by Jamie Knight
“I guess it’s over, then,” I ventured, not sure how he would feel.
“Not yet,” Paul said, taking the butt plug from my ass as though the pop was punctuation to the short sentence he had just uttered, and setting it aside.
“But they said—”
“I haven’t taken your anal virginity yet,” he said, caressing my stretched-out ass.
The tone in his voice was full of desire and frustration. I knew then that he had fallen for me just as I had fallen for him.
“Yes, sir! I mean, no sir, you haven’t,” I agreed.
“I’m going to do that now.”
“Yes, sir.”
The plastic cap snapped open and I closed my eyes as the cool lube cascaded down onto my asshole. Paul then gently started working it around the outside and then the inside, not afraid to go deep.
I moaned at the sensation, taking it as an indicator of what was to come. His beautiful cock as well as an unimaginable orgasm.
Lubing himself up as well, Paul set aside the bottle of lube and pressed the head of his cock up against my open asshole. I gasped a bit at the feeling and then held my breath and tried to brace myself as he pushed in.
It was a lot like when he first fucked my pussy. He went in slowly, making me feel every inch. There was a bit of pain, a sort of searing, but it wasn’t too bad, and it got better the more I stretched, going even further than what the butt plug had done.
The days of ass training with the but plug had all lead up to something after all. Along with the brief pain was also a lot of pleasure, it feeling surprisingly good to have his massive cock in my tight, virgin asshole. It felt warm and full.
I thought he might go all the way in but he stopped at about half his cock length, which was considerable. When he was inside, he started to gently pump me, working his huge cock in and out of my virgin asshole.
Kissing the back of my neck as he fucked me, pinning me down even harder to the desk, keeping me from moving at all, he reached around my hip and started stroking the outside of my pussy, getting me close.
All of a sudden, he slipped two fingers inside and started working my pussy hard while gently fucking my asshole. I started to cum fast and hard, having several orgasms back to back, both vaginal and anal, leaving me deeply shaken but also thoroughly satisfied.
“How are you feeling, Pet?” he asked, continuing to finger fuck my pussy, his cock still deep in my asshole, even though he had stopped fucking me, giving me time to cum.
“I-I love it, and I want to do it all the time. Particularly your cock up my ass. It’s amazing! I never want to be away from you!” I confessed, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
“Me either,” he confessed, his cock deep in my asshole apparently having the same effect, “I need my little pet all the time. I want you to come home and live with me forever. I want you to be my wife as well as my pet.”
“Yes, sir!” I said, meaning it with all my heart and soul.
Gently pulling out of my ass, after filling it with his cum, Paul quickly untied me and pulled me to him, holding me tight.
“I love you so much,” he said. “I never thought I was capable of love, but now I realize that I am.”
“I love you, too,” I said, actually crying, tears of joy.
I knew this wasn’t just forced closeness due to the terrifying Coronavirus and resulting lockdown. Those were the circumstances under which we had been made to be in but we had found true love within them.
Scooping me up into his arms, he carried me into the bathroom. Setting a shower just the way I liked it, he put me inside, holding me for support, my legs still not fully recovered from being tied up. When I was a bit sturdier, Paul too off the rest of his nice business suit and got into the shower with me.
I thought he might fuck me. Bend me over and ravage me again right there in the shower. I wasn’t averse to the idea, even though I wasn’t sure that my body could take it. Not after having been so thoroughly fucked already.
He seemed to understand this though and made no attempt to bend me over or get me down on my knees to suck him off. Though I wouldn’t have minded that, my mouth and throat feeling fine.
Instead, he picked up a bar of soap and washed me all over. Starting with my face and then moving down my neck and then over by tits, my nipples getting immediately hard. Ignoring this, he kept to his work, moving over my hips and down my lets. Moving slowly back up to tenderly clean my pussy, working his fingers inside. Moving around to my back, he cleaned me from shoulders to hips, and then thoroughly cleaned out my ass.
When all was squeaky clean and sparkling, Paul took some of the company’s shampoo and gently washed my hair. Making sure to rinse it thoroughly, considering how much of it there was, it being hip length since I was 12.
When he was finished cleaning me and them himself, Paul turned off the water and dried me off before putting his suit back on. Then he took me by the hand and walked me back to the lounge, slowly putting my clothes back on.
“Time to go home,” he said. “Together.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed.
That was a command I could wholeheartedly follow.
Epilogue
Paul
6 Months Later
Six months was the longest I had lived with anyone aside from my family. Not that I minded at all. The house was really big, and we could both get some alone time if we needed it. No that the need ever really came up. We were just so happy to be together, even if it was initially partially by government order.
One of the main advantages to being at the house was that we both got a lot more relaxed when it came to clothes, me wearing little and Macy usually wearing none. I had no idea she was such a nudist and apparently neither did she until she was given the opportunity. Not that I was complaining. I loved being able to see all of her all the time.
In time she had proven to be as good of a fiancée as she was a pet. There were no rings or any other traditional hoo-ha. But she knew I wanted to marry her as soon as we got the chance and what that meant.
She went easily into the role of homemaker. Even though I had told her it wasn’t needed. My mom had taught me all the life skills boys are usually neglected in before I was old enough to drive and I had been quite self-sufficient for years.
Though she had made it equally clear that it was something that she liked doing and made her feel good, so we agreed to work it into part of her submissive role, doing what she could to serve her master.
That was another change too. We had started off easy with ‘yes, sir,’ a general dynamic for any beginning power exchange involving a hetero pairing with a male dom. One of the things that had changed over the time we were together in my house in the Hills, was that we had evolved our relationship to the point that Macy was always calling me ‘master.’
She had given herself over entirely to me in the context of our play and seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea. We upped the intensity accordingly. In addition to the usual spanking and anal play with occasional bondage, we had amped up the bondage to the point that my little pet couldn’t even cum unless she was at least wearing hand cuffs.
We had gotten more intense with the impact play too. I still spanked her, but she also let me use a belt on her. We had just started experimenting with all kinds of play of this sort when it became clear what had to happen.
As though we had been heard, one morning the radio announced that the home lockdown was ending in rounds and our neighborhood was one of the first to be let out.
“Did you hear that, pet?”
“Sorry, master?”
It was understandable that she might have been a bit distracted when the announcement was made. She was, after all, handcuffed and dealing with my cock all the way in her ass.
“The lockdown is over, pet. For real this time.”
“That’s great! Does that mean it’s time, master?”
“Yes, my pet, it is.”
“May we finish first, master?”
“Of course, my darling little pet.”
I continued pounding Macy, deep inside her tight little asshole until I filled her up with my cum and then we got ready to go.
Macy decided to lie down in the back. Understandable, after what I had just done to her rear.
My good little girl had already found the address of the county court, already having figured out what I had planned but also known I didn’t go in for traditionalism. We were both dressed up in our best; I had gotten the dress for Macy via mail order and it turned out to look even better on her than it had in the picture on the screen.
I was glad I had gone with my instinct to trust Macy and make her not only my pet but also my fiancée and pretty soon my wife. We stood in the court hand in hand. Macy had wanted us to be handcuffed together as a symbolic gesture, but I thought it would be pretty bad optics.
Nevertheless, the procedure went well and we left the court house officially married, with the silver wedding bands to prove it. Unknown to anyone but us, there were special engravings inside the rings. Rather than a creepy poem about one ring to rule them all, written in elvish, mine said MASTER and Macy’s said PET in clear writing.
We were going to be together forever. And I couldn’t be happier.
Macy
I was already tingling, wanting Paul to fuck me every way possible, overcome with the emotion of the day.
We were actually married!
He wanted to stay with me and do what we did together forever. I fought back tears of joy as I sat next to him up front of the car after we had exchanged wedding vows, my ass having recovered from its earlier railing, my recovery generally improving faster the more often we did it. And we had been doing it a lot!
Paul had a surprise for me though. Something I had no idea about until we pulled up to a restaurant I had always wondered about but could never afford.
“You okay to sit?” he asked, always thinking about my wellbeing.
“Yes, master,” I said, pretty sure that I could.
The restaurant was the kind of place where the waiters pulled out the chairs and tied the napkins around your neck. As good a place as any for our first official date in the outside world. The fact that it was happening after we were already married in no way detracted from the specialness of the occasion.
Before we could even ask, a pretty girl in a fancy uniform was there, pouring expensive looking, clear wine into our glasses.
“Have you ever had ice wine?” he asked, picking up his glass.
“No.”
“Try it, you’ll like it.”
He was right. I really did like it a lot and I was someone who didn’t usually like wine, generally thinking that it tasted like off grape juice.
Dinner went off without a hitch and we drove home, my horniness having reached peak levels. Paul knew this, of course – he could read me like a fucking book – and put his hand up my dress and between my legs, playing with my aching pussy while he drove with the other hand, always keeping his eyes on the road.
While he didn’t really go in for tradition, that didn’t stop Paul from scooping me up off the seat and carrying me into the house like a proper bride, heading straight for our bedroom, to get started on our honeymoon.
I didn’t even notice the dress coming off. One minute I was wearing it and being carried into the bedroom, the next I was naked on the bed, not having worn any underwear, of cousre. It seemed as though Paul was as excited to get going as I was.
Spreading my legs wide, he dove in and ate me out with gusto, reaching around my thighs and holding my wrists, pinning me down and keeping me from moving as he devoured my sweet little pussy, bringing me to a massive orgasm. I wanted to shake and scream but he had so much control of me that I was only able to scream.
Paul turned me over roughly, bringing a grunt of joy from my lungs. I loved it when he was rough and masterful. Holding my hands behind my back in one of his hands, he held me down and spanked me hard, turning my ass from lily white to what I was sure looked more like fire engine red.
I closed my eyes, loving the stinging burn. Though I loved the massage that followed even more. That’s what Paul did. He would hurt me a bit, just to make me feel it and then make me feel really damn good!
I heard him open the bedside drawer and I knew want was coming next, the cool metal of the custom-made shackles touching my wrist and covering me with goosebumps from head to toe. Releasing my arms, as they were already well secured, he used both hands to put the shackles on my ankles.
Once I was done up like a thanksgiving entree, he tilted my head back, opening my mouth with his thumb on my chin. Getting the ball-gag fastened behind my head, he started to work on my pussy.
He began with his fingers, putting two deep inside me, fast and hard, working me to the brink before pulling back just before I came, wanting to work me up for it. I forgave him as soon as I heard the cap on the lube.
Giving my asshole a good licking, working in from gently sucking my angry red ass cheeks, he slipped the well lubed butt plug deep into my ass. I closed my eyes and moaned against the ball-gag, trembling with pleasure.
While the butt plug did its job in my asshole, Paul eased the lubed head of his cock against my trembling pussy. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. And it wasn’t just the rubber of the gag.
Shoving his cock deep inside me, he took me by both shoulders and mercilessly pounded me in my tight little pussy until I screamed. My sounds of pain and joy were muffled by the ball-gag.
He pulled out while I was still trembling, lifted my head by my hair and came all over my face, slathering me with his thick, hot cum.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s my good little pet. My wife.”
Stroking himself until he was hard again, Paul got back on the bed behind me and pulled the butt plug out with a pop. Without a moment’s hesitation, other than to quickly lube me up, Paul mounted me again, shoving his cock deep into my asshole and then he started to pump me hard.
It hurt a little but not in the bad way and soon my asshole opened up enough that it actually started to feel good.
I closed my eyes as he fucked my ass, focusing on the wonderful feeling, knowing that I couldn’t move. He was in complete control and would only ever make me feel great.
“I’m cumming, master,” I called out, feeling so good. “You’re making me cum.”
“I’m cumming in you, too,” he said. “In my pet’s little asshole. I love to fuck my wife in her ass.”
“Mmmm,” I said, as he pulled his cock out of me, following by his dripping cream pie. “I love you, sir. Boss. Master.”
“I love you, too,” he replied.
Things could not have turned out any more perfect. He had continued to do work for the firm from home and had climbed the ranks to partnership for his diligence and success under lockdown. I continued to be his assistant, as well as to take care of the house.
Our co-workers knew we had gotten together, and they didn’t seem to care. Everyone had been understandably worried about their health. And now everyone was free to be out in society again, and my husband and I could celebrate our real life together.
I was as happy as I had ever been and knew that I would be forever more.
THE END
Under Strict Orders
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Chapter One - Vik
IMPENDING SHUTDOWN OF BUSINESSES...
The governors’ order flashed on my TV. Suddenly, I found myself facing a lockdown of my business offices, and the lack of a “pet” for my normal proclivities.
I suppose I shouldn’t say “suddenly.” It was a long time coming. The warning signs had been popping up like whack-a-mole since Christmas and the bastards in power were threatening extreme measures.
Locking down an entire city seemed like a bit of an overreaction at
first. We did have a business to run, after all, and I would have liked to have seen the powers that be run anything without the help of the third-biggest Internet server in the Northern Hemisphere. Still though, I could understand their concerns.
I was going to have to find a way to meet the needs of my business and the needs of my kinky interests at the same time. It wasn’t like I could go to Club Lush, where I was used to procuring “pets.”
Where would I find someone who let me have my way with her?
And someone who could help me run the business while other employees weren’t able to work?
It dawned on me that the best place to look was among my current employee pool. I became determined to solve this dilemma ASAP.
I arrived at the office early, as I always did. The approaching 36-hour deadline before the city went into full lockdown, backed by the guns of the local police, had very little to do with it.
I really wasn’t worried. Not because I thought I was immune, but for far more logical, considered reasons.
The lockdown order only really applied to the city and other centers of so-called “civilization,” places where arbitrary laws had authorities to uphold them. This was exactly why I kept a piece of land with a luxury cottage in the nearby mountains. A completely private sale, the area, some 30 acres, was under no one’s jurisdiction but my own. It was fully equipped with solar panels for power and its own private Wi-Fi network, so I could just go up there to finish work on our current important project and wait out the hysteria.
I wouldn’t go up alone, though. I knew myself well enough to know that I would need to bring up an assistant, specifically a female one. Not so much for the human contact; I was fine with keeping my own company for long periods. It was part of how I had gotten as far as I had.
I mostly needed to bring the assistant for help on the project. It was a big job and would be too much for me to effectively do on my own, tech genius though I might be. She would need to have an Ivy League level of intelligence and the work ethic of an Irish dockhand. A tall order, to be sure, but still pale in comparison to my other requirements.