JULIA
I couldn't believe Master let another man touch me. He'd let women touch me before and let me service them, but this was the first time he'd let a man do it. Granted, he was young and a shy virgin, but still. I couldn't believe I'd cum so easily and so hard.
When Master said it was time, I knew what he meant. It was time to surrender my ass to him. I wasn't an anal virgin, but the first time hadn't been pleasant. Five years ago, we'd gotten drunk on our fifth anniversary and he talked me into anal sex. It was painful and not that exciting, at least for me. Now, we'd be doing it again. I hoped it would be better this time around.
"Go remove your plug and take a shower," Master said.
"Yes, sir."
I went into the bathroom, removed and washed my anal plug and got into the shower. I noticed I was getting hair on my mound again, so shaved everything. When I was clean and brushed my teeth, I went into the bedroom and Master had four ropes sitting on the bed and a large bolster pillow.
"Lie down on your stomach over the pillow. I'm going to tie you down."
I didn't speak, merely obeyed. He was my Master. The pillow was high enough it made my bottom stick up and out. He quietly fastened my arms and legs down so I was spread eagled on my stomach. I hoped this didn't mean he expected it to hurt or he would be rough with me, but only realized I responded well to being bound. It was part of what made my fantasies so arousing; I lost control of what was happening to me. Somehow, there could be no holding back, no failure to respond. Since I had no choice, I had to fully open myself to the experience, surrender fully without regard to social norms and propriety; to let go without boundaries.
"Are you comfortable?" Master asked.
"Yes, sir." Both comfortable and aroused. I expected he could see my pussy pouting at him, open and inviting, dewy, but Master wouldn't be using that part of my anatomy tonight. He'd done what he could to prepare me though, so hopefully, it wouldn't be as disappointing as the last time we'd tried.
Master got some lube before he climbed onto the bed, though he didn't use it immediately and I was worried he was going to try to penetrate me without. I worried needlessly. Instead, he began licking and kissing my buttocks, making love to them as he might my breasts. When his tongue dipped within my crack and licked my crinkled star, I jumped, though not far considering the ropes held me down. I felt uneasy when he started, that he would be licking me there, but I had taken an exhaustive shower and made sure I was as clean as I could be, so I allowed myself to melt as his tongue did wonderful things to the nerve endings surrounding my sphincter. It almost seemed the more he licked me, the less my ass clenched, almost as if I were inviting him in, and in a way, I was. I was pretty relaxed after awhile, loose and languid, and even more aroused. I definitely wanted something in me soon.
His mouth left me and he gently rubbed lubricant in and around the muscle, further relaxing me. He got over me and I expected him to find my anus and go into me, but instead, he found my cunt first, sliding deep inside, coating himself with me. He slowly fucked me until I had my first orgasm and was feeling no pain, no anxiety, no tenseness. He pulled out and a few more drops of lube was added to my star before I felt the head of his cock poised at my back door, nudging against me.
"Are you ready, slave?" Master asked.
I realized I'd tightened up again, clenching against the inevitable invasion. I forced myself to relax and said, "I'm ready, Master."
He slowly flexed his hips and I felt myself parting for him. The sense of fullness of the plugs, less wide, but never shrinking for the flange. He was slow and gentle, Finally, he was deeper than any plug and I could feel his balls dangling against my pussy. He was all the way in. There was no pain, a modest discomfort like I was constipated and couldn't force it out, but having my ass prepared by the plugs was a good plan.
For the longest time, Master just rested inside me, letting me grow accustomed to the fullness and the stretching. When he finally moved, I wanted him to move, to feel him move. Unhurriedly withdrawing, then pushing back in, just as slow. Unlike the first time, it did feel good.
"Mmm," I said. "Nice, Master."
"It feels good?" He asked.
"Yes," I wiggled my butt, "it does, sir."
"Can I go faster?" Master asked.
"You're the Master," I said. "I'm at your mercy."
He laughed. He took me to mean I was doing fine and had no objection to increasing his speed. So he sped up, but gradually. He was using all of my ass, going from buried balls deep to my sphincter barely clinging to the head of his cock. He reached below me and played with my clit. I don't know if it would have been necessary for an orgasm, but it didn't hurt. It was also good he'd given me one before we started. I'd never lost the edge of arousal the first one gave me, and I could feel another one building, the warmth and pleasure in my ass spreading outward in circular waves. My nipples were hard, taut, blood engorged buttons.
"Master, your slave requests permission to cum," I said, getting closer and closer to falling off the cliff.
"You have my permission, slave."
It wasn't long afterward I felt the waves of pleasure breaking, the familiar sensation of free falling through space, my body shuddering and trembling as I died the little death, petit mort, as the French say. Still, it left me wanting more, wanted him to fuck me harder, faster. He hadn't cum yet, so my wish could be fulfilled.
"Fuck me harder, Master, faster. Own my ass. Make me beg for it."
He laughed again. And plunged harder, slamming into me. Yes, I thought. Own me. I'm yours, Master. And he owned me. Three minutes later, I was begging him.
"Fuck me. Cum in my ass. Give me permission to cum, Master. God, I'm so close. Fuck me."
He sped up faster and an instant before I climaxed, he stilled and I could feel his warm cum filling my bottom, thick spurts of his cum, his prick pulsing madly. I orgasmed with him, my rectum squeezing and clenching against the fullness. He lay still, supported on the pillows of my cheeks, his body quivering slightly. I could feel the fullness leaving me as he shrank, blood going elsewhere now his present was delivered. One final squeeze and out he popped.
Master left me tied to the bed while he got up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth with which he wiped me down. When he was satisfied, he returned to the bathroom and I could hear him rinsing it out. Upon his return, he released me. I rolled off the pillow and cuddled in his arms.
"Was it better than the first time?" Master asked.
"Much better, sir," I replied. "For the first time, I feel fully owned. There is no part of your slave you haven't made use of." I kissed him.
"So you'd do this again?"
"I'm a slave," I said "Does my Master allow me the choice?"
"Not a slave forever," he reminded me. I didn't want to be reminded. I was enjoying this too much.
"But for now," I said, kissing him again.