Friday, December 6, 2013

Master's wish is my command

This is an adult blog, with frank sexual discussion and BDSM themes.  There will also be squickiness, so be warned.


"I have a task for you," Master told me. "I want you to wear your anal plug for 90 minutes, and after that, I want you to cum 3 times, hard. Then take out the plug, using only your muscles to expel it, if you can."

Mentally, I sighed; I hate that thing, hate it, hate it. Outwardly, I merely closed my eyes and said, "Yes, Master."

I swear, I will never understand his penchant for the plug.

So after my shower this morning, after I had brushed my teeth and dried my hair and lotioned up my skin,  I retrieved my red anal plug, lube, and a large towel. I spread the towel on the bed and climbed up on the mattress, sitting on my knees on the towel. I flipped open the cap of the lube and squeezed out a decent amount onto the tip of the plug. Then I smeared the lube all down the sides, so it was well-coated. I leaned forward, bracing myself on my left hand, and brought up my left leg leg so I could plant my foot on the bed. Then I took a deep breath and, with my right hand, brought the plug to the entrance of my ass hole.

I slowly worked the tip of the plug inside my ass, pushing, then easing, then pushing more. I felt myself being slowly stretched, and at first it was just an odd sensation, a feeling of being breached more than anything. As the plug was worked deeper, the feeling went from breached to stretched to discomfort and burning, and as I pushed the flared base past the ring of muscles, actual pain. I moaned out loud, because it truly hurt. That's part of my loathing - it fucking hurts every single time, and I caught my breath on a sob and chanted "Ow, ow, ow," even as I finally forced the plug into place. I dropped my hand and knelt on the bed, panting, my ass throbbing and sore, and waited several minutes for my body to adjust.

Once I felt I could move, I pulled on my clothes, including a pad to catch the lube and other fluids that would surely be oozing from my entrance shortly.

The first 45 minutes were OK. I obviously felt full - overfull, really - but as long as I didn't move around too much, it wasn't too bad. As time wore on, though, I became more and more uncomfortable. I had been sitting on the tall wooden stool at the breakfast bar, but as I slid to the side to get off the stool, a stab of fierce pain hit me, stabbing me cruelly from the inside, and I gasped. I ended up just sitting on the couch and not moving, because even just shifting my position caused flares of pain to shoot through me.   

Finally, finally, the 90 minutes were up and I hobbled to my bedroom and carefully shucked off my slacks and panties. Master said I was to cum before removing the plug, and I was feeling torn about it. Cumming is good, of course, but the plug was so horribly uncomfortable by this point that I barely cared. I laid on the bed, on my back, with the towel under my hips, and curled up my left leg so that my foot was on the bed. My right leg was loosely bent and slightly open. The plug felt not quite so awful now, but I was still very aware of it. 

I started stroking my clit with one finger, gently rubbing and teasing it, but I was dry, so it wasn't doing much for me. I slid my hand lower, between my legs, and nudged the tip of my finger into my pussy. There - wait - a tiny bit of wetness. Not enough. I pumped my finger several times, working it deeper, and my body began to respond, creating the slick juices I needed to stroke myself. Yes, that was better. I pressed my finger in farther and wriggled it a bit, wetting it thoroughly, then pulled my finger free and started rubbing circles on my clit again. It was better this time, as it was slick and my finger glided over the nub easily. It didn't take long for my orgasm to take me - it had been a while since I'd been allowed to cum, so it crested fairly quickly,  breaking over me in a steady but gentle wave of pleasure. 

I sighed softly, feeling the way my body had loosened and relaxed. My ass was still sore, still feeling too full, but measured against the tingling pleasure of languid muscles, it wasn't too bad. But Master had specifically said to cum 3 times, so after a minute or two for my breathing to calm, I started rubbing myself again. I brought my left hand up, under my shirt, and pinched and teased and rolled my nipples in my fingers, as my right hand stroked and rubbed my clit. This time I felt the need building, the desire slowly working through my body, and I tossed my head and sighed. My fingers kept stroking and teasing, and my hips started rocking of their own accord. 

As the tension in my body built, the need to cum and find release grew, and I began moaning in pleasure as my fingers rubbed furiously and my hips started bucking, seeking that burst of release. The plug in my ass caused quick sharp flares of discomfort, but I was more tuned to gaining orgasm and so could mostly ignore those twinges. My arm grew tired, and still I rubbed and stroked myself, and I hovered on the cusp between need and relief for a long, long minute. And then my orgasm broke over me, a swift and powerful consuming which forced a long, loud cry past my lips and caused all my muscles to lock up, squeezing and tensing as I rode out the waves of intense feeling. And my muscles all squeezed so tightly that the plug was forced out of my ass, and my cry changed from pure pleasure to pain as it pushed past the ring of muscle at my entrance. Damn it, that hurt!

I laid there, panting, my body a curious and none-too-pretty mix of tingling pleasure and throbbing pain. My ass felt stretched and sore and raw, but the rest of me felt tingly and loose. It was distinctly odd.   

I knew Master had said 3 times, so I picked up my tired arm and started rubbing myself yet again, reaching down with my left hand to insert my middle finger inside my pussy and pump it while I rubbed. I was so tired, and achy and sore and so not in the mood, but my need to obey was greater than my lack of desire, so I kept on. And it took forever, I swear, and my arm hurt so badly from the repetitive motion as I swirled my fingers over my clit, and my moans were more of protest than pleasure, but finally my body responded and I arched my back and tensed as I came for the third and final time. And honestly, it felt forced, and was more painful than pleasurable.

I curled into a ball on the bed and laid there for several minutes, until my heart rate slowed and I felt that I could move again. Then I sidled to the edge of the bed and all but fell off, staggering a bit as my shaky legs were forced to support me. I gingerly picked up the plug by the edge of the base and made my way into the bathroom, where I tossed the plug into the sink and went straight to the toilet. Clean-up after a plug is gross, no two ways about it, and lube acts a lot like an enema, so there I sat as my body expelled waste and lube and blood. Yes, there's always blood, as the plug irritates me inside and causes me to bleed. Wiping myself afterward was no picnic, either, as my ass was so very sore. I will be sore for a couple of days yet, and bowel movements will have pain for the next day, at least. It always happens that way.

At last everything was cleaned up and put away, and I wandered out to the kitchen for a glass of water. I sat gingerly on the couch - yes, my ass flared as I made contact, dammit. But I have the knowledge that I have completed the task set before me, and I will be able to report to my Master that I faithfully followed his directive today.