Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch. 03

Then, like most people with nothing to do these days, I reached for my phone. Facebook notifications, meh. News feed, meh. Weather, meh. Emails - Witchery, eBay, ANZ, Paul.... Paul! My Master had emailed me! Half an hour ago!

I immediately opened it but very quickly realised that this was a substantial email with numerous links and attachments, so I marched off to the living room and the work-desk that Dan and I both occasionally used and which has two big screens.

Laptop on. C'mon, c'mon, face recognition, Gmail, open and expand, master had been busy!

The subject line said Further Details and Instructions.

The first bit of the email was a lovely and kind of unexpected well-done for my service that day and some nicely worded compliments that gave me a fuzzy glow. I was particularly proud to read that the horrid dildo-in-throat abuse had been a test to see if and what I could endure without resisting, and that I'd exceeded his expectations by a large margin.

The next bit asked three questions and required me to send an immediate response.

Did it go OK with your husband - Yes/No.

Is he working tomorrow - Yes/No

If yes, what time will he get home?

Dan came through to see what I was doing and sat next to me as I started to reply. I noticed that his cock was back to its natural colour again but also that he held his balls as he sat, so I assumed they must ache a bit.

I typed away with my talons.

Did it go OK with your husband - Yes. Prefect. He's going to be my slave.

'See that babe's? Perfect.' I looked at him and put my hand on his. 'You're perfect babe's.' Then lifted his hand to kiss his fingers.

Is he working tomorrow - Yes.

'I could call in sick,' he said.

'No, you are sick, sick and twisted, thankfully, but I think we both need a bit of space to breathe for a day.' I thought that sounded lame but was more diplomatic than saying that I was hoping for more time with my Master. Dan made no objection, which pleased me greatly.

If yes, what time will he get home? - 5pm at the earliest.

I tapped on the screen with a nail, ensuring that Dan registered.

The next bit was all about Dan and instruction that, if all had gone well, we read it together.

Master noted that he'd ordered a cock cage in the largest readily available size but also noted that it would probably be a temporary measure. There was a link that took me to a page showing a pink plastic chastity cage with what looked like three different sized ring parts and it had a key for a sort of barrel lock on the top.

There was a tracking number and link - ETA between 10 and 2 tomorrow - Friday.

'Ooh, pink Dan! I like!' I said, 'So cute!'

'Looks a bit small,' he said, but I saw he was grinning ruefully.

There was then a bit about measuring for a more fitted cage with a link which took me to a page showing how to take the measurements if the pink one wasn't suitable.

Next came the rules.

No sex. At all. No touching my cunt or even my tits unless previously approved. Dan was allowed to 'worship' my asshole (which I thought was an interesting term) and that was it, other than the few things that would be detailed further down relating to my training and preparation needs.

It's hard to express why, but not being allowed to have sex with my husband turned me on massively. I think it was partly that another man had taken such complete control of me and my sexuality. He owned it. Owned me! And also partly that it was all just so wrong, so much the opposite of how a 'normal' marriage should be - my husband wouldn't get to fuck me, but other men would fuck me and use me. It was, in every sense, a perversion, and I loved that.

I kept going.

I was to book Dan in for a full body wax, ears down, at the earliest opportunity and was to pre-book repeat visits. I looked at the time and immediately picked up my phone. It was after 5 but my good friend Michelle answered and was still at the salon. Looking Dan in the eye I explained that we'd been drinking the night before, had made a bet and that Dan had lost. We laughed and joked a bit and I advised that, no, being blond Dan isn't the hairy type. She could fit Dan in at 12? An hour and a half?' Still looking at Dan I raised my eyebrows. He nodded.

'Prefect. He'll be there,' I assured her, and once a month thereafter for the foreseeable future. I said I'd probably come and watch for a bit too.

I hung up and looked at Dan. 'Noon, OK?' With a sort of wry grin he nodded.

Next - Dan was to remain caged for the foreseeable future with the exception of routine supervised release for hygiene but it then went on to note that this didn't entirely remove the possibility of Dan having an orgasm, (Dan was leaning forward to read this bit) and there was another link. This one popped open another window which showed what my brain took to be a girl with her face out of shot, wearing black thigh length boots and a lacy purple camisole top and leaning back against a sofa as she squatted on a dildo. It was a bit pixelated at first but then it cleared and the gif started playing its endless cycle, and there was a caption. It said - this sissy ejeculates through chastity cage thanks to the dildo stuck in her ass.

And sure enough, that 'girl' had a cock in a pink plastic cage and was spurting jets of cum all over the floor, and that was a pretty big black dildo in her ass.

I was speechless for a second, spellbound by the endless loop of spurting cum.

I sat back and looked at Dan. He looked at me for an instant, then back to the screen, and he had his arms in his lap.

'Show me,' I told him. He squirmed so I slapped at his arm and demanded, 'Right now!'

He sheepishly sat back and put his hands on the chair arms.

His cock wasn't fully hard, but it was on its way, and that was saying something after the big cum he'd had in the kitchen not long before.

'Well, well baby.' I made the window full screen and it doubled in size.

'You like that, don't you,' I said softly.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, and I leant across and put both my hands on his arm.

'Hey,' I said, 'it's OK! That is as sexy as fuck! I fucken love it! Next time you wanna cum baby, there you go.'

I turned back to the screen, minimised the hypnotic spurting sissy and scrolled down, there was still quite a bit of email to go.

I was now directed to open the first attachment, a compressed folder. Once opened there was about a dozen thumbnails so I double clicked the first which opened to show the sissy gif again.

I clicked next and we got a picture of a naked guy on all fours facing directly away from the camera with a fully clothed woman facing the camera and sitting on his hips with her feet between his speed knees. She was pushing her clenched fist in and out of his arse in a magical gif loop, and cum was pooling on the floor beneath his caged cock.

The next was the same couple in the same pose, though she was slightly differently dressed, and this time it was a huge dildo - in, out, in, out - of his hugely gaping asshole.

Next it was a naked guy on his back on a table with a leather clad redhead standing between his raised legs and fucking him with a strapon, and him cumming onto himself while she laughed and held her hands in the air to show it was a hands free cum.

Then it was a guy upside down with his back against a sofa, his knees down near his face, and a woman sitting on the sofa pumping up an inflatable dildo in his ass as he squirted cum out of his metal chastity cage onto his own face.

It went on.

I clicked next, next, next - the click of the mouse the only sound in the world. I looked at Dan, Dan looked at me. He squirmed a bit and I just knew that he'd seen these, or something very similar, many times before.

'You like, don't you babe,?' I said very softly. I reached out to touch his hand again. 'It's OK, I know you do. I love it too. I just wish I'd known sooner.' I stood, stepped over to him and gave him a tender kiss.

'Now,' I said, 'why don't you sit a bit forward so that you can see better. Come on, bum on the edge, now, spread those knees and give those poor balls some space.

This left Dan's half hard cock hanging in space and easy to keep an eye on it.

I quickly went through the gifs again, then to the next folder. This had a mix of still images and gifs, all of women wearing strapon cocks. Most of the women were wearing lovely fetish clothing of one sort or another, but some wore casual clothing, gym-wear and one a police uniform. Most pics were just the woman but some had a male counterpart who was invariably naked other than stocking and heels, all in a submissive posture like kneeling or on all fours. It struck me that my Master must have been very deliberate in his selection to have every single man dressed like that. A test to see what would and wouldn't be acceptable?

In all cases the dildos were big, the smallest maybe the size of Dan's cock and some at least twice that size. A couple even replicated horse cocks and one a giant dog cock. And yes, I'm a country girl, I know what horse and dog cocks look like.

Dan's cock was sticking out horizontal now and gently bobbing up and down.

The third folder was women, all dressed in wonderful slutty lingerie, leather or latex - or all three. All had pierced nipples and most seemed to have sizable labia piercings. All of them were fisting themselves, either in the cunt or the ass or, in two cases, both holes at once. I took this to be an indication of things to come for me. I wanted it now!

The last attachment was a single gif with a couple, both on all fours, side on to the camera, facing away from each other, with a big double dildo up both of their asses.

I looked over to Dan. 'We have got to try that baby. More than once.' He smiled and nodded shyly, still needing time to adjust I think.

Master had then written that he knew I did yoga but there were two things that might require practice and identified several of the fisting photos as escaped. The first was to be able to lay on my back with my feet back towards my ears and my elbows behind my knees. No problem, I could do that already. The next was twisting at the waist enough to be able to first myself from behind. I'd never tried but I thought I probably could. I knew I could first my cunt from the front because I'd done it, just to see if I could. It was awkward but I've got small hands.

The next part was probably also in relation to fisting. Master first noted that he expected effort and dedication, not just in service to him but to being more perfectly prepared and capable.

As an example he noted that I've never been able to take much more than half of Dan's cock in my arse (when had I told him that, or was it an assumption? (ass-umption?) and said that that simply wouldn't do, and that with practice I would be able to take all of a cock of a similar size, if not larger.

I noted two things - that I would be able to take, not should be able to take, and similar size, meaning I might get fucked in the ass by some big cock, but it wouldn't be Dan's. Who's then?

The next part was about my too-tight cunt and the need to remedy that through dedicated training.

My asshole would need training every other day except on work days, but my cunthole would get a workout every day.

Master said that there would be toys for this purpose but suggested that household objects or vegetables could be quite fun too, and this had been the bit that Master had alluded to earlier - the stuff that Dan could help me with.

The last part simply said that Master had ordered some toys and stuff to get us started.

There were three more tracking numbers but nothing to suggest what they were. One would come early next week, one midweek and the other at least a week after that.

Turning to Dan and leaning back in the chair I said, 'Well babe, whaddaya think? Mind blown?'

'Blown away to fuck. Who is this fella? I know you said he was an experienced pervert but this is wild!' He said with an only half joking laugh.

'I know, good for us though. So, c'mon, what do you think babe? It's pretty clear how he wants things to go, and I'm 100% going with it. And don't forget sweetie, you're my slave now, so, so are you.'

He took a deep breath and nodded. 'I promise Mel. I will.' then his eyes flicked back to the right hand screen which was still running a gif of (according to the title) a mistress stroking her strapon. She was a stunning model with ash blonde hair wearing a red latex teddy, black latex gloves and she had her left hand on hip and right hand wanking her huge pink strapon.

'Have you seen that one before baby? Don't be shy.'

'I think so,' he nodded with a small smile.

'Do you look at lots of this kind of thing?' Another small nod. 'Often?'

'Just sometimes, if I'm horny maybe.'

I had to laugh. 'So every day then. Should we look at some more?'

He nodded and I pulled up a new page, searched Femdom Strapon Gifs then clicked images. There were so many!

'Tell me which you like most babe,' I told him, but he was struggling to look me in the eye and his cock was pretty soft now.

'Babe, look at me. This is happening! Really happening, and it's so wonderful! Don't you get it yet? A guy fucked my asshole today baby. Look at this,' I pointed to the computer screen. 'In a few days that's going to be me. I'm going to be fucking you Dan, and I'm going to fuck you till you cum.'

He seemed to come out of his shell a bit, smiled and sat up straighter and took a deep breath, then looked at me with a grin. 'It's just a lot to get used to.'

'But you will Dan, we will, and it'll be wonderful, like a dream come true.' We both smiled together.

I'd never have described myself as a dominant, and still wouldn't, but again the perversity of what I was getting involved in excited me no end.

Horny or not, we had to eat, so went through to the kitchen and I made sammies. We sat at the breakfast bar and as we finished my dirty demon gave me a prod.

'Hey babe, you know, if I sit like this,' I hung my arse off the back of the bar stool, swivelled to face away from Dan and leant forward, 'I bet you can see my asshole.'

'Indeed I can babe,' he agreed.

'So? What are you waiting for?'

Dan was on his knees behind me in an instant, his tongue circling and prodding at my love ring.

'Fuck babe, talk about eager! Anyone would think you were an ass licking slave.'

He paused for a moment and muttered 'I love it. I want to do this every day.'

'You going to enjoy that? Licking my asshole? Huh? With your cock all locked up? Will you like that?'

He didn't answer but he began tonguing me with increased passion.

'Ooh, you do, don't you.' I said, reaching behind me to pull his face in.

'And I'm going to really appreciate that babe, especially when I've had my asshole dicked really hard and it's all swollen and sore. It'll be so good feeling your tongue baby.'

Dan moaned.

A little later I went back to the computer and I saw another email had come in from my Master.

He wrote: I've taken tomorrow afternoon and Monday off. No anal tomorrow but be prepared on Sunday.

I will be at your place at exactly 1pm tomorrow afternoon.

I was instantly the happiest slut in slutsville.

The next morning Dan had given me a kiss and gone to work hours before I got up at 8, I put on some loose sweats that wouldn't leave elastic marks, groped by gym bag and water bottle and went to the supermarket for a few things. Amongst the things I got were three very selectively picked Lebanese cucumbers and a couple of eggplants which I thought might just fit into my cunt, and then went to the gym for an hour.

When I got home I did a bit of yoga, focusing on table and kneeling twists for a while then stripped and, getting on my hands and knees again, twisted to finger my cunt from behind, which was a bit of a stretch but readily doable. Then I went for a long shower before I got too carried away.

Out of the shower I spent lots of time on body lotion, moisturising and doing my hair and trying not to clock-watch.

Then I got dressed in my baggy clothes again, made myself some brunch and had a couple of cups of tea. The clock finally crawled its way round to 11:45 so I grabbed the car keys and opened the front door to find the postie coming up the drive.

'Morning,' he said, presenting a box and then his electric signing thingy.

'It is,' I said, 'A lovely one.' I scrawled my name with a talon and the postie whizzed off on his bike as I ran back into the house, tearing at the box as I went.

Then there was another fight with plastic bubble packaging that I won with the aid of the biggest of the kitchen scissors.

The cage was actually a bit bigger than I'd expected, and there were 4 different sized rings, not 3. There were pictures to show how to put it on but I left that for later and dashed off to the car.

It was just after 12 when I got there and Shell gave me a big smile and a peck on the cheek. I'd gone to school with her and we were close friends. She's really lovely with a wicked sense of humour. She's been divorced for a couple of years and is anything but shy about her newfound lease of sexlife. I like to think that she's not quite as good looking as me, but she's certainly never struggled for male attention and has a great bod.

'Dan's in the back,' she said as she locked the door.

'You two have been having fun by the sound of it. Go on through.'

Dan was stripped and laying on the table, face up and with a towel over his groin, so as I walked round to the other side of the table I whisked it away.

Dan clutched for it. 'Ah, ah,' I said. 'Won't be needing that. Everything from the ears down. Remember?'

Dan scowled at me but was smiling too.

On the other side of the table Shell was goggling at his impressive cock but pulled herself together and said. 'How about we start with you face down Dan? Then you can get used to it a bit, 'eh?'

She looked at me as he flipped over and mouthed O M fucking G!

'Sounds like you're on the losing end Dan, but don't worry,' said Shell as she ran a hand up his calf. 'You're not very hairy, and it's pretty fine, so this shouldn't be too bad darl.'

'Do you do many blokes?' Dan asked.

'Very few. Hardly surprising in a little place like this I suppose,' she replied. 'Never done a full Monty.' she said with a big grin at me.

'Any hints as to what your fate would have been if you lost?'

'Up the bum once a week,' I said with a wink.

Shell cackled and said, 'Bet you're glad he lost!' She mouthed Fucking ouch! at me.

'An hour and a half, yeah?'

''Bout that. How long you got?'

'Only 15 minutes or so,' I said, looking at my phone. I wanted half an hour to get ready for my Master.

'Maybe I should start a bit lower down?'

'Well, I wouldn't want to miss all the fun bits.'

15 minutes later Dan's bum and arse crack were as bald as a baby's. I'd have liked to have seen her do his cock and balls but I had to go. I gave Dan a quick kiss on his bald bum cheek and Shell one on her (face) cheek as I headed for the door.

'Have fun,' Dan said. 'I won't be home till 6 at the earliest. I have to make up some time.'

An extra hour with my Master! What a sweetheart! 'OK baby. I love you!'

As soon as I got home I raced upstairs, stripped and had a quick shower keeping my hair dry. I put on some non waterproof mascara and a bit of lippy, a few dabs of perfume, fussed with my hair then rolled on some black opaque gloss hold-ups with a really high lace top, a black gloss PVC open cup corset, which made my tits look fantastic, then gave my nipples a really hard pinch for 10 seconds.

Lastly I put on my slutiest 12cm ankle strap heels and was ready with a few minutes to spare.

I was glad the waiting was over but so nervous and excited that I thought I might wet myself. As if I wasn't wet enough already.

I went down the stairs carefully, not wanting to break my neck in the stupidly high heels, and went to peep out of the front room window. The last hour had gone so fast but those next few minutes crawled.

Finally, at 2 minutes to, he arrived.

I tottered through to the front door, waited till I heard the car door shut then I opened the door and stood to one side.

Master came in, looking me up and down as he passed and raised his eyebrows. He was wearing a casual lightweight shirt and shorts - the first time I'd seen him dressed down.

He kicked off his slides, put down the leather bag he was carrying and turned to look at me as I closed the door.

Folding his arms he just looked.

'Outstanding,' he said. 'You were made for this Melanie. To be a sexual creature.'

'Thank you Sir. Sir, if I may?' He gave a nod for me to go on, 'May I call you Master? It feels more in keeping with how I feel about you.'

'Very good,' he said with a firm nod and a broad smile. 'Sir or Master.' Now, kneel.'

Master approached as I knelt, undid his shorts and let them drop. He didn't have underwear on so his half hard cock was immediately in front of my face. I looked up, seeking approval and got a smile.

'Now slut, show me how much you love cock.'

I cupped his tight balls with one hand and wrapped my other hand around the growing shaft and devoured it. I kissed it, licked it, made myself gag on it, sucked his balls, slobbered on it, I rubbed the tip against my nipples and the length of it all over my face.

Heaven!

'That'll do slut. Nicely done.' He said as I beamed up at him. He pulled up his shorts and said, 'Now, come along.' He went off down the hall and waited at the lounge door. I started to crawl toward him but he made an up, up motion with his hand. 'A nice idea but too slow. Up.'

In the lounge Master was taking some magazines off the coffee table, a big heavy wooden lump of a thing, then some coasters and a few other bits were moved to a side table leaving the coffee table bare.

From his bag he then took a big black monster of a dildo and banged its suction cup base down on the table top. Then he took out a large bottle of lube with a pump dispenser and put that on the edge of the table.

He walked over to me and pushed two fingers into my cunt. 'Probably no need for the lube yet,' he said with a grin.

'OK. Shoes off and up you get.'

'Please Master, if I could ask?' His raised eyebrows told me to continue so I took the few steps to the mantelpiece and picked up my phone.

'Master, could you take photos now and then? I'd love to have something... like a record.'

Master smiled and accepted the phone., double clicked the power button to turn the camera on, took a pic of my in my slut gear, then turned it off again.

I unfastened the ankle straps, took off my shoes and with Master holding my hand to steady me I stepped onto the table. Master now took a seat on the big plush corner sofa directly in front of the coffee table, folded his arms and crossed his legs.

With a gesture to proceed he said, 'Squat that cunt on it.'

I positioned myself then lowered myself over it, adjusting a bit for alignment when it hit my labia. I grasped the shaft, feeling the girth and, knowing that this would be tight, I pushed down onto it and felt the head bludgeon its way into me. Letting go with my hand I got my body more upright, and looking Master in the eyes I let my weight take me down. The shaft thickened towards the middle and a groan escaped me as the intensity of the stretch grew.

I wiggled my feet into a more balanced position then sat more fully down onto cock till it bottomed out and was supporting quite a bit of my weight. Taking some deep breaths I tried to relax and enjoy exposing and exhibiting myself like this. He'd only been here 5 minutes but the degradation was wonderful already.

'Very good. Now tell me how things went after I left yesterday?'

I did, trying to leave nothing out, though that was easier said than done in my distracted state, not helped by Master taking photos of me from time to time, though that did add an exquisite touch of humiliation.

I explained that my husband had accepted that I'm yours, that you own me now,, that he doesn't get to fuck me anymore, that he's now my cuckold and mine to do with a I wish. I told him that the cage had come and that it was on the kitchen worktop. I explained that Dan was currently being waxed and that he wouldn't be home till 6 at the earliest, but that when he got home I would be locking up his cock.

I also noted how Dan had perked up at the dominatrix anal gifs, and that I'd determined that he was going to be given ample opportunity to have anal orgasms and that I would order a strapon that evening.

Master nodded his approval but noted that he'd already ordered me a strapon harness and some dildos. He mentioned that the dildo I was currently mounted on would also fit the harness, and must have read my mind, or seen something in my face as I imagined fucking my husband with this monster.

'Consider,' he said. 'Your husband fucked you in the arse, yes? And he's very well hung and far bigger than you. Without doing calculations I reckon that he's about 70% bigger than you, so if you were to work up to a dildo about 70% bigger than his penis it would only be fair. No?' About 70% of my brain's operating capacity was currently focused on my cunt, so I couldn't work out what a dildo that big might look like.

Again Master read my mind. '70% of his penis size added to what he already has is probably a bit longer than that one,' he said, glancing at the dong lodged in my cunt. 'Maybe a few centimetres longer, but also 2 or 3 centimetres thicker.'

Wow, I thought. Some of the images and gifs I'd seen had shown guys taking huge toys, and the idea of doing that to my beloved was a massive thrill, but I just couldn't picture it being possible with my Dan.

'It'll take time and practice, but it's maybe not as difficult as you might imagine. I think you'll actually find that you can both take increasingly bigger things analy more quickly than you can stretch your cunt. It's not a race though. We don't want a prolapse.'

No, we didn't, but I'm impatient and I wanted it all now, despite already being painfully full.

'Anyway, he said, 'that's a really good outcome for you both. It involves your husband a great deal, and while his welfare is not my particular concern in and of itself, it's good that you can both grow together.

That's really sweet, thought 30% of my brain. The other 70% was still in la la land with my cunt.

'Oh!' Master said suddenly, 'I nearly forgot. 'He said as he stood and went to his bag. 'The sex shop up in the city is pretty crap, though besides that and a couple of other things,' he nodded towards my lovely rubber tormentor, 'they did have some things I thought you might like.'

From his bag he took a few packages, then stepping over to the edge of the table he offered his hand.

'Up. Off. Shoes on.' he said peremptorily.

My knees were seizing so I was grateful off the steadying hand. I sat on the edge of the coffee table to fasten my shoes, my cunt slurrming the polished wood, then followed Master through to the kitchen where he was opening a couple of boxes.

He then noticed the chastity cage and spent some moments examining it before going back to the shiny things that he took from little black bags and held them up for me to see. They were both shiny, oval, metal ring things, nicely shaped and contoured.

'These,' he said, 'are called ball stretchers. See this segment on the side - it slides out, like this. Feel.'

He passed them to me, one to each hand. They were quite heavy.

'200 grams, 400 grams,' Master said as he tapped one hand, then the other.

My brain being what it is, I immediately wondered if I'd be able to get both on to Dan's poor scrotum at the same time. I knew I'd be trying to get the heavy one on first.

'Now,' said Master, 'these might be a tad awkward and restrict mobility at first, given how big they are, but these,' he held up another package, 'are possibly less problematic on a day to day basis.'

The first thing I noticed was the brand name - Sport Fucker. I had to laugh and Master was grinning from ear to ear. In the clear package were two rubber looking tube things, very flared at each end, like the middle bit of an hourglass, and one was a bit longer than the other.

'Might be fun,' said Master, putting the unopened box down on the worktop.

'Master, I got these this morning,' I said as I took the cucumbers and eggplants out of the shopping bag.

'Good girl!' he said, making me beam, then he turned to the sink, quickly washing and drying the vegetables and his hands.

'Right. C'mon.' And he was off back to the lounge with me tip tapping along in my heels behind him.

'OK,' he said, waving to the sofa. 'Let's see how flexible you are. Lay back and put your legs right back.'

Here goes, another opportunity to exhibit myself and show how good a slut I am.

Sitting on the edge of the soft, plush sofa I lay back, brought my knees up, then pointed my feet toward the ceiling then rotated them down and round till my feet were touching the back of the sofa on each side of my head.

I moved my arms over the backs of my thighs and, taking a shoe hell in each hand, pulled down to push my knees down level with my shoulders. Then I lay my forearms down the backs of my thighs and spread my cunt lips.

Master stood with his arms folded, watching with a big smile on his lips, which of course made me smiley-happy too.

With a big sigh he turned to pull across the big ottoman, grabbed the phone, lube and dildo off the coffee table and sat with his knees on each side of my hips.

I felt wonderfully calm and content as I watched my Master take photos of me then lube his fingers. I knew he was going to hurt me but I wanted it soooo much.

I shuddered as he pushed 2, then 3 fingers into me. It felt wonderful as he pushed and probed. Next he picked up the dildo, lubed it then slid it in till it hit the end of my hole. It was tight, but not too bad at all after the preceding warm up.

He fucked me slowly with it at first, then harder, changing the angle now and then.

After about 5 minutes of this I was positively vibrating, so Master slowly withdrew the dildo from me, making me groan, then looked into my eyes as he spat into my gaping hole, ratcheting up my lust levels another few points.

Wrapping his hand around the shaft of the dildo he said 'this is a good way of judging size,' then showing me the gap between his middle finger and thumb tips he placed 2 fingers of his other hand in the gap, lengthways to the toy.

'Two and a little bit,' he said, then turned to put the dildo on the table and picked up the smaller of the cucumbers. Wrapping his hand around the thickest part he again showed me the gap between fingers and thumb, then put first 2, then 3 fingers between them.

'See? Bigger. Might not look like much but small increments is the way to go.'

He lubed it and my cunt swallowed up the first bit, but then as it got fatter he was having to push harder and I was moaning louder as my cunt told me about the blissful pain. Eventually it bumped past my cervix and bottomed out. Master held it for a moment then stopped pushing and my body immediately started to expel it. Master let it come all the way out, took a photo couple of photos then pumped some more lube into me before repeating the insertion, then he slowly started to fuck me with it. Another few minutes and I was back on the boil, panting and moaning, offering my Master endless whispered thanks for using me like this, for making my cunt his cunt. For making me his cunt.

With the Mk 2 cunt wrecker now gliding in and out quite easily Master went for what was clearly the bigger of the 3. This one, he showed me, was another finger width bigger. He lubed it and started it in till the resistance built up, but kept working it in and out till it hit bottom and then just kept fucking and fucking me with it. I was incoherent with need but niggling discomfort toned down the pleasure a bit, so I was never going to cum this way, though that of course wasn't the goal anyway.

I don't know how long it took, I was in a world of my own, but this one too eventually became easier.

Then, before I could focus on what was happening, the cucumber was gone and a lubed eggplant was pushing into me. This hurt! Master really leaned onto it and twisted and - it went in. All the way.

With the widest point well inside me this one wanted to stay where it was, which left me feeling more full than ever before, but at least it wasn't so tight at the entrance to my cunt, which had been the main source of discomfort.

Now I was feeling less discomfort and more pleasure, in large part from the pressure on my cervix.

I felt sort of breathless though, and couldn't focus on anything, so I just looked at the ceiling as I panted.

Then I felt two wonderfully soothing things. Master had started to gently circling my clit with one slippery thumb and was running the other round and around my asshole.

Looking at him I saw him smile at me. 'Relax,' he said, barely a whisper.

I sort of lost it for a while there and drifted off to a land of pink fluffy clouds.

When I came too Master was leaning on his knees, just watching me, smiling softly. My feet were on the floor and my shoes were off somehow, but my cunt was still stuffed full of eggplant.

'OK?'.

'Yes Master. Very OK. Thank you.'

'Good. Shall we continue?'

I felt a bit bad. I'd zoned out instead of being here to service my owner.

Before I could find words to apologise, Master gathered my legs and swung them up to my right, which turned me sideways, then lifted me bodily along the sofa.

'Lay back,' he commanded, and I found that my head hung over the end, there being no arm at the ends of the corner sofa, which of course meant I'd be getting some cock down my throat. I was pretty sure I wouldn't enjoy the experience but also knew that this was a basic slut skill and that I needed to welcome it as a gift and be grateful.

Master stripped fully this time, then knelt with his hard cock across my face as I tucked my hands under the small of my back.

'Thank you for this Master,' I said as he guided his hardness into my throat.

He started slowly and quite gently built up the forcefulness. I coughed and spluttered a few times and each time Master would pause and let me relax and spit out some slobber before starting again and after a while it started to get easier as I got the breathing right and quelled my gag reflex by squeezing my thumbs, then suddenly it was almost easy, and Masters balls, covered in my saliva, were bouncing hard on my nose, so he must be all the way in. I nearly choked just thinking that, and Master pulled out, spat down into my mouth and went back to throating me.

I was doing it! I was being a proper throat cunt for Masters wonderful cock! I moaned with the ecstasy of it and, maybe thinking something was wrong, Master pulled out. I spat out another big frothy mouthful of spittle and croaked, 'Thank you Master, thank you. Please use my throat, please fuck it hard!'

Master went back to work. He'd previously had one hand holding my hair at the back, but now he grasped a tit in each hand and stared to throat fuck me harder. I was managing to breathe through my nose with my throat open and was very proud of myself.

The grip on my tits tightened and tightened, becoming almost as distracting as the cock in my throat, and then Master let go of my tits and grabbed my nipples, and squeezed very hard as he used them to pull himself into my face-cunt. I thought I might cum just from the mixed pain and pleasure, but just as I got towards the edge Master let go and pulled out as he started to cum. I got the first shot in the mouth and the subsequent spurts over my neck, chin and face.

I was of course disappointed at not cumming too, even though it wasn't allowed, but getting Masters cum, and getting it this way, felt like the most wonderful victory.

Master pulled me upright and watched as I wiped spit out of my eyes, and as I then spat the cum in my mouth into my hand and wiped it onto my right boob.

Master held out a hand and, like last time (was it only yesterday?) he guided me over to the mirror and stood behind me with his hands on my hips.

There was frothy spit in my hair and even in my ears. My neck and jaw were spattered with cum. My right boob was shiny and wet but I also noticed red marks where Masters fingers had dug into me. I hoped that they'd become bruises.

My mascara had run, as intended, but it was mostly on my forehead instead of down my cheeks.

'Slut, you look fantastic,' Master whispered in my ear, and I was simply overjoyed. Using both hands I scooped the cum from my neck and chin and smeared it all across my face like moisturiser, then I made sure both of my lovely big tits were fully covered in cum and spit and finally I ran my fingers through my hair to clean them off.

I did indeed look and feel fantastic. My Masters happiness was obvious, and looking at him in the mirror we both laughed for sheer joy.

Tap tap went Master's finger or thumb on the eggplant still in my cunt. I hadn't exactly forgotten about it but it had been taking a back seat to more pressing matters for a while now.

After taking a few photos of me in my cum-covered glory, Master led me back to the sofa and I was quickly back as I'd been before, legs wide with my feet by my ears.

The stalk end of the fruit was poking out like an obscene fat purple cock end but Master took hold and with me pushing as though I was in labour it came out without too much trouble.

It's hard to explain the empty feeling but it was both good and bad. I must have been wide open because Master leant forward and spat straight into me again.

Next he picked up the lube and pumped in a couple of squirts and, it being a bit cold, that made my cunt clench and spam, which felt really nice in a weirdly painful way.

'Back to work,' said Master and wiggled his eyebrows.

He put lube on his right hand and this time went straight in with 4 fingers, all the way to the thumb. He twisted his hand this way and that a little, making sure the lube was spread around, then tucked in his thumb and with a twisting push he blew my mind.

It really hurt for a brief moment, as the knuckles went through, but after that it was more like having the eggplant back in, though somehow much sexier.

The man who owns me has got his entire hand inside my cunt, I thought to myself, and I could feel my skin tightening as his sperm dried on my face. It just doesn't get much better than this, I thought.

Master started to move his hand back and forth, not much, just a couple of centimetres, but then he started rubbing a finger or knuckle against my cervix. Hard.

'Oh! Oh! Oh!' Fuck that was good!

And now something, maybe the back of his thumb, was pressing against my g-spot, and before long I was racing towards a big cum.

'M, M, M.... Master.... going to....' I grasped his other hand. 'Please! Master, please! Going cum!' I gasped at him as it rushed towards me, though I'm not sure if it was a plea to be allowed to cum or to stop him from forcing me to do so.

Master stopped moving for a while and just watched me intently, took a photo one handed, and when the shuddering had fully subsided he started again, slowly.

I couldn't say how long he kept me like this, but it was a long time. In the midst of it, if you'd asked me my name, I wouldn't have been able to tell you.

And then somehow it was over, and with no fuss or discomfort he'd withdrawn and sat back.

I think I tried to speak but I was told to rest, relax, recover.

A minute or two later and I'd recovered enough to tell my Master how incredible that had been.

'That's good,' he said. 'It'll get a bit less intense as you get used to it.

'Will you do that to me a lot Master?' I asked.

'I will,' he said, but so will your husband. I want you fisted for at least 15 minutes every day. I'd suggest when you first go to bed each evening. Do it without fail unless you're on your period or unless there's something wrong, or until I say otherwise. In a couple of months we'll have you loosened up nicely.'

Every day? A couple of months?

What a wonderful pervert you are, I thought.

I explained that I stayed on the pill constantly, so there'd be few if any period interruptions.

Master held something up, the dildo again, and pushed it into my cunt. Zero resistance. Straight in the full length of my cunt. I didn't even feel it bump past my cervix.

'Progress,' he said. 'Though you'll tighten up again over the next few hours. You'll be sore when your husband does you tonight.'

I was sore already, in a kind of dull ache way.

'Does you'. I liked the sound of being done.

Master sat back on the ottoman a bit. 'Time for a break. I need a drink of water or something.'

I did too, and absently wondered if I could lose enough moisture out of my cunt to become dehydrated.

We went through to the kitchen and I got us both chilled water with lemon. Then, suspecting what might come of it, I told my Master that I needed a wee.

Straight faced he said, 'You know where the bowls are kept don't you?'

Again I got out a bowl, looked at my owner as I pissed in it and gave him a big smile as he took my photo, then I put the bowl by the sink.

'Just wash your hair this time. It'd be a shame to wash the cum off your face, slut.'

So that's what I did, I washed my hair in a bowl of my piss, at the end with Master helping pour out the bowl as I leant to one side over the kitchen sink to keep it off my face. Then I just leant back against the worktop, piss streaming from my hair and down my body as my Master took some photos. I fucking loved it!