Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 9

Abstract: Chapter 9 of 14: Back from the restaurant, Sarah finds out what's in the Adult shopping bag. Ana dominates Sarah and turns her completely submissive, now under Ana's total control. Sarah is now Ana's woman.

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Driving back from the restaurant, my thighs stuck together, slick with the mess I'd made in the booth. The egg was still inside me, a reminder of Ana's enjoyment of her domination over me. By the time we pulled into the driveway, my body was a live wire - arousal and exhaustion tangled up, pussy throbbing with every shift in the seat.

We went inside, with Ana guiding me up the stairs to the bedroom. The air up there was warmer than downstairs, heavy with the salt breeze sneaking through the cracked window, the ceiling fan stirring it lazily. I kicked off my sandals at the threshold, I pulled off the flowery dress clinging to my sweat-damp skin, and collapsed onto the edge of the bed, legs shaky.

Now naked, Ana's mood completely changed. She was now dominating, commanding, intimidating, authoritarian, predatory. "Sit on the edge of the bed Sarah, legs spread." Fully compiling, Ana reached down and removed the vibrator from my vagina.

She then said, "Turn around now - ass up." I scrambled onto all fours, heart pounding, the bed dipping under my weight. Her hand gripped my hip, rough, spreading my cheeks without preamble. I heard a bottle top click open, then cold gel was squirting down my ass crack, making me jolt. "Relax," she growled, but there was no tenderness, just commands. I felt the an object at the entrance to my anus, vibrating, bulbous, wider than I'd imagined - pressing against my tight ring. It buzzed faintly as she pushed it in, the pressure building, stretching me open inch by inch. "Oh fuck, that burns," I said, the fullness invading my ass like nothing before, nerves firing in protest. I whimpered, fists bunching the sheets, but she didn't stop, twisting it gently until it popped past the resistance, seating deep inside me. The vibrations kicked in low, a deep rumble that made my hole flutter around it, sending shocks straight to my core.

I'll be back in a minute," she said. She grabbing the Pleasure Den bag from the dresser, went into the bathroom and closed the door. With the paddle next to me on the bed, I was struck with fear. It paralyzed me, I was trembling, not knowing what Ana was going to do with me next.

The bathroom door open and Ana walked out. Strapped to her hips was a monster: a dildo, it had to be 8, 9 inches long, maybe longer, thick as my wrist, veined in tan silicone. It jutted out from her like a weapon, the base locked into the harness. My mouth dropped, eyes wide. "Ana... that's huge. I can't....... "

"You will." she interrupted. She walk over the bed, grabbed the paddle, and pointed it at the floor. "Get on your knees Sarah. Suck my cock." The words hit like a slap, her stance all dominance, legs planted wide. Fear coiled in my gut - this wasn't playful anymore - it was her taking full control. Trembling, I slid off the bed, on to the hardwood. The vibrating butt plug shifted inside me, buzzing relentlessly, making my pussy clench.

Ana grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards the massive cock. I leaned in, hands on her thighs for balance, and wrapped my lips around the tip. It was overwhelming - salty from the lube she'd slicked it with, the girth forcing my jaw wide. I bobbed tentatively, tongue swirling the head, tasting the faint rubber, but she wasn't having it. Her hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. "Deeper Sarah! Don't you straight girls know how to suck cock?! Or maybe you're not straight anymore!" She thrust forward, the dildo sliding past my teeth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, but she held me there, fucking my mouth in short, demanding strokes. Saliva dripped down my chin, pooling on her harness, the plug's vibrations making my ass throb in time with her rhythm.

I tried - oh fuck I tried - sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking the base where it met her skin. This cock was too massive. No one could have a cock this big, at least I thought that. But it wasn't enough; the size choked me, my rhythm off from the distraction in my ass. Ana pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting us, and before I could catch my breath, the paddle cracked against my ass - really hard. The sting was explosive, white-hot pain blooming across my ass cheek, the holes in the leather biting deep. I screamed, I saw stars, tears springing to my eyes, body jerking forward. "Pathetic," she snarled, voice laced with dissatisfaction and authority. "Again." Another strike, on the other side, this time harder, the impact jolting the plug deeper, vibrations intensifying the burn. Tears streamed down my face now, sobs hitching in my throat, the pain so **** it blurred into something primal. Ana was breaking me - physically, mentally, emotionally - to be void of any free will - compliant, submissive, completely subservient to her.

"Please Ana," I cried, voice breaking, with incontrollable tears. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up, shoving me onto the bed. I was on my back, legs splayed wide, with the butt plug vibrating in my ass. She went over to the shopping bag and pulled out a vibrating wand. She came over to the bed, climbed over me, straddling my hips, the massive dildo hovering like a threat. Her eyes bored into mine, intimidating, commanding every inch of submission. "Spread wider." I did, knees falling open, exposing my soaked pussy, clit peeking out swollen and red. She lubed the dildo again, the gel cold as she rubbed it along my slit, teasing my entrance.

The first push was merciless - the head breaching me, stretching my walls to their limit. I cried out, back arching, the fullness from the plug in my ass amplifying everything, making me feel split open. Inch by inch, she sank in, her hips rolling with athletic precision, until the entire length of the dildo was buried, her pelvis grinding against my clit. "Fuck, you're tight," she grunted, pulling back and thrusting into me again. The dildo filled me completely, entering sensitive areas of my vagina that I never knew existed. This just added to the overwhelming sexual stimulation I was now feeling. The rhythm built fast, punishing, each thrust bottoming out, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My tears mixed with sweat, the pain from the paddle fading into a dull ache under the onslaught.

Ana grabbed the vibrator wand she brought into the bed, flicked it on high, and placed it on my clit. My first orgasm came quick, a tidal wave, it overflowed me.

Ana looked down on me, her eyes burning. "Sarah," she said, "your my woman now. Do you understand me?" I was coming off my first orgasm and was in a daze. Ana, with her free hand, picked up the paddle and smacked the outer part of my leg - not hard, put enough to feel the sting. "Sarah," she said again, "your my woman now. Do you understand?" My orgasmic high quickly turned into fear. "Yes, Ana." I said, "I'm your woman."

Between the vibrator in my ass, another on my clit, and Ana fucking and filling me with this giant dildo, I felt another orgasm coming. "Sarah," she said again, "you belong to me. Say it! I want to hear it!" With another orgasm approaching and the paddle resting on my outer leg, I said "Yes Ana, I'm you woman. I belong to you." "That's very good," she said. "I own you now Sarah, I need to hear that from you." "Yes Ana, you own me now." At that moment, my second orgasm came crashing in, powerful, with the same **** as the first.

Ana continued fucking me while hold the vibrator to my clit. "Your my personal property now Sarah, I will do with you as I please. Is that understood?" Ana tapped the paddle gently against my outer leg just as my next orgasm was building. "I'm you personal property Ana," I said. "You may do with me as you please." Suddenly, I came, it was overwhelming, I flailed my arms back behind my head, laying near-lifeless on the mattress. I just came three times in short succession. I didn't think something like that was possible.

Ana, still straddling over my hips, remove the butt plug from my ass. Thoroughly spent and exhausted, my tears started to subside, and a calm started to settled within me. Still breathing hard, Ana unbuckled her harness and the strap-on came free, dildo slick with my cum. She removed the dildo from the harness and she positioned it at her own entrance, sliding it inside herself with a low moan. Her pussy swallowed it greedily, the base now grinding against her clit as she worked it in and out, slow at first.

Letting go of the paddle, she grabbed the vibrator wand again, pressing it to her swollen nub, eyes half-lidded but locked on my wrecked form. "Tell me again Sarah. Tell me what I told you to say," she ordered, voice husky now, the authoritarian edge softening into raw need. "I'm your woman Ana. I belong to you now," I said. "You own me. I'm your personal property." Ana's hips rocked, thrusting the dildo in deeper. I couldn't look away, mesmerized by the way her muscles flexed - thighs tensing, abs contracting - as she chased her release.

Her breaths quickened. She increased the vibration, plunging the dildo faster and deeper, her juices coating the shaft, dripping onto my stomach. The tension built visibly - her back arching, a flush creeping up her neck - and then she came, hard, a guttural groan tearing from her throat. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, body shuddering, the vibrator slipping from her grip as waves rolled through her. She rode it out, grinding until she slumped forward. She pulled out the dildo and fell onto me, her weight pressing me into the mattress, then turning to my side.

For a long moment, we lay there, her next to me, breaths syncing in the humid air. I was hurting, the slaps on my ass and leg from the paddle and getting fucked with that long, thick dildo. But I was sated. She draped an arm over my waist, possessive, and kissed my shoulder - softly - tenderly. "Your mine now Sarah," she murmured, finally soft.

I turned my head, meeting her eyes, my fright from earlier dissolving into something deeper: gentleness, tenderness - love. "Yours," I whispered, as we fell off to sleep.