A buttplug

Master then began to withdraw himself from my anus, leaving me gaping. However, I had no time to get used to the feeling of an empty rectum before I felt something cold and smooth being pushed inside me, getting thicker as he pushed deeper. Eventually, master pushed it past its widest point and my ass greedily sucked it inside.

I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. I could feel its bulbous, heavy form deep in me and a flared end that prevented it from slipping in entirely gently resting against my backdoor. Whatever it was, it felt soothing for my sore ass, but it also prevented master’s cumshot from leaking out. He wanted me to carry around his load in my ass. I could feel it inside me, still warm and sticky. Oh, why was it so hot that he was forcing me to keep it inside me?!

“What you feel is called a buttplug, Kitten. There are different sizes of them, though they all serve the purpose of keeping your ass nice and stretched for me. In this case, it also prevents you from making a mess and I coated it with a lotion to help your ass recover.” Master told me.

I clenched experimentally around the buttplug and had to suppress a moan, my ass was still so sensitive! I turned to look up at master who looked down at me, watching me recover from my first buttfuck. His cock of still impressive size despite his flaccid state hung in front of me. His commanding presence made me feel weak, reaffirming that my place was on my knees before him.

Without needing to be reminded, I craned my neck upwards and wrapped my soft lips around master’s big cock, softly licking him clean. His cock tasted of semen, lotion and ass. It was slightly salty, earthy taste. Not the worst thing I tasted so far, though I had to admit that I had to banish the thought that his cock had just been in my unprepared ass far from my mind. If I thought too much about it, even a bred slavegirl like me might have to puke.

Eventually, he was all clean and I let his cock drop out from my mouth, looking up at master.

“Good girl, you remembered and cleaned me well,” master praised me. I blushed. I wasn’t deserving of praise, I had just done as told.

“As for you, I will show you how to properly ‘clean’ yourself later, that will also make your duty of cleaning me easier for you in the future.” Master added with a meaningful gesture to my ass.

Master helped me stand and picked up the lotion again, he still had to do my arms and he intended to. As he was massaging the lotion into my soft skin, he began talking to me again.

“Did I hurt you, Kitten?” he asked me in a concerned voice.

What a weird question. Why would it even matter to him? Also, were there really girls that didn’t hurt from having a cock the size of their forearm shoved into their tight butt for the first time?

“A… A little… maybe…” I murmured uncertainly.

“Kitten…” master growled low and threateningly.

“I-I am sorry, I just don’t know…” I whimpered, my voice trailing off.

“What do you not know?” master asked me.

“What you want to hear…” I whispered so quietly that it was barely audible.

Master sighed.

“Just the plain truth. What the worst pain you ever felt?” master asked me.

“Cattle prod,” I blurted out without thinking. It was long ago at the **** kennels when I was much younger. Still, the memory was more than vivid.

Master’s eyes narrowed for a moment. “What was the lightest pain you ever felt?” he asked then.

I had to think about that for a moment. Eventually, I settled on being pricked with a well-placed needle by a vet.

“Getting vaccinated” I informed master. He nodded.

“Then, on a scale from needle to cattle prod, how much did you hurt now and how much when I took your virginity yesterday?” he continued the questioning.

I thought about it for a moment. “Yesterday was 4, today was 7” I finally decided.

“Oh,” master seemed saddened. “I am very sorry about that.”

Why would he be sorry? I was his to do with as he pleased, and most masters even enjoyed hurting their slaves, torturing them on purpose.

“I… I don’t think you should be… I am just a ****, even if you call me a pet. I was born to be hurt.” I said quietly. “I don’t mean to tell my master what to do, of course!” I quickly added.

“No, no you shouldn’t. But I will let it go for now.” Master smiled reassuringly. “It is true that you were born to be used and abused by others for their own pleasure. You seem to have a low pain threshold and a high pain tolerance, meaning that it’s quite easy to hurt you, but it will take a lot for you to pass out or get numb to the pain. A delightful combination for those that wish to **** you. And a very hurtful one for you.”

I whimpered. I always had a feeling that I reacted to pain differently than my sisters, but having it confirmed by my master was something else.

“That I am sorry about hurting you doesn’t mean that I will stop, I enjoy doing painful things to you way too much for that. It *does* mean however, that I will reward you for taking it like a good pet.” He continued.

He… would reward me for accepting pain? But why? Wasn’t that just following orders as usual? But then again… he did say before that he would reward me for being a good pet, which in his mind must mean ‘following orders, especially painful ones’.

But then... what came next?