Master's Remote Control

My Master knows only too well how anal stimulation drives me wild. It is so private and so dirty and if my mom and dad knew about it, I would be like soooo way ashamed. But sometimes, just the thought of it makes my pussy get moist and if Master mentions anything about it in front of other people, even in a double entendre manner, so that only I understand that he is talking about buggering my bung hole, my cunt flows wet like Niagra Falls. Slowly I turned.

This week everytime someone goes like anything about Thanksgiving Day, Master goes how much his little trollop (me) "really loves the stuffing" and how I always "can't get enough of the stuffing, going back over and over again for more and more, like a regular addict for stuffing." If they didn't know he was talking about my holes being plugged with big hard cock, they figured it out fast enough when my face turned beet red. This year he has playfully nicknamed my pussy juice "gravy" and then further humilates me by going like, "You should smell her gravy she makes. It is so delicious and hot but she makes so much. I never saw a woman produce so much hot gravy drippings in one day! We keep having to bring more people over to finish it off for her."

The other night he had me "prepare" which means three deep enemas until the water runs clear, beauty treatments and slutty dressing. After about an hour of vanilla sex, he blindfolded me, as he is wont to do, and began porking my bottom with progressively larger dildoes. After he had worked up to my favorite and I had my second anal orgasm. he began fucking me there with his wonderful dick until he filled me with his spunk, just the way I like it. I felt his gorgous cock head throb and flare and vigorously spit out it's precious payload up my bottom proving that I was his property completley and that his pleasure was genuine, pure, and true no matter what dirty and degrading names he calls me.

Then as I was floating in my glory afterglow and he caught his manly breath, Master opened my anal sphincter again with a different dildo. It was a new shape and a new feeling, wide, thick, fulfilling! It was actually a butt plug, thick and delectible and about 5 nches long. Covered with latex and hard yet soft edges, it went up completly inside me and I felt a little string like a tampon on the edge of my trembling, tender asshole. "There" he goes like, "this will enable me to arouse you whenever I want, whether you like it or not"

So I'm like, "I always love what you do, Master. I feel so full. It's holding all your river of sweet sperm in me."

Then he is like, "You may not remove it without first getting permission from me, even to evacuate yourself." We cuddled and played a bit more then Master fell asleep and I did some stuff in the kitchen before going to bed. I enjoyed my "stuffing" all right and every time I moved, my rectum reminded me who owned my body, my sex, and my happy slut soul.

more later . . .