The Claiming Of Aimee And Patricia Ch 04

Things are getting busier and I'm finding less time to write. I have many plans for the girls' next two weeks, hopefully I can get to writing it in the same time frame.

Remember, this is fiction, not a manual for RL.

Exploring the Dungeon

Chris awoke and the room was still dark. The girls hadn't moved, each one's head still resting on his shoulders. He slid his arms out from underneath them and moved down and exited the bed out the bottom. He stood between Pat's single bed and the king, stretching. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little, then went back in the bedroom and pulled a pair of sweatpants and T-Shirt from the duffel bag. He wanted to do some exploring downstairs before the girls woke up.

Chris headed back to the common room. He pushed on the right-side moulding, and the door popped open. He walked down the stairs, still hearing the smoke detector beeping, he'd have to fix that. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned all the lights up to full bright. He turned left and walked toward the basement under the north side. He'd had a quick look there yesterday to make sure it wasn't holding cells, it wasn't.

There was no door on this side, only an archway slightly larger than the door on the opposite side. Instead of 10 holding cells, this side contained three rooms on each side with no doors. Where the doors would have been, there were large openings about twice as wide as a doorway. He walked down and looked inside the rooms; each one had a different theme.

The first room on the left had a medieval style rack table. It looked authentic and menacing. There were heavy leather cuffs at both ends of the table and the bottom cuffs were attached to a ratcheting mechanism. On the walls hung all variety of floggers, straps, canes, paddles, gags, masks, etc. Each wall had many rings, attached at various heights, so subjects could be restrained in any position. Everything needed for a good scene.

The second room on the left was a different scene. It had a large spanking horse on the left side and a wedge horse on the right. Several ropes, attached to rings, dangled from the ceiling allowing subjects to be restrained from above. In the far-right corner was a smaller spanking bench in which the subject would have to stand, legs spread, bent at the waist, with hands tied down the front. The room was also well equipped with floggers, straps, etc.

The third and last room on the left, was the storage room filled to the brim with various bondage equipment. The walls and racks crammed with every sort of whip, lash, paddle, cane, cuffs, ties, rope, belts, etc. Chris had never seen this much equipment in one place.

Across the hall, on the right side, the last room had a half dozen clothing racks, and shelving on three walls. These were filled with play clothing of all kinds. Bondage vests, harnesses, leather skirts, shoes, hells, hats, etc. It was better equipped than many movie studios themed costumed rooms.

The second room had a St. Andrews Cross in the middle of the room, on a rotating platform. Like the other scene rooms, the walls were adorned with various BDSM accessories. St. Andrews Cross' are not very practical for training, half the subject was inaccessible. They were more of display feature, hence the platform rotating.

The first room on the right was everything suspension, and insertion. It was setup to with a couple of sex swings, spreader bars, and hooks. There were six pulleys attached to the ceiling. Ropes threaded through, which all terminated to either ratchets, or tie blocks on the walls. The wall here also had numerous impact instruments, suspension cuffs of various configuration, and at least a hundred different dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, strapons, anal and vaginal hooks, harnesses, etc. He'd never seen this many toys in one place, not even in the best stocked toy store he'd been in. He dubbed the room 'Toy Store.'

It was time to get back to the girls. Exploring the office had to be put off until later. Before he left the toy store Chris picked out a small enema bulb, and then returned upstairs.

Starting A New Day

When he entered the bedroom both Pat and Aimee were still in bed. He placed the enema bulb on the large dresser. This was a perfect time to throw them off balance again. "Stand... Stand... Stand!" he shouted.

He watched the two young women clambering almost uselessly, to get out of the king bed. He shouted again, "Stand... Stand NOW!" Finally, they were in stand position, one on each side of the bed. He pointed to the floor about 6 feet in front of him and said, "Stand here." Both girls moved quickly to stand where he had pointed.

"Not a good start to your first full day. You've already earned punishments and haven't been awake for two minutes. Pat, remove Aimee's cuffs and collar, put them on the bed."

Pat turned and started fumbling with Aimee's wrist cuffs. When she got the three sets of cuffs removed, she went behind Aimee and removed the collar, and placed all the items on the bed. As she walked back to wards him, he said, "Follow me." And walked into the master bathroom. They both followed, still shaken from the abrupt beginning to their day.

Once in the bathroom, he turned to them and said, "Listen carefully, this is how each day will normally start for you sluts. One, brush your teeth, two, each use the squat toilet, pee, poop, whatever, get it done. When you're finished, get into display with your asses pointed at the door. You have 15 minutes. Move!" And with that Chris left the bathroom and went to the kitchen.

The vanity had two basins, and they each took one. There were toothbrushes in the glasses by the sink, without questioning they each grabbed one and started brushing their teeth. Aimee was first to be done and went to squat over the toilet.

As Aimee squatted over the toilet her mind was racing, did he want them to poop in front of each other. Pat had walked over and stood behind her. Aimee had to go badly but fought it back. But it was no use, she had to go. With tears streaming down her face, she emptied her bowels and bladder, with Pat standing behind her. When she was done, she said, "Finished," and got up into a bent over display position, pulling her ass cheeks apart, waiting for Pat to clean her.

Pat had the wand ready and started rinsing Aimee clean. Once done with the back she said "Next," and Aimee stood up into stand position. Pat rinsed her from the front and made sure everything was washed down the squat toilet. Pat took a towel from the rack and dried Aimee from belly button to ass, and down to her feet. When Pat was finished, she didn't know what to say next, so she said "Done," hoping Aimee would understand.

When Aimee heard Pat say 'Done,' she slowly moved away from the toilet, and turned around, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. She didn't dare look at Pat after what she had just done in front of her. Then she heard Pat start to pee. She looked over and there was Pat, squatted over the toilet, completing her morning adulations. She moved around to stand behind Pat and got the wand ready. Aimee had never seen another person emptying their bowels, and yet here she was, inches away from Cousin Pat, watching her do just that.

When Pat stood up and bent over, it startled Aimee from her thoughts. Pat spread her cheeks wide, giving Aimee access to her pussy and ass. Aimee turned on the wand and started rinsing Pat clean. She took her time and watched as Pat's ass and pussy muscles contracted when she sprayed water on different parts. When she heard Pat say, without moving, "Aimee, we don't have time for this." It startled her back to the present.

"Next," Aimee squeaked out, to which Pat moved up into stand. An embarrassed Aimee moved in front of Pat and quickly finished her work. Once she had Pat dried off, she quickly moved over to the middle of the room, back to the door, and went into fours, then display.

While Pat was enjoying what Aimee was doing with the wand, she knew it wasn't permitted, never mind having time for it. Once Aimee had her dry and had moved away, Pat followed into display, and they waited.

Chris checked the refrigerator and pantry. He found what he was looking for, eggs, bacon, and sliced bread. He sat at the table and checked his phone for messages. Just a few that needed his immediate attention, the rest were fluff. He sent off a message to one of his former clients, Jessica, who he had previously trained as a switch. He wanted to know if she was available for a day or two next week. She could be valuable in the girls training, and fun to watch in action. He also messaged his housekeeper, letting her know he'd be away for a couple of weeks and that she should check the kitchen for perishables. He checked his watch, and it had been almost 15 minutes, so he headed back to the master bathroom.

When he entered the master bedroom, he grabbed the enema bulb off the dresser and continued to the master bathroom where he saw both girls in display, showing off their freshly cleaned asses.

"Stand sluts," he commanded, to which they both quickly rose into. "Aimee, stand over the squat toilet, Pat, get behind her."

"Aimee, hands on your ass cheeks, bend over slightly at the waist, and spread your ass cheeks. I want a clear view of your asshole," to which Aimee quickly complied.

"Pat, come here and pull Aimee's butt plug out," he said. As Pat started to pull, he said, "Gently as the widest part goes through her sphincter." It popped out gently and Chris said, "Take it to the sink and clean it with soap and water. Hurry -- then bring it back here.

Pat quickly washed the plug and brought it back to Chris. He looked at Aimee and said, "Open your mouth and hold on to your butt plug. Pat, put it in her mouth."

"Pat, come with me to the sink," he said walking over and turning on the faucet.

"Adjust the water until it's warm to the touch, but not hot," he said to Pat.

Once Pat had the water to where she thought it should be, she said, "Done Sir."

Chris checked the temperature, and it seemed a bit cool, but safe to use. He handed the enema bulb to Pat and asked, "Have you ever seen one of these?" to which she shook her head no.

"Words Pat. How soon you forget. Another punishment."

"Sorry Sir," she replied. "I've seen it in the drug store, but don't know what its for." She stammered.

"It's an enema bulb," he said. "It's used to clean out your ass. Makes fucking it cleaner. Do you understand?"

Pat, looking at the bulb, now understating it's use, replied, "Yes Sir."

"Unscrew the top, rinse it a couple of times and then fill it with the running water, and screw the top back on," he said to which Pat complied.

Pat stood there with the bulb in hand. It held around twelve to fourteen ounces of liquid. Not a large amount, but sufficient to rinse out an ass.

"Keep it upright and stand behind Aimee," he said. He took the bottle of lube from the counter and followed Pat. Once behind Aimee he opened the bottle of lube and said, "Stick out your index finger, keep it over the toilet." Pat stood behind Aimee, her index finger a few inches from Aimee's ass, while he squeezed lube onto her finger, the excess dripping into the squat toilet.

"Now rub that around the outside of her asshole," he said.

Pat rubbed as much of the lube as she could on Aimee's asshole, knowing what was to come.

"Now more lube on your finger," he said as he squeezed a few more drops onto her finger. "Now run your finger in and out of her ass a couple of times to lube it up."

Pat's hand started to shake a little. She'd never had any part of her, inside of another person, never mind her cousin. She moved her slightly shaking finger towards Aimee's asshole. She pushed it in a bit and felt resistance. She stopped moving.

"Come on Pat, keep it moving it in, to the knuckle," he said.

Pat pressed in harder, and felt the resistance give way. She now had her index finger buried to the knuckle, inside Aimee's ass. She could feel Aimee's muscles squeezing her finger.

"Now all the way out, and back in, three of four times, to lube it up," he said.

Pat complied, and while moving her finger in and out, felt her own pussy twitch, and start to get wet.

"Now take your finger out, lube up the pointy end of the bulb," he said. Pat spread some of the slimy lube from her finger onto the syringe end of the bulb. "Listen carefully slut," you're going to grasp the bulb in your palm, slide the syringe end into her ass, and give it a good squeeze, don't let go. Once you've squeezed all the water into her ass, pull it out, before letting go. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," she responded.

"Start now," he said. He watched as Pat did exactly as he had instructed. Aimee moved a bit as she felt the somewhat cool water enter her bowels. Once the bulb was out of Aimee's ass he said, "Aimee, down into squat,"

As Aimee moved down into squat, she knew what was required. This was so humiliating. She had difficulty this morning with Pat watching, now Mr. Decker was also watching.

"Now Aimee, you wait in that position until you hear the command 'release', understood?" he said.

"Yes Sir," she managed to squeak out, holding onto the water in her bowels.

"Pat, you will wait ten to twenty seconds, and then tell her to release. While she releases you will watch to see if the water coming out is clean or dirty. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," Pat said.

"You will repeat this at least three times. If it's not clean on the third one, you keep going until it is. Understood Pat?"

"Yes Sir," Pat said again.

"Aimee, when you hear 'release', you will let out all the water. Once done, get back into the display position. Understood."

As Aimee listened to Mr. Decker's instructions to Pat, she was mortified. How many times would she need to repeat this? "Yes Sir," she responded to his question.

"Go ahead now Pat," he said.

"Release," Pat said.

It took Aimee a few moments to start releasing, and she hesitated a few times until she was done. She then got back up into the modified display position.

"Now Pat, rinse her off using the wand, and wash everything down the toilet. Then refill the bulb and do it all over again. At least three times. It has to run clear twice in a row."

"Yes Mr. Decker," Pat responded.

Aimee's arousal was rising. She couldn't understand herself. Here she was, bent over, butt plug in her mouth, and Pat squirting water into her bum - why was this making her wet? Squatting down like a slut, releasing the water into the squat toilet. Doing it all over again and getting wetter each time. Then it dawned on her, she really was a slut. The more degrading or painful Mr. Decker made it, the more it aroused her. Aimee let that flow over her. She thought to herself, "I am a slut. Start enjoying it. Live inside the shame."

After the fourth time the water ran clear for a second time. Pat said, "Sir, she's clean now."

"Tell the slut 'Next,' and carry-on cleaning and drying her," he said.

Pat said, "Next," and Aimee stood into the stand position. Pat finished rinsing and then dried her, noticing a great deal of wetness from her younger cousin's pussy.

Chris walked to stand in front of Aimee and said, "Now slut Aimee, you will do the same for slut Pat. Do you have questions on what to do?"

"No Sir," Aimee mumbled almost unintelligibly through the plug in her mouth.

"Good girl Aimee," he said. "Now carry on, times wasting."

Chris stood back and watched as Pat squatted over the toilet, and Aimee prepared the enema bulb. Aimee got all the steps in the right order in and within 10 minutes both girls were in stand position with their butt plugs in their mouths.

Chris walked into the large shower and started the water running. He saw that the soap and shampoo dispensers were both full. He pointed down at the entrance of the shower and said, "Kneel." Chris pulled off his tee-shirt and jogging pants, stepped into the shower, adjusted the temperature a bit warmer, and quickly washed and rinsed his hair.

Both girls were on their knees, desperately trying not to look up at the naked Mr. Decker, washing his hair. They watched the suds run down the floor and into the drain.

"Pat, stand up and come here," he said. "Take the sponge and was my back."

Pat stood up quickly, walked into the shower and grabbed the wash sponge. She pumped some soap into it and started rubbing it over his back. She'd never washed another person and was at a loss what was expected of her. She scrubbed his back lightly side to side and knew she was finished when he turned around and said, "Now the front." She started at his neck and worked her way down his shoulders to his taunt belly, trying not to notice his erect cock. "Arms now," he said. She added more soap and scrubbed both arms. "Back out and kneel, Pat," he said. "Give the sponge to Aimee."

"Aimee," he said loudly to get attention. "Kneel here," pointing directly in front of himself.

Aimee shuffled over to him on her knees, not noticing the hard tile floor scratching her knees. All she could feel was the presence of the naked Mr. Decker, and his erect cock pointing directly at her.

"Wash both my legs, and feet," he said while looking down at her. After a few moments he said, "You can't do a good job on my legs if your eyes are on my cock, slut." Aimee quickly went to work on his legs, adding soap as required, and washed him from thigh to toes. When Aimee was done, she put her hands at her side, and looked down.

"Look at me Aimee," he said. When she looked up, he continued, "Put the sponge down, lather up some soap between your hands, and wash my ass, balls, and cock. One scratch or pinch and I'll discipline you right here. Understood?"

With the plug in her mouth, she did the best she could to answer, "Yes Sir," as he turned around.

Aimee felt herself starting to shake a bit. She'd never washed anyone before, and now she was going to wash the most intimate parts of this gorgeous man. She had her hands lathered up and starting at the top of his buttocks, worked her way down. As her hand slid down his crack, and she felt his butthole, her pussy started involuntary contractions. 'STOP' she shouted to herself. She continued cleaning him from behind, making sure she covered every inch from behind his sack, to the top of his crack.

As he turned, he said, "Good job slut, now the front, and be gentle."

Aimee got more soap lathered in her hands and gently caressed his sack, slowly moving his shaved balls around. She worked further forward and started to gently stroke his erect cock with her lathered hands. She knew she was getting carried away but couldn't stop herself from stroking his beautiful big cock.

"That's enough now slut," he said, turning and rinsing himself off. After a few moments of rinsing, he had all the soap washed off. "Put the sponge down and rinse off your hands," he said. When she was done, he said, "Hands behind your back slut. You did very well and I'm going to give you a reward."

Chris reached down and removed the plug from her mouth and placed it on the shower floor. "Suck," was all he had to say for Aimee to lean forward and impale her mouth and throat on his cock. It took Chris by surprise how fast she had taken it all the way in, her lips smashed against his groin as she tried to get it deeper. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and started moving her head back and forth in long strokes, fucking her face with the full length of his cock. The feeling was amazing.

Pat didn't dare look up, but she knew Aimee was getting to suck cock. She could feel some anger rising. Why couldn't he have chosen her to suck his cock or clean it for that matter. She felt hurt. She knew Aimee could take his cock all the way down, so he probably preferred Aimee's mouth to Pat's. She'd have to learn how to do that.