I can’t say that I loved it, I would rather say that I hated it and would never do it again but at the same time I am aroused thinking of being forced to bear those hated bites again.
After several unsuccessful ant hunting expeditions, we finally found some very angry black tiny creatures during our last trip.
Their home was in the grasslands under the ground, we hardly can perceive them, actually we almost gave up again although I was totally prepared for the experience and I definitely wanted to try it.
The first mound that my master found was in the middle of steppe. He stirred it up to make them angry, then I just pulled up my skirt and sat on the ruins of their home.
My bare asshole was the closest target for them so it got some very painful bites first, uh they were very intense, short and annoying pain shocks, a bit similar to the pain caused by electro shock. It wasn’t enjoyable at all at least for me :). My master loved to watch my suffering so I tried to tolerate the pain as long as I could to give him more and more pleasure.