Fucking my pet up the ass

I had told L midway through last week that I was, once and for all, going to fuck her up the ass this weekend. We had never gone down that road yet in our relationship; as I've said before, we assumed that because of my size it would be way too uncomfortable, and I, of course, being sensitive to her feelings, avoided it.

But ever since we signed the contract and I became her owner, I wanted her ass more than ever. I wanted to make sure she knew that all of her holes belonged to me, to penetrate and fuck as I saw fit. I wanted that feeling of total dominance, and for her to know that no matter how it felt for her, she had no control over the situation.

Friday night came, then Saturday came and went, and L kept dropping little hints that she wasn't too keen on the idea. "We can take a pass on this one. I've been a good girl," she said, and at one point, there was a part of me in the back of my mind that thought maybe I would let this one go. But then I realized that to go back on doing something I said I was going to do would be a HUGE mistake and that I needed to stick to my word.

Sunday afternoon we went up to my place and got into bed together. I didn't bother with any of the restraints or the blindfold, but instead collared and leashed her and played with her for a bit. The collaring and leashing is a huge turn on for me and elevates my primal lust for her to, at times, startling levels. I ran the chain part of the leash around her nipples, rubbing the chain against them, using the strap of the handle to slap at her nipples. I then got on my knees on the bed and used the leash to jerk her head towards my stiff cock, which she eagerly took in her mouth. We adjusted to give her better access and to really go to town on me. I looped part of the chain around the base of my cock and watched as she took in as much of me as she could, using both of her hands to stroke me at the same time. The feeling was so damn good that I almost changed direction right there and was going to come deep inside of her mouth and force her to swallow. I think L was hoping for some of the same as well as she increased her motions when the swelling of my cock and thrusting in her mouth indicated I was close...

But I stopped and pulled out.

"This has to happen, you know," I said. "I have to fuck you up the ass."

She whimpered and turned over, removing her thong and presenting her ass to me obediently. I reached into my dresser and pulled out the bottle of the lube which I squirted on her backside and let trickle down to her ass. Using my finger, I massaged lightly before I inserted my well lubed finger inside of her. She was tight...very tight...and she responded accordingly.

"Wait...please wait..." she said.

I then lubed up my cock, which was throbbing and straining for release. "This has to happen," I said. I rubbed my lubricated cock along her ass, teasing at first, and then slowly started to penetrate her ass.

"Oh God," she said. "Please, you said you would go slowly...please."

I got the tip in at first and then paused, lettering her loosen up and relax as she adjusted to my girth. Slowly I slid in a bit more, and at one point stopped and let her ease her ass back on to my cock, taking it in as she could. I was being rather nice, I realize, in letting her adjust and being patient, trying to avoid my own urge of just taking her and fucking her HARD, slamming in and out of her tight ass with the same power I do when I fuck her pussy.

Finally, most of me was in her, and I pulled back out and slowly entered her all the way again.

"Please don't take long," she said. "Please come soon."

I realized that was not going to be a problem. Though I wanted to slap her across the back of the head, grab her hair and pull her back ferociously while I fucked her in the manner I saw fit, I also wanted to be somewhat sensitive in this first time endeavor and then escalate things from there.

I began thrusting, not going too hard, as I grabbed her ass and looked down to watch my hard cock, shining with the lube, pull out of her tight little ass and back in again. "Is your Master fucking you up the ass?" I asked. She began moaning, and I don't know if it was because of pleasure or discomfort, but I was in my own world of pleasure as I continued thrusting in and out of her. As the pace quickened, she sensed my impending eruption.

"Fill me up baby," she said, and no sooner had she said that then I came with ferocity, as my orgasm rippled through me and I shot load after load of cum deep inside of her ass before I collapsed, panting, on top of her.

Pulling out, I lay next to her panting, handing her some wipes to clean herself off as she curled into the fetal position, my cum trickling out of her ass.

I had fucked my pet up the ass and goddam, was it good.

I held her and kissed her and thanked her before we left back to her place, told her she was a good pet and would be rewarded, which I did by having her take a relaxing evening. Later that night as we lie in bed together I asked her if her ass was sore, which she said it wasn't. In fact, it was the one body part that wasn't necessarily sore as she complained (somewhat) that her nipples (which I spent some time on this weekend) were quite sore and her pussy felt tore up from the rest of the weekend.

But her ass? Felt fine for the most part.

Next time she might not be so lucky.

Date night

L and I had a very nice date night last night. We went and saw a live performance of Lily Tomlin, which was absolutely hilarious. It was the third night in a matter of five days where I had "dragged" L to going to some artistic/cultural event with me, and though she makes jokes about it, I know that she actually enjoys the opportunity, in part, because she was not accustomed to nice date nights in her previous relationship. I enjoy having her by my side at these events, in particular, sitting in the dark with our hands intertwined and caressing each other's fingers, her head sometimes resting on my shoulder. Afterwards we went and had drinks and appetizers before going back home and to bed.

To bed. These days, bedtime can't come quickly enough. Were it not for the demands of reality (i.e, children) the bedroom would be our permanent place of residence these days. I'm craving L rather intensely these days, and as I sit here writing this at 9a.m. am feeling the familiar rise in my pants that seems to be a constant presence. We had sex...great sex...on a daily basis prior to switching to a D/s relationship, but it feels different now, at least for me. These days, I want to literally consume her when we are in bed together, leave no doubt in her mind that I am her owner as I ravish her body.

And this is not just for my own pleasure. I know the effect I have on L in bed. I know I can make her come easily, can get her into a state where she is literally begging for my cock. I know just the way to taste her..to touch her...to kiss her..to fuck her...that she loves. And therein lies the real source of my power in this relationship. It would be torturous to L to deny her those pleasures, and I have already used denial of orgasms as a punishment.

Last night I ended up taking L from behind, and aside from her being on top, has become my favorite position. Part of it is the visual component, but the other part is the control aspect. The other night at my place I had collared and leashed L and as I fucked her from behind, used the leash to pull her head back. I came hard last night, and afterwards, as we lay there together, I ran my hands over her body, fingers down to her still wet and hungry pussy, and minutes later, L's hand found my cock which had already become hard again. I was then on top of her, pushing her down into the bed as I plunged inside of her.

It was a very nice date night.

Collaring, part II: The wearing

The collaring took place in my living room after we had spent an evening out for drinks and taking in a locally produced movie, which was so bad that L asked if making her watch it was one of her punishments. For both of us, the entire day and the evening was nothing more than foreplay leading up to the moment we both eagerly anticipated.

When we arrived at my place I popped open a bottle of champagne and we smoked a bowl. This was followed by the signing of the contract (like I said below, more on this to come) and I gave her a card that professed my love for her so she was clear that what we were about to do was something I looked at quite seriously.

I presented her with the collar in a red gift bag and as she took her shirt off, she asked that I take it out and put it on her. She lifted up the back of her hair as I put it on, fastening it into place and being careful that it wasn't too tight. After putting it on, she lifted her head up and looked at me in the eyes. L has the most gorgeous eyes, big and brown, and she has a way of looking at me with a puppy dog expression that I knew I was going to have to ignore from here on out when she used that heart-melting look to try and get her way with me.

She looked beautiful.

I leaned in and grabbed the back of her head and our tongues found each other. My hand made its way around her neck where I felt the collar, running my fingers underneath on her neck, and my mouth made its way to the area of her neck under the collar where I kissed and nibbled, my hands taking in and pulling her thick head of hear. Next, I removed the leash from the gift bag and fastened it to the collar as well. Pulling on it, I brought her closer to me, letting the chain drape around her neck and across our mouths where we kissed through it passionately.

I could feel something stirring in me like I had never felt before. L has taken me to the highest sexual peaks I have ever encountered in any relationship, and I was used to having feverish desire for her, but this...this was different. With the collar on there was no question that she had given herself to me, and I wanted to revel in my ownership by completely consuming her. I wanted to tear her clothes from her body and explore every inch of her with my mouth, nibbling, pushing her hard to the floor and forcing myself on her. I wanted to use the leash to drag her to my floor. I wanted to spread her legs apart with my knees and plunge my hard cock deep inside her pussy (side note: L has an amazing pussy that is exceptionally tight and wet at the same time, as she likes to joke with me, I need to write a song about her pussy and I can't help but agree).

I wanted to fuck her, hard and ferocious, pulling at her hair and slapping her across the face. I wanted her to respond back like the bitch of mine that she was, digging her nails into my back, into my ass, as i slammed into her over and over.

In due time.

L reached down and removed my cock from my pants and, using the leash, I pulled her head down towards my crotch where her eager mouth engulfed my tip. Using the chain, I drooped it around so it circled around the base of my cock, and watched, heart pounding and blood flowing, as she took in as much of me as her mouth could contain.

My pet --- my little bitch --- my personal whore was collared. She was mine, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anything in the world before.

Collaring, Part I: The purchase

In many ways, Friday, May 4, 2012 was the wedding day for L and I, at least, as close as we were going to come to a wedding for the time being. That being said, the step we were taking in our relationship was in many ways, at least in our minds, much more powerful than the bond that is created between a couple in a traditional marriage. On this day, L was giving her complete self to me: Heart, body, mind and soul --- to do as I wanted for my own personal pleasure and use the power she was relinquishing me to mold her into a better woman.

Yeah, no pressure there.

I’ll write more about the contract of servitude that we both signed that evening later as that is a tale on its own, but for now, let’s talk about the collaring.

We both thought there needed to be some sort of physical contract to solidify our new relationship, a wearing of a ring of sorts, and as we explored and researched the world of D/s relationships (in the days leading up to our "marriage" work for both of us literally came to a standstill as days in our respective offices were spent pouring through D/s blogs and websites…never before did I utilize the “Clear History” feature on my web browser than I did that week…) both found attraction at the act of collaring. L initially had some concerns with the thought that it might be degrading, but as she read into it (and also after I made her watch a BDSM-themed porno called “Bound”) found the prospects of it too be exciting and became just as eager as me.

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Email from L on Thursday, May 3 at 11:30p.m.

I absolutely cannot wait for you to collar me. I plan on being the best for you and will try my best not to screw up....and if I do....which I will...and be punished as I should....I know you will only be doing it out of love and in my/our best interest.

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I purchased the collar the night before at the local Petco, and as I perused the section, tried to overlook the fact that I was finding shopping at a local pet store to be an arousing errand. I shared the collar aisle with a young family who were trying on collars on their Labrador puppy while with each collar I picked up, I tried to picture how it would look around the neck of my sweet submissive L. I did not take this endeavor lightly, because it needed to be just right. Just right. Not only the collar, but just as importantly, in my mind, was the leash. I finally found the right combination. 


The collar was black leather, about a 1/2" wide, adorned with raised silver diamonds. I knew without a doubt that I wanted the leash to have a chain, and settled on one with a red strap handle that I realized could serve a dual purpose of not only controlling my new pet, but also to be administered across her ass if need be.

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Text exchange between S and L on Thursday, May 3, at 5:15p.m.

S: I’m happy with my purchase.L: If there’s velcro involved I’m taking you out.

S: Watch your tone.

L: I have one last night buddy. Just kidding. I will.

S: Hmm. Ok. One last night.

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One of the biggest challenges I was going to have with the taming of L was going to be her mouth. She is a self-professed smart ass of monumental proportions, often times never thinking before opening her mouth or firing off a smarmy email or text message. This inability to think before typing/talking, and, at one point, her anger management issues, has caused problems in our relationship in the past, and with this shift in power and handing control over to me, I knew this was an area that was going to need immediate attention and correction.


I had my work cut out for me.

One last night.