Chapter 6

At the apex of my whimpering, wildly squirming, hip-lifting desperation, Sprite suddenly grants me a brief respite by climbing off the bed. Still I writhe madly for a moment, seeking the desperately necessary friction on my raging erection from mere thin air. But at last I manage to relax. Seconds later I feel Sprite untie my ankles.

This can only be the immediately recognizable prelude to the only kind of sex I lately ever get. And so the instant my feet are free I bend my legs up at the knees, splay myself out even wider, and yearn my already elevated ass upward.

Naturally this non-verbal begging alone could never suffice to convince my Sprite. And yet I just can’t help myself. I must beg for pegging with every avenue open to me! Despite my well-established misgivings about what it’s doing to me, being deprived of everything but this insidiously inverted kind of sex has somehow resulted in addicting me to it. Even as I writhe and struggle and bitterly berate myself for succumbing to such perversity, I belie all that by gaping my eager center as up and open as I can in desperate welcome to my wonderfully beautiful defiler. And of course my cruel little Sprite accepts my invitation – but only after eons more maddeningly frustrating and arousing delay.

I feel her tiny, glorious body settle itself atop me, her weight pressing down most gloriously between my spread legs. Immediately I play the accommodating girl, locking my ankles around her backside, clutching her body tightly to mine and humping my endlessly deprived groin madly up against her own always lavishly satisfied one. In return of course she humps back down at me, clutching me close with her surprisingly strong arms, writhing deliciously against me and rubbing our hard erections against each other in a manner clearly designed to drive me absolutely crazy. Meanwhile Sprite’s supremely sumptuous breasts squash against my chest, twisting deliciously back and forth and all around. Then out of the blackness her soft, full lips suddenly lock onto mine. Her impossibly adept tongue pries me open and then aggressively plunders my mouth, easily outwrestling my own oral organ. Like freshly horny teenagers Sprite and I feverishly soul-kiss, all the while grinding our madly aroused naked bodies together.

Of course this is heavenly foreplay for Sprite and hellish torment for me, since we both know all this relentless stimulation is leading up to an orgasmic apotheosis for only one of us. And then Sprite spikes our mutual arousal up even higher by abandoning her attack on my mouth in favor of my vulnerable throat. Vampiristically she battens on me, fastening on and sucking so hard that I can almost believe she is indeed draining me. Moaning deliriously I succumb to the fantasy, thrashing beneath her in distinctly erotic distress. Of course my most desperate struggles are easily snubbed back by the ropes on my wrists, as well as being effortlessly defeated by my unbelievably powerful aggressor.

As madly aroused as I am by my helpless victimization, Sprite is even more excited by her overwhelming predatory dominance. Somehow snarling even as she feeds voraciously on me, she fights back against my thrashing, slamming me back onto the bed, writhing higher up my body until she’s straddling my belly and taking psychic sustenance as much off my oh-so sensuous distress as a real vampiress would my life’s blood, or an immortal succubus my eternal soul. Panting through her nose, her hot breath seems to scald my neck as she snarls and keens, roughs me up and inflicts love-bite after painful love-bite, encircling my throat with necklace of closely spaced angry red hickeys.

How long this goes on I can’t imagine. We are lost in a haze of maddened lust, a predator-consuming-prey symbiosis that continuously escalates, my desperate, unwillingly-willing submission feeding her rampantly pitiless domination and vice-versa. But at long last my viciously lubricious lover has had her fill of this particular delight. She needs to get on with her ultimate consummation. With a smack like a leech being ripped from a wound, madly ravenous Sprite finally breaks the suction of her mouth on my neck, squirms even higher up my body and puts her hot wet lips to my ear.

“Now, boy!” she pants. “Beg me for it! Beg me to peg you! Beg me to hammer my hard cock into your tight little boy-cunt until you’re out of your mind with unrequited desire!” Despite the certain increase in frustrated arousal I don’t hesitate for a second. If this is the only sex I’m going to get then I’ll certainly take it. I love my lovely little Sprite with such an all-consuming passion that I cherish every iota of physical intimacy she allows me. I would rather suffer eons of frustration and deprivation with her than wallow in endless orgasmic sex with any other lesser woman. I just need to devote myself to her so properly and completely that she will eventually see fit to finally reward me with conventional sex – or at the very least an orgasm. And so my incredibly heartfelt pleas burst immediately from me in a shameless flood of submissive supplication.

“Oh yes, oh please, oh my wonderful beloved, oh please please please won’t you finally peg me! Oh please use me for your every depraved pleasure! That’s all I exist for: to satisfy you sexually. And I swear I will always serve you in every other way too! I will always do all of the housework! I will pamper you slavishly in every conceivable fashion; I will wait upon you hand and foot around the clock. I will financially support you for the rest of your life. I will be your sugar daddy, your obedient servant, even your utterly willing slave! Oh my lovely Sprite, I will be your abject subject forever if only you will use your clearly divine phallus to peg me into paradise right now!” Sprite’s hot breath in my ear has been panting ever faster throughout this outpouring, turning me on like crazy. But suddenly she stops me with a more-painful-than-playful bite on its tender lobe.

“Did I hear you right?” she breathes into me, rubbing her breasts against my neck for effect and her big hard cock against my midriff. “Did you just offer to become my slave for life? Even if it means I get to tie you up whenever I want, for as long I might want? Even if it means I get to spank, paddle, strap, whip, cane and otherwise beat your sexy ass black and blue whenever I feel like it, in addition to endlessly pegging it?”

“Of course!” I instantly gasp, unmindful of the consequences. “Beat and punish me all you like! Tie me up forever! In return I will more than just gladly belong to you and ecstatically serve you. I will worship you as my Supreme Being! You will own me body and soul for not just this life but for all of eternity! Only please just peg me, now and forever, whenever the least whim strikes you. In payment for this holy blessing I will belong to you solely and completely until all time ends, my most glorious new goddess!”

“Splendid!” my new owner and deity breathes down at me. She thrusts her tongue into my ear and swirls it around, sending shivers of autonomic lust running through me.

“I never dreamed pegging you could lead to such a wondrous new relationship for us. It’s a damn good thing I had you piss before I tied you up. Because to consecrate your new vow of obedience to me I am going to peg you longer and harder than I ever have before, maybe even for the rest of this entire night! Let’s just see how much you love me then, my incredibly worshipful subject and indescribably delicious eternal slave!”

Grinning wickedly Sprite climbs off me. Then she lifts my legs above my head and ties my ankles to the headboard next to my wrists.

This raises my pillow-supported hips even higher and spreads my legs out even wider apart. Then my goddess graciously flips the blindfold up, incomparably blessing me with the sight of her obviously divine nudity. Smiling portentously at me then she kneels before my always vulnerable anal opening and aligns her blessedly large and elegantly curved erection. Grasping my upper thighs for leverage she suddenly takes a deep breath and then lunges her lyre-like hips forward, plunging her holy penis all the way into me with her very first thrust.

We each cry out simultaneously at this: Goddess with exultant ecstasy, and her incredibly lucky subject with an eloquent mix of pain and shame overlaid by a helpless, bizarre species of reluctant sexual arousal. Slowly she pulls back and stabs swiftly into up me again; once again crying out in primal triumph as she quintessentially subjugates me.

This complete reversal of sexual roles is the epitome of Goddess’ power over me, the ultimate expression of her limitless domination. It is more emotionally arousing by far than even the incomparable physical stimulation provided by the corrugated saddle of that feeldoe rubbing endlessly back and forth against her clitoris while the big oval ball deep within her simultaneously pushes back against her g-spot as forcefully as her every thrust pounds into me. Briefly put, by physically and psychologically forcing me to play the humbly penetrated female my goddess fundamentally degrades and humiliates me.

Worse, by somehow causing me to actually take pleasure from this abomination, Goddess Sprite shames me on an even deeper and far more fundamental level. Despite my most bedrock, genetically dictated and socially formative masculine make-up I have been increasingly laid open to a remaking even more complete and enduring than any plastic surgeon or mad genetic engineer has ever dreamed of attempting. As always, my burning face flushes red, even redder than ever with extreme mortification as my goddess quickly establishes and then easily supersedes her usual rapid, powerfully thrusting rhythm. In-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, relentlessly she stabs up into my ever more obviously ecstatic opening like the most potently hung stud in the entire universe. Still I can’t help but constantly strain my desperate ass upward, eager to do anything that will maximize my already unbelievably degrading impalement.

Terribly conflicted between extreme physical ecstasy and somehow permanent emotional evisceration (meanwhile helplessly, hopelessly addicted to this inexplicably, inextricably evocative erotic alchemy), I can only groan and yelp and bleat and keen, tossing my head in fruitless denial even as I open myself up ever wider to that impossibly intimate anal assault. And of course omniscient as ever Sprite continues to maximize my absolutely necessary distress by constantly berating, belittling, and most of all cruelly, accurately accusing me as she pumps herself endlessly in and out of me.

Despite all her denials that tonight’s fundamental alterations in our relationship are all my ideas, I have no doubt that she’s conceived, planned for, and gradually manipulated me into begging to become just what she’s always intended of me. Listen to her climactic rant and tell me that you don’t completely agree with me:

“Look at you slut! You love being fucked like (and by) the superior sex and you totally fucking know it! You are such a disgustingly greedy slut! You are a wildly, desperately lubricious little bitch! Aren’t you? You incredibly depraved ass-hungry whore! You pathetically prick-addicted penis lover! So tell me: how does it feel to know that you love being pegged more than anything else ever? In fact, what would all your family, friends, co-workers and acquaintances think of you if they knew that? If they knew that your sprightly little girlfriend utterly owns you; and that she wears not only the pants but also the penis in your ridiculous relationship?