We have a safeword. I hate the safeword. Using it protects me, I get it. Using it also means I can”t take anymore of what He gives – I hate that. I used it three times…
I watched in fascination as He attached my cuffed wrists.
“Put your hands flat against the wall. Don’t move them. Get your ass out, now.”
I stepped into position, waiting. I knew what was coming, and while I wanted it badly, I shook with trepidation. This night, we began with the heavy paddle.
I shrieked in pain, my body falling further forward.
“Stand up. Do. Not. Move.”
I willed my knees to hold me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
One side of my ass screamed in blistering pain. I thanked Him for each excruciating one.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Unrelenting, the paddle and the pain became the center of my universe.
Searing pain ripped through my body. I began to lose the ability to hold myself in position. My knees became weak.
“You have a safe word, you know. There’s no shame in using it.” One arm held me up, as I began to fall forward.
“Red…red, red, redredredred,” I sobbed.
He stood me up and wrapped His arms around me. He held me there for a moment before ushering me to the bed. Wrapped in a blanket and nestled in His arms, I began to calm down a little.
“Don’t do that again. If I hadn’t been watching you and seen your body change its reaction, I wouldn’t have known to stop. You have to use the safe word, ok, pet?”
I nodded my head into his chest. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
Once I calmed down, the games began again…
Head down and ass up, I perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for Him to begin again. I felt smooth leather stroke my red ass. I shivered.
SMACK! “Thank you, Sir!” SMACK! SMACK!
I struggled to thank Him properly. The assault on my ass came too swiftly.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you Sir thank you Sir. ThankyouSirthankyouSirthankyouSir.”
My face pressed into the bed, sweat and slobber mixed as I thanked Him over and over again.
He promised marks from this night together. Unrelenting, He paddled one cheek and then another. The pain began to burn. I felt myself lose my desire; my pussy stopped dripping. I could take no more.
“Good girl.” His hands soothed my hot ass. I maintained my position but loosened my white-knuckle grip on the blankets.
I have not moved from my position on the bed. I feel the breeze from the fan on my soaked pussy and ass. Spanking, paddling, and flogging now over, it was time to be stretched.
He purchased a new toy for His growing collection that night. A 12 inch dildo, massive, meant to fill me completely.
I jumped a little as the cold lube hit my cunt. I felt His fingers and hands, working my body. I gripped the sheet, closed my eyes, and lost myself in sensations.
Totally relaxed, I did not balk at the feeling of such a massive dildo sliding into my waiting cunt. Slowly, He began to fuck me with it. Groans and grunts began to escape my lips. I reveled in being fucked and used, filled and stretched.
Deeper and deeper it went. Harder and harder, He fucked me with it. Until it went too deep.
“Oh shit, red, Sir, please, red.”
“Yes, pet. What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“I feel like I’m being punched in the gut from the inside, Sir. It’s no longer enjoyable.”
He set the toy to the side. Within moments, He began to play with my ass…
Later, I asked Him how deep it had gone in.
“Almost all the way, pet.”
“Wow!” I felt perversely proud.
He stretched my limits that night, and I love Him for it. I can only hope that next time, He pushes me even further.