Page 62 of Stripping the Sub
“Try to relax, Ellie,” he said, his voice almost gentle as the cool, slick tip of the first bulb pressed against her anus. His warm palm pressed down on her lower back, making her feel pinned in place – in a good way that made her aware of her vulnerability without making her feel frightened. “This will go much easier if you don’t tense up.”
“Easy for you to say,” she retorted, and then gasped as her sphincter opened to admit the first bulge on the toy, trying to snap shut behind it… but it couldn’t, because unlike anal beads, this ball was attached to another. She’d opened easily for the first bulge, the second didn’t come quite as easily or as quickly.
Ellie moaned, putting her head down on the desk as her anus burned, stretching and tingling as Michael twisted the toy, firmly pressing it into her and pushing the second bulge into her body. Already she felt as full asshe possibly could, and she still had three bulges left.
“Ow… ow… slower, please,” she begged as a sharp ache went through her lower back, the burning of her inner muscles increasing as her ring stretched for the third bulge.
Michael’s hand rubbed her lower back soothingly as he worked the toy a little, pushing it in to stretch her before letting it slide back so only the first two bulges were inside of her. She panted, feeling her pussy begin to quiver emptily, her inner muscles spasming with growing need as the erotic pain grew.
“Take a deep breath and let it out… push…” Michael said, his voice firm. She obeyed without thinking and gasped, tears stinging her eyes as the third bulb pushed inside of her, making the tight ring at her entrance sting and burn. The submissive position and the feel of her ass being invaded by such a large, implacable object made her feel as though she was melting into the desk. She’d probably obey any order he gave her right now, but it gave her a feeling of freedom rather than fear, of trust andcomfort rather than unease. “Good girl.”
Warmth slid her through her.
She was being a good girl.
Atear slid down her cheek as he began working the fourth bulb into her ass. Whining noises escaped the back of her throat as her inner muscles were stretched, fiery discomfort focusing all of her attention on that area, even as she felt wetness seeping from her pussy.
“Ow, ow, ow…” she chanted, her breath catching in her throat. She clawed at the desk when Michael twisted the toy, the many bulges inside of her massaging her insides.
“That’s a good girl,” he said again. “Take it for me.”
She let out a gasping cry as the fourth bulge pushed into her. The toy felt so deep inside of her, her poor hole stretched so wide… and she wasn’t even done yet. She could feel it all the way uptothe back of her throat, pushing at her insides, keeping her stretched ring of muscle from being able to close. It burned continuously, waves of fiery, pricking pain sliding sensuously along the pleasurewhichwas building inside of her. Her nipples felt itchy inside of her corset, and she wished the desk were shaped so she could rub her clit against it, but all she could do was stay in position as Michael finished working the toy into her ass.
Tears dripped down on the desk beneath her, her breath coming as a gasping moan, while the toy pumped back and forth, going deeper, stretching her wider. She didn’t see how her poor hole could ever be the same after this. She was devastated, from the inside out, and she was verging on the brink of orgasm as the toy moved back and forth. Her forehead bowed down to press against the cool wood of the desk, and it was so cool against her hot skin that she turned her cheek to it, letting out a cry as the toy pushed hard and suddenly she was so full she couldn’t breathe at all.
“Good girl, Ellie, that’s all of it,” Michael said soothingly, his hand caressing her lower back. His hand slid down to her pussy and he chuckled. “Although you don’t seem that upset by your punishment.”
Ellie moaned, squirming against his hand as he stroked her tender, soaked folds but didn’t venture close enough to her clit for her to cum.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a mere whisper as she struggled to suck air into her lungs. Her pussy was on fire in an entirely different way from her ass andall she wanted to do was cum. She didn’t know if he’d be able to fit his fingers, much less anything else, inside of her with the toy taking up so much space, but she wanted him to try. She was full to bursting and explosion was imminent. “Please, more…”
His fingers slid around her wet hole, testing the opening but not breeching the entrance. “You obviously love anal, Ellie, why is it on your soft limits?”
“It’s too intimate,” she confessed, trying to move her hips back, craving more of his touch. “I don’t want to do it with everyone.” His fingers were so close to her clit…
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Michael brushed his fingers over Ellie’s pussy, still teasing her, as his mind raced. His cock was pressing against the front of his leathers, rock hard, but he was too distracted by this sudden realization to really feel the urgency his body was trying to communicate. When he’d decided to use the large,bulbed plug on her, he’d also thought to end the scene with anal sex.
Now…
A sudden reversal of decision. If she’d discoveredanalplay was too intimate for her to do on a regular basis, then Michael was going to wait. He’d claim her ass when he was actually claimingher. Once their relationship was real. Because he didn’t want something she considered so intimate that she put it on her soft limits, despite how much she obviously loved it, to become part of their club relationship. He didn’t want to diminish the importance of it by treating it like a normal scene.
But he was going to reward her.
Her pussy was as wet as she normally was at the end of the scene, as it had been after her nipples had been clamped and her ass had been strapped. And all he’d done was insert a plug. Granted, it was a big plug, and she’d struggled to take it, but he still hadn’t expected quite this much of a reaction.
Michael placed his palm flat against her lips, his fingers curving slightly to press down directly on her clit, and he began to move his hand in a slow circular motion.
Her scream of ecstasy was immediate and deafening, her body shuddering as her fingers clawed at the desk, her sobbing cry rising as he continued to manipulate her pussy lips and clit. His cock throbbed against his leathers, and keeping himself from unzipping and just shoving inside of her to experience the tightness of her pussy as it convulsed required a serious amount of willpower.
Instead, he gritted his teeth and concentrated on enjoying the show of her writhing, sobbing climax. Her juices were soaking his hand, the sweet, musky scent of her body’s honey filling the air around them as she came, her buttocks quivering around the thick base of the plug, and her cries ringing in his ears.
He let his movements slow as her orgasm tapered off, leaving her quivering and bent over the desk with her cheek pressed against it. Michael gave her a moment to recover and then he pulled her back by her hips. Her legs were wobbly and gave beneath her, allowing him to ease her onto her knees.
Tears streaked her face, making her makeup run a little under her eyes, and her skin was flushed, eyes almost glassy.
“Open your mouth sweetheart,” he said, his voice gravelly with need. “I want to fuck it.”
