Trusting Him

Whatever Milord places on or in me will remain there until he either gives permission or personally removes the item or substance. There will be no no whining or complaining tolerated.

It’s a simple rule, really. One would think. But then he positioned me on the floor, elbows, knees, toes forearms, and forehead touching the ground. Ass up high. He spread my anus with two very well lubed fingers. Works me gently, softly widening my thigh ring. Then he inserts it. Small, slick, smooth. He tells me to clench, to keep it still. If I don’t, I’ll be the to suffer. 

He makes me recite the rule so there will be no questions later.

Whatever Milord places on or in me will remain there until he either gives permission or personally removes the item or substance. There will be no no whining or complaining tolerated.

I smell the whiff of sulfur and hear the snap of fire.

And Wait. Trusting Milord. Surrendering to Him.

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