My Dominant Boyfriend Pushed My Limits with Toys, Flogging and Total Control - Part 3

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My name is Riya, and at 19 years old I had completely surrendered to my boyfriend Rohan. After he took my anal virginity and turned me into his eager little anal slut, something fundamental shifted inside me. I no longer just wanted to be dominated — I needed it. I craved his control like oxygen.
Over the next two weeks, Rohan increased our rules and rituals significantly:

1. I had to wear a small discreet butt plug for at least 4 hours every day.
2. I could no longer call him by his name — only “Sir” or “Master” when we were alone.
3. I had to ask permission to use the bathroom, to eat, and even to touch myself.
4. Every morning I had to send him a video of me kneeling naked, saying “Good morning, Sir. This slut’s holes belong to you today.”

The more he controlled me, the wetter and more obedient I became.
One Friday night, Rohan told me we were going to have a “training session” at his apartment. When I arrived, he was already in full Dominant mode. He ordered me to strip at the door and crawl to him on all fours. I did it without hesitation, my pussy dripping onto the floor as I crawled.
He attached a black leather collar around my neck with a metal ring in front. Then he clipped a leash to it.
“Tonight we’re going to test how far my little slut is willing to go,” he said calmly, tugging the leash so I looked up at him. “Safe word is still ‘red’. But I expect you to push yourself for Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, already trembling with excitement and fear.
He started with pain.
He made me stand with my legs spread and hands behind my head while he used nipple clamps on my sensitive nipples. The sharp bite made me gasp. Then he added weights to the clamps, making my tits pull downward. Every time I whimpered, he would slap my tits hard, turning them red.
Next came the real challenge.
He tied me bent over the back of his couch, ass up, wrists and ankles secured. He inserted a large vibrating butt plug into my ass and turned it on medium speed. While the plug buzzed inside me, he flogged my ass and thighs with a leather flogger — not too hard at first, but steadily increasing the intensity until my skin was burning and I was moaning loudly.
“Count every stroke and thank me, slut.”
“One… Thank you Sir… Two… Thank you Sir…”
By the time he reached thirty, my ass and thighs were bright red and stinging beautifully. The combination of pain and the vibrating plug in my ass had me dripping down my legs.
Rohan knelt behind me and slowly pulled the plug out. My asshole gaped slightly, twitching from the stimulation.
“Look at that greedy little hole,” he said, spitting on it. “It’s begging to be fucked again.”
He didn’t use lube this time. He used my own pussy juices, rubbing his thick cock up and down my slit before pressing the head against my asshole.
“Beg for it.”
“Please Sir… please fuck your slut’s ass… I need your cock deep in my asshole… please use me…”
He pushed in slowly but relentlessly until every inch was buried inside my ass. The stretch was intense. I moaned like a whore as he started fucking me with long, deep strokes. The sound of his hips slapping against my sore ass filled the room.
While he fucked my ass, he reached around and rubbed my clit mercilessly. Every time I got close to cumming, he would stop and slap my pussy hard.
“You don’t cum until I say so.”
He edged me for almost forty minutes while pounding my ass. I was crying, begging, drooling — a complete mess. My mind had gone blank. All I could think about was pleasing him.
Finally, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Cum with my cock buried in your ass, you filthy little anal whore.”
I screamed as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me. My asshole clenched and spasmed around his thick cock so hard that he couldn’t hold back. He roared and pumped load after load of hot cum deep into my bowels.
He stayed inside me for a long time, letting me feel every twitch. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of his cum poured out of my gaping asshole and ran down my thighs.
But he wasn’t finished.
He untied me, made me kneel, and ordered me to clean his cock with my mouth — ass to mouth. I obeyed without hesitation, tasting my own ass on his cock while looking up at him with devoted eyes.
That night he pushed me even further.
He made me wear a remote-controlled vibrating egg in my pussy and the butt plug in my ass while we went out for a late dinner at a quiet restaurant. During dinner, he kept changing the intensity of the toys randomly. I had to sit there, trying to act normal while my holes were being stimulated mercilessly. I almost came twice at the table and had to beg him quietly for permission.
When we got back home, he fucked me again — this time in both holes. He would fuck my pussy for a few minutes, then switch to my ass, then back again, using me like a set of holes for his pleasure.
By 3 AM, I was exhausted, covered in sweat, cum, and marks from his hands and flogger. My nipples were sore, my ass was gaping and leaking, and my throat was raw from deepthroating him.
Rohan pulled me into his arms, removed the collar gently, and kissed me softly, switching back to his caring boyfriend mode.
“You were incredible tonight, baby,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”
I looked up at him with tears of happiness in my eyes.
“I love being your submissive, Sir. I want to go even deeper. I want you to own me completely.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
“Good girl. Because next weekend… I have something even bigger planned. Something that will push your submission to a whole new level.”
I fell asleep in his arms, sore, satisfied, and already fantasizing about what new boundary he was going to break next.