When I had cum, he got some wet wipes from a drawer in a desk and cleaned us both. When we were both clean, Paul turned me over, bending me over the desk, my ass in the air. I knew what was coming next even before I heard the snap of the cap.

  Paul eased the butt plug inside me as deep as before, except the amazing sex had relaxed me enough that it went in easily.

  “Wear it all day,” he said, closing the cap on the lube bottle, “tomorrow I’m going to take your anal virginity, too.”

  Chapter Nine

  Paul

  Day 6 of Lockdown

  I woke up with the sun, such was my excitement for the new day. I never would have guessed that being in lockdown at the office could be so much fun! Though Macy had everything to do with it.

  Rising to my feet from the cramped confines of the couch, I put my suit back on, having folded it up and put it on the desk to keep it nice. It was one of my better ones and I saw no reason to risk ruining it just because it would be the end of all the clothes I would have to wear for a week.

  At least I had chosen the one with a heavier, more durable material.

  Decked out in my suit of power, I headed out of the office and down to the receptionist lounge, something special secreted in my briefcase. I whistled a happy tune as I went, in no way hampered by my massive hardon.

  “Good news,” I said to Macy, who was sitting at her post like the good girl she was.

  “What’s that, sir?”

  “I just got a text from the other side. They are willing to settle without the need for a trial. They are also doing a complete recall.”

  “Oh, good!” she said, knowing I had been hoping to check he would win the case and strike a blow for justice.

  “There is no more work to do, my little pet,” I said, changing my tone.

  “Oh.”

  “Just fun,” I said, coming up behind her and stroking the back of her neck.

  She shuddered with what I recognized as pleasure.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I thought we could celebrate.”

  “How so, boss?”

  “Well, first, I am going to fuck you rough. You are broken in now and should be able to handle it. Then, I am going to pop your anal cherry.”

  I could feel her stiffen at the mention of her anal cherry. I could tell that she really wanted it. I did too, which was why I had put her through such rigorous ass training. So I wouldn’t hurt her when the big day finally came.

  “I also have another surprise,” I said, putting my case on the desk.

  “Oh, what’s that, sir?”

  I opened the case and showed her the ropes— silk, of course— that I was going to use to tie her down to her desk while I had my way with her.

  “Strip,” I ordered.

  Quick as you please, Macy was completely naked, waiting for what I wanted her to do next. I went over and inspected her thoroughly. She had clearly had another shower. Her pussy and her ass were squeaky clean.

  “Good girl,” I said, gently cupping her pussy.

  Guiding her around to the other side of the desk by pulling on her pussy lips, I bent her over it. When she was in position, I took her by one ankle and then the other, spreading her legs as wide as they would comfortably go before tying her ankle to the front legs of the desk.

  Running my hand up her bare back, I moved around to the other side of the desk and did the same with her arms, securing her by the wrists to the back of her legs. I took a moment just to admire the beauty of her position. I really did have her right where I wanted her: tied up, spread wide and ready for me to have my way with her.

  I got the butt plug from the drawer where she kept it while not wearing it and the bottle of lube too. Kneeling behind her, I slowly licked her pussy, going all the way up over her asshole with each long, tender lap of my tongue.

  When she was ready, I lubed up both Macy and the but plug, sliding it carefully into her prepared asshole, encountering a lot less resistance than I had before. The anal training clearly having done its job.

  Working the butt plug into place, I stood up behind Macy, dripping my pants. Working her pussy a bit more with my fingers, I worked my cock into her tight little pussy. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, but she was still super tight and tender. I was tempted to go all the way in but then thought better of it, stopping at halfway.

  Giving her a moment to get used to being so full, I started to move, taking her firmly by the hips, holding her absolutely still as I pumped her sweet little cunt, Macy moaning loudly as I did so.

  Her moans turned to screams as I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder until I was slamming her up against the desk, using one of my hands to carefully pull back on her ponytail.

  A lot of people didn’t really appreciate how difficult proper hair pulling was. Not only could it hurt in a bad way, there was also a serious risk of neck injury if done too hard or in the wrong way. I had been in the BDSM lifestyle for a good three years before I even attempted it. Macy seemed to appreciate my dedication, shouting even louder as I pummeled her.

  “You like that, Pet?”

  “Yes, sir!” she screamed.

  I loved it too. It was by far the best sex I had ever had and I wanted so much more, even after the lockdown was lifted. I wanted to tell her but couldn’t find a way that didn’t feel weak. Every way I could think to say it seemed so pathetic.

  “You want it harder?”

  “Yes!”

  “Yes what?” I demanded spanking her hard enough to leave a handprint.

  “Yes, sir!” she screamed, her voice going raw.

  I fucked her even harder, marveling at how much she could take. She really was a tough little cookie and seemed to honestly enjoy what I was doing to her. I had never seen someone take to the life so quickly or completely.

  I could feel her tighten and knew she was about to cum. I wasn’t far myself so I squeezed the base of my cock to keep hard until she came, screaming and gushing all over the place. I barely got my cock into her mouth before unleashing a flood of cum, which she swallowed down like a pro.

  My little pet was so perfect that I wasn’t sure how I would be able to give her up.

  Chapter Ten

  Macy

  It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. Way better than the ones I’d ever had by myself. I really had no idea what I had been missing. It was, somehow, even better than when he had so gently taken my pussy virginity.

  A lot of it had to do with the butt plug, the anal sensation amping things up even more. I also apparently really liked rough sex. Like, a lot.

  I could understand why he had been gentle before. It being my first time at all. He didn’t want to hurt me. Not in a bad way, so he was really gentle.

  Gentle was good too but since I was broken in, I really liked being fuck hard and ravaged, no matter how tight I might still be. If anything, it made it better.

  I barely had time to catch my breath before I heard another siren and the crackle of a loudspeaker preluding another announcement.

  “Attention citizens. The mandatory lockdown is now lifted. Everyone has exactly one day to get home and quarantine there. That is all.”

  The loudspeaker cut out, leaving us in silence again. Neither of us spoke for a while as we processed the meaning of what had just happened.

  “I guess it’s over, then,” I ventured, not sure how he would feel.

  “Not yet,” Paul said, taking the butt plug from my ass as though the pop was punctuation to the short sentence he had just uttered, and setting it aside.

  “But they said—”

  “I haven’t taken your anal virginity yet,” he said, caressing my stretched-out ass.

  The tone in his voice was full of desire and frustration. I knew then that he had fallen for me just as I had fallen for him.

  “Yes, sir! I mean, no sir, you haven’t,” I agreed.

  “I’m going to do that now.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The plastic cap snapped open and I closed my eyes as the cool lube cascaded down onto my asshole. Paul then gently started working it around the outside and then the inside, not afraid to go deep.

  I moaned at the sensation, taking it as an indicator of what was to come. His beautiful cock as well as an unimaginable orgasm.

  Lubing himself up as well, Paul set aside the bottle of lube and pressed the head of his cock up against my open asshole. I gasped a bit at the feeling and then held my breath and tried to brace myself as he pushed in.

  It was a lot like when he first fucked my pussy. He went in slowly, making me feel every inch. There was a bit of pain, a sort of searing, but it wasn’t too bad, and it got better the more I stretched, going even further than what the butt plug had done.

  The days of ass training with the but plug had all led up to something after all. Along with the brief pain was also a lot of pleasure, it felt surprisingly good to have his massive cock in my tight, virgin asshole. It felt warm and full.

  I thought he might go all the way in but he stopped at about half his cock length, which was considerable. When he was inside, he started to gently pump me, working his huge cock in and out of my virgin asshole.

  Kissing the back of my neck as he fucked me, pinning me down even harder to the desk, keeping me from moving at all, he reached around my hip and started stroking the outside of my pussy, getting me close.

  All of a sudden, he slipped two fingers inside and started working my pussy hard while gently fucking my asshole. I started to cum fast and hard, having several orgasms back to back, both vaginal and anal, leaving me deeply shaken but also thoroughly satisfied.

  “How are you feeling, Pet?” he asked, continuing to finger fuck my pussy, his cock still deep in my asshole, even though he had stopped fucking me, giving me time to cum.

  “I-I love it, and I want to do it all the time. Particularly your cock up my ass. It’s amazing! I never want to be away from you!” I confessed, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

  “Me either,” he confessed, his cock deep in my asshole apparently having the same effect, “I need my little pet all the time. I want you to come home and live with me forever. I want you to be my wife as well as my pet.”

  “Yes, sir!” I said, meaning it with all my heart and soul.

  Gently pulling out of my ass, after filling it with his cum, Paul quickly untied me and pulled me to him, holding me tight.

  “I love you so much,” he said. “I never thought I was capable of love, but now I realize that I am.”

  “I love you, too,” I said, actually crying, tears of joy.

  I knew this wasn’t just forced closeness due to the terrifying Coronavirus and resulting lockdown. Those were the circumstances under which we had been made to be in but we had found true love within them.

  Scooping me up into his arms, he carried me into the bathroom. Setting a shower just the way I liked it, he put me inside, holding me for support, my legs still not fully recovered from being tied up. When I was a bit sturdier, Paul took off the rest of his nice business suit and got into the shower with me.

  I thought he might fuck me. Bend me over and ravage me again right there in the shower. I wasn’t averse to the idea, even though I wasn’t sure that my body could take it. Not after having been so thoroughly fucked already.

  He seemed to understand this though and made no attempt to bend me over or get me down on my knees to suck him off. Though I wouldn’t have minded that, my mouth and throat feeling fine.

  Instead, he picked up a bar of soap and washed me all over. Starting with my face and then moving down my neck and then over by tits, my nipples getting immediately hard. Ignoring this, he kept to his work, moving over my hips and down my lets. Moving slowly back up to tenderly clean my pussy, working his fingers inside. Moving around to my back, he cleaned me from shoulders to hips, and then thoroughly cleaned out my ass.

  When all was squeaky clean and sparkling, Paul took some of the company’s shampoo and gently washed my hair. Making sure to rinse it thoroughly, considering how much of it there was, it being hip length since I was 12.

  When he was finished cleaning me and them himself, Paul turned off the water and dried me off before putting his suit back on. Then he took me by the hand and walked me back to the lounge, slowly putting my clothes back on.

  “Time to go home,” he said. “Together.”

  “Yes, sir,” I agreed.

  That was a command I could wholeheartedly follow.

  Epilogue

  Paul

  6 Months Later

  Six months was the longest I had lived with anyone aside from my family. Not that I minded at all. The house was really big, and we could both get some alone time if we needed it. No that the need ever really came up. We were just so happy to be together, even if it was initially partially by government order.

  One of the main advantages to being at the house was that we both got a lot more relaxed when it came to clothes, me wearing little and Macy usually wearing none. I had no idea she was such a nudist and apparently neither did she until she was given the opportunity. Not that I was complaining. I loved being able to see all of her all the time.

  In time she had proven to be as good of a fiancée as she was a pet. There were no rings or any other traditional hoo-ha. But she knew I wanted to marry her as soon as we got the chance and what that meant.

  She went easily into the role of homemaker. Even though I had told her it wasn’t needed. My mom had taught me all the life skills boys are usually neglected in before I was old enough to drive and I had been quite self-sufficient for years.

  Though she had made it equally clear that it was something that she liked doing and made her feel good, so we agreed to work it into part of her submissive role, doing what she could to serve her master.

  That was another change too. We had started off easy with ‘yes, sir,’ a general dynamic for any beginning power exchange involving a hetero pairing with a male dom. One of the things that had changed over the time we were together in my house in the Hills, was that we had evolved our relationship to the point that Macy was always calling me ‘master.’

  She had given herself over entirely to me in the context of our play and seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea. We upped the intensity accordingly. In addition to the usual spanking and anal play with occasional bondage, we had amped up the bondage to the point that my little pet couldn’t even cum unless she was at least wearing hand cuffs.

  We had gotten more intense with the impact play too. I still spanked her, but she also let me use a belt on her. We had just started experimenting with all kinds of play of this sort when it became clear what had to happen.

  As though we had been heard, one morning the radio announced that the home lockdown was ending in rounds and our neighborhood was one of the first to be let out.

  “Did you hear that, pet?”

  “Sorry, master?”

  It was understandable that she might have been a bit distracted when the announcement was made. She was, after all, handcuffed and dealing with my cock all the way in her ass.

  “The lockdown is over, pet. For real this time.”

  “That’s great! Does that mean it’s time, master?”

  “Yes, my pet, it is.”

  “May we finish first, master?”

  “Of course, my darling little pet.”

  I continued pounding Macy, deep inside her tight little asshole until I filled her up with my cum and then we got ready to go.

  Macy decided to lie down in the back. Understandable, after what I had just done to her rear.

  My good little girl had already found the address of the county court, already having figured out what I had planned but also known I didn’t go in for traditionalism. We were both dressed up in our best; I had gotten the dress for Macy via mail order and it turned out to look even better on her than it had in the picture on the screen.

  I was glad I had gone with my instinct to trust Macy and make her not only my pet but also my fiancée and pretty soon my wife. We stood in the court hand in hand. Macy had wanted us to be handcuffed together as a symbolic gesture, but I thought it would be pretty bad optics.

  Nevertheless, the procedure went well and we left the courthouse officially married, with the silver wedding bands to prove it. Unknown to anyone but us, there were special engravings inside the rings. Rather than a creepy poem about one ring to rule them all, written in elvish, mine said MASTER and Macy’s said PET in clear writing.

  We were going to be together forever. And I couldn’t be happier.

  Macy

  I was already tingling, wanting Paul to fuck me every way possible, overcome with the emotion of the day.

  We were actually married!

  He wanted to stay with me and do what we did together forever. I fought back tears of joy as I sat next to him up front of the car after we had exchanged wedding vows, my ass having recovered from its earlier railing, my recovery generally improving faster the more often we did it. And we had been doing it a lot!

  Paul had a surprise for me though. Something I had no idea about until we pulled up to a restaurant I had always wondered about but could never afford.

  “You okay to sit?” he asked, always thinking about my wellbeing.

  “Yes, master,” I said, pretty sure that I could.

  The restaurant was the kind of place where the waiters pulled out the chairs and tied the napkins around your neck. As good a place as any for our first official date in the outside world. The fact that it was happening after we were already married in no way detracted from the specialness of the occasion.

  Before we could even ask, a pretty girl in a fancy uniform was there, pouring expensive looking, clear wine into our glasses.

  “Have you ever had ice wine?” he asked, picking up his glass.

 

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