Page 174 of The Dommes

Sure enough, something cold and wet slips between my lower cheeks. I bite my bottom lip and keep my eyes closed. Better to appreciate the sensations that way…

Holy shit, that’s the Avalon XL… you know, the one she bought just for me? For us?

“Ira.” I sound like an admonishing teacher. Well, to be fair, that’s one of my identities I moonlight as, depending on the sub… “Something you want to share, Mistress?”

She puts her hand on my head and pushes it back into the bed. “Yeah. Your ass.”

You know, back when we started these shenanigans, one of the first things I stipulated was no anal. I went along with the toys because they were little and felt good in moderation. Need I say that the Avalon is substantially bigger than one of those vibrating eggs? The tip alone feels like it’s going to split me in two!

“Excuse me, my King.” She’s sitting at the edge of my body, ready to shove herself in so help her God. “I don’t recall saying you could…”

Ira’s hand silences me once again. “If you want me to stop, say your safe word.” She lowers her hand.

The word Red is on the tip of my tongue. I could say it. Right now. Let it fly as I tell her off for daring to knock on my back door like she’s going to get free admittance. She must be nuts. Had she planned this all day?

I want to say the word, but every time I try to spit it out, all I can say is, “Pink.”

The head of the prosthetic pushes farther into me. Not far enough, although my thighs are clenching and my muscles are striving to do anything but relax.

“I figured as much,” she mutters into my ear. “Relax, my love. I’ll go slow and easy. I only want to make love to you.”

Love. Love in my ass. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I don’t kid, darling. Though I do need you to relax so I can fuck your brains out.”

Is she making love to me or…

Pleasure – and pain – kills me as the tip of my Domme’s prosthetic inches into my ass.

She’s holding me apart with her hands, the lube she used barely enough to give her the slickness she needs to make this work. Meanwhile, I’m trying not to panic, because nobody has ever fucked me in the ass before and I have no idea what the hell to expect.

I hope it’s good…

“Pink,” I whimper, forcing my body to relax. Mind over matter, Kathleen. You can handle this Domme spanking you with a crop, you can handle her shoving anything into your ass.

“I know, baby.” Ira is doing an admirable job holding in her groans. “We’re almost there. You’re fantastic.”

I wish I could say the same about her. I don’t know what to think about it yet. All I know is that my ass is being stretched to its limits, my body fighting the intrusion while the rest of me begs it to shut the fuck up and take it.

Within ten seconds, Ira pulls out, leaving the smallest gape. As more lube hits my skin, all I can do is heave heavy breaths into the bedspread and tell myself that this is worth it.

“You’re doing great,” Ira encourages me. Her hand caresses my ass, and at first, I think she’s going to spank me. Yet I’m pleasantly surprised by her gentle touch. As she kisses my back and eases me open again, she says, “I know you can do it, Katie.”

What is the point of this? Other than being able to say that she fucked me in the ass? That’s probably it. Not that I can overly care at this point, because I’m moaning too loudly to parse any of my thoughts.

This time it’s easier for her to push into me. My body stretches all over. Not just my ass – although that’s probably the greatest example of it – but the length of my form, stretching from one end of the bed to the other as I press myself down, ready to be pierced by my…

Girlfriend. Domme. Mistress.

I guess she really is right now. Only my Mistress could do this to me. Only someone able to call herself my Domme, my King would have permission to take my ass for her pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s tight.” I don’t know how, considering I’m trying to relax as much as possible. Not easy, let me tell you. My ass isn’t used to this kind of treatment. It doesn’t know how to take it and like it. I guess there are still some parts of my body that are nothing but delicate flowers. Bud my ass.

“Ira…” I only now realize that I’m clutching this comforter for dear life. How can I not, when I’m struggling so much to do something that I’m not sure nature ever intended. Especially with that fucking head of the Avalon being so damn large and intrusive. I have a hard enough time taking it in my cunt sometimes. In my ass? Good golly gee, let me turn myself inside out for you, Ira.

“Does it feel good? Because I’m…”

I don’t listen. I’m too busy moaning because Ira has finally broken in, the rest following as if it’s nothing.

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