Tex (Burnout) (25 page)

Abby was panting now. Mark was holding her down at the hip. She couldn't get away. Even if he let go, she was still cuffed to the floor.

"I-" Fresh, hot tears stung her eyes. "I don't- I can't-"

"Decide. Right now. Or I will decide for you. You have very few decisions this weekend, pet. I suggest you take advantage of my generosity.”

She closed her eyes and remembered the ginger, the burning. Why endure it and have to deal with the enema anyway?

"I-" she licked her lips. "I want the enema."

"I want the enema, please, Sir."

"I want the enema, please, Sir," she sobbed.

Mark leaned down and kissed her temple. "Very good, pet. Very good."

He parted her again and inserted what she now knew was a plastic tube into her. She heard a slight click and felt a warm sensation in her bowels. Odd, but not horrifically unpleasant.

"You're dirty," he told her. "Or so you think. So we will clean you. Inside and out. My fresh, clean little pet. Ready for her assfucking." She tensed. "We'll work up to it. Don't worry. We have a long weekend of training ahead of us.

Abby was quietly crying on the floor, unable to stop the tears, but not sobbing hysterically. She sniffled a little. "Please, stop."

"No, pet. Shh now. It's alright." He rubbed her back gently. “All nice and clean."

Abby felt a gurgling in her stomach and she clamped her thighs together. "No. No, no, stop." Mark ignored her. "It hurts!" she cried.

"What hurts? Cramps?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, okay," he said, sounding unruffled. She heard a click and the pain slowly subsided.

"Better, pet?"

She hated that she was forced to admit it was. "Yes," she gasped.

"Good. You’ll tell me again if it hurts."

Abby felt her bowels getting heavier and heavier. "Oh, God. Oh please. Sir."
Yes, call him Sir. He likes that.
"Sir, it's...too much. I feel-"

"Like you have to go? It's normal. It's a small enema though. Just saline. You can hold it."

"I can't!" she sobbed.

"You can and you will," he assured her.

"No I-"

"You want some privacy when you go?" he cut her off sternly.

He wasn't seriously going to
watch
her go? It was unthinkable. "Yes!" she shrieked.

"Then earn it by being still and quiet and accepting your enema like a good little pet."

Abby swallowed and tried to focus on nothing but her breathing. Occasional spasms would hit causing her to groan. She felt his hand on her rounding tummy. "Hurting?"

"No, Sir," she whispered. He squeezed her, she moaned. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Are you dirty?"

"Yes," she groaned.

"Are we going to clean you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then. Relax." She heard another click and felt a rush of warm liquid. She squealed and pressed her legs together. She heard a final click. "All done, pet. Hold it, please."

She groaned. "Please."

"Just for a minute. This is the only one for today."

"For today?" she whined.

"If I'd used soap, you'd need another one immediately after to rinse it out. Thank me for my thoughtfulness, pet."

"Th-thank you, Sir."

"Good girl."

He parted her cheeks and she reflexively tried to hold them closed. "I'm just taking out the tube."

"No, don't."

"Pet, pet, pet. You don't want it in you, you want it in you. Which is it?"

"If- if you take the tube out I might-"

"Evacuate? I'll go slow. Hold it in. It'll be just fine. It's a small enema pet, it's not putting too much pressure on you."

He slowly worked the tube out and Abby started panicking, trying furiously to hold everything in.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "Oh, God I have to go."

"You did a very good job, pet. I'll give you some privacy." He unhooked her wrists and helped her up. He tossed the tube and the enema bag into the sink and propelled her toward the toilet. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

She sighed with relief as he walked out. She slammed the toilet lid open and waited as long as she possibly could hoping Mark was out of ear shot as she let go. The relief was instantaneous. Oh, God don't let there be another one, she prayed silently. I'll be a good girl. The best girl. The best pet ever. No more enemas.

She was washing her hands as Mark came back in. "Everything come out okay?" he asked, smiling.

She glared at him.

"Watch yourself," he snarled, his friendly demeanor instantly gone.

Abby's heart lurched. "Yes, Sir."

He set a bottle of liquid dishwashing soap on the counter. "Clean that," he said pointing to the tube. She set about that task as she heard him turn on the faucets for the bath.

"Into the tub, pet."

Abby nodded and stepped in. Strangely enough he hadn't filled it much. It covered her thighs and her lower belly but nothing else and there were no bubbles. He knelt down beside her and took the bar of soap off the shelf. He dipped it in the water and lathered it in his hands. She watched in surprise as he began to run his hands along her breasts, bathing her.

His hands skimmed her belly and she closed her eyes. Despite everything, his touch could still turn her on. She groaned.

"Feeling more relaxed, pet?"

"Yes."

"Good. Spread." Her eyes popped open and she stared at him. "Open your legs, pet. Now."

She slid them apart. "Good girl." His fingers, slick from the soap, curled into her and rubbed gently. Just as she was feeling happy again he said, "Turn over."

"What?"

"Hands and knees, pet."

Her eyes grew wide but his look said not to question. She bit her lower lip to keep from hyperventilating. He washed her pussy thoroughly and rinsed it with a cloth. Then she felt something hard and smooth nudging into her. She gasped and instinctively shot forward. He gave her ass a stinging slap. She yelped.

"Take it inside you, pet. Fuck it into you," he demanded.

She spread her fingers on the floor of the tub and gathered her courage. She pushed back, onto the object. It filled her easily, painlessly. With a click it hummed to life. "Oh," she cried in both ecstasy and relief. It was a vibrator.

"You may come if you want to, pet," he informed her. Then he set about to washing her asshole. She flinched and received another slap. "You will accept my touch, pet. Haven't I been kind? I gave you a nice, warm enema. I let you relieve yourself in private. I let you shove a vibrator in your cunt."

Whoa. Her cunt? He'd never used that word before. But strangely, it didn't offend her. The husky way in which he'd said it made her nipples tighten.

"Thank me for my kindness, pet."

"Thank you for your kindness, Sir."

" ‘Please, wash my dirty asshole, Sir’."

Abby closed her eyes. "Please... wash my dirty asshole, Sir."

"Of course, pet. We want a nice, clean pet for fucking don't we?"

"Yes, Sir."

The vibrator ratcheted up a notch. "Good girl," he told her. "Hold still unless it's to come."

Mark rubbed a finger around her hole and she could tell by the slippery feel it had soap on it. He worked the tip in and she fought hard to hold still like a good girl. She must have done well because the vibrator went to a higher setting.

Abby cried out.

"Are you going to come, pet?"

"Yes!"

"That's a good girl. You like this, pet? Feels good, doesn't it?" He rubbed his soapy fingers all over her. Rubbing her asshole, skimming her clit, nudging the vibrator in deeper. God, it all felt so good.

"Yes, Sir!"

"You like having your asshole washed, don't you?" He tapped her clit and a jolt went right through her.

"Oh, God!"

"You like having your asshole washed don't you?" he repeated.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Such a good girl," he said. "Look at that cunt, holding that vibrator in. That's a greedy fucking cunt, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Is your asshole greedy too?"

"I- I-"

The vibrator ratcheted up another notch.

"Yes, Sir!" she squealed, loving the feel of the toy.

"Tell me you want me to fill your asshole."

"I want- I want you to fill my asshole, Sir."

She heard the sound of the faucet turning and warm water cascaded down her ass and dripped onto her pussy, rinsing her. He turned it off after a few moments and then parted her cheeks as wide as they would go.

"Nice and clean, little pet. Such a pretty asshole too. Wet, and washed, and waxed. Does it feel clean?"

"Yes."

She felt something slippery against her exposed hole and she wiggled. "No," he warned and she stilled immediately. The familiar feeling of a heavy glass plug nudged her. "I got you a new present, pet."

"Th-thank you, Sir," she replied as he pushed on it. She groaned as it stretched her wide then settled into place.

"Not much pain, pet. As promised. Are you grateful?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Then why don't you come for me and show me how much?" He tapped the plug and it sent a wave of sensation over her whole lower body. She came hard, clenching on the vibrator and crying out loudly as Mark pressed on the plug, keeping it in place.

When she recovered, Mark turned the vibrator off. "We'll work on your ability to hold things inside your ass while you orgasm," he told her. He drained the tub and helped her out. She stood on the tile floor as he dried her off, head to toe with a towel. "Spread," he ordered and slid the vibrator out of her. He left the plug in, however.

He set the toy on the counter and produced a thin chain from his back pocket. He clipped one end onto her collar and held the leather loop at the other end. "On your knees, pet."

Abby knelt and Mark turned. "I have more gifts for you," he told her. "Come."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Abby crawled forward on her hands and knees. Mark, thankfully was not walking quickly and it was easy to keep up. Abby noticed two things right away, one, if she thought this was over or she was going to get some kind of break, her being on her hands and knees crawling behind her Dom pretty much killed any idea along those lines. And second, she was supremely aware of her ass. More than she'd ever been before. Sticking it up in the air with a plug filling it felt strange and exposed, but she dutifully followed Mark down the hall and into the bedroom.

The bedroom did have a door on it. She wasn't sure why she noticed that, but she did. Mark tugged on the leash, snapping her out of her distraction. "Up," he told her.

She got to her feet. Mark disconnected the leash. "Hands behind your head." She put her hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. He picked up a box off the dresser and opened it.

"These are not clamps," he told her. "These are purely for decoration because you're going to be wearing them for a long time tonight." He came toward her with a gold chain made up of three strands and had two small circles on each end. He thumbed her right nipple, making it hard and placed one circle over it. He tightened the tiny screw. It didn't hurt at all, but held the circle firmly in place. He did the same with her other nipple and let the slim chains hang between them.

He went back to the dresser drawer and returned with a pair of cuffs, just like the ones on her ankles. "Sit on the edge of the bed, pet." She complied. "Give me your foot." Abby raised her foot and he took it, buckling one cuff around her ankle. "The other." When he'd fastened them both he stepped up. "Now, we're ready for dinner."

She sat up and he snapped the leash on her. "On your knees, pet. Let's go."

Abby sank to the floor and crawled obediently after Mark. When they arrived at the dining room table, he tugged the leash. "Up."

She got to her feet. But instead of indicating she should sit in the chair, he instead bent, bringing one arm under her knees and scooping her up in his arms. He placed her gently on the table, in the center. "Lie down." Abby didn't hesitate and leaned back against the cool wood. Mark took one leg, bent it so her bare foot was flat on the table, and pulled a snap hook out of his pocket. He attached her left wrist to her left ankle. He rounded the table and did the same on the other side, rendering her immobile. She could lift her head and move it from side to side but nothing else.

"Delicious," he remarked and left the room.

Abby stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about the fact that her pussy was completely exposed, as were her breasts. She took deep breaths and tried to listen for any sounds that might indicate what Mark was doing, or going to do, but heard nothing. A few minutes later, he returned and she craned her neck to see him carrying a plate and a glass of water. He placed them, unbelievably, at the head of the table. He sat down and Abby understood he could see her exposed pussy and ass just a few feet from his face.