When certain acts are described to me it is not the same. To be able to see such wonderful, and controlled events is truly a precious endowment.
I am here to keep Mark safe. I would never allow another being to tie up or even touch my lover without knowing everything I possibly could about them. We've entered into a privileged contract with Rena, trusting her completely, and slowly learning about her Art. We understand most of what she does, but her control is amazing. We are at her cabin so she can break Mark. I am here to attend to his needs as she does this, only to help when she allows me to. This is her gift to us, and mine in return is the permanent right for her to call on my body, when she chooses.
We called as we were leaving, so our host has plenty of time to prepare. The drive is several hours, and already I can see that Mark is nervous. He has not been able to sleep well for weeks, and that is why we are going in the first place. During a short time in the car, Mark drifts in and out of shallow sleep, his face never truly relaxing, he has been like this for too long. I called Rena to see if she had some spare time, and she told us to leave for her cabin that very same day. She understands how bad Mark can get.
Rena is waiting for us as we pull up to the front. She is wearing a loose silk shirt and tight blue-jeans. She is a gorgeous woman, her long dark hair pulled back and tied, to keep it out of her face. She makes no move to greet us yet, silently waiting for us to make the first step. I park and turn off the engine. Once Mark steps foot on her ground, he will be in her hands. This is now the time for him to speak up, if he is not ready for this visit. I can see he is weighing each option, and again looks up at Rena, before getting out of the car.
"Amy, Mark, welcome to my home," Rena says as she kisses each of us on the cheek. Turning to him she says, "You leave the world behind, you need no words here now, Mark."
Mark nods, acknowledging her request. He will not be permitted to speak again until she allows him to.
Rena gestures to the cabin. "Go eat and prepare yourself. I will be waiting in the room. Please take your time."
We enter the cabin using the side door, as we had be instructed the first time we came to visit. We are now accustomed to the routine that precedes meeting Rena again. Mark had insisted that I visit Rena on my own to learn and remember every instruction I was going to be given when Mark was here. I must cleanly and quickly act when told to do so, so that I don't break the mood with any clumsiness or awkward movements.
We enter the first room. A light meal of vegetables and sandwiches have been laid out for us, along with water and clear juices.
I know that I am able to eat now and later on during the next few days if needed, during our stay. Mark will not have that option, both for practical reasons, and to help him find his center.
Mark waits in the middle of the room for my instructions, now in Rena's house, he no longer chooses for himself. He must wait for permission to do anything, including relieve himself.
"Sit down on the chair," I tell him. Once he is, I pick the food he is to eat and the drinks he will consume. I place everything in front of him on the table, and then begin to feed him from my own hand. He expresses nothing, however I know he hates being treated in such a manner. Only here in this place will he be forced to do this.
Once I feel he has had plenty to eat and drink I clean my hands and then his. I kneel on the floor and remove his shoes and socks. "Get up," I demand. He stands and I loosen his belt and pull down his pants and underwear. I lift his feet to remove them. I stand, and gently pull up and remove his shirt and watch. I gather up his clothes and belongings and place them in a pile on the bench off to the side of the room. I take off my clothes, folding them neatly and place them beside his. I turn around and admire him, allowing my love for him to beat wildly in my heart. I love him more than anyone could ever imagine. "Are you ready?" I ask.
Mark nods once, in agreement. Now we truely begin his journey.
"Lay down there," I say and point to the large towels that were set out on the floor. Mark moves to the towels and lays down. After he is situated, I go to the bathroom and collect everything I need for his enema. I fill the bag with tepid water and carefully add the measured salts that have been arranged. I bring it back into the room and hook it on the stand. "Ready?" I ask.
Again Mark nods, and rolls over to his side, drawing up his knees. I add a little lubricant to my finger and gently rub it over his anus. Greasing the nozzle, I insert it gently into him and slowly release the valve. I caress his hip to reassure him. He exhales as the water starts to run into him. I watch his face for any discomfort because that is not the point of this exercise. Due to the size of the bag, cramping is expected. After a few minutes I can see his mouth starting to tighten. "Cramp?" I ask.
Mark nods. I slow the flow of water a little and rub his stomach gently in wide soothing circles, watching him, and seeing the tightness ease. "Good Mark. Almost there."
Once the bag empties, I slowly withdraw the nozzle. Mark clamps down to hold the water in. I rub his stomach for a few moments before giving him my hand. "Okay, get up." I help ease him up carefully, and help him into the bathroom where he relieves himself. I wipe him off and make him stand and then hold his penis while he urinates.
I point to the shower stool and he sits down. I turn on the water and rinse him off, then carefully soap up and scrub every inch of him. The soap's herbal mixture smells slightly odd, but is great for cleaning and used to soothe.
I rinse Mark again, and then wet his hair, shampooing it and rinsing it well. I clip and clean under his nails, and then wipe out his ears. I wrap him on a nice big towel and make him wait on a chair while I shower myself. I wash just as thoroughly, but slightly faster. I dry myself and then him. The bathroom is kept warm and there is never a chill in the air. For the rest of our visit here, we will both be naked.
I brush his hair and apply a fine oil to his skin. His eyes follow me, he trusts me, if he did not we could not do this. Our visit to this place is not about sex, although it does have it's erotic aspects. The visit is about regaining himself, the sexual relief is nowhere near enough for that.
I guide Mark into the next room and make him bend over the bed. I pick up a small bottle of lubricant and apply it to my fingers. I work it into him and rub the small of his back to reassure him. I pick up the plug Rena has chosen and grease the tip and sides. This time she has chosen a thicker one, and Mark hisses as I ease it into him.
I tell him to stand, and I kiss his cheek. "Are you okay?" I ask gently.
This is absolutely his last chance to change his mind. His fear and apprehension is greatest at this time. I can see he is fighting his fears by the way his jaw is set. I wait until he nods once again, and I take his hand. I lead him through a different door, and into the room we will be spending most of our time.
The room is windowless, and lit by soft lights on the walls. The floors are polished wood, easily cleaned of blood and other fluids. Everything is well made and expensive, but Rena only keeps the best. There are two comfortable leather chairs set aside from the main equipment, where only she and I have the option of sitting.
Rena is sitting in one of the chairs, waiting as she had said she would. She is now dressed in black clothes, plain looking, easily cleaned, and very comfortable. She stands and walks to greet us as we walk through the doorway.
"He is prepared," I say and step back.
Rena holds out a collar to Mark's Lips and he gently kisses it before she buckles it around his neck. The black color greatly contrasting his light skin. She then holds out leather manacles and he holds out his wrists, waiting to be bound.
Once she has secured the leather, she steps back and Mark gracefully kneels and kisses her shoe. Rena guides him back up and kisses him on the cheek before taking him to the frame.
There is a chain hanging from a pulley at the top of the frame. It attaches to the wrist manacles to haul Mark's arms over his head until his chest is taught. There is no means for his to escape, no safety releases and no safe words to be used. He cannot get free unless released by one of us. The chain is pulled tight and locked. I spread his legs and attach his legs and ankles to the side poles. He is now completely vulnerable and open to whatever Rena decides to do to him. Once he is secured I step back.
Rena nods approvingly at me and steps forward, she now has a gag in her hand. He had asked her to use the gag during the phone call before driving here. At that point I began to understand how bad things had gotten.
"Open," Rena said and slides the dildo gag into his mouth. The gag is a sign that Mark needs more from Rena than usual, and that this session will be more intense for all of us.
Rena fastens the gag straps and stands back to admire Mark's naked body. She runs her fingertips down his chest and across his hips. She runs them across his nipples and holds her hand out to me. I place the nipples clams in her hand, and step back.
Rena teases the nipple, then pinches the aureole before suddenly attaching the clamp. Mark whimpers and bites down harder on the gag. The second clamp is attached with no reaction. Rena tugs on the clamps with her fingers and this makes him buck and grimace, but he stays silent.