Sub's Fantasy- Anal Explorations

Background: I am married to the love of my life, who is also my Dom. Sir doesn't fantasize the same way I do, and he even claims he doesn't fantasize at all. One of my weekly tasks is to write a fantasy for him. Sometimes, he incorporates elements of these fantasies into our scenes and playtime. Sometimes, an element I include in a fantasy becomes a protocol or even a rule. Sir has encouraged me to expand on my fantasies and publish them for his enjoyment. Perhaps something you read here will spark an idea you can take into your own playtime.

Disclaimers: All characters are over 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction. Any attempt to reproduce in part or in whole is at your own risk. Be safe in all sexual encounters and obtain consent before attempting any BDSM activity.

I arrive home, and Sir greets me at my car door, as usual. He helps me bring in the multitude of bags I have with me. He does not speak, embrace me, or smile. I know that serious face and what it means; Sir wants to play. My mind settles into its happy state, a submissive headspace that clears away the day's stress and chaos.

Once I empty my bags and the house is tidy again, Sir turns to me and speaks.

"Go shower. Put up your hair so it does not get wet. Clean yourself."

He pauses with a pointed look.

"Everywhere."

I know the meaning of "everywhere." I say, "Yes, Sir," as I hurry to do as he instructed. Sir does not appreciate delays when he is ready to play.

I turn on the shower, clip my hair up, and put on a cap as an extra precaution. Sir sometimes likes to use my hair as an attachment point for his toys, and wet hair is slippery.

I do not want to disappoint him if that is his intention. I try not to assume, though. I have been wrong before, and the anticipation has a deep tingling stirring in my clit. I am thinking of what he plans to do to me, and I know it will include use of my ass. "Everywhere" is a dead giveaway.

I open the shower door and step inside, making sure the water is just warm when it touches my skin. I prefer it much warmer, but I am not showering for enjoyment; I'm doing it to fulfill a task. I also know it will take time to cool, and taking too long may earn me a punishment, or worse, Sir may change his mind.

The water against my sensitive skin has my nipples pulling tight and my awareness centered on my pussy. I wash my body quickly, making sure there's no lingering sweat from the day, and I don't allow myself to enjoy the abrasive feel of the cloth on my skin. I wash my face to remove all traces of makeup. Some people prefer mascara and eyeliner dripping down a face, but my Sir does not.

Once the outside is clean, I attach the adjustable nozzle kept up on a shelf in the shower for this purpose. Removing the shower head from the wand, I screw the nozzle onto the flexible hose and test the pressure and temperature against the inside of my wrist. It is not too warm, and I can turn off the flow easily with my thumb. Using a dab of coconut oil from the same shelf where the nozzle is stored, I lubricate the nozzle tip and bend over the built-in shower bench.

My body hums with anticipation. I line up the nozzle with my anal opening and push gently. The nozzle enters with no resistance. As I adjust the flow to fill my bowels with water, I reflect on the first time I endured this process.

As someone with little anal experience, the first time Sir directed me to clean myself with an enema, I had to do research. I bought a disposable kit and cringed through the process, not straying more than 2 steps from the toilet. Not long after, Sir added daily anal training to my tasks. He required daily plug wear for at least 30 minutes, and I had to prove it either in person or via a photo if either of us was away from home.

Over time, the anal training evolved into larger plugs, longer wear durations, and wearing the plug during trips outside of our home. (This is a story for another day that I will share in the future). Eventually, the enema process became easier as my anal rings relaxed slightly and I became more skilled at taking a plug, or enema, or cock, in my ass.

I think all of this as I wait, bowels full of water. After a few minutes, I expel the water into the drain. My pussy lips are slick as I rinse myself, and I shiver in anticipation. I repeat the process, insert the nozzle, turn on the water, and feel it flow into my pelvic floor. I have a fleeting notion to touch myself, but I know better.

I repeat the process several times until the water runs clear and I feel that empty gut feeling that signals I have accomplished my task. I remove the nozzle, set it aside to clean, turn off the water, and wipe down the shower. This is also part of the process Sir requires to ensure no remnants of my cleaning are left behind. I quickly dry myself and remove the cap and clip from my hair before going into the room we use for play.

Sir is there, waiting patiently, with all his tools laid out neatly on the table beside him. I quickly take note of the speculum, the clamps, the restraints, and the gag. That last one tells me this will be intense and prolonged. Sir only uses the gag when he intends to spend a long time on my ass.

I present myself to him, kneeling with knees wide apart, arms interlocked behind my back, breasts forward, and head up with my eyes meeting his. He smiles, and my heart and pussy melt in sync.

"Good girl," he says as he moves behind me, placing my collar around my neck and kissing me just behind the ear, as is his ritual.

I wait patiently, feeling the first trickle of my juices on the inside of my thigh as he attaches cuffs to my wrists and ankles. He taps me twice on the shoulder, a cue I know means to stand.

Sir walks back in front of me, clipping a metal chain to the clasp at the front of my collar and letting it hang between my breasts. Then he picks up the clover clamps, and I tense. I have a love/hate relationship with those nasty fuckers. He massages my left breast, squeezing and kneading, then flicking and pinching as he works his way to the nipple.

Once he is satisfied that I am sensitized, he opens the clamp and, once it is lined up, quickly lets go. The bite is intense, and I fight to remain still and quiet. Moving or making noise may earn a punishment, which will likely mean more torture with these clamps.

He lets it hang for a moment, watching my face for the reaction he knows I am fighting to hide. He picks up the second clover clamp, and I take a steadying breath as he repeats the process of squeezing, kneading, flicking, and pinching. The bite is always worse with the second clamp. I let out a puff of air and tighten my core to stay steady.

He smiles, then uses a thin wire to thread the end of one clover clamp, passes it through the metal chain between my breasts one inch above the natural level of my nipples, and through the end of the opposite clamp. When he is done, the clamps are raised slightly away from my body and twisted in towards each other, twisting my nipples inward in the process. I fight not to bend forward, but I can't escape a single whimper.

Sir's head shifts instantly, his gaze leaving my breasts to meet my eyes.

"Something wrong?" he asks.

I don't dare to reply.

"Maybe you need some help to stay quiet," he muses to himself.

I know deep down this was part of his plan all along. He knows how to break me, and the clover clamps never fail to make me moan.

He picks up the gag, placing it in my mouth before buckling it behind my head. He kisses my cheek softly as he finishes and resumes his work. I stand still, held in place by my submission and desire to please Sir.

Sir moves swiftly to place cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He adjusts the spreader bar and moves my legs as he attaches it to my ankle cuffs. My arms are brought behind my back, clasped together, but not secured. Yet.

He bends me over the padded bar, precisely at my waist height. He made it to my dimensions so he has minimal adjustments to make during these sessions. My breasts, now hanging down, are pulled even tighter by the clamps that are held at their original height through the chain. The drool begins to pool at my feet as I focus on breathing and close my eyes to visualize the pleasure I know will come.

I feel Sir's touch on my right ass cheek, followed by the cool air on my puckered anus as he pulls my cheek wide. He holds it there, inspecting what is his for a few moments, before releasing.

"Your ass looks beautiful on display for me," he says. "Let's see if we can display it some more."

I feel the lubrication as he dribbles it from the top of my ass, down my crack, and lets it drip onto the floor. I hear the unmistakable sound of a glove, followed by the touch of his finger on my puckered hole. Without a word, he pushes a finger inside, lubricating my anus and warming me up.

His finger disappears, and I momentarily flash to the pain in my nipples as the distraction is gone. Breathing deeply, I feel the cool metal against my anus as the speculum makes contact. My awareness recenters, focused on my most private part, which Sir now controls.

The speculum tip slides in without protest, and I fight the shudder of pleasure that wants to escape. My eyes are squeezed shut as I focus on the sensation. He pushes deeper, and the muscle parts easily.

He makes the first adjustment. My mouth opens around the gag, allowing a gurgling, breathy sound to escape. I feel his hand rubbing my left ass cheek as he pauses for a moment.

"So pretty," I hear him say, and I squeeze my inner muscles to keep from cumming.

The stretching sensation resumes, and I know he is opening my hole wider. He pauses again, rubbing my cheek and squeezing gently.

"How are we doing, my good girl?" he asks. My head bobs, the only way I can show I'm ok. I am, in fact, better than ok. I am blissful through the pulling and pinching in my nipples, the pressure against my hips from the bar, and the stretching in my ass.

Sir makes another adjustment, and I almost cry out. I am stretched wide. My inner walls are fully exposed to his view. I can feel the air touching my inner walls, and I break out in a sweat and shiver slightly.

Sir's hands soothe and relax me as I adjust to being stretched wide. Once my body regulates, Sir places a gloved finger against my inner walls, and they try to clench around him. He fucks my ass with 2 fingers, then 3, then 4, until I am once again trembling and shaking my head, trying desperately not to cum without permission. He ignores my dilemma, concentrating on the pleasure he derives from using my body.

Once he is done exploring, he slowly releases the speculum and removes it from my hole. I can feel the rings of muscle slowly trying to close, but still loose from the prolonged stretch.

My nipples make themselves known again, throbbing deeply with the heat that comes from prolonged use of the clamps. I am desperate for any distraction from the pain and give the slightest shimmy of my ass. The pain is instant, and I register the sound a split second later. Sir's handprint will likely be visible for several minutes, but the pain served the purpose of making me forget my tortured breasts for the moment.

I hear movement behind me, followed by more lube dribbled on my crack and the cold press of metal once again at my rear. It takes only a moment to recognize the instrument. The unforgiving ball of the anal hook is pressed down against the wall separating my ass and my cunt. It pops in with little resistance and sinks deep. The tugging sensation comes with the feel of my hands being adjusted, and I hear the "click" of the clasp closing. My ass is now connected directly to my hands. Any movement of my arms serves the dual purpose of tugging on the hook and ball buried in my anal cavity and simultaneously jostling the clamps attached to the chain between my breasts.

I hear movement, then the snick of the door latch, followed by silence. Sir left. He left the room, closed the door, and left me bent over, spread, clamped, plugged, and gagged. I let myself moan out loud for the first time today. I focus on processing every sensation. Each micromovement of my hips jostles my nipples and forces the bar against my hips. A twitch of the wrist translates to a tugging sensation in my ass. The fan overhead cools the sweat on my skin. I shiver slightly, igniting sensations in every part of my body except one.

My pussy is aching, empty, and ignored. My juices are dripping between my legs, sticky and cold against my thighs. I am desperate to be filled and fucked.

I hear the door reopen and Sir's footsteps across the room. The gag is removed, and a straw is placed at my lips.

"Drink," he says, and I wiggle my jaw before greedily sucking on the straw, drawing the cold water into my mouth. I sigh when I finish, and Sir sets the cup aside on the table next to where I am bound.

Sir bends down to make eye contact before he speaks. "I am going to fuck you. You will not cum. You will not move. You will not make a sound."

I want to cry, but I am far too deep into a submissive space to do anything but nod.

"Words," he says sternly.

"Yes, Sir," I say, knowing he expects acknowledgment. "I will not cum. I will not move. I will not make a sound while you fuck me."

"Good girl," he says, running his hand down my hair, over my shoulder before giving my left breast a slight squeeze.

I want to scream in agony and pleasure, but I remain as still as possible.

"Up on your toes," he instructs, and I comply.

He slams his cock into my wet cunt with no warning. The need to react is almost overwhelming. My breasts sway, my nipples are pulled tight, the bar digs into my hips, and the ball in my ass is jarred. He repeats this movement several times, testing my willpower to remain still and silent. I want to please him. That thought alone prevents me from breaking down.

He stops, and I want to sob in relief and from the desire to cum.

"Your choice in how I finish," he says. "Cunt or ass?" I rejoice at the choice, knowing he only offers me an option when he is very pleased with my performance.

"Sir, please fuck my ass. I want to feel you deep until you cum inside me."

"As you wish," he replies, and I feel the clasp at my wrists release and the ball of the anal hook twisting as it falls from my stretched asshole with a "plop".

He unclasps my wrists and instructs me to hold on to the bar at my waist. I grab on tightly, knowing this will be fast and rough.

He dribbles more lube on my ass before I feel the pressure and sting of his cock entering my stretched hole. Despite all of the preparation, his cock never fails to stretch me most deliciously. He slides deep, fucking his way into my rear hole, driving me forward.

My focus is recentered on my nipples, which are tightly compressed and dark from the prolonged pressure. Sir reaches around, grabbing the flesh of my breasts and using them as leverage as he grinds his pelvis against my ass cheeks. I attempt to arch into him to relieve the pressure. I know it is futile. The pain is part of his pleasure.

He drives into me for long moments, full thrusts in and out as my body is rocked forward and my breasts swing against the clamps. His hands roam my breasts as he bends over me, buried deep in my rear hole.

With no warning, he grabs the clamps and removes them in one swift movement, pinching and kneading my nipples as he slams his cock into my ass again and again. I am fighting every urge to cum, scream, move, and beg. He continues to pound into me. I know my hips will be bruised for several days, but I don't care.

I feel his intensity rise as he nears release. His hands dig into my tit flesh, and his cock grinds deep into my asshole. He grunts and then cries out as I feel his hot seed shoot deep into my colon. I remain still, accepting his gift until he is spent and his hips come to rest against my well-used ass.

He kneads both ass cheeks with his hands before slowly pulling out of me. I am surprised and cannot help but arch my back as I feel cold metal once again against my rear hole. A plug is inserted, and I sigh with resignation.

Sir stands, stretches, and then begins the process of releasing me from my restraints. When he is done, he helps me stand. His arms surround me in a tight embrace, and my cheek rests against his chest. My brain is slow to release from the state of submission I have been in for the entire session. His hand soothes all of my sore muscles, coming to rest on my ass cheeks, which he kneads shortly before patting me.

"When you are ready, go clean yourself up. Do not remove the plug. It will remain until bedtime, or you need to shit."

I blush at his coarse words. After everything he subjected me to, talking about going to the bathroom has me squirming in discomfort. My brain is a mystery, even to myself.

I follow his instructions, walking slowly and gingerly to the bathroom, where I warm a washcloth before wiping myself clean. My arousal is evident all over my lower body, and my clit throbs with desire, but I ignore it. I have no choice.

Once I am clean, I reenter the room, where Sir has busied himself with cleaning up. I move toward him automatically, not stopping until our chests collide, and I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my nose in his chest.

"Thank you, Sir," I mumble into his chest, placing kisses along his pecs and sternum.

"You are welcome, baby. You were such a good girl for me today."

"Thank you, Sir," I repeat, glowing from the praise.

I move to the bedroom and curl up in bed, trusting that Sir will finish the cleanup and join me when he is done. The perk of being the submissive in this relationship is getting to bask in the afterglow and reflect on the experience. I still need to cum, but the desire is secondary to my joy at pleasing Sir.

Sir joins me soon after, holding me close and letting me doze for long minutes as I come down from the high. Once he is satisfied that I am recovered enough, he reminds me to keep the plug in place and then leaves the room.

Reality settles over me. I have dinner to prepare, calls to make, and animals to care for. My throbbing nipples and sore ass are a constant reminder as I work through the rest of my day, hoping that Sir will reward me with an orgasm later if I please him. It is a long shot, but always worth a try. Sir enjoys the suspense as much as he enjoys stretching my tight ass hole open for his viewing pleasure. I sigh, not knowing when I will get to cum or what he has prepared for my ass again before the day is out. I try not to think about it, knowing he will make his intentions clear when he is ready.

My pussy clenches, ready for whatever he has planned next.