Chapter 19 #2
We were less than twenty-four hours from her first maintenance ass-fucking, and every broken sound she made only made me hungrier for what was coming.
I couldn’t wait to force my cock into that tight little asshole after she’d worn my fattest plug for an hour, the neck of it as big as her wrist. I wanted her stretched wide and still not ready for me, and I couldn’t wait to feel her fight me with everything she has while I held her down and forced her to take what I gave her.
Someday, I’d make her spend an entire day clenched around a skinny-necked plug just to make her tighter than ever for me during maintenance, but for her asshole’s initial introduction to my cock, I needed her as stretched as possible before we started.
Fucking a human’s ass with my dick is always a balance of how far I can go without splitting them open. I can’t get too carried away, ever, but stretching her first meant I could go harder and deeper. Could make her scream, cry, beg, and frantically fight me.
She hadn’t used her safeword yet, and that’d actually surprised me a few times.
Some submissives never use them, and you have to be super-careful with them.
She assured me she’d used hers a handful of times with other Doms, but only when she feared someone was doing actual damage — and she’d been speaking truth, without even a hint of deceit in her scent.
Originally, I hadn’t planned to take her safeword away for this first maintenance session, but based on her own words about it, plus the fact she’d never used it, I figured she’d get more out of this first assfucking if I yanked her safety-valve away.
But we weren’t there yet, so… she was going to have to agree to it.
Or not. It would have to be her choice, not mine.
Doing this without that safety net would put more responsibility on my shoulders, but it also meant she’d get the full effect of maintenance — physical and mental.
Even for someone who only uses the safeword when absolutely necessary, the loss of it is huge.
No way to stop the action. No escape from the pain.
Fuck, just thinking about it had me hard enough to want to take her again, but for now, we were sticking to the schedule, and I’d already thoroughly used and abused her tight little cunt tonight.
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Storm
I was an emotional mess by the time I finished my chores on the morning of my first maintenance ass-fucking.
I assume he seemed to be in overdrive because he was excited about hurting me.
He’d worked a fat plug into my ass the night before, and he kept coming into whichever bathroom I was cleaning.
He’d just saunter in while I was bent over to clean, wiggle the plug until I was gasping, forced to brace myself.
Often, he’d casually ram two or three fingers into my swollen, sore pussy — and then make me turn and meet his gaze while he held his fingers up for me to lick and suck, tasting my own juices while the heavy plug kept me open and reminded me exactly who I belong to.
He owns me, so he can touch me wherever and whenever he wants, but today, it was a constant reminder of what was to come.
All those plans I’d made on my first day, about finding my own routine for the bathrooms? Never happened. I did it his way, exactly. Every step.
My hands shook while I stored the cleaning supplies, my stomach already in knots, and my rectal muscles spasmed around the thick plug.
It wasn’t until later in the morning, when I was standing flat-footed in the dungeon, calling him Magnum when he asked who he is, that he handed me a sheet of paper.
“This happens outside of high protocol, and everything on the list is your responsibility. Read it over and ask questions, if you have them.”
I read it over twice, my stomach somersaulting faster and faster.
Noon: 2-quart soapy enema (2 tablespoons of Castile soap). You may give yourself a rinsing enema after, if you wish, but it isn’t required.
3:00: 2-quart soapy enema (2 tablespoons of Castile soap), followed by a two-quart clear water enema, followed by a 1-quart enema with a teaspoon of baking soda and a teaspoon of sea salt. If the last one doesn’t run clear on the way out, start over.
When you believe you’ve evacuated everything, run up and down the stairs for five minutes nonstop to be certain everything has worked its way out. If you need to go to the toilet, the five-minute run starts over.
There’ll be an electrolyte mix waiting for you in the fridge. Drink the entire twenty-four ounces once your insides are clean.
5:30: Go to the dungeon and stand in inspection pose on the X. Face the mattress platform.
He’d asked me a few days earlier, during dinner when I had to answer, about my experience with enemas.
I’d told him the truth, of course. A Dom I visit a handful of times a year uses them for punishment, and one I’d been involved with years earlier was a clean freak about anal, and I’d been required to thoroughly clean myself out before I went to him.
“Any questions, cunt?” he asked when I looked up from the paper after reading through it several times.
I forced myself to think, and said, “I assume you’ll have the equipment and the soap in my bathroom when it’s time, Sir?
” I stared at the X on the floor when I asked him.
He doesn’t like for me to speak to him while not looking at him, but this wasn’t high-protocol, and I couldn’t look at him in that moment.
Not while I was facing his calm, detailed, logistical arrangements.
“Yes,” he answered. “This happens during normal hours, so you aren’t in the cincher.
Also, while I can enjoy giving punishment enemas when one is called for, maintenance enemas aren’t my thing.
Turns me on more to know you’re having to prepare yourself for me, than for me to do it. Any more questions?”
“No, Sir.” I managed to say it without my voice shaking, but the visual of me having to do this alone while he was turned on by it, off in another room, made my knees go a little weak.
He was making me responsible for preparing my body for what was to come.
He’d just taken the plug out, so my hole clenched around nothing while dread sank into my stomach — and lower.
“I have some work to do for the club today,” he said, “so I’ll be in the office.
Don’t interrupt me unless it’s important.
The day is yours, but we had such a full breakfast because it’s possibly all you’ll get today.
We might have a late evening meal, after.
We’ll see how things go. You may have as much water, lemonade, or tea as you want, but nothing else passes your lips. ”
He kissed my forehead. “If you’ll make me a huge salad and put it in the fridge before you head upstairs to stand on the X, I’ll fix myself a steak to cut up and put into it when I’m ready to eat. You know what I like.”
He turned to leave, and then stopped in the doorway to add, “Don’t leave the house. Not even into the screened-in porch. Stay inside.”
And then he was gone.
Fuck me. This was really happening today.
I had a while before I needed to get started, and I tried to read to get my mind off it, but nothing worked. Eventually, it was time, and I gathered the equipment so the water would start flowing into me at noon.
If I could’ve masturbated while holding the enemas, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, but the process was hell — the cramps, the pressure, the slow, humiliating process of evacuating everything stored in my colon.
And the whole time, the reason I was having to do this ran through my head in a loop.
In a few hours he was going to bend me over and drive his thick, textured, monstrous cock into my ass, and he was going to enjoy my tears.
And I was the one carefully, obediently preparing my body for him to hurt me.
When five thirty came, I went to the dungeon and saw the X on the floor, made with blue tape, ten feet from the mattress platform.
I was barefoot, not wearing a plug or my cincher, and I had to stand with my hands locked behind my head and stare at the actual surface where he was going to place me so he could force his cock into my ass.
A pristine, white fitted sheet was on the mattress, waiting for the inevitable, and the longer I looked at it the harder my stomach twisted.
The minutes crawled by while I stared at the place where he was going to hurt me and violate me.