The two straps were tight around her forearms, securing her to the padded surface. Similar straps were buckled around the upper swell of her calves, presenting her in a beautiful submissive posture. Cool air washed over her bare ass and the backs of her thighs. Pinned to the table, on her knees and elbows with her legs widely spread, the most private areas of her naked body were exposed and available. Tricia squirmed uneasily, feeling the unyielding metal grip of the handcuffs holding her wrists closely together. Unable to escape, she was posed flawlessly for her upcoming ordeal. Hearing the steady tick of the timer, she nervously blew a strand of hair from in front of her face, wishing she knew how many more precious minutes she had before the inevitable release occurred and her torment began.
The long thin plastic tube, lubricated and intrusive, continued to wordlessly violate her with its presence. Gritting her teeth, she felt the slightly rounded tip deep inside her and the larger flange between her tight, clenching rectal muscles. The anticipation was the worst part. Aware of her extreme vulnerability, she twisted again in frustration.
The unblinking eye of the video camera continued its relentless observation of her. Placed only a few feet in front of her face, she knew that her every expression and nuance would be faithfully recorded. She could expect no dignity or privacy; each humiliating second of her ordeal would be captured, available for later inspection. She glared at the camera, hating its ominous presence.
The heat between her thighs was indicative of her extreme arousal.
How can this get me so turned on,
she wanted to cry out. It was degrading, the way her body disclosed her true nature.
It's what I want,
she thought helplessly,
otherwise I wouldn't be here.
The hold he had over her was something she wouldn't have believed possible only a few months ago.
Tricia remembered picking up the phone at her desk only a few hours earlier, looking forward to the end of the day. The office was quiet, with no customers likely to arrive before five o'clock. Answering the phone, she heard the familiar silence on the other end. A tremble went through her body; she knew immediately who it was. Always giving her a few seconds to imagine what might be to come, he never spoke right away.
"Hello, my little pet," said the deep authoritative voice in her ear. "I've got an assignment for you tonight."
"What is it, Master?" she asked anxiously. Arousal and apprehension tickled in the pit of her belly, and she felt the familiar rush of warmth between her legs. He controlled her so absolutely!
When he told her what he wanted, a whirl of agitation went through her.
No, please don't make me do that!
Even the thought of the object he had described made her recoil inwardly.
Anything but that!
On the other hand, she knew that risking his displeasure was not really an option. Tricia was completely obedient to him. She would do it - she had no choice.
"So, I'll see you at seven?" he asked pleasantly.
"Yes, Master," she whispered hopelessly. The phone clicked as he hung up. Shuddering, she put her face in her hands.
Later in the drugstore, she stood beneath the buzzing fluorescent lights and surveyed the items on the sterile white shelves. There were really only two choices; both seemed equally uninviting, and both promised to be quite unpleasant. Nervously, she glanced up and down the aisle. Picking up one of the boxes, she examined the diagram of the rubber bottle, the antiseptic white tubes, the ominous attachments.
No, I can't do this!
As she read the clinical descriptions on the back of the packaging, her body quivered with trepidation.
She imagined the fluid sloshing in the bottle. The tiny valve in the tubing holding it back. The valve being opened, the bubbling noise as the liquid flowed through the tube. She realized she was breathing heavily.
This is utterly disgusting, how could this be turning me on? What have I become?
She thought about leaving the store.
This is a test,
she told herself,
he's deliberately pushing your limits.
Tricia wavered, standing in the aisle. She wanted so desperately to please him - giving him control over her body and mind had fulfilled her in a way she had never known with anyone else. The way she responded to his uncompromising domination was unbelievable.
He knows what I'm capable of more than I do.
Anxiously chewing on a fingernail, she stared at the pictures on the boxes in front of her.
Finally grabbing one of the bulky boxes, she strode resolutely toward the register.
I've got nothing to be ashamed of,
she reasoned.
People buy things like this all the time.
There was a small line, only three people in front of her. The single cashier, an ancient wrinkled crone, seemed to take forever to scan each piece of merchandise and put it in a bag. Shifting from one foot to the other, Tricia tried to appear unperturbed and confident. A tall, attractive man lined up behind her. He glanced at the box she was holding and she blushed.
Hurry up, you old bat!
At last, she made it to the counter. Fumbling in her purse, she didn't even hear the price. Quickly, she handed over her credit card, keeping her eyes down. The prickling wetness between her legs made her want to stamp her feet in frustration.
