I arrived on Sunday at one o' clock sharp sharp. Annie was upstairs and didn't hear me at first over the sound of running bath water. I called upstairs, "I'm here Mistress."
She stomped downstairs quickly, a cross look on her face. She had tied her white hair back with a rubber band and was wearing a blue nylon tabard that extended almost to her knees. The sides were bare except for two straps at her waist that were around three inches wide. The straps were stitched onto the rear panel and fastened with a single press stud each to the front panel.
As far as I could tell she was naked underneath, making the outfit very distracting. I tried not to look as she moved but couldn't help it and my penis was quickly semi erect. Her feet, legs and arms were bare.
The real surprise was her face. She had on false eyelashes, heavy blue eye shadow and garishly bright red lipstick. Her cheeks were lavishly covered with blusher. Her fingernails and toenails were painted in the same red as her lipstick. The whole effect was completely over the top.
"Don't bloody raise your voice at me, I know what time you are supposed to be here so don't try to make me look stupid! If I'm not here when you come in, you fucking well wait for me! Get in position to be stripped!"
I faced her and lifted my arms. She pulled off my sweatshirt and T shirt as one, and as I turned and lifted my feet one by one she pulled off my shoes and socks. Turning to face her again, she unbuckled my trousers and pulled them down with my underpants. I stepped out of them and stood looking straight ahead, my legs shoulder width apart and my hands behind my head.
She was obviously agitated and seemed nervous, making her bad tempered. She grabbed my penis and balls in one hand and squeezed, snarling at me,
"Upstairs, follow me now!" she ordered. She turned and walked up the stairs, and I followed behind her upstairs and into the steam-filled bathroom.
She was running a full hot bath, steam wafting through the bathroom door and completely filling the bathroom itself. She turned the tap off and tested the water with her elbow, jumping back at the temperature. "It's hot but it will have to do. "
She stared at my partial erection as I stopped and stood. She spat on her hand and rubbed it along my shaft, completing the process and making me fully erect. She gripped my shaft, digging her nails in.
She laughed, nervously, still staring down at my penis, "At least I've only got him to deal with, for now anyway. You know he's getting local perverts to pay him to fuck your ass hole and get sucked off by you, don't you?"
I looked down and nodded. She continued, "He won't be wanting me to hold back on punishing you either. He wants you to be tortured harder and for much longer. Some of his ideas frighten me!"
She walked across the landing into her own bedroom, beckoning me to follow. On her dressing table was the exercise book from my first encounter, open at the list I had written, and a pen.
She pulled out the stool and spoke, "Sit down and write what I tell you!"
I sat at the dresser and picked up the pen. She continued, "On the list I want you to add two things. The first is stealing medicines. "
I wrote as she asked and she checked it. She spoke with her voice quivering, "Now add the second one, attempted murder!"
I wrote the statement as ordered. She checked it and nodded, lightly. "Now sign it again underneath the two new entries." I signed it and she checked it again before putting it in one of the dresser drawers.
From the same drawer, she took out the original page I had signed and placed it in front of me. "He wants a new one in light of what you did. You will write what I tell you then you will sign it and I will sign it as a witness."
I could see this as a psychological ploy by Eddie to show that he was in charge. It had little purpose except to remind us both that we were subservient to him. In the circumstances I felt powerless to resist.
She handed me a blank sheet of lined paper. She spoke, and I wrote upon it.
"I deserve to be punished for my crimes. I consent to submit my body to Mr. Eddie Hall for punishment as he sees fit. I will obey his every order."
She waited until I had finished before continuing, "I consent to my punishment being assisted by Mrs Annabelle Holder. In addition to my punishment, I will submit my body and provide sexual services to Mr Hall and anyone nominated by him in recompense for my crimes. I understand and agree that my punishment and sexual service are unlimited by time or scope."
She read my shaky writing then told me to sign it. I did and she added her own signature.
She took the signed sheet and placed it in the drawer, then took out another one and placed it down in front of me. It was in her own writing.
"Read this and sign it under my signature," she said. I read the written text.
"I am in unlimited debt to Mr. Eddie Hall. In recompense for this debt I will obey his every order and the specific rules given to me. I will submit my body and provide sexual services to Mr Hall and anyone nominated by him. I understand and agree that my sexual service is unlimited by time or scope."
I hesitated before signing. Annie spoke, "Yes he's told me that unless I watch my step he'll be selling my body as well."
When I had signed, she took the sheet, placed it the drawer and took out another. This one was in her writing again and had the title, "Rules to obey in service."
I read it.
"Rule 1: No underwear
Rule 2: No pubic hair
Rule 3: Naked unless otherwise agreed
Rule 4: Full make up unless otherwise agreed
Rule 5: Prepared for oral, anal and vaginal entry at all times
Rule 6: No speaking unless spoken to
Rule 7: Address all men as Sir
Rule 8: Obey all orders
Any failure to observe the rules will result in punishment"
She had signed it underneath. I signed it under her signature.
She put the sheet away in the drawer and ushered me towards the bathroom. "Come on, get moving. He won't be pleased if we're not ready."
In the bathroom, she closed the door. Hung behind the door was a red hot water bottle, the rubber bag type, hung on a hook with a tube attached to its neck. The tube had a bung in the end. The hot water bottle looked to be full as its sides bulged.
"Bend over and pull your buttocks apart!" she ordered. She rubbed some soap round the end of the tube, pulled out the bung, placing her thumb over the end, and inserted the tube it into my rectum, pushing it in several inches.
"Get your hand round and hold it in there. Don't you dare let it come out!" she snapped. Warm water flowed into my anal passage and up into my bowels. She squeezed the hot water bottle causing the flow to increase.
"You're getting a fast enema, clean your dirty ass out," she laughed. "If it doesn't work well this time I'll do it with some detergent next time!"
My stomach was distending with the flow of water, getting uncomfortable. I couldn't help groaning but she made no comment. I was feeling that I was about to burst when she stopped squeezing the bag. She took my hand away from the tube and held it herself.
"I'm going to take the tube out now and you are going to hold all that water or there'll be serious trouble. All of it!" She wiggled the tube out slowly. A small weep was inevitable but through straining I managed to hold the rest.
I was made to stand for five minutes, my stomach distended and my bowels uncomfortably full. My anal muscles ached with the strain of holding on to the volume of water inside me.
Annie busied herself doing things I couldn't see, returning after five minutes to me. "Toilet now and lose all that water!" she ordered. I walked as fast as I dared to the toilet and sat, expelling huge amounts of water from my bowels. It seemed it would never stop but eventually the ache subsided and the flow slowed to a trickle then nothing. Annie watched the whole episode not speaking. When done I wiped and flushed the toilet, drained and with my sphincter stinging from the huge flow I'd just passed.
"Do it quicker next time, now get in the bath you little bastard!"
