******A big thank you to all who read and commented on the last chapter.
A huge thank you to my editor, although I did have to type this chapter standing up...He just had to ask where the damn cane was. I did however get a good book from amazon on the art of making cane baskets...
This is the 6th chapter in Alannah's journey and I would recommend you read the entire series for the story to make sense.
This chapter contains anal play *********
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"Wakey wakey sleepyhead!" came the shout through the bedroom door rousing me from my sleepy state.
"Morning Silky, I'm awake." I mumbled back, rubbing my eyes trying to focus.
"Breakfast in ½ hour pet. You need any help this morning?" Her words full of humour, no doubt remembering my first morning's sharp refusal.
"Yes please Silky, I'm going to jump in the shower and I may need a hand washing my back." I laughed back.
"Oh don't I wish but Master would have a fit if we got caught twice in two days!! I will wait here for you and we can go down together."
"Thanks Silky love, I wont be long, well not as long as I would be if you were joining me!"
Smiling to myself I turned on the shower, stepping in I closed my eyes and let the hot jets of water cascade over my body. I reached for the shower gel, squirting a liberal amount on to a sponge and started to wash myself. As I rubbed up a lather, my hands became Silky's as they trailed across my shoulders, cupping my breasts and squeezing as the sponge glided over the smooth toned flesh. My nipples were rock hard little nubs as my fingers teased and twisted, low moans escaping my mouth. I opened my eyes suddenly, I had lost myself in my daydreams almost forgetting that after 9 months my orgasms were not my own once more.
I quickly finished my morning ablutions without distracting myself further and got dressed. I had more of a choice now since Master had taken me to collect my gear from my old home, and it brought with it the age old dilemma of just what to wear?! I settled on a pair of yoga pants and a gym top made from stretchy material that helped enhance my curves.
Silky was waiting for me outside my bedroom door again, rising from her kneeling position as I stepped out onto the landing. I followed her down to the kitchen, more sure of myself this morning as to where I was going, but the view from behind her was far more appealing than showing off my new found sense of direction.
As we entered the kitchen my eyes were distracted by a package sitting on the middle of the farmhouse table, looking out of place surrounded by the breakfast foods. A simple square shaped box wrapped in brown paper, with a stark white address label stuck to the top. Master sat in his usual position looking up from his morning paper, his eyes resting on the package then glancing up at me with a smile that sent chills dancing down my spine.
"Good Morning Alannah. I trust you slept well."
"Yes Master, I slept soundly thank you." My eyebrow raised slightly in question as I looked at the package, but from the teasing look in his eyes I was not going to get any answers just yet.
Silky stood to the side, watching silently. A light blush crossing her cheeks and a small smile playing on her lips. She obviously knew what was in the parcel, and this made me all the more curious. Whats that saying? Curiosity killed the cat, well I was about to use one of my nine lives.
"Sir, may I ask..."
"NO precious you may not, you may however sit your pretty ass down and eat breakfast." The emphasis on the word ass was clear to hear. I was unsure however if it was in response to the fact I had already had one spanking whilst situated on the table, not too far away from where the package now sat funnily enough, or whether it was to do with what was hidden inside the box that seemed to grow before my eyes. My imagination was running wild, all kinds of thoughts were flitting through my mind. "SIT DOWN! and get some breakfast NOW, little one." The stern tone of his voice snapped me out of my thoughts and had me pulling out a chair, sitting quickly.
Breakfast seemed to last forever, Silky sitting smiling into her cornflakes, Master smirking as he ate his buttered crumpets and I sat staring and picking at the array of cooked meats and pastries in front of me. My appetite had deserted me completely. I hate surprises, always have! Birthdays and Christmas were my idea of Hell; for weeks before Dietmar would be dropping hints and hiding things. I earned more than one punishment for going rooting in search of packages.
Finally just before I self combusted with the building curiosity, Master stood and took hold of the mystery box and passed it to me. Perversely now that I had it in my hands I didn't want to know what was inside, I was trembling as I looked round for someone to pass it to, rather like a childs game of pass the parcel, only this time I had no desire to be the one left holding it.
"Open it Alannah." The use of my name along with the single command struck deep in my submissive nature and I found myself tearing the paper away. Not an easy task when your fingers are shaking so much they rival a vibrator on full power. I ripped off the brown paper revealing a white box with no writing or even a picture on it, this was torture! I didn't have to look up to see the grin on Masters face, if the package hadn't looked like it had just come through the post, I would have been convinced he had set it up like one of those Russian dolls. A large container filled with little ones and nothing inside!!
"Keep going precious, there is something inside honest!" He chuckled.
"Yes Sir, I was beginning to wonder Sir." My voice shaking nearly as much as my hands.
I tore open the next box, any dexterity I had failing me when faced with the little stiff paper tabs. As the flimsy cardboard gave way the contents were revealed in all their glory. I gasped and almost dropped the box, my ass clenching as my eyes took in the picture. A set of anal plugs in varying sizes seemed to leap out of the image and dance in front of me. The only thing in their favour was they were black and not pink. I couldn't imagine any of them being able to fit inside me.
"It's Ok precious we will take it nice and slow. I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. Silky will take you and clean you up and then we will make a start getting that pretty little ass ready to accommodate something much more fun than those plastic toys."
"I had a shower this morning Sir, I am already clean." I replied somewhat indignantly, half sniffing to check I had indeed used deodorant.
"Ah yes precious I know, but I am sure you didn't clean the area I am about to delve into!"
Realisation dawned as a blaze of heat spread across my chest and up my neck, my cheeks burning. "Oh well Sir, No Sir. Sorry Sir, I..."
"Stop babbling little one, I know you are nervous but neither Silky or myself want to harm you in any way, quite the opposite in fact. Off you go with Silky and I will come find you in a little while."
I stood as Silky came to my side, her hand reaching for mine and giving it a quick squeeze before she led me to the basement door. My heart was in my mouth, the sound of my heart beat louder than my footsteps on the stone stairs. As we reached the bottom of the staircase, Silky swept me into her arms and kissed me softly.
"It will be fine pet, I am guessing you may even enjoy this!" Her hushed tones soothing and her kiss changed the chills running down my back to little jolts of electricity sparking their way through my veins.
I followed as she led me to the far area of the playroom, opening a door I had not seen before. I must have missed it on the guided tour, possibly because my mind was far too busy taking in all the wonderful equipment! My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I took in the sight in front of me. It was a wet room, tiled from floor to ceiling in small mosaic sized tiles in varying shades of blue. A bath was situated against one wall, a shower area opposite , a sink nestled in a corner and a partitioned area that I guessed hid a toilet. If it hadn't been for the restraint hooks screwed to the wall and a padded kneeling bench it would have looked like a normal bathroom.
I had dabbled in watersports with Dietmar and whilst they were not a limit of mine, they had not been a big part of our play. I glanced up a Silky who was watching my reactions with a small smile playing on her lips.
"Mistress loved this room. We had so much fun in here and I intend to make sure you do to! Master rarely uses it except for enema scenes." Her words were wistful, the look in her eyes one I recognised.
I had witnessed enemas being given in the past, the club we used to frequent in Germany had a room similar to this one and some of the sights I had witnessed there were high on my list of erotic moments.Watching and having it done to you are two totally separate things though! I knew enough to know there were two types, ones designed to clean and the other to punish. I had no doubts that this mornings experience would be for cleaning but this knowledge did little to alleviate the stark cold fear that was coursing through my veins.
I just stared at her, the words going through my mind, but not filtering to my mouth. Unusual for me, I usually speak without thinking not the other way round.
