Anal Slut Training #MasturbationMonday #SpankA2Z

“We’re going to try something new today, pet.” Marcus never looked up from his newspaper, seemingly engrossed in the sports section, detailing the current Stanley Cup standings. He worked hard to keep his voice steady, almost bored. “I expect you to get your ass ready for me the way we’ve discussed.”

Dahlia missed the smirk twitching across his lips as her book fell forgotten in her lap.

“Um, Sir?” She let out a loud exhale, causing him to look directly at her. The force of his stare sent a quivery feeling rushing through her entire body. “Yes, Sir.”

Her voice was more whisper than confident affirmation, but he’d take it…for now.

“You have an hour to make yourself ready.”

Behind his paper, he bit back a chuckle as she swallowed hard before slowly setting her book to the side and leaving the room. He knew she was fearing the worst, terrified he’d take her sweet asshole with his cock. If she thought rationally for one moment, she’d realize that he’d never do that to her, not the first time. But this particular mind fuck was all the sweeter because her own fears of the unknown were swirling around in that brilliant mind of hers.

As he skimmed the headlines, he was plotting. And listening. The day he’d told her to buy a package of enemas at the store had been the closest she’d ever come to refusing him out right. His sadistic nature delighted in her embarrassment while the rest of him was proud that she was his good girl and did as he told her. She’d known what they were for, just not when they’d be used. Now he could hear her moving around in the bathroom. Marcus knew her too well. There was no doubt in his mind that the little crease in her forehead was becoming deeper as she read the instructions. His sweet Dahlia would bite her lower lip as she ran through the instructions in her mind. There’d be a slight hesitation before she got down to the business of cleaning her ass for him.

He didn’t know if he’d ever tell her that the enema was unnecessary for him. He wasn’t squeamish about much, certainly not the natural workings of the human body. But it was all part of the fun of fucking his pet’s mind and finding out just how much she’d do for him, how far she’d be willing to go.

Thoughts and memories of previous scenes and play sessions drifted through his mind. The time he caned her ass until she sobbed and begged for mercy, screaming out her safe word. The time he tied her to the bed with silk scarves and ran a feather over her body for an hour, until she pleaded for more. Mmmmm, her responses to him were the most delicious part of their play.

“Sir?” Dahlia’s quiet voice penetrated his erotic musings of past scenes, catching him by surprise. The past hour had flown by. “I’m ready. At least, I think I am. I hope I am.”

One eyebrow quirked up in response to her hesitation. “Are you sure, pet? How do you know?”

Her face crumbled. “I have no idea! I did it twice, just to be sure, and I’m still not sure.” He didn’t move or change expressions, wondering if she’d pull herself together or continue to spiral. He didn’t have to wait long.

With a pride he would share with her later, he watched her pull her shoulders back and toss her head in defiance. “Sir, I have no idea, but I did the best I could, considering this is new for me.”

He loved when she set aside doubts and showed her strength. Later, he’d remind her of that, but now, well, now it was time to take his own pleasure.

“I’ll be the judge of whether you did your best or not. Get over here and present yourself.”

He knew by her audible gulp she assumed they’d be in the bedroom for this. Because she assumed he’d be fucking her today. Silly pet.

She was still nude from her earlier preparations. He could see that the idea of walking through the apartment completely exposed gave her pause. He was glad he’d kept the blinds open on the window next to him. No one could possibly see in, but there was also the idea that maybe someone could. The thought might make her knees shake, but he knew it made her sweet pussy wet, too.

Her discomfort showed in the pink blush that covered her skin. She kept her eyes downcast, unable or unwilling to make eye contact with him. He’d allow it – for now. Her face became a deeper red as she knelt in front of him, her head on the floor, her ass in the air, back arched, with both anus and pussy inches away from him.

Inhaling deeply, he savored the smell of her desire. a scent even she couldn’t deny. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he growled at the searing heat coming from her skin. His little pet was so ready for him, even if she was scared of the unknown. He stroked her back then her hip. She shivered at the contact. He allowed his fingers to skim her puckered hole before gliding down her soaked slit. She squeaked in response. His mouth watered, even as his cock pressed against his trousers.

Coating his fingers in her moisture, he spread the globes of her round bottom with his other hand. She jumped as cool air kissed her skin in unfamiliar ways. He pressed against her opening with one wet finger. Her body resisted him, but he simply stroked the sensitive skin until he felt her relax. She allowed him in to the first knuckle.

With his thumb he rubbed her skin where it stretched to allow him entry. His other hand gripped her hip even harder. He counted on the pain to distract her. It worked. Sensations overwhelmed her and she began to push back against his touch, mewling with desire he knew she couldn’t name. Releasing her hip, Marcus sank two fingers deep into her cunt, her juices making his entry easy. He found the spot he wanted and hooked his fingers. Rubbing and kneading the crinkly spot in her cunt, she was soon writhing on the floor beneath him. He was now deeper in her ass, past the second knuckle. He smiled.

As he stroked her G-spot, he slowly pushed in and out of her asshole. Her cries became more animalistic as grunts and snorts replaced the mewls and whimpers. He wanted to laugh in delight. Instead, he increased the speed in both his hands until she screamed, “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!”

“Cum for me, pet.”

Her entire body convulsed as her muscles clamped down around his hands, holding them in a nearly painful grip. Fluid gushed from her body, spraying his trousers and her thighs. She screamed her release and convulsed at his feet for several long moments. When she appeared calm, he wiggled his fingers lightly and grinned at the quickness with which her body came alive again.

“Ah, I see my pet is an anal slut now? You like that, don’t you?” He jiggled his finger as he pulled it from her asshole. She squeaked in response. “And yes, pet, you did a fine job of cleaning your ass for me. Except you need to remember one thing. Now it’s my ass.”

Welcome to Masturbation Monday and Spanking A to Z! It’s been a while since I wrote any fiction, and this seemed a good start. A is for Anal Slut, y’all! And since she came and he didn’t, I’d say that counts as masturbation, too. Ha! Okay, so now that I’ve gotten you going a little bit, take your pick and go check out the posts from either Masturbation Monday or the Spanking bloggers. Or, if you’re feeling daring, both!