10 comments/ 8609 views/ 7 favorites Army Dom Ch. 01: Anal Finale By: restrainedqueen 3 am. I felt his strong hand rubbing my thigh, making its way to my slit. He felt me shift, a sign that I was awake. He sprung up and knelt in front of me, his bulge protruding through his designer boxers. "Take off your clothes and turn around." He commanded, but I hardly moved from my curled foetal position. "No, I don't feel like." I mumble into the pillow, my voice hoarse and tired, mostly from crying. I was fed up. Since last week he got mad at me for a reason I could not understand. I was so upset by his reaction, but every time I asked him about it, he ignored me. It was either "not now," "I don't have time for this" or "leave me alone." Communication was strained between us, he had definitely made the effort early in our relationship but his strict consuming army hours had taken its toll. Last night after he pounded me I thought he was in a good mood, so I brought it up again. "I am tired, stop nagging me." He turned and went to sleep. "I wasn't fucking asking." He shouted, rough and irate at my failure to obey. "Have you forgotten your place, sub? If I didn't have to go to work in a few I would get my belt and beat you until you scream for me to stop." I was terrified. I got up on my knees with my back to him. I peeled off my red and black lace nightie over my head to reveal my naked body, proceeding to go on all fours, my ass in the air. I never looked at him. "Good. Bring that ass to me, I am bursting." I shuffle down the bed until I feel his rock hard member press against my left ass cheek. He grabbed my cheeks violently and parted them, and with one smooth stroke he impaled my tight cunt. "Fuck." He murmured. He was ruthless in his pounding, pushing forward to slam into me balls deep with every stroke. Grunting, he slapped my ass a few times as he rode me. Hot tears sprung from my eyes. As I felt his strokes getting faster he gripped my shoulder painfully to steady himself. I hoped that he could cum in my cunt and not my mouth, so he would not chastise me for crying. I was relieved when I felt him shudder and groan loudly, his cock pulsing deep in me as he shot his hot load. He withdrew and I slumped down into the pillow. He got off the bed and I knew he had to get ready for work. Not before he pulled my face up to look into his deep set blue eyes as he spoke. "I'll be back tomorrow night and don't think that you are getting away. You obviously need a lesson for your insubordination." I wanted him so badly in the beginning, and part of me still did. He was dominating-sexy, intelligent, driven. But he had no time. I had turned into his literal fuck toy- I was just an object to use as he pleased, he didn't care about my feelings or happiness. As far as he was concerned, he had me already and I was going nowhere. He owned me. The dreaded night came. In the quiet of my solitude, I thought a lot about what I really wanted. My calm aura was interrupted when I heard the front door slam. When I saw his gorgeous being, my pores raised and my heart fluttered. Such is the nature of a submissive sometimes, to still be attached and desperately want the affection and attention of a seemingly cruel and elusive Owner. He walked over to me and stroked my hair. "My cock twitched the past two days thinking of all the ways I could punish your disobedient little cunt." I lowered my eyes. "Bedroom, now." I muster up and shuffle to the room half-heartedly. I did the usual preparation-taking off my shorts and tee and kneeling on my ankles on the ground, hands neatly rested on my upper thighs. He came out the shower and as I felt him behind me I felt the usual nervousness, but not so much excitement and lust as I usually did. He remained standing behind me as he spoke. "Well sub, you deserve a whipping for your defiance. But hopefully it will both a painful and pleasurable lesson. I am going to train that tight asshole of yours so that I could enjoy using it. I know you hate anal, but you will learn to love it when I am done with you." There was a lump in my throat as he laid down my punishment. I despised anal sex, it was too painful and he was too rough from the start. A million thoughts raced through my mind, of whether I should stay one more time, stay forever, or leave and never look back. My mind settled on something he told me in the beginning. "My situation is always changing, what I am doing, where I am, who I talk to." But still, despite his demanding job he didn't have to treat me like he did sometimes. My eyes wandered to the dressing table, where it fell on my fate. Three clear purple butt plugs and his thick leather belt. "Stand up." I obliged, my mind more or less made up. He stood behind me and gently bent me over at the waist onto the bed. My upper body pressed into the mattress. I waited in anticipation for several moments until I saw his outstretched hand out of the corner of my eye. "Lube it and put it in, you know where it's going." I took it from him and sucked on it, repulsed by its new plastic taste. I slobbered, lubing it well for my inexperienced hole. I reached back and slid it in. It wasn't so thick nor long, it remained comfortably and I only felt slightly stretched. "Now count your 30 lashes like a good girl." I tensed up and waited for the first stinging blow. "One!" I shouted as the first strike of the leather connected with the soft flesh of my ass. I forgot how heavy the belt was and the sting that left a burning welt. He was relentless, hearing him grunt behind me as he put all his strength into each swing. I couldn't time his haphazard strokes so the bracing and mental preparation on my part was useless. "Ten!" By this time my ass was on fire. I waited to cue in the eleventh when I saw him out of the corner of my eye again. "Ok, sub, one size up." He held out the second butt plug. Well I didn't need telling. I covered it in spit and pulled out the first plug, replacing it with the next. I had to thwart it in, my hole was protesting. I returned it to my mouth for more lubing and tried again. I moaned in pain as I finally got all in as he looked on lustfully. I shuffled and got ready to resume my whipping. Lash after lash landed. "Sixteen." Another came, I was delirious from my numb backside. "Sixteen!" I shouted again. "Hmm, you lost count. Start over from eleven." So I received the extra lashes for my carelessness and the tears and snot escaped unwillingly. By the twentieth I knew what was coming. He held out the largest plug, thick and long. I squeezed my eyes and sobbed loudly. I prepared it and attempted to insert it, but it was too big. I wiggled it around the entrance, the tip entering alone. I was not ready. My reluctant movements undoubtedly irritated him. He walked over and pressed on the small of my back, and grabbed hold of the plug. With one thrust he rammed it in, while I screamed. My hole felt ripped and burnt around the edges. I took my last ten, crying silently into the pillow and counting softly. Finally it was over. I breathed a sigh of relief, until I felt him near again. His large came down, caressing my welted backside, his work of art. He rubbed over the fresh raised marks, making me wince. "Good. I'm sure every time you sit for the next week or so you will remember your lesson in obedience." There was a lull, maybe he was allowing me to compose myself. He slipped off his clothes and began stroking his already hard cock. "Lie down on the bed face up and put your head over the side of mattress." I shifted and whimpered as the cloth of the sheet assaulted my bruised ass. My head flopped over the side, I felt blood rush to my head. He opened my legs and raised them high, tilting my body to get a good look at my plugged ass. He slid the plug out slowly. I heard a gasp of pleasure and felt his steel head press against the hole, and then it being filled inch by inch with his cock. It didn't hurt as much as before but I still felt intense pressure and discomfort. I writhed but he held me steady. "Mmmm...fuck, that feels so fucking good." He pumped my hole and I never heard him sound so satisfied. I couldn't see his face but I imagined his look of concentration, his narrowed eyes, his sweat beaded forehead as I stared at my upside down view of the dresser. "When I pull my cock out of your ass, I want you to suck it." He slid off the bed and stood in front of me, gripping my head in his hands and feeding his cock into my mouth. At this opposite angle it filled me and reached the back of my throat too soon, choking me. But he was controlled, sliding it slowly in and out, relishing the feel of my wet mouth. He returned to fill my ass, fucking it and pulling out, stretching my ass cheeks apart to expose my gaping hole. I felt the cold air on it and knew that I was raw and exposed. The ass pounding and sucking went on for so many rounds, I swore more than half an hour passed-I was numb and light headed. Finally I heard the loud grunt and felt the sticky mess dripping on my abused ass. Breathing hard, he lifted my head gently and placed it back on the bed, then pulled my body back onto the pillow. He slumped down next to me in my dazed state and cupped my face in his hands. "My disgusting little slut, you are so pleasing. I love you." He kissed my forehead and I soon fell asleep. By the time I got up, he had left for work. I called my best friend and organised a few things as fast as I could. I choked up and cried as I took one last look at my words-how I knew he loved me, he was loyal and committed yet I was leaving him, how I wasn't happy, how I couldn't enjoy the physical abuse if my emotional needs weren't being met. I placed my wedding ring on the letter and left.