…when they are all tied up! “You can’t do that” is a particular favorite of mine. As in:
When the pale skin of her bottom had turned a warm pink, I stroked her for a moment, pulling her buttocks apart to deposit a little glob of cool lube on her pink anus. The buttplug I had brought was not hers. Made of heavy black silicone, it was a beautiful parting gift.
“What the fuck is that?” Veronica asked when I pressed the slick nub of the thing up against her opening.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“No, you can’t do that to me. That’s disgusting.”
“Really? I can’t?” I pushed softly but insistently. The pucker of her ass began to yield to the pressure and the lube.
“Please don’t… That feels too big.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty big. You should see this thing, actually. I’m not sure it’ll fit up there.”
The panicky quiver sounded quite authentic. “Please… that hurts.”
I pushed it in a bit further. The plug was now in almost up to the fat bulge in the middle.
“You’re being a very good girl… Just a little bit more.”
She moaned loudly when I gave it the last nudge and the flared base came to a snug rest against her skin.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” I reached for the leather paddle, one hand touching the warm skin of her buttocks.
“This, however, might sting a little…”
That’s from Monmouth, blogging the sexy since 2003.