Objectification

"There's more, isn't there."

Sometimes it's like Cassie is a mind-reader. Thank the stars she hasn't been able to realize you're being blackmailed, or you'd have broken a rule and this would all have been for nothing.

"Yes." You admit. "But this next fantasy of mine is really outrageous so I really want to make it clear-"

"That I don't have to say yes." She interrupts you. "Yes, I know. I'm doing this stuff willingly, to please my future husband. If I reach my limit, I'll let you know."

You nod and let out a defeated sigh, and then proceed with your recital as instructed.

"So. You know what you said the other week about how some Anal Only stuff seems to be all about the guy, and the woman is sort of treated like an object, and it doesn't matter if she enjoys it or not. You may have awoken something in me."

Cassie actually smiles and nods. "I wondered if it might. And for the record, I haven't had any luck getting near orgasm yet. The stimulation is starting to make me really horny, but that's probably just because I haven't had an orgasm in over a month now. So as far as I see it, the less pressure I have to try and make myself cum, the better."

That should make what I'm about to request easier, but somehow it just makes me feel even worse.

"What I would like is the following. When we have our Sunday night anal sex, I want to try treating you like a literal object. I want you to be ready and prepared at 8pm sharp every Sunday, already naked and kneeling face down ass up on the bed, your butt facing the bedroom door. Your ass should be swimming with lube and ready for me to remove the anal beads. I want to be able to walk into the room at 8pm, and without saying a word, use my well-prepared anal fuck doll, clean my cock in her mouth, and then roll over and go to bed. And then afterwards, we don't talk about it. Because it's an arrangement between one person and one object, which needs no further negotiation or follow-up."

Please don't say yes.

But Cassie nods again.

"I can do that. I don't know if I'll enjoy it, but it sounds like that's half the point. And if it will make you happy, then it's worth it to me."

It won't make me happy, will it?

Cassie hesitates and then speaks again.

"Do I still have to wait 30 minutes after swallowing my ass juices?"

You gulp at the thought, but nod. "Yes. A proper fuck doll will wait for her Master to be sound asleep before disturbing him by moving."

Cassie raises an eyebrow. "You're my 'Master' now?"

"On Sunday evenings I am. Unless you don't want to."

Cassie sticks her tongue out at you. "See you tonight, Master."

Oh shit. You hadn't even properly clicked. It's Sunday today.

At 8pm you turn off the TV and walk to your bedroom. The lights are dimmed, and your beloved is on her hands and knees on the bed, ass high in the air, face buried in the covers. A ring dangles enticingly from her ass by a string, begging to be pulled. Neither of you say a word.

This is so messed up.

You pull the anal beads out one at a time. Pop, pop, pop. Cassie remains completely silent and still.

This isn't hot, is it, treating my fiancée like a sex doll?

You look down. Your dick is fully erect. Not the answer you wanted to hear.

I'm doing this for her. For us.

You push the tip of your cock in through her lubed-up sphincter, and begin slide your manhood slowly but surely towards her rectum.

It's not my fault her ass feels amazing.

Having fully mounted her, you begin moving in and out with gradually increasing pace. She keeps up her best impression of an actual doll, by showing absolutely no reaction at all.

You can't keep that up forever.

You surprise her by suddenly slamming your dick in as deep as it can go, with considerable ****. You watch her grip on the bedsheets tighten and her toes curl. You smirk.

Is she enjoying the challenge? Or is she just doing her utmost to please me?

You pull back and slam forward again, eliciting a quiet grunt from your fuck doll.