more on wanting

Some time ago i met a Master for a quick introductory session. Half way through things he flips me over to face down and asks me if my arse likes to get fucked. Well, true to things, my arse doesn't like to get fucked. Truly not. My answer, though, was a respectful "if it pleases you" and i truly hoped he wouldn't fuck me as i really didn't want him to. But he did. And it hurt. Afterwards, it felt so good not to have got what i wanted.