I was surprised when he said ' oh yes, my slut needs a hole filled, I will have to take care of this immediately!' With that, I never even felt him li...e his cock up with my hole when before I knew it he had buried himself inside my arse. The sensation of having an empty hole filled in a split second was a little odd but mostly thrilling in a way I had never experienced.Now with him inside me, I could feel him deeper than in any other position, even when I slammed myself down onto him he wasn't. We dated for a couple of months and then quickly married, but with both of us being on the road consulting for most of the year and not seeing much of each other we quickly grew apart. Neither of us was happy; what little time our schedules allowed us to be home together, instead of quality time we really got on each other's nerves. All the cute idiosyncrasies we loved about each other while dating became major annoyances that drove the other person crazy.Growing up an only c***d I eventually. ..............................................The next few days flew by in about the same pattern and I somehow managed to stay within the rules of the experiment and had not been forced down to the beach, naked, as a consequence. We stayed up very late the night of our third day and Jacque announced before we went to bed that he was going to sleep in the next morning to catch up. I am an early riser, even if it had been a late night, so when I woke up early the next morning, I knew I was. Mistress Camille was naked save for a pair of boots, which came to half-way up her glorious thighs, a black, peaked cap in the military style such as chauffeurs wear jauntily placed on her head.In her right hand, dangled two red leather gloves, which matched the burnished red leather of her domination boots.?So, boy,? she smiled at him, ?ready for your punishment, are you?? she asked, in a drawling voice, which still had traces of her upper-crust upbringing on the American East Coast – only.