There was running water in the background.
Hannah knew more than anyone that this was never a good a sign about where the day was headed. Which doesn't stop her from stripping, eyes still closed. Master didn't expect her to wake up when he began to prep for a scene this early, but it was always nice to surprise him. To be ready by the time he came out from the bathroom.
With that in mind, Hannah rolled over, dragging her pillow so that she could snuggle into it. Better to wake up slowly than to the shock of a hand on her ass or a finger probing her.
To her disappointment, Master didn't comment on her nude state when he came in. Dragged her hips up without saying a word, pulling her to her knees. Hannah shivered when the lube drizzled against her hole, clenching even as Master forced two fingers in. Stretched her without fanfare, uncaring for how it burned.
Rough.
Even for them.
The nozzle to the enema bag went in next and she swallowed, bracing. Let out a sigh of relief when warm water flooded her. Considering his treatment of her so far this morning, she wouldn't have been shocked if it'd been freezing or filled with castile soap. But the water was lovely instead, a soothing balm for any worries that had been mounting.
"It's time you start earning your keep." Master ran a hand down her back, a gentle touch to contradict the disdain in his voice. "What do you say, ready to be a whore?"
They'd been talking about this for weeks. Ever since the weekend session when he'd been too busy to deal with her personally. So he'd left her gagged and tied on the living room floor instead, vibrator in her cunt and porn on the laptop, tilted so that she'd be able to see the screen in full even with her cheek pressed into the carpet.
When Master had finally finished his work, he'd returned to her. Fucked her ass before bothering to untie her. That night, snug in their bed, Hannah had expressed an interest in one of the scenes she'd seen. A fucking machine penetrating a girl's throat.
Hannah was no sugar baby, but Master had enough money to throw around when he wanted to. Which meant she was surprised when he commented on just how expensive those machines were. How if she wanted one, she would have to work for it. But the longer he'd talked about her earning the machine, the more aroused she'd become.
But this morning? With her stomach gurgling and her Master stroking her back? It was the first time that the idea had become real.
"I know you're only half awake, but that wasn't a rhetorical question," Master chided, bringing his hand down against her left ass cheek. Gave her half a second's reprieve before giving the right one a similar treatment. "I've decided to start you out easy. You won't even need to spread your pretty little legs. Just keep that mouth and throat open."
Blowjobs. Hannah could handle that. Rather liked them usually. "Yes Sir, I'm ready for you to whore me out."
The water stopped flowing sooner than expected and Hannah frowned into the pillow. There was no way that it had even been two quarts. Maybe Master thought she was clean enough from their session yesterday?
Efficient hands removed the nozzle and Hannah knew without instructions to clench down. Letting the water go before she was allowed was bad enough, letting it leak onto the bed? That was grounds for severe punishment.
"I'm going to leave you now," Master's voice was cool. Indifferent. "You're going to hold that until I come back."
Considering the low volume it wasn't that bad. Her stomach barely cramped around the intrusion and the occasional wiggle of her hips was mostly enough to soothe them back down to a reasonable level.
The waiting on the other hand? Hannah hated waiting. Especially like this. The clock was on the other side of the room, and even if she did turn her head, Hannah had no doubt that it was facing the opposite direction. It was something that Master did often when starting their sessions like this. After all, he had no need for a mouthy brat that might complain it'd been twenty minutes when he'd only said it would be fifteen.
Waiting gave her time to overthink. At least Master had been kind enough to let her know it'd be just her mouth today. But that didn't mean it always would be. He'd floated the idea of renting her out as a maid for his friends. Of course, that could only happen once she'd earned enough money to purchase a maid's costume.
From now on, Hannah would have to earn all of the sexual toys or outfits that they might buy. And not with her actual job, either.
"Look at you," Master mocked when he returned. "Already wet. Too bad your cunt won't be getting any relief today. I thought about getting you set up with a vibrator- but decided it would take away from the message that this isn't about your pleasure."
Despite his words, Master slid two fingers into her slit, curling up and away from her clit, seemingly more interested in seeing how the water felt from inside. "You're going to finish getting ready for me, whore. Once you've showered and taken care of yourself, feel free to join me in the kitchen for a light breakfast."
With that, Master removed his fingers so that he could step away.
Hannah waited for him to leave before getting up, knew him well enough to guess that there would be more. Master didn't disappoint, pausing just before the door to call over his shoulder, "Don't worry too much about what you're going to wear, it's just going to be taken off when we get there anyway."
There were times when Hannah fussed over her outfits despite his dismissal. Picking out the right pair of towering heels, fingers playing with the edges of different skirts and dresses as she decided how short to go.
Today? Today Hannah did no such thing.
Relieved herself before stepping into the shower.
Made quick work of washing her skin and hair, aware that if she took too long Master would see it as a sign of resistance.
The only thing she didn't rush through was shaving. Master would understand, after all, he was the one who liked her mostly hairless. Hannah washed the shaving cream from her arms and legs before returning to the toilet. During her shower the little bit of water that had been left inside of her had finally worked its way down and she felt safe in the knowledge that she was clean.
Next came the lotion, worked into her skin so that it would stay smooth for her Master. Master liked nice things, liked how silky soft she could be and Hannah strived to be that for him. Threw her hair up into a messy bun when she was done before stepping into the walk-in closet.
The left wall held Master's clothes, which, when allowed, Hannah liked to lay out for him. But today she'd been denied the pleasure so instead she focused on what she'd been sent in there to do. To her right was the section that she spent the most time in. Leather and latex hung just as neat as could be next to nurses outfits and any piece of clothing she had that could be made slutty.
But Master had said not to worry about how she looked, so Hannah wouldn't. Pulled open the drawers at the back of the closet instead, pulling out a pair of loose gym shorts and a tank top. There was no point in grabbing underwear, and it'd been months since she'd last been embarrassed about the way her nipples showed through thin tops.
Socks and a pair of converses later and she might as well have been on her way to the gym, but true to his word, Master didn't complain when she came into the kitchen. Just motioned for her to take her place at the table.
No chair meant kneeling, but Hannah didn't mind in the slightest. Kneeling meant being hand fed after all. Much better than feeding herself seated at the table or worse, being pointed toward a bowl on the floor.
In between feeding her bites of oatmeal, Master filled her in on some of the details for her day. "Once we're in the car, I'm going to blindfold you. We're going somewhere new, but Mark vetted the place, so no worries."
It was probably Charlie who'd talked to him about it, but Master knew well enough that Hannah preferred to hear another submissive's opinion. Especially Mark's. They were close enough in taste and limits that she felt safe blindly trusting a recommendation from him without getting more details.
"After I've gotten you prepared, I'll remove the blindfold. I thought about leaving it on, but I think being able to see what's happening will remind you of your place." Casual. Hannah hummed her appreciation, not willing to speak and earn herself a punishment so soon. "I won't be in the room the whole time. I'll most likely be in the main play area fucking a more deserving slut. But the DM knows your signals. He'll come get me if need be."
DM. So at least they were going to a decent place, not a seedy dive bar or adult store with a movie theater in the back.
How nice of a place Hannah couldn't have predicted. After what felt like an hour-long trip, he finally led her inside some sort of building. Walked her through the place with little more than a hand on her wrist. No need for a collar or leash, Hannah could be good. Could be trusted to follow even without her sight.
Off came her shirt and shorts, Hannah's ears straining to hear the zipper as Master opened their play bag to put them inside.
Firm hands pushed her to the cool floor, and Hannah did her best to stay quiet. To not protest at the force with which her knees hit. They'd ache later, but Master had already been so kind.
A spreader bar forced her knees apart, further than shoulders width. For the moment it was fine, but Hannah knew later that her thighs would protest. Would throb tomorrow most likely, a reminder of what she'd done. Cuffs were locked into place, a chain holding them behind her back. Hannah's brow furrowed as it was used to hike her wrists up, until they were just below her shoulder blades. From there they were attached to something, removing any hope she'd had of being able to control how close her ass was to the floor.
"I'm going to clamp your nipples now," Master informed her, rolling the tender bud on her left tit with his calloused fingers. "If you scream I'll attach one to your clit as well. Might even run a chain from there to your wrists."
Hannah dug her teeth into her bottom lip to contain even her whines when Master finally put the clamp in place. It hurt, but not as much as one on her clit would. Definitely not as much as one on her clit would if it pulled every time she so much as wiggled. Better to be on her best behavior as Master attached the second one.
