Who loves to fantasise about being fucked by a few men who are determined to degrade me to nothing more than a collection of holes? Where my Husband and Master is directing the scene to ensure all my buttons are pushed, even as I’m begging it to stop? Where it’d be rape if I wasn’t so obedient and if I weren’t getting wetter as they did more and more horrible things to me? Where I serve them all because my Husband and Master tells me to, and then when it’s over, he’s so proud of me, and I’m so happy I made him proud of me?
… when it’s time for my assessment, my master hogties me, blindfolds me, and loads me into his pickup truck. i’m in the backseat with master’s best friend, joe, he’s pulled me over his lap and gripped me in place with his fingers pushing right onto my holes, but not into. joe is frustrated, i can tell, he’s not allowed to have his cock down my throat like usual on a car ride, so he’s punishing me by pinching my nipples until i want to cry. at which point i say “thank you master joe for hurting me” because that’s all i’m allowed to do. he laughs, pinches harder, and pushes my face into his groin, i can feel his heat through his jeans.
we arrive and i’m untied by joe, he pulls me out by my leash and i trip out of the cab, it’s hard to stay on all fours at all times. he passes me over to master. “the whore can’t wait to get in there.” master gives a short laugh in response. he tugs on my leash and i scramble onto all fours as we enter the hotel. other slaves are there in the lobby, i don’t have a chance to look at them as i’m dragged fast as can be into a room down the end of the hall. there’s an extremely large bed on one wall, and lots of armchairs and couches at the other. there are men everywhere, i think about 7, sitting and watching our arrival. they’re wearing jeans, tshirts, they look relaxed, then master’s foot is on my neck, crushing my face to the ground, i quickly lace my fingers on top of my head, feel the soft carpet on my cheek, stare at the ground. i know my place.
the men all greet my master, there are no names, of course, just lots of handshaking, they clearly know each other, some in-jokes, some laughter. “this is today’s, you’ve been busy the last few months, we’re fascinated to see.” “put her up on the bed, let’s get into it.” “we’re here all week but this is the one we’ve waited for. you always have the best.” “he does great work, no denying it.” i know they’re talking about me, and when master says “you won’t be disappointed, she’s very obedient” i feel that thrill of approval, which comes right with a sharp jolt of humiliation, and then i feel my cunt get wet automatically, it knows that i’ll get even more approval if i’m obedient, and i try to stop thinking and just be good.
the men gather around and drag me up onto the bed, on my back. they all want to be involved, they’re holding my ankles, wrists, a fistful of hair, one is laughing as he grabs my breast and drags me by it, everything hurts because i can’t actually move myself, they’re moving me like i’m a side of meat, heave-ho, up she goes. i’m on my back and the men are moving around me, lots of zipper sounds as pants are hitting the floor, shirts are off, they’ve got each limb pinned to the mattress, they’re staring at me, i don’t know where to look.
“what i love about his girls is that they don’t fight. but then is that always the best, i’m not sure.” “the thing is they don’t think to fight. it’s beaten out of them. you’re rough with them, aren’t you.” “i’ve got to be rough. i don’t have time to win their trust with bloody cupcakes and teddy bears.” laughter and back-slapping. “you know if you want real ageplay, though, you’ve got to push them into that role. they get so confused, they know they have to love daddy’s cock if they want another doll.” “you’re right, i’ve got to come over for a visit again. i miss having a little girl beg daddy to show her his penis and make her a big girl finally.” “laugh all you want, there’s a market.” “no doubt.” “anyway you break them hard, don’t you.” “i break them, i bought them, then they have to pay.” more laughter.
“gentlemen, enough, let’s start with the assessment.” they settle down, and there’s some movement. master walks off and i think he sits down in an armchair. the men gather in tight around me, they’re getting on the bed and murmuring between themselves. they pull my knees right up and apart so my pussy is spread wide open. “speculum?” “no, tight first. inspect after.” “yeah, sure.” one man, he’s older even than master, big belly, tall, he’s going to crush me, he gets between my legs, and speaks directly to me. “look at me, girl. why are you here?”
“i’m here for my assessment sir.” he sighs. “well obviously.” out of nowhere he slaps my pussy so hard i scream. “why are YOU being ASSESSED?” i’m gasping. “because i’m a girl and i have to go to a new master. to fuck me. because i’m here to be fucked. and the council decides who my master will be. to fuck me.”
he chuckles. “she’s excited about being fucked, isn’t she.” he addresses his next question to master. “what’s her schedule been like recently?” “lots of arousal, very very little completion. i keep her dilated, in pain, lots of excellent viewing material to keep her awake, and joe, you know him, natural born sadist.”
“see gentlemen, this is what i’m talking about. he knows his trade.” the big man shifts his focus back to me. “so let’s get her done. let’s get you done, little girl. you want to be fucked?” “i … i … have to be fucked. i’m a girl. i’m here for fucking.” i feel like an idiot. this has been my life for so long now. i don’t know why he’s asking so much. i’m scared but i know i’m here for cocks to use me, i’m so many holes just waiting to be fucked. i’ve seen it on tv a million times. master with so many girls, his cock filling them up, they can’t even speak, joe’s fucking them too, they’re being fucked, i need to be fucked – i blurt this last bit out, “i need to be fucked, fuck me, fuck me”.
the men laugh as if i’ve made the funniest joke in the world. i start crying, i don’t know what to do, i can’t handle being laughed at, i need a cock in me. “please, fuck me, fuck me, i want to be good…?”
the big man shushes the others. “gentlemen. come on.” he pivots and pushes the head of his cock just in between my pussy lips. he looks at me, grips my face, looks deep in my eyes, i’m still crying, and i’m thrusting up to get more cock in me, “fuck me please fuck me please fuck me fuck my cunt my cunt fuck my cunt” and he drives deep into me and i arch my back to meet him and he rams deeper and deeper and i’m finally being fucked and the men crowd in even more and there’s a cock forced into my mouth and finally i’m being the girl i’m supposed to be and i’m being fucked by two men and the other men are grabbing at my body, there are cocks moving in and out of my mouth, forced into my hands, the big man is pushing so deep into me i feel like screaming and then he pulls out and i’m moaning around the cock in my mouth, and he pulls my legs up and over my head and i’m uncomfortable and he shifts position and i feel his cock pushing into my ass and i can’t help it i need it i need it and it goes deep into me and now it hurts it hurts so so much and i know master told me it would hurt but it hurts and he pushes so deep and he won’t stop and i want to cry but a new cock is plunging into my mouth, and then he starts fucking my ass, and fucking it, and deep, and i feel something on my pussy, it’s hot and cold and it hurts but it’s good and i am arching again i want it i want him in me and the men are talking and yelling and laughing and then my mouth is full of cum and more cum is hitting my face, and i feel the big man’s cock pump cum inside me, deep inside, and more cum is landing on my body, and then they’re pulling away from me, and i’m lying there crying, they’ve still got my ankles and wrists so i can’t move.
“absolutely fucking brilliant.” “she is impeccable.” “great training.” “she wants it and she doesn’t know why.” “that’s training, that is. that’s instinct now.”
the big man has gone to talk to master. they’ve lowered their voices. the men around me continue talking. “she’s a giver, she is. there’s no hesitation.” “that’s the thing, she would be on you at all hours.” “well you don’t have to give it to her. that’s why i keep, you know, uncles, around.” “that’s why i keep them in the stockade half the time.” “i still think some fight would be nice.” “we know what you like though. all fight.” “the thing is, would she be loyal.” “well how the fuck would she sleep around.” “true.” “i’d make her. there’s no point keeping girls to myself.” “yes but your girls spend most their nights bent over the bar. do they even know you exist.” “so funny. so funny but you’re lining up behind them all the time.” “what can i say, your girls are good. how do you keep them so tight, anyway?”
i’m covered in cum and still gasping for breath. did i pass my assessment? i just want to curl up and sleep.
“gentlemen, speculum.” they shift around and prop my legs up again. i recognise that feeling, every day my training, i instinctively look for the movie to begin, but of course i’m not in my crate right now. it goes in my pussy, and cranks open. and further open. i practise my breathing to let it open all the way. finally it reaches that point. i feel my pussy clench instinctively, so i relax it, consciously, carefully. the big man is inspecting me carefully, his head is between my legs and he’s playing inside me with his fingers, now he’s licking my little button, Master calls it my bad girl button, and i start to cry when i feel the big man doing things to it. he pulls away. “how do you do this with them, she cries when i play with her clit, it’s so excellent, her pleasure comes only from serving.” “it takes time, for sure, but vinegar and choking help a lot.” “fuck you’re good. love your work.” the big man keeps inspecting, calling out colours and numbers which someone else writes down. someone pushes a cock down my throat, and i keep myself occupied with sucking it as well as i can. i’m relieved when the big man doesn’t go back to my bad girl button, and i suck extra carefully to try and show how thankful i am.
the big man stands up and speaks. “right everyone, grade 2s, clear out, grade 1s, stick around for a moment.” the cock i’m sucking rams deep into my throat then pulls out, he must be a grade 2, he rubs it on my lips and cheeks before leaving me. my arms are released, though i won’t move them until i’m told to. the big man is stroking my thighs. people leave the room, talking between themselves, and the big man waits til the door is shut before he speaks again. “well gentlemen, she’s a real treat. there’s no denying it. you’ve excelled this time,” he says to my Master, “you really have”. about three men, besides my Master, are left in the room. they gather around the big man. he quickly pulls the speculum out of me and looks me in the eyes. “finger yourself, slut, both holes, as fast as you can, and don’t stop.”
“yes Sir” i gasp out, and begin fucking myself, one finger in my pussy, one in my ass.
“come on girl, you can do better than that. i want 2 fingers in each hole. now.”
i do it immediately. i feel that my pussy is wetter already, just loving hearing the tone in his voice.
there’s conversation in the room which i can’t hear, and i’m feeling alone on the bed, and i wish i had a fun movie to watch, i like the one when my Master is teaching his two daughters how to sit next to each other so they can both suck his cock and balls. i’m fingering myself over and over again, and keeping my legs spread wide because the big man didn’t say i could move.
finally the door opens again, and everyone except the big man leaves. Master comes over to me and rams his hand against mine so that my fingers go extra deep. “be good, little girl. listen to men and obey them.” he leaves the room. the big man and i are alone.
“fingers out. don’t touch yourself again, ever, unless i say you can.” i pull my fingers out extra quick. i want to please him. i want his cock again. i want to be fucked. i don’t say anything though. i want to obey.
“you’re coming home with me tonight. you’re mine now. do you understand?” he stares down at me.
“yes Sir, i understand.”
“Master. i’m your Master now.”
“yes Master, yes, i understand.”
“do you know why i’m keeping you for myself?”
“… no Master…” i hope i’m going to hear approval.
“because i’ve never met a cunt who so desperately wants nothing more than to be used for a man’s pleasure. you don’t want anything but to serve men, do you. you just want cock. that’s impressive. girls will say it, sluts will say anything, but you know they still hope that a man is going to give THEM pleasure. it doesn’t work like that here, it never will. you actually get pleasure from serving men, and that’s rare. you don’t like getting pleasure the usual way, do you.” he rubs my bad girl button again.
“no Master, no please, i don’t want to be bad!” i whimper and hope he won’t punish me.
he laughs. “delightful. now, how about an ass fucking, i’ll probably make you bleed. what do you say?”
“yes please Master, as long as you will enjoy it, i want you to be happy. and i want to be fucked.”
he laughs again. “so greedy. greedy for slavery. and you’re going to be mine. i’m looking forward to this. i’ve got some movies at home i think you’re going to like, and you and i are going to make some beautiful new ones. now, get up and show me how thankful you are that you’re coming home with me.”
i leap up and wrap my lips around his cock, i lick his balls, i take all of him down my throat, and i feel his fingers grab fistfuls of my hair, and i sigh happily as i taste the cock of my forever Master. when he rams it so hard it makes my eyes water, i am even happier knowing he’s using me and i’m in pain. i can’t wait to go home with him and serve him forever and ever. i think he feels how happy i am, because he cums soon, and when he forces me to lick the last drops off the floor, i can see him smiling, and when he steps on my neck to smear my face in the drops of his cum, i know i’m where i belong.
Master worked late tonight and came home when I was already in bed almost asleep. I didn’t really want to be fucked, and he knew it. He also knew that he was going to fuck me tonight. Guess who won…
This is how training me works. Get me aroused by playing with my nipples for 1 minute, then bend me over and push your fingers into my dry tight cunt, then my tight asshole. That is all the foreplay this slave deserves. And I wasn’t even wet, but he pushed his cock into me, and fucked me bent over, then on my stomach, then he dragged me around by the hair to suck his cock clean, and then he pinned me down, arms behind my back, legs spread, totally immobilized and fucked me til I was whimpering. Then he asked would I prefer it in my ass. Whatever you want, Master, I say.
Then he fucks my ass, and when I start begging no, no, no, he growls at me “don’t you mean, thank you Master?”
“thank you Master!” I moan as he fucks me hard while I’m still tense and tight and he rips my ass open with his hard cock and I keep thanking him, and finally he pulls out. “I was always going to fuck you tonight, slut.”
Reluctant, forced, controlled, used for his pleasure. This trains me because at the end of it I am so glad it happened, and I want it to happen again. I get pleasure from being forced to accept my husband’s cock in all three holes, when I don’t really want it. And tomorrow night I will be eager to serve him even more.
A trained, reluctant, obedient sex slave for his pleasure. A very happy girl I am!
We’re cuddling, it’s 11pm, I’m tired, the lights and TV are off, and I start to drift off, only to be told “I’m going to fuck you tonight, y’know.”
My breathing changes immediately. I can feel my cunt get wet.
“Hand on my cock, now.”
I stroke him until he’s hard. It only takes about 10 seconds.
He runs his hand over my head, grabs my hair, wrenches my neck back, and then pushes my torso down the bed. He lines up his cock with my cunt, and rams in, letting go of my hair to grab my hips and wrench me back towards him and force his cock right in.
My slippery cunt takes it so easily. “Mm-hmm” he grunts in appreciation. He knows I need to be taken, no consent requested, if I’m to truly enjoy the sex.
I need to be fucked.
And he fucks me. With absolutely no care for me other than positioning me where he wants me. Face down, his hand pushing my head into the pillow, other hand pushing my back, I’m on my knees so my cunt lines up and he is controlling my body absolutely.
He rams his cock into me like he wants to hurt me. “Try to get away, slut.”
I try. I can scarcely move an inch. Suddenly I NEED to get away. I push, I pull, I strain, and through it all he speeds up, bends over me and rams hard into me, forces me flat on the bed, “you can’t get away, but your wet cunt tells me you don’t want to. You need to be taken like this. You know I own you.”
I can tell he’s going to cum soon. I collapse under him, acknowledging my role as fucktoy for my husband. I wait to feel him explode inside me.
He doesn’t. He pulls out. “Clean me off, slut.” I bring him into my mouth. “Back of the throat, now.” I take it deeper. He pumps into my mouth, into my throat. Pushes his fingers into my cunt. Feels I’m even wetter. He knows what I need – slams my head down onto his cock until I can’t breathe, forces more fingers into my cunt, then pulls them out and starts stretching open my ass.
Pulls his cock out of my mouth. Gets me on my stomach again.
You can guess what happens next.
Two weeks ago we were in bed, finally getting back to the headspace.
He started by putting the hood on me. At which point my cunt starts getting wet, guaranteed. He checked – stroked between my pussy lips, and approvingly remarked, “just a slut, still, I see.” He then put the bondage opera gloves on me, and the posture collar, he put the penis gag in my mouth, the spreader bar on my ankles, and pinioned my arms above my head. Take a moment to let that image sink in. Me, hooded and gagged, unable to see or speak, arms encased in leather, strapped above my head, and legs spread obscenely wide, cunt entirely exposed.
Soon to be more exposed, as he eased into my cunt the speculum, and began to open me up. I love this moment because it’s so hard to have a good physical experience – it opens me up, I get tense, it hurts, he opens me more, it hurts more, I try to relax, I can’t, he opens me more, I panic, I tense, it hurts, he opens me more, I get frantic from discomfort and exposure, and then he usually opens me up just a bit more. I’m by now panting around the penis gag, willing my cunt muscles to relax just a bit, and often failing miserably at this.
He enjoys my discomfort, pops out the gag, and pushes his cock down my throat, fucking my face for a few moments while twisting my nipples so hard I feel they’re about to rip off. I am still desperately trying to relax my cunt, trying to stay in a good position, trying to swallow his cock, trying to be a good girl.
He pulls out of my mouth, puts the gag back in, and goes to inspect my cunt. Many humiliating comments are made, pointing out just how wet I am, how red my lips are as I’m clearly so turned on, how I must love being treated like a whore because my cunt wants to be fucked so hard. He plays inside my cunt, tickling me with a finger, pinching at my clitoris. I’m breathing hard and feeling like a total slut, on display and loving it.
He finally relents and takes the speculum out; needless to say this is driven not by some chivalrous impulse, but rather a desire to rape the fuck out of me as he unbuckles my ankles, positions himself between my legs, raises me up slightly for the best position for him, and then fucks me horribly well, going as deep as he can every time, going extra fast and extra hard til he is panting as well. I’m still in the hood, the gag, and my arms are still pinioned overhead. I couldn’t get out of my head how I must look to him, and I felt so humiliated, knowing that just an hour earlier we had been having simply innocent cuddling in bed, and yet THIS, being used like a hole for his cock’s entertainment, was more effective at arousing my libido; that I needed to be debased and hurt to get turned on. That he knew it – and was taking advantage of it. He slapped my breasts, over and over; pushed into me deep – and then further – and further still til I was screaming around the gag – and then he fucked me deep to that point over and over again, telling me take it, that I deserved it. And I just got wetter.
How could I not. I am just his slut, nothing more.
What I’m currently daydreaming about, something like this:
i’m the entertainment at a party, i’m lying on my back on a big large tall table, my arms outstretched and tied down, and my knees bent and spread so my pussy is extremely exposed, and the party comprises a lot of men and their slave girls, who are busy in the corners doing various depraved things. I’m blindfolded, so I have no warning when a man decides to come and entertain himself at my expense. And which they do frequently. they are allowed to do anything they want to me, and i’m fighting alternating waves of embarrassment and intense pleasure as they use me for their entertainment.
another party scene, where i’m dressed in a low-cut balconette bra, a garter belt, stockings, and stiletto heels, and i’m crawling on all fours, being led around by my Master on a leash. he joins some other men, sitting down in an armchair, and i’m put to work sucking his cock, face buried in his lap and his hand firmly placed on the back of my head. while i’m doing my job, someone comes up behind me, and with a silent nod from my Master, he begins fingering my pussy and ass, and my Master begins thrusting up and deep into my mouth, a signal to me that i’m not to disobey even though i’ve been taken by surprise, and as i struggle to take his cock right down my throat, the man behind me begins fucking my pussy, and i’m see-sawing between the two of them, and i can hear them over the top of me talking about how well-trained i am, and how tight my pussy is, and i’m burning with shame and my pussy is getting so wet, and the other man points this out approvingly, and they begin ramming into me at exactly the same time, and i can’t help how my pleasure is rising and i can feel my legs trembling, and the man behind me is holding me tightly and pulling me onto his cock, and my Master is pumping his cock far down my throat and leaving me choking, and my Master’s cum shoots down my throat and he holds me there until i swallow it all, and the man behind me cums too …
and my Master leads me over to the wall where there are mattresses and posts to chain tired slaves to, and he helps me clean up and then he locks my leash to a post, lays me on a mattress, and hangs a sign above it that says “fuck my ass please”, and as he goes to get a drink, another man comes over to inspect me …
perhaps this man doesn’t waste time with niceties, maybe he just pushes my face down onto the mattress, hoists my ass up so i’m on my knees, and then pushes his cock into my asshole, maybe he says something mean yet horribly arousing like “your Master sent me over to see you, he says your other holes are wet but this one is so dry that you’re going to feel every inch of me fucking you, and he says if we’re lucky you’ll scream”, and even as he starts ramming into me, and it is a large cock and it is hurting me, i’m more moaning than screaming as i feel myself getting turned on by being used like a whore, and he can tell how much i like it, and he begins fucking me so fast i’m being bounced on the mattress, and he’s groaning and pushing into me and going so deep inside me and i’m squealing and he’s fucking me and i hear my Master’s voice right next to us saying approvingly “well my little girl is really enjoying this, who’d have thought she’d be such a slut in public”, and the man pulls out and cums all over me, and my Master says “no, don’t move little girl, i need a photo of this”, and someone pulls my hair so that i’m gasping for air and looking at Master as he takes a photo of me, my face covered in sweat and tears, my body covered in cum, my breasts hanging out of my bra, and my thighs sticky with cum …
oh dear, looks like taking some months off have just turned my fantasies horribly inappropriate. anyone else feeling their cunt ache just thinking about it?
two nights ago it was sunday night. we had missed our usual weekend sex-capade nights of friday and saturday. i knew he would want sex on sunday night, but i was so tired and had a big day at work the next day, that when we got to bed at 11pm, i just assumed we wouldn’t have sex, and mentioned as much to him. “mm-hmm” was his response as we lay there playing games on our mobile phones. pretty soon i turned off the night, and we snuggled as usual. then he pulled me closer, even closer, and as i started protesting, he pushed a finger deep into my cunt. it made me gasp, and he pumped it in and out of my slightly dry pussy once or twice, enough for him to feel i was wet enough, i guess, and then he rolled me onto my stomach, and began fucking me with his cock.
this sounds so depressingly non-consensual, doesn’t it? recently i came across someone who mentioned how sad it made them to read in my blog how my husband rapes me. my goodness. i would be sad too if that were the case! and the above would sound a bit perplexing to the uninitiated, i do understand that.
anyway, he started fucking me. and it was fast, and rough, and rougher, and faster, and i got so insanely wet that he could go deeper and deeper, and he hoisted me up onto my knees, pushing my face still into the pillow, and ramming in a particularly deep and sore angle, and i was wet but it was killing me, and i was panting and gasping, and with three or four massive pushes deep inside me as i cried out … he came … and when he got his breath, he told me, “i was always going to fuck you tonight. you just thought you had a say in it.”
well, that sounds like rape, doesn’t it? yet in my marriage, this has been pre-negotiated months and months ago. if i really don’t want to have sex – for emotiona, physical, mental, or any other reason, if i just can’t do it, if i Don’t. Want. To. Do. It. … i just safeword. i just say “safeword” and he stops immediately and we turn 110% vanilla and he cares for me and gives me anything i need. meanwhile, we’ve talked for years about my fantasies for having no control, for serving, for obeying, for submitting, and also, my rape fantasies.
therefore, i know that i am always entirely safe, and that the scenes we play in the bedroom and in the house and the car and the restaurant and and and … those scenes have been discussed in theory months ago, and as long as they still work for me, then they still work for us.
i am not such a slave that i give up entire consent. i negotiated my consent, and i am free to withdraw it. i simply get so insanely turned on by our sex life and our power dynamics that i 100% go with it and hand over control to him. why would i safeword when this is how i am aroused beyond compare? when this is how he and i relate sexually so perfectly?
this isn’t rape. this is play. this is power exchange. this is negotiation. this is consent. this is just very, very confusing to the outsider, that’s all.
recently Master told me he wanted me to play ‘top’ him for an evening, which is something he likes from time to time. it’s not full bdsm style, just, tie him up and tease him sexually until i release him and he devours me! fun 🙂 so, i tied him up, rode him ever so slowly, kept pulling back, was generally a real tease … then i untied him.
he was very happy, and we cuddled, and i said to him something like “just to be clear, i know you’re horny now, and you’re my Master, so you decide whether or not you fuck me.” he told me he knew – as he slid his still rock hard cock into my greedy, wet cunt. he began fucking me from behind, and as we got into the rhythm of it, he told me, “it’s time to remember what your role really is.”
this was the warning that it was about to get very rough, and i was about to feel very owned. first he dragged me to the side of the bed til my head fell over the edge, and he proceeded to fuck my mouth right down my throat in that position, i was squirming and overwhelmed. then he flung me onto my stomach, pinned my arms behind my back, and used his position above me to crush me into the mattress and make me incapable of even squirming away while he fucked me very, very hard.
after a while he seemed to realise i was on the verge of breaking down, and he pulled out, but didn’t tell me to move – so i stayed in that position, as i felt the head of his cock press into my ass. it had been weeks since we last had anal sex, so i felt very apprehensive, but i expected he would go slow to ease me back into it.
surprisingly enough, this was not the case. he pushed steadily into my ass, and i felt him stretch me wide open. he pulled back, and i thanked god mentally for that, and then he slowly pushed back in, and i thought – okay, i can handle this – and then he kept pushing further and further in, and i was whimpering “no, no, no” over and over, of course i didn’t safeword because there was nothing destructive here, just horribly intense, and he went so far in that i just collapsed beneath him, relaxing as much as i could, and once he sensed that he started fucking me – not gentle ‘first anal sex in a while’ fucking, but seriously hard and heavy – kind of almost like real sex – and in and in and in and out and deep and hard and fucking my ass like it was my cunt and i just hung in there for the ride but it was doing my head in and i couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, actually just fucking me like he owned me, and i realised he owned me, and really could do this to me, and it hurt and it felt good and i gave up and realised i really truly had no say at this point.
and after he had pulled out and calmed me down, he pointed out that he wanted me to go to sleep knowing without a shadow of a doubt that every single hole in my body belonged to him. that i was just a cunt.
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well it got plenty rough. it started with cuddles on the couch watching tv. then touching and rubbing. then my head forced down to his cock, to take his cock down my throat and nestle with my face pressed against him. it was all lovey dovey and fun giggly play and just adorable. and then he took me to the bedroom – him walking, me crawling, and then i stripped off, and then he got a reasonably sized dildo, the kind that would be a little small for a cunt, but too big for an ass. and he had me on the bed, my face pressed into the mattress, my fingers interlaced on the back of my head, my knees spread wide, my ass high in the air, and he pushed that dildo slowly, slowly, forcing it into my ass, bit by bit, and i groaned and wiggled and tried to relax and it became a bit much, even with the lube, and i started moaning quite loudly. and then he started fucking me with it, rhythmic even thrusts, too much to really handle but not enough to drive me mad. and then on an outstroke, he pushed his cock into my cunt, and forced the dildo back in at the same time, and all the just-too-much sensations were now fucking too much in the extreme, and he experimented with pulling both out and then ramming both back, and then with one and then the other, alternating.
and by now i was determined that this was too much, my brain was caught in a loop of too-much-too-much and i tried to move, tried to somehow get away to breathe, to stop for a moment, and he said – don’t you fucking dare try to stop me, these are my holes and i’m going to make you feel pain tonight – and i start freaking out and really trying to move, and he rams the dildo right in, really deep, really hard, and i fucking collapse and i’m crying, and he feels the collapse, and says – you can fight if you want, it won’t help, this isn’t about you, this is about what i want. and i’m crying. and he rams the dildo home, and begins fucking my cunt in earnest, really going at me, really fast and hard which is what i like to be honest but it’s killing me, the pressure with the dildo at the same time, and he’s rubbing my clit and then he’s pinching it between his fingernails, and i’m screaming hoarse, and he’s pushing on the dildo, and pushing his cock into me, and i’m lying there limp, he’s got to hold me in the position he wants, and he’s fucking me like crazy, and i’m crying and crying. and he finally pulls out the dildo – you know that feeling when it’s taken out too fast and it’s almost as bad as it being in there – and i’m gasping for air and he pulls out his cock too, and rams it into my ass, and he’s fucking and fucking and i’ve been stretched so far open with that dildo that he’s using my ass so easily, and saying things like – that’s right, this is what you are, a collection of holes for me to use – and finally he pulls out and cums and it lands all over my ass, my cunt, dripping down my thighs, and he says – don’t move, just enjoy it. and he strokes my hair over and over.
i do hate him at that moment. how can you not. i was in a lot of pain. and i felt that warm glow of knowing what had just happened to me, and how wonderful it is that i get to experience this, and to be this person. and i feel so little, i feel ‘put down there’, mentally humbled, and emotionally at turmoil, and after he cleans me up, i huddle against his body, unable to slow down my breathing for hours, and he strokes me proprietorially, grasping and stroking and twisting and pinching, and i just never want it to end, i want to be used and to be controlled and to be utterly at his mercy and to be in pain and to be abused and to be hurt and to be fucked and to be owned.
that thing where he’s been quite mean to my ass for a couple of nights running and he comes into the kitchen the next day while i’m organising breakfast and he teases me and tickles me and then slips my pyjama pants down and slides his hard cock inside my ass before i register what’s even happening and i’m gasping and scrabbling the countertop trying to get away or at least find some balance and he rams hard up into my ass and i’m gasping no no no wait no no wait like a fucking record on repeat and he rams up and up into me and i can hear him grunting as he forces his cock as deep inside my ass as possible and i’m making this high pitched noise and he bends me over the counter further and fucks me fast and faster and it’s so fucking painful and he’s going and going and he suddenly pulls up and holds me as i collapse and whispers in my ear “this belongs to me. whenever i want it.”
christ jesus i’m sore and aching and shaking and i can’t deny i love it even as i hate the pain.