Submission in Seattle

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Monica clung to Cole's arm as they drove home. Once in the bedroom, they undressed quickly, leaving their party clothes in heaps on the carpeted floor. They slid under the warm covers and held each other for a while to replace the winter chill with sensual body heat. Cole was planting delicate kisses down her lovely spine, when she decided it was time to speak up.

"Master, I know what I need now."

"I think I do too, Little One. Are you thinking the same thing I am?"

"Yes, Sir. I desperately need to be spanked and fucked in the ass." Simply saying the words gave her a powerful erotic thrill.

"That's almost exactly what I had in mind. There's just one other thing you need -- an enema."

"Master, I've never had one of those before," she whined in a little girl voice.

He responded in his deep, dominant tone, "Well, you've never been fucked in the ass before, have you? There's a first time for everything. Come with me into the bathroom."

Cole placed a thick towel on the floor of the bathtub. Monica was now naked and he ordered her to kneel on the towel, then bend over with her bottom held high. She held that position for what seemed like hours while he pulled various items from the cabinets and assembled an enema apparatus. Looking over toward the sink, she watched as he added a bit of mild soap to enhance the cleansing effect.

She was trembling and breathing in fast, shallow little breaths as he approached her with the swollen red rubber bag. She seemed to be frozen in the undignified position, on all fours with her ass in the air for her Master to control.

"Spread those gorgeous legs for me, slut girl. You know you need this."

He placed a small dollop of cool lubricant gel on the pretty rosebud of her anus and slowly worked it in with one finger. When her opening had relaxed enough to easily admit the finger, he reached for the white enema nozzle on the end of the long rubber tube. The nozzle slid smoothly inside her to the full extent of its four inch length. He held the bag above her beautiful hips and released the valve on the rubber tube.

Monica groaned as she experienced the strange sensation of being filled with warm water. After she had taken a bit over a quart of liquid, he shut the valve and slowly removed the nozzle.

"Hold your water now, Little One. Let me know if you have a problem."

She held her position for another five minutes, clenching her bottom cheeks frantically before the urge to expel the water became unbearable. "Master, I have to go NOW!" He allowed her to sit on the toilet, but she was quite humiliated when he simply stood there and watched. For a moment she wasn't sure if she would be able to release the mounting pressure, but eventually nature took its course with a loud, embarrassing noise.

She was even more humiliated when he ordered her back into the bathtub for a second enema. This time, while she crouched on all fours with her belly full of warm water, he fondled her breasts and clit until she begged for his permission to leap onto the toilet.

Leaving her to sit there for a minute, he turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. She joined him soon and he supervised her soaping and rinsing until he was satisfied that she was as clean as a princess. Then he ordered her to kneel and wash his hardening phallus. After a thorough rinse, she tested her ability to take him deep into her throat, thinking all the while of the special place that the rigid organ would be invading soon.

Monica stepped out of the tub first to towel her thoroughly dampened long hair and twist it into a compact shape that would not interfere with her duties. When her master stepped out of the shower to join her, she had his large towel ready.

Moving to the large bed, she was placed face down while he secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed frame using ropes with soft leather cuffs for safety. By the time he finished stroking her smoothly shaved genitals, she was pulling hard at the bonds that held her captive. He massaged her back and the large muscles in her buttocks for several minutes, then returned to her quivering nether lips and inserted two fingers inside her slippery wet vagina. When he sensed her orgasm building, he withdrew the tantalizing fingers and began to spank her firmly muscled buttocks.

It certainly wasn't the hardest spanking he'd ever given her, but it might have been the most sensual. He spanked in a slow rhythm, making sure to cover her every square inch of spankable surface. There was just enough light in the room for him to watch the progress of the light red blush across her soft, warm skin.

She could have taken a lot more, but he decided it was time to move on. Straddling her glowing hips, he reached forward to massage her back. His erect organ slid back and forth in the crevice of her perfect ass and seemed to soak up the heat from the spanking. He wanted her to be relaxed, so he pressed his fingers into the strong muscles above her shoulder blades and worked out the tension. As he ran his fingers along the muscles he could feel a slight crackling sensation that told him she had been lifting weights.

When she was completely limp and pliable, he turned his attention to her sensitive anal bud.

Using a large quantity of the jelly-like lubricant, he gradually worked first one finger, then two into her tight rear orifice. The spanking and massage had paid off nicely. Her sphincter was relaxing easily and Monica was feeling more submissive than she could ever remember. Giving up control of her most private and delicate opening created a tangible aura of submission of such great depth that she knew she would do anything for her beloved master.

"Relax now, Little One," he said as he stroked his rampant manhood with more of the slippery gel.

"It will probably hurt some at first, but I want you to relax and keep breathing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'm so desperate to please you now. I'm ready for you to take my virginity," she pleaded. "I feel guilty for receiving so much pleasure without giving!"

Positioning himself between her widespread legs, he placed his bare, well lubricated shaft at her inexperienced entrance. Pushing gently, he felt the head of his cock slip rather easily past her sphincter. "How are you doing, Little One?"

"I'm fine, Master. It hurts, but it feels good too. I can't describe it. Please use me, Master!"

With that, he began thrusting slowly inside the clean, lubricated passage. He knew that some women enjoyed having their G-spot stimulated through the rectum, so he made sure the large head of his organ pressed firmly against the likely pleasure area. As he felt the warmth and pressure inside her, he could also feel the special emotional satisfaction that he got from dominating a worthy partner.

The strong muscles in Monica's arms and legs began to contract involuntarily as she strained against the leather cuffs. Cole could feel an orgasm building up in his tight testicles. The slight burning sensation was working its way up the urethra inside his rock hard cock. He wanted to hold back a little longer, but Monica suddenly started screaming and bucking as her own orgasm began. The contractions of her sphincter seemed to suck his organ deeper into her body just as the pre-orgasmic sensation reached the end of his shaft.

Cole's world exploded in a blinding flash of light and uncontrollable thrusting of his hips. The relentless stimulation combined with his dominant mindset caused the orgasm to go on forever.

When he opened his eyes, he was still on top of his beloved Monica and they were still joined by his slowly softening penis. He slid out of her and reached for the towel. Monica seemed to be sleeping, so he released her from the restraints and rolled her into a side by side cuddling position. He gently stroked her smooth skin and rearranged the beautiful profusion of wavy brown hair. He noted that she was breathing deeply before he fell asleep beside her.

The End of Submission in Seattle