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Look him up on /authors.html ~Subhub Jeffy Story codes: FDom/M Anal ------------------------------------------------------------- Dominating my, ur, Her Ass By Subhub Jeffy “That's it your ass is mine,” she coolly tells me. “Stripe and lie the bed face down.” Not really sure what's going on, I take off my shirt, my shoes, my pants and my tighty-whitey (as my wife calls them) underwear. I look down at my socks. Hmmm, better take those off too. I know Lynn doesn't like it when I have just socks on. She says it looks ridiculous. So on second thought, I remove my socks as well and hop face down on the bed. “You've been an ass to me recently so I think you should get a ass deserves. First, let check how clean you are.” She swipes a wet-wipe down through my butt crack, looks at it and exclaims, “You really don't do a good job wiping your ass do you, jeffy? I would think a slut like you would have better hygiene,” she pause as if considering what she is saying then continues, “but guess you're more a filthy whore than slut.” “Yes Miss Lynn, i'm Your slut.” Ah, I'm getting some idea of what's going on. “No you're not! You're a filthy whore. Aren't you? … Well? Aren't you?” “Yes, I mean, … well ... Yes Miss Lynn.” “Glad, you've finally come to grips with what you are. Do you know what filthy whores like? They like to take it up the ass and that's just want your ass deserves. But sluts, like you who just want their clit played with, aren't ready to take it there... yet.” I feel something run down my butt crack. “It's a good thing I'm here to take care of that. You know the anal plug set you recently got? It's about time to put it use.” Showing me the smallest plug, she takes it and lubes it up. Attending to my backside, she gingerly slides in the plug. It goes in smoothly and doesn't seem painful at all. In fact, it wasn't unpleasant or at least as unpleasant as I thought it might be. She slides in and out few times before saying, “If you're going to take like real whore, we're going to have to get you used to having one in you for longer periods of time. And besides, I just may want you to wear a plug at work. Let's see if you can hold that one in. Stand up.” I'm getting a better idea of going now. As I stand it slides too easily out. “Perhaps with my underwear on it will hold it place.” I suggest. With such tighty-whitey underwear you think that might work. I put my underwear on and try to take few steps but it easily slips back out. “Hmmmm, perhaps we need to work on your splinter muscles. Go get me a condom.” I retrieve a condom and return to find you've retrieve your Kegel balls. Lynn slip the balls in the condom. “Oh good, you got a lubricated condom. That will make this easier to work with. Now get up on the bed on your hands knees; ass facing me,” She orders. I jump up on the bed with my ass toward you. You attempt to push the first ball into my anus but it feels like you pushing an enormous mass into my pelvic bone. I let out a yelp of pain and you stop. “Am I even lined up correctly?” You ask, opening my ass cheeks and realigning the first ball. You pushing first ball in again and, while it intrudes into my backside farther then the first attempt the result is the same—me yelping in pain. “I see we're going to have stretch you out more first.” After closer review the anal plug kit you announce, “It's easy to see that anal plugs were meant for stretching and not for wearing. We need to get jeffy one for wearing. Let's go to Spencer's at the Mall. I know they've got one that will work better.” After hearing that comment, I've got a bigger clue on what's going on here. You've been doing some homework and research on anal sex. I can only be concerned about what you might have in store for me as we go off to Spencer's. While as Spencer's we browse around. We look at septum jewelry. You find a Five Nights At Fredies doll, penis shaped lollipops and a squeezable penis with ball-sacs that show sperm when you squeeze it hard. “Don't worry I won't squeeze you that hard” you quip. “Perhaps I might like it” I retort while secretly hoping you'd grab hold of my penis and balls and do some light squeezing of my balls and gentle rubbing of my fernum-- ur-- I mean my clit. But that's just what kind of a slut I am. Upon our return home, you command me to stripe and lie the bed face down. I obediently comply with the order without pausing to consider removing my socks or not. Swiping my butt crack with three wet-wipes, you exclaim in disgust, “You males really don't have good hygiene. I don't understand why that is. I guess that's why jeffy is such filthy whore. Oh well, I'll give jeffy what, as a good whore, he longs for. But first let's see how the new plug works.” You insert the new plug and have me move around. This time no problems having it stay in. So, true to your word, and its design, it “works better” in that it doesn't fall out even as I move around. I think we're done for now and that you'll want me to wear the plug in longer so I start to get off the bed. “Lay back down. I'm not do with you yet.” You say. Having no idea what you're up to, I obediently lie back down. This time with my ass in tilted slight up. You begin to expertly assault my ass with one toy, then a second larger one, and again with third even larger one. I don't know when or how you became an expert but you move and act like one by the choice of toys, your preparations, and the handling and use of each toy. Each toy has its moments of mild pain mixed with pleasure. I let out soft moans with the pleasure to make sure you know I'm finding the experience enjoyable. On the biggest one it feels like I could be dripping out as fight to hold any pre-cum or cum that might actually be leaking. All to soon it's over as you order to clean the toys. For the first, I see which toys you used. The largest one had a diameter similar to the Kegel ball's diameter. Not sure if the stretching by increasing diameter, the fact that it was more pliable, my pelvic position, the shape of the dildo or a combination there of was the reason why this didn't hurt any where close what it did when we tried the balls, but it was bad at all. You remained fully clothed during the experience. I remain undressed the whole experience as well as through clean the toys. I was thankful you didn't give me {sadistic} instructions on how to clean the toys; at least not yet. You leave the bedroom saying “Don't worry dear, we'll use those penis lollipops next time, my darling. I intend to have you dripping on them and the lick them clean like the good little slut you are.” It's almost like you read my mind... but that's for another story... To Be Continued..... ------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed this story. This fictional work is based in part on author's actual experince and, but more so, on his over active imagination.