1 comments/ 10932 views/ 0 favorites Her Journal By: Morgaine LaFay He asked me to write something real. To write what I know. He said there is talent in my writing. I have to laugh, thinking maybe even he can't see through the bullshit I write...but then again maybe he can. So this I write, what I know...what is me...as painful as it is going to be... I look at the journal before me, the latest of many I have hidden in a chest. Only this one unlike all the others is empty of words, with the exception of pretty phrases cut out of magazines and pictures of places I have yet to travel, haunts I have yet seen. It holds nothing of me. I fear my words from the prying eyes, and myself even. For my story is as sad as it is monotonous, I can't bare to think of it myself some days for I have retold the story in my mind a million times over there. A child who's days of youth were stolen from her. A child who was forced to grow up to early, to see things most never see. To be told not to cry, for that makes you weak, those words alone made her weep even more as a child-woman. To watch with wild eyes those around her loosing precious moments of their lives, to waste them away, to drown their pains, wasting away at a dangerously slow pace. To see those live each day, day after day in shadows of what they know. To tired to change, to change their journey, take the risk on another road. They live what they know, and there I am ... the perfect example I see...I live what I know. I woman not unlike most with the hopes and dreams, to find the one person she could connect with, knowing that she was a strong person and that her life would fall into its place easily, not that one needs another to have any life, she just never doubted any other area... The woman had a passion for life, a romantic spirit. Who dreams in colors the human eye has never seen before. Who sees more then the average person , the dimensions that life has to offer. The stories hidden inside paintings, the shades it casts upon every soul, and the shadows that dance there. I wonder how she became so weak. I imagine, like those before her, pure tiredness. She gave up a little, not all at once, a little here, a little there. It became easier to not argue, to not put up a fight. Because when she did, it only brought on more heartache to herself. The child, the woman, she, her... all being me. Sweet Jesus I wonder when I stopped caring. Why did I give up my fight? I wonder why I can't see the light that is suppose to shine at the end of every tunnel? How did a woman so young in years grow to feel to empty and old? Jaded. I hide myself from friends for days on end, fearing they will see what I see when I look in the mirror. I shun my family for giving me the memories that have formed me into the person that I have become. I wonder what happened to the woman that use to be vivacious. She is a rare visitor, or maybe I just imagined her. Maybe she only exists in my mind. Because the only person I see theses is world-weary and raw. I don't care for her much. Even now as I write, I beg myself to stop, because if I don't, I am forced to think of all I am loosing, all the precious time I have already lost. All the pain that I have kept safely harbored inside my heart. I can feel it swelling up inside me now wanting to push past the barriers I have built up, I can't bare to feel the storms waves crashing over me. Every moment of my days, every breath I breathe is consumed of what I don't possess. I don't desire fancy cars, a huge bank account, the perfect home, but then I guess I am no different from the next. I simple want what I do not have. I want love. I want to be cherished. People marry to be together, to have someone to come home to ... where ever that home may be, it should be with the other. Nothing else should really matter. I want, to look across a crowded room, into his eyes, and feel a connection. When I look up and find his eyes on me, his gaze twisting around mine, tripping over me, landing on the placed I love to be touched most. What I have when I look across that crowded room is someone who glances at me briefly, then looks away as if I am someone who has just crossed past a corner in his life. I hold no true importance. Easily dismissible. Someone once asked me what I thought was worst, A) to live your life once know passion, but to have lost it, or B) to live your life never knowing passion at all. I of course, very predictable, chose A. For I have once lived my life with passion, whether it was showered upon me or it simple poured from thee self. My sentences are jumbled...my thoughts are lost to me ... all I know is I don't recognize myself these days. I try to find my solace in nature. In the summer I can be found swimming at midnight under the stars. And when the weather grows cold and rainy I am not far from its falling touch. I will take my seat under the covered porch to listen to the rain, I inhaled its scent, It takes all my restraints to not walk out there...to stand under neither the falling rain, to feel its caressing touch, its heart beat on mine, god how I loved the rain and the effect it had on me. I have lost count, of the number of days it has been since I have been touched. I am not talking sexually either, because that has been even longer. I mean the simple touch of another's, a gentle touch on the arm, reaching out to hold my hand, a sweet caresses across my cheek. They say people actually age faster without human contact, at this rate, I fear my age. I wonder while all this is, I am not a uncaring person, I have my days just like anyone else, but I am compassionate, tender, loving, I have a wonderful sense of humor, I easily laugh at my own faults and mistakes, people use to tell me I had such a beautiful smile, I don't imagine I have been flashing it off too much these last few years. Jeez ... there was a time that I use to walk around smiling all the time, giddy even, just happy. I want those days back. Why can't I reached out and grab them? It's always easier for people to ask me this. Things are always easier said then done. And it is not that I do not want a change of my own, it is simple like I said before ... I can not make out the light at the end of my own tunnel. I miss having someone look at me when I say or do something silly, you know that look, their expression and smile just says it all ... How they love how crazy you are, how I cry during movies. No matter how busy I am ... since I was two years of age, I will stop what I am doing to watch a commercial. Why is it that the person I have chosen to live my life with cannot find these things about me adorable, enduring even? I almost rubbed fenders with another car the other day watching a couple kiss and embrace the other day on the sidewalk. My eyes welled up with tears. I can't remember the last times I was kissed. I miss kissing more then anything. It's the unknowing, the hunger for another, yet for a hunger you've never tasted. A meeting of the souls. Alerting all five senses. That first air, when lips touch briefly, lips barely parted, no tongue, just plump skin against skin. There's an art to kissing ... not to be confused with blind zealous. And you know at this point, this very beginning point of this kiss, that if you don't take it any further you will just die. Explode, your life will never be the same. And so the lips part a little more, there's a moistness between the lips, its slick, the plump skin holds on a little tighter to the other, pulling and holding onto the others upon release. And then it happens, it doesn't matter who starts it, yet it happens. One persons tongue breaks out, past the shaky barriers and slides over the others lips, exploring the textures there, sliding across upper teeth, just the under side, the inside, where usually your own tongue can reach. There's the interest in discovering the new territory, and then, yes, there is the second tongue, the two meet and the most amazing thing happens. I am pretty sure I can not do it justices, how can one describe the meetings of two, when they meet .. and the passion they find between them? How can one describe the most intense kiss that leaves ones head reeling, there heart skipping, breath humming and a river of moistness between their legs? How could I ever begin to describe that? In truth ... I can't find the words to describe the knowing ... But only the wanting... of the feeling of another's mouth, lips skimming across the jaw down the slopes and groves of my neck ... I shouldn't be torturing myself so. Haven't you ever been somewhere, a book store perhaps, standing there in a aisle, reading the back cover of a book, and have this over coming urge to look up ... only to find your self staring into the eyes of another? One of you looks away, and then eyes meeting again for a moment that holds no measure in time. Eventually, one of you walks away, and there you are, walking around for the next 24 hours with images of this stranger imbedded in your mind. Perhaps it is only me. Maybe I am slowly loosing it. My grasp of reality. The touch of life. My journal is still empty, with the exception of a few new quotes and distant photographs, but at least I left my thoughts somewhere. Here in the realms, no matter how much they might be scrutinized. Her Journal My husband and I had anal sex this morning for the second time in our almost five-year marriage. During our first year of marriage, he touched my asshole for the first time, and it tickled. I couldn't be still, it tickled so much. Over time, we both became comfortable with him rubbing it, and we were married almost 2 years before I pushed my bottom into his finger to let him know he could finger my ass. He was sucking my tits (which I absolutely LOVE) as he was fingering my asshole, and I was moaning in pleasure. He told me that it really turned him on. After that, whenever he was eating me out, sometimes he would finger my asshole, and lick and kiss it occasionally. After a while, he started sticking his tongue into my ass, eating my ass, and I was very surprised at how good it felt. We tried sticking his dick in once, just to see how it would feel, and it hurt, so we stopped. I had never really thought anal sex was anything I would want to try anyway, so I thought "No big deal." When we had anal sex for the first time, I was on my period. I was feeling really bad for him, so I decided to let him fuck me in the ass. Because I was thinking of him, I didn't think to stimulate my clit. And because he was finally getting to fuck me in the ass for the first time, and he was extra anxious due to the circumstances, he didn't either. It wasn't painful, but it didn't really do anything for me. So fingering and eating my ass became another part of our sexual repertoire. Then, when he started fingering my ass while licking my clit, or eating my ass while fingering my clit, I had my first seizure-like orgasm. I realized how incredible anal stimulation can be. I think that is when I surrendered to the pleasure of anal stimulation. He would joke around sometimes about "If you don't (blank), I'm gonna stick it in your butt!", and liked to rub his dick on my asshole, and I knew he wanted to do it again. We started to try once or twice, but it hurt, his dick is just so big! I really wanted to, but I was scared to try again because I knew he got so excited and looked forward to it so much, and I didn't want to disappoint him again. Recently (within the past 6 months), I got into a habit of bending over on my knees with my ass in the air for him to lick and play with. I really surrendered to the sensation of his tongue in my ass, the softness and slickness and speed, and I started responding to anal stimulation alone, moaning and pressing my butt into his face or hand. He became a master at doing three things at once. With such talent that I could barely tell what was where, he would use his tongue and both hands to simultaneously stimulate my asshole, pussy, and clit. He would vary these, swap them up, and I would be in a near seizure of ecstasy. Then, one time when I was on my back and he was eating my ass out, really sticking his tongue all the way in, and I was thoroughly enjoying it, writhing and pushing my ass into his face, I had my first anal orgasm. It was really incredible. His tongue was in my ass, but that's it. Nothing touching my pussy or clit, and I came, bucking into his face. It has happened again once since. So I've been thinking a lot recently about how much I would like him to fuck me in the ass, and especially since we got this computer and I've been looking at anal porn on it. He's noticed, and I know it really turns him on. We talked about it last night, and I told him the thought of anal sex really turns me on, but I'm scared it'll hurt, (especially since his dick is so big). Well, I'm on my period, and had a tampon in, so that kinda narrowed his options, and this morning, like many mornings, as I was just waking up, barely awake, he was playing with my asshole, fingering it and stroking it with his dick, and (as always) it was turning me on. I rolled over onto my stomach, and he moved down and started kissing and licking my asshole. He is really good at it, and after a little while started pushing his tongue into my ass, eating it out, while fingering my clit. I was of course writhing in pleasure and shamelessly pushing my ass into his face. Then he said, "I really want to put it in your ass." I said, "You do?" "Oh, yeah. Can I?" To which I of course replied, "Yes, baby." I got up onto my knees and he started really eating my ass, stretching it out, helping it to relax. Then he got the lube, and I started sucking his dick while he used his hands to lube up my ass, spreading it around and pushing it into my asshole. Once my ass was well lubed, I lubed his dick up, then turned around and presented my ass to him. He groaned, and started stroking his dick along my crack, pausing at my hole to press a little every time. My asshole was already taking a little of the head, it was so anxious to be fucked. He pressed it in , and there were a few moments of pain, but very minor, and when he finally sunk his dick completely into my ass, the ecstasy overwhelmed anything else. I think all the analingus has made me enjoy anal stimulation more, because the sensation of his dick sliding into my ass and then sliding out was one of the best pleasures I have ever felt. It didn't take all that long for him to cum, but being the amazing creature that he is, he stayed hard, and reached around me to finger my clit while fucking my ass even harder than before. I loved it, the hardness of his dick in my asshole, the slap of his balls against my pussy, the speed with which he relentlessly drove himself into me. I shamelessly bounced my ass on his dick, and before too long, I reach one of the best orgasms I have ever had. He says my asshole gaped for probably 6 or 7 seconds after he pulled his dick out. I am so surprised at how much I loved him fucking me in the ass. Right now, my asshole is throbbing like my pussy usually does after a good romp, and it feels so good. My thong sliding against it is turning me on. I really can't wait until we do it again. I guess we need to make it an every-now-and-then kind of thing, but I kind of want to do it again right now. He makes me feel like such a naughty little girl, and I LOVE it! I just don't want to lose th feeling that I'm the innocent little angel he loves doing naughty things to. Maybe I can be both. I'm working on it. And he makes me like it. I don't really have a choice. He listens to how I respond, and I get a little more shameless in my responses every time. A Little While Later We just had another little "session". I was helping him with his video game and we were smoking some. I was wearing thongs and a tank top and had pushed it down under my breasts to tease him, with my hair in pigtails. I played a little bit of the game, and when I got up, he started caressing my chest. We were kissing, and I reached down and started rubbing his dick through his shorts. He made his way down my neck and chest and started sucking my nipples. After a little while, he stopped, kissed me, and said, "What can I do for you, Mama?" "Actually, I was thinking about sucking your dick." I said, trying my best to sound innocent while saying that. He said, "You were thinking about doing it now?" and I nodded, looking at him with my best innocent eyes. We went into the bedroom, and I started by licking and sucking his balls. He loves that, and so do I. Taking them into my mouth one at a time, then both at once, rolling them around, letting him feel them going in and out of my mouth. Then I began on his dick with long, firm stokes of my tongue up and down the length of his dick, pausing at the head to swirl my tongue around the tip. I occasionally put the entire head in my mouth and sucked, but at first no more than that. Then, in one swift motion, I plunged down on his dick and felt it penetrate into my throat. I alternated between these things for a while, listening to his responses to see what he wanted when, then added the final element, firmly pressing into his 'taint with my thumb (I just discovered this a few days ago). It wasn't long before he was cumming in my mouth and spilling it onto my lips. I slowed down, gently stroking his dick with the length of my tongue. He sat up a little and started playing with my asshole. After getting fucked in the ass this morning, it was extremely sensitive, but it felt really good. When he sat back, he said, "I just love that big ol' booty, Mama." I said, "I love how sensitive it is right now." He said, "Do I need to lick it?"and I responded, "Well, you don't need to, but I'm never going to tell you not to." He got up on his hands and knees with me underneath him on my hands and knees, and plunged his tongue into my quivering asshole just as I took his dick into my mouth again. As I was sucking his dick, he was eating my ass and then started rubbing my clit. He was really plunging the entire length of his tongue into my ass, and I was suckling his dick with real enthusiasm, and I had an explosive orgasm at just about the same time he did. As I was cumming, he kept his tongue in my asshole, and the sensation of it sliding into my ass as it was still trembling from orgasm was amazing. Her Journey It was a typical day and she was on the train, going home from work. The ride was nearly an hour. Annoyingly she had to use the toilet on the train, something she usually managed to avoid. If anyone had been keeping track, she took quite awhile, longer than one might have expected. She came back to her seat, sitting back down opposite an elderly woman. She looked upset, visibly shaken by something. Her distress was so evident that the woman asked her if she was feeling unwell. Shaking her head she mumbled that was fine. She settled back into her seat and got control of her breathing. She closed her eyes to calm down and unbidden, she thought about the magazine someone had left in the toilet. The magazine had been wedged behind the door, hidden from cursory inspection by the train employees. She wondered how many people had seen it using the loo. Opening it up, she had discovered photographs of men in women's underwear. She'd flipped through the magazine, simultaneously horrified and spellbound. Of course she'd heard about this sort of thing but had dismissed them as perverts. Silly drag queens or cowering masturbators in their wives' dresses, that's what she thought of cross-dressers. But some of those men were really hot. She'd felt the same stirrings as she did looking at any good-looking guy. They weren't weak or cowardly. They weren't hiding their choice but embracing it and celebrating it sensual photos worthy of any Boudoir service. These men were wearing silky lace lingerie - far nicer, in fact, than any she herself owned. Some wore just satin panties, others were much more elaborate. But they were all handsome, healthy men. She couldn't possibly be turned on by men in lingerie could she? What would that make her? Her mind reeled with the quandary, logic being tripped up by the image of a hot arse under sheer panties or strong shoulders with a bra strap dividing them. Her thoughts turned to Gavin, her boyfriend of six months. He'd freak out if he knew what she was thinking. He was very much 'one of the lads' - enjoying his evenings down the pub playing darts; his Sunday mornings playing footie with the local team. There was nothing at all feminine about him. On the face of it he was a pretty insensitive lout, but the sex was great. Great enough to put up with his laddish behaviour. In fact, in the bedroom he was quite the gentleman; always ensuring her needs were more than met. Would he be up for a little dressing up? She had her doubts. One particular image from the magazine had stayed in her mind, burnt into the back of her eyes. His eyes were blue; a heavenly blue, eyes as manly as any she'd ever seen, piercing her and making her bite her lip. His hair was short, light, even blond. He was wearing a teddy, sheer and pink with ruffled lace edges. She saw the lace running up from between his legs and up high on his hips, giving him a strong illusion of femininity. She could sense his skin under her fingers if she were to touch that pretty lace. She could see his firm stomach and muscular chest under the delicate lingerie. He was bare, smooth-shaved all over and his legs looked better than hers in the thigh-high silk stockings. She saw the hint of a black seam running down the back each stocking, a soft line that reminded her of Bettie Page pinup pictures. Of course, his legs were shaped perfectly by his pose, worthy of a fashion model, standing in his high heels. The heels were pink, matching his pretty teddy, sleek and glossy reflecting the photographer's lights. The heels looked about 3" tall, stiletto thin, arching his feet sensuously. His pink-painted toe-nails under the black silk peeked out of the open toes of the heels. The backs of the heels had thin little ankle straps that wrapped around each of his ankles and had tiny combined Mars and Venus symbols in tiny charms hanging from the ankle straps. He was posed precisely, each muscle manly, each curve so feminine. His eyes smoldered directly into hers, daring her to accept him, to want him, to take him. All that was incredibly beautiful. Then she saw his erect penis framed perfectly in the front of the teddy and she wanted him... so much... She imagined reaching out and grasping hold of him through the soft, filmy fabric; how hard he would feel; so full of promise. She imagined running her hands over his well defined stomach and smooth shaven chest, biting and kissing his neck. Then she would get those flimsy straps between her teeth and pull them off his shoulders, following the sheer garment south with her tongue, as the teddy fell to the ground. She would make him step out of the frothy cloud of lingerie now at his feet, stroking her hands down his silk clad legs, marvelling at his well formed calves. His shoes were perfect; elegant and shiny, the light bouncing off them, making them look almost wet. She was on her knees in front of him now, looking up at his sturdy thighs, tightly encased in silk. The tops of his thigh highs a beautiful delicate flowery design that she ran both her hands around, holding tight and pulling herself up so that her mouth was directly in line with his bobbing penis. She could just imagine what it would feel like as she ran her tongue across the eye, lapping up the moisture there. She might then run her tongue along its length, relishing the feel of his satiny skin on her tongue, simultaneously feeling the soft satin of his thighs against her naked body. She could rub herself against the deliciously soft material, feeling her nipples harden against the softness. She could pick up the discarded teddy and stroke his face with it, enjoying the way his blue eyes seemed to get even more blue, even as pupils dilated with pleasure. She could wrap it round his neck gently, then tighten it, teasing him, heightening his pleasure. Next she would slide it gently across his chest, thrilling as his nipples now swelled, encouraged also by her tongue. Across his belly and down to his magnificent penis she could stroke with the fluid silk of the teddy; then she could wrap it round, smothering his manhood in the frothy feminine fabric. Grasping it tightly bound she would move her hand back and forth; enjoying his low throated groans of delight and the way he staggered somewhat on his heels as she increased the pressure and speed of her movements. She could feel how wet she was and how much she wanted to please this gorgeous man; how much she wanted to make him come, engulfed in the filmy floaty fabric. His body shifted, leaning into her, steadying himself with a hand on her shoulder, his body shuddering and juddering as he approached his climax . . . She gave an involuntary low moan, her sex on fire, startling the woman opposite and bringing her back to reality. Her face was all flushed and she'd never felt so open and excited. She came to a sudden decision. She leapt up from her seat and rushed back to the toilet, pressing impatiently on the button which opened the door - only to find the magazine had gone. Her Journey Begins It was after their third date that she succumbed to her desires and let him take her to bed. He proved to be a vigorous, imaginative, and considerate lover. Their first night together they made love for hours and only stopped when the sun's first rays lit up the bedroom. After that night, they had sex every time they met, sometimes they would just meet for a quick tumble. They made love pretty much anywhere, at first it was only in the different rooms of the house. But then they started having sex in the car, the park, and even an alley on the way to a play. They combined the eagerness of teenagers with the techniques of experience lovers. Despite the frequency of their sex, their sexual practices stayed fairly normal and included both oral and vaginal sex. But one night, in the throws of passion, he started twisting her nipples and the pain seemed to heighten her orgasm. She came in an incredibly loud explosion, her cries echoed in the house. Afterward, she lay there wondering about her response to the pain. She was a little shaken by her response, but at the same time, incredibly turned on. He recognized her feelings. He was experienced in the realm of BDSM and had seen other newcomers to that realm begin to appreciate how pain could heighten their experience. The next night was Friday and they planned to spend the whole weekend together. They went out to an elegant restaurant and then drove to the opera, her full lips wrapped around his cock the whole way. On the way home, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. When they finally got to his house, they rushed inside and began kissing as they stripped each other's clothes off. He then took her by the hand and led her to his bed. As she lay down, he reached into a drawer and brought out some nipple clamps. At first she shied away. But then he started playing with her pussy, sliding his fingers up and down her slit before flicking her clit. As he slipped his fingers into her pussy, he held up the clamps once again and she just moaned in her arousal. Still pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand, he used the other to place the clamps on her nipples. The effect was immediate and explosive. She began to cum in waves, waves that only heightened as he slipped his cock into her warm, wet pussy. Later, as they lay there momentarily sated, they discussed her response. She was shy about it at first, but under his gentle prodding, she admitted to being very turned on by the experience. So he suggested they take the next step and he would tie her spread out on the bed so he could play with her beautiful body. She agreed and he reached into a drawer to bring out some Velcro cuffs. "So you have some experience in this?" "Yes, I've played around with BDSM for a while now. But don't worry; we won't move any faster than you are ready for." She pauses after he says this but trusts him and so doesn't worry. At first she is a little nervous about being tied down. She feels so vulnerable, naked and spread out across the bed. But then he starts to play with her nipples. He flicks them with his fingers and then reaches his mouth down to suck on them; first the right one and then the left. Suddenly, he takes a nipple in his teeth and gently bites it. The pain seems to cause a rush of sensation that ends in her pussy. From there, he starts to play with her pussy, fingering it and pumping his fingers in and out. He starts with one finger, then two, finally ending up with three fingers plunging in and out of her wet, warm pussy. She begins to cum and the sensations roll over her in waves. She feels so helpless and so turned on at the same time. It is a new sensation and one that she knows she must experience again and again. In her normal life she is so much in control of everything around her. She had always been afraid of letting someone else take control. But now that she had surrendered her control, she felt free. Freer than she had ever felt before. He continued to play with her body for what seemed like minutes or hours. She just didn't know, her whole sense of time was lost. She came so many times that she lost track. She even passed out at least once but awoke to him playing with her body. Sometimes he would just run his fingers over her body, his fingers circling her luscious breasts and dripping pussy. Other times he would bite and suck her nipples, often pulling them away from her body with his mouth before releasing them to drop back to her heaving chest. At some point he arose from the bed and got out some vibrators that were in a drawer near the bed. He turned a big vibrator on high and played it over her clit before driving it into her pussy. He pulled it in and out of her pussy for a while before reaching for another, smaller vibrator. Without pausing in his use of the large vibrator on her, he turned on the small one. Then he withdrew the large vibrator from her pussy, leaving it to stimulate her already over stimulated clit and plunged the smaller one into her pussy. Getting it wet, he withdrew it from her pussy and slid the large one back inside her. Suddenly she became aware of a sensation at her virgin asshole. It was the small vibrator, now wet with her juices, sliding into her ass. The feeling of the two vibrators inside her was incredible! She became lost in a world of sensation before passing out for the last time. Later, she awoke to find herself in his arms. She felt languorous, her muscles so relaxed, her pussy so sated. But she wanted to please this man that had introduced her to this new world of sensation So she slid her head down to his crotch where she found his cock, unencumbered by any clothes. She began to lick the head, savoring the flavor of the precum that beaded like dew on the tip. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she engulfed his rock hard cock in her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her. She realized that his hand was in the top of her head, pushing gently so that she took more and more of him each time her head went down until, for the first time, she took a man's cock into her throat. After he came, they snuggled together and slept the sleep of sexually sated people in love. They woke the next morning to another bout of lovemaking. This time he just mounted her in the missionary position, his cock moving in and out of her in almost a blur before settling down to long, slow strokes that led to them both cumming together. After they had recovered their energy again, they arose to make breakfast. They didn't bother to get dressed as they expected to return to bed shortly. "How many eggs do you want?" she asked. "Better make three for me, I think I'm going to need the energy. Giggling, she cracked the eggs into the pan. As the eggs fried, he came up behind her to hug her closely. She felt his hard cock slide up her crack and then remained nestled between her creamy globes. As the eggs cooked, she slowly wiggled her ass, getting him even more excited than he was a minute ago. Soon the eggs were cooked, the toast buttered and they began to sit at the table. He sat first and reached for her arm. Pulling her to him, he had her straddle his lap facing the table. Putting his hands on her hips, he pushed her onto his cock. So entwined, they broke their fast, pausing only to share a kiss or two. But as they finished the last of their breakfast, the sensation of his cock in her pussy made them both horny again and she began to post on his lap until they both came again. Finally, they arose and cleaned up the kitchen. Their hands touching each others body almost unconsciously as they worked. Then he took her hand again and led her up the stairs, his cock rising as they ascended until it was pointing toward the ceiling by the last step. As they entered the bedroom, he turned toward the dresser where he pulled a bottle of lubricant out. "I think it is time for you to lose your anal virginity." "No, I don't think I'm ready." Without even a pause, he grabbed her arm as he sits on the bed. Pulling her over his knee, he proceeds to spank her beautiful bottom. "You will not tell me No!" He paused in his spanking to run his finger up her slit. It is very wet. He begins to spank her again and says "You are ready to lose your anal virginity. Don't you agree?" Sobbing, she answers in a quiet voice "Yes, please just stop. Yes, I am ready." "Good girl." With that he stops spanking her and begins playing with her pussy in earnest. As the fingers of his left hand fucked her pussy, his other hand is reaching once more for the lubricant. By now she is getting incredibly turned on, between the spanking and the finger fucking, she is in heaven. He turned her over and wiped the tears from her eyes before kissing her deeply. "I love you. But you must learn to obey me in the bedroom. You must trust me. I won't push your limits too far, but they need to be stretched and I am the one to decide when and how to do so. Now, put some lubricant on my cock." Sliding off his lap, she knelt on the floor in front of him. He squeezed some lube onto her hand and she proceeded to get his cock nice and slippery. "Now up on the bed on all fours." Not wanting another spanking quite yet, she submitted to his will and got on the bed. He came up behind her and once again played with her pussy until it was dripping with her juices. Then he plunged his cock into her ass. Her anal ring was so loose from her excitement that it slid in without any resistance. It wasn't long before they both came from the sensation. She felt it as he flooded her anal passage with his seed. It was an incredibly erotic feeling. One that she knew she wanted to experience again and again. Later as they lay there in each other's arms, she turns to him and says "At first I was so angry with you for spanking me, but then I realized how much it turned me on. I now realize that you did it for my own good. I might never have learned how erotic anal sex is if you hadn't pushed me. Thank you." He doesn't say a word, just nuzzles her hair and then kisses her on the lips. For the rest of the day, he doesn't push her limits any further. Rather he focuses on getting her used to the things they had explored so far. But late on Saturday night after they have had some incredible sex heightened by some more spanking, he says "I want you to wear my collar." She looks deeply into his eyes and says "If you wish." With that, he gets up and brings her collar over. "Kneel and I will place it around your neck." She does so. He lifts her hair from her neck and gently places the collar around her neck. A feeling of being loved and protected washes over her and the moment she hears the lock click, she orgasms. "Now you belong to me, forever." The collar has a strange effect on her. She becomes very wanton and slutty when she is wearing it. Her limits seem to leave her; it is as though she is another person, his slave. She even enjoys the flogging he gives her later when she disobeys him. So much so, that she knows that she will disobey him again, just to feel the lash on her body. The next morning they discuss the situation and decide that when she wears a collar she is giving her permission to have her limits expanded. She will be his slave to do with as he wishes. She agrees with both a little trepidation and a lot of excitement. How could agreeing to submit to this man both excite and humiliate her? But it does and she is happy. She knows that she has control over when but knows that she loses that control when the collar is placed around her neck. It is a heady feeling, and one that leaves her feeling loved and aroused.