V spent close to an hour ruthlessly fucking me raw. Flat on my back, hands behind my knees, holding myself wide and high as she tortured my hole with a smallish toy. It was her preparations which made such a innocent looking plug hurt so much because she’d fingered, stretched, and stuffed me until I was properly tenderized. Now I was so raw that every thrust burned my sore hole. But no matter how much I whined or begged, V didn’t stop. She was pushing me over a threshold.
I surrendered to cross that threshold, and truly gave myself over to her will for the first time. Once I submitted fully, the pain became bearable. Not that my yielding caused her to relent immediately, but I like to think she was satisfied and stopped hurting me a bit sooner once I gave up.
As she relaxed against the headboard, I lay next to her , my cheek pressed to her thigh. We remained like this for some time. But it wasn’t long before I became anxious and got that indescribably compelling rush of neediness and feverish cravings. V would be leaving soon, and I desperately wanted more – more contact – more of the scent and taste of her – more suffering for her – more of the intimate and secure feeling I get once she’s impaled and wrapped me up. As my hole was still throbbing from having been used, I asked, with kind of timid embarrassment, for her to please fuck me with her strapon.
Rolling onto her side to look at me, her expression was wholly unimpressed. But she said nothing because nothing needed to be said. The look on her face a was all I needed to know what ran through her mind.
“Is that what you call begging?” she was thinking,“Try again, little slut. Try again…” (more…)