You waited, heart hammering, knowing the worst was still to come. Master B had been patient and measured so far, but instinct told you that his self-control was slipping, that his desire was taking over.

Your ankles were cuffed to the legs of the bench, a leather strap pressing across your back, forcing you to lean forward. You twisted and kicked, trying to free yourself, but every movement only reminded you of your immobility.

The room was pitch dark, except for a single spotlight tracing the curves of your body. The light glanced across your bare skin, highlighting the way your hips spread beneath it. You forced yourself not to look, forcing your gaze to the floor, though the warmth of the light and the attention it implied made your pulse quicken.

A dull ache began at the back of your skull, a reminder of the blood rushing from your exertion, but you ignored it. Every second stretched out, every shadow seemed to move, and you knew he was watching, waiting, ready to take the next step.

Luckily, your long hair was pulled back into a pigtail, held by the open-faced leather hood. The bit-gag pressed firmly in your mouth, smudging your red lipstick and letting slow droplets of saliva fall to the floor.

You wore your favourite tights, short black boots, a boned leather corset, and matching gloves. Your chest was bare, pressed into the soft buttery leather of the bondage bench, every movement restricted.

A click and the dimmer shifted. The spotlight on you softened while other lights brightened, revealing the full expanse of the red dungeon. Chains hung from the ceiling, shelves lined with toys, some familiar, some strange, some absurdly large as if meant only to intimidate. Fear prickled along your spine, but so did curiosity. You smiled faintly at the familiar shapes, remembering past encounters, while your eyes lingered on the new, mysterious devices.

You could hear the rustle of a shirt and of trousers and footsteps of leather shoes of a large man on a tiled floor. Your boots scraped along the floor, trying to adjust your position and not being able to achieve this. You waited for the dungeon’s owner to walk in sight as another drop of drool dropped from your gagged mouth. The man never stepped in front of you.  You strained to see the dungeon’s owner, expecting him to step into the spotlight, but he never appeared. Instead, a sharp snap of latex gloves echoed through the room, followed by the slick hiss of lubricant hitting skin.

You gasped as a hand suddenly slapped your pussy. You grunted into your gag; ‘Guuh!’ The man slapped suddenly and without any sort of rhythm. After the third slap the surprise had worn off and the fourth slap actually hurt. You wondered if he was now going to thrust his fingers in to your intimate area as he had done many times before. You spread your legs and braced yourself for what was to come. The fingers didn’t come for this pussy this time. Long strong digits rubbed the anus softly and gently, and eventually two longer fingers slowly slid inside the rectum and pushed forward large globules of lubricant. You gasped as the nerve endings were stimulated inside your anus and the fingers rhythmically massaged your passage from the inside out. This went on for some time and you had to remind yourself to breath as more and more fingers were introduced inside your anal passage. Your anus squelched with the half liter of anal lubricant that was introduced to your back orifice. Eventually the man stopped, and the knuckles that were on the threshold of entering your anus retreated slowly and left your ass completely. You gasped as you heard a loud squirting sound as the man hand left your anus. You took the opportunity to take some deep breaths and examine the shape of saliva on the floor beneath your chin.

The man had walked away and was slowly taking his clothes off in the corner, just beyond your field of vision. You could hear the jangle of his keys, the clank of his belt buckle. Eventually you heard the padding of bare feet on the cool black tiles. You heard more hissing and squishing sounds and a dull thud as a box had been opened and closed. The sound of  bare feet padding came to closer to you and without warning a sudden pressure was introduced to your anus. It was large, hard and wet whatever it was. Too hard to be cock, too large to be human. As you groaned in agony a large purple buttplug was pressed firmly inside your rectal passage. Two hands pulled apart your buttocks and helped you to adjust your passage to the new intruder inside your ass. You gasped and groaned as your buttocks were pulled this way and that. Eventually, the purple plug was firmly seated inside you.

The man pulled out some wet wipes and carefully wiped the spilt lubricant from your buttocks and away from the flared base of the plug, the only part that was still visible. You could think of little else as the large piece of rubber nestled firmly inside your anus. You groaned and felt some self-pity. You looked down and noticed the pool of drool beneath you had widened. Just then, you heard a creak and felt two hands grab hold of your hips and a condom-sheathed cock slide into your most intimate of places, that had been very wet for an hour now. The first insertion was experimental, but the next one was more deliberate with the following blows becoming thrusts of increased depth and intensity. You bit down hard on your gag as you fought for control of your feelings, balancing the helplessness of your bondage, the vulnerability of your costume, with the violation of the buttplug and the naked lust of the hungry cock entering you.

You gave in to your feelings and endured the mindless sex that been planned for you all week. You spread your legs wider to accept your master’s savage gift and kept your legs spread after he came inside you the first time and the second time. And yet he remained hard.