Past The Point of Pain: Part One, By True's Doll-Ann Since I have been with my Master we have explored many limits and why I have them. One activity I have struggled with for a long time is due to past abuse from my ex-husband Dick, anal sex has not been an easy boundary for me to have tested.
When Dick and I first began our sexual relationship we each had an open mind about many things, exploration with new activities was never an issue. We both seem thick girl enjoys a large black cock always enjoy testing ourselves and each other, and never had we considered anything we did together as abnormal.
Soon after we were married though, things began to change in Dick's psychological makeup. I was working when we were first married and Dick worked and also attended a trade school. Things weren't always easy and we had our share of struggles just as many other newly weds.
Young and newly married we had all the usual pressures, bills for the first time in our lives, the thought of children and when would be the best time to start a family. Several months after we were married I got sick and was unable to work for a long time.
I lost my job which didn't make the problems with the mounting bills any easier. Children still were not an issue, even though I badly wanted to be a mother even in spite of the struggling we were going through. He was adamant, no children until he finished school. Looking back on things now, so many years ago, I believe that his decision not to have kids right away was probably the only thing Dick was ever right about. Our sex life had always been good, and the fact neither of us was afraid to explore and entertain our open mindedness kept things in the bedroom new, fresh and exciting.
We didn't have a lot of money to go out often but we were able to spend a little money on a few sexual aids to help enhance and broaden the field of sexual fulfillment. Before our second wedding anniversary we had several dildos and vibrators, and then about a month before we were to celebrate the first two years, he came home with something new, an anal plug.
That night was wild, I enjoyed the feeling of opening up and trying something that was considered so taboo, or so I thought.
Things were good, we were happy, but that happiness was to be very short lived. Our sexual happiness began it's down hill decline after that night, in fact looking back on it all now, I think I can safely use the term "those days were numbered".
It wasn't even two weeks before he came home again with another surprise. But this time it wasn't a new toy, and it also wasn't one of those rare pay raises we craved and became elated over when they appeared on his checks. No, he came home one night with an invitation to a church from one of his coworkers. From the moment we stepped into the "church" which wasn't a real church as I knew growing up, things changed between us. This new and unconventional church wasn't even in a church type building, the meetings were broke down and called cell groups and main central teachings.
Home teachings were what they called each small group of people that would meet in someone's home every week. Central teachings were when all the many smaller home teaching groups exotick hot latina nina north oils up her huge tits hardcore cumshot the city would come together and meet in a converted warehouse.
Cell groups were even smaller groups formed from the home teaching members, broken down into women's cells and men's cells.
I couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right. I worried why he couldn't see what I did in these people. Using the word fanatic seems only partially fitting to help describe this new group of friends he was making and forcing into our lives. A cult was another term that kept popping up into my thoughts but I could never prove anything until our marriage had disintegrated into something I no longer recognized. It took years, and the birth of our first two children before I could get him to see the unhealthiness of these people.
During that time though from the beginning of his religious fanaticism and until I could convince him that this church was not where we belonged, Dick had changed into this person I feared. Soon after he began going to meetings, he made me walk behind him and not with him holding his hand.
If I did anything to anger him I suffered for days with painful bruising, knocked out teeth, broken bones, and lest I mention all the different cigarette burns and other various injuries and humiliations, none of which could ever be mistaken as consensual kink.
Violence had become a mainstay in my home. I feared him more with each passing year. It wasn't long after the beatings and verbal and emotional abuse started that marital rape became my constant nightmare that I couldn't seem to escape from.
The openness we once shared was shattered time and again after the beatings and hurtful words wasn't enough to satiate his growing anger.
I remember times of laying on the floor, bleeding, broken and bruised and having my clothing ripped from my body and raped, always anally. It took me several more years before I finally said enough and I walked out. The physical reminders of those beatings no longer visibly seen, but eternally felt. Things I once enjoyed, taken and ripped away as if they were layers of wallpaper to hide a flawed wall.
Walls, yes, flawed walls…built up to protect me from the pain inside. For over a dozen years I had been made to believe that I was nothing, that I was stupid and undeserving of anything good. But I was finally free from his fists and rage. I began a new life. It took me several more years to find this consensual lifestyle with my Master. But the cost of my past marriage was high. The anal sex I had once enjoyed, I now feared and hated.
Several others before my Master tried, only to give up and walk away from the subject saying I was just too much trouble to continue. When Master and I met we discussed a few things we each desired, needed and wanted from the other, we eventually shared a list of interests.
But before that list was done we had discussed certain issues katrena kafe xxx porn borst as anal sex. I expressed my distaste for the activity and He wondered why I had not made it one of my hard limits. I had to think about this. I explained to my new Master of the abuse I suffered at Dick's hands.
It was a conversation I had had with Dominants before Him, but this time something was drastically different. I felt a closeness to Him like I couldn't believe.
I found that I could tell Him anything and He wouldn't judge me or feel I was too much trouble. Even though each day these feelings of trust grew, it still took me weeks before I could bring myself to tell Him that I had once enjoyed this now hated and dreaded activity.
Dick had taken so much from me, including running off and disappearing with our precious children. It has been years since I have seen those sweet faces. I long and dream of the day we will all be reunited. He has ripped away my sense of safety, my self esteem, trust, and enjoyment in the simplest of things. Each thing I struggle with that has it's trouble spots originating from his terroristic manipulations, I find that I also struggle with making them hard limits.
It is like still allowing him to have a say or a power in what I do. And as Master and I talked and I began to open up to Him, He said I could not let this man continue to win, He said He could not allow me to allow him to continue to win.
That is how the decision was made to push a hard boundary. One of the first major boundaries my Master pushed was that of fisting. He saw where I had listed it as an interest on the list I filled out for Him. He has had a special way of drawing out the things I fear the most and turn them around in a way where I can see that the only things I need to fear is fear itself, and fear in not allowing myself to go and stay in some sort of holding pattern where I hold back from not only Him but from myself too.
Master was not the first man I had served as a submissive, but He is the one that has brought out my submission like no other. I had served several very briefly and had served one man by long distance and on the internet for five years. I will always love Him and the wonderful Dominant He became while we were together, but for reasons we each had we had to part and go separate ways, but He is one that I can say is truly one of the best friends I have yet today.
Master and I met online one evening while I was in a chat room for the first time in several years. I was finding it more distasteful than I remembered them to be like when I first got online all those years ago.
This night I discovered that there seemed to be many more wannabe's and spam than there were actually serious people of the lifestyle. I was in the midst of trying to close out the many different message boxes that had popped up when Master's message popped up in the middle of the all the rest.
I am not sure why I answered His message, maybe it was because of how polite He had approached me. So far that night I had received dozens of IM's inviting me to check out so-n-so's personal web site, and just as many messages from self proclaimed doms almost young enough to be the age of one of my children.
But I did answer Him, and I think it was one of the luckiest nights I have ever had. Now we are together and life feels more complete. Life has changed so much for me since that first night.
I have always loved to feel a Dominant's pain but Master has this beautiful way of bringing more of the pain slut out then I sexy brunette gets fucked in various positions ever been aware was there.
He finds this mixture of pleasure and pain for me that meld together and sends me to a place where nothing else in the world exists except for He and I. Our first few weeks together was turbulent at best, I tested Him for reasons I still cannot understand. I don't know if it is because I have had this unspoken need to feel someone who isn't afraid of who He is and therefore allows Himself to push for what He wants or what.
I have served too many timid Master's in the past which is why I see how they never lasted. One Master I served wasn't timid but I found him to be as cruel and grossly controlling as my ex-husband. My Master now has a sadistic side but well tempered with His more romantic and sensual side as well. Nothing is done without purpose, be it pain, pleasure wife fucked at the park doggystyle hotwife that wonderful blend between them both.
My testing period was short lived when measured by time, but when measured by pain, it almost seems like an eternity. The nights we spent getting to know one another were riddled with open defiance, back talking and a sheer battle of wills that I think help to show us just who we are together. Any other man would have lost patience and walked away, but not Him, I quickly learned that He was unlike any other. He was calm, and not prone to a hair trigger temper, and when He doled out His punishments, I just as quickly discovered how He was not timid.
It took a while before I could bring myself to talk about anal sex with Master. I remember that night very clearly. I had been divorced from my ex-husband going on twelve years, several had tried to get me to accept the activity, but all had failed.
The night Master and I talked, I found myself unable to hold anything back. Sure I had told other Dominant's of my past, but not in depth fake agent shy british blonde amber deen sucks big cock tube porn certainly never admitting to anyone that Daddy fucks teen daughter mum joins pigtail had once enjoyed being taken that way.
But when I told my Master, I felt a great burden being lifted. I watched as His eyes softened, and heard the tone of His voice shift. He knew as did I that a major wall that had long ago been built to shield and protect me was tumbling away. End of Part one: After unburdening my deepest secret to Him, I instantly felt relieved, and yet I also felt this deep tingle, the tingle of trepidation.
Not a fear of Him, but a fear of myself and failing. I wasn't sure that chisa kirishima sexy mature asian redtube free japanese porn videos asian movies mature clips tube p though I had finally let go of the truth, if I was going to be able to allow myself to relax enough when and if the time ever came to face the boundary being pushed. Master had me to climb onto His lap and He held me close, kissing me and soothing away the tears that slowly flowed over my cheeks.
Those tears were like my body washing out all the pain I had held on to for way too long. Master's kisses were warm and engulfed me with a sense of safety and love. We sat like that for the longest time, finally He said it black babe plays with her wand amateur toys time for bed.
We stood and holding hands walked down the hall to our room and prepared for sleep. I turned down the bedding and picked up my nightshirt and was headed towards the bathroom, Master gently took hold of my wrist and took away the nightshirt I held, "little one, go on to the bathroom, do what you need to do, but you won't be needing this tonight.
Tonight I want to feel your body bared and open to me." I swallowed hard fighting back the instinctual panic that rushed through me. I almost had no breath as I whispered, "Yes, Sir." Master kissed my forehead and chuckled, "Hun, stop letting that vivid imagination of yours scare you, you have no idea what I want or even if I will do anything tonight about what you revealed to me.
Now go, go pee, wash up and return to our bed." I shivered just slightly as I always do when I hear Him tell me to go and do things for Him. Sometimes during the day I might hear the familiar beep-beep of my cell phone alerting me that I have a text message and when I look I will find some innocent little directive like, 'go potty for me'. No go to the bathroom and play, or anything sexual, just a simple, go potty.
I think that is when a submissive knows that they are truly owned, when they find themselves following such a simple task without question. The first time He did this, I went, I didn't necessarily have to go at the time, but I did anyway because it was what He had wished for. Afterwards I wondered why He sent me that message, and even though I can't really say for sure why, I have come to the conclusion, "Because He can." So I went to the bathroom, then I washed up and returned to our bed, without question.
As I stepped back into our room I saw Master was already in the bed, laying on His side with His head propped up on one hand, patting the spot next to Him with His other. "Come here little one, come to bed." I was suddenly nervous again, I love Him and yes, I trust Him. I trust Him with my body, with my mind, and I trust that He knows when it's time to push limits and boundaries. But was I really ready? Was He even going to go there that busty milf leeanna heart does her mature twat with a toy
I didn't see anything but Him, no toys, at least not on this side of His body, who's to say what He had behind His back. I bit my bottom lip, trust I told myself. Trust. I took a deep breath and got into the bed, turning my back and scooting up against Him. Master lifted His arm and placed it around my waist, pulling me even closer, spooning my body before I felt His hand move downward, stroking my hip and back up. His hand glided upward slowly and softly till His fingers landed under my chin.
A slight nudge towards Himself and I turned and tilted my face towards Him. His warm stripper kiesha grey full story covered mine as my body followed the turn of my head until our bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
Locked in a deep kiss Master's fingertips trailed along my breasts, He lightly tweaked a nipple just enough to hear me moan softly. Moisture between my legs began to gather, my clit hardened and throbbed.
I could feel how erect He was before He parted my legs and stroked softly the pussy that He owns completely. Back and forth so agonizingly slow, making my breathe catch and my hips began to slowly move with His touch. I gasped as I felt two of His fingers enter me just as He broke our long kiss and took a nipple into His mouth and rolled His tongue over it, sucking until it felt swollen russain new xxx sister small began to ache with great need.
His lips felt so heavenly as He kissed down between each breast and over my stomach, I arched my back as His fingers curled deeper inside my pussy and His mouth clamped over my clit. Master sucked my clit in and out of His mouth, I felt it swelling as my forced sex with mom sleep had done only a few mere minutes before. His fingers were sliding effortlessly in and out stroking hard against my g-spot. Just as I felt my orgasm becoming so overwhelming and I began to beg I felt one of His fingers leave the warmth of my pussy and laid against the entrance to my ass.
I wanted to please Him, I wanted and needed desperately to cum but I knew if I asked permission I would be made to clarify exactly what it was I wanted. I tried with every ounce of strength I had to fight the orgasm back, but it was growing so intense with the pressure I felt from His finger laying against my ass. Finally I couldn't take anymore, "Please!" I gasped.
"Please Sir, may I cum?" as I rolled my head back and forth and tried to scoot away from His fingers and mouth. Master sat up slightly, taking His mouth from my throbbing clit, His thumb gently stroking it, "How does My little slut want to cum for her Master?" Wiggling His fingertip that was pressed tightly against the puckered hole of my ass. "Ohhhhhh God please, please…please Sir, may I cum!" I begged again. The pressure of His finger on my ass, the tantalizing wiggling against my g-spot, the slow methodical stroking of /His thumb against my clit, I couldn't help it any longer, I was going to need His permission or lose control and possibly face punishment for cumming without permission.
My back arched again and my body instinctively pushed back against His fingers. I felt the tip of the finger playing with my ass begin to enter, I stiffened but yet I moaned in pleasure. No more words were needed, Master had what He wanted, that low careening moan spoke volumes.
Master began stroking the fingers He had in my pussy and ass in and out, His thumb on my clit, my body was shaking as I tried to hold back and wait for the badly needed permission. He shifted and removed His one finger that was stroking my g-spot sexy some with a lusty mum momsandteens threesome joined it with the one inside my ass. Instinctively I raised my hips to meet His hand as His fingers slid in and then fell gently back against the bed as He withdrew them.
I was allowed to cum as my hips rose again and He held me in mid air by sliding His other hand beneath me and lowered His face to my clit.
Gently He let me back down against the bed then He withdrew His fingers. I was watching Him smile down at me as I looked at Him framed between my open legs.
His hands were resting on each of my knees which were now easing my legs back and His hard erect cock entered deeply inside my pussy in one fluid stroke. I was so wet and He slid in so very deep, He held Himself still before drawing back out, in and hold, and back out. He told me to cum at will. I came so many times as He slowly fucked me that I could feel my own wetness flowing from me and running over my ass. Pulling from me I knew He was coated enough to probably enter me, but He still grabbed the lube from the nightstand and applied it not only to Himself but to me as well.
I was holding my breath and biting my bottom lip as I watched His hand stroke Himself. "Breathe little one, and trust. Trust me, I won't hurt you, we will win over this fear together." I couldn't help the impulse to stiffen, the resistance of my tight ass made me squirm as His cock slowly slid past the opening He paused till He felt me begin to relax. Caressing my face, He dried the tiny tears that managed to pool at the corners of my eyes.
Master was trying so hard to be as careful as He could, making sure to move slowly, and deeper little by little till He mom and son morning sex my tightness giving way gradually.
I groaned at the painful burning sensation while He continued to enter young couple is streaming a live sex more, His hands moved to the insides of my thighs, pinning my legs wide open.
It seemed to take forever before I felt my Master fully inside of me when I did I moaned and fought the urge to squirm away. But when my Master heard that low soft moan He withdrew slowly until He was almost completely out, I sighed with relief.
Then I felt Him just as gently as the first time, but not as slow, reenter me until He was once again buried deep.
I moved slightly trying to accommodate the size of His cock, causing my muscles to contract around Him, almost like a milking sensation. Master groaned as He felt my body reacting and opening up to take Him, That burning sensation began to subside and with my eyes locked with His I felt no fear. I was letting go of the past, the nonconsensual pain I remembered, and in it's place I was finding a pleasure I had once lost, the tears changed, from fear of failing Him to those flowing freely from letting go.
My body relaxed more and I began to move my bottom in rhythm with His. Master's hands eased their grip from holding my legs down and spread opened, I relaxed even more. "Good girl." I heard Him say and my entire world opened to Him as I heard those precious words of endearment. Moving with a greater ease now Master began to fuck me faster. My breathing quickened, pain and pleasure making such a sweet mixture. Within minutes I was doing something I hate, I was begging, pleading for Him to fuck me harder.
Master loves to hear me beg, almost as much as He loves my tears, this night He got both. The pain mixed with intense pleasure was becoming more than I could handle, I felt myself begin to drift to that wonderful place only my Master can take me. I no longer knew if I could take anymore, all I knew was His voice, His touch, my voice was gone. It was like I had stepped outside of myself and was soaring somewhere above, floating on the sounds of Master's voice.
I was past the point of pain, pain of the past, and past the pain of the present. I don't even remember when or even if my Master came with me or not. All I had was His soothing words and His loving touch.
My Master had taken me past the point of pain.