I didnāt want to come from anal.
I donāt know why. I believed I wouldnāt be able to, and i didnāt want to try. When he told me I couldnāt touch anymore, that I couldnāt edge anymore until I learn to cum from anal, I was upset.
I told him he was being too mean. Ironic that I, the girl who begged him for cruelty, the girl who swoons when he is cold, would tell him that it was too much, but it was too much. It had been four days of anal only, and I was breaking. I was fragile.
I came home last night, needing him, wanting him, aching for his attention, his care. And he was gentle, sweet. And he said āI found something special for you, baby.ā
Within seconds my mind was fading. Hypnosis is one of those things that I never thought I was into, but works amazingly well on me. Sometimes I forget how to cum. Sometimes I forget my own name. Sometimes Iām just his dirty plaything.
The first time he didnāt even let me touch. I sat there, my legs spread, my eyes closing, my mind fading, my cunt leaking. The second time he let me hump and I humped like I never have before. I came so close, but I couldnāt cum, he wouldnāt let me cum. When it ended, I cried. The third time I was back to anal only.
I listened a few more times but by then my mind was mush. I couldnāt think. I think I cried a bit. He wouldnāt let me touch no matter how much I begged. I listened for more than two hours, over and over and over again, and then I broke.
The aftercare was good. He still wouldnāt let me touch, but I clung to him, wanting him, needing him. He owns me, and I couldnāt do anything except submit to him. My whole mind was his. My whole body gave everything over to him.
But he said I was still on anal only.
We continued today. Thereās so much more that happened today. The crotch rope. The menthol. How much I cried and begged and argued. How scared I got, and how he comforted me. He was so mean to me. I told him I had an idea, and he saidĀ āI donāt want to hear itā, and if I couldāve touched, I wouldāve cum from just that.Ā
I begged to touch my clit while I was fucking my ass. I told him it would feel better if I could touch my clit while fucking my ass.
āI donāt care. Shut up, you little anal whore and fuck it. Your cunt is out of bounds.ā
I cried. I thought about safewording. I told him I wanted to safeword but I also didnāt want to stop it. Eventually, as he soothed me, I calmed down, and I plugged my ass again.Ā
And then, a few hours later, I got some bad news. News we were expecting, but which made me sad anyway. I tried not to shatter, but there were some cracks. I asked to touch again. I begged to touch again.
And after making me listen to the recording one more time, he said yes.
And then I couldnāt stop. I edged, and I listened, and I edged, and I listened again, for hours. Hours, until my clit was sore. I told him it was time to stop, and he said no, keep going. I told him I was getting sore, and he said good. I told him Iād had enough touching and he said, maybe Iād learn to do as I am told then. He said he wanted me on anal only. He said I was a bad girl.
The cracks broke further. I listened to the recording again. And I shattered.
āIām sorry. Iām sorry. Iām so sorry. Please. Please Sir. Iām sorry. I want to be a good girl. Make me a good girl again. Iām sorry.ā
He shushed me.Ā āI know you are. Make your clit suffer for me.āĀ
Who knew touching could turn out to be a punishment.Ā
I got close, so close, too close. I apologised and I begged and I edged and I suffered.
āGood girl,ā he finally said, and relief washed over me. I was his good girl again.
āGood girl. Thatās enough for today. Anal only again tomorrow.ā
I didnāt want to cum from anal only. I didnāt think I could, and I didnāt want to try.
He made me edge until my mind broke.
I still donāt think I can.Ā
He made me edge until my mind broke.
I am still scared of being on anal only.
I still donāt want to be on anal only.
But for him. For him, Iāll try.