Chapter 2
A few weeks went by since I was pegged and it has been the only thing in my mind. I’d be at work and I kept thinking I’d like to be fucked on this table or I’d like to be pressed against this wall and fucked.
(Authors note: Thinking about this is a little funny as it is a true story so far and rethinking this again it is hard to imagine me a 6 foot 240lb powerlifter being pressed against a wall and fucked…Back to the story.)
Eventually I gave in, I wanted it to happen again, but I wanted to make it special for her. I then started searching online for ideas and eventually bought a bunch of things.
I bought a bigger dildo this time the length was 9 inches and the girth was 2.5 inches at the head. For a beginner I was feeling quite ambitious…I bought cuffs that actually used a key to unlock and were to me impossible to break free without the key, a suitcase lock, enema kit, a ball gag that locks, a present bow (one you would use for christmas or birthday presents), and bdsm rope… not really sure why it is called bdsm rope as it felt the same as normal rope.