“Take a deep breath and let it out… push…” Michael said, his voice firm. She obeyed without thinking and gasped, tears stinging her eyes as the third bulb pushed inside of her, making the tight ring at her entrance sting and burn. The submissive position and the feel of her ass being invaded by such a large, implacable object made her feel as though she was melting into the desk. She’d probably obey any order he gave her right now, but it gave her a feeling of freedom rather than fear, of trust and comfort rather than unease. “Good girl.”

Warmth slid her through her.

She was being a good girl.

A tear slid down her cheek as he began working the fourth bulb into her ass. Whining noises escaped the back of her throat as her inner muscles were stretched, fiery discomfort focusing all of her attention on that area, even as she felt wetness seeping from her pussy.

“Ow, ow, ow…” she chanted, her breath catching in her throat. She clawed at the desk when Michael twisted the toy, the many bulges inside of her massaging her insides.

“That’s a good girl,” he said again. “Take it for me.”

She let out a gasping cry as the fourth bulge pushed into her. The toy felt so deep inside of her, her poor hole stretched so wide… and she wasn’t even done yet. She could feel it all the way up to the back of her throat, pushing at her insides, keeping her stretched ring of muscle from being able to close. It burned continuously, waves of fiery, pricking pain sliding sensuously along the pleasure which was building inside of her. Her nipples felt itchy inside of her corset, and she wished the desk were shaped so she could rub her clit against it, but all she could do was stay in position as Michael finished working the toy into her ass.

Tears dripped down on the desk beneath her, her breath coming as a gasping moan, while the toy pumped back and forth, going deeper, stretching her wider. She didn’t see how her poor hole could ever be the same after this. She was devastated, from the inside out, and she was verging on the brink of orgasm as the toy moved back and forth. Her forehead bowed down to press against the cool wood of the desk, and it was so cool against her hot skin that she turned her cheek to it, letting out a cry as the toy pushed hard and suddenly she was so full she couldn’t breathe at all.

“Good girl, Ellie, that’s all of it,” Michael said soothingly, his hand caressing her lower back. His hand slid down to her pussy and he chuckled. “Although you don’t seem that upset by your punishment.”