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will have mine.”  
    “ Yes, Master Sweet.” Frankly, I would have agreed to anything if I thought it would get his fingers inside me. The heat from my spanking had distilled straight into my pussy.  
    He absently flicked my clit, causing me to gasp and buck. “Have you ever had a clip on here?”
    What kind of a question was that? “No.”
    “ You will enjoy it.” He continued to trace my sopping lips with his thick finger. I couldn’t take much more of this teasing. I shifted my body back, desperately aiming to impale myself onto that digit, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across my already burning cheeks.  
    “ Your body is mine, slave. You will get pleasure when and if I choose to give it to you. Taking it for yourself will earn you another punishment.”  
    Can’t blame a girl for trying . “Sorry.”
    “ Sorry who?” His hand left my ass. I quickly looked up and spotted it cocked back in the mirror, ready to strike another painful blow.  
    “ Master,” I blurted out. “Sorry, Master Sweet.”  
    The hand came down softly. “You’ll learn in time. Now, let’s continue. Have you ever had anal sex?”
    His hand swept slowly up my folds, coming to rest right against the rosebud of my ass. My breath jolted in my chest as he traced the tightly clenched opening. For everything, and everyone, I had done, that was one thing I hadn’t. My ass was strictly a no-fly zone. Yet here I was, with a thick, oily thumb pressing harder and harder against it, and powerless to stop it. Part of me wondered secretly if I even wanted to.
    “ No,” I whimpered, not caring how weak I sounded. I tensed, clenching all of my muscles in fear of what he might do.  
    “ Relax,” he ordered. “You are mine. All of you. I will have you as I please.”  
    It took all the determination I had to do as he asked. Every fiber of my being had been set on high alert. But though I feared the unknown, I couldn’t ignore the small part of me that wondered about it. Master Sweet exuded such certainty and strength. Though he’d already punished me once, it hadn’t been entirely unpleasant. If this was all going to work, then at some point I’d have to trust him.
    Slowly, he worked the tip of his thumb in a circular motion on my puckered bud. His other hand came down between my legs, drawing a straight line through my lips to my aching clit. His hands worked in tandem, drawing out a long moan from deep down inside of me.
    “ You see, slave? I know what you need much better than you do.”  
    I tried not to squirm as he pressed inward, breaking the barrier of my back passage. I held my breath, expecting pain, but to my surprise the intrusion was quite pleasurable. I’d never have expected it, nor would I ever have allowed anyone else to do this to me. But being restrained, powerless, and at the mercy of Master Sweet, had forced me to experience this unique sensation. I still had that stubborn tiger of pride roaring within me that this was all wrong. That I was giving up too much of myself. But the pleasure I felt was, I knew, far more about the numbing of authority than it was about the thumb in my ass. I felt myself opening up emotionally to the idea of submission as I opened up physically to the man who was dominating me.
    “ This is why I am the Master.”  
    “ Yes, you are,” I moaned against his leather pants as he slowly flexed that thick digit inside me.  
    The combination of his thumb in my ass and the other working my clit had my body buzzing. My cream dribbled down between my legs as a powerful orgasm drew close. Lost in the moment and panting as I neared the precipice, I rammed backwards against his hands, as far as the restraints would let me.
    I realized it a second too late. I was in trouble.
    Mater Sweet slid his thumb out. I felt abandoned, and worse, I knew another punishment was about to be delivered.
    “ You have been warned. This body is mine to do with as I please. You will only reach climax at my