Page 5 of Mastered By Lust

I reach out and snatch her wrist. “Lights off.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll be your guide in the darkness, little girl.”

“Can we leave the door open, at least?”

I consider the request. For someone normal, it wouldn’t be that extreme of an accommodation.

I am not normal.

Yet I do wish to accommodate her. I want her to be comfortable, and sometimes her comfort will come at the expense of mine.

“We can leave it open for now.” All the better to instruct her on what happens next. “Go to the bottom drawer of my dresser. Open it.”

She has to bend to reach. I appreciate her form. My cock is already hard. This is going to be torment and penance and hellfire for me, all the build-up and no release.

The drawer slides open.

Leah sucks in a soft breath. “What is all this?”

“I selected a few things from Low Vice tonight, with you in mind.”

She holds up an anal plug, still in its packaging. “Um, this is a hard pass.”

“A hard limit? We’ll see.” I love pushing at boundaries. Only in a consensual way, of course. Nothing is more satisfying than watching a submissive free herself from preconceived notions of how her body receives pleasure.

Not everyone will enjoy anal play. But in my experience, far more have been converted to those pleasures than not.

I gesture toward the drawer. “What else do you see in there?”

Everything is still in its original packaging; Low Vice doesn’t stock used sex toys. Leah drags out a set of nipple clamps but quickly hides them beneath the anal plug.

Does she think I won’t see the clamps? Poor little mischief-maker.

Next up is a dildo with straps.

“Do you want to be pegged?” She wags the package at me, grinning.

“No, baby girl. Those straps hold the dildo inside of you.”

“You might like it…”

“Trust me, you’ll like this more. Let’s unwrap that one. Hand it over.”

She gives me the package, and I open it.

“You were very naughty, trying to run away without having a proper conversation with me. As a consequence, I’ll punish your nipples.” I talk to her over my shoulder as I carry the new toy into the bathroom to rinse it with soap and water. “Is there something else in those new toys that might help me?”

“Um.” Her pitch gets higher. “No, not really. I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Maybe you should look a little harder.” I emerge from the bathroom, the dildo nice and clean.

“Sure.” She eyes the dildo, a distrustful expression on her face. “That’s really big.”

“It’s the perfect size. Now, take off your pants and undies, little girl. When you bend over to look for something to punish your nipples, I want you naked.”

“Are you going to stick that monster in me?”

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