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I'm on the couch, blouse open, skirt hitched up.  I lean back, spreading my legs so he can see what's under my skirt; nothing, just my bare, shaved pussy.

He's sitting opposite me, watching; there's no expression on his face, just a clinical detachment.  That's somehow more of a turn-on than interest or arousal; I'm just here for his amusement, his satisfaction, not my own.  He's letting me play with myself, but not for my gratification; it gets him hard, to know that I'm aroused, wet for him.

He's given me one toy to play with: the glass dildo, a curved string of glass nodules, topped by one large solid glass ball.  He prefers that I use the largest glass ball - not just yet, though.  I need to be aroused to be able to take it; even smooth and near-frictionless as it is, it's large and unyielding and, if I'm not aroused enough, wet enough, it bruises.

But tonight, when I begin to stroke my clit, he shakes his head.  "You're wet enough," he says.  "Fuck yourself."

I shiver; the coolness of his voice tells me what sort of night I'm in for.  He's going to use me hard; I'll finish the night aching and sore.

It will be worth it.  The pain he gives is delicious, even if he almost never lets me come.

I spread my legs further, displaying myself to him, taking a deep breath to ready myself.  I set the head of the glass dildo against myself - and push, hard.  Even knowing, expecting the invasion, I can't keep back the groan; it always feels huge in the first few moments, impossibly large.  I shudder, my head falling back in pleasure, and begin to work the dildo deeper into myself.

"Does it hurt?" he asks impassively.

"Yes," I breathe; it's all I can muster up.  The sensation of this cool, hard thing in me is my whole world; pain, pleasure, painpleasure.  But it will ease; as I begin to fuck myself slowly with it, my body reacts.  I grow wetter, feel myself accommodating its diameter.

"Good," he says, not standing.  There'll come a moment when he moves; it won't happen until he's ready to put his cock in place of the dildo.  Or in other places.  I don't know how long it will take until that point arrives, either; I can see that he's hard, but he can last like that a good while.  "Play with your clit."

I'm all too willing to obey that order, and my fingers skate over my clit, silky smooth and slick, heated.  I make a small, involuntary noise; a purr of pleasure.

"You look like a whore," he says.  "Spread, wet, fucking yourself.  Whore."

From him, it's praise, and I smile a little, sleepy, catlike.  I work the dildo in and out.  It still feels large, but now it's purely pleasurable; I've adapted to it, my body's warmed it.  It's hard as stone, still, but it's welcome in me now.

"Harder," he says, and I obey, thrusting the glass nodule into me as my fingers work on my clit.

Not hard enough for him.  He stands - he moves fast for such a big man; his speed and grace always surprise me - and grabs the dildo from me.  He pushes me back into the couch with one hand, kneeling on the edge of the couch, and uses his other hand to ram the dildo hard into me.  He's much more cruel to me than I can be to myself; this hurts. The next thrust hurts more, and he pins me down, fucking me with the toy, so hard; all I can do is make myself breathe, endure, remind myself of his pleasure at this.  I moan, my hips rising to meet every savage thrust because it's pleasure as much as it is pain, and I can lose myself in both, so deep that it feels like I'll never emerge from it--

His kiss is as savage as the rest, bruising hard on my lips, then on my throat; he bites, marking me, not stopping his assault with the dildo.  I begin to whisper pleas, begging his permission to come

"Don't," he says, his breath hot on my throat.  "You haven't come close to earning it yet, whore.  I don't want you distracted from what you're supposed to be doing."

Suffering, enduring; that's my task.  And pleasing him.

He rams the dildo deep into me, as deep as it'll go; this time, though, he doesn't withdraw it, just keeps the pressure on until I'm mewling in pain, hips bucking in pleasure.  The expression on his face is clinical; I'm a specimen, as he studies how much I can take.  My fingers fall away from my clit, nerveless; his take over, mercilessly driving me towards the climax he's denying me.

"Take it," he whispers.  "Take it all.  The pain, the pleasure - ride it...."

His fingers on my clit play me, taking me right to the brink and holding me there until I'm nearly weeping in pain and pleasure and need.  So good, so sweet - I'm incoherent, babbling, pleading for release; I can't cum without his permission and he knows it, he's trained me well.

He puts my hand on the dildo.  "Hold it there," he says.  "I know how deep in it is; don't ease off."

I nod, whimpering and whining in need - but when his hand releases mine, I keep the dildo as deep in me as he had it, no surcease from the pain.

"Face away from me," he says, and I obey.  I move slowly, awkwardly, kneeling on the couch, leaning on the back.  There's sound behind me; the rustle of denim as he unbuttons his fly and frees his cock, the lube bottle being opened.  So this is how it's going to happen tonight; I shiver in anticipation and my fingers return to my clit.

There's no preliminary; just his hands on my ass cheeks, and then his lubed cock head pressing against my asshole.  He presses; I moan as I feel him invading me, stretching me around him.  He's got a good-sized cock anyway; thick, veined.  I love to lick it, suck it; more, I love feeling it in me, and now he gives it to me.  Slowly, but all that does is draw out the sensation; I can feel every inch of it as he impales me.  And it hurts - his cock combined with the glass dildo still in me is overwhelming...
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The dildo in the story is based on (but larger than) the spine glass dildo on this page.  Scroll down to find it.