Authors: Selena Kitt
The music turned off right in the
middle of whatever classical piece he'd been playing, and then she heard the
beginnings of
Chant of the Paladin
by Dead Can Dance and knew he was
about to start things in earnest.
She heard the door to the cage open
and a single word.
"Out."
It had taken a long time to maneuver
until she was on her back, and turning back over without the use of her hands
was harder than she'd realized it would be. The song was over and the next one
had begun before she was finally out, and Gordon didn't help her at all. When
she was out and was on all fours with her back arched down and ass up the way
she knew he'd want, she felt his hands on her face.
"Close your eyes Pet, and take
your time opening them once I get this off."
She did as he said, taking her time
opening them and getting used to the light again. He helped her stand then
removed the butterfly, "Before we move on to the next item, it's time for
me to relieve some pressure. My pressure, not yours. Crawl to the back of the
sofa and then stand and bend over it, mitts in the seat and your forehead on the
mitts, please."
Once she was draped over the sofa she
felt him using his feet to spread her legs farther apart. She felt a finger on
the entrance to her pussy.
"Who does this belong to?"
"You, Sir."
"Who decides when this pussy gets
to orgasm?"
"You, Sir."
"What is the purpose of this
pussy?"
"To provide pleasure to you, to
my Master, Sir."
"That's right. You don't have
permission to come. Don't ask. I'm not going to back off if you get close,
either — so I'd advise you to not get close. This is about my pleasure, you
know what I want from you."
She felt him going in — not in a big
hurry, but not exactly taking his time, either. She was already horny from the
vibrator on her clit for so long, so there was no problem with her being wet
enough. Gordon's cock was larger than average, but not a huge monstrosity,
thank goodness. Still, she felt him opening her up, felt her tissues stretching
to accommodate him. She felt him go all the way in and then heard him groan,
and that groan made her go from moderately horny to over the top horny. She
knew better than to come without permission though. Gordon could get very
creative with his punishments, and they were never enjoyable. Not even a little
bit.
He started moving and before long he
was pounding her. She heard herself moaning and ohhhhh'ing, and felt her voice
go staccato as he pounded into her from behind. She wanted to beg to be able to
come, but he'd specifically told her not to ask, so she couldn't. She gritted
her teeth and held onto her orgasm by her fingernails, taking every ounce of
self control she could muster to keep her pussy muscles from spasming into an
uncontrolled orgasm. She knew he'd want her to tighten down in a few minutes,
and that would make it even harder to keep from orgasming... and there it was.
His hand slapping her ass, meaning he wanted her to milk his cock as he fucked
her. She tightened down as he was pulling out, and relaxed them as he pushed
in, then tightened for him to pull out. She wasn't going to be able to keep
from coming, she wasn't... "Sir, I'm not going to be able to hold back...
I'm sorry Sir, Oh God, I'm trying so hard!"
And then he slammed in four times hard
and fast and held as he growled out something she couldn't understand as he
came inside of her. She was still insanely horny, and that meant she hadn't
orgasmed. It had been very close, though. And now she was just hanging,
literally, over the back of the sofa... and
so
damned horny.
"Good, Pet. Thank you. I feel
much better now. And lucky for you, you did manage to hold on. Up you go, and
then back on all fours... we're heading to the bedroom now."
He led her through the bedroom and
into the bathroom. She saw the enema bag on the sink, but she knew he'd do a
Fleet enema first, something quick to start the cleaning process so she could
take more water later.
Without speaking, without warning, she
felt the tip of what she was sure was a Fleet enema. He pushed it right into
her ass and emptied the contents into her. She groaned as she felt the fluid
going into her, but knew better than to complain. When he'd emptied the
container into her he pulled the tip from her rectum and said, "You know
how this works Pet, the longer you hold it the more it will clean out of you.
You will take the entire two quarts on your next enema, and then we'll work up
until you can take four quarts. I would advise you to hold the Fleet at least
five minutes, but how long you hold it is entirely up to you. Take whatever
position you need to take in order to help you hold it."
She fell to her side on the floor,
grateful for the permission. Later he would use a nozzle that would hold the
liquid inside of her, but for now she needed to use her own self control to
hold it. She gritted her teeth through the cramps. She knew this was part of
his "detox" weekend, to not just relieve her of the emotional stress,
but from the physical stress as well. He would empty her, literally. When he
was through with the enemas the water coming out of her would run clear, and
then she would nap again.
After Victoria had evacuated the fleet
enema she was required to spend five minutes walking and marching in place
without needing to go to the bathroom before she was ready for the next enema.
She spent about a minute walking in place before needing to go the first time,
but eventually she was ready for the next enema. She still had the bondage
mitts on, so of course he had to wipe her. She loved that he used the baby
wipes instead of toilet paper, her asshole was going to be sore enough when
this was over, toilet paper would have just made it worse. After she'd finally
managed five minutes walking in place and was sure the enema was gone she
crawled to him, staying in front of him for further instructions.
"Hands and knees on the bed,
please."
She crawled to the bed, and then
climbed onto it. He'd put the rubber sheets on and filled the enema bag while
she'd been holding her first enema. These sheets had tie off anchors in various
places to restrain her if he wished, but he wasn't restraining her yet. She
felt the already lubed nozzle go into her ass, felt him inflating the balloons
inside of her and outside of her, and knew she would hold this enema until he
was ready to let her release it.
"I'm going to let you start out
laying on your side for this one. The water is the temperature you prefer, but
I will warn you that there is a lot of soap and a touch of glycerine in this
first one. It's going to hurt, and you're going to hold it for fifteen minutes
once it is in."
Victoria
nodded her head and stretched out,
then rolled to her left side and bent her legs a little at the hips and knees.
"Here it comes, once we get it
started I'll restrain you."
Victoria
felt the water, but he'd gotten it at
a good temperature so it wasn't so bad. She knew that would change, but the
initial entrance was manageable. She watched Gordon walk around the bed and
reach for her left arm. He used the attachment on the bondage mitt to restrain
her to the bed, but he used the rope so she'd have some slack.
"I think that's good for now.
You'll have more later, but as long as you continue to cooperate, I'll keep
things relaxed."
And that was the rub with this... he
wouldn't stop this enema, she was going to take the entire two quarts whether
she thought she could or not, and she would hold it for fifteen minutes, whether
she thought she could or not. But then, after this one, he would expect her to
take four quarts. She could stop an enema at any time past the first two
quarts, and could insist that she must release at any time past the first two
quarts. But that would just mean she'd have to do it again. This would continue
until she took four quarts of clear water and held it for at least ten minutes.
If they had to do it five or six times until she could take all four quarts,
then that is what would happen. And after the third enema, he would start
requiring her to hold a certain position, or he would restrain her into a
certain position.
Aaaahhh, he'd gotten the temperature
right, but he hadn't been kidding about the glycerin and soap. Damn, this had
barely started and she was hurting already. She closed her eyes and tried to
breathe through the cramps and she felt his hand stroking her face. When they'd
first started playing around with power exchange she'd wondered about how he
could be the one to cause her pain and also be the one to soothe her through
it. She'd over-analyzed it for the longest time, but finally she'd just decided
that it worked, and she had stopped with the analysis. So, she let him soothe
her, let him help her deal with the pain. She knew he would allow her to ask
for a slow down a limited number of times, but it was way too early to ask for
that. She'd want it later, she shouldn't ask for it this soon... but... shit...
“Slower, please, Sir.”
He moved his hand to the valve and
said, “Already?” as he slowed the flow a little.
“Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, but it's really
hurting.”
“Okay Pet, how's that?”
She waited a second and felt the
pressure lessen a tad bit and said, “Not a lot better, but a little better,
thank you, Sir.”
“We need to get you clean. I can help
take your mind off of things if you'd like, but you won't be allowed an
orgasm.”
She didn't really know how to answer
that. She didn't want to be frustrated, but being horny did help with the pain
of the cramps. She thought about it a moment and finally said, “Whatever would
please you, Sir.”
“I would be pleased both ways. You
tell me which you want.”
“I don't suppose I could ask you to
help me out without frustrating me too much, Sir?”
He chuckled, “I'll take that into
consideration, but you are correct that I'll be the one to decide how
frustrated I want you, should you desire my help."
Apparently he decided it was time to
go back to the regular flow, and he adjusted the valve again. Or, maybe he just
wanted her to make up her mind in one direction over another.
"Please help me, Sir."
He smiled, "Of course, Pet."
He walked to the other side of the bed
and sat down behind her. She felt him lift her right leg and put her foot down,
with her knee pointing up. A good way for him to get access without having her
move around too much.
He started out with light touches to
her outer lips, then a little firmer. Before long she desperately wanted
something inside of her, but he kept teasing.
"Please, Sir."
"Please what?"
"Inside. Please. Something
inside, please Sir?"
She felt him slowly put one finger in,
then out, then in. But he did it so very slowly she thought she would lose her
mind. She couldn't move her hips much in the position she was in, but she
levered them forward and back as much as possible.
He kept at it, teasing, then giving
her what she wanted, then teasing again. She asked for the flow to slow two
more times, but having him play with her really did help pass the time. When
the cramps got bad he would talk her through some simple breathing exercises
and then would help get her mind off of the cramps by giving her pussy more
attention. Before she knew it she'd taken the entire two quarts and he removed
the enema bag, though he left the retention nozzle in place, of course.
He set the timer for fifteen minutes,
and then continued to play with her until a few minutes before the timer went
off. He spent the last couple of minutes massaging her tummy, and she hated
when he did that. He was gentle enough, but it moved things around even more,
and it was so humiliating to her for him to be able to feel of her bowels that
way. He owned her, he chose what happened to her body... and it was when he was
massaging her stomach while she held an enema that really brought it home. For
most people it would be relieving themselves of the enema, of being wiped
afterwards. But not for her.
* * * *
Two clear water enemas later she
hadn't been able to make it to four quarts. She was so tired, she almost sobbed
as she crawled her way back up onto the bed. He put the retention nozzle back
in and inflated it without saying anything. She stayed on hands and knees since
he didn't tell her she could move. She felt him putting the thigh bands on and
she almost moaned her distress, but she stayed silent. Complaining wouldn't
help matters at this point. She was within a half of a quart of taking the
whole thing last time, but it was just too much.
She felt him attaching her thigh bands
to the footboard with rope and then heard, "chest to the bed, ass in the
air, arms stretched out in front of you."
She did as instructed and he attached
her wrist cuffs to the attachments at the base of the headboard. He then ran a
strap over her upper back that was attached to the hooks in the floor under the
bed, and then tightened it down so she wouldn't be able to raise her back. She
couldn't go forward or backward, and couldn't raise up. Damn.