My fun evenings with MrN were always highlights of my time with him, especially when he developed my masochism with creative tasks. But it wasn’t just pain games he stretched me with. Pee play was a big kink of his. And naturally, I wonder how many submissives have been tasked by their dominant with anal training?
Both of S and MrN required anal training of me during my time with them.
It was a task that I relished because anal play is a particular weakness for me…. It was my first step outside of “normal” sex at the tender age of….um….consenting adult. I have always loved it, and since beginning to stretch and train in that area play has been even more satisfying. Since learning to cleanse myself the prospect of ass-to-mouth has become an achievable fantasy. One of the many perversions shared this with MrN. Because I was pushing against my hard limit of scat the risk felt really taboo, but I knew that I would never have to go there if it was dirty.
So far so good with my recommencement of anal training.
No mishaps with my cleaning routine, and a gradual increase in the depth and girth of stretch. MrN was happy and so was I. Things were progressing nicely. And then we both had an impromptu evening; his partner was out for the night, and my children had a surprise overnight with their dad. He asked me to be available for him at 7.30. He told me he would be pushing me further, and I should prepare myself for all eventualities. There was the problem… I was working until 6 and had an hours drive home. There would not be enough time to clean thoroughly, and doing half a job was worse than not doing it at all. Checking if there was any way out of work sooner I realised there wasn’t, sosent him a quick email outlining the problem I was facing.
His response was that if it came out dirty he expected me to clean it.
“I’m sorry but, as discussed, that is a hard limit, I will not be doing that” was pinged back immediately, and he acquiesced. If it was visibly dirty I wouldn’t need to suck it clean. There had been a brief moment when I thought I should not have said anything, just gone along with his request. But the reason I (we?) have fixed limits is because we know what we are not willing to do, under any circumstances. And making myself heard was a new skill which I had been working on, with both P and H. Now that I had enough self-confidence to speak up, I wasn’t going to stay quiet if I needed to.
The drive home was good, mind filled with impure thoughts on the training session.
I still didn’t know what it was going to be: a plug? a vibrator? a selection of pens? Wondering about all of the possibilities for the evening it is amazing that I got home in one piece! After freshening up and having a quick bite to eat it was time to catch up properly. I already knew that it would be an anal training session, but I was not expecting him to request I find one thing larger than my largest plug which I would be able to insert without damaging myself.
Frantically searching my home I found my way to the kitchen. Rummaging through my utensil drawer I found my rolling pins. I had two, one with corners at the end, and one with curved knobbly ends. The former would damage me, if I could even get it past the entrance. The latter was a winner. I chose to sheath it because… well… health and hygiene!
My anal training option went down well with MrN…
…and with lube, patience and a firm hand I managed to exceed my expectations. But then came the withdrawal. Oh dear! I’m sure you don’t need me to elaborate further than it not being clean. Safe in the knowledge that I had fought my corner and I could just rip off the condom without repercussions I decided that it was now or never. And how could I say that it was a hard limit if I had never tried…. It may end up being an amazing experience, in the same way that pee play had been, maybe? With my eyes raised to the ceiling with an all too familiar smile, questioning my sanity, I did it.
I cleaned the rolling-pin!
Actually, I didn’t fully clean it, but I did enough to cement that hard limit into place. As always I had pushed myself past what I was comfortable with, exceeding my expectations and pleasing MrN in the process. He had respected me and my limits, when I had reminded him of them. I had found it in myself to try something which I had would never have done but… I’m a curious girl.
The next week P decided he needed a rolling-pin… Guess which one he took.
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