Submission, anal fucking (with pegging)

In my fantasy it is like this...

After sharing fantasies for some time with a guy who is as anal as I am, we agree to meet in a pre-agreed scenario. He is to arrive first and prepare himself. I phone him and tell him I will arrive in 10 minutes and expect him to have followed my instructions exactly.

I tell him he is expected to be on the floor, kneeling down, arse up, head down and hands behind his back with his arse facing the door with his blindfold and collar on to show his total submission. I watch the time and leave it a few minutes longer before entering to see his bare arse and the rest of him in the position we have agreed.

As the door clicks closed, I see him shudder. I take his wrists and cuff him with black leather cuffs behind his back and attach a leash to his black leather collar. Now he is mine until I decide he is not. I tug at the leash to underline the situation.

I pull on some surgical gloves and start massaging his buttocks, and he moans. I smile and think, "I have only started."

I continue massaging, pulling the skin in such a way as to emphasize the lack of lubricant. Circling his arsehole with my thumb, his dick is becoming harder, but it is much too early for that. I take a glycerin suppository and rub it against his anus, finally pushing it in in a single thrust. I let him adjust to my largest finger up his arse, and feel him clenching. I withdraw my finger slowly and watch his arse follow, not wanting to lose the sensation.

I take a small inflatable butt plug and lube it up. Just looking at it makes me hot knowing what I am about to do with it. I put one hand back on his buttocks and with the other take the butt plug and rub it round his buttocks, watching him squirm. But we have plenty of time.

I rub it down his arse crease before direct contact with his anus, which I massage before penetrating him with it. He groans. I start pumping air into the butt-plug, little-by-little, tugging every so often. I know the suppositories will take some time, so when I am satisfied the butt-plug cant be expelled, I tie his leash to the bed. Before I leave him, I stuff earplugs into his ears, depriving him of yet another sensation. We have agreed on the scenario in advance. He knows it is a matter of time before the suppository takes effect, and that I am the only way out of his predicament.

Slightly off scenario, I set a ticking timer for 15 minutes and leave it near to his ear. He may hear the ticking, ticking down to the cramping, but if he doesn't, the alarm will take him by surprise.

I run a hot bath with bubbles, I get in and relax. I keep an eye on the time. When I am finished, I wrap myself in the white hotel bathrobe and fill two enema bags. I can already hear him whimpering as the suppositories take effect.

Finding him trembling and cramping, I stroke his hair tenderly, "Poor boy, do you want me to help you?"

He nods, and I untie the leash and tug him towards the bathroom. At the toilet bowl, I put his head in and ask, "You aren't going to make a mess, are you?"

He shakes his head, knowing he is long past controlling his bowels once the plug is deflated and removed. His body is trembling, and I tug him by the collar to his feet and he groans as the contents of his bowels are re-arranged. I put on more surgical gloves and sit him down, reaching behind to open the valve which will slowly ease his situation. He whimpers as the slow release continues, and I start rubbing his nipples as a distraction. His face gradually loses the tension as his bowels empty and his enjoyment of his nipples increases.

I am standing in front of him, and I open the bathrobe, holding my dripping cunt close to his nose. He obviously can smell as his tongue pokes out trying to find something. I tease him some more. But we have plenty of time.

His nipples are nice and hard, so I clamp the left one. He lets out a gasp. I let the chain attached to it dangle, the weight adding to his discomfort, and then attach the right. He makes a cry this time, and I make the chain sway.

I lift his head by the collar to get him to his feet and then take him kneeling to the ground, his head down, his wrists still bound behind him. It is time for a good clean-out. I attach the enema bag, the water still warm from my bath, and release the flow, gradually raising the bag and hanging it from the shower rail. I watch his discomfort as his bowels fill. He gasps, and I stroke his hair and then his back and his buttocks. I set the timer again for 10 minutes and again place it near his head to accentuate the passage of time. I keep stroking his hair. "That's a good boy."

I go to get a glass of wine and return to watch his progress. He is cramping, so I go behind him and take my hands under and massage his stomach. I can see the alarm will go off shortly, so I return to my glass of wine and wait until it does, startling him and making him jump with the consequence impact in his bowels.

"Are you ready now?"

He nods urgently, and I pull him first upright to his knees and then to his feet, backing him up to the toilet, then pushing him down to sitting position. Again I reach behind to release the valve, and again his discomfort is gradually relieved as he pisses the contents of his bowels through this pipe in his arsehole.

After he is finished, I bend him forward and release the mechanism so that the butt-plug deflates, pulling it right out. Putting lube into my gloved hand, I massage his arsehole, and he groans only this time with pleasure. As we agreed in advance, I ask if he is OK. He says, or rather groans, "Yes."

I ask, "So you want to go on?"

He replies, "Please don't stop now."

"OK. So it's time for a bit of a shower. I guide him again by pulling at his collar so he gets to his feet and moves with me towards the bath. I lift his first leg into the shower, then his second follows. His exquisite dick, which I have fantasized over, is hard, and I can't resist taking hold of it. But he must have his shower.

I leave the temperature on cold, just to keep things under control. He gasps at the cold water. I lather him up and rinse him, mostly the lower half and feel turned on as I handle his dick and balls and buttocks. I turn him to face me and attach his nipple clamp chain to the shower rail, just to make sure he stays in position.

I say into his ear, "It's time you were shaved." I lather up his pubic area and butt with an old-fashioned brush and shaving soap and set to work with a sharp old-fashioned blade. I can see he is nervous, but each time he moves, he gets a tug on his nipples. I take his hard dick in my hands and shave all around. He will have frequent physical reminders of this encounter for some time as his pubic and arse hair grows back.

I release his nipple chain and get him to turn and bend over, pulling at his nipples to get him in position. I spread one arse cheek, shaving first one side, then the other, touching the blade to his anus, feeling him tense, knowing that much further and with any force, he is close to an injury that could leave him bleeding to death or at the very least with an excruciatingly shameful admission to the hospital. But I am only playing, making him understand his degree of submission. It is often more powerful (and sexual) to have power but then not use it. Anyhow, my arse is hungry.

I get him upright, then shower him down and admire my work. I towel him down and take his collar again and guide him into the bedroom.

"I guess your shoulders and wrists are sore by now."

He nods, and I release his wrists. I first sit him, then lay him on his back on the bed. I attach his wrists and ankles and admire his exquisite dick. I lube up my arse and then start licking his dick, teasing him before taking the head in my mouth and sucking. Then removing a condom from its wrapper, I unroll it over his hard dick, and he is moaning. I get on the bed and kneel over him, getting into position over his dick, guiding it along my crack and then to my arse hole. He is moaning as I sit my arsehole onto his dick and start lowering my weight onto him. I am by now so turned on and place more pressure until the head of his ridiculously exquisite dick is in inside my arsehole, and with more pressure my arsehole makes its way down his dick.

I sit as I absorb the sensations, but feel him inside me and under me straining to fuck, and so the momentum builds and I am fucking him, being fucked by him. It builds to a crescendo of sensation and orgasm and release, and then his dick is no longer inside me and we are both breathless and sated ... for the time being.

When I have recovered a little, I remind him it is his turn to be fucked in the arse next. He doesn't look unhappy about it.

I get myself a cold beer and return to the bed, occasionally teasing him and pouring some into his open mouth. He still cannot see. His ears are still plugged. He is mine to play with and fuck with as I like until I decide I am finished. I like this feeling of control. I tug playfully at his nipple clamps, just to remind him who is in control.