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As January neared its end, my journey into the world of anal stretching had taken on an almost obsessive rhythm, the daily wear of my medium black plug becoming as routine as breathing. Each day, the plug was a constant reminder of my identity as an anal slut, a term that now
Read more…resonated with pride and pleasure in my mind.
The cone-shaped anal dildo had become a regular part of my training regime. I was progressing well, each session pushing me a little further, a little deeper. The feeling of the dildo's widening girth was like a map to my own desires, each inch a testament to my dedication and the transformation of discomfort into ecstasy.
I found myself eagerly anticipating these sessions, the stretch from the cone dildo not just a physical sensation but a psychological journey into submission. The more I trained my "needy ass," the more I craved that feeling of being filled, of being stretched to what felt like my limits. It was a daily affirmation of my kinks, a celebration of my inner slut.
But the real excitement came from the anticipation of my next challenge: a new, significantly larger anal dildo. I had seen it online, its size both intimidating and irresistible. The thought of it made my heart race with a mix of *** and desire. Would my body accept it? Would I find the same pleasure in its massive form?
I prepared meticulously for my first attempt with the new dildo. Lubrication was key, and patience was my ally. I started with my medium plug, warming up, letting my body remember the pleasures of being stretched. After some time, I switched to the cone dildo, reminding myself how far I had come, preparing my muscles for the bigger challenge.
Finally, I approached the new dildo. Its presence was almost daunting, yet I was driven by an internal fire, a need to submit to this new dimension of my fetish. I took deep breaths, focusing on relaxation, on the pleasure that awaited. Slowly, I began to introduce it, the stretch immediate and intense. It was more than just physical; it was a mental breakthrough, a moment where *** and pleasure blurred into one exquisite sensation.
The journey wasn't about the destination but the experience itself. Each millimeter I gained was like a victory, not just over my body but over my ***s, my doubts. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and satisfaction that left me breathless, my mind swirling in the euphoria of my submission.
In my diary, I wrote, "Embracing this new dildo was like embracing a new part of me, one that revels in being an anal slut, in the joy of stretching and being stretched. Each session is a step closer to understanding my limits, or rather, proving that there are none in the pursuit of pleasure."
Wearing my plug daily had become more than routine; it was an extension of my identity, a badge I wore with pride. Each public outing, each mundane task, was laced with the thrill of my secret, the constant reminder of my training, my journey.
As I looked forward to February, I was excited not just for the new toys or sessions but for the continuous evolution of my submission, for the endless exploration of my anal desires. The journey was far from over; it was just getting more profound, more thrilling.
Until next time,
Mia Sinner 🖤