Domme By Default

Chapter 6 him

Holy crap it felt great! I was nervous at first, my eyes bugged when I looked at the webpage she'd pulled up.

I could only guess what was in the bag.

I didn't peek. Mistress ordered me not to look, so I didn't.

The hard part was not coming. Fuck! It was uncomfortable at first, an alien feeling but as I relaxed ... holy crap!

I've never been so hard in my life.

I could not believe she was going along with this.

And I desperately loved her for it.

I didn't dare touch my cock. I knew if I did I'd be fisting myself and there's no way I wouldn't come.

I didn't want to disappoint Mistress.

My Mistress.

I knew this couldn't be easy for her, but ... dammit. I've never been so fucking turned on in my life as I was laying there working the small butt plug up inside me. I wanted to walk out to the living room and drop to my knees in front of her.

But those weren't my orders.

After a few minutes I was brave enough to try the medium one.

Wow!

I squirmed on the bed, trying to obey Mistress. Jesus I wanted to stroke my cock. The only thing that could make this better...

I froze as the website I'd been looking at before she returned home flashed through my mind. Would she go for it?

My dick throbbed at the thought.

Visible proof that I was owned. I wanted it so bad. What did that say about me?

I didn't want a cheap-assed pet store collar. I wanted a real one, thick and lockable, something marking me as hers.

I tried to wipe this vision from my stupid head because it wasn't helping me obey my Mistress. It only made me hornier.

I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to finish working the medium butt plug in.

Mistake.

I froze on the bed, willing my cock to soften. I hadn't counted on how it would feel rubbing against the bed.

I finally got the plug all the way in and rolled over again.

My cock stood straight up in the air. I hadn't spent this much time hard since high school.

I had to take several breaks, holding myself perfectly still because it felt like I could come if I thought hard about it.

That was the longest—and possibly best—thirty minutes of my life. As I finally and reluctantly removed the butt plug and took everything into our bathroom to clean up, I allowed myself another fantasy, imagining what it would feel like to have her fucking my ass not with a tame butt plug, but with a large strap-on.

Would I ever be brave enough to ask her?