by Becca Little
“This feels so good.” He said with a moan. “I can’t believe I waited so long for it.”
“It is yours whenever you want it.” I pushed my ass back onto his cock, sliding him deeper inside me.
After moving his cock in and out of my anus multiple times, I felt his pelvis against my bottom. I pushed back a few times, but he gripped my hips and held me there. It was clear that he wanted to be in control, so I relaxed and let him have it. He started off slow, pulling the head of his cock to the edge of my anus and then sliding it in all the way. It was fairly comfortable, mostly accompanied by pressure than anything else. Each time he pushed himself inside of me; it got a little bit easier. Soon, he was moving at a faster pace, which caused his cock to swell and throb as the pleasure got more intense for him. My anus was stretched even more, and it got tighter around his girth, which caused him to pulsate from the intensity. As much as I wanted to roll forwards and backwards with each thrust, I fought the desire and let him simply pound me. It was nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. The fear I had felt over the years was completely unfounded because my husband was not the type of man to hurt me for no reason. He had carefully prepared me and took every measure to make sure I was safe. My heart pounded and my soul brimmed with love for him. He was a wonderful man, and I did not deserve him. I never expected to feel an emotional connection from anal sex, but it quickly formed as he satisfied his desires. As I lay there with my eyes closed, completely submissive to his needs, I felt a tingle in my torso. The movement of his cock against the muscles that lined the area between my anus and my vagina was causing a mild stimulation.
“Oh my god…” My mouth formed a confused expression as my breathing picked up. “I can’t believe I have anything left…”
“Of course you do. There is always another orgasm left if I’m inside you.” He picked up the pace.
The movement of his cock had awakened what I thought was exhausted and spent. I struggled to control it because the mounting excitement caused me to squeeze his cock to the point he could barely thrust it inside of me. After failing to control it several times, he repositioned himself behind me and gripped both of my hips in his powerful hands. Instead of driving his cock inside of me, he started push me forward and pull me back forcibly on his thick pulsations. I was finally able to assist a little bit, forcing him through the tightness until we had a good motion going and both of us were trapped at the peak of an orgasm. I could tell from the way he throbbed inside of me that it was going to be an incredibly powerful one for him. Surprisingly, even though I was mostly spent, I could feel my building up into something pretty incredible as well. We both continued to move against each other, making our bodies connect like they were magnetic until I felt him fall forward and his hand slid down my thigh. He started rubbing my clitoris furiously as he slammed himself deep and started to ejaculate. The increased pleasure was all I could stand and I started to orgasm as well. It was the strangest orgasm of my life, feeling my vaginal muscles clamping down, yet having the pressure above them in my anus. He unloaded his seed inside me as I continued to orgasm and after several drawn out minutes; he slid himself free and pulled me close. As we landed on the bed, the only thing I could hear was our heartbeats.
“I love you so much.” I said as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I love you more.” He kissed my ear, which tickled and me brought a grin to my face.
“I don’t think that is possible.” I sighed deeply as my eyelids got heavy.
My life as his little girl continued, with my obedience firmly reigned in. It took almost six months for my mother to finally speak to me again, but she did invite us to Christmas dinner. Stephen let me have a pass on being his little girl for one night so that we didn’t have to explain it to my parents. I was rather thankful for that. The visit started off a little awkwardly, but surprisingly, my father and Stephen got along fairly well for the first time ever. Perhaps my father actually respected him for standing up to my mother, or perhaps he just felt sorry for Stephen because he was getting the same cold shoulder usually reserved for my father. I went to bed early and they stayed up late smoking cigars, drinking, and telling stories—I hoped none of them were about me. After Christmas, Stephen stopped making me wear diapers. I still felt safe in them and wore them sometimes when he was gone, but they were no longer mandatory. The leg cuffs were removed as well, which allowed me all of the freedom I used to enjoy as his wife, except my normal clothes. Little Julie slowly evolved into Julie Crane, and our fifth anniversary approached. I couldn’t believe I had been his wife for half a decade, a fifth of my life. What was even harder to believe was that I loved him more at that moment than I did the day we wed. My mind was filled with memories of our life together as he opened the door after work.
“Honey, I’m home.” He said playfully as he stepped into the living room.
“Hello darling.” I smiled as he entered the room.
“I think it is time for you to take off that dress, don’t you?” He motioned to it with a wave of his hand.
“Well aren’t you horny today…” I gave him a wicked grin.
“I’m always horny, but that wasn’t what I meant…” He shook his head with a slight laugh. “I mean, we have dinner reservations and I don’t think you can go out dressed like that.”
I hopped off of the couch and ran to him, hopping into his arms as he twirled me around. My punishment was over. One year as his little girl had not been easy, but it had taught me how to be his submissive wife. I no longer had to question whether I was doing what he expected because I knew it as well as I knew the back of my own hand. I washed away the last fragments of Little Julie and slipped into a long black satin dress. I almost instinctively tied my hair up in pigtails, but I stopped myself before I did. I would have to see a stylist soon! I did the best I could with my own resources and thought I was fairly well put together. I had been allowed to give up the bottles and eat what was the equivalent of bland baby food for the last few months, so when I smelled real food in front of me, I about lost it. It took a lot of willpower not to just tear into it with both hands, sans fork or knife. I managed an element of self-control and finished it without embarrassing us both. Dessert was chocolate cake, which tasted like heaven after being without it for so long. The only cake I had for a solid year was a small birthday cupcake I got before I went over his knee for my birthday spanking. By the time our evening out was over, we were both tipsy as we stepped through the front door, barely taking time to pull the key out of the lock before our lips came together.
“I’ve missed you.” He said as he squeezed my ass.
“I thought you liked me being your little girl.” I said playfully. “You can make her do anything you want.”
“I can make you do anything I want as well.” He squeezed my ass tighter and kissed me harder.
“Yes you can.” I said with a sigh as he started to kiss my neck.
The little girl and the grown woman merged together into a different version of me, one able to draw from both roles when needed. After another night of passion, I woke up to a new day. I had woken up to my daily enema for so long that it was strange to see him naked and sleeping beside me rather than already dressed and ready to begin the day. I sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes and I had a sudden craving for coffee. I had barely touched it during my time as his little girl. I reached for my birth control pill and pushed it out of the pack. I felt his hand on my wrist before I could raise it to my mouth. I looked over at him in confusion and he simply shook his head back and forth. My eyes lit up as I stared into his. I had been thinking about it a lot over the last few months, and for him to be the one who stopped me practically melted my heart. I dropped the pill into the garbage and he threw the rest of the pack in after it. Our lives were definitely going to change. I decided coffee could wait and slid back under the covers with my husband. I had never been happier. We had gone through so much, but we had learned lessons we would never for
get—at least I had. I would spend my life as his submissive wife, and he would always take care of me. I knew that I would make mistakes, but I was confident he would help me continue to learn from them. We were bound together, bonded by our love, and devoted to our lives together. I rested peacefully in his arms. I was happy, content, and finally ready to begin a family with the man I loved.