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She'd done exactly as she was told, and he told her how proud he was of her. It was still relatively early in their relationship, and he would back the praise off considerably once he'd tamed her more to his hand. He'd put a mirror on the floor by her head - he desperately wanted to watch her eyes as he violated her for the first time this way, but this position, which he favored for its inherent intimacy, didn't lend itself to being able to stare her in the face.

And it was truly the incredible experience he'd hoped it would be - she'd gasped and her eyes had gone starkly round as he'd pressed that tiny thing inside her. She'd sworn that she hadn't had anything in there since the last time her parents had taken her temperature rectally, and it wasn't really until that very moment that he believed she'd been telling the absolute truth.

Now, of course, he didn't have to be quite as gentle as he'd been with her at first, although you wouldn't know it from the way she reacted. Each time was very nearly the first, based on her reactions, which were still to be that shyly humiliated ingenue she'd been when she'd first come to him, despite her chronological age. He took incredible amounts of pleasure in despoiling her angelic body and surprising that wide eyed innocence of hers repeatedly, and in what was sometimes the most venal of manners.

She had automatically put herself into the position he required when she was on this table - unless he'd specified something else - with her head well down, resting on the nest of her own arms, her bottom raised at a natural angle by the way her legs were folded beneath her. He had several pillows - some custom made to his specifications - with which he could easily raise and lower the height of her private bits.

When he'd had a carpenter come to talk about what he wanted, he'd required that Raina assume this exact position - fully clothed of course, in an extremely expensive pants suit. But it was humiliating, none the less, and she had spent her time trying not to lock eyes with the apoplectic stranger.

He tapped her folded legs further apart and bade her rise onto all fours as he put the plug down and stripped off his shirt. Her master wasn't the kind of man who, even when he was enjoying some rare down time, enjoyed being a slob. His jeans were pressed and creased, as were his golf shirts. He didn't own a t-shirt and never intended to, although he'd changed somewhat since meeting her. When they'd first come together, his closet had held row after row of conservative suits and shirts, but only a few casual outfits. Now, that casual section had gotten somewhat bigger, and included a nice array of jeans of differing styles and colors, along with one - count it one - pair of shorts. He was of the opinion that men in general had ugly legs, and thought his were that much uglier because of the preponderance of muscle in his calves and thighs. But she'd been able to do what no other person on this Earth could have - she'd talked him into it.

He was, however, relatively proud of his chest - not that he doted on his physicality at all. He did what exercise was necessary to maintain a reasonable weight, but he'd always been abnormally muscular all over, especially in his chest. But Raina had long since confessed that she adored his chest, with its exceptionally well defined pecs and light dusting of hair.

So at times like this, when he was going to do something like this to her, he liked to give her something she considered to be pleasant to look at, even if it was just him, and he could see that she was doing just that, at least until he put the nose of that somewhat broad plug against her very tense bottom hole. He knew she wasn't actively trying to resist him - except in unusual situations, generally when he'd misread her or the situation itself - she never did that. He discounted all of her energetic writhing when she was getting punished, as those were certainly to be expected.

But, overall, she was not a trying sub - she didn't seem to have a lot of conflicts about their relationship and the way connotations of it rippled through their lives. In fact, she seemed to revel in it.

She always tensed when he was back there, regardless of his intent, and regardless of the fact that she almost always ended up enjoying it, in one way or another, even if it was just in the memory of having been disciplined. He didn't bother saying "Relax". It was lost on her, and not his style, anyway. He was going to do this whether she relaxed or not, and she knew the truth of it.

But he wasn't out to damage the person he considered his private property, however, so although he certainly wasn't going to take no for an answer, he did lube up the plug nicely, and made sure to press it into her slowly, backing it off occasionally, not just ramming it up inside her, as he'd done with his fingers just a few minutes ago with her woman's opening, where she was less delicate and less likely to be injured by more powerful thrusts.

Although his rule for her was that she wasn't to use words when she was being attended to like this - most especially "no", which would result in an automatic caning - she wasn't shy about letting him know what she was thinking and feeling with whimpers and cries, and later, sighs and moans. He could tell that she had to work at submitting to this invasion, just as she'd had to with the enema. And he was glad of it.

He didn't spoil her, though, endlessly preparing her. After a few deliberately twisting, gently pulsating strokes, he drove it home, watching her carefully and feeling it settle into place as her body swallowed the intruder.

Raina couldn't help it - she squealed loudly and her whole body contracted when the widest part of that awful thing broadened her sphincter to an almost unbearable extent, until the much thinner neck gave her blessed relief. Her bottom contracted around it, trying to become accustomed to the invading, unnatural fullness, but he wasn't giving her time to get used to it. He'd already shimmied beneath her, placing himself beneath what he considered to be the Garden of Eden on Earth.

Raina hated it when he did this. Not when he pleasured her with his mouth, but when he required that she plant her most intimate self right over his mouth. Sixty-nining had never held much interest for her - not because she objected to taking a man in her mouth that way, but more because she hated the idea of smooshing her privates down onto some poor guy's face. And of course, as soon as she'd confessed that to him, he'd begun to occasionally make her overcome her dislike. The funny thing was that he never required that she do the reciprocal. He always came to her dressed, or with the sheet over him when he made her do this.

Not that he didn't expect her to pleasure him that way - he certainly did. But he seemed not to prefer that particular sexual stance, either, and only used it to illustrate to her in an extremely elemental manner that although he would take her likes and dislikes into consideration, when it came down to it, she would do as she was told.

She ended up with her head in his lap, essentially, because he was so tall and she was so small. Raina's cheek lay directly over the evidence of his excitement, but knew that he wouldn't do anything about it at this point, anyway. Instead, he concentrated on her - and sometimes that wasn't as nice a thing as it sounded, because he very rarely took the strait forward tack of just bringing her to an orgasm. No, that would be too easy for her, and to boring for him.

Instead, he gave her a warm welcoming kiss, using the fingers of one hand to hold her open as he lead with his tongue, washing her with broad strokes, not paying any particular attention to her already pulsing little niblet, just concentrating on marking all of that lush property with his tongue.

After a very long while, he brought a large dildo into play, making her groan loudly as he inserted it with no lube, although she had been producing more than enough of her own to compensate or he wouldn't have done it. He knew exactly what she liked, and what she could handle. He knew that the combination of his mouth on her, as well as nearly every orifice she owned being filled to capacity would send her screaming over the edge.

But not until he gave her permission, of course.

That was one rule that Raina detested, and she had very carefully not said anything to him about it because she was concerned that if he knew she didn't like it he might come up with something even worse. But it was a horrid, horrid rule as far as she was concerned. There she was, legs splayed open, her womanhood pressed into his eager mouth, bottom stuffed and plugged tight, and pussy raped repeatedly by that huge pink dildo he favored for her. She had to struggle to accept that big dildo on a good day, when there was nothing else inside her, but with her rump already filled, she was finding it that much harder to do so.

But she wasn't being given a choice. It was finding its way into her at his behest, over and over and over and over, whether she wanted it or not - and even though she certainly did like it, she wasn't allowed to show her appreciation until he said she could.

And, despite how hard he was making her body work to submit to his every whim, it was already throbbing and aching in time with his ministrations, making her blush all over when she caught a glimpse of herself, writhing and heaving, in the mirror. It was strange - he used them often, and, to a certain extent, she'd found a way to avoid looking a herself, or at least almost feeling as if what she was seeing happening to herself was actually happening to someone else.

Occasionally, though, there were those stark moments of reality where she realized that the woman in the mirror was her - that she was consciously letting him do these awful things to her. And it always served to heighten her sexual response, drawing out a long, low moan as she met her own eyes and saw the ultimate truth there. It nearly threw her over the edge she wasn't allowed to see yet, the one she always had to keep in check, always had to deny until he said the magic words.

"You may come."

Not you "can" come, but you may. Always within the frame of permission. He never missed a trick, or every possible small nuance of reminding her of his ultimate control, of her complete submission - especially at a time like this, when it could add its mojo to all of the other ways he incited her passions. He almost knew her too well.

Even though he'd acquiesced - and he didn't always - and been gracious enough to allow her to come to her completion, the feelings were somewhat buried - for the protection of her bottom - and it took longer than she would have wanted for them to come to the forefront again. The long minutes of his enthusiastic bathing of that very raw, very primed, almost painfully swollen bud had her teetering on the edge, but still unable to make that very last step off the precipice.

As usual, it took him talking to her. His voice had the power to make her submit when no implement could.

"I'm only going to give you another two minutes, Raina. If you haven't surrendered your pleasure to me in two minutes, you know what I'm going to do."

He'd only done it once. He'd only had to do it once.

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