2. Our first playtime together

 Hi there, to all our readers…this is Jeremy. I was instructed to write this part of our back story. My mistress, Wendy, recently conveyed how we reconnected after two decades apart. She chronicled her back story and how initially we interacted via online chat sessions. Ah, the wonders of social media! During these nightly chats, we discovered our shared desires, mine to be submissive and hers to dominate. This is our tale of how our relationship progressed from kinky, hot, online banter into a real liaison. A tryst that exceeded both our expectations (and fulfilled both our needs).

I didn’t come to the realization of my inner desires all at once. I was married for several years, and my ex and I would occasionally tie each other up like a lot of couples do, and get into light BDSM. I enjoyed both roles and considered myself a switch. My favorite thing was to tie her down and force her to suck my cock (something she would never do otherwise). As time went on, I did find that I also got immense satisfaction from being tied up and left helpless. I think that, because at work I was always having to be in charge all the time, making complex decisions, and running meetings and projects, when I was bound and powerless, it gave me an amazing sense of freedom to be able to just let go. 

Well, several years ago I got a friend request on Facebook from my first lover, Wendy. As she already related, we began as most old friends do. We caught up on old times and filled in the blanks about how our lives progressed since we were first working at McDonald's lo those many years ago. After several drinks one night I confessed how my marriage had gone sour. She told me her marriage did the same, and eventually it had to end. I hadn’t gotten to that yet, but I think I was just in denial. 

One thing to know about me is that I suffer from Narratophilia. That's to say I get sexually excited by the telling of dirty stories to a partner. Of course, listening to the same gets me just as randy. I’m not sure who began it, but when our conversations turned sexual, I jumped in with both feet, not caring where it would lead. Our nightly PM sessions got very hot and graphic, and we often played with ourselves, one hand typing while the other was busy down between our legs. 

Would I have changed anything? Easy question and it deserves an easy answer. No. From our first sly dirty innuendos to some full-up kinky BDSM PM sessions to where we are today, I’ve come to experience so much more of the sexual spectrum. I’ve been brought to my limits and pushed well beyond them, learning so much more about myself and my sexuality. Plus, Mistress Wendy is one hot lady with an amazingly dirty and creative mind. 

After a few months of hot, nightly PM sessions, Wendy asked if I would like her to come to visit. She had a trip already planned for Texas next month, and she could hop on over to Florida afterward. This way we could get together in the flesh. I was thrilled (and a bit nervous) at the idea. It had been over 20 years since we were last together, and I was interested in seeing if she was catfishing me with the photos she had sent me. Could she really look that good after all this time? I have to admit I also had a twinge of consciousness due to still being married. I was sure that sex was going to be had in one fashion or another. 

We discussed having a “play” session when she visited. We agreed that after we had gotten to know each other again, if we both felt right about it, we’d try having a real-life BDSM session. She would be my Mistres,s and I’d be her “dildo-whore”, submitting to whatever she wanted to do. Safe words and hard limits were agreed on. She told me that unless I gave my safe word, she was going to do things to me that would push me to my boundaries to make her Dark Goddess come alive.   

Ok, I know you, the reader, want me to get to the good stuff, and I’m almost there. I wanted to be accurate in the storytelling, so bear with me for a minute. Trust me; the destination will be worth the journey. 

So, the day arrived when Wendy flew into northwest Florida. I had taken off work the week in preparation for our reunion. I figured that if it didn’t go well, I could go back to work and call it a missed opportunity. The day came and I gave her time to get to her hotel and get settled. I arrived as planned at noon with a dozen red roses (I try to be romantic and classy when I can). My heart was beating in my chest as I waited until the door opened and I was bowled over. Wendy looked even better than her pictures! Smiling she took the roses and we kissed – and what a kiss it was! It was like the 20-plus years we’d been apart melted away in that passionate embrace. 

We spent some time catching up. I had to hold myself back from jumping on her right there and then. I was trying to be a gentleman and restrain myself. I did admirably as I took her out and showed her the magnificent area I live in and where I work. You know the basic “nickel tour.” I felt the old excitement of courtship again – holding doors for her, holding her hand, sneaking in a kiss and we had a fantastic time reconnecting. It just felt so natural and easy being with her again!

That eve I took her to a nice restaurant for dinner and afterward we made love for the first time in 23 years. It was phenomenal; her body was thin, trim, and with a fabulous ass. She made me take my time and extended foreplay for the longest time. Necking on the couch first, and then finally allowing me to remove her blouse. I’m not a boob man, but hers were firm, yet supple and enough there to tempt me. Her fabulous nipples got so pert when I suckled on them. 

I wanted to show off my oral skills and when she finally allowed me to remove her pants; I performed the best cunnilingus that I could. I went down on her as she reclined back on the couch. I pride myself on being pretty adept at it, and I was happy that I was able to bring her to climax with just my mouth on her sweet cleft. She held my face firmly between her smooth thighs, her fingers wrapped in my hair, as she trembled all over with the first of her many orgasms. Soon after her third orgasm, she pushed me over onto my back on the floor. She yanked off my pants and mounted me, impaling herself on my rock-hard erection, she rode us both to a final mind-blowing orgasm.

(Trying unsuccessfully to condense my story) 

Exhausted, we retreated to the couch and basked in the afterglow. We rested, gently stroking each other and remarking how sex between us had only improved with experience. I don’t recall it being that amazing when we were teenagers! As I got ready to leave (not being able to spend the night), she saw me to the door and with a kiss pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “Jeremy, tomorrow I want to have our first play session. My Dark Goddess is begging to surface. Bring a sawhorse with you and you better be prepared to get in touch with your submissive side.” She then bit my ear and with a smack on my butt, sent me away. I drove home with butterflies in my stomach and a raging erection between my legs. 

(Now for the good parts, sorry it took so long, but I’m sure it will be worth the wait.)  

The next day I went and saw her just after lunch. It was a warm day, and we spent the afternoon savoring the sunshine out on the beach (something she could never do in Connecticut in March). For dinner, I took her to a local French restaurant. The whole time she kept me distracted by putting her hand between my legs to elicit an erection. She was doing her best to unsettle me, even going so far as to unzip my fly and pull out my dick. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me nonplussed and kept my composure despite my turgid cock sticking straight up and the waiter giving us strange looks. 

We didn’t stay for dessert, having other things in mind, and went back to her hotel room. She bid me settle in with a drink while she got changed. I poured myself a double bourbon over ice and sat down to watch a movie on TV, both excited and nervous about what was to come. I couldn’t concentrate and don’t remember what I was watching. This was going to be my first Domme/sub playtime and I was trying to mentally prepare myself. 

It seemed like my wait was eternal, but I finally heard the door to the bedroom open. Looking over my shoulder, my breath caught in my chest as I beheld Wendy slowly strut toward the living room. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had on a black and red tight top that hugged her slim figure. Her cleavage was poking out of her bodice, but my attention was caught by her visage. She had taken great care with her makeup and had applied dark red lipstick to her lips which were set in an evil grin. She outlined her eyes with black eyeliner as well as smoky eye shadow. A tight shiny black skirt with a very revealing hemline covered her hips. Black stockings covered her legs held up by a garter and on her feet were back high heels with straps that went up her firm calves. 

“Jeremy, are you ready?” she spoke in a low, dark voice, entering the room 

“I am,” I replied, standing with a nervous grin. 

She looked at me with a scowl, “I am…. What??” 

“Mistress,” I stammered. “I am ready, Mistress.” 

“That’s better. You are to give me my due respect. You will refer to me that way for the rest of the night. Now, stand up and remove all your clothes. I desire to inspect my property. Be quick about it!” 

I stood and hastily unbuttoned my shirt. Removing it I draped it over the back of the couch and pulled off my shoes. My pants were next, and I tossed them next to my shirt along with my socks until I stood before her in my boxers. Looking down, I was embarrassed by my dick standing tall, making an obvious tent. 

“Really?” she intoned, coming up to me and poking a finger into my chest. “You are just going to toss your clothes like that, making a mess of your Mistress’s abode? Tidy up my place, and I can’t believe you left our underwear on. Did your Mistress not command you to remove ‘all’ your clothes?” 

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” was my only possible answer as I quickly folded my pants and shirt and set them out of the way on a table. My boxers were then removed and set on top of the pile. I made my way back to her, feeling self-conscious as I was buck naked while she was fully clothed, watching me with a critical eye, arms crossed.  

We had been naked around each other yesterday (for quite some time), but something about standing there in the nude while she remained clothed and in control enhanced her dominance. I don't know why, but I felt like I had something to be ashamed of. My erection was now fully grown, poking out in front of me, throbbing away to the trip-hammered beating of my heart. 

She slowly walked around my frame, and I felt like a piece of meat on inspection. She studied me with eyes flashing, “I don’t think you’re sorry yet, but you will be. That was slow, sub. You aren’t starting off very well serving your mistress, are you?” 

I was crestfallen and cast my gaze downward, “No, I apologize and will do better.” I was abashed, feeling like I needed to cover up. 

“Yes, I expect you will learn to do better. Now, what is your safe word, my sub?” 

“Pineapple, Ma’am” I answered. 

“First of all, I will not be addressed as “ma’am”. Do I look like an old lady? Second, you'd better keep your safe word in mind if I push you too hard, which I might just do. If you voice that our session is done. There will be no going back and restarting; we’ll be done for tonight. I hope you won’t have to use it too soon and end my fun.” 

She pointed at the ground, saying, “Now get down on your hands and knees and kiss your Mistress’ feet. Abase yourself, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll begin your training.” 

I lowered myself to the floor and bent to kiss her toes, nails covered in dark blood-red nail polish. She stood, judging me, as I gently kissed each one in turn. When I was done, I remained down on all fours since she hadn’t given me any further instructions. 

She placed her foot on my head and pushed it down to the floor, “Ok, dildo-whore, I guess I will be gracious and give you a chance. I will endeavor to train you to be a proper sub. I picked up some items before I left Connecticut in the pet department with you in mind,” I heard her say. She encircled my neck with a simple dog collar. Fastening it tightly, she then clicked a long black leash to it and tugged my neck. She mused, “I expect in the future we’ll have to buy you something a bit better, but I guess this will do for our first play session. Follow your Mistress, Jeremy, crawl like the dog you are.” 

She walked slowly in front of me with me in tow, and I did my best to follow her. I didn’t think it’d be as difficult as it was, trying to keep up with her. You observe babies crawling all the time, but damn it hurt my knees and wrists. She led me on my leash throughout the condo. Down the hallway, to the bedroom, I was led. She didn’t end there but continued to the kitchen, around the table, and back to the living room. 

She brought me over to the couch and, with a tug on my leash, commanded, “Lean over the arm of the couch. I have a craving to discipline my sub.” 

I did as instructed with my feet on the floor, face in the couch cushion, and my ass up. I couldn’t see what she was doing but she went away for a minute and returned standing behind me. I felt her hands caress my backside as she remarked, “Oh dildo-whore, your ass is so nice and firm and yet so unmarked. I can think of so many things I’d like to do with it, but first, let’s give it some color, shall we?” 

I turned my head and observed her go over to the pile of my clothes and came back with my belt. I then heard a swish noise and felt a sting on my backside as she swung my leather belt through the air to connect directly across my ass cheeks. I was startled by the force of her blow and how much it hurt, so I yelped and pushed myself up from the couch. 

Wendy grabbed my hair, pushed me back down, and scolded, “Did I say you could get up? Back down and accept your discipline. Otherwise, that’s all you might get tonight until you can take it like a proper sub!” She pulled my hands back behind my back and fastened small dog collars around each wrist. They were then connected by a simple carabineer effectively pinning my hands behind my back. 

“I figured you’d need to be collared and cuffed for our session. I’m glad I brought those down with me,” Wendy said as she smacked my ass again with my belt. “You know, dildo-whore, I’m feeling my Dark Goddess starting to awaken. It’s been so long that she’s had to lie dormant, but like a bear coming out of hibernation, she’s starting to rouse, and boy, is she hungry! We're going to do this nice and slow. All I want from you is your surrender... Beyond that, you don't have to think about a thing.” 

I felt helpless, bent over the couch’s arm as my Mistress thoroughly whipped my ass. Each time she struck me it hurt like hell, and I couldn’t help but cry out with each blow. This went on for some time and I began to fear that this might be all that she had planned for our first play session. Not that I was in any position to complain, but this wasn’t what I had expected – to just be bent over and whipped until I wasn’t able to sit down. 

I figured the constant blows were causing welts to form on my ass, and the idea of using my safe word popped into my head. “No, I’ll not give in that easily.” I thought to myself, “I wanted to give up control to my dominatrix, and that’s what I’ve done. I have to release my urge to be in control and just accept what she does to me if I am going to find the true release I long for.” 

A few minutes later, she gave me a particularly hard spank. I let out a cry, which elicited from Wendy, “I just find the sound of male erotic anguish SO exciting!” as she continued trying to make my ass red and raw. 

At last, the beating ended, and she pressed herself up against my raw ass. Leaning over my bent frame, she leaned close and purred into my ear, “My Dark Goddess has needed that for some time. Time to explore what other nasty fantasies I have, shall we?” 

She left me there, bent over the couch, and went back to the bedroom. I couldn’t see what she returned with, but I heard her say, “I think I need a drink, don’t go anywhere.” She smacked my ass and went into the kitchen and returned soon after. Turning my head, I saw her sipping a full glass of wine. 

Coming up behind me, she held the glass in her left hand and, reaching out with her right, reached between my legs and found my dick. I separated my legs to give her easier access, and she yanked it backward between my legs. “I have read that with a sub, tease, and denial are both needed. Without the tease, it’s just denial, and the man will soon lose interest,” she mused as her thumb began to rub the sensitive spot just under the head of my cock. I had grown soft during my spankings, but quickly I grew hard with her long fingers caressing my manhood. 

She continued masturbating me, and it felt weird being yanked backward like that, but also really good. Without volition, my hips began to undulate, trying to increase the pressure between my legs, but she had complete control now of my cock, keeping me from doing any thrusting. All I could do was moan as I felt her thumb slowly rubbing my dick, driving me mad with lust. “The sexuality part of domination and submission makes you open to change your character, but it’s the discipline that drives home the lesson and makes it stick!” she informed me. 

She stopped rubbing, leaving me panting with lust and wanting more. Setting down her now empty wine glass, she went out of sight for a moment and returned with a small black plug. Bringing it over to my face she leered, “Open up, Jeremy. You knew it was only a matter of time before we explored my anal fixation. Get my plug wet so it won’t hurt so much the first time I take your ass.” 

I opened my mouth and she inserted her toy. If I thought she was going to take it slow, I was mistaken as she shoved it all the way, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. With me coughing and sputtering, she began to fuck my mouth, covering the plug with my slobber. 

“Your suffering makes my pussy wet!” she informed me and removed the dildo only to go around my body to separate my ass cheeks. Pushing the small rubber plug against my anus, I felt her apply pressure and tried to relax. With a smack on my ass, she pushed more firmly and I felt it penetrate my sphincter, making me gasp as I was suddenly filled. I stopped thinking and focused on the feeling of being helplessly tied and fucked in my ass – and it felt strangely wonderful. I really was starting to lose myself in the feelings my Mistress was creating in me. 

“That’s much more like it,” she chuckled. With a final push, it went all the way into me as my asshole closed around the flared base. She unclipped the two wrist cuffs and yanking on my still attached leash said, “I have the desire to see you crawl again, Jeremy. Let’s take you for another walk. Don’t you dare let the butt plug fall out.” 

I climbed off the couch and knelt by her feet on my hands and knees. She again led me across the living room, but this time she went to the door to the condo. Unlocking the door, I suddenly realized what she planned to do, and it scared me. I heard her say, “It’s such a nice night, let’s get some fresh air.” I made a sound, not unlike a low growl in my throat. She must have heard my reticence because she just yanked on my leash, saying, “This is my desire, sub. You will comply!” 

Her condo was on the third floor, and the walkway to the center elevator was open to the parking lot. Anyone down there could easily see me naked, being walked on a leash by my Mistress. I figured I could always run back into the room if anyone came by, so swallowing my pride, I crawled after her onto the walkway. 

If crawling on the carpet was tough, the concrete walkway was torture on my knees. I tried to keep up, moving as fast as I could to lessen the time I spent vulnerable to anyone down in the parking lot. She walked me down the path to the elevators in the center of the complex. I was very nervous that she intended to take me down to the parking lot. 

Happily, she turned around at the elevator and sauntered back towards her condo, with me in tow. By the time we got back, my knees were killing me, but she didn’t give me time to rest as we entered the room, she proceeded to continue to her balcony overlooking the beach access. Pointing at the chaise lounge with one hand, she pulled on my collar and said, “U,p boy, and stay.” 

I did as commanded, feeling foolish and vulnerable as she went back inside. It was dark outside, and no other balconies faced this one, so I just took in a deep breath and waited for my Mistress to return. The night air was warm, and I could hear the ocean waves crashing on the shore. Minutes passed slowly and she finally returned saying, “Sorry, dildo whore, I needed a refill and to get your belt. I saw your reluctance to follow my instructions, and you need to learn that hesitation to follow any of my commands means you get disciplined. Stick out that ass; I’m going to enjoy putting a few more stripes on it under the moonlit sky.” 

Sighing internally, I arched my back, pushing my butt out as much as I could, and braced myself. I didn’t have to wait long until I heard the now familiar swoosh then crack as pain exploded across my backside. I yelped again in pain and shock. “That’s better. Now, if your Mistress gives you an order smack, dildo-whore smack, what is your responsibility?” crack 

“I will follow,” spank, “ugh, your orders without hesitation,” smack, “Ouch, Mistress.” 

She laid the belt down and leaned across my back, tugging on the butt plug still in my backside, “Compliance brings rewards, and defiance brings punishment. Of course, sometimes I’ll cause you pain just because my Dark Goddess desires it. Let’s get you back inside.” 

With a tug on my leash, I climbed off the chaise lounge, and we turned toward the ranch slider. Just then I heard some applause come from down below, along with some whistles. Someone must have been parked at the beach access and watched us from below! “Oh, that’s music to my ears; let’s give them more of a show, shall we?” Wendy cheered. “Stand up, hands behind your back, dildo-whore!” 

Completely embarrassed now, I didn’t want to, but remembered what she said about defiance bringing pain. I did as she commanded, and she fastened my wrists to each other as before with the carabiner. She turned me to face the lot and stood directly behind me. Her left hand firmly grabbed my collar, and reaching around, she took my cock in her right hand and began to stroke it. Despite my chagrin, knowing somebody was observing my plight, I grew very hard, very quickly. It was intense, having her jack me off, feeling her body pressed up against mine. 

I was being masturbated on the balcony at the whims of my Mistress and the delight of some unknown persons. In no time, I was feeling the rise in my loins as I leaned my head back and thrust my hips, trying to fuck my Mistress’ hand. I was brought to the edge, not caring who saw me now – just wanting to cum. I needed to get the release that was building all evening. “May I cum, Mistress Wendy?” I pleaded. 

Her hand pulled away and backhanded my very erect and throbbing dick, “No! Your cum belongs to your mistress. There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter by the prolonging of desire. It’s time to move you back inside to continue your training.” She stepped to my side and, with a flourish, bowed to the unknown voyeurs. I heard a round of applause and cat calls as she turned me around and, with a smack on my ass lead me by the leash back inside the condo to the center of the living area. 

She looked at me and said, “Aw, Jeremy, you are blushing. That was unbelievably hot, being able to show you off.” Leaning close, she fiercely kissed me on the lips, “Don’t think that will be the last time that happens either. I didn’t realize how much of an exhibitionist I was, but my Dark Goddess seriously got off being seen dominating you.” 

She left me standing there and went to the hallway and picked up the plastic sawhorse that I brought. She opened it up in the middle of the living area and, grabbing my leas,h pulled me over to it. Going behind me, she unclipped the carabiner freeing my hands, “Lean over your sawhorse, dildo whore, I want you in a more exposed position. You'd better get comfortable; I expect to have you bent over it for a long time.” 

I moved forward until my hips were against the horizontal support and gingerly leaned over the sawhorse. It was lower than my hips. My head ended up almost on the floor with my ass sticking up. Wendy grabbed some cord she had on the table and secured each of my wrists to the legs on opposite sides of the sawhorse. She repeated this to both my ankles. This left me very vulnerable and unable to move more than a little to adjust to where my body was bent over the horizontal support. 

She left me again, and I was starting to feel the blood pool in my head, making me slightly dizzy. I tried my bonds, but she had done too good a job, making escape impossible. At least I could shift slightly because the horizontal section was pressing right on my bladder, adding to my discomfort. The helpless feeling was starting to work its magic on me as I felt out of control, just as I longed for. 

I heard her return and walk in front of me. I did my best to straighten out and after a hard arch, I lifted my head up and was looking right at a purple dildo pointed right at my face! My mistress had put on a strap-on and was now standing with her legs spread right in front of me. “After our PMs, I knew I was going to end up pegging you. So I ordered my first strap-on, like it? I’m as giddy as a schoolgirl to try it out.” 

She grabbed my hair in her left fist and pulled my head up as far as it would go. She giggled, “Before I take your virgin ass, you need to know what it feels like to suck cock, open up!” 

She moved closer, and I opened my mouth to allow the entry of her long purple dildo. It slid past my lips and into my mouth. It was cold and hard, but luckily not too large. Wendy’s right hand reached behind my head and pulled me as forward as I could go, tied to the sawhorse. 

The demanding dildo pushed ever more deeply and I did my best to suppress my gag reflex. There was a moment when it felt as if her strap-on had reached the back of my throat and could not possibly go any further. My mistress held my head gently in place, allowing me the time to adjust to the insistent intrusion. I thought, “It can go no further... It’s impossible!” 

It was a kindness she had me tied. She knew that, left to my own devices, I would be unable to prevent myself from drawing back to gasp for breath. She pressed all the way, sliding her dildo down into my esophagus until my nose was pressed against her firm belly. She then began to slowly fuck my face with her purple toy. With each thrust, I groaned and gagged. She laughed, “Oh dildo-whore, now you know what it’s like to be a girl and someone is shoving their cock in your mouth. It’s doing nothing for you, but I am getting so excited seeing you forced to take it.” 

She continued like this for several minutes. My neck was getting sore from being bent backward, but she kept it in place with both her hands. Then she pushed it all the way to the hilt and held it there. I began to gag, coughing and sputtering around that unyielding piece of rubber. She gasped, “Fuck that’s so hot, but I can’t wait to take your anal cherry.” 

She pulled away, leaving my mouth blissfully empty and sauntered around the sawhorse. My heart thumped in my chest, and I had to admit I was nervous. I know what I professed to Wendy, but was unsure now that the time had come to realize the dirty fantasy. I slumped, head down, drool still dripping from my abused mouth. 

I felt her separate my ass cheeks and position the tip of her strap-on against my asshole. “Relax, dildo-whore,” she implored, “you have no choice but to take my girl cock into your ass. My Dark Goddess is so going to like fucking you like the submissive you are.” 

I tried to relax, but wasn’t having much success. She pushed her hips towards my backside, and for a moment, it wouldn’t go in. “Take it, Jeremy!” she growled and pushed harder. I gasped when suddenly my sphincter was violated, and her dildo was forced into my asshole. 

“Ouch!” I cried out. 

“Oh, don’t be such a baby; if you’re going to be my dildo-whore, you’re going to need to take a lot bigger dildo inside your butt.” 

She kept pushing it inside me, and I was surprised I was able to take it all the way in. My asshole hurt, but I tried to just breathe in and not fight it. Wendy pulled away until it was almost completely removed from my butt, but then reversed its course until once again her hips were fully pressing against my backside. 

I felt both her hands now grip my hips firmly as she began to fuck me up my ass. Every time she withdrew, and then plunged in again, I grunted. She kept up a steady rhythm, and all I could do was moan and grunt. I tried to adjust myself, but I was tied too securely over the damnable sawhorse.  

After several minutes, the pain lessened, but the feeling of being filled didn’t. It was both humiliating and exciting being taken like that – helpless and vulnerable in the middle of the living area. Wendy pulled out for a second and, smacking my rear, asked, “What are you?” 

I answered, “Your dildo-whore, mistress.”                                                                             

“Oh, Jeremy, that makes my Dark Goddess so happy to hear you admit it.” She replied, “Pegging your ass is just the exercise she’s been dying for. I see a long history of servitude in your future.” 

“Yes, ugh, Mistress, ah,” I grunted as she began anew, picking up the pace. 

 My ass was getting sore from the repeated thrusting of her strap-on inside me. My weight was pressing down on my midsection, making my stomach hurt, and I was still dizzy from being head down, bent over the sawhorse. But through all the discomfort, a sort of haze began to cover my mind, stifling my thoughts. 

“Is this what subspace is?” I asked internally. I wasn’t sure, but I did know that my mind was starting to go blank. I was starting to feel drunk or high — the pain was gone, and problems disappeared. I felt one with my mistress as she continued to subject me to a serious ass fucking. 

She stopped pounding me and pulled her strap-on out of my ass. With a spank on my backside, she sighed, “Oh dear, that was just so amazing. I just knew I’d love fucking your ass, how do you feel?” 

I could barely form words, but managed, “That was great; I wish I could see how it looked. I bet you were so sexy doing me like that.” 

“Well, I have to admit I did set up my phone to video pegging you. If you continue to serve me well, I might just show you as a reward.” 

She disappeared for a minute and returned from the bedroom. Pulling my head up by my hair I saw she had a string with beads on it dangling from her other hand. The beads were an inch in diameter, there were six of them and the string ended with a ring that was around her little finger. She informed me, “I also brought some anal beads with me. I need a breather from all that pegging, but didn’t want your ass to be left longing for my touch.” 

Mistress Wendy dropped my head and went around my bound body. I felt her push a bead up against my asshole. After the reaming she had given me, it didn’t take much effort and I felt it pop into my inner recess. She repeated this five more times until all the beads were now inside my rear, filling it nicely. I could feel the string hanging down on the outside as well. 

Wendy tugged on the end of the string of beads, saying, “There’s something about seeing you naked and helpless like that that simply makes me feel cruel, darling. Do you know that?” Without any further warning, she yanked hard on the string like she was rip-starting an old lawnmower. Hot agony flared in my rear as the beads were pulled out in less than a second, and I howled in pain. 

I thrashed over the sawhorses, trying to escape the agony. I saw Wendy eyeing my predicament with a broad smile. She sauntered off into the kitchen to refill her wine glass. “Holy shit! That hurt like hell," I cried out. 

“That's music to your Domme’s ears,” she chuckled. “Aren’t you the helpless one?” 

“Mistress, I think you’re supposed to pull them out slowly.” 

She grinned, sipping her drink, “Now where would the fun be in that? I find your suffering erotic beyond compare and will employ my years of experience to unravel and explore your body and mind.” Holding my head up with her hand under my chin, she gazed into my eyes and continued, “Just how far will you go in your efforts to satisfy my insatiable cruelty?” 

She went back around me and again slowly fed the anal beads into my ass. Knowing what was to come, I began to tremble and felt even more lightheaded than being bent over was causing. Without another word she suddenly pulled them all out quickly, and again I yelled in pain as it felt like a red-hot poker just got shoved up my backside. 

She went over to the easy chair and looked over at me with an evil smirk. I was unable to control the spasms that were wracking my body and the deep breaths that were coming in spastic waves. It took me a few minutes to get myself back under some semblance of control and I arched my back to look up at her. She had such a look of glee in her eyes and she blew me a kiss before sipping once more from her wine glass. 

I tried to relax, but I was having a rough time. Even after I got my breathing under control, my right leg was twitching uncontrollably, my quad vibrating like a guitar spring. My leg ended up bouncing up and down despite all my efforts to stop it. 

When her glass was drained, she set it down and stood. She returned to me and ran her hands down my back with her nails, leaving long red scratch marks. I felt her hands part my ass cheeks and push the first anal bead into my rear. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” I said to myself as she drew out my anticipation and dread by pushing one ball after the other slowly but inexorably past my sore sphincter. I tried to clear my mind, but without any success. Without a warning, she yanked the anal beads out of my ass, forcefully and without mercy. 

I screamed and involuntarily gave in. “Pineapple, mistress,” I pleaded. 

She immediately bent down and untied the wrist restraints and helped me stand upright. My mind was foggy, and my neurons weren’t firing correctly. She helped me hobble over to the couch with her arm around my waist, supporting me.  

Collapsing back into the sofa, I felt such a cascade of emotions. I couldn’t make head nor tail of them. Wendy sat down and pulled me into her embrace. Caressing me softly, she looked worried and asked, “How are you doing, babe?” 

“I don’t know, I can’t describe it. I’m all emotional and incredibly sore. I’m a complete mess, but in a good way.” 

She stroked my head, “Was I too much? I’m almost afraid to ask, but will you ever let my Dark Goddess have her way with you again?” 

I looked up at her, and she seemed to glow. “I can think of nothing I want and need more than to have your Dark Goddess in my life… and having you as my mistress.” 

She kissed me softly, "I want to hold you tightly, baby. I desire to whisper sweet nothings in your ears and press my body against yours. To feel your heart beat wildly and hear your screams as I do things to you I have never done before, but will do many times. Now that you’ve had a taste of what it’s like to be my sub, I think both of our lives will be complete.

And she was right.