I don’t know why these words send a shock through my body. I mean, he has denied my request to cum before. That isn’t new. So why does it feel different this time? He said it how he would normally say it, didn’t he? But he has an amused look, more so than normal I think. Almost like he’s waiting for my reaction to this, but I’m not sure now. If he had wanted me to beg for it, he would simply tell me to beg for it. So that doesn’t feel right. My arousal is starting to slowly fade in my confusion. I was so needy for it just moments ago.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, my confusion evident in my voice, “thank you, Sir”
“Such a good girl,” he tells me, “thanking me for denying you. I think that’s going to be happening a lot more frequently now.”
“Sir? I don’t understand, Sir.” He’s smiling down at me, obviously savoring this moment.
“I’ve decided you’re going to be on denial for the foreseeable future,” he says as I feel my eyes getting wider with each word, “you’re going to be anal only now. Isn’t that exciting?”
“I-” my words have utterly left me, “I- yes, Sir?” Denial for the foreseeable future? Anal only? I love to cum. I love feeling that complete joyous relief. That moment of bliss. But I can’t deny that my cunt has started to get soaked from hearing this. To know I won’t have any chance at another orgasm. At least from my cunt. Maybe in the future from my ass? But having an orgasm from my ass just doesn’t feel the same.
“Aww, you sound nervous,” he says chuckling at what I’m sure is a face of pure shock, “don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be a great little butt slut for me.”
“I- I’ll do my best for you, Sir.”
“Good butt slut,” he says pulling something from his pocket, “let’s start now.”
He has me turn around on my knees, so my ass is towards him. I put my head down and lifted my ass to him. This at least was something I was used to. This position. It brought comfort in a panicked moment. Which is a bit humiliating to realize. My head on the floor and my ass in the air, fully displayed to Sir, is a comfort. My cunt is definitely wet now with everything happening. I feel his finger run ever so lightly over my cunt before feeling what I can now identify as a plug moving over my cunt. Not enough pressure to get any sort of relief, never going in, only skimming the surface.
“Oh look, butt slut,” he slowly slides the plug back and forth over my cunt, “even your cunt is excited about this idea. It’s lubing up your plug for you. Your cunt can still have the use of preparing your toys for you.” I let out a little whimper at hearing that as he slides the plug back to my ass. I feel the pressure as he pushes it in. He slides it in and gives it a few tugs before smacking my ass to tell me I can turn around again.
I turn slowly, feeling the plug in my ass, feeling the wetness of my cunt. I’m wondering just exactly how this is going to go when you give me a bit of a clue.
“You’ll bump your daily plug time up to an hour for now. We want to make sure your ass in nicely prepared for all the use it will be getting from now on.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, mentally noting the extra plug time. My cunt always gets wet when I have my plug in, this is just going to make that even more so.
“I think we’ll make a lot of your edging anal edging as well.”
“I- um, yes, Sir.” I feel like I’m on auto repeat. I’m just saying the same thing over and over. But I can’t think of anything else. My cunt is starting to drip down my leg and I want so badly to just rub it on something, but that isn’t even something I can do now. My normal edging won’t be humping random objects now, it’ll be doing that with my ass, or fucking my ass with a plug. The humiliation of that alone is enough to make a jolt go through my cunt. Which is just unhelpful, really, at this point.
Sir motions for me to stand back up and he takes a moment to run his hands over my ass.
“Such a good anal only butt slut for me,” he says with a pat on my ass, “this is going to be very enjoyable. I think we’ll use the anal beads tomorrow. It’ll be fun to pull them out and push them in all day.” With a final pat on my ass he walks off, leaving me with my thoughts and my soaked cunt. I have a plug in my ass and I know that’s only the beginning. Anal beads always leave me dripping and he knows that. This is going to be a vicious cycle, something in my ass, my cunt getting wet, not being able to relieve that neediness, and making me even more wet, until the next thing in my ass and it’ll start all over. But I want to try. I want to do well with this. I want to please him with this. I want him to use my ass however he’d like. To torment my cunt with denial. Knowing I’m denying my cunt for him. Knowing I can still please him with my ass, even if that is humiliating.