Author: Farenheit457@aol.com
Christine came downstairs by way of the back staircase. She was instructed to report with just a pair of panties, and bra under her robe. Only this time she added a pair of white ankle socks. As soon as she entered the kitchen she noticed that all the shades had been pulled down and there was soft music filtering through the ceiling’s speakers. From where she was standing she could smell a slight trace of soap and hear running water. It was coming from the bathroom situated near the laundry room. She called out.
"Jack?"
"Go stand in front of the fireplace." He called back, his command firm. "I'll be out in a few moments."
As she moved across the room she noticed that there was an IV stand standing in front of the wing chair beside the hearth. Its cushion was covered with a small protective, pad. As she got closer she also noticed that on a low table beside the chair there lay a wooden paddle, along with a bottle of lubricating oil and several pairs of rubber gloves.
"Jack, what’s going to happen now?"
Jack entered the room dressed again in his all black Dom outfit. He was holding a bulging red enema bag high in the air with a long connecting tube. Attached to its end was a scary bullet size enema nozzle.
"What does it look like, babe?" He replied as he hung the purging devise on the IV pole.
"More backdoor play?"
"That’s right, sweetie."
"That nozzle looks like a torpedo."
He chuckled. "It does. Doesn't it? Does my slave have any objections?"
She glanced over towards the dinette set.
"No, but why can't I have it on the kitchen table?"
"With you leaning over this here chair, I can fondle your breasts from underneath." He gaped at her loveliness for a few moments and smiled at the black velvet ribbon she'd tied back her tresses with. "That color ribbon blends in prettily with your red hair, Christine."
"Thank you, Sire." she answered demurely lowering her eyes.
His eyes gravitated down towards her covered feet.
"What’s with the socks?" he asked.
"My feet were cold. I didn't think you'd object."
"It’s a good idea. I don't want you to get sick again." He grinned. "They look kind of cute on those delicate feet of yours."
"May I keep them on during….?"
"You certainly may."
They stared at one another for a few moments anticipating the carnal fun was about take place.
Jack finally spoke again gesturing towards the enema bag.
"How many of these did you end up giving yourself upstairs?"
"Seven."
"Whoa!"
"You've been feeding me too much food, Jack"
He chuckled. "Are you kidding? After seeing you half-starved last week I figure this has been the most nourishment you've had in a long time."
"Oh, Jack, really."
"Did you expel clear at the very end like I wanted?"
"I did. I always do."
"I mean absolutely clear?"
"Yes why?"
He was happy to hear that, for he had something differently planned at the end of this cleansing session.
"That’s good because I've got a little surprise for you."
Her heart thumping against her chest was relentless.
"What kind of surprise, Jack?"
"When are you going to ever going to realize, Christine, that it’s more fun to experience the unexpected?"
Dismissing what he said, she looked over at the enema bag and sniffed the bubbly solution.
"Why do I need more soap injected up my ass? There’s nothing left inside my stomach now, Jack!"
"Calm down, princess." He answered soothingly. "I didn't make it strong. It’s just enough suds for you to feel a little peristaltic action in around your anus." She pouted at his explanation. "That added sensation will make for a better climax, Christine." He waited for her to agree. When she didn't he added. "Baby, up until now, hasn't everything I've done to your body felt great?"
"Yes, but…..."
"There you go. That settles it. Now take off just your robe and wait over there by the bench for me like a good girl." While she docilely did what she was told, Jack stooped down on his sturdy haunches to put another log on the fire then stood up and walked over to the bench to sit down. "Come closer so I can undress you completely."
She came forward and stood in front of him. Jack’s eyes dropped to her covered breasts, their nipples sweetly tenting the sheer fabric of her brassiere. His eyes migrated down to her crotch.
"The last time I stripped you from top to bottom, was when you were delirious with fever." She stood between his sturdy thighs and let him carefully undress her like she had done her dolls so many years before.
Staring up at her again he reached around her back and undid her bra. Entranced by his dark eyes and the gentle touch of his hands she let him do whatever he wanted. He peeled off her underpants, tossing them aside, and then pulled her towards him making her bare hips slant against his powerful chest. Longingly, Christine’s back arched. Her head fell back. He pulled her forward and kissed her belly; her breasts then with the palms of his hands reached behind and kneaded her firm bottom. Looking up at her adoringly he spoke in a breathless whisper
"I can never get enough of you, Christine Marie Hunter."
Looking down at him, she gently placed her hands on either side of his manly face and pulled it against her cleavage.
"Nor I you, Jack."
"You can't imagine how happy I am to hear you say that, princess."
She lifted her face and looked over towards the kitchen’s back entrance.
"No one will come in will they?’
"Harry and his son are gone for a few days and I've reassured you many times that no one ever comes here without calling first."
"Do you think Harry and Mike know what we do in here?"
"No one knows what we're doing in here. Relax and try not to worry about such superfluous things."
She took in a needed breath then looked downward towards him.
"Yes, Master."
"Is my anal kitten ready for some sexy fun?"
"What if I was to say no?" She kidded.
He laughed knowing full well she was testing him again.
"I generally get what I want, princess."
Her head went back and she laughed before saying,
"And I usually get what I want too."
"That’s right you do." He answered squeezing her buttock muscles more.
She smiled down at him
"Do with me as you wish, Master."
Smiling, he patted on her backside and ordered her to stand by the chair.
He followed behind then went to stand beside her. Next he reached over and purposely stretched on a pair of gloves in front of her snapping them nosily around his writs. He knew that sight and sound always stirred her up. She swallowed hard when he deliberately lubed the enema nozzle in front of her with the oil. His voice was instructional but soothingly husky too.
"Lean over and take tight hold of the chair’s arms so Jack can do his magic inside that beautiful derriere of yours."
He was so charming and always said the sexiest words at the right time to get her juices flowing. She could never refuse his commands, never. Besides what he had reminded her of was true. Everything he had done to her body had been great! More than great! It was thrilling and unscrupulously licentious. She didn't mind. It had gotten to the point that she awoke every morning with a tingling between her legs, always wondering, fantasying and welcoming whatever it is that Jack was going to do to her next, and always wanting more.
"Yes, Sire." She answered as she bent over and slightly flexed her knees.
She had pulled her hair over one shoulder so she could see a little of what he was doing as she grabbed hold of the chair’s arms on either side. Then to her surprise he took out a blindfold and tied it around her head covering her eyes.
"I don't want your sense of sight to interfere with the physical feelings you're about to experience, Christine."
As soon as her eyes were covered, she felt him nudge her feet away from each other with the end of his foot. Next Jack’s powerful hands were pressing against her thighs spreading them further apart. This was followed by his sensuous fingers decadently working on her back end.
First she felt the oil. The greasy warmth felt heavenly against her opening. With his middle finger, he worked it gently up and down between her slit; repeatedly adding more oil with a slow circular movement from the same finger. She caught her breath as he lightly rotated it around the outer area of her cavity.
"How does that feel, Christine?" Over and over again he slowly massaged the surface of her asshole. "Does it make your pussy lips throb?"
"Oh yes!" she whimpered blissfully feeling that sweet pulsating between her legs. "It feels heavenly."
Jack had learned her body very well. He knew exactly what buttons to push to make her cum. With in a few minutes her vaginal opening began to give forth its pungent girlie odor.
"You're getting excited, princess. I can always smell it."
"May I touch myself, Master?"
Along with knowing her body he also had her well trained
"Yes, precious, you may."
Her fingers traveled down her belly towards her mound and she funneled her cunt in front of him. They came back out with thick cum.
He peeked over her shoulder.
"You're gooey aren't you, babe?"
"Yes very gooey, Master." She replied dreamingly.
He wanted to feel for himself her soft insides and eagerly planted the fingers of his other hand deep inside her cunt. They came out covered with that sweet smelling emission.
After a few more minutes of manipulating her anal gap, Jack huskily spoke.
"Is Christine ready for her enema?" he asked firmly as he removed his gloves to put on a clean pair.
"Yes, Sire". She panted noisily.
He looked between her thighs hungrily. More meat was exposed as he had asked her to shave herself a little more for this morning’s ritual.
Jack teased by sliding the big slippery nozzle up and down, back and forth over her vaginal lips and butt hole. He smiled wickedly when Christine’s soft whimpers became louder.
He wanted to hear her beg. It made him harder to hear her plead for a release.
"You want it bad. Don't you, sweetie?"
"Yes, oh yes, please, Master." She implored.
He knew she was ready; he gradually began to insert the nozzle up inside her behind.
She could feel the widening pressure against her rectal walls. At first her sphincter tightened up causing him to withdraw the tip of the nozzle.
"Oh come on now. " He said gently. "You can take the bigness of this syringe. I've been inserting large probes up inside your pretty fanny all week."
"I'm sorry."
"You want a shot to help you unwind a bit"
"No! No needles!"
"Then try to let go." For a second time he stuck a finger up her ass and massaged her gently inside for a couple of minutes. "That’s it, baby, relax." He could feel her anal muscles loosening up again. "That’s my good girl." He smiled as her submission made him even harder inside his pants. She was ready for the nozzle and slowly, an inch at a time; he eased it in past the inner hump of her opening He smiled again as the entire black plunger got finally sucked in whole, effortlessly, seating itself neatly up inside her anal canal.
"There you go, baby. You're all set?"
"Hurry, please hurry!" she cried.
"To quote the witch in the Wizard of Oz, doll…‘these things must be done delicately.’" He laughed quietly.
"Oh, Jack, please don't make jokes now." He didn't answer. He chuckled again making her angry. "You're cruel, Jack!" She whimpered softly.
"Nonsense," he cajoled, "we both know I'm not at all cruel."
Again he made her wait.
When Jack didn't move fast enough she began to squirm her fanny in his face.
"Hold still, sweetie. Here it comes."
She finally heard the clamp snap open and then felt the sublime warm flow rush up her rear-end making her hips and thighs twitch.
"Oh, oh," she moaned noisily.
"That’s it, princess" he cooed while stroking her lower back and then the outer surface of her thighs.
Jack looked down between his legs. Like always hearing her moan had brought on another stiff erection.
Within seconds she felt his left hand press against her bottom. He seemed to be holding the tube in place by cupping both the end of the syringe against her buttock crack while his other hand reached underneath to stroke her dangling bosom.
The warmness continued to feel good going in. Several times Jack’s hand left her breasts to reach up and squeeze the bag with his fingers causing the stream to rush into her more rapidly. The stepped up warmth soon radiated throughout her belly making her moan more.
"That’s it." he soothed as he lowered the bag. "Relax and breathe deeply."
After there was a certain amount of fluid inside her entrails Jack stopped the flow and picked up the wooden paddle to steadily spank her. With each whack she could feel the warm solution swish around inside her inners. The added friction from outside mingled with the heat up her rear felt incredible. He stopped the spanking to finger fuck her cunt. She heard the clamp open and then felt the warm fluid rushing in again making her feel even fuller. Without stopping the flow, he finger fucked her again and then spanked her second time. All this shameless activity was bringing her closer to that physical crest. It was coming. She was going to climax. He was right about the suds. She was feeling waves of involuntary muscle contractions in and around her sphincter at the same time her vaginal muscles were compressing. It was a magnificent feeling and different from her other orgasms. She lifted her chin and screamed out in enjoyment.
"My god, Jack!"
"Oh yes," he soothed. "Somebody definitely likes this."
Her flesh was shiny and wet from the perspiration oozing from every pore of her body.
Holding on tight to the arms of the chair she screeched again.
"Jesus, Jack!"
Jack stopped the flow again and waited a few seconds. She heard him unzip his pants then in seconds she felt his blown up penis enter her slowly from behind. While thrusting up inside of her he opened the clamp one final time causing her to climax along with him. By now, Christine could always tell when Jack reached his peak. A low, rumbling sound would come from deep inside his throat.
While trying to regain his breath and still planted inside her he waited for the enema bag to completely deflate and empty inside her. With that finished, he withdrew himself from her body and redid his pants. Then he removed the blindfold from around her eyes. Her sense of bloating was strong and so was the wanting to relieve herself. But she always knew that wouldn't occur until his authorization came.
"Feel full, baby?" He leaned over and from underneath gently ran his hand over her distended stomach. He didn't wait for her reply. "Yep, you certainly are. I filled you up good this time." He skimmed his hand over her tummy again then gently tapped it.
"Oh, Jack, don't.’ She pleaded whimpering.
He smiled for he was excited about what was to happen next.
"Need to use the bathroom, doll?"
"Yes please, Sire." She said breathlessly.
"I'll walk you there and then I'm coming in."
"No" she grunted noisily.
"I said I'm coming in." He took her firmly by the elbow and helped her stand up. With him directly behind her, they turned and walked a few more steps towards the bathroom then stopped. He leaned in and rested his face against the side of her moist cheek. "Christine I want you to follow my instructions once we're inside."
"Jack no!" she grunted.
"Do you trust me?" No answer came. He pressed the side of his face against hers again but harder. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, yes I trust you!"
"Good."
He held the embedded nozzle in place while he wheeled the IV pole behind her. They both walked cautiously towards the bathroom. Her bottom was still slightly pink from the mild spanking he had just given her making him smile. He kept on smiling as he focused his eyes on the lost enema nozzle that was deeply locked in between her rounded buns. His eyes traveled down to see her slender ankles trimmed with the white socks shuffling carefully onward. The entire sight of Christine’s dainty posterior from her feet up to her nude bottom was quite an irresistible and erotically appealing image.
"Am I leaking?" she groaned anxiously as she held her hand over her full belly.
He smiled impishly again. "No, baby, you're fine back here, just fine." He had injected more solution in her than usual and wanted to know. "Any cramps, babe?"
"No."
When they reached the commode Jack had her straddle the toilet backwards. With her in that mounted position, the nozzle was still deeply-seated up her rear end. He helped her lean over to hug the back of the receptacle. Not too close because he wanted easy access to her pussy.
"Jack, what are you doing?" she whined. "Please I want privacy."
"Trust me, baby." He positioned her fingers to curve under its porcelain ridge. "That’s it. Hold on and keep your legs wide open over the commode."
She felt pressure and wanted to release it.
"Jack," she gasped. "I need to expel!"
"Baby, you will", He huskily whispered, "in just a few moments."
Jack leaned over to retrieve something that appeared to be a small vibrating device. Suddenly Christine heard an oscillating sound. "What’s that?" She asked excitedly.
"It’s a vibrator for that sweet snatch of yours. I'm going to place it against your clit and when you're ready to climax I'll pull out the enema nozzle for you to expel."
"I'm going to come so soon again?" she cried.
"That’s right. We're going to break a record today."
With great affection, he kissed the top of her head then squatted down beside the toilet. Next he wedged his hand down passed her swollen tummy towards her genitals and then gently placed the vibrating toy against her susceptible nub. Her body bucked forward from its initial touch. "It’s all right, baby. Try to relax. This is going to be new for you." The enema bag and tube hung limply from its IV pole leading to the nozzle still rooted up her ass. His other hand splayed across her bottom allowing the tube to jut out in between his middle fingers keeping it securely in place.
He applied a little pressure against her butt cheeks with his flared out hand as his other hand worked with the vibrating tool against her pussy.
Since her body had climaxed just moments before, this was a very different concentrated stimulus for her! At first it felt like little shock waves passing through her groin making her pelvis jolt violently forward.
"Oh, Jack!" She cried out!
"Easy, baby!"
"Oh god, Jack! I can feel it coming!"
Again her abdominal muscles caved inward in quick succession.
"It’s Ok!" He encouraged as he held the fun toy against her clit.
With one slender leg on each side of the receptacle, her nude body began to stretch erotically as she pushed the balls of her feet up and down against the tile floor. Jack could tell that she was enjoying this yet he wanted to hear her say so.
"Does my anal kitten like this?"
She amazed herself. The enjoyable feeling made her body forget that it needed to eliminate.
"Oh yes, yes I do like it!!" With an erect curved back, her eyes tensely fixated straight ahead on the bathroom wall in front of her. She stretched her arms across the toilet’s tank cover. Her knuckles began to turn white from holding on so tightly. After just a few moments of this new elation she began to feel that slow build up. Like a huge flood of water filling her up again. "Jack!" Her loud voice echoed against the bathroom walls!
"That’s it, precious, climax again for me!" Jack could feel her buttocks squeezing tightly together against his splayed hand.
Her ear splitting screams continued.
Again she stretched her arms out in front of her and pushed her toes hard against the floor. Her back rigidly arched and she raised her chin high. Somewhere beneath her, a dam was crumbling and bursting wide open! She cried out as her strained body jerked forward making little bouncing movements off the toilet seat. It was at this precise moment that Jack pulled out the enema nozzle that was moments before corked up her rump. Torrents of clear water came pouring out of her backside as Jack held the vibrator against her clitoris.
This orgasm was fast, intense and at the end, piercingly uncomfortable.
She shouted their safety word. "Apples!" She let go one hand and reached down between her legs to push away the vibrator along with his hand. Depleted her body slumped forward over the top of the porcelain tank! She was breathing heavily and tightly cupping her mound with both palms now as her head lay sideways on the tank’s cover.
"Jack it hurts!" she whimpered. "My clit hurts!"
Jack became concerned. "OK, sweetheart, no more! Perhaps we overdid it a bit!" He stood up to massage her lower back and belly at the same time. "Let the enema drain out of you, Christine!"
"Jack, please leave." She whimpered as she sat there motionless, knowing fully that he wouldn't.
"It’s only clear water, Christine." He wrapped his muscular arm around her back as he continued to massage her abdomen. The gently rubbing of her stomach helped her insides to purge steadily. He switched positions by placing his left arm across her chest while his right hand once again stroked the small of her back. Christine grabbed his muscled arm while the contents of her entrails emptied into the porcelain bowl. "That’s it, baby, let all the fluid go." He kissed the back of her head and continued to massage her back.
He kept this going until she totally released the enema. When he knew for sure that she was finished he then gently washed her back opening while her slack body sat immobile in a bestride position over the toilet.
With this done, Jack placed his hand under Christine’s elbow to help her up off the commode.
"Are you ok?"
Still breathing heavily she answered, "I'm fine it’s just that last orgasm was so unbelievably strong!
He smiled. "I know honey. I could definitely tell!"
At Jack’s insistence there was to be no more sex play for the rest of the day. He could tell that she'd had enough.
