All week I've prepared for you. Each day plugged for longer than the last. Each day edging without release. I am ready. I am... putty.

I stand before you, naked. You present me with a plug, much bigger than the one I'm currently wearing. I crouch down to make the exchange. As I push the new toy inside I feel that familiar stretch followed by a pop as it slides into place.

From your bag you retrieve a small wooden box, a gift. I thank you and open it to find a steel chastity cage, no more than two inches in length, sat atop a velvet pillow. I gulp as I look down at my hard but useless cock. You sit me on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. A string of firm testicle slaps renders my manhood just flaccid enough to squeeze it into the small, shiny cage.

With your guidance I stand and bend over, exposing my filled ass and swollen balls. The sound of a cane swishes through the air. You strike me 20 times, across my cheeks and thighs. With each hit I stifle a scream into a pathetic whimper. As the welts raise so does my cock strain against its unyielding prison. The pain soon fades into a comforting warmth. I am going under.

I lie on my back and hold my knees against my chest. In one confident motion you yank the plug from my ass, leaving it gaping and vulnerable. Your fist slides in easily, straight to the wrist. You alternate, thrusting each hand in and out. As you probe deeper something unlocks inside me. My body gives in, every muscle becomes relaxed and pliable.

Two fingers enter alongside your fist, then a third, a fourth, and a thumb. With your weight pressing down on me you push both fists inside. The stretch sears my mind before boiling over into a wave of overwhelming ecstasy. Each roll of your knuckles sends shivers of blinding pleasure through my body. With no hope of control left cum shoots from my cage and covers my stomach. I am melting.

"That was the warmup," you whisper affectionately, as you flip me over and restrain my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. You lift our toy box onto the bedside table and flip it open, where I can see it out of the corner of my eye. It's filled with strange, colourful dildos, that range in size from large to gargantuan. My mind races, my ass begs for more.

You hoist the second largest dildo from the box and strap it into your harness. I've taken this toy before, but it was a challenge. You nestle yourself between my legs and rest the heavy tip of the silicon cock against my tender, aching hole. With a gentle push the head enters me and slots snuggly into place. You lift up, angle the shaft down, and slowly fuck the last bit of sanity out of me.

After an eternity of methodical pounding you hilt the toy deep inside and take a moment to rest on top of me. The pulsating of my asshole synchronises with your heartbeat. I am content. After catching your breath you roll off and unholster the toy.

"Now for the test," you tease maniacally. My eyes dart to the toy box as you reach for the largest of the dildos, the only one I've never been able to take. Strangely, in that instant, I am not afraid. I trust you, and you believe I can do it. You strap the enormous toy between your legs and wave it gleefully in front of my face.

My hole has never been this loose before. You rub the massive dildo between my cheeks until I am ready to swallow it. With merciless force you sink the toy into me. It only takes a few inches before it's stretching me to new limits. I moan with delicious agony as my ass is rended by your insistent strokes. My mind is but a thing floating far in the distance.

With no resistance left to offer you commence fucking me with wild abandon, forcing orgasm after orgasm. I have never been so thoroughly destroyed. Finally, I am whole.

Disclaimer: I'm a switch in an open relationship where I am the dominant. I'm looking for a dominant woman to balance me out. Anyway, for now, let's chat. I'm in London.