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Subordinate Part 4 (mf bond anal)



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   Subordinate Part 4 (mf bond anal)



   I was sitting on a bench along one of the more traveled pathways which
crisscrossed our lovely campus, trying to grade those goddamn freshman
seminar papers.  I say "trying" because I wasn't really doing anything more
than holding them, as I watched Katie walking with a few other girls across
the other side of the quad.



   There is a feeling that you get sometimes, when you see someone or
something that is "yours" in action.  I felt like I wanted to stand up and
shout to the first student walking by that that girl - the hot piece of ass
walking over there - she was mine.  She was hot, but really she was *mine*.
I flipped to the last page of the paper I was holding, and scribbled an F,
for failing to hold my attention.



   I'd already dispatched an email to Katie, instructing her to show up on
Friday night, wearing only a single piece of cloth.  Any more would garner
punishment.  And she was already in the doghouse so to speak from her last
visit to my home.



   I closed my eyes, letting my mind cherish the anticipation of the
weekend.  I decided that the dichotomy between her willingness and feelings
for me on the one hand, and my raping and forcing on the other was what
made my time with her so delicious.  She'd begged me for it the night
before, and I could see the glimmer in her eyes which suggested that she
was doing this for more than just fear of her career.  There were also
moments, like when I shoved her off the bed, in which I was quite sure that
she desired more than anything to castrate and kill me.  I was in love with
the wonderful art of keeping her riding the razor-thin edge between those
two extremes.



   ***



   Saturday night eventually did arrive, but it took its sweet time.  I'd
already decided on my plan for the evening, and so when Katie showed up,
she was quite surprised to see me dressed nicely, waiting by the door for
her.  She had followed my instructions, wearing a long dress with a
swooping neckline (no bra, as per instructions, I noted), which showed off
her assets admirably.  I put my hands on her shoulders and rotated her
through 360 degrees, admiring her.  Then I stuck my hand up under her
dress.



   She balked at my invasion, gasping as I ran my hand through her freshly
shaved pussy.  I withdrew my hand, smiling, as she turned beet red and
looked away.  I could tell that getting her cunt felt up on a professor's
front porch was a new thing for her.



   Without stopping to explain my plans, I started walking towards my car.
She followed, getting in as I indicated.



   I drove for a ways, taking us to a nice restaurant, one that was outside
the radius of the vast majority of students from the college, both in terms
of price and of distance.  The maitre d had our table reserved and seated
us, leaving us with the menus and each other.



   Katie looked pretty confused - I doubt she'd planned on any sort of
public appearance, or had expected that I'd take her out after the fairly
rude treatment she'd received the morning after our last meeting.  I smiled
at her discomfiture, watching her look around in confusion and
embarrassment.



   The waiter took our orders, and still no word had been said between
Katie and I.  I decided that I might as well go ahead and let her in the
agenda for the evening.



   "There's good news and bad news, my dear.  The bad news is that you're
still at least one punishment in the hole.  The good news is that I'm going
to give you a choice for what it shall be.  How does that sound?"



   Katie looked mortified that I would discuss such things in a place as
nice as this, but I'd deliberately requested a corner table away from other
customers.  After another frantic look around, she looked back at me and
answered, "I guess that sounds good, but then again, I suppose it doesn't
really matter how it sounds to me, right?"



   I nodded in agreement, and leaned back in my chair.  The waiter brought
our appetizers out.  I watched Katie squirm, clearly unused to not wearing
underwear.  I let the silence hang.  I wanted her to ask.



   "So what are my choices then," she asked.  I smiled back at her, and
leaned in.



   "Choice one is that you learn how to deep-throat me.  Overcome the gag
reflex and learn how to swallow my cock.  I'll make a first-class
cocksucker out of you yet." I watched her swallow and pale, and I could see
her mentally ruling out that choice.



   "Choice two is that I fuck you up the ass.  We'll work up slowly, but
I'm going to fuck your brains out if you pick this choice.  I've been
saving all week." Katie turned from ghost white to bright red as she
considered the possibility of getting backdoored.  I watched her ruling
that one out too, and already settling for the last choice.  This was going
to be good.



   "Choice three is that I fist you.  Since that doesn't involve me getting
off, I'll probably fuck you first to get my kicks in and loosen you up. 
Again, we'll take it slowly, but I will have gotten my whole hand up your
cute twat before we go to bed." I smiled her my evil smile, as I watched
her panicked reaction.



   "I don't think it would fit....  You can really do that?" She asked in
wonder, panic forgotten for a moment.



   "Yeah - think about it.  A baby is a lot bigger than my fist, and that's
what it was designed to handle.  If you take your time, its really not all
that incredible," I responded earnestly.  I could see her reviewing her
choices, ruling each of them out again, winding up with nothing and
starting over.



   "You don't have to decide until we get back," I told her as our dinner
arrived.  I could see the worry distracting her though, as I enjoyed my
duck, which was quite excellent.  Perhaps we should come back here
sometime, I thought, as I listened to the grinding noise the wheels in
Katie's head were making.



   ***



   I could see Katie thinking about it all through dinner.  Fisting just
sounded painful - I can't image the thought of something that big could be
a nice one, irrespective of where it was headed.  Then again, there was
likely to be a good deal of stigma surrounding anal penetration.  Judging
to the reaction of the double dong we used last weekend, I had to think
that that wouldn't be an especially great option either.  And that left us
with the deep-throat.  As I ate another bite of my excellent steak, I
settled on that as the most likely piece of education for the night's
activities.



   Dinner was eaten mostly in silence, but talked turned to current events
when dessert arrived, a topic of interest to us both as students of
history. Katie was sharp - I'd almost managed to forget that in light of my
recent habit of seeing her as the object of my lust.  As coffee arrived, I
decided to make her a TA - something that was virtually unheard of for a
lowly undergrad, especially in a department as prestigious as mine.  That
should keep things interesting.



   I paid the check, giving Katie the most patronizing smile I could
manage. A smart girl like her ought to realize that more could be made of a
connection like this than just sexual gratification.  It would be
interesting to see how long it would take her to come to that.  We drove
home mostly in silence, as the time for Katie's choice neared.



   When we arrived at my house again, I parked the car, and, proffering my
arm to her, I escorted her inside and down into the basement.  I hung my
sport coat on a peg near the stairs, stripping off my shirt.



   Now I'm not going to say I was ripped or stacked or anything.  But I did
pump my iron on a daily basis, and what time had left me with certainly
wasn't bad.  Suffice it to say that removing my shirt was not an
embarrassing act.



   Without being told, Katie tugged her dress downwards, letting it fall
into a pile at her feet, leaving her completely naked save for the
high-heeled black sandals she wore.  I admired her figure for not the first
time, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment.



   "So what's it to be?" I asked, waiting.  I watched her look at the
ground, her mind re-evaluating her earlier choice.



   In a very soft voice, I heard her simply say, "Anal."



   Letting my voice be sharp, I replied harshly.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
catch that.  Did you just ask me to fuck you up the ass?"



   Repeating my words, head still downcast, she answered, "Please fuck me
up the ass."



   Still not satisfied that I was getting the proper response, I gave her a
piece of my mind.  "First, for not asking properly the first time, I think
you just earned yourself 5 strokes with a paddle.  Second, I believe you
forgot who it is that you are addressing.  Care to try again?"



   "Please fuck me up the ass, sir." That was much better.  I could see
tears already beginning to form in Katie's eyes, and I could almost feel
the dread which accompanied what she was anticipating.  I was mildly
curious why she'd chosen this option.  As it turns out, I later discovered
that she had an unusually strong gag-reflex, and just the thought of me
sticking my cock down there was almost enough to make her loose her dinner.



   I took Katie by the arm, leading her over to the wall, where I selected
a paddle which resembled a slightly larger version of an old all-wood ping
pong paddle.  I held it up for her approval, which was not exactly
forthcoming, and then led her over to a chair.  I sat down, and beckoned
for her to lie on my lap, as if she were a school-girl getting paddled for
cheating on homework.  It was an awkward position, only made more awkward
by the nature of the situation, and I wanted to maximize her discomfort.



   "You will count the strokes.  If you miss, we start over.  Understood?"
She choked back the sobs and hummed agreement.  I immediately brought the
paddle down hard on her bare ass, eliciting a yelp and jerk from the girl
on my lap.



   "What was that, young lady?" I asked.



   "Yes master.  Sorry sir." She said through the sobbing.



   "Ok," I replied, "we're starting now." I brought the paddle down hard
again, making a loud smack noise and leaving a large circular red mark on
her ass cheek to match its partner from a moment earlier.  Through the
gasping and crying, I heard Katie say, "one."



   I could feel her bracing for the second strike, but I waited, letting my
hand run over her bare buttocks, spreading them, kneading them.  What could
I say?  The girl had a first rate ass.  I brought the paddle down 3 times
in swift succession, alternating cheeks.  She didn't cry out, but counted
them in a quavering voice which told me I wasn't far from breaking through
her thin emotional self-control.  I put the paddle down for a moment,
letting my hand run between her legs.



   Her pussy was stone dry.  I guess getting paddled didn't turn her on
that much.  I licked my finger, letting it find its way back to her crotch,
letting it run through her dry folds.  I leaned forward and let a glob of
spit fall into the crack of her ass to ease the job, as I picked up the
paddle with my other hand.



   Given the poor angle, blows 5 through 8 were weaker, but didn't
interrupt my manipulation of her pussy.  I let my free hand cup her, using
my thumb to gently rub her clit and tease her labia, as my paddle hand
delivered blow 9, catching her completely off guard.  She counted it
dutifully though.



   I could tell that my work was having some effect, and although she
wasn't dripping wet, I was pretty sure she was in some form of arousal.  I
laid the last smack with the paddle dead center, hearing her count if off
through her now steady crying.  I dropped the paddle, the better to
concentrate on her in other ways.



   I let my one hand continue to manipulate her, as I used my other to
spread her butt open.  I began to push my middle finger into her snatch,
going shallow at first, but deeper as her body reacted to the attention.



   I pulled my hand out, and held it up to her face, pressing it against
her mouth.  I can't imagine she was thrilled by the idea of sucking on
something which had been stuck up her twat 2 seconds earlier, but she
sniffled and sucked on my two first fingers as I swirled them around in her
mouth.  When I felt there was a good coating of spit, I withdrew them, and
reinserted my middle finger into her twat.  I began to press against her
pink anal opening with the index finger, feeling her tense against my
intrusion.



   After I overcame her initial resistance, my finger slid in quite easily,
up to the knuckle.  I worked it in and out, twisting it and watching the
humiliation and disgust flowing across Katie's face.  And also, albeit in
brief flashes, the pleasure, if I'm not mistaken.  I withdrew the finger,
and picked up a toy from under the seat where I'd left it earlier.



   It outwardly looked like a very small dildo or similar tool, black and
about as big around as my thumb.  However, emerging from the bottom was a
narrow black rubber hose, which ended in a bulb of the sort used to
pressurize those blood-pressure collars.  I rubbed the dildo through
Katie's pink pussy folds, letting it become coated with her natural
lubricant, before moving it higher, and pressing it into her ass.  I could
hear her groan as it entered, leaving only the hose protruding from her
nether entrance.



   I gently pushed Katie off my lap, letting her stand up.  The hose and
bulb hung down from between her butt-cheeks like some bizarre tail.  I
could see her looking down at it in confusion.  Reaching between her legs,
I picked it up, and gave it a little squeeze.



   Katie's eyes widened (and I'm sure her anus widened too), as its purpose
became evident.  I passed the bulb back between her legs, so it was
sticking out behind her.



   "Lets head upstairs to the bathroom," I told her.  She nodded silently,
and we headed for the stairs.  I was still holding the bulb, and every few
seconds as we walked out of the basement, across the first floor, and up to
the second, I would give it a squeeze.  By the time we arrived in the
bathroom, I thought it had achieved a reasonable size.



   I had Katie bend over and hold her ass open, as I pulled the inflatable
dildo out.  It was covered in shit, which was what we were about to fix.  I
reached into a box I'd brought up earlier, and pulled out a nice gag and
collar.  I fixed the collar around her neck, and the gag around her head.
It was one of the kind that have straps which go over the head too, in sort
of an inverted Y shape.  I've always found that look exciting, and it
looked good on her.  I stood back to admire her, telling her had 5 minutes
to empty herself, after which I would do the emptying.



   I waited outside, hearing frantic bowel movements.  When 3 minutes had
elapsed, I let myself back in.  Grabbing her by the collar, I pulled Katie
upright off the john.



   "Grab your ankles," I commanded, but she just stood there trembling and
looking at me.  I pushed her over, noting the hesitation as grounds for
future punishment.  I left her bent over for a minute, as I prepared an
enema from the box.  When it was nice and full of warm water, I hung it
from the shower curtain rod and inserted the nozzle into Katie's anus.



   She stayed bent over, which must have taken some focus, but other than
that, I could tell Katie wasn't familiar with this treatment.  It took her
a minute to realize exactly what was going on, but she looked somewhat more
relieved when she figured it out.



   When the enema bag was almost empty, I took it down, and yanked the plug
from Katie's ass.  Guiding her to stand back up by the collar, I instructed
her to give me a handjob.  I caught her panicked look, and explained that I
needn't explain what would happen if she messed my bathroom.  Or if she
didn't obey.  She immediately got down on her knees gingerly, and had my
pants around my ankles in no time flat.  The handjob wasn't any good, but
the expressions in anticipation of immanent disaster which graced her
gagged face more than made up for it.



   When I judged she was just about to bust, I released her from her
duties, and turned to leave her to empty herself.  When I judged she was
done, I returned, and lead her back downstairs by the collar.



   Leaving her to stand for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, I put a
small wooden box up on the large bondage table which graced the center of
the dungeon.  I then retrieved a set of cuffs, and affixed them to her
wrists and ankles.  I instructed her to hop up on the table, and get on her
hands and knees over the box, so that she could her stomach on it.  Using
some chain which was already attached to the table, I secured her, leaving
her with her ass high, and her legs splayed.



   I'm not one who believes things should be made any more difficult than
they need to be, so I began to lay out my tools in front of Katie, much to
her increasing horror.  First, I put out a large bottle of lube - I wanted
this to be semi-pleasurable, and, besides, friction burns on the dick are
just no good.



   The next thing I laid out was a rectal speculum.  Imagine a hollow
stainless steel dildo, split in half down its length, with each half
mounted on the opposing ends of a pliers.  Basically, by squeezing the
handles together, the gap between the two halves of the split steel dildo
would widen, with the effect of stretching her ass.  It had a set screw,
which could be tightened to hold the pliers open to a certain amount.  I'd
picked up this nice toy on Ebay - it was actually once used for medical
inspections, and was about to find a new use in preparing Katie's ass.



   Still standing in front of her, I coated the speculum with a generous
amount of lube, making sure it was completely coated.  I opened and closed
the jaws for her inspection; she just closed her eyes with a pained look.



   To keep things interesting for her, I fished a butterfly vibrator out of
one of my cabinets.  Sliding my tools around to the opposite end of the
table, I climbed up and started setting things up.



   First the butterfly was secured with elastic straps around her waste, so
it would be pressed firmly against her clit and pussy.  I turned it on,
setting to low via a small remote on a wire.



   Now the fun could start.  I pressed the cold steel speculum against her
upturned anus, watching her ass clench in protest against the invasion of
the cold instrument.  Holding it so the handles of the pliers pointed
upwards, I continued to push, as it overcame the resistance of her
sphincter and slid home.  In its closed position, the speculum isn't much
bigger than the inflatable dildo had been at first.  I decided to give her
a minute to adjust, as I retrieved some nipple clams from a drawer on the
other side of the room.



   Tits like Katie's were made to be tortured.  To my thinking, the best
thing about good-sized breasts is the expanded options for tying and
clamping them.  And Katie's generous rack was just begging for some
attention.



   Before starting work though, I reached behind her, and gave the speculum
a little squeeze.  I could feel the resistance as Katie fought the
expansion, but once the set screw was set, resistance was futile.



   Using some thing nylon cord, I put a few wraps around her bust-line,
before wrapping the base of each breast, causing them to bulge slightly and
turn a nice shade of pink.  I tied the line off, and opened the speculum
more before I returned to the question of clamping.



   I'd selected a nice set of tweezer clamps, which I now affixed to her
engorged nipples, to the accompaniment of some low moaning and a few tears
from Katie.  I paused to wipe the tears from the gag assembly, and pat her
on the head.  This was going to be so good.



   I reached back and gave the speculum another little squeeze, as more
tears rolled down her pretty face.  I almost felt bad, but she'd come to
enjoy it eventually.



   Taking my attention off her face, I returned to her posterior.  I judged
that the speculum was approximating the diameter of my dick, so there was
not really any point in pushing it further.



   I quickly yanked the instrument from her ass, watching her hole gape
open for a few seconds, as if it hadn't yet realized it could now close.  I
have to say that that phenomenon is one of my favorite parts of anal sex -
watching a girl's hole wink shut when its friend disappears.



   Anyways, it was now time for the coup de grace, as I dropped my drawers
and smeared some extra lube on my dick.  The first time is always the
hardest, I thought as I lined up with Katie's ass.



   Despite the stretching and preparation, I don't think anything can
adequately prepare a girl's ass for its first dick.  I slid in against
Katie's ass's wishes, watching inch after inch disappear, as Katie squealed
and sobbed under the gag.



   When I'd bottomed out, I rested for a moment, feeling the wonderful
tightness of her ass wrapped around my dick, as the impaled girl continued
to sob under me.  Leaning forward, I slipped one hand under the vibrator
gently into her moist folds as I whispered in her ear.

   "Dear, I'm afraid the ass-fucking is inevitable.  Crying and fighting it
is only going to make it hurt and feel worse.  Just relax," I told her, as
I gently manipulated her, "and try to enjoy it for what it is.  I'll take
it easy if you try not to fight it."



   I could hear her trying to choke back the sobs from behind the gag, as
she made a valiant effort to stop crying.  When I thought she was ready, I
slowly withdrew my cock, until only the head remained lodged in her pink
asshole.  I waited until Katie relaxed her ass a little before I started
pushing back in.  Each time she seized up, I would stop and wait for her to
relax, all the while continuing my work with my hand and whispering
encouragement in her ear.



   Once she'd relaxed enough, I established a rhythm, sliding my dick
slowly but firmly into and out of her nether hole, as I ran my fingers
through her cunt.  Here was Katie, star history student, chained on her
hands and knees in my basement, with my cock shoved up her ass.  This must
be heaven I thought, as I pushed my dick all the way back inside her tight
hot ass.  I made more circular motions with my fingers around her clit as
she started getting wet.  It was hard to tell if it was nature, or her
actually getting off, but I didn't much care.  The sight of her bulging
tied tits swinging below her as I pistoned my cock in and out of her ass
was a beautiful thing.  I withdrew my hand from her sticky crotch, cranking
up the butterfly vibrator.  Using both hands to pry her ass open, I pulled
my cock free as she moaned, winking her open used hole at me.  I shoved my
tool back into her, as I started banging her ass with a vengeance.



   The world narrowed to her hot ass embracing my dick, as I sawed in and
out of her, pushing her forward against the chains with each stroke, as I
grabbed her tits which were swaying violently under the assault on her ass.
The dungeon was filled with the sound of my pelvis smacking into hers, the
squishing and squelching sounds of my cock alternately filling and
retreating from her ass, and her moans as I slammed into her for all I was
worth.



   When I couldn't stand it any more, I slammed my rod into her and held,
feeling orgasm approach.  I forced her butt-cheeks open with my hands as I
yanked my cock out.  Seeing the gaping hole was enough to put me over the
edge, as I yanked her head back by the hair, and shot my load over her
pretty gagged face, streaking cum across her nose and eyes.  Katie was
still going with the vibrator, as I reached back and pushed two fingers
into her wet hot cunt.  I worked her for a few minutes, as my erection
faded, as she closed her eyes, enjoying it.



   After a few minutes, I switched off the vibrator, and began unchaining
the poor girl.  Helping her off the table, I plucked the clamps off her
poor abused nipples, and untied her proud delicious tits.  Last to come off
was the gag, which I dropped to the floor, as I leaned in to kiss Katie. 
Wiping my cum from her red face with a napkin.



   "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" I asked, as I hugged her, feeling her
warm body against mine.  Turning her so she faced away, I massaged her
chest for a minute, just cuddling in a way I knew was necessary to restore
her confidence in me.  Taking her by the hand, I led her upstairs, where,
before falling asleep, we made love the old-fashioned way.





   To be continued.


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   It's so damn hard to get back in the routine of writing once you stop. I
hope to get another part to My Megan out soon, and I think I've finally
figured out how to end the Descent/Ascent series in a way that's not a
total cop out, but lord knows when I'll have time to get to it.


   I'm thinking of putting in an entry for the upcoming Rom Festival on
ASSM, so keep an eye out of you like sick shit disguised as something else
:)


   As always, I love to hear people's thoughts comments and advice, so drop
me a line at

   foxbat00@gmail.com


   Yours Truly,

   Foxbat



   
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