Master's surprise with my first anal beads

 I've always thought about anal beads. The notion about them makes me feel incredibly wet.

Moving one bead at a time along my torso I feel the tension build and diminish as the beads massage within me with every addition...

My master had placed them on my list of things to buy for today, as well as an enormous bottle of lube handcuffs, as well as an equestrian crop.

Naturally, I was extremely intrigued and anticipating what was coming for me in the near future.

The other slaves had informed me recently that the master seemed to be in great mood and was giving out some slutty treats to them. One slave even had the honor of having him pierce them by cocking his own.

I was thrilled as I entered the store for sex.

Searching for anal beads

I walked through the doors that were blacked out and a bell was ringing over the top.

A young man sporting blonde hair that was bleached and spiked emerged from behind the counter. He asked whether he could help me locate something.

I shivered and gazed down at the floor. I was forbidden to speak under any circumstance by the Master.

I held out my hand to hold the list, and motioned for the man to grab it.

He stared at me with a look of confusion before grabbing the list. He took a couple of seconds to read it through and then signalled for me to follow his instructions.

In the back of the store was a massive display of various anal beads, some having just two tiny beads attached to the string, and others that had up to six huge orbs.

My eyes were enlarge as the clerk snatched the bright pink set Anal beads, which were four inches long and with orbs similar to the size of a candy machine gumball.

He was talking concerning how he'd tried this set and thought it was perfect for the above average beginner.

I nodded , and he walked me through the remaining things.

I selected a lovely dark, heavy, black leather riding crop as well as an enormous bottle of Master's preferred Lubricant.

Master's demands

I've been in the car, waiting for orders for over three hours.

The phone rings. Master is on the other side, demanding that I go to his dungeon as soon as possible.

I do as I'm told and then start my car.

As I drive through the streets my mind begins to wander back to what Master's plans are put in the place.

What's the possibility? Could he be plotting to let me have his cock? Do I have to show him using the beads? Do I have to place them in the hands of someone else?

On arrival the other slaves are waiting to be greeted by me as I get my vehicle. They are silent, as if the Master has banned everyone from speaking during this week.

I enter the dungeon, and sit on the floor and wait to be served my food.

"Stand straight," he commands.

I stay in line and keep my eyes to the flooring in my direction. He is well-known for how much the man is not a fan of eye contact.

"Hand me the things I asked for," he demands.

I swiftly place my hands on me, and hand over the bag of things to him. My lips are dripping with enthusiasm at his authoritative tone.

"Bend over and then take off your clothes," he asserts.

The compliance of the slave

I immediately do as I'm told.

The marks from our last session remain evident on the backs of my thighs, as well as the leather he's got me wrapped in rips on the skin that is tender.

"On the knees stupid," he scoffs and I lean on my hip and then show my naked body to him.

I instantly fall to my knees and shudder as my boney structure comes into contact with the hard, cold concrete floor.

I can hear him rustling the bag while an additional slave blindfolds me.

He takes my arms, and then is able to handcuff them in my back. It is difficult to remain in a straight position without resting my head to the floor.

My tits hang low and my nipples barely scratch across the concrete. I am shivering with anticipation and excitement.

He's removing something from the bag. I hear the plastic crackling slowly. I begin to make guesses of what's to come next.

Is he going to lubricate me, and infiltrate me? Does he want to beat me by using the cutting crop? Will I bleed?

The second thought I had was right. The crinkling ceases for a brief moment, and there's silence.

CRACK!

My ass breaks the silence, which causes me to let out a little shudder of pain and surprise.

He's furious.

"Did I say to you that I would speak to me, slave?" He growls.

I turn my head in a circle and then a quiet "no".

"You don't deserve what I'm offering thee," He spits out, displeased.

Anal beads orgasm

The bag is cracking even more and I can hear the sound of the latex glove being slid on his huge hand.

The cold lube drips down my anus , and he employs his latex-clad hands to rim me.

I exhale deeply as I feel the joy radiate throughout my body as my nipples push further towards my floor.

I can see him slipping the anal beads between my cheeks and ass to lubricate them before I douse him with more.

Then, without indication, the man pulls away and ceases to touch me at all times.

It's quiet, except for the gentle path of fluid that falls through my anus running down my vulva and then off my clit to the floor.

I shiver with anticipation.

After about a minute of silence and no movement I can feel him pushing the beads into my stomach with a lot of force.

They're too large to handle as well as the pain.

I squeeze my fist around my toy, and my bum is now completely wet.

He puts two fingers in my vagina, and I feel the sensation more than I've ever experienced before.

He stretches his fingers upwards and massages my G-spot.

His massage as well as the beads massaged into my anal cavity is too excessive.

I clumse almost instantly and scream loudly in delight.

He immediately takes his hand off and pushes me down onto the floor.

He's furious and yelling at me about slapping with no permission.

When I open the doors, they bang and I'm lying on the floor, shivering in a sexy delight, the beads hanging from my ass.