The Night I Fully Opened Her: Exploring a Dual Vaginal & Anal Spreader
I’ve always had an obsession with the idea of complete possession.
Not just penetration. Not just climax.
But truly witnessing her body forced to adapt to my desire—stretched open to its limits, exposed, helpless, and utterly mine.
It wasn’t until we tried this cold, gleaming dual-use spreader that those fantasies came to life—visually, physically, emotionally.
Why This Toy?
To me, it’s not just a sex toy. It’s a ritual instrument of control.
Stainless steel, adjustable screw system, precise down to the millimeter. Whether used vaginally or anally, it transforms “being open” into something visually raw and psychologically intense. It taps into something primal in me—watching her gradually open, struggling against the pressure, until she finally surrenders to the stretch.
Consent Is the Beginning of Pleasure
Before I even touched the spreader, we sat down and talked—her fantasies, her limits, our shared expectations.
It was about trust. About giving and receiving in a way that’s only possible when you feel safe to let go. We agreed on a safe word, established a slow pace, and I made sure I’d stop immediately the moment she said the word.
This was never about control without consent.
BDSM isn’t force. It’s chosen surrender.
Preparing Her: Body and Mind Must Be Clean and Calm
Before we start, there’s a ritual—gentle cleaning, physically and emotionally.
I always help her use a warm water anal rinse, soft and non-irritating. She leans into me as I take care of her most vulnerable places. It’s not just practical. It’s intimate.
When her body is clean, when her breath slows, and her eyes soften—I know she’s ready.
Ready to be opened. Ready to be mine.
Her Reaction Was Even More Intoxicating Than I Expected
I started with her pussy. Slowly turning the screw, I watched her lips stretch apart, wet and glistening, her inner walls becoming exposed inch by inch. She trembled. Bit her lip. Moaned softly as her eyes fluttered with shame and arousal.
Then I turned to her ass. The same slow rotation, a little tighter, a little deeper—until her body gave in, opened up. And in the middle of it, she came.
Yes, she came just from the stretch.
Her entire body convulsed as she lay open before me—legs spread, holes exposed, helpless and beautiful.
In that moment, I knew I hadn’t just claimed her body.
I had broken through to something much deeper.