Just then the baby's cry came over the nursery room monitor.
Emma, acting on instinct, tried to rise from the bed, before realizing that she was still restrained, her arms secured to the headboard.
Anna said, "No need to worry Emma, I will take care of Monica, and you can wait here, I still have more for you to do."
Emma lay back, listening as she heard Anna enter the nursery, cooing to her baby, hearing Monica's cries change over to coos of joy, her mother chasing away all the terrors and confusion that babies have to deal with. Speaking of terror and confusion, Emma smiled, but not with humor. It was a grim smile, here she was, restrained and helpless, and Anna was going to keep her here all night and do..do...Emma didn't know what she would do with her. Her ass, still feeling the throbs of pain from her whipping, made her scared that she could do anything.
Breathe, she told herself, breathe. Stop freaking out, she's not gonna kill me...is she?? Oh god, stop it, stop it, get a hold of yourself. Close your eyes and breathe, breathe.
She could hear Anna singing a nursery rhyme to Monica, making sure her baby was as snug as a bug in a rug. She heard Anna leave the room, and a few moments later, Anna was standing in the doorway.
"There we go, now sweet Monica is ready to sleep, and you and I can return to the tasks at hand," Anna said.
The hardest part for Emma was Anna's expression. No smiles, it was either just that hard, flinty look, or that neutral look, that was the thing that was most disturbing to her.
"Do you have anything to say, Emma?"
Emma's pussy was almost crying out for relief, the warming gel had almost driven her out of her mind with that need to be filled up. However, she remembered Anna's warning all too well.
"I'm all yours Anna, do with me whatever you wish, I am yours, and at your command," Emma said softly.
Emma saw a corner of her mouth turn up in a half-smile, well, that's some progress, hopefully.
Anna went back to her drawer and took out something that Emma had missed. Emma got a glimpse of it, but couldn't figure out what it was. It was made of glass and had a stem that rose up from a glass base, with a flared globular-shaped head.
Anna unfastened the velcro, at last, Emma thought, as her arms were freed, but her relief was short-lived.
"On your belly Emma!" Anna ordered.
Oh god, what now, Emma thought, but she did as was commanded, she was in no position to refuse, and as she did so, she felt the cuffs being slipped around her wrists, and she was quickly strapped back in.
"Okay, now, up on your hands and knees."
As Emma did so, she suddenly felt a blindfold being slipped over her eyes, she let out a small yelp of surprise.
Anna leaned in, her voice stony, and said, softly, "Do you have something to say, Emma?"
Emma swallowed, and chose her words carefully as she said, "I was just momentarily startled by it, that's all, please carry on Anna."
"Very good Emma," Anna said, her voice softer, "Now, you will enjoy some more of my pleasure instruments. When you are blindfolded, it takes away all the visual cues that we respond to, I think you will find it interesting. And, now..."
Emma felt some cold lube being squirted right onto her asshole, and Anna's fingers sliding it around the tight rim. The feeling was almost beyond belief, Emma felt zings of crazy pleasure shooting around her. She felt Anna's fingers spreading the gel up her tight, virgin back door, and she suddenly got an all too clear idea of what that thing made of glass was for.
Anna lubed up the butt plug, and smiled, she was going to enjoy filling up Emma's tight ass. She applied the plug, and pushed, hard.
Emma grunted as she felt the intrusion, fortunately, both her ass hole passage and the plug had been well lubed, and although she felt some discomfort from the ass stretching, it wasn't unbearable, and Anna buried it to the base. Her asshole closed around the stem, keeping the globe-shaped head up inside her. She felt her wrists being freed again.
"Turn over Emma," Anna ordered.