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sub’s dreams come true, this innate yearning was about to be fulfilled. Skilfully competent and of course well trained, I surreptitiously inserted the index finger of my right hand into sub’s anal cavity. His anus offered significant resistance to this perceived violation and as I pushed further I could feel the muscles contracting. Sub and I had earlier discussed and agreed the use of suitable safe words and had opted for the universally tried and tested traffic light system. Green meaning go, amber for proceed with caution and red for stop, as per driving a vehicle upon any highway so to speak. Prior to proceeding further into the shaven asshole, I would of course need to confirm sub’s colour of choice, which would require removing the now bedded in ball gag.
    As his mouth was liberated, sub let out a definitive “Green Mistress, definitely green” and with my finger delving deeper into the unknown, sub was clearly straining in the confines of his cock cage. Ever responsive to a sub’s needs I decided to release his dick from its imprisonment and retrieved the key from my cleavage. With its release his cock sprang into action and almost immediately emitted a full blown erection and simultaneously signified the green light to continue.
    With a little more lube to ease the passage, I entered a second finger into sub’s ass and then a third, exploring every inch of his chamber. By now the drool from his perfectly erect penis had spread from the tip of his phallus to the expanse of the duvet and I could tell that his ass hole had become was relaxed and nonchalant, unconcerned with any impending insertion. As I pulled out my fingers from sub’s ass and before his muscles had a chance to retract in defiance, I replaced them with the smallest of my liquorice lube butt plugs. Sub gave out another moan as I effortlessly pushed the plug in to its maximum length.
    â€œNowhere near big enough ass whore” I remarked, pulling out the torpedo and reinstating another bigger one.
    This time sub’s ass offered a modicum of a struggle but by no means an outright refusal. His tunnel was well on the way to being stretched to capacity and I could feel my nipples harden at the very thought. Although sub was just getting started in the anal arena, I deemed that he was in fact ready to accommodate the biggest of my butt plugs, and duly introduced it complete with its tapered edges and elongated point into the now pulsating pit. With the palm of my hand I nudged the plug further into his anus, and with each thrust sub offered thanks and even more pre-cum.
    â€œYou’ve done well sub, but not well enough” I retorted, and meanwhile construing that ice would now be needed.
    Leaving sub confined to the bed and constrained in terms of retaliation, I promptly exited the now boudoir on a daring raid to infiltrate the ice dispenser. The mission was exciting and enticingly erotic, after all, at any point the lift doors could open and the inhabitants be confronted by a leather clad lady in porn heels. Alas on this particular occasion the assignment was completed without hindrance on my part and trauma on theirs. On my successful return, I emptied the two plastic pots full of ice into one of the provided tumblers. With sub still restrained and penetrated with one of my anal curios, I jammed the glass dildo into the beaker. With all the action in sub’s asshole he sure as hell needed a cool down, and my borosilicate bum buggerer would be more than adequate. When placed in ice, glass cools down incredibly quickly, and it wasn’t very long before the curvaceous work of art was ready to investigate sub’s orifice. With sub being well prepared, the bulbous end of the dildo slid in with extreme ease, rapidly followed by the ribbed shaft. The heat from sub’s ass caused the uber-chilled dildo to condense as it made its journey further into the anal abyss.
    â€œAmber Mistress” exclaimed sub