More Please, Mistress

Angelica Blaze brought her finger all the way out of the reporter's ass...and then Lois felt it back, except it wasn't alone. A second finger.

"You can feel the popper, can't you?" Blaze said. "Your ass should be feeling nice and loose now. It should start to feel good."

"Y-yes," Lois said, more to agree than anything else. She was still trying to figure out the disparity between what she remembered and what she was experiencing. A part of her remembered what her mistress had said, but the other part remembered that filthy bathroom...the glory hole...drinking those strange cocktails...

Was I ****? Lois wondered as the fingers moved forward. They slid in easily, lubricated, and her ass opening easily. Her butt felt so weird...so hot. A part of her wanted to try to squeeze, to push the fingers out. But another part of her was just...getting...hotter...as the fingers stretched her little anus a little, and it wasn't hurting at all, just sort of an amazing sensation of being stretched as the fingers spread a little inside, then pulled out.

"M-mistress," Lois asked. "Did I...have anything to drink earlier?"

"Of course my dear. I made you cocktails. You were so nervous when I first suggested we play with your ass. You needed something to calm down. Do you remember what they tasted like?"

Lois could remember. Salty, gooey. Like liquid snot, with that slight ammonia flavor, like an overripe cheese. Conflicting memories came to her again. She remembered being at the bar, in the club, sipping her cocktails; remembered being at the bar in Mistress Blaze's house, drinking the cocktails she had made for her. Now that Lois could recall that, she could remember how excited she had been...how keenly she had wanted to experience this. Her mistress was going to initiate her ass tonight...

Maybe it's the ****...could it be interacting with the popper somehow? I don't know much about these club ****, Lois thought as Blaze began to push her fingers in and out of Lois faster. Not too fast, but fast enough that there was a bit of friction. Her whole hole felt hot now, a hot little ring, the insides of her ass felt melty, and her pussy was squeezing instinctively, almost as if jealous of the attention. Whatever was affecting her memories, the reporter knew what her senses were telling her right now.

"I think you're ready for the real thing," Mistress Blaze said. "Show me you're ready to be my ass-****. Crawl from the bathroom to the bed. Bend over it, with your ass in the air, so that I can fuck you."