But I HATE it... I hate it with passion!!!
When the foreign object was inserted in me, I felt it has disturbed my bowels and I had the queer sensation of wanting to poop... He assured me it was fine, but the more conscious I was of the silver tool sticking out of my butt hole, the more I squeezed my muscles, up to the point I actually felt the pain. The alarming feeling spreaded from the area around the handle of the damn tool to the surrounding quickly, so quickly that I had to yell in pain. The Lord told me to relax and as he slowly pulled it out, but my muscle continued to clutch while I maintained in doggie position. As the thickest part of the heart-shaped tool stretched my skin, the seething pain spreaded and I yelped in pain. The rumbling in my anus finally stopped after the god-forsaken thing left my body.
I didn't think that tool had affected me that much until I started shaking and tears pooled in my eyes. The Lord noticed something wasn't right with me so he stopped sorting out the straps and approached me. His hand on my arm triggered something in me and the dam simply broke. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and my sobs got louder when he tried to put his arms around me awkwardly.
Since the embrace was so awkward, I pulled back and head to the toilet to collect myself. I might as well take a leak and when I looked at toilet paper after dragging it over my butt hole, it came back bright red, just like when I had mensus. My eyes misted up again and more tears rained on my cheeks.
I had enough of any anal action. Fuck off if anyone one of you are thinking of suggested anal sex to me. I will rip your intestine out from your anus so you can experience loosing some blood too.
