Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“You can let go now,” Mike said gently, and I heard warmth in his voice. “Good girl. Such a good girl for your first time.”
My hands flew forward, and I had to catch myself on my palms to keep from collapsing completely. My whole body was trembling—from exertion, from fear, from the desperate unsatisfied need still throbbing between my legs.
Mike’s hand came to rest on top of my head, stroking my hair with surprising tenderness. “That was perfect, Laura.”
I expected him to help me up, to tell me to get dressed, to let me retreat to the bathroom and try to process what had just happened. Instead, his hand stilled on my hair, and his voice took on that instructional tone again—the one that made my cheeks burn with humiliation even as behind the horrible seal my pussy flared with equal heat.
“You’ve earned another orgasm, sweetheart,” he said, and to my distress I clenched hard at the words. “But I’m going to use it to train you in a new, special way. Something that will prepare you for our next date.”
My stomach flipped. What did that mean? What else could he possibly want to do to me tonight?
I heard him pull out his phone, and then the sound of him tapping on the screen. A moment later, I heard a soft mechanical whir from across the room. I turned my head to see a cabinet I’d never noticed before—built seamlessly into the wall—sliding open.
“The sponsor’s cabinet,” Mike said, standing and walking over to it. “Every SA apartment has one. It’s stocked with… let’s call them educational items.”
I watched from my kneeling position as he reached into the cabinet and pulled out three objects. My breath caught when I realized what they were.
Butt plugs. Three of them, arranged in ascending sizes. The smallest was maybe the width of my thumb. The middle one was significantly thicker. And the largest…
Oh, god. The largest one was huge. Thick and tapered and absolutely terrifying.
Mike returned to his chair, setting the three plugs on the dining table where we’d eaten dinner what felt like a lifetime ago. He gestured for me to come closer.
“Come here,” he said. “Look at them.”
I shuffled forward on my knees, my panties still restricting my movement, my face flaming with fresh mortification. When I reached the table, I stared at the three silicone implements with mounting dread.
“When you can take the biggest one,” Mike said, his voice matter-of-fact, “it will be time for me to fuck your ass.”
The crude words made me gasp, and I felt my sealed pussy clench again—so hard it almost hurt. My hands flew between my legs involuntarily, pressing against the seal.
“And once I’ve taken your bottom properly,” he continued, reaching out to stroke my hair, “I’ll unseal your pussy and take your virginity.”
My mind reeled. He was going to… he was going to take me there first? Before he deflowered me the… the ‘traditional’ way? The thought should have been purely horrifying, but instead I felt a rush of shameful heat so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“I can see how much that excites you,” Mike observed, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You’re starting to learn what you really need, even if it’s just on the purely bodily level. Your mind will catch up.”
He picked up the smallest plug and a tube of lubricant from the table. “Tonight, you’re going to learn how I want you to insert your plug when I tell you it’s time for anal training. Take these and bring them into your bedroom. Put them on the bed. Then take off your underwear. Stand at the end of the bed, and bend over with your knees spread. You’re going to lube your asshole while I clean up dinner.”
I stared at the plug and the lube in his outstretched hands, my mind fracturing into a thousand contradictory impulses. Part of me wanted to stand up, to tell him I didn’t care about the money or the consequences, that he could take his ten thousand dollars and shove it up his own ass. The words were right there on my tongue—I’m not doing this. You can’t make me. Spank me, whip me, I don’t care.
But another voice whispered through the rebellion, not logical but somehow beyond logic. You can’t take another punishment. Not tonight. Your bottom is already on fire. You’ve already been broken down and remade once today. You can’t survive it again.
Then, worse but somehow also better, You belong to him now. You have to do whatever he tells you. You don’t have a choice.
While my mind warred with itself, my body made the decision for me. My hands reached out and took the plug and the lube from Mike’s grasp. I watched my limbs move as if they belonged to someone else, as if I were floating somewhere above my own body, observing this girl who was about to do something so degrading she couldn’t even think about it directly.