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Heather winced. “Good thinking. Why the enema for Amy, if you don’t have anything extremely anal in mind for her?”
“Her master gives her that size enema every Friday, and requires her to do housework while holding it. She isn’t allowed to relieve herself until the tasks he gives her are complete. Once a month, she gets a series of painful large volume enemas with irritants in the first two, to make sure she cramps hard. This week was a small enema though, and part of the deal for me to have her this weekend was that I had to administer the quart and a half enema and require that she finish a task before being allowed to relieve herself.”
“And you want a slave that you have that kind of control over?”
“Eventually, yes. I may never find her — someone I fall in love with who happens to have the temperament, the soul, of a slave. Amy is perfect, but she belongs to Blake and I would never poach someone else’s slave.”
Heather wanted to ask more questions, but wasn’t sure where to start, so she went back to discussing what would happen during the evening’s scene. “What about me, anything you’ve planned for me that I should know about?”
“I’ll flog you to start. Amy’s master says she’ll need a minimum of thirty minutes to be sure the enema’s done its job, but forty-five minutes to an hour is better if we aren’t in a hurry. You can leave Kyle in the cage while I flog you. I think I may fuck you, too, while I’m at it. Caning Amy later will get me hard again, so I’ll be ready for our grand finale.”
Chapter 40
Heather came to consciousness slowly, aware of the warm male body behind her, and missing the presence of the other warm male body she’d gotten used to waking up to. She extricated herself from Marcus’s arms, rolled to the side of the huge playroom bed, and managed to get her eyes to stay open enough to walk to the adjoining bathroom. While she was using the toilet, Marcus stumbled in, waiting his turn.
He turned the bathtub faucets wide open, and it took her a few minutes to realize he’d done so to keep Kyle and Amy from hearing them talk.
“Kyle’s awake, and he’s probably ready for a trip to the bathroom. How do you want to handle letting him out?”
“I’ll release him, and then I’d like to cuddle in bed a little.
“Do you want me to let Amy loose so she can join us in bed, or should I let her use the restroom and then put her into the cage for some rest?”
“I’m not sure what you’re asking. She’s been standing all night, but the harness supported most of her weight, so she should have gotten some sleep, right?”
“She’s learned to sleep standing in her harness, but it’s not very restful sleep. My question is whether you want her to join us this morning or not. Do you want it to be the three of us or the four of us?”
“Oh. I like having her join us.”
Heather walked out of the bathroom and went to her knees outside of the cage, looking in on Kyle.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, my Lady. I didn’t think I would, but I don’t even remember dreaming.”
“Do you need to use the restroom?”
“Yes, please. Ma’am.”
She pulled the lanyard over her head, put the key into the brass lock, and turned it. The act of unlocking him reminded her of the responsibility she took when he gave up control. It was a heady thing, a power trip for real. She knew she’d never abuse it with Kyle because she loved him and wouldn’t do anything to damage the trust he had in her, but it was probably a good thing she hadn’t discovered this while she was single, because it’s possible she might push farther than would be rational if she had this much power over someone she didn’t love. Not farther than they were willing, but if they were like Kyle, agreeing to most anything that pleased her, she’d need someone to talk to, to make sure she didn’t take them too far.
She stood and stepped to the side before opening the door.
“Crawl out and kneel before me.”
When he was at her feet, looking up, she asked, “Do you want to continue with the same flavor of play we had last night? Your call. I could be happy with you and Amy as slaves again, or I could be happy with you as my submissive and sharing Amy as a slave with Marcus. Either is fine with me.”
“Ma’am, I’m not comfortable making that decision. Can I ask you to take the choice away from me for the weekend, please?”
Her heart did a happy little skip in her chest, and she couldn’t help the sadistic smile she knew she was broadcasting. “I think you just gave me your answer. Do what you need in the bathroom, and then bring your wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed.”
She’d taken them off before storing him away for the night, but he needed them back on — both to put him in the right frame of mind, and so she could quickly restrain him, when it was time.
When all four were in bed, Marcus massaged Amy’s sore muscles for a little, while Kyle, at Heather’s orders, put a clothespin on Heather’s clit, a lubed and gloved finger in her ass, and then pleasured her with his mouth.
Marcus’s cellphone rang as they were changing positions, and he answered to Amy’s Master. After a brief phone call he went to get his laptop and returned with it, bringing up a chat program so they could video chat with her Master. They put Amy under a bright light and aimed the laptop camera at her ass so her Master could see her marks. Only about a dozen of the fifty strikes had left a mark, but they looked quite painful.
“Excellent work, Marcus. And Amy, you and I will have further discussions about your using furniture when you’re returned to me. I’m quite displeased that you couldn’t follow your rules while in Marcus’s home.”
