I glanced at the timer – not an easy task as my ass was in the air and my forehead on the floor of our bathroom. Five more minutes. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was the second day of my “consequence” for denying Sir access to my ass for no good reason.

Really, there was no good reason. Not even “I don’t want to.” Even THAT reason would have been acceptable to Sir. The reason, which was a BAD one, was that I wanted to piss him off. I knew this. He knew this. I knew I’d have a consequence for such petty behavior. He knew this. what I didn’t know was that this particular consequence would last for three full days – “Full” being the operative word.

The timer dinged and Sir began humming as he removed the tubing from the retention plug in my anus. My gut was cramping and I desperately needed releasing, but with that plug in there, THAT wasn’t happening.

“Kneel and recite if you still wish to continue TPE.”

Awkwardly, I did so because I absolutely did want to continue. I adored Sir having my power. I adored the freedom this allowed me.

“I freely give to you my power” sniff “and dominion over my body. I denied you the pleasure of my body out of shear brattiness and willingly accept this consequence.”

“Straddle.”

I struggled to my feet and straddled the toilet. My hands were on my head and Sir clamped my nipples. I moaned. My gut cramping, the plug large and firmly in place. My nipples squeezed painfully causing my labia to swell and soften. Sir reached down, inserted two fingers, fucked me with them for a few minutes, then pulled them out.

He put them in my mouth to suck clean as I gazed into his smug, amused eyes. Using his other hand, he slowly removed the plug. I closed my eyes in humiliation as my gut released everything inside. Once the deluge has finished, he pulled his fingers out, kissed me, and left the room.

I slid down to sit on the stool, tears of shame running down my face. Eventually, I was cleaned out. Then, I cleaned all of the utensils Sir had used and took a very quick shower to make sure my body was also clean.

I went into the bedroom where Sir was waiting, naked on the bed. I gasped and wet my lips. He looked magnificent. Strong, smelling of musk, and obviously eager for me. Having already been instructed, I climbed on top of him and held myself above his cock while he inserted more lube into my anus.

Slowly, I positioned myself and slid down his cock, taking him balls deep into my ass.

“That’s it. Your pussy missing me yet?” he asked

I nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

I bucked my hips, fucking him, biting my lip in an effort not to come. His cock stretching me until I thought I might split in two. should that happen, I’d die happy.

He began thrusting harder, his fingers digging into my hips. I murmured his name. He slapped my ass. I felt his cock expand even more.

“Please,” I begged, not knowing if I could hold one one more second.

“Now,” he ground out as he shot his hot cream deep inside my cleaned tunnel. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and screamed, my orgasm crashing over both of us. Before I returned to earth, he unscrewed one clamp. The blood rushed into my nipple and I screamed again. And once again.

I collapsed on top of him, his arms strong around me, holding tightly to him until I could again breathe. He kissed the top of my head and murmured, “Well done. Now, Bend over the bed so I can insert your plug again then you can get dressed for work.”

By the time I finished, Sir was dressed and handing me a trave mug filled with strong, black coffee. I went op on my toes, kissed him, and said, “I love you.”

He kissed me back, then said, “I love you too. Not too uncomfortable for work?”

I giggled and replied, “No. It’s a good reminder. I love that at work every thinks I’m such a prude, but little do they know what a slut I really am.”

Sir laughed loudly before saying, “Yes, but you’re my slut, and you won’t forget that, will you?”

Absolutely not, Sir. Absolutely not.