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Since the night he’d accepted her right to train him, there’d been no further mention of one of the aspects of that training; that he submit to regular penetration, with a view to taming any male arrogance remaining in him. Now intending to implement that aspect of his training; Andrea left him standing, whilst she made her way through to get what she needed.
As soon as she returned, Mike understood why he wasn’t wearing any knickers; as she appeared holding a harness from which hung what was obviously a dildo. Alarm registered in his eyes, as he realised the harness was intended for him; but she held his gaze and smiled back, murmuring, ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you!’ ‘But!’ he started, prompting Andrea to hold up a finger to silence him. ‘But me no buts!’ she insisted, kneeling down by his feet.
Mike stepped into the leg loops with some trepidation and stood trembling like a captured animal as she pulled them up his legs; before meekly waiting while she secured the waistband. The tube of gel made a muted, obscene noise as Andrea squeezed it; before anointing the head of the phallus.
It wasn’t very substantial … not much thicker than his thumb in fact and only about five inches long; but as she offered the tip up to his secret opening, Andrea knew the psychological impact of the intruder would be out of all proportion to its dimensions! But, knowing it in truth to be of very modest proportions; she simply lined it up with his opening and drove it into him.
The whimper that emerged as the intruder surged up into his arse, was almost surpassed by the moan that seemed to come from deep down his throat; as Andrea, ever-so-gingerly, stretched the fabric of his knickers over the head of his throbbing cock. Andrea released him and threw his apron to him. After he had tied the tapes into a big bow behind his back; she held onto his elbow and led him back down downstairs to continue his training.
The training that Andrea had fiendishly decided on for that afternoon was … deportment; and deportment was, she admitted to herself, simply an excuse to get him to walk backwards and forwards before her; whilst she relished the expressions which registered on his face, as the dildo wrought havoc inside his arse.
Finally satisfied, that he could walk about in a suitably ‘lady-like’ fashion; Andrea delegated household tasks around the ground floor, before turning back to her novel. Gradually, Mike seemed to come to terms with the intruder within him; as he worked his way diligently through the list of tasks she’d given him. Later, looking up from her book, she noticed the exaggerated sway of his hips as he passed her chair … was the little minx actually wiggling his arse at her, she wondered, or was he actually rolling his hips to maximise the sensations created by the dildo inside him!?
Whichever it was, all too soon, it became Mike’s undoing; and his composure unravelled as he fell forward, forgetting the tray he had been carrying, which fell crashing to the floor. Then, braying like a donkey, he knelt on his hands and knees humping the air, like a dog mounting a bitch. Getting up from her chair, Andrea dropped to her knees beside him; as he knelt, still panting. Pulling the waistband of his knickers out, she plunged her hand inside; and when she withdrew it, it was liberally coated with his creamy spunk. ‘You little slut!’ she shouted, doing her utmost not to smirk in triumph; and, holding her hand under his mouth, ordered him, ‘Lick up this mess!’
This is an extract from the novel Vows of Submission, which can be accessed at http://www.lulu.com/content/221656
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