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“I don’t know what to say,” I said, as the fear that had begun moments before was clawing at me with harsh penetrating fingers.
“You don’t need to say anything. Just be the sweet gentle submissive you are. Follow my instructions carefully and I’ll take care of everything.” He let me think about that for a minute, and then briskly grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet. “Let’s get started. My private bath is through that door. Strip to your underclothes, and I’ll join you in a few minutes.” He shoved me toward the other side of the room, then went back to his desk.
The few minutes wait stretched to at least a half hour. I heard his phone ring several times, and though I couldn’t hear his voice since the door was closed, I suspected that he was trying to conduct business while he was in the process of punishing me.
While I waited in his bathroom, I had plenty of time to get a grip on the activity that he had planned. I knew what an enema meant. I even knew that if he was planning to take my ass tonight, or someone was, that it might be an appropriate prelude. But a punishment enema? The details of that act were fuzzy in my mind as I contemplated exactly what he might mean.
I undressed as he instructed, down to my pink lace garter belt, stockings and bra. And then, because I was a little chilly waiting, I grabbed a terry cloth robe that was conveniently hanging on the wall. Still hearing Reggie on the phone outside the bathroom, I sat down in a lounge chair that was one of the many amenities of the bathroom. The room reminded me of an elegant spa, with a massage table, two marble sinks, a deep whirlpool tub, a shower, commode and bidet, all graciously arranged amidst potted plants, and a few pieces of well chosen furniture that looked as if it belonged in a wealthy woman’s boudoir. There was Italian tile on the floor and thick plush rugs that matched the blue towels hanging about the room.
At the very least, I’d have this unusual punishment in the comfort of sumptuous surroundings, though I hardly thought that would make it any easier.
When Reggie finally flew into the bath, he pulled me from my nervous reverie, taking charge of me in a second with a purposeful look.
I stood up without being told to do so, and he immediately came to me, undoing the tie on the robe. While he stared at me with his cold blue eyes, he pulled the robe away and let it fall on to the floor. I was shivering, suddenly feeling very cold and very exposed.
“Nice to see you dressed for the occasion,” he remarked, seeing my underwear, though he wasn’t wasting much time with erotic small talk. “I need to you lie face down on the massage table,” he instructed me. “Better yet, raise your ass, I think the insertion will be easier.”
I followed his instruction, climbing to the top of the cloth covered table, and almost reverently bowed my head to the firm surface, while tucking my knees up under me. My rear was clearly be the focus of his attention, as it swayed ever so slightly in the cool air.
He put his hand on my bottom and gently stroked the skin. The effects of my other punishments might well have shown on my flesh as little lingering marks, but if he took notice of them at all, he didn’t say so. His fingers began a gentle exploration of my bottom and the crack of my ass. Without saying a word, he worked the cleft so I was naturally opening my legs wider to accommodate his probing hand. His gentle invasion was feeling very good to me and I didn’t want him to stop.
“I’ve punished you here so many ways,” he finally spoke. “I think perhaps the humiliation of this brand of submission might serve a useful purpose, don’t you?”
I didn’t reply, not knowing if the question was rhetorical or not. It wasn’t. He pulled his hand free and slapped my ass. “I want a reply, Alexandra!”
“Yes sir,” I agreed, for the sake of agreeing.
“Perhaps we should have Will here personally to see what depths you’ll really go to?” he considered.
“Yes,” I gave him a breathy response, as his hand returned to its probing. Without thinking, my ass was grinding against his fingers, hoping they would go deeper yet.
“A long shot of water down here and your belly will feel like exploding. You’ll hold it in for a long time just to remember who’s in charge in this game. I almost thought we could make a public spectacle of it at the party, but I decided that just the memory of this while you’re serving the needs of the men tonight will likely do enough to ensure your obedience.”
I could just imagine a dozen eyes viewing me like this right now, and I didn’t like the thought. It was enough that Reggie was doing it in the inner sanctum of his private office.
“You’ve really been quite a little bitch,” he advised me. “You have this innate haughtiness that seems to get the better of you. It certainly worked against you with Will. Too bad I hadn’t seen the possibility before. The very idea of lying to him the way you did. I find it hard to believe that you, of all people, would be so deceitful. It wouldn’t seem to be in your nature, but then maybe you’re not the innocent sexual lamb that you pretended to be with me on this personal quest to find your sexual truth. I’m not sure you really wanted to see what was inside you after all.
“It really amazes me every time I think about it. I read you well when I had you before. I just didn’t go far enough.” His fingers probed even deeper into my rear end, punctuated occasionally by sharp slaps of his other hand. If I hadn’t been the model submissive in the past, I certainly was at that moment. Reggie was getting me right where I was pleasured the most, his words, his physical play and the impending event, all tapping in me deep desires I’d so long avoided. It seemed that every time I was with him now, he was finding new barriers for me to breach.
“Let’s make this a thorough cleansing, physically and morally,” he continued on, even as his hands continued to probe and slap and knead my flesh. “We’ll just flush out all the haughtiness, and deceit, and willful disregard to your nature. Remind you that your true desires lie in submission. Is that fair, you think?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
Reggie withdrew his hand and moved to the cabinets by the sink, where he found the equipment he needed. I turned my head away, not willing to look at his preparations, though I could hear the sound of water running and the clanging of metal.
When I found him at my side again, he’d fixed a bag of water to a rod that pulled away from the massage table, and clicked it into place above me. I turned my head back to see the swelling rubber bag hanging behind and over my rear end. I closed my eyes when I saw the shiny metal vented probe that would deliver the gift he’d prepared.
He massaged me again, his hand greasing my sphincter once with a cold liquid. However, it was not nearly as cold as the feel of that metal piece entering my anus with a firm and certain shove.
“Just to wash away all your lies and deceit. To make you an honest woman, Alexandra,” he said. “Think how much you hurt the man that loves you more than you deserve. This is a lesson in humility.”
I remained eyes closed, feeling the implant in my body. Seconds later, a bath of warm water flooded quickly into my rear. I imagined it quick, though Reggie’s words assured me otherwise.
“This will take a few minutes, you’d do well in that silence of yours to appreciate what this means.” The water continued, I have no idea how much; but as the warmth surged into my belly, I found the entire humiliation so arousing, I could hardly stand not to play with my clitoris, which was itself swelling as if it was being filled, too.
As Reggie let the bag drain into my rear, his hands began to massage me with the most tender touch I think I’d ever had from him. He had one hand at my abdomen and the other at my cleft attending the probe.
“Hold in,” he instructed me, as he finally withdrew the metal piece. I was careful not to expel what was already pressing on my sphincter and begging for release. Thankfully, Reggie quickly replaced the nozzle with an anal plu
