Literotic asexstories – Marrying into Femdom Culture Ch. 04 by AssLover88,AssLover88
I’m not sure how long I laid there alone in the dark. I heard Viktoria come back into the room maybe an hour later and slip back into bed. She was snoring shortly after that.
But I couldn’t sleep. I was exhausted, but my thoughts were feverish. I couldn’t decide what was reasonable. Was my anxiety just my stupid pride and arbitrary societal norms? Or was my anxiety a warning sign that this was really wrong? Was I failing to be a supportive partner to the love of my life or was she manipulating me into being something I’m not? I recognized that I enjoyed submitting to Vik. It made me so hot when she finger-fucked my tight asshole last night and when she spanked me this morning. But maybe that was a perversion to keep in check rather than embrace?
Her admission that she was a virgin in the usual sense of the word also worried me. What if she didn’t like it? What if she said, “Hmm, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Might as well throw away the key to your chastity cage!” I eventually concluded that my demand to fuck her before making a decision about the collar was necessary and fell into an uneasy slumber.
We left for the spa early the next morning. Viktoria seemed pleased that I was going along. While she drove, I fidgeted nervously in the passenger seat, though my exhaustion kept me from really freaking out about what was about to happen. She glanced over at my worried expression and seemed to take pity on me. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to be fine. Tons of people do this. Just look at it as an exciting adventure. I’ll tell them exactly what we want. You won’t have to make any decisions. Just try to relax and enjoy the experience, ok?” She took one hand off the steering wheel and gave my thigh a little squeeze. I nodded and returned a weak smile, trying to internalize her words and hold up my end of the agreement we’d made last night.
When we walked into the spa facility, I noticed that the concentration of collars and obsidian rings here was much higher than it had been in the museums and parks we’d visited. Viktoria took my hand and marched us up to the counter.
“Good morning. We have a 9:00 AM appointment under Viktoria.”
The young woman on the other side of the counter tapped away at her computer. “Yes, I see it here. For the luxury full submissive package, correct?”
“Yes, that’s right. I want everything done.”
She typed a few more buttons. “Alright, and is your submissive collared?”
Viktoria blushed slightly. She squeezed my hand and looked in my eyes as she answered, “No, not yet. But soon we hope.”
The receptionist didn’t react to this except to click another few keys and inform us, “Ok. In that case, there are a few consent forms he’ll need to fill out.”
She handed Viktoria the forms and we went to sit down in the waiting area to fill them out. One was a general consent form for the facility and the other was specific to the package Viktoria had ordered. She rushed me through them, showing me where to sign and initial, but I scanned both documents. It looked consistent with what she’d outlined to me last night. Hair removal, chastity device fitting, and anal plug insertion. It was surreal signing a legal document with the words ‘anal plug’ on it.
We returned the forms and waiting for the receptionist to process them. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other uneasily. Vik was bouncing lightly on her toes. She seemed giddy with excitement.
“Alright, you’re all set. Lee, this is Andrea, she’ll be your technician today.”
An imposing young woman stepped up and shook my hand. She was one of the most muscular women I’d ever seen in person and almost as tall as I was.
Viktoria smiled and shook her hand as well. “Listen Andrea, Lee is from America, and he’s a little nervous about all of this. So please be gentle with him.”
“Oh oh course, madam. We have pride ourselves on guiding submissives of all levels, doing what we can to help them reach that next level of surrender. Couples come from all over the world for our services. I promise you we will take good care of Lee.”
Viktoria replied with uncharacteristic nervous energy, “It’s just a very special day for us.” Then she leaned in and whispered something in Andrea’s ear.
Andrea’s eyes lit up. She exclaimed, “Oh how special! Don’t worry at all, you came to the right place. I’ll be very gentle with him and when you see him next, he’ll be a new boy.”
At this I panicked. “Wait, you’re not coming with me?” I had just assumed she would be in the room when all this stuff was happening.
Viktoria squeezed my hand. “No, dominants aren’t allowed in that part of the spa. It’s a safe space just for submissives. But don’t worry, Andrea is going to take good care of you. You’re getting the full luxury package, so enjoy it!”
Andrea beckoned me to follow her. Just before we turned at the end of the hallway, I looked back to see Vik giving me an encouraging wave.
Andrea turned back to me as we walked, “So American, huh? First time in Algoria? What do you think?”
“Uh…it certainly is…different.”
“Ha, well said! You’re adorable. And if you don’t mind my saying, your dominant is a knock-out! Well done boy!”
“Uh thanks,” I replied blushing.
“You bet!” Andrea said enthusiastically. “By the time we’re finished with you today, we’ll have her salivating over you! I’ve helped a lot of submissives along the path towards finally getting that offer to be collared. You’re in good hands!”
I realized that Andrea didn’t realize Vik had already offered me her collar. She seemed to think that this was some effort to make me into the ‘belle of the ball,’ to encourage my dominant to make me such an offer. It reminded me of women trying to encourage a man to propose, to make him ‘put a ring on it.’
Andrea watched me thinking silently. “I imagine a lot of this is new to you, so feel free to ask me any questions you want. I’ll be with you all day. We’re going to get to know each other real well! I’m a fully licensed submissive technician. Here at the spa we don’t just help prepare the body to submit, but also the mind.”
On that somewhat ominous note, she opened a door and led me into a room with lockers.
“Alright,” she said closing the door behind us, “let’s get those clothes off. Put everything in this bin and all lock it up until we come back at the end of the day.”
Then she just stood there blinking at me.
“Uh…are you going to step out? Is there a robe or something for me to change into?”
She giggled at this. “No, silly! Submissives don’t wear any clothing in the spa. Modesty is definitely NOT a virtue for a sexual submissive. Besides, I’m going to be seeing everything, in detail, so nothing to worry about!”
I watched her carefully and concluded she was serious. I blew out a slow breath. “Okay. In for a penny, in for a pound.” Quickly I stripped everything off, taking my white panties down with my pants, putting everything in the bin like she told me.
“Oh! You’re not in chastity!” she cried.
“Um…I thought that’s what I’m here for?”
“I mean, yes of course, expert chastity fitting is part of your package. It’s just that most submissives come in wearing at least an imperfectly fitted cage. It’s spa policy that submissives be in chastity in all common areas. But don’t worry, it’s no big deal. I’ll put you in something that’s too big but will do the job until we get rid of all that wild hair and get you into a properly sized cage. I’ll be right back.”
She left me standing alone in the room, buck naked.
Less than a minute later, she returned and handed me a little black plastic thing. “Here you go. No worries.”
I turned the device over in my hands. It looked like the outline of a little black penis with a ring at the base. I looked back up at her sheepishly.
“Umm, I’ve never….”
Her eyes got big with realization. “Oohh, I’m so sorry. Not to worry. Here let me help you.”
She took the device back from me and directed me to straddle the locker room bench. She had me lean back and grab the bench behind me with my hands, and then bring my feet up on the bench in front of me.
“C’mon, just relax your legs and let your knees fall open. No need to be embarrassed. I do this all day long.”
Needless to say, I was still extremely embarrassed. From the heat I felt in my cheeks, I guessed my face must be reaching tomato-range. Luckily the awkwardness of the moment kept me completely limp.
Andrea snapped the ring part away from the penis cage part. She slid the ring over my dick and then carefully pulled my testicles through one at a time so that the ring was more or less flush with my body. Then she fed my limp cock into the cage and connected it to the ring. She took a chain off her neck and inserted a little master key into the top of the device, turning it with a little click.
“There we go. All good now!” Andrea reassured me. “So our first task will be to wax you so that your body is completely bare. We’re going to get you that sweet, innocent, defenseless look that dominants can’t resist!”
She paused here, as if waiting for me to cheer. But when I just swallowed and kept blinking, she continued, “First, I’m going to give you some time to relax in one of the baths. The water will only be lukewarm, but it will help open up your pores and prepare you for the waxing. Oh, also here take two ibuprofen, it will help lessen the discomfort.”
I took the pills from her solemnly. After I swallowed, she slapped me on the back. “Hey, it’s ok to be nervous and embarrassed. Just think of them both as opportunities to deepen your submission to your dominant. You’re offering her your nervousness and your embarrassment. Everyone is a little nervous for their first waxing, but it’s over before you know it. You’re going to be fine.”
I conceded a forced smile, which seemed to satisfy her and she led me out of the room through a different door towards the inner part of the spa. I stepped into the hall wearing only a cage around my penis, and I hoped we would not encounter any other humans.
As we walked down the hallway, a side door opened and a plump woman walked out with a male technician. She was older than me, maybe late thirties, with big tits. She had barbell piercings through each nipple. I also couldn’t help but ogle her chastity belt, which just looked like metal panties to me. She gave me a casual smile but didn’t break stride as she turned to follow her technician down the hallway in front of us. From behind, a massive butt plug was clearly visible sticking out between her buttocks.
I shot Andrea an incredulous look. She flashed a conspiratorial smile and leaned into my ear to whisper, “Don’t worry. That is a HUGE plug even by Algorian standards. Her dominant must either be extremely well endowed or more likely into fisting.” She giggled as if to show me this was all good fun.
We turned into a room with three pools, each about the size of a hot tub. There were a few other people soaking, but they didn’t seem to pay us any attention. Andrea directed me to get into the pool at the far end of the room.
“Now you just relax and let the yourself have a good soak. I want you to start getting into a submissive mindset. Today is all about helping you find that deeper subspace, ok? I’ll be back to collect you in about 10 minutes.”
The water was much cooler than a hot tub, but still pleasantly warm. I submerged up to my neck and let my head rest against the side. It was then that I noticed the images being projected onto the back wall of the room. It was pornography. The word “submission” was shown followed by short clips of penises and dildos sliding into willing assholes. I felt my own anus clench in solidarity. The word “pleasure” flashed across the wall, followed by clips of faces in ecstasy. Eyes rolling back in bliss. Jaws dropping open with rapture. I felt my dick beginning to stiffen and strain against the walls of the chastity cage. “Kneel” was written against the wall in cursive script. A dominant woman pushed a submissive man’s head into her crotch, his forearms lashed together behind his back, his buttocks flexing to keep his balance over widely spread knees.
At this point, I decided to close my eyes to avoid exacerbating the growing ache in my groin. Without the distracting images, I became more aware of the complex scent of incense in the air. There was also some kind of electric trance music playing softly over the sounds of water slapping the sides of the little pool. My thoughts moved inward and I reflected on Andrea’s words. As surreal and humiliating as this experience was, I tried to look at it as a way to express my love for Vik. I did love her. It had made me happy to see her so giddy with excitement in the waiting area. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…A vision of tonight entered my head. But instead of focusing on how embarrassing or painful it might be for me, the focus was on Vik. I imagined her face lighting up when I bent over for her.
“Hey there, Lee!” I opened my eyes to see Andrea towering over me. “You look like you’re falling asleep. Glad to see you’re nice and relaxed. Let’s go.” She had a fluffy white towel in her hands.
I lifted my nude form out of the pool and reached for the towel, but Andrea pulled back.
“No, no. I’ll dry you. Come stand here and put your hands against the wall.”
Again, it was a little embarrassing, but in another way it was really nice. I let the water drip down my nose as I felt the warm, soft towel move across my back and shoulders, down each arm, then down to my thighs and calves, before patting my butt cheeks gently dry.
“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, Lee,” Andrea instructed nonchalantly while squatting behind me.
I did as I was told, pressing my shoulders and the side of my face against the wall to keep my balance. The downy cloth moved through my crack, across my anus, and down to my balls, which hung down in the chastity ring. I felt my cock strain in the cage. “Fucking pervert,” I thought with shame.
“Good boy, Lee. Now turn around for your front side.”
She stood up and took my neck in one hand to keep me steady, while covering her other hand with the towel. She pushed her towel-covered palm onto my face, rubbing throughly to dry me. She moved her hand up into my scalp, tousling my hair. It was incredibly relaxing. It reminded me taking baths as a child.
Andrea continued diligently down my body, having me put my hands on her shoulders for balance as she had me lift one foot and then the other, drying my soles and in between my toes. Finally, she wrapped the towel around my caged penis, letting the water in the holes of the cage absorb into the cloth.
“There we go, all dry now. How do you feel?”
“Good,” I acknowledged.
“Ready to be waxed?”
“Bring it on” I said, smiling and giving her a little fist pump with mock enthusiasm.
“That’s the spirit. Let’s go.” Andrea led me out of the pool room, down a hallway, and into a small procedure room centered around a massage table with one of those padded hoops at the top for your face. “Lie down on the table, face down.”
I put my face in the hoop, leaving my bare ass sticking up in the breeze.
She did my butt cheeks first. “Ahhhh!” I surprised myself by crying out, but the pain was worse than I anticipated.
Andrea laughed sadistically. “Haha, that’s a good boy! Feel free to scream. No one to impress here.”
After my ass was hairless, she did my back, then my arms, then my legs, then my stomach, then my chest. I’d shed some tears by this point but wasn’t frankly sobbing at least.
“Alright sweety, home stretch now. Turn on your side and bring one leg up. There you go. Now take one hand back and spread that sweet ass for me. That’s a GOOD boy.” The thick, hot wax spreading down my crack and all over my hole made me feel nasty. “Eeeekk!” I screeched with the delicate hairs around my anus were ripped out.
“Oh wow, that looks nice!” Andrea complimented me as she ran her thumb over my freshly denuded rim, “I couldn’t see what I nice dark pink asshole you had with all those hairs in the way. Nothing like a stripped ass-pussy to show you’re collarable!”
Andrea raised up the head of the table and had me sit up with my feet in stirrups for the last part. I was still breathing hard with a few tears running down my cheeks, when she unlocked my cage. My dick quickly rose to half-mast.
Andrea smiled at my tear-stained face. “Awww, poor baby. Just a little more to go. Looks like your dick is excited to get naked, getting a little chub like a pain slut, huh?”
The tears began openly flowing when my pubic hair was ripped out, but I managed not to sob. Andrea found her professionalism, ignoring me and staying on mission. She had my hold my dick to one side and then the other to get me completely bare.
“Alright all done. You did it, Lee! The hard part is over for the rest of the day!”
I didn’t say anything, but managed to give her a little smile through my whimpering and crying.
She reached out a hand to caress my forehead, but she didn’t look sympathetic. She looked proud.
“You’re doing very well, Lee. Use this experience to go deeper into subspace. I’m going to step out for a few minutes to take a break. While I’m gone, I want you to explore your stripped, submissive body. Look at everything in the mirror here, your flushed face, teary eyes, hairless dick, that tight pink asshole, and think about how whipped you look. This is what your dominant wants. It’s what makes her cream her panties. That complete and total submission. Worth more to a dominant woman than a diamond ring.”
She smiled at me again. “See you in a few, cutie,” and she left.
I sat up and sniffled as I took in my reflection in the wall mirror. My cheeks were wet with tears. My chest hair was all gone. Had my nipples always been so prominent? I stood up to get a better look at my genitals. My bare cock looked somehow bigger and less imposing at the same time. Like a teenage boy with a big dick. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at my naked rear. Without any hair, it looked a bit softer, rounder. I flexed my glutes to try to shake the word ‘fuckable’ out of my head and make it look more masculine. Then I relaxed and reached a tentative hand back to spread my ass. Even so, I couldn’t see very well. I straightened back up and walked up close to the mirror. Bending over and pulling my cheeks apart, I looked back. She was telling the truth. Above a pair of silky smooth balls, a tight, virgin asshole. This is what I had pledged to deliver to Vik tonight.
“Getting a close enough look there?”
I shot straight up to see Andrea standing in the doorway, a jovial grin on her face. She pushed an IV pole in with a red rubber bag handing from it, attached to a coil of plastic tubing.
Before I could inquire as to this new torture device, she handed me a little glass vial filled with translucent amber liquid. “Here, drink this.”
“What is it?”
Andrea smirked. “I’ll tell you after you drink it.”
I frowned at this, my skeptical mind reasserting itself with a bevy of new questions.
Now Andrea was the one to frown. “Oh Lee, you were doing so well. It’s part of the package your dominant ordered for you. You asked once and I told you I’ll tell you after. Now just drink it!”
I brought the vial up to my nose and sniffed. A heady perfume of alcohols mixed with some fruity scents. I glanced back at Andrea, who seemed to be getting more frankly pissed by the minute. I brought the vial to my lips and threw it back.
Andrea took the empty container back from me, but still seemed annoyed. “Think, Lee! That’s not how you get the collar of a high-class dominant like yours. What’s she going to think of your commitment if you balk at a little thing like this?”
“So what was that?” I asked, letting her reprimand pass by without comment.
Andrea took a deep breath, eyeing me warily as if readjusting her prior assessment that I was the perfect little sub.
“The same stuff that’s in your enema bag here. Algorian elixir. Expensive, but of unmatched quality. I’ll tell you more once we get it flowing. What position do you normally take your enemas in?”
“I uh…I’ve never done that.”
Andrea paused a beat to see if I was serious. “Oh…well then, this is important. Let’s find out how you like it. Let’s try on your knees first.”
She positioned me on my hands and knees and then handed me a little bottle of lube. “Ok lube up a finger and see how tight you are in this position. Remember you’re not trying to really stretch yourself. You just want to loosen up enough so that your anus accepts the nozzle without any pain.”
This rose to a new level of indignity, but somehow the events of the day had almost completely numbed my capacity for embarrassment. While kneeling, I poured the viscous fluid down my middle finger. Leaning forward to support myself with one hand on the floor and reaching back between my cheeks with the other, I smeared the cool gel around my bare rim under Andrea’s clinical gaze. Then I took a deep breath and focused on pushing out as I accepted my own fingertip into my anus. My ring squeezed my finger involuntarily, but it felt good, warmth without any real burn. I began to slide in and out just a few millimeters at a time.
“Stop fingering yourself, slut,” Andrea chuckled, “Take your finger out and try another position.”
My face flushed at the accusation. I tried it again laying on my side with one leg up, then both legs up. Then she had me try it on my back, reaching down past my balls to get at my hole. Finally, I determined that it was easiest for me on my side with both legs up. It reminded me of an animal, like how a dog rests on the floor.
“Here you go,” Andrea said as she handed me the lubed nozzle of the enema tubing. I slid it home and she released the clamp to start the flow. As my intestines began to fill with fluid, Andrea began to lecture, “Submissives are responsible for keeping their rectums clean and ready to be fucked. Your dominant may prefer to have you douche just before she fucks you, or she may want you to give yourself daily or twice daily enemas so that you’re always ready for her cock.”
She rubbed my ass gently as I continued to fill. “The Algorian elixir pouring inside you is a mixture of local wines and an ancient combination of herbs. It’s going to soothe all that insolence out of your head. It’ll get you back in touch with that perfect submissive inside you, the one who just wants you to shut up so it can shine. The elixir is said to have both relaxing and aphrodisiac properties. It’s not for everyday, only for special occasions. Like losing your virginity, for instance”
I looked up at her in surprise.
Andrea flashed me a wicked smile. “Yes, your dominant whispered it in my ear. She said tonight’s the night she pops your ass cherry. I’m so happy for you, sweetie. This is one of the most significant moments in a submissive’s life. You just relax and follow my instructions and we’ll get you all ready for your special night.”
Once the flow ebbed, Andrea had me clench and hobble into the bathroom to release the enema. Then she had me squat over the bidet to clean my backside.
I was already feeling tipsy as she walked me back to the massage table and had me lay back down face down. I seemed to have reached a passive state where acceptance of Andrea’s instructions was the strong default.
Warm oil was spread over my naked skin. Strong hands kneaded my muscles. I actively moaned my appreciation as Andrea continued relaxing me. My skin delighted in her touch, maybe since it was newly hairless or because of the alcohol smoothing out my thoughts, I couldn’t say. She would squeeze a muscle, increasing the intensity until it gave up and went limp under her fingers. As she worked fresh oil into my palm and tugged gently on my fingers, I couldn’t quite believe how relaxed I felt lying there butt naked with a virtual stranger.
She moved down to my feet, then up my legs, caressing and squeezing my thighs, until she was kneading the meat of my ass. She took a cheek in each hand and spread my ass. I couldn’t see her with my face in the massage head rest, but it was like I could feel her stare on my tight hole. The realization made me clench my sphincter involuntarily.
“Yes, tonight your dominant will be taking in this view. Winking your asshole at her is a great way to show her how ready you are for her to fuck you.”
I clenched and unclenched a few times before I even thought about whether I should. I was glad she couldn’t see my blushing face. I didn’t want to think about whether or not I was a slut. I just wanted to submit.
“But you need to practice your presentation. Here, get back up on your hands and knees and then sit back on your heels. When she tells you to bend over, how are you going to do it?”
Maybe it was the wine I’d absorbed rectally, but for whatever reason, I really went for it. I bent back down on my hands and looked back at her over my shoulder, giving her my best impression of a doggy bitch in heat.
“Not bad, but arch your back more. Stick your butt out behind you more. Show her how badly you want her to take your upturned ass. There, that’s better.”
I watched her open a cabinet and withdraw a box of latex gloves and a black case. “Here, have a look a these,” Andrea said, passing me the case as she donned the gloves.
I flipped the case open and found five black rubber butt plugs of increasing size. The smallest size looked thicker than what I imagined Vik’s two fingers measured. The largest size seemed like it must just be a novelty that no one would actually try to take up their bum.
“So which one would you say best represents ‘your level’ right now?” Andrea asked me.
“My level?”
Andrea sighed. “Yeah, which one is closest to the size you feel confident taking regularly?”
“Is there another box with the smaller plugs?”
“Haha! Oh Lee! You sure are a different kind of submissive. I guess some women must really go for the bratty, reluctant thing, huh?”
I thought to myself that doesn’t really sound like Vik, as I felt Andrea’s gloved finger start lubricating my pucker. I pushed my hips back to see if I could take the tip in. For some reason, it seemed easier for me to accept penetration if I could actively control the initial insertion. Her finger slid in just a few centimeters. Then, she held her finger still and let me move my hips and fuck myself on it.
“Well let me ask you this. Do you know how big your dominant’s cock will be tonight?”
Suddenly this seemed like incredibly relevant information. How could this not have come up during our negotiations?
“I uh, I don’t know.”
Andrea just sort of nodded and kept working to stretch my hole on her finger. It seemed that she’d finally accepted how clueless I was.
“Well, traditionally a male submissive is supposed to be fucked with a cock at least a little bigger than his own by the time of his permanent collaring ceremony. But even most traditionalists use a smaller tool for cherry popping. We’ll get you stretched out and filled with a nice training plug to walk out of here with –”
“Urrgghgh,” I groaned as she slid a second finger in next to the one I had been taking so well.
“Hey! C’mon now, don’t clench up. It’s just my second finger. Don’t be a baby, c’mon give up that asshole to me.”
I took a few rapid, deep breaths and tried to push out, but whimpered again when this resulted in her fingers sliding in deeper.
“Oh hush! You’re fine. Just let go. Keep breathing. Don’t fight me.”
At last her fingers were sliding back and forth in my greased asshole with minimal resistance. I felt proud since I had powered through.
“Alright, that’s a good boy. Now let’s get started.”
Andrea removed the smallest plug from the box and I heard her squirt lube on it as she moved back behind me. The tapered point pressed up against the slightly swollen rim. The muscular ring had been spread around Andrea’s fingers just moments before, so it remembered not to clench. My asshole opened up and tried to accept this new challenge. The first inch felt great. I stayed passive and let my anus stretch to accommodate being stuffed. But then it just wouldn’t stretch any more.
“Ooohh, that’s a bit spicy,” I complained. She backed out a few millimeters and then pushed back in harder.
“Uggh, it’s too big. It’s too–Ah!” Andrea spanked me hard and it made me clench down.
“It’s not ‘too big,’ ok? Jeez, it’s all in your head. We’ve got plenty of time to stretch you, so no more saying ‘too big,’ in fact, no more saying words. Just moan to let me know how intense it’s feeling and I’ll take care of working you open.”
She had me try to squeeze the plug for ten seconds before shoving it deeper when I relaxed. She took her time but never retreated. It felt like I was taking a massive, hard shit, but finally I felt my abused butt hole swallow the thickest part of the plug and pull it home.
Andrea told me again that I was a good boy and kneaded my glutes between her thumbs. I was just relieved to be done with the butt plug.
“Alright Lee. Let’s take a break. I want your body to get comfortable being plugged before we go to the next size.”
“Fuck,” I thought, “This lady is crazy. I’m at my limit. I can still stand up and walk out of here any time I want.” But when I thought about how disappointed Vik would be if I chickened out, I knew that it would have to be pretty bad for me to actually get up and leave. I imagined her taking me to the emergency room with a torn asshole, her loyal mate who sacrificed his body for her. In my fantasy, she was crying, “I’m so sorry, Lee. I can’t believe you went so far for me. Let’s just forget about all this and go home…”
Andrea’s voice called me back to reality. “Squeeze that plug with your ass a few times. Let your body realize that it’s not going anywhere. Move your hips back and forth, then I want you to walk around the room a bit.”
I groaned as I started to move. I knew I looked ridiculous waddling around the room with my gait unnaturally widened. My ass stuck out behind me since I couldn’t stand up totally straight without increasing the tightness of my narrow opening gripping the plug.
“That’s good. That ‘poorly veiled pain’ look is like gasoline to a dominant’s fire. Let’s her know that you let your boundaries be pushed for her, that there’s a thick plug stretching those boundaries right now. Ha! Now really get into it, let your hips sway side to side as you move.”
I tried to be more sensual. I recalled every slutty girl I had ever seen work her ass in a pair of booty shorts, hypnotizing all who witnessed her strut. I tried to channel her. “My butt is a sex object,” I thought, “I’m trying to tempt Viktoria to lose all control and just take me.”
The plug still ached inside me, but I felt better. Less like a victim, more like a player. “I’m choosing to do this. This is how the game is played here, and damn it if I’m not going to win.” I clenched the plug in my rectum again. This time the burn made me feel like a pervert, but in a good way. Like a dirty slut. My dick started to harden again.
“Alright sexy, that’s enough of a break,” Andrea said with a smile, “For this, let’s have you stay standing. Come stand here next to the counter and bend over.”
I put my hands on the counter in front of me and bent at the waist. Andrea pushed down between my shoulder blades until my chest and face rested on the countertop. She tugged on my plug until my sphincter lost its grip. It squeezed down reflexively, trying to catch the plug, but Andrea held it steady with its widest part just outside of my narrowest part. Then she pressed it back in. In and out. She kept popping it in and out of my asshole until the clenching eased and the plug moved smoothly through my ring.
Finally, she plucked it out and walked back to the case, selecting the next size up. As she greased it up, she noticed me watching her with trepidation.
“This will be the last one for today. After it goes in, it won’t come out until your dominant removes it.” She walked back behind me. I felt the tip enter me easily, my pucker yielding to the now familiar sensation of being penetrated. But I quickly reached my limit. I groaned as Andrea increased the pressure. My butthole felt like there was nothing more to relax. This was as big as my hole could get. I tried to breathe deeply and not let the increasing sensations of pain and pressure worry me.
Andrea pressed her other forearm across my lower back and gripped my hip for more leverage. I cried out as she managed to stuff another millimeter inside me. A thin layer of sweat broke across my body in microdroplets. The sensations had intensified from sexual to medical.
“PUSH OUT!” Andrea grunted with frustration.
“I AM PUSHING OUT!” I whined defensively.
“MORE!”
I took a quick breath in and pushed as hard as I could. “AHH, FUCK!” I shouted as I was stretched even further. I reflexively tried to straighten up, but Andrea shoved her forearm roughly against my back to hold me down.
“Ahhhh, arrggh, fuck, Jesus, ahhh,” sounds left my mouth with every breath. I wasn’t focused on the plug anymore. I was just trying to cope with the feeling of being forced open.
Eventually I could sense that I was wrapped around the thickest part. I held my breath for a second as it dawned on me that this was about to get even more intense. My asshole was so desperate to close that I knew it would squeeze down hard as soon as it had an opportunity.
Andrea seemed to sense it too. She was still pressing me down hard on the counter with one arm, but she was hardly putting any pressure on the plug now. Just holding it steady, right at the threshold, waiting for the inevitable. As I felt my poor anus start to pull the toy inside me, I looked over my shoulder. Andrea was staring at my bottom with rapt fascination. She looked up and met my eyes and gave me a wide smile. Then I felt it.
“Oooohhh fuckkk!!!” My asshole felt relief at being able to return a less stretched state, but the thickness of the plug moved deeper inside me, stretching places I couldn’t see. My intestines cramped and I cried out in pain.
“Take it out! Take it out! Oh fuck! It’s too big. It’s too big. Ohhhh, unghhh, hughhh, huhhh.” I broke down in whimpers as I rode out the cramps. Andrea just held me down and murmured, “Good boy. You did a good job. It’s all inside you now.”
After a spell, she released me and let me stand up. As I gingerly straightened my hips, I saw the thick black rubber base protruding between my buttocks in the mirror behind me. Like a nurse supporting a feeble patient, she held my hand and helped me lie back on the table, putting my feet up in stirrups.
I let my head rest on the soft leather and tried to relax. My breathing was still fast and tears were still rolling down my face, but I could sense that my body was slowly getting used to being this filled.
Andrea placed three white plastic cock cages on the counter next to us, identical except for their sizes. She picked up the medium sized cage and began disassembling it.
“You know, she could have chosen a rigid metal cage for you. This soft plastic has some give to it. Your dominant must have a bit of a soft spot for you,” she teased me as she brought the device between my legs.
My dick was limp. All my attention was still on my well-stretched rectum. She slid my limp cock and balls through the ring, pressing it up against my pelvis. Frowning, she removed it and tried the smaller-sized ring. I thought it was too small for sure, but she carefully fed my penis through it, followed by one testicle at a time. When she finished, the ring pressed flush against my body. She repeated the process with the cock cage piece, ultimately choosing the larger size. I heard a click and looked down.
Where my cock had been just a moment before, there was now a white plastic cage in the shape of a short cylinder, lying atop my smooth, full balls.
Andrea brought a chain over with two keys on it. She twisted one key in the device to lock it. “There we go. All done, Lee!”
She moved about the room, cleaning up her supplies, while I continued to calm down. I raised my head up and looked at my naked body in the mirror. A black plug and white chastity cage hid my sexual organs.
“She wants you to wear these clothes out. Take your time. When you’re ready, the waiting room is through this door and all the way down the hall. I’ll go talk to your dominant.” Andrea set the keys on the counter. “I’ll leave these here so that you can be the one to hand them to her.” She gave me a smile and a wink, and then she was gone.
I laid there for a little while longer, tripping on the surrealism. Ultimately, I started to feel a little cold, so I took my legs down out of the stirrups and sat up to give myself a hug and warm up my arms. I looked at the little bundle of clothes Andrea had left me. They were all white: pants, a shirt, some satiny bikini-style panties, and sandals. I slid the panties on, appreciating the slippery fabric against my bare cheeks while wishing I could feel them against my cock as well. The pants were made of linen. They were loose in the legs but gripped my backside tightly. The silken shirt had three-quarter sleeves. It was extremely comfortable but reminded me of a woman’s blouse. I checked myself out in the mirror, momentarily fretting about the visible outline of the plug against the seat of the pants before deciding I had bigger things to worry about. I felt dazed and beaten from the combined effects of the liquored enema, the massage, the waxing, the caging, and the anal stretching.
I teetered over to the door, feeling my poor asshole straining to contain the plug with every step, before I realized I had forgotten something. I retrieved the chain with the two keys from the counter and left the room.
I found Andrea talking to Vik when I entered the waiting area. Vik was holding a plastic bag that appeared to contain the clothes I had come in wearing. Andrea was talking animatedly, “A natural! I’m telling you, I see a lot of submissives, but that boy was made for the collar! A little rough around the edges, sure, but that just needs training—Oh look who’s here!”
Vik had been smiling and looking at the floor, while clutching the little bag of clothes and listening to Andrea gush. Now she looked up at me. Her eyes lit up as she scanned me head to toe. Then she stared into my eyes and I was drawn to her by an invisible tractor beam.
“Lee! You look great! How was the –” I crashed into her, pulling her into my arms. I hooked my chin over her shoulder and buried my face in her hair. Vik hugged me back and I growled with the overwhelming feeling of happiness at being back in her arms. I couldn’t see Andrea, but I heard her say, “Awww, so romantic. It was a pleasure serving you today. I’ll say goodbye now. Good luck, you two!”
We didn’t move. “Thank you, Andrea,” Viktoria said politely as she continued rocking me back and forth in her arms, lightly running her fingers through my hair. I was surprised by how much I needed to hold her in the moment. I didn’t cry, but my emotions were up and as I breathed in Vik’s shampoo I felt like I might break down at any minute.
She held me until I finally pulled back. We looked at each other as if meeting for the first time, as if we were rediscovering each other. No words were spoken. I looked into her beautiful eyes and wanted her so much it scared me. She held my gaze and smiled gently. The smile spread to my face, then hers intensified, and mine enlarged, until we were both grinning like idiots.
It was then that I felt a metallic weight in my hand. I looked down and opened my hand. “Oh here,” I mumbled, holding my palm out to her with the bunched up chain inside. She looked down at the keychain in my hand and gulped. She looked back at me and I could see from the water in her eyes that this meant a lot to her. She reached down and tentatively pinched the chain between two fingers but left it there, looking back to me as if for permission. I wanted her to take it. “Please,” I said, “I belong to you.” She was beaming and tears fell from her eyes as she took the chain and brought it over her head. She fingered the chain as the keys dropped into her cleavage. When she looked back up at me, her eyes were ablaze with lust.
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Her hand shot out, hooking behind my neck and drawing me to her. Our lips crashed together. Her tongue penetrated me and I sucked on it hard. I could’ve stayed there making out for hours, but she took my hand and started for the exit.
“Oooh!” I cried as the thick hunk of rubber up my ass announced itself from between the muscles that tried to follow Vik’s hurried pace.
Viktoria spun back around, fixing me with a worried look. “What?!” She took in my strained expression and bowlegged gait. “Oh! Ohhhhhhh.” Vik lit up and giggled with delight. “Oh baby! We can take it slow. C’mon, you set the pace.” She took my hand with a smile on her face, wrapped her other arm around my waist, and shepherded me back to the car.
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