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"Open your mouth," he commands quietly, and without hesitation you obey. Smiling he puts the handle of the flogger between your teeth. "Hold this. Look at yourself in the mirror. Think of how obedient you must be."

He steps away from you, leaving you to stare at your shackled body in the mirror, the clamps squeezing your tender flesh, your pussy held open and helpless, the flogger clamped between your teeth. The excitement flares within you, fueled by the image of your degradation, the burning desire for whatever he may do to you. All that matters to you is obeying him, pleasing him, submitting to him completely.

He comes back, holding a curved gel plug, clearly meant to go in your ass. It's shiny with lube, and he holds it up to show you, a smile of command on his face. Wide eyed, you whimper over the flogger between your teeth, feeling both fearful of having him insert it into you, and eager to have your ass filled.

"You know where this is going. I want you to watch yourself as I penetrate you with it. You are not permitted to come. Nod if you understand."

You nod, whimpering, your eyes following him as he steps behind you, then watching yourself in the mirror. His hand rubs between your thighs, for a moment touching your drenched pussy and making your shudder with the joy of it. You moan as you feel his fingers between the cheeks of your ass, teasing your tight rosebud. You're not an anal virgin, but your few experiences with it have been more uncomfortable than exciting, and you fear the pain of being impaled by the plug.

When he starts to lube your ass, pushing his finger into you, you bite hard on the flogger handle, trying not to scream, struggling to control the sensations pulsing within you. Your body is quivering with need, and you start to whine as you feel his fingers lubing and stretching you.

"Remember you are not permitted to come," he tells you, his voice close by your ear. You whimper frantically, biting hard on the flogger, your body quivering with **** need.

You feel his fingers leave you, then the plug start to impale you. Your body arches, all but out of your control, the movement pulling the clamps on your tender flesh. The pain and pleasure sears through you, the pressure of your impending orgasm pounding at your senses, your mind desperately struggling to control yourself. Your frantic whining reaches a higher pitch as the plug starts to fill you, and you feel yourself losing the struggle for control even as the last vestiges of sanity try to hold back the flood of orgasm.