Butt Sub is Used by Mistress

Mistress reached orgasm number eleven when Peter busted in her pussy. Number twelve when Marquis creampied her ass.

"Diego was really fucking the cum out of you for a while. There was a solid twenty minutes when he had a steady stream emptying from you. Looks like you've been well drained now, though, Pet. Just the occasional little sissy drip. Bull, breed this sissy with your seed.

Diego picked up the pace now, fucking in an out of my ass like a wild animal. In some ways he was. Between the sensation of my hole around his cock and Mistress' control, he was an instrument of lust mindlessly humping my ass.

The first spurt was massive. I felt my colon expand like a balloon, his cock swelling and his cream shooting. He didn't stop his relentless fucking to cum, merely spurting his large shots as he continued fucking me with his entire length. Another spurt, another, another, another. An impossible amount of cum for a normal man. I imagined for a moment that his cum would fill my body entirely. Leaving me as an empty shell whose purpose was to house this load.

His orgasm subsided. Mistress' hands pulled my cheeks apart. Once again, I knew the command.

"Gape."

Diego pulled his cock forcefully out of my ass; in one stroke I went from having a monster inside to being completely empty. My asshole squelched, drips of lube and cum oozed from my broken butthole. A few wet farts emerged, splattering cum on Mistress' hands. I held myself open, gaping for Mistress as long as she desired.

Something began to enter my ass. Not a cock, definitely silicone. Extremely wide, pliant. It slid into place inside my butthole, stretching me open, yet it stayed quite shallow.

"The last Bull has a fairly small cock. Still much larger than your little dingus, but a shrimp compared with Diego. With how loose your butthole is right now, he wouldn't even be able to touch the sides. But he shoots literally the biggest loads I've ever seen, and I want you absolutely packed with cum for when I take you with my strapon. So, we'll help him out by putting this nice, big tunnel plug in your sphincter. Frank, this is a nice, warm place for you to dump your load and be on your way."

Frank entered me. The sensation was strange. In my sphincter, I merely felt the strain of the tunnel plug. I could feel something small worming around in my rectum, occasionally the head would hit my prostate and send a pleasant jolt of pleasure through my ass. Most of the time, though, his dick was a little too short to really reach much.

I truly was just a cum-dump. My anus reduced to a fleshlight as it held the plug. Passively waiting for his deposit.

"He's only 10 centimeters. Still much bigger than you are of course. How does it feel, knowing that even someone as small as Frank can still utterly own your ass? This is all you are, just a place for people to cum in."

Frank lasted a while; he was obviously enjoying the opportunity to fuck someone. When it finally came, his load did not fail to impress. I seriously felt like someone had squired a full douche of water into my rectum. My insides ballooned at the amount of cum he pumped into me. My butt was an utterly busted mess of cum and lube. Frank withdrew, the plug came with it.

"Close."

A difficult command after the countless hours of having my sphincter stretched. I clenched as hard as I could, willing my butthole to shut itself and keep the cum inside.

The suspension changed. My head lowered, my ass and legs went up slightly. Mistress wanted the cum to stay in me. She wanted gravity to cause it to ooze deep inside me rather than dripping from my used hole.

The back of my head gracefully landed on a pillow. My gag was removed. The blindfold taken off. The headphones suddenly gone. I struggled to comprehend my senses after being deprived for so long. This could only mean one thing. I stared up at Mistress' perfect butthole and pussy, both dripping with their own loads of cum.

"Mouth."

I opened my mouth wide. I saw her asshole strain, the first scintillating drops of cum starting to emerge from her crinkled sphincter. Her hands spread those huge ass cheeks apart, not so delicately pulling her anus open as well. A glob of cum emerged, sticking to the rim of her asshole briefly before falling into my open mouth. "That's it. Your ass is already full of loads, now I need to make a few deposits on the front as well."

Her anus opened now, she had willed it to part and for the cum inside to start pouring down. I merely laid there, mouth agape, welcome every drop and relishing in the taste of her ass on the cum. I could worship Mistress' ass for hours; her anus was the most perfect thing in the entire world and rimming her to orgasm was perhaps my very favourite activity.

I felt the cum start to pile up in my mouth, I dared not yet swallow, merely letting it swirl inside my cheeks. One of her hands moved to her clit. She started furiously rubbing herself. It was not long before she reached her fourteenth orgasm. As she climaxed, her juices welled in her pussy and started to drop along my face. As it subsided, she lowered herself, forcefully rubbing her pussy along each of my cheeks, along my nose, on my forehead. Literally coating me in her musk. Marking me as her property. A less disciplined slave would try to orally pleasure her. I had not been given the command so remained perfectly still, savoring the smell of juices.

"Good boy. Now swallow that ass load, I've waited long enough to get my own turn fucking your butt."

She lowered the suspension until I was entirely on the ground. Blood flow returned to normal around my extremities. I laid there for a few minutes in recovery while Mistress prepared. I saw that all the Bulls were gone. Mistress would have dismissed them the moment that their usefulness had subsided, likely as soon as the cum had been deposited. I took a few moments to rest my weary limbs, feeling a bit like jelly from being restrained for so long.

She emerged with her usual set up. Vibrating plug in her ass, vibrating dildo in her pussy. Vibrator inside her harness on her clit. And her forty-five-centimeter strapon cock swaying in front of her. She exaggerated her hip motions as she moved, as much to enjoy the sight of her massive dong swinging around as to accentuate the feeling of the toys writhing in her holes.

"Up on the bed, I want to go face-to-face tonight."

I scrambled up on the bed. I felt cum dripping from my butthole as I moved. She was between my legs in no time, bending them into my body so that my ankles were up around my ears, she shoved a pillow under my hips to keep my propped. In this position, my hole was utterly open to her. I grabbed the back of my knees to hold myself in place while she slathered her cock with lube.

Wordlessly, she lined her exceptionally big cock up with my butthole and started to push. Contrary to some belief, anal stretching is not permanent. In fact, your sphincter starts to tighten back up nearly as soon as you are done bottoming. It had been just 10-15 minutes since the tunnel plug had been removed, but even in that short span, my anus had tightened back up quite a bit.

Mistress knew this, of course. In fact, it was her plan. She likes it when I tighten up a bit before entering me herself, she likes to feel my anus resist her. She then loves feeling it submit to her cock. The immediate resistance squashed so effortlessly by her power. She eased back ever so slightly, giving my butthole a tiny pause before pushing back in. The fat head started to part my anus, started to engulf her. That tiny bit of entry was all she needed, more of the head opened my butthole, stretching me anew. This cock would be the largest thing I've had in my ass all night. I breathed deeply and bore down. I was rewarded, her head was in. She had entered my anus. A momentary sensation of stinging was quickly overcome by an immense sense of accomplishment. My butt was open, it would stay open for a while.

She started with nice, shallow strokes. Just sending in the first 15 centimeters or so. I felt the head stimulating my prostate as my butthole fiercely gripped her length. I wanted to moan in pleasure every time it hit my best spot but knew that that was not what Mistress wanted from her hole. Now that she had worked into a steady rhythm, she took my hands from my knees, instead holding them back herself, using them as leverage to continually fuck in and out of me. My hands fell above my head, grasping at the sheets in an unconscious display of ecstasy.

Her motions were perfect. Although my eyes were mostly closed, I would open them occasionally to see her. She spent much of the time watching her cock saw in and out of my butt, however she also paid close attention to my facial expressions, making sure that she was fucking me perfectly.

That's the thing about being fucked by an exceptionally good Mistress instead of some Bull. The Bull, when you get down to it, just cares about his own pleasure. He cares about his orgasm. Most of them really don't give a damn whether you enjoy it or not. He's just there to blow his load in my warm hole and leave.

My Mistress, on the other hand, got no actual pleasure from her strapon. It was a hunk of silicone, not of flesh and nerve. Her physical pleasure came from the triumvirate of vibrators working on her own pleasure centers. But her mental pleasure came in knowing that she was working that cock in a way that drove me absolutely insane. That she held my pleasure so absolutely in her own hands, that nothing and no one in the world could ever possibly satisfy me in the way that Mistress did so naturally. Even without feeling the cock, she fucked me better than any man ever could. Her strokes and rhythm perfect, anticipating what would give me pleasure and then somehow amplifying it ten-fold.

This, when you get down to it, was why I submitted so fully to my Mistress. For all the degradation and humiliation (though I did love that too). All the bulls and anal stretching sessions. I knew, deep down, that Mistress would always do best for me. Even when I didn't know myself what was best, she always did. It's a fundamental bond of absolute trust.

"I love seeing your asshole like this. So loosened, so slack. Dripping with the cum of so many bulls, the loads of Men lubricating my fat cock."

Mistress was working about half of her dong into me on each stroke now. My rectum felt fully stretched, my colon expanded by her girth. I could feel the vibrations from her various devices transferred into the strapon, my insides wiggled at the force of her intrusion. She worked herself like this for a while, varying the length and intensity of her strokes as she saw fit. Sometimes she worked slow and deep, other times she focused her efforts just on my prostate, other times she fit nearly the entire length inside me. Hours could have passed, I was beyond the confines of time and into a state of pure bliss.

"Say it."

This was my cue to finally speak. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for using me for your pleasure. For allowing me to service your Bulls. Thank you for allowing me to be your personal peep show so that you can orgasm as many times as you want. Thank you for using my money to pay for them. Thank you for showing me how worthless my little cock is. Thank you for allowing my ass to be filled with so many loads. Thank you for denying me an orgasm of my own. Thank you for stretching my butt. Thank you for letting me eat your anal creampie. Thank you for marking me with your scent. And thank you for allowing me to take your heavenly strapon so you can get off again and again."

Mistress had started screaming as soon as I began. The absolute power was what truly got her off. She'd had more than a dozen orgasms at this point, but the one that truly sent her into the stratosphere was this one. The one where she could orgasm knowing that she owned my mind, that my devotion to her pleasure was unconditional.

She was fucking my ass erratically now, humping in long, twisted strokes as her own body writhed and shivered. I suspect that this was a cluster orgasm, 3-4 of orgasms in quick succession. One ended, another began a few seconds later as the vibration and stimulation never abated. By the end of it, she was breathing intensely. She sunk her cock fully up my butt and then collapsed on top of me, seemingly spent. The sensation of being this full was exhilarating. My anus fully stretched; nearly half a meter of cock snaked up my butt. I felt the intense buzzing in her harness.

Her hands reached up, gently stroking my hair. She kissed my neck, breathing sensually in my ear. She started lovingly moving her cock in and out of my butt. Small, deep strokes. She caught her breath and rose up a bit. She looked down at my tiny cock.

"So many orgasms for everyone else. Nothing for this little guy. And based on how much got milked out of you, I'd say that we completely drained your prostate." She gently flicked the head of my cock. Then, taking just her thumb and index finger, she gingerly grasped my tiny penis. The strapon began to relentlessly move in and out of my butt again. Even fully drained of cum, my prostate was still extremely sensitive, and it took every ounce of my willpower to not immediately blow a load on my Mistress' two perfect fingers.

"Go ahead. I want to see if this little thing even does anything." She started stroking my penis. Her grasp was so light, barely providing any pressure or friction. The pleasure from her strapon was immense though, I didn't need much on my cock to reach orgasm after so many weeks denied, after so many hours being anally used.

I felt myself tense. Mistress was hitting my prostate perfectly with her cock, the pleasure was immaculate. Her tiny strokes of my penis just the final straw to bring me over the edge, I was cumming. Ripples of pleasure ran all through my body, I spasmed like a madman, unable to control myself in any way. My hands grasped and writhed in the sheets, my legs bucked and swayed. My facial expressions, I imagine, were quite entertaining. My face contorted stupidly as I turned into something not-quite-human from the pleasure of her fucking. I felt my anus squeeze on the cock, my entire rectum and colon shivering along the length of her strapon. Through the entire orgasm, Mistress continued fucking my ass and lightly stroking my dicklet.

As the orgasm subsided, I couldn't move a single muscle. My brain could not come up with a single thought. She had left me as a hunk of drained flesh.

"As expected, worthless." I hadn't shot a single drop of cum. I was completely dry. Fully drained. "Here, let me help you out."

Mistress pulled her cock fully from my ass, leaving me gaping from its immensity. Next thing I felt was her hand starting to enter my butthole. Just four fingers, coaxing and feeling around. After the fucking I'd received, it was very easy to take. A farted noisily, cum and lube expelling from my open butthole. After thirty seconds or so, Mistress seemed to have what she wanted. She withdrew her fingers and pulled them up to show me. They were absolutely coated in cum, lube and my ass juice. I could see it dripping and oozing between her fingers.

She then grabbed my little cock, at this point a soft little nub barely two centimeters long and rubbed all those juices into it. When she was stroking my cock, she had been so intentionally gentle. Now, she was manhandling it, working the juices into every patch of skin. When she stroked me it was a slight touch with two fingers. Now she used her entire hands to forcefully rub these juices on me.

"To ensure you remember your place."

I made a mental note to thank Mistress tomorrow for having me laser off all my pubes several year ago, otherwise they'd be a matted mess. Mistress backed off the bed and undid her harness, the weight of the dildo caused it to immediately fall onto the floor with a thud. Her pussy vibrator slid along with it; the oceans of her juices gave it no hope of staying inside her. She grasped the plug and pulled that out as well, tossing it onto my stomach, not even bothering to turn off the vibration. "Clean everything up. I'll call you when I want to play again."

Mistress turned heel and walked out the bedroom door. I watched her giant, muscular ass sway, hoping that she would be horny again soon. I picked up the plug and scrambled to pick up the vibes as well. I sucked on them all, savoring every ounce of her scent and juices and then fell into a blissful sleep. Even after the orgasm and the hours of milking, I was still intensely horny. Rock hard once again, little dick not even big enough to get caught on the sheets as I wiggled around. I didn't bother touching it, nor did I shove anything up my ass. Those were for Mistress alone to play with. I didn't bother to clean the mix of loads and lube from my dick or ass-cheeks, choosing to wallow in it overnight instead. I slept exceedingly well.

My alarm woke me up promptly at 5:30am, just like every morning. I stretched and rubbed my eyes. Relishing the thought of a new day. I reach back to feel my butthole, nice and pert once again but an absolute sticky mess after having leaked and farted cum and lube all night. I would definitely need to change the sheets. After a trip to the toilet (and bidet), I changed into my workout clothes. At 5:45 on the dot I emerged from my bedroom to see my maid waiting for me.

"Good morning, Mr. Hobbsworth."

"Good morning, Esmerelda. Long night last night, I'll take care of everything in the bedroom once I am home this evening, please don't mind yourself with it."

"Understood, Sir. Mia called last night; her son is still recovering from that flu, so she won't be able to make your training session this morning. She sent me this routine for you to do in her absence though and asked her to send her appreciation once again that you so readily accommodate her schedule. Patrice will have breakfast for you on the veranda once you are finished. And Keisha let me know that she will be here by 7:00 with your drycleaning, new suit, newly polished shoes and the final updates for the shareholder meeting today."

"Excellent. Please send Keisha to the veranda as soon as she arrives. And thank you, Esmerelda, I don't know what I'd do without my wonderful support team." I said it with genuine gratitude before taking the printout from Mia and heading for my personal gym. After some light stretching and an intensive workout, I found myself sipping juice and nibbling on some assorted small bites on my veranda, looking out over the beautiful scenery and thinking through a few issues before Keisha arrived.

"Good morning, Sir." She handed me a stack of documents, most of which were earmarked with post-it notes, a few key phrases highlighted etc.

"Lovely morning, isn't it? Please have a seat, join me for breakfast."

"Thank you, sir. Giovanni, as always, was very excited to have tailored your suit and wants me to express his thanks for your continued business. Here is the final press release for yearly results that incorporates the changes we talked about yesterday; it went live about 10 minutes ago. The robots trading in pre-market seem to be responding well so far to everything. Here is the 10-K with a few sections marked up by various teams. And here is the scripted piece for the call. Investor relations wants me to relay that they think most of the analyst questions will deal with those new regulatory issues. Marketing wants to convey that they think playing up the importance of 'Project Deadbolt' would be great in helping us launch in the spring. Ops wants to convey that they think the key issue is with the contingent work force and our ability to scale up and down depending on seasonal trends. And, shockingly, Sales didn't have anything."