Tex (Burnout) (27 page)

"Nothing. Sir. It's just that, you don't usually answer questions."

"Well, some questions are okay, and other's aren't. I get that it's hard to know which ones are which. You know I don't like telling you what we'll be doing. That's what the checklist is for. So I know ahead of time what you are and aren't interested in. What's the best part of our sessions together, pet?" She grinned up at him. He rolled his eyes. "Aside from your cunt's insatiable need for orgasms."

She considered this. "The not knowing," she finally told him.

"Exactly, pet. It's normal to want to know. But it heightens everything when you don't. You just have to master yourself and refrain from asking. You'll find out when I let you find out. This is a demanding type of relationship, pet. It requires understanding, communication, and creativity on a level that other relationships never even sort of approach. It's relatively easy to keep a Dom happy. Not so easy keeping a sub feeling fulfilled.

“On some level they do really want to please their Doms, they wouldn't be a sub otherwise. But they have thoughts and feelings and desires and needs like any other person. They sometimes won't tell their Doms about them, maybe they don't think it's their place to ask for anything. Or they're afraid they won't get it. Very few subs are happy just serving. If they are they're usually slaves. I don't want a slave," he announced. "I want a pet who obeys only when she’s wearing my collar."

She'd finished her omelet and he stood up, carrying the dishes to the sink. "Stay, pet." He left. Abby had no idea what was coming next, but she was relieved to think she wouldn't always be eating on the floor. She understood, in a general way, that this weekend was extreme, even for Mark, but she had no real idea of how a relationship like this worked long-term. What if she came home one night and just didn't want to have 'a session' as he'd called them? How pissed would he get? How many times could she say no before he dumped her for someone who would do what he asked?

Up until now it had all been just kinky play. What will he ask me to do? Will I do it? How much will I like it? Now her head swirled with questions. How many pets had he had? How long would he keep her if she chose to stay? How could she ever look someone else in the eye and ask, ‘Would you put ginger root on my clit and fuck me?’ Could she even do that? What if the guy freaked out? What if he told a bunch of people she was crazy?
Was
she crazy?

She didn't think so, but in the last 24 hours she'd been given an enema, been bathed by a man, fucked on a table while under the clearly aphrodisiac properties of a fucking vegetable, licked up cum, and was chained to a bed to sleep. Obviously she was crazy.

Why did all of this seem okay when she was horny and not so much when she wasn't? This seemed like a lot of trouble to go through just to get some anal sex. She sighed. It wasn't really about anal sex was it? It was about why she didn't want it in the first place, or said she didn’t when she was secretly jilling off in the bathroom while toys were shoved up her ass. Fuck. She didn't want to look at that too hard. It had been so much easier to blame every guy she'd ever dated as being boring. Except she was the boring one, wasn't she?

Occasional blowjobs, no swallowing. No anal ever. No pussy eating. To be fair she didn't really have a no-pussy-eating rule, but now in light of everything, she probably didn't get it a lot because she wasn't all that jazzed about swallowing jizz. It was a give and take, just like Mark said, even if she was the sub and he was the Dom. They were both giving a lot. Well, he was. She was holding back.

She was startled out of her thoughts by Mark's return. "If you think about whatever it is you're thinking about any harder," he told her, "you'll have an aneurysm."

She smiled ruefully and was secretly thankful that he hadn't asked what she was thinking.

He had an armful of objects and he put them on the table. From her knelt position she saw some chains, her ball gag, and a velvet bag. "Stand up and come here," he told her. She did and he positioned her so her upper thighs were against the edge of the table. He attached a snap hook to both the rings on her wrists and the other end to the two chains. they snaked out in a V across the table and draped over the side. Mark bent down under the table and tugged the chain, she sprawled out forward on her belly. He attached one chain to each ankle cuff. She was stretched taut and couldn't move. Her breasts pressed against the table, but not painfully. Nothing was hurting, just a little unfamiliar.

She tested the chain, pulling on it. It tightened and pulled at her feet, almost causing her to lose her balance.
Better not fight the chain
, she thought. "Open," Mark demanded and when she opened her mouth he slipped the ball gag in. He fastened it behind her neck deftly.

"Pet, this next part will be challenging," he told her. "It will hurt. Nothing unbearable. But we're gonna stretch that little hole out today for your assfucking tomorrow." She sucked in a deep breath. "I don't want you to worry about that part. I promise you, you will love your assfucking. I know you don't believe me now. I know you think I'm gonna ream you, but I'm not. I told you I want to use your ass the same as your pussy, but that's not right now. After some training, we'll be able to do that. That's not something that happens in a weekend. Just relax and concentrate on following my instructions."

He tugged a little on the small glass plug she was wearing. "Push this out," he commanded.

She took a deep breath and pushed. She felt it plop out. Unlike the last time that happened, Mark caught it in his hand.

She heard the faucet running behind her for several minutes then Mark came back to the table, set a bowl of water down, and opened the velvet bag. She couldn't see what was in it. He moved in front of her and showed her a shiny metal plug with a hole in the end. He threaded two fingers through the hole and held it up. Abby thought it looked like a stainless steel Ace of Spades. She shivered.

"I know this looks pretty scary, pet. But it is not. It is the most comfortable plug available. Once it gets past your sphincter, it won't hurt. It'll just make you feel full. Ready, pet?"

She nodded and he stroked her cheek. "Good girl." He placed the metal plug in the bowl and walked back around to the other side of the table. Something else came out of the bag that she could not see and she felt Mark's hands rubbing her ass then sliding down to her pussy. She moaned at his touch and spread her legs further for him.

"Greedy fucking cunt," he teased, slapping her slit. She jumped and squealed, but the sensation had been oddly pleasant. "Oh, you like that?" he asked. He slapped her again. She made another high pitched noise in her throat. "Interesting. We'll have to explore that sometime."

He inserted two fingers in her and spread her wide. Then she felt a nudging and relaxed to accept whatever it was into her. She pushed back against it. "Good girl," Mark praised her. "Want that cunt full, don't you pet?" She found herself nodding enthusiastically. He pushed and something large slid inside her. It took a second to adjust. He patted her ass and came around in front of her. "Now. If at any time you panic, or something hurts beyond normal, or can't handle what's happening, you knock on the table twice. Got it?"

She nodded.

"You don't have your ball because this," he handed her a small object that looked like a car alarm, "is your reward for being such a good little pet this morning. Push the button." She did and the thing inside her vagina jumped to life. "It has ten different settings. You can experiment with all of them if you like." He moved out of her view and she heard the water sloshing in the bowl.

She braced herself for what was to come. Mark rubbed lube on her rear hole and she took a slow, steadying breath.

"Pet, I want you to push back on this, like you're pushing it out of you. It'll open up your sphincter and it'll slide in. It will hurt a little while the largest part stretches you. I won't lie about that. But you can take it. It's not a lot bigger than your glass one."

He slid his finger inside her and moved it around. She punched the button on the car alarm. The stimulation up front helped with the stimulation in the rear. She felt a heat at her puckered entrance. Not a strong heat. Not burning, just warm. The plug was warmed up and Mark slowly started to slide it in.

She pushed. She tried. But she fought the plug, straining against the chains and squeezing the car alarm so hard she might crack it at any moment. Mark was slow, but relentless in his invasion. "There is nothing you can do about this, pet. This is my choice and it will happen. Just relax and accept it. That's all you can do. If you fight it, it will only hurt more."

Tears sprang to her eyes as the widest part of the plug stretched her wide. She bit down on the gag. Just when she thought she might actually be ripped apart, the plug was seated and her entrance closed up around the narrower base. Mark gave the ring on the end a few tugs.

He rubbed her back and ass. "That's a good girl. Just accept it. It's not your choice."

She finally relaxed and he stepped away. When he came back he set a kitchen timer down in front of her. "Now, we're going to play a game," he told her. She glared at him. He gave her a raised eyebrow and she had the good sense to look contrite.

"I'm going to set this timer for one hour. If you can come five times or more with that egg inside your cunt and that plug inside your ass, I will give you a very special present. And I promise you it is a present you will like. Understand?"

She nodded. A present? So far his presents had been things that she eventually liked, but not always right away. What would it be? She didn't care. Mostly. If she had to be stuffed this full of toys, she might as well enjoy every moment of it. She pressed the button and Mark set the timer.

"Don't test me," he warned, "Or try to fake an orgasm to get my gift. I’ll be able to tell when it's not real, especially with you, pet. This anal plug is considerably bigger than the others, it won’t pop out when you come." He walked out of her line of sight.

Abby concentrated on the setting of the thing he'd called an egg. She started randomly pressing the buttons. Some were too high and were actually uncomfortable and a few were so low she could barely feel them. The vibration of the toy also vibrated the plug and together her entire pelvis was humming.

She closed her eyes and let herself go to the sensations. Forty minutes later she was only up to three. Mark came up behind her and leaned down. "Are you humping the table edge, pet?" She blushed and leaned her head away from him. "You are, aren't you? Horny little bitch. Must not be just your cunt that's greedy. That fucking clit of yours is a demanding little thing, isn't it?" He slid his hand between Abby and the table. "Where is she?” Mark whispered in her ear. “Where's that pink princess? Come out and play, itty bitty clitty." He spread her hood with his first and third finger, pressing his middle finger directly onto her nub. She squealed. "There she is." He pinched it lightly. Abby shuddered into her fourth orgasm.

She was drenched in sweat, hair plastered to her face. She'd long ago lost track of the timer or anything else. Mark pulled the egg out of her and she only groaned when he slid his cock in its place. He took hold of the anal plug, twisting it and nudging it back and forth in time with his thrusts. "Come on, pet. Just one more. Can you come on my cock? Come for me, pet. You're so fucking tight with that plug in your ass. I know you're feeling how big my cock is right now."

Abby tried, but she couldn't go over the edge one final time. She felt every pulse of Mark's orgasm though. And she clamped down, despite the massive intrusion, trying to hold him in.

As she rested her cheek on the cool kitchen table, the timer dinged.

"Poor pet. Didn't make it to five." He unbuckled the ball gag and took it off. He smoothed her matted hair out of her face. "It was a nice try, though," he told her. He took the car alarm out of her hand. She'd been unaware she was even still holding it. Then he unsnapped the chains at her wrists. They slid off the table and landed on the floor with a thump. He bent down and unchained her ankles. He lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.

He laid her down in the empty tub and removed all the cuffs and the collar. He ran a hot bath for her. He ordered her to lean back, wet her hair, and he washed it for her. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He bathed her by hand, rinsed her, and toweled her dry. He fastened the ankle cuffs, the wrist cuffs and finally the collar and carried her to the bedroom.

CHAPTER TWENTY

He laid her down gently and she settled into the mattress. It wasn't until she felt his weight next to her and his hands rolling her to her side that her eyes fluttered open. She felt the tug of the plug. "Push out," he told her. She did and squealed as the widest part of the plug moved past her muscle ring. He quickly pushed something else against her and she tried to move away. "No!" she cried. "No more! I can't! Stop!"

"Hush," he told her, holding her down on her stomach, placing his large hand on her back, and pushing the next plug inside her. This was one bigger impossibly bigger and Abby cried out.

"I hate this! I hate you!" she yelled once it was fully inside her.

"No, you don't," Mark told her, pulling her into his arms. "You're exhausted and you're angry with me. You don't hate me."