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I forgot the intense discomfort that made me reel.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my asshole as clenched as I could make it. I didn't want to embarrass myself or upset Kitty by disobeying. I tried to keep my breathing steady, though I wanted to pant with nervousness and pain. While I did this, Kitty readied other things in the room.
"Hold tight," she said. I tried clenching as fast and tight as I could as she snatched the nozzle from my bottom. I felt a few drops of water drip down my legs but managed to hold in the rest of the solution that filled me. "You're to hold that for as long as you can, do you understand?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I responded. I wondered how long I could possibly endure the sensation. A fresh wave of cramps struck just then and I cried out. I felt as if I was being torn in two but knew I couldn't give up yet. I wanted to hold out as long as possible. I wanted to make Kitty happy and I knew taking as much pain as possible would do so.
Kitty sat on the bed. I could see her black nylon clad legs. My eyes followed them up to a pair of short denim shorts. She put something else into my field of vision; a magazine. She slid it down until it was in front of my eyes. It was one of those "letters" magazines like Man Talk, Options or the like. "Read it," she commanded.
Gritting my teeth, I began. The story was already in progress. "I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at his anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into him, opening him wider over the head of my cock. He moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing him to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, he nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of him."
I moaned. Not out of arousal but out of extreme discomfort. I heard the distinct sound of a phone being dialed. "Hello, Marcia? This is Kitty. Yes, it's going swimmingly. He's a couple quarts up. It's story time. Want to hear? Sure." She slid her phone down next to the magazine. "Keep reading, slut," she said.
I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly as another wave of cramps took over. I found my voice and started reading again, "Seeing the look of pleasure on his face and feeling his ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around his waist and began pulling him against me as I pushed into him. I could feel the vibration as he pulled his cock beneath me as I fucked him harder. He started to cum and as he reached his orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into him, over and over again as I exploded inside of his ass."
Kitty took her phone back. "Yes. Oh yes, certainly. Thanks. You too. Bye," she said before hanging up. I knew that I couldn't go on any longer without making a mess.
"May I relieve myself?"
"Yes, slut. You may."
I started to stand up from the bed and walk awkwardly to the bathroom.
"What do you think you're doing, slut?" Kitty demanded. "You will crawl there.
Getting to my knees was a trial in itself. Once there, I got down onto my hands and started crawling to the bathroom. The trip never seemed to take as long as it did then. It took all of my self and muscle control to get onto the toilet before releasing. The noise was horribly embarrassing and my small place did nothing to keep Kitty from hearing the torrent.
It felt like I was in the bathroom for an hour. When I finally crawled out, Kitty was waiting for me wearing a strap on dildo, a wicked smile, a half-shirt, and little else. "Now that you're all cleaned out for me, you're going to take my cock up that pretty little cunt of yours," she said, laughing darkly. "Crawl over here quickly and stand up next to this desk."
I did as she said. She grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me down until I was bent over. She told me to brace my hands on the desk and leaned over me until I felt her body against me. "You're going to be my good little bitch, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said sotto voce.
"Good answer," she