I like to think there is a sacred and unspoken bond between all submissive people... An understanding that we share something so sacred between us that is nothing short of unfathomable to our vanilla brothers and sisters... But something that makes perfect sense to us...
There are thus far beyond tens of thousands of possible ways that each of us can gift our D's with our submission, and there is no one-size-fits-all way that submission is achieved. We are all so unique and different, there are so many niche chasms within us that make each dynamic a unique and beautiful phenomenon. That in and of itself is a miraculous and beautiful gift... But (ba dum tss) ...
With His permission and blessing, I get to share with my friends and my community something really amazing about the dynamic He shares with me... My anal training. 😄
Before I met Him, I'd never had anal sex. I'd never had anything inserted into my ass, I'd never had my asshole played with, and I really have never wanted to. In full transparency, I have, many years ago, used a toy on myself out of absolute naivety... However I've never had the trust nor the safe playground that is necessitated to explore such depths. Until I met Him.
To be clear, I've still never had anal sex. Not really. The other day, He did manage to get the tip -- and I mean literally -- just the tip -- into my ass, but never his whole cock. His cock is far too large for an untrained asshole to just take. That's fucking batshit. Seriously. But He knows that. So instead of doing what those pesky vanilla boys do -- Try to guilt you in to it unprepared and untrained anytime the desire strikes -- He did what real men do... He got a set of anal training plugs. 😄
He is a strict but merciful man. So He was kind enough to refrain from beginning my training during my monthly troubles... That great man is more in tune with me and my body than I am, forewarning me of it's arrival before I even knew. But as soon as it was past (and the tragedy of reality that struck in between) He made a very sudden request for me to disrobe and bend over on the ottoman in the living room. And I may love rainbows, but I ain't no dummy. So I obeyed. (I may like talking back, but I don't like His flogger. They are very persuasive.)
After generously licking my ass and confusing the the actual fuck out of my nervous system, He gently but firmly inserted the smallest of the three anal training plugs into my virgin asshole.
I'd love to tell you some magical tale about how I was writhed into a muscle clenching orgasm that melted my brain... But the truth is more beautiful, albeit much less lyrically romantic.
What happened when He plunged that dainty little plug into my asshole was nothing short of immense and enveloping red hot pain. Sure, He put it into my asshole, but I felt it in my fucking kneecaps. The pain radiated to my temples and made me involuntarily scream out in pain. I wasn't restrained so I reactively and without thinking stood up and turned to Him, embraced Him and bit into his shoulder, or maybe His neck before screaming in pain again. But He held me and, even though He laughed a little bit more than I would have liked, He was merciful and kind and allowed me to scream and writhe in pain.
I think I'll pin this here and finish this first installation tomorrow.