I stood at the door, my heart pounding with anticipation, as the clock ticked to the exact moment she’d promised to arrive. Sarah—my eager, wide-eyed submissive—had come into my life just a few months ago, a confident woman in her mid-thirties who’d spent years in vanilla relationships, always holding back her deepest cravings. She’d confessed to me over late-night texts how she’d fantasized about total surrender, about being molded into the perfect slut for a man who knew how to wield control. No more half-measures; she wanted to be owned, trained, pushed beyond her limits. And anal? That had been her hard line, a mix of disgust and fear from past fumbling attempts that left her sore and unfulfilled. But she’d agreed to this training, trusting my promise of no permanent harm, no safe word needed because I knew her body better than she did. Forced orgasms were my tool of choice—overwhelming pleasure to rewire her mind, turning revulsion into raw, aching need.
The doorbell chimed, and I opened it to find her standing there, dressed simply in a sundress that hugged her curves, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. Her green eyes met mine briefly before dropping in deference. “Sir,” she whispered, stepping inside.
I closed the door behind her, watching as she began the ritual we’d established. Piece by piece, she stripped—first the dress slipping over her head, revealing lace panties and a matching bra that barely contained her full, heavy breasts. She folded each item with meticulous care, stacking them in a neat pile by the door, her movements graceful despite the flush creeping up her neck. Naked now, her skin pale and smooth, she knelt before me, knees spread wide to expose her shaved pussy, hands resting palms up on her thighs. Her hair framed her face as she stared at the floor. “Sir, your slut is ready.”
God, she was beautiful like this—vulnerable, obedient, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. I approached slowly, savoring the power dynamic we’d built. She’d been a high-powered executive in her day job, commanding boardrooms, but here, she craved the release of submission. I handed her the black leather collar emblazoned with “SLUT” in silver letters. She fastened it around her neck with trembling fingers, and I clipped on the leash, giving it a gentle tug.
“Look at me, slut,” I commanded, tipping her chin up. Her eyes shimmered with a mix of excitement and nerves. “This session will be intense. We might not achieve everything in one go, but you’ll enjoy the process. You’ve given me control—trust in that. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
A tear welled in her eye, not from fear but from the depth of her longing. “I’m very excited, Daddy. I want to please you so much. But… I’m still disgusted by the anal stuff. The enemas you require gross me out, and the little ass play I’ve tried before was just painful. I can’t imagine finding pleasure in it.”
I nodded, stroking her cheek. “That’s why we’re here—to change that. Bow your head when you’re ready.”
She did, and I led her by the leash to the bathroom, where the enema bag waited. She filled it under my guidance, her hands steady but her breath quickening. Stepping into the shower, she hung the bag, and I secured a spreader bar to her ankles, threading the leash through a ceiling anchor to keep her upright and exposed. Her large breasts heaved, nipples erect, her bald cunt already glistening with arousal.
“Slut, you’ll insert this small tube into your ass and release the clamp to fill your bowels with warm water,” I instructed. I slid her Lush vibrator into her dripping pussy—it buzzed to life remotely—and pressed the wand against her clit, securing it in place. “The Lush won’t stop until the bag is empty. Your clit gets vibrated until your hands are on your head. Insert the tube now.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body on display like a filthy offering. With the tube in hand, I activated the wand. “What are you thinking, slut?”
“Honestly, Daddy, this feels amazing. I don’t want it to stop.” But she knew her task. Slowly, agonizingly, she pushed the tube into her tight ass, her face twisting in discomfort. Her hand hovered over the clamp as she moaned from the vibrations swelling her clit. “Daddy, I don’t want it to stop. I want to cum for you all over your toy.”
“You may cum anytime, slut, but this is just the beginning. It will overwhelm you soon.” With my permission, she released the clamp, but tension kept the flow slow. I pinched her nipples hard, distracting her, and the bag emptied faster. I kissed her deeply, turning off the remote. “Good girl.”
Her smile lit up the room. But she squirmed. “Sir, please hurry—my ass is so full.”
I removed the spreader bar’s center, making it flexible for walking, and led her to the toilet, stepping away for privacy. When she called out, “Sir, I’m done,” I returned. “Again, slut. We’ll repeat until there’s no hesitation. You know now there’s no pain—just your disgust. But soon, you’ll crave this for the pleasure it brings us both.”
She filled the bag again, hung it, inserted the tube swiftly this time, and released the clamp as I turned on the Lush. “Tell me, slut—why so fast?”
“Sir, because there was no displeasure in filling my ass. If anything, it was pleasurable—the warmth, the fullness. The toilet part, not so much, but I desire the pleasure you offer and trust your guidance.”
The bag emptied, I shut off the Lush, and she relieved herself. After cleaning up, I offered her my hard cock. She dropped to her knees instantly, engulfing me in her warm, wet mouth. Sarah was a natural at blowjobs, her throat opening without gag, a skill she’d honed to distract past lovers from her ass. But not me. She sucked greedily, tongue swirling, drawing precum from my shaft. “Mmm, Daddy’s cock tastes so good,” she murmured around me.
I pulled out after a taste, helping her up. “On the contrary, slut—we’re done here. Wash your leaking cunt and ass so we can move to the spanking bench, where you’ll learn to love the gift I offer.”
She handed me her leash post-shower, and I led her to the training room. The spanking bench awaited—a custom piece like a hobby horse with padded supports for knees and forearms, leaving her head unsupported for easy mouth access, her ass and cunt fully exposed. I helped her onto it, strapping her legs and arms down, then adjusted her heavy breasts so her nipples dangled for torment. I secured the wand, lubed by her slick juices, firmly against her clit. Activating the Lush inside her pussy, I fingered her to ensure it hit her G-spot. “Now, vibrate for our pleasure.”
I fucked her willing mouth, reaching over to spread her juices over her asshole, circling but not penetrating yet. She gagged eagerly, drool cascading down my balls as she throated me like a pro. Pulling back, she sucked her mess off me greedily. I smeared the rest on her face. “You love being my filthy whore, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy—mark me with it.”
As her cunt quivered, I held up a small vibrator. “Beg me to put this in your asshole, slut. Beg until you’re sure you want it.”
Her first orgasm hit hard, body shaking, juices sloshing over the wand. “Daddy, please—my clit, please!”
“Ask for this toy in your ass, and I’ll shut off the wand for three minutes while I fuck you with it.”
“Please, Daddy, put it in my ass—please!”
The tiny toy, no bigger than chapstick, slid in easily, vibrating. I turned off the wand. “Thank me for your gift—the orgasm and this in your ass.”
“Oh God, Daddy, thank you so fucking much! My cunt is on fire. Thank you for making me cum, for sticking it in me. God, Daddy, my cunt aches—your slut is so close to another orgasm.”
“Hold it—don’t let it slide out.” I tested her grip, then showed the next: a small vibrating butt plug. “This will stretch your tight little ass. It’ll stay in while I fuck you, vibrating. You’ll love it as you cum on my cock. Do well, and I’ll throat you again, fill your mouth with cum.”
She nodded desperately as I clicked the wand back on. The small vibrator shot out from her clenching. She begged for mercy, but I offered choices: small plug with my cock and wand, or medium with just cock. The overstimulation won—she chose medium.
I turned on the medium plug, let her suck it for lube, then pressed it to her ass as her orgasm built. “I’ll turn it off after insertion.”
“Daddy, please—oh God, please stick it in my ass! Please fill me with it. Please!”
I lubed it in her cunt, then pushed slowly. “No, Daddy—fucking put it in this slut, this cheap dirty whore who wants it in her ass!”
Her ass opened, and it slid in, seating with a pop. “Oh, Daddy, fuck—God, please!”
I shut off the wand, leaving the plug and Lush buzzing. Her orgasm raged, eyes rolling, drool pouring, pussy squirting. “You love it in your ass, don’t you, slut?”
“Oh, Daddy, yes—it feels incredible! I can’t wait to have you filling both holes. Make me your cheap whore who loves toys in her ass and big dicks in her holes.”
I removed the wand for access, my balls ready to slap her clit. Slowly, I pulled out the Lush, holding the plug’s base to stretch her. Another orgasm hit. “Daddy, I love it in my ass—fuck, so full, so amazing.”
Her pussy lips shone like a glazed donut, dripping. I dove in, licking her sweet, tangy essence, thighs soaked from squirting. “Yes, Daddy—eat your slut’s filthy cunt.”
I pushed my cockhead into her slowly, her walls gripping like a vice. “Oh, Daddy—I’d push back if I could. Your big dick filling my cunny—oh, it feels like your toy and cock are connected. Fuckkkk, Daddy!”
She screamed, squirting over my legs as I sank in just a quarter, the vibrations humming through the thin wall. It felt electric, her pussy convulsing wildly. I pulled her hair. “So good, Daddy—so hard, so fuck…”
Realizing she was fading, I yelled, “Fuck me, Daddy!” and pounded her relentlessly, deep and hard, chasing gold in her depths. Her body locked in spasm, cumming endlessly. The vibrations and her spasms milked me—balls boiling, I pulled out, ropes of cum hitting her nose, mouth, chin. She sucked me dry greedily.
“Daddy, this is amazing—it feels so great. I’m so tired, but train me, teach me. God, I fucking love you. Need you to own me.”
I petted her, pushing cum into her mouth. “One more thing, baby girl. Bigger plug in your ass, then I fuck you again until I cum deep in your womb. You’ll sleep with it in. Morning: throat fuck, then remove and reinsert the plug twice while rubbing your clit.”
The medium still vibrated as she murmured agreement. “Daddy, I trust you. I don’t know if I can take more, but I trust you.”
I kissed her, clamped her nipples tight—tugs wouldn’t dislodge them. Turned on the larger plug, touched her ass; she relaxed, but tensed at the stretch. “Trust Daddy, baby girl.”
Her face in the mirror showed pain melting to a smile as it seated. I licked her shiny pussy again, her aroma intoxicating. Without touching her clit, she shook. “Daddy, so full—so close—going to oh fuck cummmm!”
She came hard, a trickle on my tongue before collapsing. Limp, I lined up my thick cock between her folds. “Oh yes, Daddy—fuck your slut.”
I drove home, full long strokes, her cunt tighter from the plug’s pressure. Pausing at her cervix, vibrations stroking my dick over her G-spot. “Yes, fuck yes! Daddy, cum—fill me!” She chanted until her final orgasm hit.
To my surprise, I erupted, thick ropes flooding her womb, pelvis pushing the plug deeper. I turned it off, pulled out, removed clamps and straps. On weak legs, she sat. Covered in sweat, I scooped her up, sat her in the shower. Washing her gently, resisting the urge to devour her again. Dried her, ponytail her hair, carried her to bed.
Laying beside her, I brushed fingers over her face, down her body. “You did so good, baby. How do you feel?”
“Amazing, Daddy—so happy. Fuck my ass tomorrow, please.”
I kissed her as she drifted off, my hand cupping her cunt. Sleep claimed me, gazing at her peaceful form.
