Marc likes to play with my asshole.

He knows that my entire sexual life had been based on the “exit only” philosophy, and that Blackie’s never had any interest in backdoor action.

Marc knows that my “exit only” philosophy is primarily based on painful trial and bleeding-rectum error — yes, lube and slow training was used, I’ve just got a tiny tight asshole.

Not only do I not like to bled and suffer anal discomfort for weeks, but I’ve got a girlie sense of vanity which makes me live in fear of my asshole looking like this gaping awaiting hole someone could fall into:

(Image via Explicite-Art.)

Knowing all of this, Marc likes to torment me by playing with my ass.

He likes to slowly take his time, over days and nights, to gently pry it open painful bit by painful bit. Then leave it alone for weeks, so that it’s nice and tight and normal feeling before he begins all over again.

And to keep me fearful when my ass is not full, he likes to show me what he’ll one day do to me. Like sending me images and videos which freak me out and make me cringe. Images and videos like these from Latex Angel:

(Click the pic to watch the video if you want to be impressed/horrified.)

Words do not express how frightening this particular video of double fisting — one in the cunt, the other fist in the ass — is.

Tonight, while waiting for phone calls, Marc made me watch it — while I bent my bare bottom over my computer desk chair, proffering him access. The first time, I just held my breath, holding myself as till as he was.

The second time, Marc trailed his fingertip slowly along my anal cleft in a most menacing fashion.

The third time he spread my ass cheeks wide open, fingered around my ass hole and told me how one day he’d do that to me. As I trembled beneath his touch, he swept his fingers along my slit and found his wet reward — my pussy dripping with fear, not lust. He laughed and left me to my phone calls.