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.
Come on!
Finally, the machine spat out the receipt and she scrawled her name. Quickly grabbing the bag, her face burning, she almost ran towards the exit. She imagined the man behind her, watching her ass. He was probably wondering what the unmerciful plastic tube -- so prominently displayed on the box -- would look like protruding from her most intimate orifice.
Once in the car she scarcely dared to even look at the package beside her or imagine its contents. Her hands shaking, she drove erratically, swerving abruptly through traffic. A horn honked beside her and she pressed hard on the brake, barely avoiding a collision.
Get a hold of yourself, Tricia. Just calm down.
Taking several deep breaths, she gripped the wheel tightly.
Once outside of his house, she paused for a moment by the door. Glancing at her watch, she noticed that it was only six thirty.
At least I won't be punished for being late,
she thought ruefully, as she knocked softly.
After opening the door he silently regarded her for a moment. He was a large man, with broad, defined features and shaggy brown hair that tumbled down over his shoulders. His muscular arms were barely enclosed by a black T-shirt. He could be so quiet and still sometimes. Tricia had never met a more calm and confident person. A tremor coursed through her body and she quickly looked down. Just being in his presence turned her into such a submissive little slut! She knew that if he felt her, he would find her hot and ready.
My God, if the people at the office could see me now - they have no idea what I'm really like.
"Well, come in," he said, stepping to the side, a slight smile on his face. "Everything went all right at the store?"
"Yes, Master," she answered quietly, crossing in front of him. She felt very small and female. Setting the bag on the floor, she disrobed immediately. She was not permitted clothing while in his house.
Stepping close, he fastened the leather collar around her neck. The way he dominated her, enjoying her body and overpowering her resistance, excited her intensely. Just the feel of his hands on her skin made her quiver. With his strength he could easily subdue her. She thrilled at the thought of him pinning her down, holding her struggling form, using her for his pleasure.
He led her to the playroom in the back of the house. After strapping her to the padded table and turning on the camera, he removed her purchase from its box. "Have you ever had an enema before, pet?" he asked.
Unable to speak, she shook her head. The clinical smell of the red rubber bottle and the sight of its attached tubing filled her with dread. He left the room and she heard water running. Futilely, she pulled against the restraints, her insides churning with fear. The exposed skin on her back and legs tingled with apprehension.
He returned and hung the bottle on a small hook, slightly higher than her head. There was a menacing gurgle from the liquid inside. Moving behind her, he spread her ass cheeks with his strong hands and applied the cool lubricant, making her cringe inwardly. As he slid the long smooth nozzle attachment in, her ass muscles tightened involuntarily. Sweat broke out on her face as a jolt of adrenaline coursed through her.
"Now, just relax," he instructed, slapping her lightly on the round curve of her butt. She tried to release her tensed muscles, crying out softly as she felt the fiendish device probe even deeper inside her. Tears filled her eyes. It didn't hurt, but it was very intimidating, having such an object lodged so deeply into one of the most private areas of her body.
Feeling between her thighs, he noted her obvious excitement and arousal, and began teasing her with gentle stroking caresses. Her nipples stiffened and her nails dug into her palms as the pleasure surged through her. Even the slightest stimulation caused her to twitch uncontrollably. Pressing back against his hand, she begged wordlessly with her body. He laughed softly and slapped her leg affectionately.
"I'm attaching a timer to the valve," he explained, "it's set for twenty minutes. By that time, the water in the bag will have cooled enough. It will be warm, but not uncomfortable."
"Please, Master," she begged, her voice breaking.
