Daddy finally – finally! – gets his cock in my ass. For an actual minute. I’ve already spent an hour face down across his lap with him spanking me and playing with my holes and sticking progressively larger butt plugs in me. They are the soft, more flexible ones that aren’t so rough on delicate tissues. First the medium sized one, oh hurts a little, but I think I like it.
I lay there on his lap, cheek pressed against the couch cushion, soaking in the feel of ultimate penetration. He eventually pulls it out, and I think he’s done.
No, he says, Daddy’s gonna slide the biggest one in, babygirl.
I brace myself, struggling to relax into it as I feel him push the large plug into me, stretching me… Well, kind of odd and uncomfortable, but… not bad. I got on my knees on the floor with the big one in me to suck on his cock, oh I felt so full. And so owned.
There is such sweetness in offering up my ass to whatever he wants to do to me, whether it hurts or not. And now, he tells me, what he wants is to get his cock in there. I swallow thickly, worried. I am already sore from the plugs, don’t feel ready. But whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets. And so I get on all fours on the couch, grip onto the arm, and he shoves his way in.
It hurts. A lot. Jagged little streaks of pain. An unnatural invasion so it seems. But I can take it. I like taking it. I like the rude visceral surprise of it. I breathe, breathe, as he moves around just a little bit. Then he’s pulling it out. I am almost disappointed it was so brief.
But it feels like a triumph. We are both incredibly turned on by it, and when I get up off the couch, he comes after me, backs me up against the wall of the hall afterward and kisses me and yanks on my nipple until I come.
Afterward, we go out dancing, have a blast, so high on each other, so crazy in love. We come home and feel asleep in each other’s arms on the couch…
This morning he tells all he can think about is doing me in the ass. “It’s a huge domination high,” he says. “I want to try again. Go wash up.”
I want this, too, but my hole is sore from the breach of my behind last night. Do I tell him I can’t? The thought makes me want to cry.
My ass is the last part of me that has not cooperated in submission. Oh, my pussy is completely conquered, it opens for him, welcomes him, craves him, wants him, comes for him. My pussy is a willing slave. But my ass, it doesn’t want to give, still a gate that wants to stay locked, stopping me from giving him everything. I resent my ass its resistance. I look at our collection of butt plugs as the tools to open the gate, I crave to have him put them inside me, train me open, to take him. I sometimes think about putting them in myself, try force myself to open for Daddy.
That’s the phrase I use in my head, “Open for Daddy.” I first encountered it on a submissive wives blog a week or so ago, where a woman posted her despair because she couldn’t withstand the anal sex her dominant wanted. This other woman talked about how painful anal was for her at first, but eventually he trained her with many hours of butt plug wearing. Now, she wrote, “I keep my ass lubed all the time so master can use it for his pleasure whenever he feels like it. Now it always opens for him real nice.”
I have been taken by this idea. And I am now determined that my ass should open for Daddy. So I go wash up, make myself clean.
But when I go back into the bedroom, my fear is still nipping at me. I crawl on top of Michael, bury my face into his neck and tell him so. I’m afraid I can’t take it.
Don’t worry, he says, I’ll get you ready.
And so, as I lay there on his warm chest, breathing into his neck, he reaches down, starts stroking my behind, he pulls one of my knees up, pries one cheeks open… and oh God, the way he touches me. Stroking the edges of the hole, slow, soothing, gentle, relaxing knowing. He slides one finger, then two fingers inside me, oh so gentle and yet with all this skill and familiarity, gently stretching me wider.
I completely allowed and relaxed and it changed the sensation for me, not painful anymore, but this aching deep pleasure that was so unexpected. Up until now, any time he touched me there was a sort of hot turned-on, pain-pleasure sensation. To have it become pure melting pleasure, radiating pleasure, and no pain whatsoever, well the world turned upside down. I felt as if everything I previously knew about myself was wrong, my whole body had been transformed. And Daddy the man who transformed me.
I had come to believe my true self was located inside my pussy, that sacred spot, and I think that is still true. I have sometimes felt very aware of it being the literal spot where my soul meets flesh, and I still feel it is the seat of my soul, and the opening to my heart. Oh but it is not the seat of my body, that is in my ass, my bodily self begins there, I never knew that before this moment, never felt it so palpably directly touched and moved… Daddy has found the physical me in a way I have never been found or known before, and I want more.
I am gasping on his chest, waiting for him to tell me it’s time, time to turn over so he can enter me. But he doesn’t do that. Instead, he kisses me, says, “I’m going to give you more time to be ready.”
I groan, then roll off him, laughing. Hoist by my own petard. I don’t know if he’s decided to wait to be kind to me, or if he’s not ready yet himself. I think of him as all-knowing and powerful, but the truth is, he has zero experience in ass fucking, maybe he’s not that confident.
But whatever the reason, that’s the last time I’ll tell him I’m afraid to take it.