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I didn’t have to think my answer, I knew. “Of disappearing, being nothing, of losing myself completely inside Rossi’s vacuum.”
“But that’s what you want, that’s part of your need. You can’t ignore it forever—at least not with me. I know the truth.”
“I don’t want to go there.”
“Oh, I think you do. You’re fascinated by Karl and Susan and what they live—you’re fascinated by Susan’s surrender.”
He was right, but I didn’t say so.
“I want you to go back there, Gail. I’m going to give you to Karl for a day.”
“No, no,” I shook my head. “You said you wouldn’t ask that of me.”
His look was stern. “Do you love me?” he asked.
“Of course, I do.”
“And you trust that I love you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then, I want you to do this for me. Not for yourself, but me.”
Every time KC followed his intuition, I got what I needed. Though I didn’t want to do this, I would.
Chapter Sixteen
It was just a simple procedure. Something I’d been through before.
I stripped in front of both men. KC was there to watch, Karl to perform another of his many rites. This one, though, was drawn right from the textbook of my college life.
Although Karl had spanked and screwed me once, we were hardly intimate, or even friends. Every time I was in his presence, I started to shake. Now, taking off my clothes for this submission, I felt two inches tall in stature and infinitely small, though oddly excited.
My body gave me away. Once naked, my nipples were enlarging, becoming quickly erect. Even in the humid air I felt the chill of these men’s eyes focused on my sexual attributes. My thighs glowed with sweat, the skin looking radiant, and the soft curls at my pussy seemed to be gathering with female dew. My desire for this was very real.
I stared at the necessary enema equipment knowing how much I wanted this repeat performance of my past.
“This is made for one thing,” Karl said to KC referring to the frightful contraption. “To expose a woman’s ass. You’ll get an education here if you watch me work her.”
“Then I’ll watch,” KC replied.
“You’ve had this done before,” he stated, speaking directly to me. “You’ll struggle, because I demand a lot of a woman in this position, but I will secure your surrender.”
The contraption was just half a table—a metal one. As I laid my tummy and tits on the surface, I felt the cold climb into me, and goosebumps rise on my arms. They dangled down as I bent over, and Karl bound them, locking my wrists in cuffs attached to a lower bar. Bent at the waist, my feet then rested on another, leather-padded bar below. It was a simple posture and reasonably comfortable, my torso well supported and my head resting on the table. Yet, suddenly, with a sudden jerk, the table moved, raising my hips and ass lowering my torso, putting my privates in a much more vulnerable position. He spread my legs, bending my knees and fitting them into cuffs, which kept my ass splayed open.
Karl was ready to let his big bag of soapy water flow into my ass.
He talked to KC as he worked, in a lecture I refused to hear. I let my mind go—I remembered doing that before, with Rossi. Feeling was paramount, subjugation the one divine thing about this abuse.
Once my rectum was poked with a fat nozzle, the soapy waters flooded my insides, going deep and then deeper still as the liquid worked its way into the abyss. When I began to cramp, I cringed. Karl massaged my ass to ease the pressure, but swore I would take it all. My reason screamed in protest, but then the waters settled again, and he added more—until I was impaled with this liquid bath, and a deeper sense of my submission than I’d had even just days ago at the faire.
“Spank her,” Karl ordered KC.
I’d already seen the paddle and anticipated its feel. Knowing it was KC delivering the blows I was initially relieved, thinking that Karl would be harder on me. But I’m not sure in this case. KC smacked the paddle off both cheeks with a vigor more intense than any I remember. The waters jostling inside me with each blow threatened to vent; but I clenched my muscles tightly and held on. I had no choice. I was bound; and I would succeed. What if I screamed that I couldn’t take any more? Would he stop? Or would he understand that I was just bluffing and give it to me harder? My fears circled around me as the agony increased, but I did survive, finding those surrendering seconds of bliss that are like paradise found for a submissive woman.
The force behind KC’s assault was filled with his passion, and yet, the force of the swats seemed to love me in an unfathomable fashion. The more he spanked my bottom, the deeper he took me, the further I wanted to go. I was lost, swimming inside myself, discovering in this curious trial the depth of his love.
I knew before the session ended that I wouldn’t feel the emptiness I’d felt before. This wasn’t Rossi. This wasn’t that other lifetime. This was KC, and this was me. Just the two of us now—Karl had left the room though I don’t remember when.
