Don't Be Shy 4 (Patreon)

One hand nestled underneath the waistband of Kara’s lace panties. Kara felt the material bunch, twist, as Lena slowly peeled it down the sweep of her buttocks. She was barely anymore naked without the panties than with them, but the way Lena feasted on the sight… Kara was bent over facing the fireplace, feeling its heat on her face, but it felt like her ass was in the fire itself.

“You’re dripping, you know that, Kara? You have a pair of panties like a washcloth. I think I could actually squeeze them out and make quite a little puddle on the floor. And your cunt… you can’t know how hard it is not to touch that sopping cunt, Kara, darling. Are you about to come? You must be so close. Should I get you off?”

Kara shut her eyes. She was trying not to think about that—trying to pretend that her pussy wasn’t twitching, that she didn’t even have a snatch that was burning and soaking wet and throbbing, all from this literally whorish treatment.

She didn’t know what she’d do if she actually came from this; if she outright asked Lena to make her come like this was what she wanted. It was, but… Lena had made her want it, she hadn’t walked in here wanting to spread her legs and… she had to say no, she just had to, but in a way that Lena wouldn’t mind.

“What I want doesn’t matter, Mistress,” she gritted out, barely recognizing her own voice, it sounded so unnatural when she was making it be so even. Like an echo from another universe where she wasn’t feeling this inferno within her. “You wanted to… play with my ass… Mistress… so that’s what you should do.”

“That’s very true, Kara. A good answer. You really are naturally submissive. No wonder it’s only been seven times for you. You’ve only met men who can give you cock or fingers, not what you need. Kara, my dove, you need to be useful. To be absolutely indispensable to your master. Now, let me show you how indispensable you’ve become to me. Open your buttocks. Hold them apart.”

Kara couldn’t believe she was doing this. Everything else she’d done had hit her numbly, in a confused swirl of her determination to go through with this being undercut by desire… a purely physical response, and then a longing inside her that she told herself was only the sexual animal, wanting what felt good. If a vibrator made her come, it didn’t mean she was attracted to household appliances, did it? She just liked the vibrations.

Well, maybe her bicuriosity had led her to a thick vein of lesbianism, because the taboo she should’ve felt over being pawed and leered at by a woman had never kicked in, but now that her asshole, of all things, was being plied… Kara finally felt misgivings entering into the equation.

But at the same time, her clit was filled with hot blood, her folds were wet and electric. It thrilled her just to do what Lena said and to know that Lena, Mistress, approved of her… made her think of those fingers on her nipple and the way Lena had talked about her cunt, like it was a game she knew exactly how to win.

Lena touched her, there, between the moons of her buttocks. A wet, vinyl touch, tracing the roundness of her anus. Kara gasped, then mewled dispiritingly. Then giggled. The funny thing was, she or her body or whatever the difference was—it felt wrong to her, but not that Lena was doing this with her asshole. No, it was that the touch was all surgical glove and KY jelly instead of her. She wanted Lena’s bare hand. Or… something wanted Lena, just Lena…

“You’re not tensing up,” Lena observed, her lilting voice rich with amusement. “Have you done this before? You can admit it. I don’t have a virgin fetish.”

“Then why were you so pleased this is my first time… sex-working?” It was hard to carry on a conversation, think of the right words, with Lena rubbing at her tightly puckered grommet like a cat wanting to be let in.

“I told you, I’m tired of sex workers. That’s why I want a pet. And let’s be honest: who wants a cat when they can have a kitten?”

Before Kara could think of a reply, Lena obviously decided that it was time she be allowed in to Kara’s ass—that she had massaged enough lubricant to gain entry.

And Kara couldn’t say she was wrong. However tight her opening was, it wasn’t as tight as it had been—reluctantly giving in—allowing Lena’s gloved fingertip to intrude on the pristine emptiness of her hole. Just enough to let Kara feel that she wasn’t inviolate.

“Still not tensing up,” Lena purred. “You have a well-trained backside, Kara. Have you had a mistress before? Maybe a master? Or is this from personal study?”

Kara struggled to keep her breathing even enough to permit speech. As much as Lena praised her ‘training,’ she felt like she was madly out of control: her heart racing, her lungs heaving, nonexistent voices screaming in her ear about what this made her. Pet, sex worker… all nice words for whore. And that little fingertip was still fucking her like a whore.

“Answer, Kara. I can always stop.”

Kara couldn’t lose this chemistry; she didn’t even know if she enjoyed it, but if it went away, she’d always wonder what it was. What Lena was making her feel and how she was doing it. Anything this intense, this much herself… she had to know about it.

“I’ve read some—some books—”

“You don’t seem the type to have A Girl’s Guide to Sodomy on your nightstand,” Lena said, wiggling her finger in a little titter of motion that made Kara croon as much as wince. It was going in deeper—little by little it was taking up more of her.

“They were stories… where the characters, where they… did this sort of thing… and you’re always supposed to relax when a man, when someone… I mean, that’s just common sense, isn’t it? Something can’t get in when you’re all tensed up. You need to let it in the same way you’d let it out. You need to be… soft.”

Kara knew Lena would fuck her then, take her ass. She braced herself, then tried to force her body to relax, but it was too late. Lena was already pushing.

And then Kara learned that she couldn’t resist, even if she wanted to. Her asshole was too massaged, too loosened, too slippery. Lena’s finger popped inside, touching the spongy softness within, making Kara feel it as much as Lena was.

“Yessss,” Lena breathed, squeezing her thighs together, she was enjoying herself so. She kept pushing, getting her finger in to the first knuckle before she stopped and let Kara get her bearings.

Kara’s body jerked, trembling with the shock of entry. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but she was feeling so much that it seemed indistinguishable from pain. “It’s too much, it’s too much…”

The finger withdrew a little, almost teasingly.

Kara whimpered. The one thing worse than feeling this much was the threat of not feeling anything at all.

“I didn’t think we would have to establish a safe word so soon,” Lena said. Her voice was dark… not exactly displeased, but frustrated. “Why do I have a pet that doesn’t want to be played with?”

“I didn’t say I wanted to stop,” Kara moaned, not sure what her own voice was doing. She sounded to her own ears like she was begging, or maybe asking permission. But she had no idea what she was pleading for or what she wanted to do. “It’s just—it’s a lot.”

“The words you used were ‘too much.’ Too much implies a limit. A limit implies stopping. Or does my new toy like the thought of being broken?”

“I thought I was your pet, now I’m your toy?”

Lena’s finger wormed deeper, silencing Kara’s protects in a spasm of painful excitement. Her own hands trembled with passion, pulling at the dress she was still holding up and ripping it with an audible tear. She tried to restrain herself, but she was instinctively squirming further onto the table—taking herself away from that bulbous discomfort in her neat, even opening.

Lena only pressed in harder, snaking her tormenting finger down to where Kara could really feel it. Two full knuckles were inside her ass… her once virgin ass… she was feeling them with nerves she’d never discovered until now…

“When I play with you, you’re my toy,” Lena informed her. “But even when I’m not playing with you, you’re my pet.”

“Should I bark like a dog now?” Kara asked, feeling an urge towards insolence as powerful as her lust. She had to give in, but she couldn’t just give in without snarling a little. Like a cat who wouldn’t let its belly be petted without digging in its claws.

But in spite of that, she and Lena both felt her tremble, all of that trembling aimed in one direction—pushing her ass onto Lena’s probing finger, working it further in, sucking it all the way to the palm of Lena’s hand.

Lena twisted her finger from side to side, curling it, touching all the untested nerve endings of Kara’s virginal asshole. She listened to Kara groan in pain. She listened even more intently to the whimpering moans that those sounds became. They held pain but didn’t ask for relief.

What they did ask for, Lena was eager to give.

“Oh no, I find your present vocalizations entirely acceptable.”