MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!

Monday is my birthday and my husband/owner promises that it will be a birthday weekend that I will never forget.  He is the most thoughtful, generous man so I know that there will be lots of presents but that's just the beginning.  Since my asshole and I  are always the main focus of his life, I know that, like always,  both will get lots of attention from him which is what I crave the most.  He already told me about one of my presents.  We will take a ride to our favorite Porn store and he will let me pick out my very own butt plug. (I hope they have my size in pink.) Since he has decided that he wants me to wear a plug as much as possible during the day in preparation for the evenings and as a part of my on going anal training,(I still have a hard time accomodating his big fat cock with ease )he has been inserting the only plug we own in my ass before he leaves for work every morning.  It is rather large and difficult to insert. As much as he tells me to relax, he knows that I struggle with this every day . It is downright painful both going in and coming out.  Every morning he makes me get up on the bed on all fours and has to work very hard to accomplish his final task before he leaves for the day.  He has been becoming more impatient lately, telling me that I'm not cooperating, not relaxing, not focusing and accuses me of being willful and disobedient.  This morning he lost all patience with this repeated pattern so he pulled me over his knee, took out his belt and gave me several hard smacks to quiet me down. He made me remain over his knees. He then ordered me hold my own ass open and told me that this was my last chance (he was already running late for work)  He told me that it was going in whether I wanted it or not. He was considerate enough to use alot of lube and relaxed me with his fingers first.  He also knows that when he positions me OTK and does anal play and examinations, it is extremely embarassing and humiliating for me.  He knows that I do not want him to see me this way.  He purposely asks me if I am embarassed and my answer is alway the same...."yes sir" .
 "Push out and relax Kat.  Breathe for God Sakes.  You're making me late for work".    "I'm trying baby.  Please don't make it hurt"  "You're the one thats making it hurt Katrina. You know what to do but refuse to cooperate". 3 more swipes with his belt and it finally popped in, He knows that it is more than uncomfortable to wear all day long and has promised me that he will buy me one that is easier to accomodate. Like I said, he is very thoughtful and always has my best interests at heart .

I am very excited to go to the store and pick out my very own plug. The only catch is that I will have to stand there while he and the saleman discuss my specific needs in detail  and the reason that I need to go down a size.  He purposly does this because he knows  that it humiliates me to no end when he speaks about me to another person while I am made to just stand there without saying a word. He will tell the salesman that it will be my "reminder plug".  He will tell him that  I will only be required to wear the large one during punishment. After we make our purchase, he will take me in the fitting room, remove my old one (ouch) and insert my new birthday present.  He will purposly speak loud enough so that the salesman will hear and know everything that is going on behind the curtain.  When we reappear, He will require me to thank the salesman for taking the time to help us find the right size.

Fridays are usually "teen free", our 2 teens will be out by the time he gets home from work.  I'm sure that the weekend will start as it always does.  When the kids aren't around, I am required to wear whatever he desires.  It's always the same type of look but he insists on telling me specifically what he expects to see me dressed in when he walks in the door:  Mini shirt or  sheer dress, never any bra or panties and of course my "magic fuck me heels".

He will walk in the door, kiss me long and hard and his hand will immediately go straight for my asshole.  He says he can't help it, it's an automatic reflex and that since he owns it, he can do whatever he wants with it. He will twist my old plug around and push it in deeper just to see me wince. Since it's dinner time, I will be in the kitchen. He will make me bend over to remove my large plug.  Like I said, it hurts going in and coming out. Then two things will take place in no particular order, usually near the kitchen counter:  He will push me down by my shoulders and make me kneel  in front of him.  "Take my cock out".  Of course he already has a raging hard on at this point because, as usual, we have been sex texting each other all day, every day.  I do as I'm told.  "Open" he tells me.  Again, I immediately do as I'm told.  As I start to lick the head of his cock to get it wet, he grabs me by the back of my hair and shoves his cock down my throat.  He likes to fuck my mouth like he fucks my pussy and is working on training me to relax enough so that I will be able to take his cock all the way down my throat without gagging.  Not that he doesn't enjoy watching me gag and bring tears to my eyes.  The more he forces my head down on his cock while pulling my hair, the more I gag and cry.  That's his favorite part of fucking my face. Gagging and crying.  If I resist he tells me that I'd better be his obedient whore or I will get the belt.  Hearing this makes my throat relax and start to open up, allowing his cock to ease down my throat just a little bit more.  When he sees that I am trying he always tells me that I'm his "good girl" and hearing those words makes my pussy even more wet and makes me want to please him even more.  I love when he tells me that I'm his good girl.

When he has had enough of fucking my face, he pulls me up by the back of my hair and bends me over the kitchen counter.  He uses his feet to kick my legs apart.  At this point I have to reach back and spread my pussy so that he can shove his rock hard cock up into my pussy in one hard fast stroke.  It hurts like hell but for some reason my pussy continues to drip. He starts fucking me really hard.  If I try to ease the pounding that I am getting by trying to climb up the counter and away from him, he uses the back of my hair like the reins on a horse and pulls me back.  At that point there is no escape, no matter how many times I ask him to go easy on me.  Asking him that only makes him fuck me harder. He reminds me that he owns this pussy and just laughs. While he is pounding at my pussy, calling me his little whore, telling me that its useless to try to get away, he starts fingering my asshole.  There is no need for any lube, all he needs is my pussy juice as my asshole is still pretty wide open because of the plug that he just took out.  I know what's coming next.  "Please baby, don't.  I'm so sore from wearing my plug.  I need a break".  He takes that comment as willful disobedience and starts to use his belt on my ass.  He tells me that my ass was made to be fucked and beaten.  He loves to leave his marks on my ass at the beginning of the weekend and makes me look in the mirror all weekend to remind me of the consequences when I question his authority and to also remind me that I am his.   He pulls his cock out of my pussy, pulls my hips back and tells me to stick my ass out the way that he taught me to.  I immediately do that and brace myself.  He starts to stick his engorged head into my asshole.  As always, my reflex is to tighten up.  Again the belt cracks down on my ass cheeks.  "How many times have we been thru this Katrina?  Why do you always make this so difficult?  You should know by now that I'm going to fuck your ass and fuck it hard.  Resisting only makes it more painful for you and makes me have to fuck you harder to remind you of your place.  Your tears have no affect on me so stop trying.  Calm down, pull yourself together and let me in.  Push out and just relax,  Show me what a good girl you can be for me."  He finally said the magic words.  All I want to do is be his "good girl".  I pull myself together and reach back to spread my ass open for him.  He pushes in fast and hard.  When he is all the way in, he stops.  He knows how hard I'm trying to please him.  He tells me that he wants me to tell him to fuck me in my ass.  He makes me say the words: "Fuck my ass"  He still doesn't move.  "What did you just say"?  "Fuck my ass please".  "Thats better, you're learning"  Now push out Katrina.  I promise that if you continue to do everything I say, someday soon you will come to me of your own free will and beg me to do this to you."   I know that it hurts you now but you've come so far and I have faith in you.  If you really didn't want me to do this to you, your pussy wouldn't be so wet now would it?"   "No baby.  I know you're right, you're always right about these things".  With that he starts to fuck me in my ass.  He tells me to rub my clit.  Tells me to play with my pussy.  I do and that immediately relaxes me.  I no longer feel like I need to climb over the counter to get away from his throbbing cock in my ass.  I begin to push my ass out further to meet his hard strokes.  My clit is getting harder and my pussy is dripping and throbbing.  He knows that I'm about to cum so he pounds my ass even harder.  Even after all this time, I'm amazed at how hard he can fuck my ass and how much I can take.  I can feel him start to shudder.  I push back even harder because I want to make him cum harder than ever before.  He pumps himself into my ass.  This is when I'm at my happiest.  Knowing that I have his cum in my ass.  He stays inside of me for another minute or so.  When he finally pulls out, he comments about how open my asshole still is. He puts his hand on my back and makes me stay in that position, bent over the counter.  I hear his cameraphone go off.  He has taken a picture of my opened asshole.  He tells me that if I ever leave him that he will show this picture to everyone we know.  I know that I am his forever.

Kat's Owner

My name is Kat which is short for Katrina.  I am a sub who is owned mind, heart, body, soul and especially ass by my husband.  I finally came to terms that I was a true sub late in life when I met my husband a few years ago. Up until then, I was your typical east coast, Italian bossy bitch.  No man would or could ever control me. I want what I want when I want it.....  I actually had contempt for women who allowed themselves to be subservient to any man.  Then I met my husband.  He found me on an on line dating site, something that never interested me before.  I was on for about two weeks and he popped up.  He didn't look anything like any of the other men who wrote to me.  He had a gorgeous face and long beautiful hair. Tall and thin, tastfully tattooed and I could tell by his profile essay that he was very intelligent. Later on I found out that he was hung like a horse.  My "wet dream man". All of the others looked like they could be my father.  After a few emails he called me.  He told me that he had been on these sites for quite some time and was just about to give up. We talked about the trials of on line dating.  Having had many unsuccessful dates himself, he said that he knows in 2.3 seconds of meeting someone face to face whether or not there is a connection.  I just laughed.  We met for coffee soon after that conversation and just like he said, we both knew in 2.3 seconds.  We have been inseperable ever since.

He was a perfect gentleman for the first few dates.  Infact, I was starting to wonder if he was even attracted to me but for the first three weekends in a row, he made that long 70 mile trip down the parkway faithfully.  On the forth weekend, it happened.  He took me up to my bedroom, and we started to fuck around.  When he took his shirt off and pulled his hair out of his ponytail he looked like the wildman that I had been dreaming about and his actions fit his appearance. My pussy was dripping wet.  I'm usually a bit shy at first.  I haven't had many partners as I have always been in long term relationships but with him I just knew that it was o.k. to finally let go.  I don't know what possessed me to to this with this man who was basically a stranger to me physically but when he started fucking me in the traditional missionary position, I turned over and got on all fours and showed him my asshole.  He immediately stuck his tongue in and started fucking it with his fingers. I felt an electrical bolt surge thru my body. If you knew me, you would know that I have always had a phobia about letting anyone even see that part of my anatomy. Anal sex always played a major role in my fantasies but no one ever knew that. It was just too embarassing and so forbidden but this was an impulse thing on my part.  It turned out that he too was fixated on this part of a woman's anatomy but never had the opportunity to really explore it with anyone before.  Needless to say, as time went on ( and it didn't take very long) he managed to make me confess all of my hidden secrets and fantasies to him.  Finally I was free to do and say everything that had been bottled up inside of me for years.  I have told him things that I thought I would take to my grave.  Our analerotic fixation seeps into every part of our everyday life together.  He taught me that there is no shame, no limitations and absolutely no negotiating when he wants something new from me.  No matter what it is, if he wants he, he has to have it.  He has this power over me that I've only read about in my favorite porn stories.  I really thought that this was all fiction, the product of someone's overactive imagination.  Well, I'm here to tell you that I am living proof that couples like us really do exist.  To the outside world we are just another happily married couple but behind closed doors he is my owner.  If I dare defy him, without warning I find myself on the wrong side of his belt, OTK, kicking and screaming, bargaining, promising him that I'll be his good girl.....then the fun really starts.  (To be continued)