Continued from… A.S.S. Training (1a)
I tried to push the thought away, but I did not succeed. I hated the thought. I did not want to think it. But at the same time I wanted Him to stop. By then I was crying – because of the hurt and because I wanted it to stop. I was so tired, so very tired! I knew I could handle it. I tried to push the thoughts away, to totally give myself to Him. The thoughts in my head was a mess. Go on! Stop! Go on! No, please stop.
He was relentless. The flogger only stopped touching my ass when HE decided it was enough. He demanded that I thank Him for the flogging.
Again He inspected my asshole by pulling my ass cheeks apart. This time I also felt something cold. Lubricant!
“You know what that is for, right?” He asked.
“No,” I said, feeling rebellious.
“Think about it for a while,” He said and left the room.
When He came back the flogger kissed my ass again. Hard kisses. Kisses that left my ass red.
My tears were gone by then. I was not fighting Him – or rather fighting the time – as much as I did before He left the room. I felt His finger pressing against my asshole. Slowly He pushed it into me. Another finger followed soon. In and out He moved and even though the tiredness was still almost all I could think of, I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I had the feeling that He slipped another finger into me, but I was not sure. I felt my ass being stretched and it felt good. I just love having something in my ass.
“How many fingers do you have in my ass?” I dared to ask.
“Enough,” He answered.
“That’s what I said.”
“May I touch my pussy?” I asked.
“May I orgasm?” I asked again.
It took a while before He granted me permission for this. The feeling of being filled was wonderful. I even spread my legs more to give Him the room to enter me. My moaning told Him exactly when my orgasm arrived. He pushed in harder, but I fought him. The four fingers were enough. I knew I could not handle more.
He resumed the flogging. I started to fight Him and time again. After the orgasm I was even more tired than before. I wanted to go to sleep. But I knew that I could not. Not until He said so. I fought hard. Tears streamed again. And then, as the flogger still landed on my ass, I just let Him have his way. It hurt, but I did not move. I just waited for the next blow. I turned away and fought against the ropes when He tried to push a finger into my ass again. I was not ready for that. By now I was sobbing, disappointed with myself because I could not just let go and feeling very tired.
He lay down next to me and demanded that I looked at Him. I did not want to, because I was crying. He asked it a second time and the tone in His voice warned me not to go against it. He told me how He loved to look at my tears, how it turned Him on. His hand found my clitoris and started to stimulate it. I was still crying. I pushed Him away. He forcefully spread my legs. Rubbing my clitoris. I fought and closed my legs.
“Open your legs,” He hissed and I did. Only to close them again when the feeling of His fingers on my clitoris got too much.
“Keep your legs spread,” He demanded, “and just let go. You may cum. Just surrender to the feeling.”
It still took quite a while – me fighting, Him telling me to keep my legs spread – before another orgasm ripped through my body.
“Now, shall I fuck you or just let you go to sleep,” He asked.
“What you want,” I answered.
Instantly He mounted me. He fucked me for quite some time, but I was so wet inside that He could not get a good ‘grip’ on the inside of my pussy.
It was as if a candle was snuffed. He saw this. I was so tired, I felt as if I was going to fall asleep while He was fucking me.
“You are too tired to continue,” He said. He lay down next to me and pulled me in His arms to comfort me. This made me feel less disappointed in myself. Still I fell asleep with a feeling that I have not lived up to His expectations. I did not like this feeling… not one bit!
To be continued… A.S.S. Training (2)
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