Master's surprise with my first anal beads

Anal beads have always intrigued me. I get incredibly wet just thinking about them.

Slide one bead at the time up my genitals, feeling the tension build and shrink, the beads massaging within me more with every addition...

They were on my master's shopping list today.

Needless to mention, I was curious and excited about what lay ahead.

I was told by the other slaves that Master had been in a happy mood recently and was giving them slutty surprises. One slave even allowed him to enter them with his own cock.

As I walked into the shop, I felt giddy.

Anal beads for sale

I walked through the doors that were closed and heard a small bell above my head.

A young man with bleached blonde hair and spiked hair approached me behind the counter. He asked if I could find any information.

I blushed, and then looked down at the ground. Master had forbidden me to speak in any circumstance.

I reached out and held the list in my hand, motioning for him to accept it.

He was confused and looked at me. He quickly grabbed the list. After a while, he looked at it again and signalled to me to follow him.

The back corner of the shop featured a large display of anal beads. Some had only two beads on the string, while others had six or more.

As the clerk pulled out a bright pink set anal beads with four-inch lengths, my eyes grew larger. The orbs were the size of a candy machine gumball.

He was talking about how he had personally used the set and thought it was great for beginners.

He nodded, and led me to the other items.

I chose a thick, dark leather riding crop with a large amount of Master's preferred oil.

Master's demands

For the past three hours, I have sat in my car, waiting for orders.

My phone rings. Master is calling me from the other end and demanding that I go to his dungeon immediately.

I obey without hesitation and turn on my car.

As I drive along the streets, my thoughts wander to the Master's plans.

It could be anything. Is he going to give me his cock? He might make me perform with the beads. Will he force me to show him the beads?

Another slave waits for me as I park my car. They all nod in silence, it seems the Master has forbidden us from speaking this week.

I enter the dungeon, kneel down on the ground, and wait for my orders.

He commands, "Stand up!"

I remain silent and keep my eyes on the floor in front. He is well aware of how much he hates eye contact.

He demands that you hand over the items he requested.

I quickly put my hands on his chest and offered the bag of things to him. His authoritative tone makes my pussy tingle with excitement.

He says, "Bend over, and take off your clothes."

Compliance of slaves

I immediately do as I'm told.

My thighs still have scars from the last session. The leather he has me in is tight and rips at my tender skin.

He scoffs at me, and I bow at the hip to him.

As my boney structure comes in contact with the concrete floor, I instantly drop to my knees.

As another slave blindfolds him, I can hear him rustling the bag.

He grabs me by the arms and hands them behind my back. My face is on the ground and it becomes difficult to remain bent over.

My tits hang low and my nipples barely touch the concrete. I feel aroused and anxious.

He is pulling out something from the bag. I can hear the plastic creaking slowly. I begin to make guesses about what's going to happen next.

Is he going to lubricate and penetrate me? Is he going to beat me with the riding crop? Will I bleed?

My second guess was right. There's silence after the crinkling stops.

CRACK!

The sound of the riding crop striking my base ass breaks the silence. I let out a small whimper in surprise and pain.

He's furious.

"Did you tell me to speak, slave?" He grumbles.

I shake my head, silently uttering "no"

He spits disgustedly, "You don’t deserve what you get."

Orgasm with anal beads

I can hear him putting a latex glove on his large hand as the bag creaks more.

He pours cold lube over my anus, and then he uses his latex-clad hands to rim it.

As the sensation of pleasure rushes through my body, my nipples press closer towards the ground, I exhale heavily.

I can feel him slide the anal beads between my cheeks, lubricating them while he doesuses more on me.

Without warning, he pulled back and stopped touching me.

It is silent, except for the soft part of oil falling from my anus and dripping down my vulva and onto my clit.

It makes me tremble with fear.

After nearly a minute of silence, I feel him forcefully insert the beads into my genitals.

They are almost too large for me, and the pain is intense.

My pussy is now soaking, as I clench my teeth around the toy.

Two fingers are pushed into my vagina, and I feel it more strongly than ever before.

He bent his fingers and massaged my g-spot.

His massage and the beads that he used to massage my anal cavity were too much.

I can cump almost instantly and moan loudly in joy.

He immediately releases his hand and pushes my body onto the ground.

He is furious at me and shouts at me for cumming with his permission.

I hear the door open and am left lying on the ground, my beads hanging from my ass.