In the Gary.

Rump.

Ass.

Derriere.

Whatever you want to call it, Hubby is obsessed with it.

Since I started this master/slave relationship, Hubby has been totally obsessed with my backside. He spanks it. He licks it. He bites it.

And, yes, he fucks it.

Now just like blowjobs were Christmas and Birthday presents before I started my slave routine, anal sex was purely the result of too much liquor and not enough resistance. I've been fucked in the arse three times in my life. The first time was at university, with an old boyfriend... The last two times are when I've been drunk as a skunk, face buried in the pillow and Hubby's taken my command of "do me" to a whole different level.

As far as I'm concerned, doing it sober would be painful, smelly and possibly ruin our sheets.

But I am a Slave and Hubby is a Master and since he was totally obsessed with it, I knew it wouldn't be long before his dick in my arse became a reality.

Tonight was the big night.

I'd been warned in advance, I have to admit. I glugged down a bottle of chardonnay in preparation and thought it would be a simple case of Hubby tying me up (he does that a lot these days) and me relaxing into a drunken stupor while eight inches of throbbing dick are shoved up my Gary Glitter.

Instead, he wanted me to work it.

The dirty fucker had me dance for him. Grind my arse against his throbbing cock while we were still dressed. He had me open up a bottle of lube (that Durex warming stuff.. ow!) and then lie back and think of England as he shoved his big, hard cock up my bum.

What I found tricky was that he wanted me on my back. On my hands and knees, arse thrust up into the air, I think I could handle it. But on my back, it seemed... awkward.

But even as I gripped the headboard for support, I got to see Hubby's face. That was worth it.

As his big dick 'popped' past my sphincter, the look on his face was priceless. Sure, it felt like I had a red hot crowbar shoved up my jacksie, but I could have come just from the look on his face.

And it was mercifully short. Just three or four thrusts and Hubby was pumping a big load of cum right up into my bowels. Normally, I complain he lasts barely minutes. This time, he was inside me for mere seconds.

But it didn't matter. The amount of pleasure I gave him almost made up for the discomfort I felt. In fact, as soon as he'd left to clean up, I flicked my bean to a quick orgasm all on my own.

Who knew I could control men with only the power of my arse?

And wasn't I meant to be the slave? I didn't realise one tight, forbidden orifice would grant me so much power over horny men.

Hubby keeps threatening to get some other guys to screw me in the arse. If I can expect the same puppy-dog devotion afterwards, perhaps I should let them!