2 comments/ 93939 views/ 38 favorites His Slave's Ass By: ladysub I began preparations for His arrival hours before I expected Him. In the morning, I straightened my already neat house, dusting the shelves, polishing the glass and wood. Making sure everything was tidy and clean. After my living space met my approval, I filled the whirlpool tub in the bathroom adjoining my bedroom with steaming hot water, pouring oil in His favorite scent into the water. I pinned my long, auburn hair atop my head and eased into the water, wincing a little as the heat enveloped me. As my body adjusted to the heat, I turned on the powerful jets and relaxed as the water surged against me. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the fragrance of the oil in the bath, one my Master had gifted me with on some occasion. Luxuriating in the bath, I let my thighs relax and fall apart, and one of the whirlpool jets drummed water across my mound with enough pressure to arouse me, but not enough to bring me, no matter how long I sat there. As the water cooled, I sat up, turned the jets off, and shaved my legs, underarms and labia smooth. Draining the water from the tub, I stepped into the shower stall and turned on a nice, hot spray. I unpinned my hair and let it fall down my back. I washed my hair thoroughly and, using a shower gel with more of my Master's favorite rose scent, I carefully washed my body. When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped my hair in one soft towel, and wrapped another around my body. As I dried myself, I could see my image in the full length mirror that stood opposite me. My eyes took in the view of my body, my Master's property. I studied for a moment the girl who looked back at me from the silvered glass. The soft white towel crowning her attractive face, the hazel eyes and full mouth. Slender arms, delicate looking hands sweeping the towel along her shapely legs. Full, firm breasts tipped with big pink areola and nipples. Softly rounded belly, slim waist flaring gently into curving hips and bottom. I watched myself move gracefully across the room where I hung up my towel and bent for a moment, rubbing some of the water from my hair, before I hung that towel, too, and moved into my bedroom I pulled a brush through my hair and left it to air dry in natural waves around my shoulders and down my back. I looked around my room, the cream and shades of blue soothing to the eye, and entered the walk-in closet to gather the things my Master had requested of me. I removed from my shelves and drawers a vibrator, a small anal plug, a bottle of lube, silk ties, a soft, satiny blindfold, a silk scarf with a knot tied in the middle that He used as a cleave gag, a spreader bar, handcuffs and ankle cuffs, a paddle, a belt and a pair of nipple clamps. All of these things I arranged on the long, low table that sat against the wall not too far from my bed. I went downstairs, filled a small bowl full of ice cubes, and added it to the collection. Then I went back to the bathroom, rubbed my entire body with lotion, and applied subtle make up to enhance my appearance. I went back downstairs and saw that the time for His arrival was only 15 minutes away. I poured Master a glass of wine, set it on the end table next to His favorite chair, and removed from the drawer of the table a large velvet jewelers box. Carefully I opened the box and looked at the collar my Master had given to me when I agreed to be His slave. It was soft, supple black leather, an inch and a half high. It had delicate silver buckles at the back of it, and a polished stainless steel ring on each side and one at the front. Always my Master preferred to place my collar Himself. I had a narrower, velvet collar that I wore when He was not with me, and this I removed and also set on the table next to His chair. Checking the clock again, I knelt in front of His chair with my thighs spread far apart, held the leather collar, still in the jeweler's box, in front of me in my hands, lowered my eyes to the ground and waited. Five minutes later I heard my Master enter the house. Through the noises He made, I could track Him through the house, taking His jacket off and hanging it up, urinating and washing His hands in the downstairs bathroom, taking a drink of water from the kitchen faucet. Finally He entered the study where I was and I could feel the minute His eyes lit upon me. He settled Himself in His chair and looked at me, kneeling before Him, eyes respectfully downcast, collar offered freely to Him, and I am sure that He smiled in His pleasure. I felt Him take the collar from the box and fasten it about my throat. He then took the box from my hands and set it aside. I heard Him remove something from His pocket and when He snapped it onto the ring at the front of my collar, I knew it was the leash that matched my collar. "Stand, pet," He said quietly, "inspection." I rose silently from my knees and stood in front of Him, hands clasped behind my head, feet well more than shoulder's width apart, eyes still cast down. He stood, letting the leash dangle down between my breasts, and I felt His touch, gentle, skim down my right arm, across my under arm and over my breast, where He stopped to pinch and tease the nipple until it hardened. Crossing behind me, He caressed my left side as well, checking to see that I was clean and smooth for Him, then teasing my nipple into a stiff peak. He circled around in front of me, visually examining me, sometimes so close I could feel the warmth of His breath. His finger tips brushed across my belly, down over my mons, separating the lips of my vulva, feeling the smooth skin there, checking to make sure I had missed nothing. He let His fingers trail across my hip as He walked behind me again, and slightly separated my bottom cheeks, stroking between them with His hand, caressing me and once again checking my hygiene and preparation for Him. "Down." the command came quietly, and I dropped lightly to my hands and knees. Master picked up the end of my leash and led me across the room, over the cold ceramic tile of the kitchen floor, and up the thickly carpeted stairs to my bedroom. As we passed through my bedroom on the way to the adjoining bath, Master picked up the bottle of lube from my table. He approached the tub and shower, and when He stopped, so did I. He dropped the end of the leash to the floor. "Pet," He spoke quietly as He moved a chair from my vanity over to where I was, "I've brought something for you." He set in my range of view a long, fairly flat box that I had scarcely noticed before now and unclipped the leash from my slave's collar. At His motion, I lifted the lid from the box to reveal a red, hot water bottle style enema bag with a long hose coiled around the outer edge of the box and two nozzles, one slender and slightly flared, the other thicker, like a small dildo, with a base that looked rather like the one on the butt plug; flared wide, narrow, then flared again. He gave me a moment to absorb this "gift" before He spoke again. "I know that you have been roughly used in the past, my little slave, and I know how you feel about having your bottom taken. I also know that I have been very gentle and patient with you. I also know that I have been patient for long enough." My heart pounding heavily in my chest, I felt His words sink in to me. Before I became His slave, He had respected my limits on ass play. When I accepted His collar, however, I agreed to serve Him in whatever ways He may require of me. I knew this time was coming, I had just been hoping it would be longer in coming. "Present!" From the moment I saw the enema bag, I had known this command was coming. The order to present the most private parts of myself to Him... His view... His touch... I crossed my arms on the floor in front of me and rested my forehead on them. Then I spread my knees far apart on the floor and arched my back, raising my hips slightly. I heard Him run water into the enema bag, how full I had no idea. I felt Him rub lube around my anus, then pressing His finger gently into it, turning and twisting His hand, greasing my bottom for the nozzle. "For the first enema, slut," He spoke quietly, standing over me, the enema bag hanging from a towel rod "I have put about one quart of warm water in the bag with some soap. You will need at least one more to rinse the soap from your bowels, and they will, in time, get bigger. Relax now, pet, or I will have to punish you, and it is early in the evening to have to begin punishments already." At His admonishment, I realized that I had clenched my bottom in anticipation of what was to come. Breathing slowly, I made a conscious effort to relax, and felt Him stroke my bottom cheeks with His hand, pleased that I was obeying Him. I felt Him press the tip of the nozzle - the slender one - into my anus. He slid it into me until the wider part where it connected with the hose pressed against my opening. Holding the tube in with one hand, I heard Him release the clip on the hose with the other, and I felt the warm water begin to flow into me. Slowly, He let the water drain into me. It wasn't too uncomfortable at first. As I took more water, the soap suds began to irritate me, and I began to whimper quietly. "What is it, pet? You may speak." Master spoke quietly, soothingly. "Master please, this is so new... I don't feel like I can take any more water, Sir. It makes my bottom itch and my belly cramp. Please, Master, please stop. I know I will do better next time." "Stop? Pet, you've barely taken half the bag. It's the soap in the water causing the irritation, slut, and I know you can take the rest of the quart. In my experience, on quart is not a lot, and you should be grateful I am starting you off so slowly. Now, no more of that." While He was speaking, Master reached under me and rubbed my cramping belly with His hand. It seemed to help ease the cramping, and I closed my mouth and was quiet. When the cramping returned, I remained quiet, suffering for my Master in silence. Throughout the process, it was all I could do to keep my hips still as the Ivory made my tender tissues itch horribly. Finally I felt the water stop flowing. I heard Him click shut the valve on the hose, and He removed the nozzle. I made no move to rise, as He had not given me permission. I heard Him rinse out the enema bag, and fill it with clear, fresh warm water. He came quietly to me, helped me up, and guided me to the commode where He held my elbow gently while I lowered myself to the seat, then He held my hand and quietly urged me to relax. As the soapy water and excrement seemingly poured from my body, I heard Him quietly in my ear. "Don't strain against it, pet. Don't try to push it out. Hold each wave inside of you until the need to evacuate is overwhelming, then relax." He rubbed the small of my back as I did exactly as He instructed. When I had released all of the water He had poured into me, I felt kind of empty, cleansed, a little weak, but still itchy from the soap. I wiped myself clean, rose and flushed. Master led me by the leash back to the towel rod and the enema bag and the command came again. "Present!" I again lowered myself to the floor, head down, back arched, knees parted. I felt Him again lube my ass and push the nozzle into me. It seemed like He let the water run a little faster this time, and the cramping was not as bad. Again I released the enema, and again He ordered me back to the floor for a second rinse. After releasing the third enema, Master drew me a shallow warm bath and had me kneel for Him while He washed me. After I was dry, Master again clipped the leash to my collar and led me, on hands and knees, to my bedroom where He guided me onto the bed and released me from the leash again. "Lie on your back, pet, and present." Following His instructions, I stretched out in the middle of the bed on my back, arms up over my head, legs spread wide. I heard the ice slide around in the glass bowl as He fished out a piece of it, and I watched Him approach me and begin rubbing my right nipple with it. He smiled as my nipple hardened almost immediately to a point. He held the remainder of the ice to my lips, which I opened, and He slid the half melted piece into my mouth. I watched silently as He picked up the first nipple clamp and closed it over my chilled nipple, tightening the screw until I thought I would cry out with the pain. He treated my left nipple to the same, ice, then the clamp, again feeding me the melted ice. With both clamps on, He brought up a third ice cube and settled it onto my throbbing clit. My back arched, pulling my hips away from the freezing cold, and a soft sound of surprise passed my lips. Master had not used the ice on my clit before. He looked at me as I moved, and I forced myself to relax and ease my hips back up towards Him. The ice remained on my clit, and I could feel the trickles of cold water running over my pussy and down my ass onto the bed. As the long minutes passed, the first ice cube melted between my Master's warm fingers and my cooling clit, and He replaced it with another. Most of the way through the second piece of ice, with my clit burning from the cold and my Master watching me complacently, I looked at Him and whispered pleadingly. "Please, Master. Please remove the ice." I kept my voice soft, quiet in my anguish, wondering if I* had displeased my Master for Him to torment me like this. "Your discomfort must be great for you to speak first, my slave." He kept His voice equally quiet. "Yes, Master, it is. My clit is so cold, Master, that it burns. Please, Sir, I beg of You, please remove the ice." "What would you do to have me remove the ice, little one?" He asked gently, as the ice melted to nothing and He replaced it yet again. "Master, as Your slave, I obey Your every wish." I gasped as the newest piece of ice made contact with my freezing/burning clit. "This I know, pet. I will remove the ice from your clit, I will end this torture, and when I ask it of you, you will beg Me for My cock in your ass without hesitation." I looked into His eyes, pleading silently. He reached with His other hand, found one of the larger ice cubes and pressed it deep into my cunt. "You will beg for My cock in your ass when the time comes, or I will continue to torture your clit and pussy with ice until I have used all the ice you set out here. Then I will take your ass anyway." I closed my eyes for a moment, considering His words, and opened them again. "It will be as You say, Master." "In what way, my pet?" "Please, Master, take the ice away from my clit and when the time comes, I..." I paused, having to force the words out, "I will beg for Your cock in my ass." Almost immediately, He removed the ice, then He leaned down and pressed His mouth over my clit. I gasped audibly as the heat of His mouth surrounded my frozen clit. After a moment, I could feel His tongue rubbing over my clit, and I felt my juices begin to run. Master knows I love His mouth on my pussy. As I grew near orgasm, I closed my eyes and my breath came a little faster. Little sounds of pleasure escaped my lips, and my hips moved gently under His mouth. "Please, Master, please may this slut cum?" I begged His permission for the orgasm that was so close. As I spoke, He pulled His mouth away from my body. "No slut, not yet." I watched as He reached out and picked up the notebook that lay next to my bed. The accounting I kept of every rule I broke between visits. He opened it and read the short list. "I would like to keep the punishments light today, slave, as I would like to spend much time and attention on your ass. Skipping meals, up too late, these things I can be easy with today. However, you have here that you masturbated - twice - without My permission in the last week. Is this true?" "Yes, Master, it is." "How many times did you cum when you touched yourself, your body, My property, without My permission?" "Twice the first time, Master, and three the second." I cringed inside, masturbating without permission was the rule I had always had the most trouble with. "I see. For the other things, the minor things, I will spank you with the paddle thirty times. For the masturbating, there were five orgasms without permission, five smacks with the small slapper for each, that's twenty five, slut. I don't see the slapper here. Go get it. Now." I rose from the bed, quickly retrieved the awful thing from the closet, and returned to the bed. I placed the slapper on the table with the rest of the items, and as I was climbing back onto the bed He spoke again. "Hands and knees, slave. Present." I knelt on the bed, again resting my forehead on my crossed arms, opening my legs wide, and lifting my ass. "This is for the minor transgression during the week, slut. Everything except the masturbation." He took the paddle in His hand and rubbed it against the soft flesh of my ass for a moment, forcing me to concentrate on nothing but the paddle. Finally, He brought the paddle down hard the first time. SMACK!! "One, thank You Sir." I counted by habit now. CRACK!! "Two, thank You Sir." I felt the sting of the paddle in His hand, and counted almost automatically, my voice began to crack a little around the fifteenth spank. I was in tears by the twenty-first, and forcing the words out between sobs by the last one. After He returned the paddle to the table, Master allowed me a few moments to calm down and let my breathing return to normal. "On your back, slut. Present." I rolled over, my ass pressing painfully into the bed, tears still drying on my cheeks, and spread my legs wide, reaching my arms up above my head. Master motioned for me to lift my hips, and He stuffed a fat pillow under them, raising my crotch above the bed. "Slave, we have been over this time and again. Normally you are a very pleasing obedient slave. You must stop masturbating without My permission. If I must punish you for this again, you will receive ten smacks for each orgasm. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master, I understand." I said quietly, ashamed. "Good, then we will begin. You need not count these, slut, I will keep track. Spread your legs wider for Me." I spread my legs as far as I could force them. He reached down and touched His finger to my clit, rubbing it gently, then more firmly, making it sensitive, making it swell and come out of its hood. When He removed His hand, and took up the slapper, a horrid, flexible rectangular piece of plastic with a handle, I wanted to close my eyes and block out the vision of my kind Master with it in His hand, but I knew that would only anger Him further. I watched Him pull His hand back, and I watched Him give the first strokes. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! He gave the first set of five quickly, leaving me with a sharp burst of pain. He always gave these in sets, to remind me that each set was for an orgasm that I had achieved without Him and without His permission. The second set came too quickly for my taste. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! At the end of the second five, I had tears in my eyes and I was having a hard time breathing. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! I started crying by the end of the third set, a blaze of agony between my legs to remind me that I was not allowed to so much as touch myself in pleasure without His permission. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! The fourth set had me howling in misery, sobbing and crying, my face wet with tears and my nose stuffed up. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! The last set always felt like the hardest. At the end of it, I was bawling pitifully. Master set the awful thing down and waited until I had calmed down. Then He wiped my face with a tissue and held another one while I blew my nose. Then He took me into His arms and held me for a moment or two, comforting me. "When you agreed to be My slave, you agreed to follow My rules, and to accept My punishments when you broke them. I dislike punishing you, pet, but if I did not, it would seem that I did not care, and I do care, pet." His Slave's Ass "Thank You, Master, for correcting my behavior. Thank You for punishing me for my disobedience." We sta like that for another minute or two before He spoke again. "Now, pet, hands and knees. Present." I moved reluctantly from His lap, His arms, and knelt again in the center of the bed, legs spread, ass high, head low. "I have been more than patient with you, my slave, the next time you cum will be from My cock in your ass." I felt my blood cool at His words. He knew I had been in a bad situation before, had my ass taken roughly against my will, and that I was afraid of more than the smallest butt plug. I had known, however, that my Master very much likes ass play and anal sex and that this time was coming. I felt His hand on my ass, pressing a lubricated finger into my rectum. He pushed it slowly all the way into me, and I felt His knuckles resting against my bottom as He allowed me a moment. He pulled His finger most of the way out and added a second one. Slowly He pressed them into me. When both of His fingers were full inside of me, He began to move them, twisting His hand from side to side and pumping them gently in and out of my ass like a tiny cock. I felt my muscles relaxing around His fingers, even as my mind was screaming at me, telling me that this was going to hurt and I should do everything in my power to make Him stop. He must have felt them relaxing too, because He carefully added a third slick finger, sending a small twinge of pain through me. He kept sliding His fingers in and out of my anus, turning them, stretching and relaxing the muscles. To my surprise, I was beginning to feel heat and wetness building up in my cunt. My hips were starting to push gently into His hand every time His fingers thrust into me. I could feel my pulse rising, a warm flush filling my body. As I moved, my heavy breasts swung a little beneath me, the nipple clamps rubbing the comforter and catching a little sometimes, pulling my compressed nipples and making me wince. When Master removed His hand from my ass, I surprised myself with the desire to ask Him not to stop. He placed one hand on my lower back and I heard Him whisper "Just relax, pet." as I felt the tip of something press against my anus. He wasn't really behind me, so I knew it wasn't His cock. As the object entered me, it continued to get wider. My butt plug was still on the table, so I knew it wasn't that. As He continued to steadily press the object into me, I began to believe that my Master had brought a new, larger butt plug with Him, and that was what was invading my ass. I felt the plug grow wider, spreading and stretching my ass hole. I felt the pain of that stretching set in. Master's warm hand remained on my back as He quietly urged me again to relax for Him. With a firm thrust, Master pushed the widest part of the plug into my ass and I cried out with pain as my muscles clamped down on the slightly narrowed part, designed to keep the plug firmly in my ass. "Very good, pet, very good." Master spoke to me quietly, stroking my back. "You will rid yourself of the small plug when I leave, my pet, and only use this one from now on. In time you will become quite accustomed to it." I felt Him pressing on the protruding base of the plug, stroking my bottom with it, helping the muscles accept the large invader. His other hand left my back, and a moment later I felt it on my pussy, His fingers entering me, then stroking my clit gently. "You will not cum, slave, not without my permission." "Never without permission, Master." "Very good." I felt His fingers rubbing and pinching my clit, helping me to forget the throbbing pain in my ass. I arched my back a little more, giving Him easier access to my clit and my cunt. He rubbed my clit a little more firmly, and I fought the orgasm that I could feel rising up. I was surprised that Master was so quickly able to bring me to the point of orgasm when He had so recently filled my ass with the plug, but I was using all of my will to keep from cumming and earning more of His displeasure. Just as I was ready to open my mouth and beg for His permission to cum, His fingers left my clit and He pushed what felt like three of them into my pussy. He stroked me a few times with His fingers, then He turned His hand a little and began rubbing my g-spot. When I felt His fingers press into my g-spot, it was like an electric charge. Almost immediately, my juices overflowed, washing over His hand and my thighs. It took everything I had to force back the orgasm, I still did not have His permission to cum. He had to know of my struggle, and still He persisted, testing me. "Master, please, I beg of You, let me cum. Please, Sir, I don't think I can force it back any more!" "No, slave, you may not cum yet." He continued to work my g-spot, and I continued to fight the orgasm. Mercifully, He drew His hand away from my pussy and went to playing with the butt plug. When His hands left my body, I felt Him leave the bed, and I heard Him disrobe before His weight settled back onto the bed. I felt His fingers close around the base of the plug, and with a firm, steady pressure, He pulled it out. I watched Him set it on the table, and I was amazed at the size of it! I couldn't believe that monster had been inside my ass. I felt Him kneel between my legs, the velvety head of His cock brushing my bottom cheeks. "The time has come my slut, my slave. Tell Me, tell your Master what it is you want." I hesitated for a moment, two, and His hand crashed down on the tender underside of my ass. "I want to please You, Sir." The words I knew I must speak stuck in my throat. Again, His hand punished me. "You know that is not what I want to hear, slut. Now, tell Me, ask Me, beg Me." I took a deep breath, my heart thumping almost painfully in my chest. "Please, Master, this slut begs You to take her ass with Your cock. Please, Master, I want Your cock in my ass, please." I felt Him steady the tip of His slick cock against my seemingly tiny anus. "Very well said, pet. You shall have what you desire." He slowly began pushing His cock inside of me. It hurt some, despite the butt plug. It seemed to go on forever, Him pushing His cock into my body. Never had it seemed so huge! Finally I felt His hops press against me, His balls resting against my smooth lips. For a moment He rested there, allowing me to grow accustomed to Him inside of me, then He began moving slowly, drawing almost all of the way out before thrusting back into me completely. The first few thrusts I grunted in pain as the full length of His shaft was buried inside of me. As my body adjusted to His presence, though, my cunt heated up again, and I started feeling the pleasure that He spoke of. His hands came under me, pulling at the nipple clamps a little, twisting them gently, and the sensation caused me to cry out. Whether in pain or pleasure, I wasn't sure. When His hands left my tits, I felt one of His fingers tease my clit gently. I started pushing back into His crotch with my hips, meeting the thrust of His cock into my ass, begging Him without words to fill me. When I voiced my pleasure, crying out softly with the combined joy of His hand on my clit and His cock in my ass, He took His hand away from my clit and grasped my hips with both hands. I felt the sensation building from the delicious friction of His cock in my tight anal passage, and I could feel the orgasm coming. I reached a point where I felt like I had stalled, and I didn't think I could get off from just His anal attentions, and I spoke pleadingly to my Master. "Please, Sir, my clit... put Your fingers on my clit, Master... please allow this slut to cum for You, Sir..." my voice trembled both with my pleasure and His body pounding into mine. "No, my slave. When you cum, you will cum from My cock in your ass only." With these words, He grasped my hips and pulled me fully against Him, enveloping His cock in my ass. He slid His hips against me, up and down. The orgasm that had stalled out got closer, and the sensations grew as He slid against me, His cock sliding in my ass. I cried out my pleasure with His thrusts as I got closer and closer to cumming. I closed my eyes, reveling in my submission to my Master as I pushed back the orgasm for a moment before I asked the question. "Master, please may this slut cum? Please, Sir?" "Yes, my little slave. Cum for me. Cum with My cock in your ass." Receiving His permission gratefully, I let go of myself and immediately felt my orgasm begin to wash over me. Like the rising tide, it overcame me, flooding me with pleasure. The physical pleasure of orgasm blended with the emotional joy of knowing I had pleased my Master. As I peaked, Master reached around my body and released my nipples from their clips, the pain of the renewed blood flow pushing me higher. Voicing my pleasure for my Master to hear, as the glorious waves began to recede, I panted "Thank You, Master. Thank You, Master." and I could feel His smile. Within moments of cumming, I heard my Master's hoarse cry and His body stiffened as He thrust His cock deep into my ass, filling it with His sticky seed. Exhausted and happy, I collapsed, feeling my Master pull His softening cock from my ass and roll onto the bed. Knowing His desires, I rose from the bed, weak and trembling, and as I ran the water, waiting for it to get hot, I wetted a cloth and wiped my bottom, genitals and thighs clean. When the water ran hot, I wetted another cloth, wrung it out and brought it to my Master. I knelt next to Him and gently cleansed His groin, then returned the cloth to the bathroom. I went back to the bed and lay next to my Master, curling into His warm embrace.