JULIA
"I want you to prepare my cock and your ass for fucking," Master said.
"Master?" I questioned.
"Put lube on my cock and your asshole," I responded. "I'd like to see you play with it."
"I can't see it," I said. "I might miss when I try to put lube on."
"You can feel around for it. I'm sure you have enough hand/hand coordination to ensure you're close enough to the target not to get it all over the bed."
I'd never played around with my butt hole before. My pussy hundreds, if not thousands of times, but never my anus. I removed the top off the lube bottle and pulled my legs up toward my head and put my left hand on one of the cheeks and starting inching in toward my sphincter. I'd seen it in a mirror a few times, most recently when I shaved myself bare, knowing what it looked like, but never touching it other than with tissue. I knew I was getting closer, my fingers slowly feeling down the slope. And there it was.
The hard muscular ring around the entry to my ass, little ridges and lines, the tiny pit in the center the ring protected. I moved the bottle until I touched my other hand, and keeping contact with it, tipped the bottle down, feeling the cool liquid, drip, drip, drip, over the tip of my finger and onto the hole. I smeared it around with that finger, rubbing it for two inches in all directions from the epicenter. Drip, drip, pushing a little inside me with my fingertip, even that tiny penetration feeling fine. The hole widened slightly as if it knew what was coming and prepared for it.
Master lay on his back on the bed, his cock a flagpole, down at a 45 degree angle, but still hard. I dripped some lubricant on the head and smoothed it down, adding more and more until his entire cock felt slippery in my hand.
"Mount me," he ordered hoarsely, his mouth suddenly dry.
I straddled his hips and adjusted his cock until I felt the head in contact with my slickened hole, then let my weight drop, feeling him expand the ring, pushing past it and up into my rectum. I gasped as I slid down his pole, so full, the Trainer buzzing away inside of me. I climaxed almost immediately, before I reached the bottom of his cock. My body tightened around my intruders as I sank the rest of the way down until I rested on his legs, still quivering through my orgasm.
"I put you in charge of our pleasure," Master said. "Fuck yourself on my prick."
I did, going as fast or slow as I wanted. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, sometimes not moving at all except for the Slave Trainer vibrating in my cunt. Master had cum several times already today. He was not going to cum fast, so I moved to accommodate me, to pleasure myself without his dick becoming a pain in my ass. While I moved on him, his hands were free to play with my breasts. To flick my turgid nipples with his fingers, to squeeze the pliant flesh in his hands, to pinch and tongue and suckle, adding that pleasure to the pleasure centered in my groin. I orgasmed often, but none of them satisfying or ending the craving, always another one just behind it, building before the last one ended. The little ones the preliminary tremors, warning you of the major fault shift to come. The one that would change your world as you knew it, raising mountains, creating new seas, fracturing cities. It was there, forming, mounting, escalating, just out of reach, the warning sirens blaring, signaling danger, danger, seek shelter.
Master was tonguing my left nipple, hard, plump button. Suddenly, he bit, a flare of pain, and there it was. Seismographs going wild, the pens leaping back and forth across the page, the earthquake warned about, prepared for, though never for this. I surrendered, I screamed. I shattered, I exploded, then floated, drifting in crystal shards through space; gravity gone, mind gone, everything gone but spasms at the center of my being. Suddenly, a collapsing star, falling inward to the objects penetrating me, every thought, every emotion centered on my plugged core, time missing, all going black.
"Julia," shaking, "Julia are you okay." I was lying on top of him, Master shaking me. Who was Julia? I was a nameless slave, beloved of her Master. I opened my eyes and there was Master, eyes worried.
"What's wrong, Master? Why are you worried?"
"You passed out, Julia. You suddenly collapsed against my chest and became non-responsive."
"No, I didn't pass out, Master. I orgasmed. It was beautiful. The best, most powerful orgasm I've ever had. I can still feel the tremors, the aftershocks. Oh, Master, I've never felt anything like it. All feeling, all sensation centered on my cunt and the cock in my ass. I thought some of the other orgasms I've had were good. This was something special. I've never felt anything like it. I maybe closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the feeling, but I can assure you; I didn't pass out. I remember everything."
"Really?" Master asked, doubtfully.
"It was beautiful. I was floating, like a dandelion seed on the breeze." I had a sudden thought. "Master, you climaxed too, didn't you? I was in charge of your pleasure. Please tell me you orgasmed and I didn't neglect you through mine?"
"No. I climaxed. Just before your eyes closed and you dropped onto my chest."
"Did I just drop, splat, or did I lower myself quickly, sir."
"More of a lowering thing, I guess. Fast, but not splat fast."
"See. I didn't pass out. I was just enjoying the sensations, swept away by the emotion of it all. You worried for nothing."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm good; better than good. I'm great. I'm still floating. It was a mind bending experience. Fuck, that one was worth all the others I've had today put together. It made wearing this orgasm machine all day worth it. Still you need to turn it off. You orgasmed. I get an hours rest. I shall need every minute of it to recover."
Master squirmed out from under me, found his phone and turned off the Slave Trainer.
"Is that your cum running out of my ass and down my leg, Master?"
He looked down at my bottom. "Some of mine, but it looks like it's mixing with some of yours from your pussy. I'll get something to clean both of us up. Since you get an hour without cumming, why don't you remove the Trainer and put it on the charger."
I rolled to the edge of the bed and got off without sitting down on it. We'd probably need to change the sheets anyway, but no point in making it worse than it was.
"Master, I'm starving," I said as he returned from the bathroom. "Nothing like orgasms all day to make a slave hungry. I need to be fed quickly or I might really pass out."
"I promise to feed you, but first things first." He handed me a warm, wet washcloth and I wiped myself down after removing the Trainer. I handed it back so he could use it on his cum covered cock.
"I'll start dinner while you clean your Trainer. You might even want another shower. I'm not sure one washcloth can do the job."
It was a good idea. It didn't have to be more than a quick shower, but it felt good to let the warm water roll over me. When I got to the kitchen, Master suggested I mix a salad. He was grilling two lovely NY strip steaks on the JennAir grill. He was naked and looked good enough to eat himself.
"Medium, dear slave?"
"Medium rare, sir, if it gets it to my belly faster," I replied. "I feel like I haven't eaten today."
"Medium rare it is. It should be ready in five minutes."
"I'll set the table, Master."
Master soon brought the food to the table. He cut both steaks into bite size pieces. While he ate one, he fed me the other as I sat on his lap, interspersing the steak with forkfuls of salad. Occasionally, a drop of dressing or meat juice would drip while he fed me and he'd lick it off my skin, taking his time with it. By the time we were done eating, I wanted to fuck again, and told Master so. I was a sex slave.
"You're becoming insatiable," Master said. "I might not survive your slavery. It's been an hour. Put your Slave Trainer in."
I kissed him and got off his lap. When I returned, the kitchen was cleaned and the food put away. Rather than taking his naked slave again, Master brought me to the family room and turned on the TV. We sat together on the couch and watched some of our favorite recorded shows together, Master lightly caressing me while the Slave Trainer brought me to orgasm after orgasm. At one point, around 8:30, Master grew hard once more and I sucked him until his salty cream spilled forth. There wasn't much to go around this time. Master was right. I might end up fucking him to death. By ten, I was tired and wished to go to bed. Climaxing all day was hard work.
"I haven't used your beautiful cunt all day long," Master said. "You may go to bed when you get me hard enough to fuck you."
"Yes, Master."
I tried, but Master had cum too often today and wasn't able to get hard again right away. His cock remained limp no matter how hard I tried despite all my new found cocksucking skills. I tried again around eleven, and while he showed more promise than an hour before, he remained too flaccid to penetrate me. Trying again forty minutes later, I finally achieved the results I desired. We removed the Slave Trainer and his cock slid into my wet cunt for the first time today. Despite my weariness, Master made me cum again, though he had very little moisture to add to my own when he finally climaxed. Turning off the TV, we went to the bedroom and Master showed me the two outfits available for me tomorrow, the oriental style silk dress with the very high side slit, or the leather harness which did nothing to cover me. It would be almost worse than going naked, as it accentuated and enhanced my nudity rather than provide cover. I could certainly never go out in public with it, which pre-supposed Master had no plans to take me out tomorrow.
"It's the end of the day," Master asked; "which is worse, unlimited orgasms or orgasm denial?"
"Both of them have disadvantages. Cumming all day made me hungry and tired. All the muscles which are normally involved in an orgasm are sore. Despite this, orgasm denial is worse. Needing to cum and being unable to is worse. How many times did I cum today, sir?" I asked.
Master checked his phone. "Eighty-seven."
"Eighty-eight, sir," I replied. "I climaxed just now while you fucked me. Since the Trainer wasn't in me, it couldn't measure that one."
"You've been a busy girl today."
"And I'll sleep the sleep of the dead as a result, Master."
Master smiled at me and kissed me. "Of course you will. You're a good sex slave. You've been a slave now for almost a week and have had a chance to form some opinions on the matter. How do you like being a sex slave?"
"So far, Master," I said, "I've loved it. I've never had better sex. Not just in frequency, but in quality. At least five of the orgasms I've had have been the best I've ever experienced, probably more."
"I assume you're still willing to continue then."
I hugged and kissed him. "Yes, Master." I wrapped my arms and legs around him and quickly slipped into a coma like sleep.