A is for…(6)

“Anna, for the rest of this weekend you will make sure to pay attention to your body. You will let me know if something hurts, or feels strange. I may not stop, but I want to know.”

He pulled the clothespins off and Anna blinked back tears, hiding her throbbing tongue in her mouth.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered meekly. “Thank you, Master.”

He rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. “Good girl.”

Anna focused on breathing, trying to get back the level of arousal she’d reached before. She shouldn’t have worried, because the next thing her Master did was to slide his tongue over the abused skin at her shoulder blade. He kissed, nipped and licked his way along her back to her ass. Every touch was a shock on the hyper-sensitive skin.

“Usually you hold so still.” Jensen ran his fingertips down her back and she shivered. “It’s fun to see you twitching.”

Anna clenched her teeth, reveling in the need that pulsed and pounded within her. She wanted him to climb up behind her and slide his cock into her pussy, fuck her until the desperate need inside her was satisfied.

Two fingers sank into her sex. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. Her body clenched around the small invasion, wishing it was more.

“Not yet.” He pulled out and patted her ass.

Anna heard him walk away, heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. If she strained, she could lift and turn her head, but she didn’t.

“You’ve never been fond of anal, have you?” His voice grew louder as he returned.

“I enjoy it, Master.”

“But not as much as when I fuck your sweet pussy.”

“No, Master.”

“It’s partially my fault. You’re very fuckable.” He ran his hand possessively over her ass. “It’s hard to wait.”

Anna would have smiled, but she was too wound up, too aware of how close he was to her exposed sex and ass, too aware of her naked breasts and hyper-sensitive skin.

There was a click and then something cold trickled down the crack of her ass.

Jensen rubbed the lube over her puckered anus. He stroked and massaged her, paying much more attention to her rear entrance than he ever had before. Anna was by no means a prude, but she’d never considered having her ass played with pleasurable in and of itself. It had always been a part of her submission—Doms and Masters used her there, taking her because they could, because they controlled her body and her pleasure. The feeling of being dominated and used had been the source of her enjoyment, but the longer Master Jensen rubbed her, his fingers sliding smoothly over the soft ring of flesh, the more she enjoyed the feeling.

The sensitive skin of her anus started to throb the way her nipples did when he played with them. Her aching pussy clenched with each pass of his fingers.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Yes, Master. I am. I didn’t realize.”

“Didn’t realize what?”

“That it would feel this good.”

“And this?” He pushed one lubed finger into her.

Anna’s ass clenched around him, his finger feeling thicker and wider than it ever had before.

“Anna, how does it feel having my finger in your ass?”

“Good, Master. It feels good.”

“I don’t want good.” He pushed his finger deep, until his knuckles dug into her butt cheek.

Anna leaned forward, trying to get away from the pressure. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He pulled his finger out. “It just means you need something more back there.”

Jensen came around to her head and crouched, holding up something for her to see. “This is the first plug. The small plug.”

It was clear and nearly six inches long, but not very thick, with a gentle taper from tip to widest part, then another easy slope from that to the neck. The base was long and flat, made to fit between the butt cheeks.

Anna breathed a little sigh of relief. She’d had plugs like this used on her before, and though it was by no means insignificant, it wouldn’t be too much. He pressed the tip against her lips and Anna licked it.

Jensen rose and circled to her ass. He stroked her from the small of her back over her bottom to her thighs. Kneading her ass cheeks with his hands, he pulled them apart, exposing her.

“Relax,” he ordered as he released her. The top of the lube bottle clicked and Anna imagined him coating the plug. The hard tip pressed against her anus. His other hand spread her ass apart once more.

“Anna, relax,” he barked.

Taking a shuddering breath she released the tension in her leg and ass muscles. The tip of the plug slid in.

“Good girl.” He applied pressure and the thick acrylic entered her, pressing deep into her body, each millimeter opening her more.

The widest part entered. Anna felt the plug narrowing. The base pressed against her and she breathed a sigh of relief. Master Jensen thumbed her pussy, rubbing her clit.

Anna moaned in pleasure, perilously close to orgasm. Jensen chuckled. “Not yet, love.”

He undid the straps holding her down and helped her off the cross. Anna clung to his shoulders as she stood, the plug shifting within her.

“Master,” she whimpered.

“The sun has barely set. I’m not nearly done with you.”

Master Jensen left her there, disappearing into the dark. A minute later the lights came up—spotlights dimming while recessed lights turned on, filling the room with a blue glow. It was twilight, with the starry pinprick lights still visible in the ceiling, but she could now see the rest of the room, beyond what had been illuminated by the spotlights. Master Jensen stepped up to a pommel horse near the large mirror. He patted it and then crooked his finger at her.

“Come here, Anna.”





Chapter Four


Anna walked carefully towards her Master, aware of the plug shifting with each step. She paused beside the waist-high padded bar. Like the equipment used in gymnastics, it had two legs and a thick upper cross piece. Unlike in sports, it was covered in black vinyl, and straps and chains dangled from the underside.

Anna stopped two feet back and licked her lips. She’d never been used on the horse before, though she’d seen it used in a variety of ways. She hoped he was going to have her sit on it and spread her legs so he could fuck her. The presence of the plug in her ass made it impossible to calm the need inside her. To be a good sub was to live in conflict, relishing in near-constant arousal while simultaneously being serene and accepting.

Right now she didn’t feel serene. She felt like she was barely controlling the urge to jump on Master Jensen and ravage him.

“Come here, lean against the horse.”

Anna brushed Master Jensen as she passed him, enjoying the small contact. She leaned her hips against the horse.

“Hands behind your back.”

Anna rested her wrists on the small of her back, palms facing out. She felt him bend, felt his lips brush the centers of her palms before he took her wrists and separated them.

“Don’t just cross your wrists, fold your arms.” Jensen walked away.

Anna stared at the mirror, wondering who was on the other side, who was watching them. She folded her arms as much as she could, cupping the opposite forearms with each hand to better maintain the position.

Her Master returned, stroking her forearms with the tips of his fingers. She heard a zipper, then felt fabric brushing her arms.

“Master?”

“Did you already forget what was on our list?”

He tugged her arms away from her body, slipping something between them and her back. The zipper snicked softly and the fabric pressed against her forearms.

“Arm binders,” she whispered. A shiver raced down her back.

Master Jensen tugged, the fabric binder tightening. It completely encased her hands, forearms and elbows. Anna had to lean into the horse to hold her balance.

“This is a simple version. You get to keep your arms in a relatively comfortable position and it’s made of canvas. I can adjust the fit with laces.” His voice was soft. “If I enjoy this, then next time I’ll get a more extreme one. I’ll force your arms down straight and lace your arms in leather or vinyl. Uncomfortable for you, but it will present your breasts.”

Grabbing her hip, he spun her around. She fell back against the horse. Jensen eyed her—starting with her head and moving down her naked torso. His lips twitched. “You’re helpless like this, aren’t you?”

Anna shivered. “Yes, Master.”

He grabbed the tip of her breast and pulled. Anna took a half step forward. He released her nipple then slapped her breast, making the flesh jiggle.

“It’s different than cuffs isn’t it?” He asked.

Anna nodded—he’d said exactly what she was thinking. He’d restrained her more times and more ways than she could count, yet this felt different. She was far more vulnerable strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross or hogtied, but the total immobility of her arms while the rest of her was free and able to move around was disconcerting.

“Yes, Master. It feels strange and frightening.”

Jensen grabbed her upper arms and jerked her against his bare chest. He stared into her eyes. “Do you trust me, Anna?”

She met his gaze, understood that this wasn’t a casual question. She rose up on tip toe and kissed his cheek. “With my life,” she whispered.