A literotic sexstories: Digital Chains, Chapter 4: An Acquired Taste by ShadowsEdge
MercilessHound666: Good evening, my pet.
Me: Good evening, Master.
MercilessHound666: And how was your day?
Stacie’s life belonged a man that she’d never truly met. His name was B. Hound, according to the return address on the birthday present that he’d sent her. To her, he was simply Master, or ‘sir’ for simplicity.
Me: It was fun, sir
She liked being his pet. He was a reasonable man, for what it was worth, and never asked her to do anything too uncomfortable. His television ban might have been as upsetting as when he’d had her dog, Casper, take her cherry. Well, not exactly, but that had taken more getting used to.
MercilessHound666: You went to the amusement park, right? What rides did you go on, pet?
But sometimes he was just sadistic. He knew that the amusement park was not what she wanted to talk about, but she had no choice but to go along with his charade. She told him in detail, at his insistence, about each and every ride, until at last he changed the subject to the thing that was most pressing in her mind.
MercilessHound666: How do like your newest gift? Is it a good fit?
Me: It’s a little big for my tastes, sir.
MercilessHound666: Don’t worry, you’ll grow into it. Did anybody notice it?
Me: Melanie asked me if I was feeling alright after the car ride, sir.
MercilessHound666: Oh, dear. Anything you’d like to tell me?
Sometimes, he was really sadistic.
Me: I came without permission, sir.
He didn’t reply. Instead, she got a pair of requests. She quickly accepted them both and sent her own to avoid incurring too much of his anger. In moments, she was looking at his face. To anyone else, he would have looked pleased- almost elated. She knew better, and shrank with fear.
“You look nice. Very cute,” he said pleasantly, still smiling at her.
“Thank you, Master,” Stacie replied. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white tank top, and her blonde hair was tied up into pig tails. She looked like a perverted mockup of a twelve year old schoolgirl, complete with her slight figure, but one thing was for certain- it was adorable. Of course, he’d known that before he’d told her to wear it.
“How about you take off your panties? When you’re done, show me your ass. I want to make sure you actually wore it.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood up a little ways from the camera so that it could catch her partial strip. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass towards the camera.
“I guess it really was a tight fit,” he said. Stacie closed her eyes in shame. What he was referring to was a transparent plug that was inside her asshole. Yesterday had been her birthday, and with that had come a plethora of sexual toys from him. There had also been a smaller box that she’d been told to open in the morning, which she, of course, had. She’d had the butt plug inside of her since then, and now she suspected that he could see straight inside of her with it, despite how narrow it was at the point where her sphincter closed down on it.
“Yes, sir,” she replied simply.
“Good to know. Now then, what were you saying before?”
Stacie froze, but only for a second. If she kept him waiting, he’d repeat himself, and that sort of thing never ended well for her. “I came without permission today, sir,” she said, loudly and clearly.
His tone didn’t change. “Really, now? When was this?”
“On the roller coaster, sir.”
“What made you cum?” he asked, his sweet voice taking on a distinctly more sadistic tone. His pet opened her mouth a few times, although he couldn’t see it, and since she was taking too long, he needed to prompt her. “Stacie?”
“Sorry, sir. Having the plug in was just so embarrassing, I couldn’t help from cumming, sir.”
“What a pretty lie,” he said, chuckling. “Now turn around and tell me the truth.”
There was nothing pleasant about his voice now. Stacie slowly turned around to face him. He wasn’t visibly angry. He wasn’t visibly anything. His face was devoid of emotion, which terrified her more than if he was obviously furious. She swallowed hard, trying to get the words out of her mouth. “It… it was the plug, sir. I… I came…”
“You came from your ass?”
Stacie bit her lip. She didn’t like using the phrase, but it was the one best suited to her situation. “Yes, sir, I came from my ass,” she said, embarrassed.
“Good girl. See how much better it is to be honest? You may take it out now.”
Stacie bowed to him. “Thank you, sir,” she said promptly, and moved to obey. It was a fairly difficult task compared to getting it in- the graduation was a lot sharper at the base, but with the help of her rectal muscles, she got the two inch wide intruder out of her asshole. Without it inside of her, she felt incredibly empty.
“Now clean it,” she heard. She looked at him in shock.
“What?”
“There’s no point to you having toys if you won’t keep them in good shape. Clean it. With your mouth.”
Stacie cringed, but started licking the plug anyway. It was horrible. There wasn’t another decent word for it, considering where it had been all day. At least he couldn’t make her do anything more disgusting.
Unfortunately, he was fond of proving her wrong. “Suck it,” he said, and although she was horrified by the idea, she did so, taking the entire plug into her mouth. He smiled at her. “You look good like that,” he commented, referring to the mix of revulsion, pleading, and general whorishness on her face. This brought about a blush, as he knew it would, completing the picture.
“Now go to the bathroom. Clean yourself out again. Oh, and fetch Casper while you’re at it.”
Stacie bowed her head to him. “Yesh, shir,” she muttered around the plug. “Shir, ‘ay I-?”
“No. Go.” He knew her almost too well, anticipating and shooting down her request to rid herself of the plug before she was even able to get the question out. He watched sternly as she leaned over the computer and caused his view of the room to rotate, giving him a clear view of most of the room, and most importantly the door. His expression didn’t change when she pulled out a small box from its hiding place and pull an item out of it. It didn’t change until she had crawled out the door to fulfill his commands. He smiled.
By the time she’d gotten to the bathroom, Stacie had gotten the plug clean, so its sole remaining purpose for being in her mouth was to humiliate her, and it was working. Despite how many times she’d crawled through her home completely naked, doing the same with just her panties missing and a butt plug in her mouth felt like a whole new low. She could feel her pussy getting damp almost immediately- it was like her very first time, when she’d been made to sneak into her parents’ bedroom for a length of yarn. But this time she didn’t have to be quite so obvious, which was a relief. If she’d been told to go in there with the plug in her mouth, she might have balked. She would have taken any punishment, just to keep her parents from seeing her as what very well might appear to be an anal whore. There was one other difference as well- since this morning, her pubic hair was entirely shaved off instead of merely trimmed.
But she didn’t need to, so she closed the door behind her and looked at the item in her hands. She’d used it this morning, too. It was a memory that was going to be difficult to forget, for sure.
She stood up- shakily, since her ass was still recovering from the plug.
Last night, she’d broken one of his core rules- she’d been late to their daily chat. It had only been three minutes, but he’d promised punishment.
She set the item on the counter and turned on the faucet, making sure to get warm water and let it fill the sink.
A note inside of her gift box had instructed her on what that punishment was. The fact that he’d expected her distraction had seemed almost too cruel.
Once the sink was full, she picked the small plunger up again and filled it.
Use it on yourself two times without releasing, and then once more for every minute you kept me waiting, he’d written. She had already been in pain when she was just forcing the fourth shot into her system.
She then set the plunger on the toilet lid and carefully sat down on it, feeling the liquid as it slowly filled her rectum.
The five minutes that he’d ordered her to wait before releasing had been nothing short of hell.
Tonight, however, her enema was not intended strictly as punishment. If it had been, he would have been more specific. Because of this, she was able to just use one shot at a time until the water that came back out was clear. She did it one more time just to be sure and flushed it all down. She emptied the sink out as well before going back to her hands and knees. Now that she’d finished with that unhappy chore, she was off to complete another, far more familiar one. Casper followed her without hesitation, sniffing at her pussy all of the way back to her room.
“You may take it out now,” she heard. She had to think for a second before she realized what he was talking about. She took the plug that she’d gotten used to out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sir,” she said automatically as it popped out.
Her master nodded his approval. She allowed herself a small smile despite her fear at that moment. He didn’t plan to disappoint. “Strip now,” he ordered. “Don’t bother with a show tonight. Then get the green dildo and get it inside of you. I’d say you’re wet enough, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Stacie replied, blushing hotly. It wouldn’t have been half as embarrassing, she knew, if he hadn’t been absolutely correct. She was practically dripping already, so even the ten inch beast that was her green dildo wouldn’t have any problem getting inside. She pulled her top and skirt off quickly and scampered to where she kept her toys.
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