His fingers slid up to her pussy lips and he teased her clit with long swipes that made her want to hump her hips towards him as he neared her opening.
“Do I want to let you come yet? I haven’t decided. Maybe I’ll just see how horny I can get you, with your ass filled and your pussy spread open and slick.”
He teased her unmercifully until Sam thought she’d go mad, and he finally said, “I think it’s time for the next size up.” He wiggled the plug in her ass...or, stretching ring, as he’d called it, but it felt like a plug.
“I’m going to be quick — the next one will go in as soon as this one’s out. If you need to tell me something you can speak; no need to safeword to tell me of a problem.”
She felt empty for a brief moment as the plug came out but he quickly slid the tip of the other in. This one was bigger, and he worked at it a while without seating it. Sam breathed through it, kept her eyes closed, and tried to keep from making noises of complaint.
“Tell me how you’re doing, Samantha. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Sam wanted to look at the toy he was working into her ass, but did as he said and looked up to his face. “It’s a lot, Sir. It’s not a bad hurt, but if I weren’t so horny, it might be.”
Ethan’s smile told her he’d intended as much, and she rolled her eyes as she smiled. “Yeah, yeah, you’re the supreme Dom who knows all. Can I look at it, Sir?”
“You may.”
Her first glimpse let her see the difference between a ring and a plug. The head was much shorter and more bulbous than a normal plug, and the neck part was longer. The flange circled all the way around, to keep it from sinking into the wearer’s body.
“Push out for me, Samantha. Bear down. It won’t take much more. Accept it for me. Take it for me.”
Sam breathed in through her nose and watched her chest rise as her lungs inflated. She blew out through her mouth and her chest deflated. She pushed with her anal muscles as she pressed the air from her, and gasped when the stretching ring finally sank into her and seated. Ethan moved his hand up to her pussy in a gentle caress. “Good girl. How close are you to coming?”
“Very, Sir.”
Three of Ethan’s large fingers sank into her pussy as the fingers of his other hand stimulated her clit. “Come for me, Darlin’. Let me see you lose yourself in pleasure, come around my hand.”
Sam didn’t need him to tell her twice, and her pussy began spasming around him almost instantly. He brought her to climax after climax, until she lost count. When at last he let her enjoy an orgasm until its end, instead of ramping her right back up again before it finished, all she could do was gasp for air.
When she was almost breathing normally again he said, “Remember when I told you there’d be four different aspects to your training? This was the first, and it’s time to show you the second. The anal rings are aluminum, which means they won’t bend with you when you move around. Take your time releasing your legs, and then I need you standing beside the bed.”
Sam’s hips protested as she let her legs down. When she sat up, she understood what he meant about the aluminum not giving like silicon. He helped her stand and walked her to the stool, with the mirror propped on the wall beside it.
The grotesquely huge butt plug was now resting on the stool, and Sam said, “If we ever need a traffic cone, we can paint it orange and we’ll be good.”
“I believe I only lifted speech restrictions if you had information you needed to give me?”
Sam opened her mouth to protest, realized he was right, started to apologize, but was afraid she’d open herself to more punishment if she spoke again.
“I’ll let it slide for now, as I think you were in speaking mode and forgot it’d been with limitations.”
Sam gave her best ‘thank you’ smile, and Ethan said, “You’re welcome. Now, lube the plug well and straddle it. I want you to pull the ring from your ass just before you sit yourself down on the plug. I know how far I got it into you earlier, we’re going to see how far you can get yourself onto it without taking it past the point of moderate discomfort. If you push too hard you’ll need time to heal, and then we’ll have to start again. The trick throughout your training will be to find the balance between a healthy stretch and a damaging one.”
Sam accepted the lube from Ethan and took her time making sure the plug was slick. She squatted over it and twisted around to pull the stretching ring, and made involuntary grunts and groans as her ass felt both relief and protest as it came out. She quickly sat herself onto the monster plug and leaned forward with her forearms on her knees as she lowered herself onto it. Ethan took the stretching ring from her hand and she shifted to grasp her thighs for leverage as she slowly sat on the plug and spread her ass open.
When she was sure she’d gone as far as she should, she stopped and said, “That’s it, Sir.”
He inspected the side of the cone and said, “Very good. I’m pleased with your progress. This gives me a good idea of what you can take both before and after a nice warm-up. Sit where you are just a little bit longer. Let me note the measurement in my spreadsheet and we’ll move onto the next training aspect.”
He reached for his phone and Sam closed her eyes. Her entire body felt taut — her thighs holding the weight of her body as much as possible, her abs as she leaned into her thighs, her knees and calves. And yet her ass was spread wide and demanded most of her attention. She could see her lower body in the mirror, and she wondered why he’d wanted her to see this.
A few minutes later she had her answer as he stepped back to her and leaned down again, so she could see his face between her legs in the mirror. He used a permanent marker to circle the plug, saying, “When you can sit down to the line, you’ll be able to handle me.”
Sam’s eyes grew wide at the distance she still needed to go.
“Don’t panic. We have plenty of time to get you there.” He stood and touched his palm to her stomach. “Stand up. You can lean back against me, or forward on my hand, if you need, for balance. I won’t let you fall.”
Sam breathed in relief as she stood and her asshole was finally allowed to close.
“Speech restrictions are lifted for a while. You can talk as you wish, just use respect. This next phase is about making sure you keep all of the muscles we’re stretching toned, and while we’re at it we may as well tone your pussy muscles, too.”
He opened a box and turned it towards her so she could see the anal beads inside. “The stretching ring is made of an aluminum alloy to keep it light. These are made of stainless steel to give them some weight.”
Ethan reached for the spreader bar under the bed and pulled it out. He’d made this one from PVC pipe instead of buying one, as he’d wanted to stretch her until she was practically in the splits. When he attached her ankles to the very end, her crotch was only about a foot off the ground. He rarely used the holes on the end when she was standing, though. He preferred a set of narrower holes that put her in the perfect position for him to fuck from behind when on his knees. He’d built a padded footstool to lean her over, just the right height to make her totally helpless when bound to it and spread wide.
However, today he positioned her facing the bed and had her spread her legs until they reached the outermost holes. He handed her the bondage strap to hold onto for balance and said, “The anal beads will go in your ass and you’ll be required to hold them in. I also have a dozen glass marbles to go in your pussy.”
He proceeded to poke the string of heavy anal beads into her, leaving the last hanging out like an obscene pug tail as she looked behind her into the mirror.
He donned a glove before poking the glass marbles into her pussy as he said, “I soaked them in alcohol and let them dry, then boiled them, to be sure they’re sterile. I’m wearing the glove since I just poked the anal beads in — next time I’ll do the marbles first. I’m inserting a dozen, and we’ll count to be sure all twelve come out.”
Sam moaned in pleasure
as his finger went into her pussy, and groaned in complaint as his hand left to retrieve another marble.
“Today I want to get an idea of what you can do. Every two minutes you hold them in will give you one chance to speak without punishment when under speech restrictions. Starting now.”
Sam clamped down hard on both the anal beads and the marbles. “What if I lose them from one place and not the other? Does the time keep going?”
“If you lose them from your pussy but not your ass — or the other way around — then you’ll earn a chance every four minutes. Your time doesn’t round up, though. If you last three minutes and fifty-five seconds, only the first two minutes count. This means you need to hold out for as long as you possibly can, because it’d be a bitch to miss the next cut-off by only a few seconds.”
“You aren’t going to let me see how long I’ve lasted?”
“Not until you’ve dropped both the marbles and beads. I may decide one marble by itself doesn’t count, and let you continue if you hold the rest. Same with the anal beads, if you only lose one but seem to be in control of the rest I’ll let you keep going and won’t count it. So if you have a muscle twitch and lose one, try to keep holding on.”
Sam wanted to keep count in her head, but Ethan kept talking to her. After a while, talking grew more difficult as her pussy and ass muscles protested. The weight of the beads made her feel like she needed to have a bowel movement in the worst sort of way, and her pussy muscles were quivering with the effort to hold the marbles in.
Worse still, the trembling moved the marbles and beads around inside, and she was right on the edge of an orgasm. She knew she’d lose everything if she came.
If she could do this for twenty minutes, she’d have ten opportunities to talk while under speech restrictions. Surely she could last twenty minutes?
The anal beads were the first to hit the floor, and the action of them coming out threw her into an orgasm, which propelled everything from her body at high speed.
Ethan was supporting her weight when the orgasm finished, and she leaned back against him, exhausted.
“Did you have permission to come?”
“No Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was going to until it started. I mean, I’ve been pretty close for a while, but thought I had it under control. I had no idea losing the anal beads would trigger it. I’m sorry, Sir.”
He kissed her cheek from behind, his arms and body still supporting her. “Okay, since we haven’t worked on orgasm control during anal play, we’ll call it one stroke of the stainless instead of three, and I’ll add some anal play into your denial training sessions.” He leaned to unclip her from the spreader bar and helped her stand before pressing her forward until she was bent over the bed.
“Let’s get it over with before we move onto the final aspect of training.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped into her closet a moment and came back to her head first, holding the cane in front of her lips for her to kiss before he stepped behind her. Sam wanted to give him her submission, and understood this was an important step towards accepting her punishment. She’d agreed to the power exchange, agreed to the rules, and now had to pay the consequences for breaking them.
As her lips touched the cane, he asked, “Why are you receiving this?”
“For having an orgasm without permission, Sir.”
“That’s correct. Grab your elbows behind your back, and don’t release them until you’re told.”
Sam complied and within a few seconds felt the cut of the cane across her lower ass. She bellowed like a wounded animal, and squeezed her hands to be sure they stayed on her elbows while desperately trying to suck in oxygen and deal with the burn and shock soaking through skin, muscles, nerves, and bones.
Ethan helped her stand and pulled her to him, folding her into his embrace as he rubbed her back. “You can drop your arms. It’s over, Darlin’.” The fire in her ass didn’t diminish, but his gentle strength soothed her soul, and she let him take care of her.
“Do you need something to drink before we start the final bit?” Wow, now that he mentioned it, her mouth felt as if it’d been wiped with cotton. She nodded and he reached for a bottled water on the night table, and helped her with it.
When she’d had all she wanted he took a few long drinks, and Sam found herself mesmerized by the muscles of his throat. He set the water down and perused her face, deciding how she was holding up. He finally said, “This last part shouldn’t be too bad. We’ll likely do it twice on weekends and once during the week for a while, but can probably back off to twice a week before long. Here, stretch out on the bed; you can lie on your stomach this time, if you’d rather.”
He pulled a long, floppy dildo with a plug base from his bag. “I had this custom made, too. Once we get you used to having something deep, I won’t have to worry so much about hurting you when I pile-drive into your ass.” He smiled and lifted the toy into her line of sight. “This isn’t very big around; it’s only about two thirds the diameter of the plug you managed earlier.”
Sam had started out on her stomach but rolled to her side so she could see him — and the dildo — as he talked. He held the dildo sideways, showing off the slits through it about every half inch. “I have the harness set so it’ll be about a half inch longer than the depth you took the other night. Remember what I said about not stimulating your ass with fucking motions? It’ll go in and the harness will hold it in place for eight to ten hours before I remove it. You’ll sleep in this for now, as it won’t be comfortable to sit until you can take the whole thing. We’ll always make sure you’re clean inside first so you won’t need to go to the restroom.”
He loaded a lube launcher and eyed her position. “Feel free to move around as you need to, whatever’s most comfortable. The best position for this is probably either knees and chest, or standing while bent over something with your chest touching but not your stomach, or lying on your left side with your right leg pulled up.”
Sam thought a moment and pulled her right leg to her chest. He nodded his approval and shot the lube into her ass before thoroughly coating the dildo.
Her ass protested at the initial invasion, but she breathed through it and forced herself to relax and open for it, thankful he was going slow and allowing her time to get used to it. After what felt like a couple of inches, he stopped pushing and said, “Let your leg down and get comfortable, just leave it high enough to give me access.”
She complied and he slowly snaked the dildo into her. He hadn’t been kidding about not giving her the sensation of being fucked; this was too clinical to be arousing in a primal way. However, the super slow, controlled, endless invasion was turning her on in its own way, and she moaned in frustration.
“Tell me when I reach the end. We’ll push past it a little, but I’ll go slow and your body should accommodate quickly.”
“What is this, the royal we?” She turned her head towards him and raised her eyebrows as she said, “I’m not pushing past anything. Sir. I’m just laying here.”
Ethan appraised her a few long seconds and Sam’s heart dropped as she worried he’d taken her words as disrespect instead of the lighthearted teasing she’d intended. His mouth finally broke into a half smile and he said, “I intend to do this for you most of the time, but there may be times I instruct you to put it in before you turn in for the night. Watch the sass, Samantha. I know you didn’t mean any disrespect, but you’re skirting the edge. Tell me how this feels.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She took a breath and answered his question. “It doesn’t hurt, and there’s plenty of lube so it’s sliding in easy enough, but it feels like I need to go to the bathroom. I know I don’t. You had me clean myself pretty thoroughly, so there can’t be anything needing to come out, but…” She shook her head. “I’m not sure how I’ll handle this all night, Sir. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”
“That’s why we’re doing it on the weekend; if you don’t sleep well yo
u can always nap tomorrow. I’m hoping to give you enough orgasms to send you to sleep tonight though, so don’t worry about it too much just yet.”
He finally hit a wall and Sam gasped as her body involuntarily tried to move towards the headboard. Ethan stopped and said, “Reach your arms up as high as you can and try to stretch your spine. Move however you need to get comfortable, just focus on elongating your torso as you do.”
Sam stretched up and rolled partway to her stomach, letting her leg down some more as she did. She felt Ethan’s strong hands gingerly pushing the dildo in, felt it touching the wall and sliding on it, but she could handle it this time.
“Okay, Darlin’. I need to strap the harness onto you. Can you pull your knees up just enough to give me a few inches to get under you?”
“I think so, Sir.”
She shifted the rest of the way onto her stomach as she bent both legs and pushed her bottom into the air. Deft hands ran the strap through her legs and under her stomach, and straps were wrapped around her waist.
“I had this made so the lock will go on your right side, since you usually sleep on either your left side or your stomach.”
“Lock, Sir?”
“Yes, Darlin’. This doesn’t come out until I say it does.”
“Or until I safeword?”
“Why would you safeword?” He sounded exasperated. “It’s not very big around, and you’ll soon get used to the length. You’ll feel like you need to take a shit all night, and you’re likely to have some bowel spasms here and there, but nothing you won’t be able to handle.”
Sam kept her face looking away from him as she said, “Well, Sir, if you don’t want me to safeword all you have to do is take it away from me.”
“Ah, you think you can force my hand? Is that it? If you safeword, the dildo comes out for the night and we’ll have to start over with it tomorrow night. It’ll mean the fun plans I have for tomorrow night won’t happen. If you safeword tomorrow night, we’ll have to do it Sunday night. You can either have this in your ass two or three times a week, all night long, or you can take it every single night and safeword out of it to make your little juvenile point. Of course, then we won’t be playing at any of the stuff you enjoy.”
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