I had been wanting to try anal sex with pet for a long time but every time I brought it up she would either change the subject rapidly or just shut down. I know my pet wanted desperately to submit to my wishes, but something kept blocking her from releasing herself in this area.

“Pet, why is it that you are so resistant to trying anal sex?”

“I don’t know, Master ... I just don’t like it,” she said.

“I understand. But you also didn’t like some of the other things I had you do, yet you submitted and did them ... and found out later that you loved it. Remember the toy store? You were made to humiliate yourself by telling that store clerk that your Master made you buy those things to train you to be a slut. You told me you could never do that, but yet when you surrendered and did it, you got so wet and horny that we had to stop halfway home so I could fuck you!”

“Yes, Master I remember. And that was a wonderful day. But this is different,” she said.

“Different how? Talk to me pet. You and I have always talked things out and worked through whatever was troubling you.”

“I know, Master and I would love nothing more than to give this gift to you as well. But I just ... can’t. I am sorry, Master,” she said, hanging her head.

I left the subject alone. It was obvious that there was something inside her that was preventing her from submitting to me on this and I also saw in her face the hurt that not being able to give this to me was causing her. Some things take longer to let go of than others. In time, she would either give this over to me as well, or she would hold onto it forever and I would just have to accept it.

I decided to let it go for now. “Come here, pet.” I said as I sat on the couch. She came over quietly ... sad, that she wasn’t able to comply to my desire. I took her in my arms and she laid her head on my chest.

“It’s okay, little one. Don’t worry about it. When you’re ready, you will offer me this gift as well. And if you can’t, well that’s fine too. I know you are a good girl and you have given me many gifts already. It might be that this is just something you can’t give me. And that’s fine. I accept that.”

“Thank you, Master. I am sorry I can’t do this for you, but it’s just something about it I can’t bring myself to do,” she said. “Anything else I would be happy to do. But that...”

“I know, pet. I know,” I said, stroking her long dark hair. She laid quietly in my arms for some time. Whatever had a hold on my precious pet was strong. But was it stronger than her desire to surrender to me? Only time would tell.

The rest of the day pet went about her duties as she always did, but I could tell this issue was weighing on her. Despite my releasing her from it, she hadn’t released herself. I tried to move the conversation to more pleasant things, but she would just smile politely and say “Yes, Master.” She would do whatever I wanted, but without her heart in it, what good would it do either of us.

That night as she lay in my arms, the walls came down.

“Master, may I tell you something?”

“What is it, pet?”

“Well, the reason why I don’t like anal sex is that my ex-husband made me do it and he was very mean to me about it. He was drunk the night he made me do it and he wasn’t gentle about it. He hurt me and when I cried, he just slapped me and told me that if I didn’t do it he would find someone who would. So I did it with him even though I cried the rest of the night over it. Ever since that day I haven’t wanted anything – a person or a toy – back there,” she explained.

So this was the reason! Now everything was becoming clear! “Oh, my poor pet!” I said, holding her tightly. “I had no idea! No wonder you have been so broken up about this!” I said.

“Yes, Master. I so want to give you this because you desire it and I want to please you,” she said her voice quaking as she spoke.

“No, don’t you worry another minute about it. I can see why you haven’t wanted to do it and it’s perfectly fine – do you hear me?” I said “I don’t want to talk anymore about it. As far as I’m concerned the matter is closed.”

“Yes Master,” she said and snuggled closer, knowing that I wasn’t mad or disappointed in her.

The next morning I woke up to my old pet. “Good morning, Master!” she said, bouncing into the room. “I have breakfast waiting for you downstairs. I don’t want you going off to work hungry!”

“I’ll be right down pet,” I told her. And she turned on her heels and scampered back downstairs to wait for me.

I finished getting dressed and went downstairs.

“You are certainly in a good mood this morning pet,” I said.

“Yes, Master. I am just happy to be your slave.”

“I see,” I said. I wasn’t exactly sure what brought this change in my pet’s countenance but I was glad to see it so I didn’t pursue it any further. We sat down to eat breakfast and then I went off to work. Pet was left to her chores and would wait for my return home.

It was a relatively light work day and I was able to get away from the office early. So I left the office a couple hours early, hoping to surprise pet at home.

“Hello pet,” I said from my cellphone on the way home.

“Master! What is it, is anything wrong?” she said, surprised that I called her.

“Nothing is wrong, pet. I am just on my way home and I knew you wouldn’t be expecting me. So this way you can be in position when I get home,” I told her.

“Yes, Master but I’m not ready for you to come home – all my chores aren’t done yet!” she said, alarmed that she may get into trouble.

“Not to worry, pet. I know I am early and won’t hold it against you if you aren’t quite finished. So long as you are ready for me the house doesn’t have to be,” I said.

“Yes, Master I will be,” she said.

True to her word, when I got home she was in place and waiting for me. “Hello, my dear Master. I am so happy you are home!” she said, careful to refrain from jumping up until I gave her permission.

“I am glad to be home too, pet” I said, helping her up. She instantly threw her arms around my neck and kissed me tenderly.

This time I was ready for her, though. I spun us around and pinned her with her back against the door, not even breaking our kiss. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms down, putting them behind her and giving them a small jerk to say keep them there. I let go of her arms and began kissing her neck, moving slowly down her body as I tasted her sweetness. I got to her full tits and as I closed my mouth over her stiff nipple, she moaned

“Ohhh ... Master,” she moaned “I have missed you today.”

I reached out to caress one of her tits, knowing that she had extremely sensitive tits and playing with them was the fast track to getting her fire lit and stoked. And it worked like a charm. My touch on her exposed titflesh brought a soft moan from her and she moved a little closer to me.

“Please, Master...” she moaned softly. I began gently caressing her tits and flicking her nipples. She began softly mewing kitten-like as I continued to tease her firm tits and now erect nipples. I took one nipple into my mouth and began twirling my tongue around the tiny bud.

“ooooh...” my delicious pet moaned her encouragement.

“Do you like this, pet?” I asked her in a low tone.

“Oh yesss ... Master,” she said with closed eyes. I continued working her nipples and as they grew swollen and erect, her passion intensified. Soon her fire had grown from a small flickering flame to a raging inferno and her moans became whines and then cries as the urgency of her need grew.

“Master, please ... oh, that feels sooo good,” she cried. I started gently pinching and pulling on her engorged nipples. Every time I changed tactics on her, it brought her excitement to yet a higher level just as I knew it would.

Finally she could take it no more and reached for my cock and began rubbing it through my pants. Even though I had told her to keep her hands behind her, I allowed her to continue. Pet could feel that my hard cock through my pants and knew that I she wasn’t alone in her aroused state. I too was getting turned on by her moans and pleas. Which, it turn, made her even hotter.

“Master, may I take it out?” she asked in between her gasps.

“What do you want?” I asked her. “Tell me.”

“Sir, may I have ... your cock?” she repeated knowing she had misspoke. I took out my cock for her and she looked in my eyes for permission. Once she had it, she dropped to her knees and greedily went down on it. She sucked me into her mouth like a starving puppy. Her moans and cries turned to the sound of slurping and sucking as she concentrated her full attention to the task at hand.

“Mmmmfff...” she moaned around the thick cock in her mouth. I pinched and pulled her nipples as she sucked my cock deep into her hot mouth. After a few minutes of this I grabbed her by the wrists and hoisted her up. She came up and I lifted her into my arms. I carried her over to the table and laid her back onto it. We have a very sturdy table (it took four men to bring it in when we got it!) and it came in handy now. She laid back on the table and I spread her legs wide.

I held her legs apart as I dove between them anxious to get at her plainly soaked pussy. I lapped up the juices running out of her swollen lips and she gasped as I tongued her slit. She arched her back as my tongue parted her pussy and drilled it’s way into her.

I had a hold on her wrists and pulled her to me as I ate her and she was going crazy on the table. She moaned and twisted and shivered as I licked and sucked her pussy and flicked my tongue over her clit. She tried humping her hips up towards my mouth as she lay there in complete bliss with me taking all the time I wanted in tasting her sweet womanly flavor.

But I’m not a stingy Master, so I released my grip on her wrists and took one hand, dipping my fingers inside her wetness and brought two pussy-coated fingers to her mouth.

“Taste yourself, slut. Taste how wet and sweet your pussy is!” I told her. She took my hand and sucked greedily at my fingers. She moaned with them in her mouth and then gasped as I withdrew them.

I slipped my two middle fingers into her and began vigorously jerking them up and down in short rapid strokes a technique I learned brought her to screaming orgasms in short order. She parted her legs so I could get to her sex better and my fingers played her pussy lips like a Stradivarius.

Very quickly the sensations my work was creating in her loins grew to overpower her. She finally had to succumb to them as she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

“Oh, God, Sir ... I’m getting soo close!” she moaned loudly.

“Then beg me for it, slave. Beg your Master to cum!” I commanded roughly as I pinched her nipple hard.

“OHHH, MASTERRR, please ... may. I cum?” she wailed as the words I used, combined with the pain in her nipple and the pleasure in her pussy, sent her spinning totally out of control

“Yes, slave. Cum for your Master NOW!” I growled. And she did. She stiffened up like a board and held it quivering for a few second before she exploded in her orgasm.