Trying It On For Size Part 2

Tanya wasn't done tightening my bondage. Reaching down between her knees, she found the tether pulling my wrists down towards the center ring of the bondage strap at the foot of the bed and pulled it taught, then pulled it again, until I moaned in pain at the awful stretch on my wrists and shoulders. Then she leaned into the backs of my upraised legs, one at a time and pushed them back to the absolute limit of my flexibility, and a little beyond it, before tugging on the adjustment straps to remove all slack from the ankle tethers.

I can't even describe what it felt like to be so strictly and impossibly widely splayed open, while I watched her slip on the latex glove, smiling at me the whole time. Time seemed to stand still as she slowly, deliberately pumped glob after glob of lubricant onto the upturned fingers of her gloved hand. She was enjoying the moment. It must have been the moment she had played over and over again in her mind. This was the moment that was central to it all.

I was shaking, shaking with cold, shaking with fear, shaking with lust. As widely splayed as I was, there was no need to hold my ass cheeks open as she moved her gloved fingers to my anal entrance, formed two fingers into a hardened dart and plunged them in.

"Oh god, . . . Oh god," I moaned loudly, tilting my head back as far as it would go, bound as it was by the neck to the center bondage strap ring.

She reached in with a third finger and joined it to the first two to form a thickened dagger, plunging the digits in as far as they would go. This time, she wasn't going to waste time pleasuring me with a prostate massage. This was about her. She was going to take me and she was going to take me now. She plunged her fingers in and out, turning them and twisting them to ensure every part of my rectum was lubricated. Slowly she slid her fingers out until they exited with a slightly audible "plop." She held up her gloved hand, glistening in the soft light, hooked a thumb from her other hand at the cuff and pulled it off. Then, reaching over to the side table, she picked up a velcro cock strap. Not one of the smaller, eight inch ones like the one that was tied tightly around my own cock and balls, but one of the larger, twelve inch ones.