A Sweet Reward

It is again Friday, one week after my failure to pass my mouth fucking test. The wounds left by the belt buckle are now fully healed, the only evidence of their existence are purple trails. My Master returns home, near midnight. This morning he instructed me that tonight he wanted to fill both my holes. He said no more. No expectations, no time limit. He simply ordered me to wear something red. I had no expectations myself, it was something that I had never done. Sure, he used my mouth, cunt and ass in all the ways he possibly could, with his own cock, his fingers and with toys, but such a task was never demanded, let alone had I any practice.

I wore my red lace bra and panties and waited for him to come to bed. On hearing him approach I get to my knees, take off my red panties and bend over on the bed, with my ass up in the air and my face turned sideways on the mattress. I wait feverishly. I hear his belt being undone, I hear a draw open. Then I feel his hands on my ass cheeks, then something cold against my tight hole. Its large rubber head presses against it, and I take a deep breath in anticipation. The head is always the most painful part. He eases it in until I start to feel the ribbed edges against my hole. I believe that it is almost halfway in, when he starts pumping it into me, and then I feel a familiar touch on the opening of my cunt. The head of his cock enters me, then he thrusts the entire 8 inches of his being in with one movement. Momentarily, he shoves the rest of the rubber 8 inch shaft into my ass.

Then he begins thrusting his own cock into my cunt, while pumping the artificial tool into my ass. I have never felt this intense pressure on my lower abdomen before. With each pump, synchronised, I feel the urge to pull away within seconds as the 16 inches fill me up over and over again. I feel as though my small framed 5 foot body been stretched beyond capacity.

I want to scream and lunge forward, ending the act. I look up and catch a glimpse of my Master's reflection in the mirror as he concentrates on fucking me. His eyes are narrowed and the look of pleasure is unmistakable. His intense groans, increasing with each thrust tells of his new found pleasure.

I decide that I am going to let him enjoy. I take each painful stroke willingly, accommodating. Its feels like a painful eternity. My holes are so filled that not even an orgasm can escape. But I make little cries of pleasure, to cheer him on. Finally I turn my face to look at him, and our eyes lock, I bite my lip to show him that I am enjoying it. This sends him crazy, he lets out one loud groan and pulls his cock out. I feel hot cum shooting on my back, followed by the rubber shaft exiting. He then plops down on the bed and in between laboured breathing, he utters, "Excellent."

The next day, I am playful. Last night's events pleased my Master, and more importantly, I feel satisfied knowing that I let him have me and I brought him so much gratification. I feel I have already been rewarded, but my Master had something else in mind.

That night, as I lay in bed on my side, he enters and lies behind me. He pulls my body towards him and presses it into his. In that moment, I remember that his 6'1 frame is large, strong, powerful, and he could easily destroy me if he wanted to. He embraces me, consuming me, I rest my head on his chest and he places his large rugged hands on my breasts and stomach.

He then whispers in my ear, while he slides his fingers into my dripping cunt. 'You have been good. Now cum for me, my delicious slut." I feel like I want to burst. His fingers work into me, sliding in and out of my cunt, while one massages my clit. His expert touch tells that he has mastered my body and soon I want to erupt. As I open my mouth in anticipation to utter the words, my cum phrase, he withdraws his hand. He says, "Not yet." He waits a couple seconds, and I feel my pussy clenching as it has been denied its ultimate goal. He then starts again, doing the same motion, this time it feels like I want to black out from the pleasure. As my body heaves and I draw closer again, he withdraws. I want to scream as I begin writhing, my body begging for its sexual release. Finally, he enters me for the third time, and this time, the third time, he allows me to cum, in one earth shattering hip thrusting ecstasy. I scream out my cum phrase and grind against his body, thrusting the walls of my cunt against his fingers.

I lie there, sweaty, spent and I see stars whether I open or close my eyes. With my back still to him, he utters, "Now don't forget your Master." I smile in my sweet weakness, as he sits up to kneel in front of me. He positions me so that my legs are spread apart and elevated, ready to wrap around his waist. I look at him, my eyes fall on his hard cock. I notice the trickle of pre cum on its large head, and it reminds me that he is beyond ready to gain his own pleasure, but has delayed in order to reward me. I am so overwhelmed, perhaps my face tells, as he grabs my hips and begins entering me, slowly at first and then with increasing strokes he again shatters my being, as I climb to another orgasm. I feel him shoot his hot load into me and then he shifts back on the bed, to lie behind me once more. My body is limp, but every nerve in my body is shot to life when he whispers again in my ear. Those words that I only heard once before privately on our wedding day. "You are my most cherished possession, I will do anything to keep you."