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Chapter 9

Anna walked carefully towards her Master, aware of the plug shifting with each step. She paused beside the waist-high padded bar. Like the equipment used in gymnastics, it had two legs and a thick upper cross piece. Unlike in sports, it was covered in black vinyl, and straps and chains dangled from the underside.

Anna stopped two feet back and licked her lips. She’d never been used on the horse before, though she’d seen it used in a variety of ways. She hoped he was going to have her sit on it and spread her legs so he could fuck her. The presence of the plug in her ass made it impossible to calm the need inside her. To be a good sub was to live in conflict, relishing in near-constant arousal while simultaneously being serene and accepting.

Right now she didn’t feel serene. She felt like she was barely controlling the urge to jump on Master Jensen and ravage him.

“Come here, lean against the horse.”

Anna brushed Master Jensen as she passed him, enjoying the small contact. She leaned her hips against the horse.

“Hands behind your back.”

Anna rested her wrists on the small of her back, palms facing out. She felt him bend, felt his lips brush the centers of her palms before he took her wrists and separated them. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t just cross your wrists, fold your arms.” Jensen walked away.

Anna stared at the mirror, wondering who was on the other side, who was watching them. She folded her arms as much as she could, cupping the opposite forearms with each hand to better maintain the position.

Her Master returned, stroking her forearms with the tips of his fingers. She heard a zipper, then felt fabric brushing her arms.

“Master?”

“Did you already forget what was on our list?”

He tugged her arms away from her body, slipping something between them and her back. The zipper snicked softly and the fabric pressed against her forearms.

“Arm binders,” she whispered. A shiver raced down her back.

Master Jensen tugged, the fabric binder tightening. It completely encased her hands, forearms and elbows. Anna had to lean into the horse to hold her balance.

“This is a simple version. You get to keep your arms in a relatively comfortable position and it’s made of canvas. I can adjust the fit with laces.” His voice was soft. “If I enjoy this, then next time I’ll get a more extreme one. I’ll force your arms down straight and lace your arms in leather or vinyl. Uncomfortable for you, but it will present your breasts.”

Grabbing her hip, he spun her around. She fell back against the horse. Jensen eyed her—starting with her head and moving down her naked torso. His lips twitched. “You’re helpless like this, aren’t you?”

Anna shivered. “Yes, Master.”

He grabbed the tip of her breast and pulled. Anna took a half step forward. He released her nipple then slapped her breast, making the flesh jiggle.

“It’s different than cuffs isn’t it?” He asked.

Anna nodded—he’d said exactly what she was thinking. He’d restrained her more times and more ways than she could count, yet this felt different. She was far more vulnerable strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross or hogtied, but the total immobility of her arms while the rest of her was free and able to move around was disconcerting.

“Yes, Master. It feels strange and frightening.”

Jensen grabbed her upper arms and jerked her against his bare chest. He stared into her eyes. “Do you trust me, Anna?”

She met his gaze, understood that this wasn’t a casual question. She rose up on tip toe and kissed his cheek. “With my life,” she whispered.

They held each other’s gaze for a moment. Then, without speaking, Jensen spun her to face the mirror and shoved her down over the horse. Anna exhaled as her belly hit the padded top.

He slapped her ass and Anna wiggled until she was firmly planted on the wide top piece, her toes braced on the floor. It felt odd and a little uncomfortable to have her arms behind her back in this position.

Jensen touched her shoulder. “Relax your arms, the binder will hold them in place. Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

Anna inched her toes out to the side, the plug shifting as she moved.

“Good girl,” he said again, and her pussy clenched at the words. She loved it when he called her that. Raising her head, she watched him in the mirror. The sight of him—all raw power and strength towering over her as she lay helpless and bound before him was thrilling.

“How does that pretty little ass feel?” He tugged on the plug.

“Good, Master.”

“Are you ready to take the next size?”

“Next size?” Anna squeaked.

“This one isn’t even as thick as a cock. Did you think this was it? Before we’re done this weekend, you’ll be taking a large plug up that pretty ass—a very large plug.”

Anna gasped and licked her lips. She let her head hang for a moment, her hair falling around her. The idea of being forced to take something larger than his cock—which was, until now, the largest thing that had even been up her ass—was darkly thrilling.

His thumb stroked the outer lips of her sex. She was wet with need and his finger slid smoothly over her skin. Pinching and tugging the lips of her pussy was enough to have her rocking against the horse, but not enough to give her the direct pleasure she was craving.

“Master, please.” The words burst from her lips.

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“No.” As he spoke, he grabbed the plug and pulled. It took her by surprise and without thinking, she clenched down, trying to hold it in. The plug came free, forcing the tightened muscles of her ass to expand. Anna hissed and gasped at the pleasure-pain.

She heard the acrylic toy hit the floor the second before he started spanking her in earnest. His hand landed hard enough to have her screeching. “Master.”

He was silent as he continued to spank her. Anna’s toes left the floor as she thrashed under the painful swats. Each one spread fire over her ass, down to her pussy. The ultra-sensitive skin he’d abraded stung, throbbing like a bruise. Her nipples were rock hard, her pussy flooded with fresh moisture. The pain of the spanking made her clench her teeth even as she longed for him to escalate it, to move from his hand to a paddle, from a paddle to a whip.

As suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped. Over the sound of her own gasps, Anna was vaguely aware of Jensen’s labored breathing.

She slumped over the horse as he walked away. Her ass hurt, the stinging turned to throbbing. She raised her head, watching him return. The angle meant she couldn’t see his hands, and whatever it was he might be carrying. Planting a hand on the small of her back, he pressed something into her pussy.

Anna screamed in pleasure. It was as thick as his cock, but unlike his flesh, was cold. It didn’t go very deep, but that first moment of penetration was so intense that pleasure shot through her like lightening.

“Naughty girl, did you come?” Master Jensen twisted the thing inside her.

“No, Master. That just felt very, very good.” Anna sometimes wondered if these shocks of pleasure weren’t what other women called orgasms. She suspected that those who weren’t privileged to be used and played with by a Master didn’t know the soul-shattering pleasure that she called orgasm. Really it was a matter of semantics, and she certainly wasn’t going to admit that she sometimes had little mini- orgasms.

Maybe she wasn’t the most obedient submissive.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, pulling the toy out only to thrust it back in.

“A dildo, Master?”

“No, my pretty Anna.” He held it up so she could see it.

A silver plug gleamed in the light. It was short and very thick, more closely resembling a mushroom than the long, slender plug he’d pulled out only moments before. He twisted it and she could see that the flared base was set with a large glittering hunk of quartz. The neck of this plug was almost as wide as the largest part of the last one.

“This is your medium plug,” he said. His smile was devilish—his lips curled at one corner, his eyes sparkling.

“Medium?” she asked, looking between him and the plug.

“Well, it’s larger than the last one, but smaller than the next one I intend to shove into your ass.” His fingers dipped to her pussy, tracing a path up to her ass. He slid one finger into her. Anna shoved back against it.

“That…sounds like medium,” she said, barely paying attention to what she was saying. Master Jensen added a second finger, tunneling them into her ass. His thumb pressed against her abused butt cheek.

“It’s very heavy, so it will be hard for you to hold it in. As your ass muscle stretches and gets tired, you’re going to have to concentrate and focus on keeping it in.”

“How long do I have to keep it in, Master?”

“As long as it pleases me.”