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“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Such a polite little slut.” I step away again to grab my bag of supplies. I have a lot of different duffels for a variety of activities. This bag is my anal-play bag. After unzipping it, I pull out what I intend to use this afternoon and line the items up on a towel out of her line of sight.
When I snap on a pair of gloves, she whimpers again. I love that sound. I love all her sounds, but her whimpering fear is one of my favorites. She won’t always be scared when I play with her ass. She’ll get used to it, like everything else, and stop sniveling during the process. I’m not looking forward to the day when I no longer get to hear her cute sounds of protest.
I pop the top on the lube, which makes her flinch. “It’s just lubricant, precious. I know you don’t need it on your cunt. You’re always wet for me. But did you buy some for your vibrator and use it in your car?”
“No, Sir,” she mumbles.
“Ah, so you’re always this wet. But then again, you were always thinking about me when you fucked your cunt, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is almost too soft to hear, but that’s okay. She’s embarrassed to admit how much she’s been thinking about me and how I affected her long before I brought her home.
My girl has been infatuated with me for a while. She’s been making herself come to thoughts of me for all that time. It’s heady, knowing I starred in her masturbation sessions.
After pouring some of the lube on my fingers, I set the bottle aside, hold her cheeks apart, and rub the liquid onto her puckered hole. So fucking pretty.
She clenches her bottom cheeks and cries softly. I know how hard she tries not to cry in front of me, so the fact that she can’t keep herself from doing so is telling. She’s so scared, I can practically smell her fear.
While I tease her rosebud, I start talking. “No reason to be afraid, precious. I’m going to take good care of you. Always. I’ll never injure you. Letting me into your rectum is mind over matter. The untested muscle will be tight. I’m going to stretch it out for you. It will feel weird at first, but you’ll learn to enjoy it.”
I keep pressing against the ring of muscles, letting her assimilate to my touch.
“I’m going to push a finger into your bottom now, Daphne. It will be easier if you relax.”
She doesn’t unclench. I’m not surprised. That’s a tough thing to demand of an anal virgin.
With one hand still holding her open, I ease my pointer into her.
Daphne makes a deep keening sound that could be interpreted as pain, fear, or even pleasure. I’m pretty confident she’s not in pain, so I keep going, guiding my finger in and out of her rectum.
She’s stiff and panting when she says, “Can you be done now, Sir?”
I chuckle. “No, precious. We’re just getting started. My finger isn’t nearly as large as my cock. That means I need to stretch your tight asshole a little every day to help you get used to the pressure. I’m going to use a series of dilators.”
When I pull my finger out, she blows out a long breath.
I grab the smallest dilator and line it up with her tight hole. “This first rod is slightly bigger than my finger. There are ten rods in the dilation kit. Every day, I’ll work on your bottom until you can comfortably take the last one.”
Without further warning, I ease the tip into her.
Daphne rocks forward, trying to escape my touch.
I grab her hip to steady her. “Tsk tsk. Never pull away from me, precious girl. It won’t bode well for you.”
More sniffling. “Sorry, Sir.” She always throws in a Sir when she’s trying to make up for her naughty behavior.
I push the rod in another inch. “I know you’re sorry, but you need to think before you act. Sorry doesn’t undo your misbehavior, does it?”
“No, Sir.”
“I might not always discipline you at the time you make poor choices. Sometimes, like now, it won’t be convenient. But I’ll remember, and I’ll always correct you later.”
She shudders.
Pushing the rod in deeper, I watch her closely. She’s not fighting me any longer. “See? It’s not so bad, is it, precious?”
“No, Sir,” she murmurs.
