What He Took

He was stroking my hair as I laid next to him. My breathing had just returned to normal after what I had told him. I felt a bit hollowed out, although I didn't know what was yet to come. I didn't know just how empty I would become.

I felt him lift his head off of the pillow and I did the same in response. I looked at him with a silent question in my eyes. "Go get it," he whispered. I frowned and paused, hesitant to get up. "Go now," he said more loudly and with a smack to my ass for emphasis. I pouted but soon scooted off to the other room.

When I came back into the room, my hands were behind my back. "What do you have there?," he asked quietly. He kept using this creepy, soft voice that was probably meant to lull me into a sense of calm but instead made me even more apprehensive.

"A bottle," I mumbled.

"A bottle of what?," he led.

"A bottle of stuff," I sassed, giggling at my pathetic attempt at avoidance.

He grabbed the front of my bra and pulled me to the ground in front of him. "This isn't a joke, little girl. Tell me what you're holding."

I looked at the ground. "An enema, sir."

"That's right. And where am I going to put it?"

"In my ass," I mumbled.

He put me over his knee, but not before he offered me my favorite stuffed animal to hold. I cried into the plush fur of the animal as he put me into position, overwhelmed by my littleness and the humiliation of what he was about to do to me. He held me close to him as he squeezed the liquid into me. His palm was resting on my back and he massaged me in slow circles.

I wanted to leave right away. I wanted to keep my head low and to flee the room immediately. But he was watching the clock and he made me stay. He held me firmly in place, no matter how much I whined or pleaded. I found it easier to bear the wait if I stayed still and breathed slowly. He smoothed down my hair and rubbed my back as he held me down. I sniffled a little bit from time to time, but the sudden crying that came from that place of disbelief of what he was about to do had passed.

I waited forever. His voice was so kind as he told me that I had to wait just a little longer, that no, it was not time to go yet. He said these things as if they were out of his control, as if there was no helping how long he was making me wait. And I believed him.

I know now that he did not have to make me wait a proscribed period of time and that he was delaying just because he could. I know rationally in my mind now that my discomfort was his pleasure and this was all about trust and my training. But at that moment? I felt like a little child, railing against the unfair imposition of a harsh rule. The strange thing was that, again in that moment, I identified with him. He was on my side. He didn't want to make me wait; he just had to.

And even stranger, the whole thing started to feel a little hot. His hand on my back and his soothing voice, the anticipation and the slight flush at my cheeks. This was complete and total control over my body. I didn't have anything left that he didn't control now. This was ownership and domination, the most invasive kind. Every part of me belonged to him and he could dictate my every inner working. There was no part of me that didn't belong to him.

He let me go and I rushed off with a sense of relief. While I was gone, I wondered what he must think of me now. What could he possibly think now that I let him do this to me?

When I walked back into the bedroom, he looked at me with a serious expression on his face. "Now there's nothing between us, Kitten." After what I had told him just before, this felt like so much, all at one time. I was exposed to him like never before. I laid down next to him, touching his face with my fingertips. He pulled me to him and I swear we melted together. We were the same person. There was nothing between us, no secrets, nothing we didn't share. Everything about me is a part of him. I closed my eyes and cuddled closer.

Burn

He was hanging up the phone as I let myself into the house. "What did you bring, little girl?," He asked without turning toward me. I brought the purple satin bag over to him for inspection.

He set each item out on the table by the couch - the plug, the bottle of lube, the leather wrist restraints, the nipple clamps. I eyed the line-up warily. He had asked me to bring each of these things, but I didn't know whether (or in what manner) each would make an appearance.

He put a blanket on the floor by the couch. "On your hands and knees," he ordered without ceremony. "Did you get ready for me, Kitten?" I nodded quickly. I didn't (and still don't!) want to discuss what that entailed.

He slid the plug into my ass and all rational thought went out the window. It really only takes sinking the plug into place to drop me immediately into my most submissive headspace. He slid his cock into my pussy and I cried out. It was so tight and I felt so full. He started pounding into me and fooling with the plug at the same time - pushing it in deeper, moving it from side to side to stretch my asshole. I couldn't separate the sensations. They blended together into one great roar.

He pulled out the plug and started fucking my ass with a steady rhythm. He pulled out and back in went the plug. Over and over, he fucked my asshole with his cock then the plug, his cock then the plug. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my upper body against the ground. My ass was in the air, vulnerable. I was clawing at the ground and screaming myself hoarse. I was past the point of orgasm, or maybe I was still having one? I was too delirious to tell.

He continued fucking me, past the point where I thought I could bear it. But he had his grip on my hips and I had nowhere to go. I wanted to ask him to wait, couldn't we go upstairs first and relax, but that was just a last-ditch attempt at control. I thought to myself: "This is submission."

He warned me before he pulled the plug out and put his cock in for the last time. "I'm going to come in your ass, Kitten, are you ready? Can you take it?" He didn't require a response. He moaned loudly, sharply, and pulled back hard on my hips as he came.

The unbelievable thing was that he stayed hard after coming and had me suck him until he came again. He probably didn't know how dirty and degraded I felt after he had fucked me in the ass on the floor, like I'm an animal. Actually, he probably did know that.

It was only later that I realized that I had rug burn on both of my elbows - sensitive patches where I had worn the skin away by trying to hold onto the floor and failing spectacularly. Those patches of skin have just begun to heal but I think my ego has been damaged forever.

In My Head

"Kitten, I am just going to put the head in. Are you ready?," He murmured from above me as I laid on the bed on my stomach. I nodded, knowing that he would not stop with just the head. He would put more in, make me take more. But I was ready.

I thought of that quiet place inside me. I held onto it as he lubed up his cock and pushed slowly inside of me. I tried not to focus on the intensity of the sensation but on the feeling of great calm inside my heart. He had asked for his, then demanded it. I owed him this and it was time for him to get his due.

As he continued thrusting deeper inside of me, I started to feel the panic rise in my chest. I began my quiet protest for him to stop, please. "Stay with me, Kitten, stay with me," he soothed quietly from behind me. "You're such a good girl, stay with me."

I relaxed almost immediately, dropping deep into a submissive place for him. I could hear his voice inside my head. You're part of me, Kitten. We're one person, you and me. You're a part of me. He was thinking for me, right inside my brain. He was talking directly to my soul.

When he was finished, we talked quietly as he held me. I was shaking slightly but I was powerfully peaceful at my core. That's when I learned that he had been speaking out loud from his place behind me the entire time. Those words that I had heard inside my head were coming out of his mouth.

It was the oddest feeling, almost paranormal. I could have sworn that he had invaded my mind. I would have bet money that we shared our thoughts at that moment. But maybe instead we were so close, so much a part of each other that it felt like the barriers between ourselves had been obliterated.

Fight

He pulled the anal beads out of me slowly. I moaned, my pussy and my ass extremely sensitive from the massive orgasm that he had just drawn out of me. I laid on my back in the middle of the bed. I needed a moment to gather myself.

But he wasn't in a patient mood.

He grabbed my ankles with one hand and pulled them straight up in the air, lifting my ass off of the ground. He touched his fingers to my asshole to feel if it was still lubed up from the beads. He dropped my ankles to reach for the bottle of lube on the night table for his cock. As soon as he released me, I skittered to the far corner of the bed away from him and curled my legs up in front of me. I couldn't take him in my ass at that moment. I wasn't ready.

When he turned back and saw me cowering, he shook his head and growled. He reached out for my ankles and dragged me back to the middle of the bed. My arms flailed and I tried to hold onto the sheets to keep him from pulling me to him.

"Get back here," he ordered, but I just couldn't face him. As he pulled my legs up by the ankles again, I started squirming and begging him to stop. I put my palms and the soles of my feet against his stomach to try to prevent him from thrusting into me. He wrestled with me as I tried to push him away.

I realized that the more I fought him, the worse I was probably making things for myself. He was angry and increasingly aggressive. In an attempt to avoid taking it in the ass, had I incited him to fuck me there harder? But I couldn't stop. I was so afraid and the only thought - if it was a coherent thought and not just a gut instinct - was to get away.

As I fought him harder, he seemed to take perverse joy in overpowering me again and again. At one point, I think he let me go just to toy with me, to see how quickly he could bring me back under his control again. He wrestled me to the point where I was pinned beneath him, hands and feet up in a defensive position. He looked me right in the eyes.

"Kitten, relax," he said quietly yet sternly. I struggled again in vain. "Kitten, stop it!," he yelled. I stopped and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes," he said immediately. I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"I want you to let go of me with your hands. Put your hands behind your head." I paused, considering what he'd do if I relinquished my defensive position. I slowly took my hands off of him and put them behind my head.

"Good girl," he sighed. "Now, stretch out your legs and put them on my shoulders." I hesitated. He wanted me to let go of my final layer of defense. "Kitten, now," he coaxed. I took a deep breath and put my legs up. He immediately slid into my ass, pushing down on my body as he leaned into me. I gasped in surprise and a tear slid down the side of my face. "Good girl," he soothed as he pumped into me.

But after a few thrusts, he let go of me. I must have look surprised as he laid down next to my shaking body. What had just happened?

"Kitten, you know I don't want to hurt you. But I did want to see that moment when you let go and trusted me." I blinked and bit my lip in an attempt not to cry. He was testing me all along. Stupid, stupid girl. He was testing me.

"You've been away and focused on a lot of other things the past few weeks, right?" He turned to look at me and I nodded. He looked back up at the ceiling. "Well, now you're back here with me and I think you need to refocus. You've been out of your element and you just need to be retrained a little bit."

He turned on his side to look at me. I was quivering, trying to hold my shame and disappointment in myself on the inside but I was failing miserably. More and more tears were leaking down the sides of my face.

"Oh, little one, don't cry. You just needed a reminder," he cooed as wiped away my tears. "You needed to feel me over you and to feel yourself letting go."

I sniffled and my breathing calmed. "Are you mad at me?," I whispered in my smallest voice.

He laughed softly. "Of course not. I am happy to see that you're finally back with me." He pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head. "Now, up on your hands and knees..."

Begging

"Be a good girl and go get your beads, then come right back here."

I quickly went over to the bedside table to get the small anal beads from the top drawer and climbed back to the place next to him on the bed.

"Good girl," he cooed as he took the beads from me. He loves it when I'm responsive. Once he told me to look at him and I snapped my head up suddenly - he loved that.

He laid down and pulled me over him so that he could lick my clit while I took him in my mouth. He slowly circled his tongue over my clit, making me squirm and moan onto his cock. After a minute, I felt him touching the first bead to my asshole.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered quietly. When I hesitated, he smacked me hard on the ass and said louder, "Tell me!"

"I want the beads in my ass," I gasped.

"You want the beads, all of them?" he asked, toying with me.

"Yes, please, please, I want the beads."

"Please? Are you begging me, Kitten?"

"Yes, oh please, put them in, please." I was breathless.

"I don't think I told you to stop sucking my cock." As I took him back into my mouth, I felt him slide the first bead in. I moaned as he pushed it in, moaned harder as he used his finger to push it deeper into my ass.

"You take these beads so good into your little asshole, don't you?" I kept moaning as he slid the next one in, and the next. "I think you might be ready for a bigger set. What do you think, Kitten?"

I moaned, keeping his cock in my mouth, excited and terrified of the larger beads.

"Yeah, I think you'd like that. I think you want the largest set." He tugged on the string dangling out of my asshole, making me whimper and squirm. His voice, previously gentle and teasing, suddenly turned gruff. "Get up on all fours, now."

He slammed into me from behind, hard. I cried out. I could feel his cock tight in my pussy, rubbing against the beads in my ass. I knew he could feel the beads too from the way he was moaning. He pushed my shoulders down toward the mattress and fucked me harder. He tugged on the string, waiting for me to come.

"Touch your little clit for me," he moaned and I did. I came hard, screaming face-down into the mattress. And just as I came, he pulled hard on the string, tearing the beads from my ass in one quick movement.

I laid flat on my stomach, breathing heavily. He stroked my hair, telling me that I was such a good girl for him, that the beads looked so hot coming out of my ass.

"You took so much for me, you're such a good girl for me," he soothed as he pulled me over him. He brought my face up to his so he could look me in the eye. "I think you can take more, can't you?"

I nodded groggily, not sure what more I could take but knowing that I didn't have much of a choice.

"I should make you take more for me. I should fuck your ass right now. Is that what you want?," he coaxed.

I didn't know what the correct answer was to his question because, at some point, I knew that the answer didn't matter. I was having trouble focusing on how best to respond. He smacked my face and repeated his question. "Do you want me to fuck your ass right now?" I mumbled that I didn't know. I was so confused. Was he just threatening me? Did he want me to say yes or did he want me to say no so that he could force me to do it anyway?

"I think I'm going to fuck your ass," he mused. "Ask me for it."

I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut. "Please fuck my ass," I mumbled reluctantly.

"Louder, and open your eyes and look at me," he demanded.

"Please fuck my ass," I said in a clear voice that surprised me. I was getting wetter and rubbed my pussy against his leg. He ground his hips up against me, feeling how turned on I was getting.

"Please? Are you begging me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes, please fuck it," I begged, burying my head in his chest. "Please, please, I want it." I did. I needed it so badly at that moment.

"You're such a good little girl. You beg so well, Kitten." He was smiling at his accomplishment. "Now, get up on your hands and knees and take my cock in your ass."

His only

I was an anal virgin when I met Him. I wasn't a meek girl in my previous life, not in the least, but I had never had anal sex, not even with a long-term boyfriend. I always wanted to in theory, but every time there was a cock pressing at my asshole, I chickened out.

I thought I should have had anal sex by my age. It seemed like everyone and their mother had taken it up the ass, no problem, and I was the only baby left. So yeah, I lied about it to partners and peers, all the while avoiding the big A.

But there was no obfuscation when it came to Him. I couldn't bluff my way through it with him. He's not a schoolboy and I'm not in charge any more. He's a dominant and anal service is de rigeur, expected. It's part of being a submissive that I want and that I finally had to face up to.

So one night while he was talking dirty in my ear, I buried my face in the pillow and told him that I had never had anal sex. He looked almost pleased with himself because he had elicited such a girlish confession from me. He loved the idea that no one had been in my ass before, that I had been saving it for him. That seemed so odd to me since I had spent the past 10 years trying to overcome my sexual inexperience. Suddenly, my one innocence was of considerable value to Him.

He was gentle with me, but he had a plan. He was going to train me, teach me to take him little by little. He'd use everything at his disposal to work me up to his cock - first his fingers, then beads, a plug - until I could learn to love every inch of him in my ass.

The first time, I was curled up with him after coming again and again. He was stretched out behind me, kissing my neck and running his hands over my hips. I coyly scooted back into his crotch and felt his surprising hardness against the softness of my buttocks. I heard a small intake of breath and he paused.

His hands were busy for a moment while he turned away from me, but when he turned back and pressed against me, I could feel that his cock was slick with lube. As he pushed against my asshole, he whispered, "Just the head, Kitten," as if to speak at full volume would break the spell and, with it, my resolve. He pressed firmly, inserting himself only a few inches before pausing to listen to my shallow breaths.

The rest he left up to me.

"Kitten, push back when you're ready," he cooed softly into my ear through my hair. And as he kissed and nibbled on the back of my shoulder, that's exactly what I did. I took a deep breath and felt myself open up for him until I was full.

I could only take a few thrusts that first night and I'm still not trained enough for a good ass-pounding. But I'm getting better every time, taking more of him and pushing past the overwhelming intensity to come harder than I thought I could. He has been so patient, but I worry that his patience with me will eventually run out. How long will it be before he doesn't let me stop when it gets to be too much, when he decides when I've had enough? There's a part of me that is frightened...and then there's a darker part of me that wants my time to run out.

I was on my back on the couch with my bra pushed up over my breasts, naked from the waist down, my legs spread open. He was on his knees in front of me, slowly teasing my clit with his tongue. His eyes were on me the whole time - he watched me writhe and moan my way toward an orgasm. Just before he brought me to a screaming climax, he suddenly stood and grabbed me by the hair.

He pushed me onto my knees on the couch facing the back cushions so that my ass pointed in the air toward him. I felt his hard cock brush against the cheeks of my ass, then rub against my wet pussy.

Then, to my alarm, he was pushing against my asshole with no warm-up, no lube, no preparation. I started stammering and gasping, eventually croaking out several "nos" in succession. He pulled back on my hair with a snap.

"What did I just hear you say?," he rasped in my ear.

"I...I just...I mean, the lube is in the other room..."

He cut off my blubbering. "I will put it wherever. I. Want. Do you understand?"

"...yes," I sobbed into the back of the couch, feeling miserable. He forced his cock into my pussy and tightened his grip on my hair.

"You don't say no to me. I will fuck you wherever and whenever I want. Do you understand?," he growled as he pounded into me.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Do you?" He pulled back harder on my hair until my neck was strained. I grabbed at the back of the couch to anchor myself against his angry thrusts.

"Yes," I whispered as I looked up over my shoulder at him.

"Good," he said with a sigh. I had disappointed him and he was going to punish me. "Now, get up. I am going to cum in your face."