Love Bound (30 page)

The retention nozzle went in again,
then the water started. When he reported she was at the two quart mark he
started playing with her again, starting with his fingers and then moving to a
vibrator. It helped, but once she was fully into the third quart, nothing could
help take her mind off of it. She felt tears forming in her eyes and then
finally just gave up and started crying. But she gritted her teeth so her mouth
couldn't safeword. This was going to be the last enema, period.

Finally, she heard the gurgle and knew
she'd taken the entire four quarts. Gordon set the timer and then removed the
tubing from the nozzle, but left the nozzle in place. There was no way she
could hold four quarts without it, and she knew she was in for ten minutes now.
She also figured Gordon would fuck her while they waited. She'd never managed
to orgasm while holding a large enema, so not being allowed to come wasn't a huge
deal at the moment.

She felt him release the straps
holding her thighs in place, then he removed the thigh bands. She heard him
putting them away and then he came back and climbed on the bed behind her. He
left the band over her lower back in place, and he didn't release her hands.
She felt his hands on her hips and then felt his dick going into her pussy.

"Ahhh, so much tighter when
you're holding all of that water."

He fucked her slowly, not wanting to
move things inside of her while she held all of that water. But he loved the
idea of fucking her when she was so full, so he always managed to come even
though he fucked her in slow motion. Today was no different, he kept up the
slow fucking until shortly before time was up and then slammed into her twice
and came, commenting on the heat of the water and on how tight she was. She
loved that she could still get him so excited, and even though she wasn't even
close to an orgasm herself, she loved the feel of him coming inside of her. The
cramps were hurting, though. And with him out of her it was harder to ignore
them. She took a few breaths to try to relax and heard, "Two minutes Pet.
I'm going to be nice and go ahead and remove the restraints so you can go as
soon as the timer dings. You'll stay in place until time is up or I'll add
time, understand?"

"I understand, Sir. Thank you,
Sir."

* * * *

When Victoria awakened again she noted
it was dark outside. She realized she was thirsty, and she knew that since
she'd had the enemas that this was something Gordon should know. She rolled
over and touched him, and he instantly opened his eyes and reached for her.

"Hi Pet. How are you
feeling?"

"Thirsty, Sir."

"You had lots of sports drink
before you went to bed, how about some V8?"

"That would be wonderful,
Sir."

"Okay Pet, stay put and I'll get
you some. Are you a lot thirsty or a little thirsty?"

"Umm, ten or twelve ounces,
maybe?"

He smiled, "Coming right
up."

He'd attached her ankle to the hook in
the floor last night instead of her wrist, so she sat up and used the headboard
as a backrest while she waited for him. He brought her a glass with a straw and
held the glass for her. The bondage mitts had been removed before she went to
sleep, but she still wasn't allowed to use her hands to do anything for
herself. He sat beside her and patiently offered the glass as she drank in
between their talking.

"Do you want to go back to sleep,
or are you awake?"

"I think I'm awake, Sir. I know
you won't tell me how long I slept, but it feels like I slept at least 8 hours.
It's dark outside, but I feel fully rested."

"If you're awake then we'll be
heading to the basement, and you won't know whether it's daylight or nighttime
for a while. If you feel that you need more sleep then you can roll over and go
back to sleep."

She took another drink and then said,
"I'm awake, Sir."

"I'm going to give you a one time
option, Pet. My plans for the next 30 or so hours are rough. If you don't think
you're up to it then tell me now and we'll end things now. You can get dressed
and we'll go out to eat a nice breakfast somewhere. But, if you're up to it
then we'll go downstairs and you'll be there until I'm ready to go back to our
usual status quo."

Victoria
thought about that a moment and
finally said, "You've just succeeded in scaring me shitless", she
paused and chuckled, then looked up at him with a shy smile, "No, I guess
that was the enemas. But, scared or not, if you've planned it, and if you think
I can handle it, then I don't want to back out of it."

Gordon leaned forward and kissed her,
a nice long leisurely kiss. When her arousal level had gone from zero to eighty
and she was really getting into it, he pulled back from the kiss. "You may
use your hands to brush your teeth again, then brush your hair and put it into
a high ponytail. You may use your feet to make your way to the play area in the
basement. You may stay upright until you reach the basement. I've got some
things to prepare in the kitchen. When I come downstairs I expect to see you
impaled with your ass to the wall, you know the position. I prefer you start
with the smallest dildo. Lots of lube, Pet."

She gave the obligatory, "I
understand, Sir", as he was removing the cuff from her ankle. She knew why
he wanted her to use the smallest dildo, because that way when he took her ass
it would be pre-lubed, but wouldn't be stretched very much, so it would be more
like
taking
her ass, instead of a leisurely fuck.

Victoria
brushed her teeth and then put her
hair into a ponytail. She made her way to the basement and into the dungeon
area, which was basically a large windowless room that usually stayed locked so
guests and family members couldn't accidentally make their way into it. They
had furnished it with a home-made Saint Andrews Cross, bondage table, and
spanking horse. There was also a wrought iron day bed with a trundle, a special
ordered bondage chair, and a nice comfy chair so Gordon could relax while he
watched his sex slave suffer. Victoria went to the six drawer chest and reached
for the lube on top of it, using the pump to squirt some lube into her hand.
She put her leg on the seat of the bondage chair and bent around to use her
middle finger to lube herself, then she pumped more lube into her hands and put
a liberal amount on the smallest stainless steel dildo mounted on the wall. She
got a paper towel and wiped the lube from her hands, threw the paper towel in
the waste basket, and went to her hands and knees and backed up to the dildo.
The floor had cushioned mats under the dildos, so her knees would be fine. The
dildo was mounted at the perfect height for her, so all she had to do was back
up to it and push. The smallest dildo wasn't painful, this was more about
submission, more about her taking it into her body because he said to. This was
about her being on hands and knees, with something up her ass, impaled and
attached to the wall, not being able to move around once she was in place. Once
she'd backed up until her ass was touching the wall she slid her arms in front
of her until her face and shoulders were touching the floor. It was clean, this
wasn't about making her do dirty nasty things, this was about her being a
sexual object, a pet, something completely owned and controlled by her master.
She didn't have to think, she only had to follow orders. This was about release.

Once her left cheek and shoulders and
breasts were resting on the floor she pushed herself back again, reseating her
ass against the wall, and then she relaxed as much as possible into the
position.

She didn't know how much time passed.
Probably ten or fifteen minutes, but it could have been five minutes, or it
could have been thirty minutes. She had no concept of time while she knelt on
the floor, didn't even hear him coming down the stairs, but she heard him walk
into the room, and saw his feet as he walked up to her.

"Fuck the wall, pet.
Slowly."

She pulled her arms towards her body
until her weight was resting on her forearms and she could use her palms and
forearms as leverage to pull herself away from the wall, and then push back
towards the wall. She did that, very slowly, maybe a dozen times as he stood
above her. Watching.

"Perfect. Crawl forward until
you're off of it, then crawl to the spanking horse, please."

The spanking horse was really a lot
more than a spanking horse, but she didn't argue with him, she just did as
instructed. When she reached the horse she stopped, as he hadn't told her to
stand, yet.

"Excellent, Pet. Palms and feet
on the floor, spread your feet and straighten your legs."

She did as instructed, feeling
terribly vulnerable as she raised her ass into the air. She felt his hands
spreading her ass cheeks to look at her asshole, then felt him remove his
hands.

"You may stand and mount the
horse."

Victoria
put her knees on the platforms meant
for her knees, and then rested her elbows and forearms onto the platforms meant
for them. Gordon walked around her and secured her by putting the straps over
her arms, placing her hands over the dowels placed there for her to grip and
then closing the stocks around her wrists, then by securing the straps over her
calves and around her thighs. Lastly she felt the straps going over her lower
back and her shoulder blades. She heard him open a drawer on the chest, heard
it close, then heard his footsteps walking back towards her. The whips and floggers
hung on the wall, the canes rested on holders or hung from the wall by their
straps, so if he was in a drawer then that probably meant a paddle or a plug or
a vibrator or... he walked in front of her with a bit gag and she knew the
answer.

"Open."

She opened her mouth and he put the
gag in, making sure it was between her back teeth before tightening it behind
her head. He stepped away from her and removed the dark charcoal silk pajamas,
allowing her to see that he had a raging hard on. She kept her eyes focused on
his cock, as the only time she had restrictions about where she could look was
when he had a hard on and had no clothes covering it, in which case that was
where she was supposed to keep her eyes unless given instructions otherwise.

The platforms on the horse were
completely adjustable, and the arms' heights were generally adjusted to put her
face at the right height for a blow job. The platform for the knees tended to
go up and down, one height for fucking her pussy, a slightly different setting
for fucking her ass, and sometimes a much higher setting for a lengthy spanking
and flogging and caning session. She watched his cock as it came closer to her
face, wondering what he was planning to do since he'd already gagged her. She
felt his cock go in her mouth and attempt to go under the bit gag, not making
it, but in far enough to make his point.

"Move your tongue from left to
right, let me feel it under my cock, Pet."

She did as asked and heard him groan.
It was very uncomfortable, her tongue was in a bind, but she continued with the
sideways back and forth for another thirty seconds or so until he pulled out
and, without another word, walked around her and stepped behind her.

"Do you get to have a say about
what goes into your ass?"

She shook her head no and did the best
"No Sir" that was possible with a large bit gag in your mouth, more
of a "Oh Uh" than anything else, but it was the effort and intent
that counted, she knew.

"That's right, you're here for my
use, and I need some relief. You don't have permission to orgasm, but I don't
think that's going to be a problem just yet. I want your pain, and I want to
hear your screams." She felt his dick at the entrance to her ass and felt
the sharp pain and burning fire of him entering her as he grunted out,
"Your suffering does it for me." Once his head was in, he said,
"So it's time for you to hurt". And then he pushed himself all the
way in, all at once, and she screamed into her gag.

She couldn't move, couldn't get away
from it, and he didn't give her time to adjust. He paused three or four seconds
to adjust his footing once he was all the way in, and then he began pistoning
in and out, in and out. She knew he wasn't tearing her, she was well lubed, but
she felt her tissues moving with him as he went in and out, and the muscles
were on fire trying to take his girth, and it was just too much. She felt the
tears coming down her cheeks, heard herself sobbing, but lost track of her
screams in between the sobs.

He didn't take long, and she was
thankful for that. He could choose to have stamina when he wanted, but
apparently this wasn't about making it last, but about claiming her ass and
then coming inside of her. Filling her after emptying her. When he finally
pulled out after spending himself inside of her she wasn't surprised to feel a
rather large plug almost immediately pushing into her. She couldn't see, but
from the feel of it she thought it was probably the large stainless steel plug
because she didn't feel it giving any, and it was cold. She heard him at the
table with the baby wipes and knew he would be cleaning himself, but she wasn't
paying a lot of attention, it was just background noise. She had drool hanging
out of her mouth, her asshole hurt, the plug was heavy, and she had no idea
what would happen next, but a spanking or flogging or caning would be a good
bet.