Master and I had just shared a very relaxing weekend with pet and were ending our evening by curling into bed together, sharing a quiet conversation before we drifted to sleep.  It was during those few exchanges when I surprised Master with a sentiment I believe he thought would not be expressed so early on.

“Master, I think that during the next visit with pet you should fuck her.”

“And why do you think that slave?”

“Because I think you should just do it, get it over with.”

“What about your feelings slave?  Are you saying you are comfortable with the idea? Does the idea now arouse you?”

“The idea does not arouse me Master but it does not make my stomach churn like it once did.  I think that the time is right and I honestly will not know how I feel about your cock being inside another woman until it actually happens.”

“Well, we’ll see slave. Maybe you should be the one to fuck her first.  I thought we were going to use a strap on with her during the next visit?”

“I will obey you Master, if the strap on is what you want than so be it. I still think you should fuck her though. Let’s just do it. Get it over with and see what happens.”

“Hmm. Interesting slave. We’ll see. We’ll see. Time to sleep.”

“Yes Master. Good night.”

“Night my slave.”

Our exchange, albeit brief, was the catalyst for the weekend which Master and I just experienced a mere two days ago and even though Master has the final word in our relationship, when it came to fucking pet, Master granted me permission to control when and where that experience would take place and I am extremely grateful for that freedom.

When I told Master I wanted him to fuck pet, I was genuine. I would not say something that serious without having thought it through, weighing all the pros and cons and ensuring I was feeling emotionally balanced.  I was very aware that once Master slammed his cock into pet, there was no turning back and I had to be confident that I was on solid emotional ground, internally confident in my decision, in what I would witness.  I had mentally played numerous versions of how Master would fuck pet, allowing my emotions to be raw as I explored more and more explicit scenarios.  After approximately a month of these internal videos I came to the conclusion that I was comfortable with the idea and therefore it was most likely the right time for me and Master to take another step forward.  Since I am a rather realistic person I was aware of the fact that my feelings could very well change when fantasy became a reality; however, I had shared my concerns with Master and I knew that should I feel anything negative that Master would tend to my feelings and all activities would cease until I no longer felt sad.

The only plan that had been made regarding Master fucking pet was that we would need condoms.  Master and I are a big believers of being sexually safe and pet shares those values with us and even though we have all been tested, using condoms is simply a must and therefore Master and I ensured we had a box on hand.  With the exception of that one detail, the actual events leading up to and including Master fucking pet happened organically and when Master instructed pet to suck his cock, to make his cock hard so that she could slide a condom on him, I felt at ease with all that was about to transpire.

Master was stretched out on the floor, I was on his right side and pet was between Master’s legs, sucking and eventually sliding her cunt onto his shaft.  Throughout the entire exchange, I was focused on Master; kissing him, allowing my fingers to caress his chest, looking into his eyes.  The position of pet straddling Master was, unfortunately, not conducive for pleasure for Master and so I asked Master to fuck pet while she was on all fours.

I wanted Master to receive pleasure. I wanted Master to take pleasure from pet’s cunt and I knew that if he pushed her face into the cushions of the sofa, if he gripped at her small hips, that he most certainly would be able to thrust his cock much deeper and therefore enjoy the experience all the more.  And although I am not Master, by the expressions in his eyes, by the grunts in which he made, by the wicked grin that curled upon his lips, I would say that he absolutely enjoyed himself; enjoyed using pet like a little fuck hole.

It is a surreal experience watching the man I love use another woman for pleasure.  I found my responses to be interesting for although I was not aroused by the fucking, I felt great pleasure in knowing Master was having fun.  I liked listening to the sounds of pet as Master slammed his cock against her cervix wall. I liked the look of insane delight on Master’s face every time pet winced and tried to move away from Master’s grip.  I liked the quick succession in which Master’s hips banged repeatedly against pet’s ass, knowing full well that the harder he slammed into her the more pleasure Master received.  I liked that Master could fuck without concern, that he could use pet’s cunt in the fashion that keeps his cock hard and that pet was at his disposal to use in whatever way he desired.

I also liked just watching Master.  I have been on the receiving end of Master’s hard thrusts and I have felt his fingers claw into my hips; I have felt his flesh slap against my own; however, I have never watched him while he fucked me and being a spectator of such an event was rather intriguing.  I was not truly a spectator for I was always close, either playing with pet’s nipples or running my fingers along her back or pushing against her shoulders, helping to slam her back against Master’s hips or caressing Master’s flesh or kissing Master or more importantly keeping constant eye contact with Master, still, there were times when I was simply watching and it was a new sensation to have a live action porn right before me, right beside me.

One of the most unexpected sensations for me with regards to Master fucking pet was when Master was fucking her the following day and I actually was looking around Master, watching the television.  It was not as though I was not a part of the moment, I was it was just that I really wanted to see something on t.v. and as soon as I focused on the show I realised that, for the very first time, I was regarding pet as a thing, as an object, as something merely here to please Master, to please us.  Needless to say that reality was and still is rather shocking for me for I had never experienced anything like that before and more than that, I do not think of pet as a thing, I think of her as a person, as someone who has feelings and desires and deserves to be treated well.  Still, at that particular moment as well as any other time Master fucked pet, I genuinely regarded her as an object, as a warm, tight hole for Master to use.  There was even a moment when Master noticed my lack of interest in pet’s squeals and he started to laugh, seeming pleased with my disinterest and even commenting on it, ensuring pet could hear his every word, reinforcing for pet that she was merely a tool for Master’s pleasure.

There were numerous thoughts that ran through my mind each time Master fucked pet, none of which were negative though and so I foresee many opportunities of Master using pet’s cunt and eventually her ass cunt.  I am not certain what my emotions will be like the first time Master fucks her ass cunt for I know as odd as it sounds, that I have more of an attachment to that form of sexual exchange if only because it is the one way I have been able to give Master pleasure without too much pain for myself.  Ass cunt fucking has always come much easier for me and has been the way I have been able to express myself with Master without too much hesitation, without doubt.  When it comes to the cunt, sex has been awkward and painful; however, with the ass cunt I have felt that I can bring more pleasure, can give myself more to Master because it is not painful, because Master can simply jack hammer into me without being concerned for my physical well being.

After this weekend, I am confident that what Master and I share with pet happens when it is meant to and that as long as I am open, as long as I express myself honestly then Master and I can move forward and enjoy all the sexual pleasures we so desire.  I also know that as long as I include myself, as long as I am active in all the wonderful sexual debauchery that transpires then I am far more willing to explore those lusts that I have kept at arms length.

~His