Alexander
The progressive training began the first morning after the gala.
I woke her early. She still carried the marks from the night before soft shadows of handprints on her ass, dark bites on her breasts and inner thighs, the bruise at the base of her neck only half-hidden by the collar. I stood her naked in the bathroom and coated the first new plug. It was noticeably thicker than the one she had worn through the charity event.
“Bend over the counter,” I told her. “Hands flat. Spread yourself for me.”
She obeyed. I pressed the blunt head against her hole and pushed. The thicker girth forced her open slowly. A low sound escaped her.
“Breathe,” I said. “Take it. This is only the beginning.”
I watched her rim stretch and swallow every inch until the flared base sat flush. Then I se
