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Story 1 “Molly.” Scott’s voice sent butterflies fluttering around Molly’s belly. Biting her lip, she doubled the knot on her robe and headed down the stairs. He’d made himself at home, she saw. Her beloved cat obviously approved, and was getting a gentle back scratch. Molly made her way to stand in front of Scott. He was gorgeous and if she’d been wearing panties, they’d be wet. Not from the shower. “Did you need something?” She asked. She’d shown him where the spare towels were and invited him to help himself to anything in the fridge. She didn’t have guests often so she hoped she hadn’t forgotten anything. “You.” He told her with a smile. Molly bit her lip. She loved his flirtatious ways but she wasn’t entirely confident in reciprocating. Luckily, Scott seemed to understand that she needed direction more than autonomy. “Take that robe off.” Glancing towards the window, she saw that he’d taken the time to close the blinds. Reaching for the knot in the sash, she tried not to think about what a turn on it was that in a minute, she’d be completely naked and he’d be completely clothed. Shrugging out of the robe, she wondered where to put it until he reached out and took it from her. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question. Nodding, she wondered what to do with her empty hands. Gently setting her precious cat aside, he smiled and spread his knees. “Kneel.” He ordered softly. That was something Molly was only too happy to do. Setting her hands on his knees, she settled down between his feet, grateful for the physical affirmation of their different status. She was the sub and it was up to him to lead and decide. Reaching behind her head, he tugged the elastic that held her ponytail in place and ran his fingers through her wet hair, clenching his fist until she couldn't move her head without pain. Instantly, she relaxed. On a visceral level, her body accepted that it was no longer in charge of anything. Scott would decide and all she needed to do was obey his instructions. He seemed to see the change in her and smiled. Reaching to the side, he pulled back the throw blanket to reveal condoms, lube and a dildo. She’d expected that, but not at ten o’clock in the morning for some reason. His flight had been delayed last night and she’d only managed to vaguely wave to her collection of toys before they’d fallen into bed and sleep. Clearly, he’d found time to explore while she’d been in the shower. The dildo was actually a nozzle that could be fitted to the shower hose but it was close enough in girth to a real penis. “Do you want to put this in yourself, or do you want me to do it?” He asked. Molly groaned. He couldn’t have asked her a more embarrassing question. “If you want to do it yourself, I will watch you do it.” She felt her cheeks heat at the prospect. There was no way she was pushing an artificial cock up her ass while he watched! Then again, she wasn’t entirely comfortable asking him to do such a thing. Seeming to understand her predicament, he nodded and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Up you get. Turn around, legs apart, and bend over.” When she looked ready to protest, he raised an eyebrow. “And reach back to pull your butt cheeks apart as wide as you can.” Mortified, she stood and turned away, her hands coming back to cover her bottom before she bent over. It was as if, for a moment, she thought the overall average of covering her ass and then presenting it would somehow work out to an un-embarrassing medium. Still, she didn’t want to ruin things and spread her legs then bent at the waist. “Beautiful.” Scott whispered. She heard a squirt of lube and his cold, slippery finger pressed against her bum-hole. She tried to relax and felt him slide into her body. “You’ve been doing the training, like we agreed?” Scott asked, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her body. Suddenly she wished he’d gagged her - not so that she couldn’t speak but because then he wouldn’t be asking her these awful questions. Or, at least, he wouldn’t be expecting any answers. His free hand came down hard on her ass cheek. “Answer the question.” He demanded, pushing a second finger into her. “Yes.” Molly admitted. They had, sort of, negotiated how she would prepare for his visit. Each day, she’d worn a plug for an hour or more to get accustomed to the feeling. When the time was up, she’d been required to thrust the plug fully in and out for a hundred count. Usually, she’d done it laying on her side on the bed, lingering at the widest part of the plug, where it was most uncomfortable. She liked to imagine that it was Scott doing it and what he might say. She always thought that he’d offer some sympathy for the discomfort but also remind her that if it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth doing. She must simply endure it because it pleased him. The dildo, though not particularly long, was stout and did not have the groove her bottom could close on for respite. It went in thick and stayed that way, enforcing a hard stretch. Scott stood up to have a better position as he pressed it slowly into her body. “No, don’t squirm.” He told her softly, rocking it incrementally into her bottom. Molly did her best not to clench but it wasn’t easy. She knew that she could take it easily. She had many times in recent weeks - and usually when it was pushing water under pressure into her bottom. All those times, she’d been doing as ordered but she’d been in control to stop or slow the progression of the nozzle into her. Having Scott in control was completely different. Short of safe-wording, she had no say in how things would go. That was great when it came to him taking the lead but it was also terrible when he was pushing an artificial cock into her butt and not giving her any option but to let him do it. Once it was fully seated, he resumed his torture-by-embarrassment. “How does that feel?” “Ok.” Molly said, pleased to have found the shortest possible answer. “No, I want you to tell me exactly what you’re feeling: physically, mentally, emotionally.” Scott corrected. “But first, let’s get you upright and turned around so you can tell me with eye contact and I can enjoy your blushes.” Reaching down, he placed a hand on each of her breasts to steady her as she straightened. Pulling her back for a moment, he ground his pelvis against her bottom, bumping the end of the makeshift phallus. Satisfied by her sharply drawn breath, he sat down again and looked his fill. That ass was going to feel amazing when he sank into her. Molly was anything but subtle - so he knew that anal sex after punishment was a big turn-on for her. She’d also given him plenty of pretextes for punishing her. The big one was letting her hang-ups interfere with giving him what he wanted. That was going to stop and stopping it was going to be great fun: for him. She probably wouldn’t enjoy it quite as much as he would, but then she didn’t want to. Molly liked her submission to be like a weighted blanket, pressing down on her. Reaching over, Scott lightly dragged his nails from the upper curve of Molly’s ass to mid-thigh. He wanted to laugh when he saw her shiver at the sensation while he watched pink lines appear on her skin. Reminding himself that she was supposed to be telling him, in detail, what she was feeling, he patted the side of her thigh to urge her around. Knowing that she might have plenty to say, he dropped a cushion between his feet for her to kneel on. This time, her hands slid around the backs of his ankles as if she hoped he wouldn’t notice but still needed to maintain physical contact. That was fine with him: he planned on playing with her tits while she told him what she was feeling. She didn’t make him wait. “Physically. I feel stretched and full and pleasantly achy. Did you know that the vagus nerve can be stimulated right through the walls of the rectal cavity? There’s research to show that it can reduce epileptic seizures and depression. Though usually, vagus nerve therapy is applied at the neck.” Knowing a dodge when he saw one, but filing that bit of trivia for future consideration, Scott shook his head. “I can Google that later. Right now, I want to know how it feels for you, right now.” “Good.” She admitted. “Though I’m not sure how much of that is physical or mental or emotional.” Her thumbs were stroking randomly over the curve of his ankle bones. Scott didn’t think she was aware of what she was doing but it was surprisingly distracting. He didn’t tell her to stop, but he mirrored the action over her nipples and she pressed into his hands, clearly enjoying his touch. “Mentally? It feels... reassuring. I knew that you would do this at some point though I didn’t expect it to happen quite so fast.” She flashed him a rueful smile. “It sounds weird, but I’m glad I don’t need to worry about when you’ll take control now. You’ve already started and that makes me feel more secure. It’s like I don’t need to worry about being my vanilla self or the hostess with the mostess. I can just be me and you’ll tell me what you want and need.” “Emotionally? It feels intimate and like I’m somewhere I belong. It’s where I want to be.” She looked down where Scott’s fingers were pinching her nipples a bit more roughly and though she shifted as if to get a bit closer and ease his tugging, her hands continued stroking the back of his legs. “What do you need from me, right now?” He asked. Instantly, he could see that she was trying to find the words to express what she needed but in a way that would minimise any pressure for him to deliver it. For someone so chatty, she was really terrible at asking for anything. That was going to change too. “I need to be used.” She finally whispered. “I want to feel possessed, even if it’s just for a little while.” “Possessed? Does that make me a demon?” “No, not that way. Possessed as in owned, but with some intensity. Not owned like a book you might around to reading some day. Maybe. If you have time. Owned like something you’ve wanted for a while and now that you have it, you are going to savour it. Something you value.” Scott liked that distinction though he noticed that she still hadn’t really told him anything about her desires. It was like pulling teeth. He had a plan though. “Ok. In that case, I think I’ll start by spanking you.” Scott could feel the sudden acceleration of her heart beneath her skin. “Over my lap.” He ordered, shifting towards the middle of the sofa. “No arguing.” He warned sharply when she opened her mouth. Shrugging, she positioned herself into what was effectively a plank over his lap. She was giving him less of her weight than the cat had. It wasn’t a position she’d be able to keep for long but more to the point, he didn’t want her to even try. “Hands at the small of your back and toes off the floor.” Sighing, she gave in, letting herself relax against him. Clamping one hand on her wrists, he took a moment to stroke her skin and consider for a moment the nestled dildo between her cheeks. With his free hand, he took a moment to twist it and then rocked it gently until she squirmed a bit. Though it was her first spanking from him, he didn’t go easy on her. His hand cracked against the skin of her ass and left a white print that quickly flushed to a light pink. He wondered how much deeper a shade of pink he’d be able to generate and how many spanks it would take to cover her whole bum. Feeling very scientific, he started systematically peppering different parts of the flesh offered up to him. It wasn’t just the colour of her skin... he was fascinated watching her try to stay relaxed. He smiled as her ankles crossed and her toes curled. When she bent her knees in a pointless effort to protect her bottom, he cheerfully smacked her thighs earning the first sound of protest but her feet lowered. Feeling just a little bit mean, he patted her thighs. “Legs apart, I want to make sure I don’t miss those<b> inner thighs.</font></b>” With the first swat, she was squealing against the sofa cushions and squirming frantically. “Oooh... you really don’t like that.” Scott announced cheerfully as if she was unaware. In his left hand, her wrist twisted suddenly and she grabbed on to him, obviously seeking comfort from him even as she submitted to the spanking. The redness of her bottom had already started to subside so he gave her a few final smacks and then ran a hand over her hot skin, giving her time to catch her breath. When she seemed to have regained some semblance of calm, he helped her back down onto her knees. “Thank you.” She whispered. Scott leaned forward for a kiss and then moved to whisper in her ear. “I want you to go upstairs. Use the bathroom if you need to. Take out the plug and clean it and then get on the bed with pillows under your hips and just wait for me to come up and fuck your ass.” “Yes sir.” He steadied her as she got to her feet and watched as she headed up the stairs, ruefully wondering how he was going to follow without maiming himself with the zipper on his jeans. |
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A great little story so far girl. I will be looking for the next installment.
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