Page 22 of Be Careful What You Wish For

He brought a small rubber hose which, when linked to the nearby tap, produced a spray of water. He washed her groin and between the lips of her labia. Then he creamed and shaved her, before releasing her restraints to turn her onto her front and wash between her buttocks and anus.

The warm waters of the enema flooded her. At first it was pleasant, but then as the tube was removed she wanted to explode, to expunge what was still held there. She grappled with the urge to simply let go, holding her pelvic muscles taut, her body rigid, butting her bottom up and down off the couch in a supreme effort of will.

He watched her struggle while she watched him watching her. He was enjoying the way her body writhed in torment, and he knew she would hold it until the dish was in place and nothing was spilled.

But why was this so important today?

Finally the relief came; the dish was installed under her and then it and its contents removed. He cleaned and pampered, and with expert hands used oils to massage and manipulate, paying special attention to her back, firming her muscles, creating delicious waves of tingling pulses in and through her crotch. With hands cradling her buttocks and thumbs inserted, he then spent time pulling and stretching and widening. It was not unpleasant, in truth quite the reverse. But perversely, knowing his penchant for cruelty, she in turn would play her own game, hiding what was truly pleasurable, masking her feelings to confuse him. Entrenched in control, it gave her the one small degree of independence that neither of her Masters knew she had. And it was so alien to her submissiveness that it amused her, even after the activity was over. She would go over and over it in her mind, thinking up innovative ways she could improve on this small and yet significant hold she had over them.

An electric heat had set her impulses soaring. Her pussy was on fire. She had such a need, and knew Shadow would notice. She watched him closely as she lay on the couch while he made hot sweet tea to feed her from the cup, refusing to let her hands near. And when she was finished he stood at the foot of the couch, watching her.

‘I’ll come for you in a little while, and you’ll not rise from where you are. Instead you will clear your mind and lie here to await my return.’ He left her to her own thoughts.

He was acting weird, not his normal self at all. He hadn’t picked her up on what she knew he’d seen, and that was so unlike him. She was beginning to know him well, although still unable to judge his sudden change of mood. Was something wrong? He’d given no hint or word of reassurance. But then again, he didn’t have to. It was not her place to question. She had but to trust, to obey.

She stretched, her arms, her legs. She wanted desperately to masturbate, to make herself cum. The need was driving her crazy. But although he was gone something stopped her. She had become aware of a feeling that Shadow was aware of what she was doing behind closed doors. It was like a power he had over her, and when the beast in him came through he took delight in taunting her with what he knew, knowing she had no inkling how.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out her need, allowing thoughts to wander to that place where dreams are created and born.

A blindfold was being slipped across her eyes. Slowly she became aware that this was not part of the dream and lay still, waiting to see what might follow. She did not open her eyes or struggle. What was the point? What would happen would happen. It was the way of it.

She knew only that today was different. The pattern had altered. Only as it evolved would her questions be answered, and so she entrusted herself to hands that raised her from the couch, guiding her through the archway and down the passage beyond. She knew when they passed the gym. Eyes open or shut she held the plan of her rooms in her mind. But then they were entering unknown territory, because her feet almost slipped from under her as they encountered steps leading down. And there was a distinct and sudden change in the air around them.

It was warm, a clingy warmth that hugged her body like a wrap or cloak Throughout her stay she’d never been cold, despite her nakedness. Only when she’d left the confines of the house had she felt the cold air bite, making her shiver and long for the fur coat which had been hers when they arrived on the island. It was a telltale sign of winter and the end of a year in which she had been newborn.

Without words she was held, hands at her sides, and for long moments she remained there. Then she heard a voice, a different voice, a voice familiar... one she knew well.

‘It has been a long time.’

She felt the smile in the words, and laughter bubbled up in her throat.

‘Now submit yourself, slave, to your Master.’

She shivered, not with cold or fear, but with trembling delight. Dream Catcher! Now she knew that the time she had longed for had finally arrived.

Her childlike joy showed in her face as she knelt where she was, carefully extending her arms just as far as they would reach, hoping to touch the one who had stolen her heart. On her knees she arched her back, parting her legs, lowering her head to the floor.

She felt his hands reach for her, knowing them, welcoming him as a trusted friend, and then again so much more; her body on fire with desire, longing for him to take and use and make her his own. It was as it had been in the very beginning as he held her firmly, smacking her bottom, twice on each cheek, then feeling the line of her spine until a finger reached for her anus.

She gasped at the thrill of his touch, already his fingers slick with her juices, and then he withdrew.

‘Stand and present yourself, slave.’

She did as she was told, stretching herself, pushing in, clenching the cheeks of her bottom, hands clasped behind her head. She was surprised when he reached around her neck, expecting his hands on her breasts or crotch, holding them ready.

‘This is your collar, slave. It makes you mine. You are owned by me and you will wear this as a sign of your commitment to me at all times.’

‘I will, Master. Thank you.’ Her voice was shaking so much she could hardly contain her excitement. They were her first words to him after so long. And yet they came naturally to her, and in this one defining moment she knew she had yearned for him all her life. To hear his voice again now was special indeed.

‘And these are your cuffs.’

Around each wrist and ankle she felt the soft grip of fur. Then he was tilting back her head, kissing her hard and long, driving his tongue into her mouth. Subconsciously her hands reached up towards his to touch, to feel, to know. Abruptly he pulled away, leaving her feeling vulnerable, lost and alone. The rejection cut deep. Her feelings became the thorns ensnaring the rose, the specialness. She had disappointed, had trodden across the boundary. And this was punishment enough, although she could still pay for her indiscretion later.

She felt a hand on her back, pushing her down. She reached towards her toes and the kiss of a crop touched her raised bottom. Her cheeks flinched instinctively. The crop landed a stinging welt. Two more followed. Tears fell down her cheeks as someone positioned himself at her head, reaching across her bent form to hold her cheeks apart, while the other teased her with the tip of the crop. It left her not knowing if further beatings would follow. But then unexpectedly a finger was inserted, then two, easing in and out, confusing her senses, mixing pain with pleasure, providing a cocktail of juices to seep down her legs.

She was careful to remain in position until instructed to move, but it didn’t stop her body from squirming in response. She understood now why Shadow had paid particular attention to detail when bathin

g and massaging her earlier.

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