I’d been a demanding brat that day so I understood the restraints.
I understood the gag to muffle my protests as you forced my tiny, virgin ass to welcome and engulf my latest ‘present’.
I understood my body’s first reaction to the searing pain of the silicone spear. Toes flexed instinctively against sheets, as if readying my body to sprint away.
I understood your kind voice firmly instructing me to “breathe” and “relax” was correct, and if I cast my stubbornness to obey aside, this pain would lapse into a sensation I had only dreamed of.
I understood the cascading waves of pleasure as I let go and allowed the violation.
I understood that where there was pain; pleasure could take over.
I understood where there was fear; safety could comfort.
I understood were I to submit; I would find a greater power.
And in these precious moments, I discovered something I’d yet to understand.
Safe, secure, and never-ending.