy. “You’re tight.”
“Your fingers feel big. Really big.”
He stroked her spine. “Finger. That’s only one finger.”
“One finger?”
He laughed at her shock. “I was going to fuck you, just enough to take the edge off.” He leaned against her, letting her feel the long, hard length of his cock. “But I don’t think I’ll fit.”
“You’ll fit.” Anna had no idea if that was true, but she wanted his cock in her, no matter the cost.
“I’ll fit somewhere,” he said darkly.
He circled the horse, showing her the crop he’d picked up off the floor. Laying it across her back, he undid his pants. Anna could have cheered. He was, unsurprisingly, underwear-less. His cock was long and thick. The tip was glistening, the foreskin pulled back to show the delicate mushroom head. She knew his cock almost as well as she knew her own body.
Anna wiggled off the horse, groaning as the plug pressed against her. She couldn’t wait to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.
Crack.
The crop struck her left breast, beside the nipple. Anna jumped, nearly falling due to her arms being behind her back.
“Back over the horse. I didn’t give you permission to move.”
Anna scrambled to obey, the harsh, angry tone one she rarely heard from him.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head up. His cock was there, the tip brushing her cheek. “Open.”
Anna opened her mouth, neck straining. He pushed his cock in, the head rubbing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She wasn’t used to sucking him in this position and she gagged and sputtered, spit leaking from the corner of her lips.
He pulled out then thrust in again. There was nothing elegant or skilled about this oral sex. He was using her, fucking her mouth. She drew in a breath as he pulled back, exhaling just as he thrust in.
“Good girl.” His tone was still rough. “I expect you to take my cock, even if the position is uncomfortable.”
There was nothing she could do but to accept the long, thick column of his dick as it pressed into her mouth.
“Lift your feet off the floor.”
Anna struggled to understand. That was all she had to balance.
“Lift them.” The crop lashed against her already-spanked ass.
Her submissive nature took over and she lifted her toes, bending her legs until her heels touched her butt. Now she was balanced on her stomach. The horse was plenty wide enough to support her, but she didn’t feel steady or secure. It felt like she was balanced on a wire, the only thing holding her up his grip o
n her hair and his cock in her mouth.
He bent his knees, adjusting the angle. Anna closed her eyes and gave herself over to her master, trusting him, submitting to him. She was his, he was hers. He continued to fuck her mouth, and as soon as she stopped worrying, her arousal returned with a vengeance. This was what she wanted—for him to use and fuck her. To have all control stripped away, to have every part of her touched, whether it be by pain or by pleasure.
The crop struck her ass, a much gentler swat than before. It was a quick sting followed by pleasant heat.
Tap, tap, tap. The crop worked the cheeks of her ass as he held her hair and fucked her. She knew he was about to come—could feel it in the way his cock twitched, hear it in his rapid breathing. The knowledge that she was going to make him come made her pussy and ass clench, the plug stretching that sensitive entrance to her body.
“Anna.” He breathed her name. It sounded like a prayer when he said it.
She worked her tongue along the underside of his cock. Swallowed the head when he thrust in deep. In the next moment, he was coming against her tongue. Anna cradled the head of his cock with her lips as he groaned.
Releasing her hair, he cupped her shoulders. She held his cock in her mouth, knowing he was too sensitive just after orgasm to enjoy stimulation. Her thighs were trembling from holding her legs bent up, her shoulders ached from the pressure of the arm binder, her belly hurt from lying over the horse, and her ass ached from the beating and the heavy plug that was still inside her.
Jensen pulled back, his semi-erect cock slipping from her mouth. She swallowed.
“You may put your feet down.”
She lowered them gratefully, adjusting her position on the horse and rolling her stiff neck. She could taste him on her tongue and she throbbed with the need to have him inside her.
He touched the plug and she jumped. Next, his fingers dipped into her pussy, stroking the swollen, aching lips of her sex.
“How close are you?” he asked.
“Very close, Master.”
“I think it’s time my pretty sub came.”
“Oh thank you, Jesus.”
Jensen barked out a laugh. He cupped her hips and in the next moment she felt his breath on her wet pussy.
