Wicked Wednesday: Owned like a table. Or car.

While we drove to my house I said, “Have you ever had a butt-plug in you before, Claire?”

Her face was already red. She knew she’d chosen whatever happened from this point, and believed that only a shameless woman would do that. “No, Master. It feels strange.”

I smiled. “It makes you very aware of yourself. As a possession, not an independent person, all alone.”

Claire considered that. “I don’t think I can say how I feel, Master.  But…. I’m very happy so far. Even though my ass hurts.”

5 thoughts on “Wicked Wednesday: Owned like a table. Or car.

  1. I liked this. The mixture of dominance and care. The certainty of the directions, the tightening of the control around her pulling her focus onto Him. Slowly and surely.

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