Michael knocked quietly on Karen's back door exactly at eight. He'd been late once. Only once. And even now he wasn't certain which had stung more, the spanking she had given him right there on the steps, or the shame of the fast handjob she had given him inside his pants before sending him away for two full weeks without any contact. After that he was never late.
Almost immediately, he saw the lights inside the patio door brighten her family room. The sliding door opened six inches, stopped there by a safety bar.
"Clothes," she said in a flat direct tone.
Obediently, Michael stripped. He passed each article through the gap and watched as Karen placed them inside an old army barrack box beside the opposite door post. He knew that once she was done, the box would be locked, and a chain would secure it to a heavy ring screwed into the wall. When he passed his pants to the waiting women she checked to make sure both wallet and car keys were in the pockets. He wasn't going anywhere until she was done with him.
Naked, Michael watched the lock click shut. Only then was the safety bar was released and the door slid further open.
"Get inside slut," she growled softly.
"Yes ma'am," Michael replied quietly as he stepped over the threshold.
Moving well into the room away from the door, he immediately he sank to his knees, and placed his hands behind the small of his back. Karen slid the door closed and walked around the naked man. She moved to stand in front of him and inspected his submissive form.
"I've been waiting for you," she said, "I'm hungry and you're my dessert tonight."
Michael remained silent, he'd learned to wait until a question was asked before he spoke. It was one of the first lessons Karen taught him on these late visits, but one he took care to remember. He looked up and met her gaze, she liked her subs with a bit of defiance in their own eyes, obedience was required, but an underlying strength was also desired of them.
Karen wore a well-used set of medical scrubs. Originally blue, but now faded from many washings, the legs had been cut off at the knees of the loose pants. The shirt was similarly abused, the sleeves torn away and the front ripped downwards at the centre to expose her deep cleavage. Michael could see the way her large soft breasts swung under the thin fabric, her nipples, already hard with anticipation, clearly evident.
Smiling slyly, Karen stepped forward. Carefully, she buckled a soft leather collar around Michael's neck. Obediently, following long practice, Michael raised his arms to watch her buckle a leather manacle around each wrist. She then dropped two more on the floor in front of him.
"Put those on and follow me."
Michael sat quickly to buckle the last two manacles around his ankles, then he rose and followed Karen to the stairs. She led him up to the big en-suite bathroom she had recently renovated. Tiled from floor to ceiling, the entire room resembled a spacious shower stall, and could actually be used as such if she desired to swing the shower extension around freely.
As she stepped into the bright white room, Karen hooked a finger through the collar ring and drew Michael forward. Positioning him in front of the wide vanity, with the one sink well to his side, she pulled his head downwards until he rested his forearms on the counter atop a thick towel waiting there for that purpose. Working quickly, Karen separated his feet and positioned him just where she wanted him.
"It time to clean out out my little slut," she said cheerily.
Michael gasped as Karen's lubricated thumb slid into his unprepared ass. Even before he started to adjust to the intrusion it disappeared, only to be replaced by a plug of some sort. He didn't have to wonder long what the new intruder was when he heard the soft sounds of an inflation bulb. He felt the inner bulb swelling against his prostate just inside the sphincter as the expanding ring sealed the plug in his ass. The next sound he heard was a simple rush of fluid.
The first enema was two litres of warm soapy water. As it began to drain into his body Karen reminded him not to move and she left the room, flicking the light off as she exited to leave him in darkness to ponder how much she was giving him and how long he would be holding it.
She was back in only ten minutes, and quickly took him through sealing off the plug, and then letting him release the water as she stood in the doorway and smiled at his embarrassment.
"Again," she said.
This time she made him wait twenty minutes. Twenty long minutes bent over with three litres of warm soapy water filling his intestines. The cramps were starting to become painful when his kinky nurse returned and let him evacuate the liquid from his guts. He was hoping that was all, but it was not to be.
"Again," Karen announced.
This time she used only a litre of fluid, warm olive oil filled Michael's bottom. Karen watched it all drain into his ass, remaining beside him and shutting off the feed tube when it was done. With a few squeezes she ensured that the plug and the enema would remain secure inside his ass. Then she turned and without a word, left her slut bent over in the dark to wait once again.
Waiting was easier with such a small volume of fluid. That and the stimulation of the plug was enough to turn Michael's mind to kinkier thoughts. As he pondered what Karen might have in mind for his thoroughly cleaned ass, his cock grew and started to drip slowly.
The light came on as Michael slipped deeper into his fantasy contemplation. A sharp crack of a firm hand on one ass cheek brought him out of his reverie.
"You are suck a fucking slut," Karen said, "You can't wait ten minutes with a plug in your ass without getting so horny you start to drip everywhere. Stand up!"
Michael stood up and Karen could see the state of his arousal. His hard cock stood proud from his body and another long thin droplet of precum was ready to fall from its tip.
Sighing with her displeasure at his state, Karen guided Michael through the expelling of the last enema, then directed him to sit on the vanity counter where he had previously been bending over. Spreading his legs, Karen fastened a three-foot spreader bar between his ankle manacles. Once that was done, Karen pulled out the drawer directly in front of him. Leaning back as she grabbed his ankles, Michael braced his upper back against the wall as Karen raised the spreader bar to rest on the drawer, held in place by the raised edge of the front panel, which she had reinforced for the purpose.
Michael watched as Karen placed a stool in front of him and went to work with the prepared contents of the drawer. First, she brought out a razor and shaving cream. Michael's cock throbbed as she held it out of the way to run her razor over the already smooth skin of his balls and down towards his asshole.
He moaned softly as she wiped everything clean with a soft warm wet cloth. And then gasped as she dropped a cold wet cloth in its place. With dripping ice water, Karen reduced Michael's erection to softness.
With her plan in motion, she quickly unrolled a condom over his soft cock, and then assembled a rigid plastic chastity cage around his genitals before his erection could start to return.
"That's better," she said cheerily, "there will be no more messy dripping."
Lowering the spreader bar from the top of the open drawer, Karen lowered Michael's legs until he was again sitting on the edge of the counter. She reached down and unclipped the two ends of the bar.
"Follow," she said bluntly as she stood and, still carrying the spreader bar, walked out of the room.
Michael followed her into the big adjoining bedroom. Karen had designed it for play, with sturdy furniture designed to bind her submissive subjects in a variety of ways. Michael remembered the ways she had bound him to the heavy oak coffee table, and bit his lip softly as he looked at the bondage chair on one wall and the massage table positioned against the opposite of the room. He didn't linger, however, as Karen led him to the massive platform bed.
It was a four-poster bed, but so much more than that. Each post was a full 4 by 4 piece of lumber, highly varnished and adorned with a variety of rings and hooks for her devilish games. The headboard, if it could be called such, was a series of equally sturdy crossbars that stretched the width of the bed every foot or so from the mattress to the ceiling. Each crossbar was also generously adorned with rings for Karen's ropes and chains.
Karen directed Michael to lay down on his back in the centre of the bed. She drew a strap up from the base on each side to bind his hands straight outward from each shoulder. Then, she clipped the spreader bar back between his ankles.
As a final touch she clipped another rope to each end of the spreader bar. Standing on the bed, Michael watched as she moved over him and threaded the ropes through rings in the upper sides of the bed's ceiling level frame, then back down to hook into a chain beside the headboard.
"You'll like this part," she whispered to her bound sub.
With a push of a button, a soft whirring noise filled the room, almost too soft to hear. It was the humming of a small motor the drew the chain, and the connected ropes taut. Karen watched withn a smile as Michael realized this mechanical advantage would let Karen move and reposition him however she liked with a few ropes and pulleys.
Slowly his legs rose, kept spread wide by the bar. The roped pulled them up over his head, and with his shoulder tight to the mattress by his wrist bondage, Michael's ass was raised, spread and exposed for Karen's attention. She left him in that position, but wasn't finished preparing her slut.
Karen crawled onto the bed and moved close to Michael's ass. She looked down past his caged cock at his face and confirmed that he was still comfortable.
Then her strong hand slid along the crack of his ass. The ball of her thumb slowly massaged his tight hole and she smiled as she though of her next move. Then she raised a small bottle from her side up to where Michael could see it.
"I thought a bit of extra flavour would be nice," she said with an evil glint in her eye, "I've got some very nice olive oil here, and it's been nicely enriched with some hot pepper and ginger."
