Breakage

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This is the story of how I let Clara break me. She’s 24, and I’m 21. We met at a dungeon party—she was slinging whips, grinning like she owned the place. I’d been curious about femdom for years but always too nervous to ask. Clara saw my hesitations and invited me to her apartment. I told myself it’d be harmless. I was wrong.

Her place was all leather and steel. She tied me to a fisting St. Andrew’s cross, the kind you see on sites like femdom-fan.net. Nothing soft about it. Cold steel pressed into my wrists as she circled me, her boots clicking like a metronome. “You want me to take your head, don’t you?” she said. I nodded, my throat too dry to answer. “Say it.”

“I want your hand in me,” I whispered.

She cackled. “Brat. You’ll earn it.”

She started slow. Fingers, then a small fisted plug to stretch me. I’d read about this online—femdom-fetish.video had clips of girls using plugs, but the videos didn’t capture the *burn*. Clara’s fingers worked my hole, slick with lube, then pushed the plug in until it rubbed my prostate. I hissed. “Shut up. You’re not here to make noise.” She slapped my thigh, her hand open, then tightened the restraints. “You’ll be perfect for my hand.”

The prep took hours. She used her mouth, her tongue pressing into me while I sagged against the cross. “You’re so tight,” she muttered. I could taste my own fear—metallic, sour. She kept talking to me, her voice low and grating. “This is how it ends. You’ll be the cleanest break I’ve ever made.”

When she switched to the lubricant, I flinched. The cold gel burned, and she laughed. “You’re so responsive. I love it.” She slicked up three fingers, then pressed against my anus. The stretch was agonizing. I gasped, my balls slapping my thighs. “Not yet,” she said, gripping my hips. “You’re not ready to scream.” She shoved another finger in, her knuckles digging into me, and I felt the first tear. A thinning in my body, like my ass was splitting to make space.

“You okay?” she asked fakely. I couldn’t talk—I could only nod as she worked her fingers deeper, massaging my prostate until I was whimpering. She’d stop then, pulling her hand out to tease my cock, letting my need build before jamming two more fingers in. “You’re so ready,” she said, her breath hot against my crack. She kissed my hole, wet and openmouthed, and I nearly climaxed.

She waited until I’d recovered. When she finally slid her fist in, it was like a knife cutting me open. Her hand was big—her wedding ring left a bruise—and she pushed slow, knuckle by knuckle. I felt every muscle in my ass clench, aching to hold her there. “You’re squeezing so hard,” she groaned. “I’ll crack you open.” She started pumping, her wrist twisting, and I screamed. Not a real scream, though—more like a guttural moan, something primal. My head throbbed, and I felt my body give way, my ass expanding around her fist.

She fucked me with her hand. Hard. Her knuckles slapped my asshole, and I could feel her fingers spreading my insides, splitting me wider every thrust. “You’re so deep in me,” I said, my voice breaking. She slapped me. “That’s not your line.”

She leaned close, her breath hot against my ear. “You’ll cum when I tell you to. You’ll come on my hand, and you’ll beg to be filled again.” She pulled out, dragging her fist across my asshole, then wrapped my cock. I was so hard I was dizzy. She fisted me as she shoved her hand back into my ass, splitting me until I saw stars. “Cum,” she ordered. “Cum for your Domme.”

I did. My balls tightened, and I shot all over her hand. She pushed deeper, her fingers brushing my rectal wall, and I keened. “So good,” I gasped. She laughed, still pumping, and I felt my ass collapse around her, a second orgasm building in my gut. She pulled her hand out, letting it slide halfway, then slammed back in. The pain was incredible, but she didn’t stop. She kept going until I was sobbing, my toes curling, my legs shaking.

When she finally let me go, I slumped to the floor. She knelt beside me, wiping my cum and tears off her hand. “You’re clean,” she said. “No shame. You were meant to break.”

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