“You ever think about… trying things differently?” she asked, her voice casual but her eyes watching me intently.

“Differently how?” I mumbled, already half-asleep.

Her hand stilled. “Like… me taking control sometimes.”

I should have known then. Should have seen the hunger in her eyes. But I was clueless, just laughed it off. “Babe, you know I’m all about you taking charge. Just tell me what you want.”

What she wanted, I’d discover two weeks later, was to fuck me with a strapon.

It started innocently enough. A package arrived – discreet brown box, no return address. Inside was a sleek black harness and a surprisingly realistic silicone dildo. Not massive, but definitely bigger than anything I’d ever had inside me.

“I ordered us a new toy,” Sabrina announced, holding it up with this wicked grin that made my stomach flip. “For your ass.”

I must have looked like a fish out of water. “My what now?”

“Your ass,” she repeated, matter-of-factly. “I want to try pegging. Have you heard of it?”

Heard of it? I’d watched porn. I knew what pegging was – women fucking men with strapons. But that was something other people did. Kinky people. Not us. We were the couple who had sex on Saturdays, missionary with occasional doggy style if we were feeling adventurous.

“Sabrina, I don’t know…” I started, but she was already straddling me, the dildo pressing against my thigh through my pants.

“Just try it,” she whispered, grinding against me. “If you hate it, we never have to do it again. But I have this feeling…”

That feeling was apparently correct. Because when she finally had me face down, ass up, with lube dripping down my crack, I discovered parts of myself I never knew existed.

The first penetration burned. I won’t lie. Sabrina was patient though, working the silicone head in slowly, her free hand massaging my lower back. “Relax baby,” she murmured. “Let me in.”

And when she finally bottomed out, when her hips were flush against my ass and that dick was fully inside me – I saw stars. Not from pain, but from this overwhelming sensation of fullness, of being claimed in a way I’d never experienced.

She started moving then, slow shallow thrusts that had me gripping the sheets. Each stroke pressed against something inside me – my prostate, I’d learn later – that sent jolts of pleasure through my entire body.

“God, you’re tight,” Sabrina breathed, her hands gripping my hips. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

Her dirty talk surprised me. My sweet, usually quiet Sabrina was talking like a porn star, and it was turning me on like nothing else.

“You like this?” she asked, thrusting a little deeper. “You like me fucking your ass?”

I couldn’t speak, just moaned into the pillow. My own dick was rock hard, leaking onto the sheets despite not being touched at all.

“Answer me,” she demanded, smacking my ass. The sting made me clench around her.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Fuck, yes, I like it.”

“Good,” she said, picking up the pace. “Because I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted to see you take my dick. Wanted to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

That night changed everything. Not just our sex life, but our entire dynamic. Sabrina discovered this dominant side I’d never seen, and I discovered this submissive craving I never knew I had.

The next time, she bought a bigger dildo. Purple this time, thicker and longer. She laid out all our toys on the bed – the original black one, the new purple monster, a bottle of lube, and something new: a small butt plug.

“Training,” she said simply when I questioned it. “We need to work you up to this.” She tapped the purple dildo. “And eventually, even bigger.”

The plug was strange at first – cold metal, tapered shape. But once it was in, once I was walking around the house with this weight inside me, I started to understand. It was a constant reminder of what was coming later. A promise.

Sabrina made me wear it while we watched TV, while I cooked dinner. She’d randomly reach over and press on it through my jeans, watching me squirm.

“Feel that?” she’d whisper in my ear. “That’s my plug in your ass. Getting you ready for my cock.”

By bedtime, I was desperate. The plug had stretched me just enough, left me wanting more. When she finally pulled it out, I felt empty, needy.

“Please,” I begged, positioning myself on all fours. “Fuck me.”

She didn’t make me wait. The purple dildo slid in easier this time, the burn replaced by pure pleasure as it hit my prostate. Sabrina was more confident too, her thrusts harder, deeper.

“Look at you,” she grunted, fucking me in earnest now. “Taking my big dick. Such a good boy.”

The praise did something to me, made me want to be even better for her. I pushed back against her, taking her deeper.

“That’s it,” she encouraged. “Ride my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

I was lost in it then, in the sensation of being filled, of her hands on my hips, of her dirty words. When she reached around and started stroking my dick, I came almost immediately, painting the sheets with thick ropes of cum.

But Sabrina didn’t stop. She kept fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until I was a whimpering mess beneath her.

“Who owns this ass?” she demanded, slapping my cheek lightly.

“You do,” I gasped. “It’s yours.”

“Damn right,” she said, finally pulling out. I felt empty again, but in a good, satisfied way this time.

We fell into a routine after that. Pegging became our special thing, our secret. Sometimes it was gentle and loving, other times rough and demanding. Sabrina bought more toys – different sizes, shapes, textures. We discovered vibrating dildos, double-ended ones, even one that ejaculated fake cum.

My favorite was the glass dildo. Cold and heavy, with these beautiful blue swirls. Sabrina would warm it up with her hands first, then slide it in slowly. The rigidity of glass versus silicone was different – more intense somehow. She could angle it perfectly to hit my prostate, making me see stars.

“God, look how you take it,” she’d murmur, watching the glass disappear inside me. “So greedy for my dick.”

I was greedy. I’d started craving it during the day at work. Would find myself shifting in my seat, remembering the feeling of being stretched, filled. Sometimes I’d sneak off to the bathroom and finger myself, imagining it was her.

Sabrina knew, of course. She could read me too well.

“Thinking about it?” she’d ask when I came home, her eyes knowing.

I’d just nod, already hard.

“Good,” she’d say. “I bought something new for tonight.”

The new thing turned out to be a fucking machine. This mechanical contraption with a dildo attached to a thrusting arm. Sabrina set it up while I watched, equal parts nervous and excited.

“Ever used one of these?” she asked, adjusting the angle.

I shook my head.

“Me neither,” she admitted with a grin. “But I’ve always wanted to watch one fuck someone.”

That session was different. Less intimate maybe, but incredibly intense. Sabrina controlled the speed, the depth of thrusts. She started slow, watching the silicone disappear into me again and again.

“Such a pretty sight,” she murmured, her fingers busy between her own legs. “All that dick in your ass.”

She ramped up the speed gradually until the machine was pounding into me, relentless. I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but take it. My prostate was being stimulated constantly, pleasure building until I was begging to come.

“Please,” I gasped. “Sabrina, please…”

“Not yet,” she commanded. “Not until I say.”

She made me wait until she was close, until her own breathing was ragged. Then she gave permission, and I came harder than ever before, my body convulsing as the machine continued its assault.

Afterward, she cleaned me up gently, her touch soft despite the roughness of our play.

“You okay?” she asked, kissing my forehead.

“Better than okay,” I murmured, already half-asleep. “That was… intense.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

Our exploration continued. We tried different positions – me on my back with legs up, me riding her reverse cowgirl so I could watch, even standing with me bent over the kitchen counter once. Each position offered different sensations, different angles of pleasure.

My absolute favorite became when she’d fuck me while I was on my back. I could watch her face then, see the concentration and pleasure there. And she could stroke my dick while she fucked me, timing her thrusts with her hand movements.

“Look at me,” she’d demand when my eyes would drift closed. “Watch me fuck you.”

It was intimate and dirty all at once. Sometimes she’d lean down…

…and kiss me, her tongue in my mouth as her hips kept up their rhythm. It was overwhelming, being so completely filled and so completely loved at the same time.

“You’re mine,” she’d whisper against my lips. “This ass is mine to use whenever I want.”

And I was. I’d never felt more owned, more cherished, more completely myself than when I was under her, taking her dick. It was a paradox – the submission gave me a strange kind of power, the vulnerability made me feel stronger.

Our last big adventure was a weekend getaway. Sabrina booked us a fancy hotel room, telling me to pack only what she’d laid out. When I looked, I found a collection of butt plugs in various sizes, lube, and nothing else. No underwear, no regular clothes. Just a robe and the toys.

“Full immersion,” she said with a wink when I questioned it.

The entire weekend was a blur of pleasure. She kept me plugged constantly, only removing it to replace it with her strap-on. We fucked in every room of that suite – against the floor-to-ceiling windows with the city lights below, in the huge shower with water cascading over us, on the dining room table after room service.

The pinnacle was Sunday morning. She had me on my knees at the foot of the bed, my hands bound behind my back with a silk tie. She was using the biggest dildo yet, one that made me feel stretched to my limit.

“Last day,” she said, her voice low. “Want to make it memorable.”

She fucked me slowly, deliberately, her hands gripping my shoulders. Each thrust was deep, measured. I was lost in it, in the fullness, the pressure, the overwhelming pleasure.

“Come for me,” she commanded. “Come just from my dick in your ass.”

I didn’t think it was possible. But as she kept hitting that spot inside me, as she kept whispering dirty words, I felt it building. This different kind of orgasm, deeper, more intense.

When it hit, I screamed. My whole body convulsed, pleasure coursing through me unlike anything I’d ever felt. I came without my dick being touched at all, spurting onto the hotel carpet.

Sabrina held me through it, then gently pulled out. She untied my hands and guided me to the bed, where she cleaned me up and held me close.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice soft again.

“Better than okay,” I murmured, already planning our next adventure. “So much better than okay.”

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