My Bully’s Love

Chapter 62

I can truthfully say that I am not a fan of enemas, and if anything keeps me on the straight and narrow, an enema punishment would definitely be one of them. I have to admit that I do feel a bit lighter and less bloated, but the cramps that come with the procedure are not something that I prefer to do. Now, the way that Jace is taking charge and being his sexy Dominant self, punishing me in that awful way, and threatening me with ginger root, yep, I’m so horny for him that I’m happy to climb onto the bed and let him stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

As I wait on all fours, I can hear him moving around the room, but I don’t look to see what he is doing, because the anticipation for me helps build up my desire. All I can hear are drawers opening and closing, and feet shuffling around. All too soon, I feel his presence behind me.

He titters, “You’re like a bitch in heat, Precious; waiting on all fours while your cunt leaks with arousal.” He slaps my ass hard, and then licks at my dripping folds, “Mm, mm, good! As much as I love seeing you like this, I want you on your back and in the middle of the bed. I’m going to use you like the dirty whore you like to pretend to be.” When I go to move, though, he stops me, “On second thought, stay right as you are. I think I want to add a little more color to this ass of yours before fucking it.”

Exciting chills break out over my skin, as I wait for him to return. Different thoughts run through my head on what he

“Damn, Precious, she really is being greedy today, isn’t she?” He pumps a few fingers into me and licks them clean before finishing up with my legs. By the time he’s done, my knees are bent with rope wrapped around, keeping them in place, but then he has a rope on each side, also coming from the headboard, keeping me spread wide for him. I can’t move, and the thought excites me. “Sorry precious, but I think this will be needed once again.” He places the same dildo gag into my mouth as he used earlier and secures it.

Once he’s shown me what I look like as I am, he moves between my legs, and shows me the last item he has. I can’t help but become apprehensive as he holds up the huge vibrating toy he has in his hand.

“It’s time for a little DP. I’m sure a slutty cunt like yours can take this size, right?” He gives me his sexy smirk before lubing his own cock up and pressing it against my back hole, “I will get myself situated first and then Big Ben, here, will be inserted. Remember to snap your fingers if it’s too much.”

Inod in response as I watch him start pushing his way into my small hole. I moan at the intrusion, but he just keeps going. I try to relax my body for easier access, and it works. Soon, Jace is sliding his cock in and out of my back hole as he rubs my clit. He makes me climax hard before he lubes up Big Ben and begins to push it into me. My eyes widen at the tightness and how much it’s stretching me out.

“Fuck, baby, I love the way your body takes everything I give it. You’re such a trooper.” He bites his lower lip and I groan as he pushes the toy in further, “Damn, I can feel every line in this toy, it’s really ribbed for our pleasure, Precious.” He jokes as he pulls it out a little, “Her we go…” he shoves it all the way in

and I groan and pant at the fullness, “Feeling full yet?”

I nod.

“Good. Just what I wanted.”

He doesn’t move the toy in and out, but he does turn the vibration on as he begins to move himself. As full and uncomfortable as this is, I’m finding great pleasure in what he is doing to my body. Don’t judge me for feeling turned on whenever he uses my body for his pleasure. It makes me happy that I can make my Dom happy by letting him do this. It’s for both our enjoyment, because in the end I know that

even if I don’t get a release, I’m going to end up wrapped in his arms and praised for being a good girl, and that it everything to me.

When we have both come multiple times, Jace finally releases me and performs his aftercare on me. I’m just about dozing when he nudges me, “Hey, Precious, I have to make a few calls, will you be okay in here by yourself for a little bit?”

“Hm, I think so,” I pause as I think of something, “Master Jace, I want to feel what it’s like to be in the cage. Can I sleep in it?”

He studies me with a smirk, “Yes, if that is what you want, but know that you will be locked in there until I get back.”

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“Because those are my rules, that’s why. You do not question me, okay?”

I nod, “Okay, you can lock me in.” I whisper softly.

He lifts me up out of the bed and sets me down on my feet beside the door to the cage. He takes my lips with his soft ones in a deep and meaningful kiss, “On your knees, Precious.” He murmurs against my lips, and I slide to my knees at his feet. I gaze up at him, feeling a bit of warmth flow through me as I watch him squat down and unlock the door. He then cups my cheek, “I won’t be gone long, but you will stay in there until you wake up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir…”

With one last kiss to my forehead, he nods his head, “Go on, crawl in there, Precious.”

I can feel my core throb once again as I crawl like a dog into the cage, my ass bare as Jace watches me humiliate myself. Once I’m completely in, I turn and watch as he shuts the barred door and locks it.

“Fuck, Precious, you look so hot in there. Maybe when you wake up from your nap, I will make you suck my cock through the bars in order to be set free.” He adjusts himself right in front of me.

“Whatever you wish, Sir.”

He bites his lip and looks me up and down before turning and leaving me in the room by myself. I glance around the cage, noticing that it’s pretty roomy. Even though I can’t stand up, or even sit up, I am still able to crawl comfortably around and stretch out when I lay down on the comfortable mattress. I’ve read books about dominance and submission, and I know that there are so many different dynamics when it comes to the

kink world. I’m feeling as though two of the different dynamics are coming into play here, Slave and pet, and I’m not sure how to take it. Jace had said that he didn’t want a slave, and yet, as I lay here, locked in a cage, I feel a little like one. I also feel like a pet dog being kenneled for misbehaving or just being here because their master is gone. I’m actually starting to enjoy this just a little. I’m not sure what that means, but that it’s just another piece of me coming through. I lay me head on my hand as I curl up in the fetal position and it isn’t too long before I doze off.