After several more meals and a few baths Master arrived and ordered me into eat position. Ordinary I would have thought it meant that it was time for a feeding, but he didn’t have my dog bowl and my tummy was still full from the last meal. Instead he was carrying a plain brown paper bag and as I bent forward, raising my ass and pressing my udders down until the heavy silver rings in my nipples touched the rug; he smiled at me and said “I have a special treat for you today. My toy is getting a toy!”
As he finished his sentence, he pulled out a large metal anal plug with a long thin neck and a pink jeweled cap along with a small tube of lubricant. “Can you guess where we’re going to put this?” He asked.
I wasn’t a complete prude. I knew what an anal plug looked like and that thing looked like a monster. “Master is going to put it in the Cunt’s ass?”
“That’s right. It’s time we started using all your holes. That is why you exist after all; it’s why you were born. You are only a set of holes to be used aren’t you?”
“Yes Master, the Cunt is just a set of holes to be used. ”
“Have you ever had anything in your ass before?”
“No Master, the Cunt has never had anything in its ass before,” I replied as my legs began to shake nervously at the prospect of what was to come.
“That’s hard to believe,” he said as he squeezed a glob of lube onto the metal and began spreading it around on the smooth surface of the plug. “I would have thought a slutty little whore like you would have been taking it up the ass from every boyfriend and one night stand you came into contact with. Are you saying I’m wrong?”
“Master is always right. The Cunt would never imply that Master could ever be anything other than perfect,” I responded quickly, my heart beating loudly as I scrambled to find an answer that wouldn’t contradict Master but would also not be untruthful. The nerves of having a large metal intruder shoved up my rectum had been replaced by the fear of angering my Master.
He walked around behind me and knelt down. “Raise your ass more! Pop your hips up. I want to see that ass point to the ceiling.” I shifted my body in the hopes of pleasing him, moving my rear to point as high as I possibly could muster. My tummy jumped a bit as I felt his touch around my puckered hole. It was cool and slick as he rubbed lube around the entrance to my rectum, pushing his finger in to spread the goo inside me as well. Then he pumped his finger in and out several times before introducing a second finger. In and out, spreading and stretching my tight back hole. “You have an incredibly tight asshole,” he observed as he continued to pump his fat digits inside me. “Maybe you haven’t been taking it up the ass after all.”
Once he was satisfied that my anus had stretched enough to accommodate the plug, he removed his fingers and pressed the head of the shiny metal invader against my little hole and began to push and work it inside me. I steeled myself as I felt it stretch and enter me. Master reached around and started to rub my tummy in gentle circles. “Be calm,” he said reassuringly. “Don’t fight it, relax your anus completely. Just let it in.”
I stopped clenching and fighting and listened to my Master’s voice as I tried to relax my anal muscles fully. I let him push the plug inside me, deeper and deeper it went until I heard him say “there you go, it’s all in now. Look at how well you did!”
I felt a tingle of pride that my Master was pleased with me and his praise made my humiliation more bearable. I could feel the metal intruder inside me, stretching my rectum, making me feel as if I had to defecate but I knew that to be an illusion caused by the occupier that filled my anus. It was a constant discomfort and I found that when I clenched my rear, I could feel the plug within me all the more.
Master stopped rubbing my tummy and said “kneel position.”
I maneuvered on to my knees, spreading my thighs and cupping my udders. The plug shifted inside me as I moved, constantly reminding me of its presence inside my body. “Don’t worry about the plug coming out on its own. It’s big enough that the only time that plug can come out of you is when I remove it myself. Is that understood?”
I nodded “Yes Master, only Master can remove the plug from the Cunt’s ass.” I was actually a little relieved to know that it wasn’t going to slip out by accident because the last thing I wanted was to anger my Master inadvertently.
“I was thinking that there may be times that you want to say something or get my attention but you feel like you can’t because your first rule states that the Cunt may only speak when spoken to. Is that true?”
“Yes Master. There are times the Cunt would like permission to speak but doesn’t know how to get Master’s attention to do so.”
“I thought that might be the case. As such, I have come up with a solution for you.” He pulled out two shining silver bells that rang out loudly as he shook them in his hands. “Present your udders,” he commanded.
I lifted my tits even more, pushing them together as I arched my back to thrust them out further. He carefully hooked a bell on the ring embedded in my left nipple before doing the same to my right. “Now whenever you want to get my attention, all you have to do is shake your udders. Go ahead and try it.”
I took my hands off my tits and twisted my little body back and forth causing the bells to swing; the ringing echoing throughout the room as I did. “You’re only allowed this privilege if you use it responsibly. If I hear you constantly ringing those bells I’ll have no choice but to take them away and punish you. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master, the Cunt will only jiggle its tits when it has something really important to bring to Master’s attention,” I replied as my hands once more cupped my udders, my fingers grazing against the metal of the shiny silver bells as I did.
Although I was grateful that I now had a way to initiate communication with my Master, it turned out that I didn’t need to. I had become so used to blindly accepting his commands without thought, that there was truly nothing more that I had to add. Now whenever I moved I not only had the rattling of the chain that was always locked to my collar to keep me company but the ringing of the bells from my nipples as well.
Another couple baths had passed and Master was keeping me plugged almost all the time now. My routine changed slightly in that I used to do my business in a bucket whenever required but now I was completely dependent on my Master to pull out my plug and give me permission to go, which on a few occasions led to some extreme discomfort. After a little bit of trial and error, Master figured out that the best way to deal with the inconvenience of my biology was to give me an enema on a regular basis which not only cleaned me out completely but put me on a more predictable schedule.
There was another benefit to keeping me clean and ready to go back there as well as I was about to find out. “It’s been a while since I used that wet little whore hole of yours, hasn’t it?” He asked me as he pushed the nozzle and corresponding tube up my rectum to begin my regular enema.