Master is inside me as I write this. His hardness has penetrated me and he rests inside me as I involuntarily grip his presence, feeling his unyielding ownership of me.
I am owned… I feel him inside me both in my soul and physically in my body. As a slave in Second Life, it is hard to imagine that I would actually be being physically penetrated by my Master, but he continues to find ways to reach from Second Life into the world where my physical body resides.
Shortly after he collared me he showed me a toy he wanted me to have. njoy makes steel plugs. I had only once tried taking a man in my butt, and it wasn’t comfortable… It hurt, like he was going to rip me open and at the same time like I needed to poop really badly.
But I am his slave and I will try things. I trust Master, and he listens to his slaves. He did not push, or coerce. But he wanted me to try it. And I want to please him.
Hidden away in a basket in the back of my bookshelves in my bedroom is an old toy. A big silicone dildo that loops around and has an anal plug. The idea is to put it in both holes and once… something I never tried. I had never inserted either end into my back door. Until about a week ago.
Master had told me that he wanted to fuck me. I had the house to myself and prepared for a night of penetration. I found my big blue friend, set my computer up to display on the big screen, put down a towel, logged into Second Life and knelt.
Master had a guest with him when I arrived. When I am not Master’s fuck toy, I try to be a good hostess. And it looked like I was going to be hostess, not fuck toy tonight. Except it is Master’s house and soon I found myself asking Master if I could insert the anal piece while we chatted.
I don’t even remember why I asked. We were chatting with a Norwegian girl about healthcare, and I was looking at my blue toy and I just wanted it inside me. Soon I was applying lubrication and slipping the blue bulb past my sphincters. It hurt a little, and then it popped in, the bulb inside me, and my butt gripping the small base.
I sat back down on the floor, and chatted about a museum in Stockholm and… suddenly I felt…. amazing. Filled. Comforted. Held.
When I was married, my husband would spoon me with his cock inside my pussy, arms around me, cupping my breasts as we fell asleep. Somehow the plug, once it was in, made me feel like that. Occupied, filled, but… held so close it is like being part of another person
I wanted more. And Master wanted me to have a stainless steel njoy toy… I found it on Amazon that night. I had a $50 credit from some work team building thing, and the naughtiness of using work bonus money to buy a steel anal plug made me smile even more. Amazon Prime applies to sex toys and I even got free two-day delivery.
Two days is a long time when you want to be filled and held. Finally then the box came. Only then I didn’t have time… I needed to wait until my significant other was not home, and that meant two more days.
I rushed home early from work on Friday knowing that I would be alone. Master was online and I told him I would have time to try my new toy in privacy and begged him to allow me to put it in my butt… and he allowed it! I ran upstairs excitedly and got my njoy out of its hidey-hole, quickly applied lubrication and slipped it into my own hidey-hole.
It is smaller than the blue silicone toy, but it’s heavy. It slipped in so smoothly, and then, he was in me. My Master was inside me. The blue toy was big, with the dildo hanging out. This has a little handle that nestled between my cheeks and disappeared from view. It was like being fucked by an invisible man -- wherever I moved, he was in me
I was so excited, so turned on by it. I wanted to grind my but against the wall, on any surface. Master had me wiggle in my seat, and then he had me get on all fours and thrust my butt in the air. No matter how I moved, I was being filled and fucked.
He ordered me to cum… and I did. Long rolling orgasms… mind blanking... I became a blank fuck toy rolling in the ecstasy of being fucked in the ass by a strong Master.
Master insisted I take the toy out before I got tired or injured. He wants me to build up the muscles to hold it all day. On Saturday he had me wear it for at least 40 minutes but no more than an hour. His presence nestled inside me as I pruned the roses in the June morning and the jogger I smiled at probably thought I was a grinning idiot or just liked his legs.
Sometimes it got a little uncomfortable, and then, it was just part of me. As I am part of my Master.
And then it was time to remove it. It comes out remarkably clean, and hot, warmed by my body. I felt empty… wishing to hold him again. Wishing to be held by his distant touch, to feel him fucking his slave. To be completely owned.
