Chapter Seven
There was no way that her mind could compute the terror that comes with being fisted in the ass. It began with the suggestion of it, something in passing that her Dom threw into a conversation with their pervert friends when discussing their best and worst S M scenarios. He’d said, “There’s been no thrill quite like the one when I fisted my subbie’s ass.” That subbie had been five years before, and he still remembered the moment vividly. Sandra had not been with him then.
The idea of fisting returned periodically, first when they watched a demonstration at a private party and then later, during those times when her master worked his fingers deep into her ass as they were making love. There was no discussion between them about the topic. He didn’t ask if this was something s
