Page 38 of Wanting it All

Brianna wasn’t exactly sure whattheir waymeant, but it couldn’t be good. She barely paid attention as James finally removed the speculum.

Her next sensation was his touching her anus. Her eyes flew to James’s as she saw the bottle of lube in his visible hand and felt his slick, gloved finger probing her tight hole. Brianna was too surprised to even complain when she felt him pressing a finger into her body, seating it up to the knuckle before circling his thick finger, bringing a strange sensation of fullness.

She was reluctantly forced to accept his finger caressing her rosebud and fought the urge to cry out as she was sore there. Bri closed her eyes, trying to regain control as she felt something hard being inserted into her ass. She opened her eyes just in time to see James hanging an enormous-looking enema bag on one of the high hooks of the rolling cart next to her. That was when she realized that James had just shoved an enema nozzle deep into her anus. In that moment she knew true panic.

“No! Please… not this… anything but this…” Brianna yanked against her restraints in a feeble attempt to free herself. She shook as she felt the invading fullness of liquid flowing into her bowels. Bri had never had an enema before but had read about punishment enemas in erotic novels. She’d always found the descriptions arousing; in fact, the thought of a helpless submissive being filled up with warm, soapy water and then being made to hold it, painfully, until finally being forced to humiliatingly expel it had fueled more than one of her masturbation fantasies.

“It’s enough. Too much!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Now she wondered how she could have ever found anything erotic about this sort of punishment. She was in pain and unbearably embarrassed, even if part of her could understand how watching a submissive’s private hole cleansed in preparation for her Master’s cock might arouse a Dom.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She could feel her pussy throbbing and as her juices began to flow, she was furious with herself. Bri shook her head from side to side as she battled between humiliation and the tease of old fantasies from the invasive punishment at the hands of her husband’s friends.

Her complaints hadn’t worked. She began to plead with them. “Please… don’t do this. I don’t know what you want from me!”

James’s face was unforgiving as he ignored her begging, monitoring the water flow into her body. With each passing minute, Brianna’s cramping was getting worse and the pressure in her bowel more unbearable.

“Too much…” she mumbled and only a few minutes later she cried, “No more! It hurts!”

As her groans of sheer agony got louder and more frequent, James gratefully stopped the flow giving her body a chance to accommodate the liquid before opening the clamp again.

A sheen of sweat soon covered Bri’s body, partly from the heat of the warm water filling her, but mostly from the embarrassment and physical strain of trying to retain the liquid in her body. An undeniable sense of surrender was forming in Bri’s fragile mind, and with it an odd sort of peace. There was something almost therapeutic in being rendered completely helpless, in being forced to comply with the cleansing her body, as if the flood inside her could wash away her sins when it left her body.

When the huge enema bag was finally empty, James clamped off the tube and immediately began to squeeze a hand pump bulb attached to the hose. Brianna felt the nozzle still shoved up her ass beginning to expand… ballooning to stretch her tightest hole to new and painful limits since she was still sore from Jake’s unwanted fucking less than twenty-four hours before. On the one hand, she was grateful for the balloon’s presence, which acted as a dam and made it easier to retain the unwanted water. Yet, she was appalled that her ass was being used in a shameful manner yet again.

James finally unhooked the plastic tubing from the balloon plugging her ass and stepped back, wearing a smug expression as he studied her.

The asshole.

“Lukus informed me the more traditional forms of punishment he was using were not having the desired effect. As a basic rule, we discourage orgasms when we’re punishing our subs. I’m pretty confident this punishment isn’t going to turn into a pleasurable experience for you. Although, I must admit, you may experience euphoria when you’re finally allowed to expel, that is, if you can get past the humiliation of expelling in front of Lukus and me.”

Brianna decided to press James again. “It’s clear you don’t think Markus is going to be angry at you for treating me like this, but I wonder what Mary is gonna say when I tell her you’re here at the club… touching me… torturing me like this. You’re messing with my marriage and I promise you James, I’m going to mess with yours, you asshole.”

James gently laughed as he lightly pressed on Bri’s distended abdomen, forcing an agonizing groan. “Oh Brianna, you have no idea, do you? Mary is so much more than just my wife. She’s my submissive. She has been since we were at Northwestern together with Markus and Lukus. She’s been on this very table receiving the exact same punishment when she was naughty, too. I must admit, though… I’m grateful she’s managed to remain faithful to me. Lukus would have to hold me back from punishing her until she couldn’t walk or sit or move without crying if she ever let someone else’s cock touch her. Why do you think Markus isn’t here himself? He’s a Dom, just like us and he knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he’s this angry. Rule Number One for a Dom is to never punish when you’re too angry to control your own emotions. I’m sorry to tell you, but there’s no danger of Lukus or me being swayed by your tears or veiled threats.”

Her brain was misfiring from the overload of information James had just shared. She was shocked enough to hear that Mary, the woman she’d gone out to dinner with several times, was a submissive. How in the world had she missed all of the signs? She seemed so confident and outgoing as the doting mother of two preteen boys. How the hell did that work, anyway? Clearly there was more to the whole D/s scene that Brianna had no clue about.

But she had trouble believing James’s assertion that her husband, the always gentle and loving Markus, was a Dom. Clearly these guys didn’t know Markus as well as they thought they did. Before last night, he’d never so much as fucked her hard, let alone displayed any signs of being a dominant Master like Lukus and James clearly were.

She wanted to argue the point, but the pressure to evacuate her bowels was staggering. She closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her ragged breathing and slow her racing heartbeat, and she was completely unprepared when the slap of a wide leather belt hit her tender pussy lips, squarely making contact with her swollen clit and drawing an anguished cry. When she felt the second stroke of the belt make contact with her splayed cunt, her cry turned into an ear-piercing scream.

Her eyes sprung open to watch in disbelief as James pulled his arm back and delivered another full-force belting, this time striking her inner thigh. From her vantage point, Bri could see her creamy skin immediately turn a bright red. The force of the pain crept up on her slowly, turning into an agonizing burn. James continued to rain down his belt, pelting her inner thighs and pussy thoroughly. The only reprieve from the belt came when he leaned over to grab first the left nipple clamp and then the right. As he simultaneously unclamped both tortured tits, the rush of blood through the delicate areas felt like pins and needles poking her nipples.

Brianna was vaguely aware of her own screams. James’s torment of her entire body was too much. The barrage of vicious tortures pushed Brianna to that secret destination Lukus had sent her to the night before on stage. As the blows from the belt continued to rain down on her swollen pussy and inner thighs, Brianna allowed her mind to float away. It was as if she were hovering above the scene now, watching from outside her body. As a captive victim, the pain was nearly unbearable, but as a spectator, the pain was turning into pleasure. The ache of her full lower abdomen had pushed Brianna to the brink of the cliff. The pressure to expel the liquids saturating her body was exquisite, drawing a long, guttural groan.

If the need to expel had her hanging from the edge of the cliff, it was the hard slap of the leather belt that ended up tossing her over, sending her free-falling into a powerful orgasm. Brianna was so far gone in her own pleasurable little world she almost missed her husband’s friends’ exchange.

“I don’t fucking believe it. That was so fast, I didn’t even have time to stop and hold her off.” James was clearly upset he’d allowed Brianna to orgasm.

Lukus’s voice was quiet, almost shaken. “Hell, that was even faster than last night.” He nervously ran his hands through his thick, dark hair.

In the wake of her orgasm, Bri’s breathing turned shallow and ragged—distressed. She recognized that James had been watching her carefully, and finally took action. Nodding to Lukus, the men each began to release her from the restraints holding her immobile. Once she was free, Lukus scooped her up into his arms like he would a child and rather gently carried her toward the center of the stage.

Embarrassed by her powerful and shameful orgasm, Brianna buried her face into Lukus’s neck in a childish attempt to hide, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kept her eyes squeezed tight, trying to focus on not having an accident. She was trying not to think about the fact that Lukus was going to expect her to use the damn bucket as her toilet again.

He stopped mid-stage and effortlessly lifted her body into a sitting position, on a rather tall stool that had wide stirrups similar to the gynecological table. The stirrups were meant to hold her thighs open wide and as she took in the details of the odd chair, she saw there was actually no seat. Her spread upper legs were holding her up, and just below the opening of the seat was a huge bucket.

---