Page 64 of Daddy's Little Patient

“Linc, will you get Cricket’s bondage? I’m not going to make her wait after the minute is up to be released.”

“Sure thing,” his friend agreed amiably, and proceeded to undo Cricket’s bonds while Owen continued to rub her belly and pinch her nipples.

As soon as Linc was done, they helped her off the board and guided Cricket over to the potty.

“That’s a good girl. Almost time to let it all out.”

He told Linc how to deflate the tiny balloons, and as soon as he removed the tube, Cricket was doubled over and there was a very rude noise. She was going to be mortified by this, but it wasn’t a turn off for him.

While Cricket cried and sniffled and expelled all the fluid, he and Linc knelt on the floor and rubbed her back and thighs, and murmured praises in her ears. After a while, he thought she’d gotten out as much as she could on her own. Which meant it was time for a warm, cleansing enema. He didn’t want the soap irritating her intestinal tract more than he meant for it to, so it needed to be rinsed out.

“Okay, Cricket,” he told her, after cleaning her up some. “Back on your enema board, I want to get all that soap out of your belly. You’ve been punished and I don’t want it to make you sick.”

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Cricket had been in so much pain she’d almost forgotten Uncle Linc was still here. But she was reminded when Daddy gave her a few cleansing, warm water enemas until she was “running clear.” For some reason that phrase made her want to hide her face in shame. Which she couldn’t, given the way she was bound to this wicked enema board. Damn Mister ’Pollo and his “present.” She’d just close her eyes for now.

“This should be the last one, babygirl,” Daddy told her as he filled her belly up with warm water again.

He and Uncle Linc rubbed her belly and her back and toyed with her nipples. The pain from her punishment enema was all gone, and Daddy had conditioned her to enjoy her regular enemas.

Along with the floaty and clear feeling from being filled and emptied so many times like she was nothing more than a vessel, Cricket was also feeling awfully turned on. Which was in turn embarrassing. How had those two things gotten so entwined in her head?

However it had happened, she was wet and feeling squirmy. Her nipples ached, and so did her empty pussy. Would Daddy let her come before her punishment was over? She could hope.

At long last, Daddy and Uncle Linc undid her bonds and helped her over to the potty to expel. It was mortifying to have them both there while the water flowed out of her, but she maybe not-so-secretly enjoyed the attention and the affection they gave her while she emptied.

Once she was finished and he’d gotten her mostly dry, Daddy took her out to the changing table. He wiped off her backside and made sure she was all clean.

While she was still on her back and had the strap fastened around her waist, he brushed back some hair from her face and said, “Time for a couple bottles, babygirl. You know enemas dehydrate you.”

She did know that, which was weird. You’d think with all that water going into her, some of it would stay but that just wasn’t the case.

“You have a choice to make first.”

Oh no. The choices Daddy gave her were usually bargains with the devil. She could tell Uncle Linc knew it by the wicked gleam in his eye. He was enjoying this. A lot.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“You can have an orgasm—”

“I pick that one.”

Both Daddy and Uncle Linc laughed.

“Silly babygirl,” Daddy said, and tapped the tip of her nose. “You probably want to hear all the terms and conditions before you decide.”

“Spread your legs, Cricket,” Uncle Linc told her, and she looked at her Daddy.

“Go on,” he told her. “Be a good girl for Uncle Linc and do as he says or use your safeword if you’re uncomfortable. It’s good practice.”

She wasn’t sure how she’d feel about it if it was just the two of them but since Daddy was here, Cricket let her curiosity—and maybe her horniness—get the best of her. She moved her feet further apart and let her knees drop open.

Once she had, Uncle Linc rested his palm on her mound and used his middle finger to part her labia and search for her clit. It didn’t take long for him to find it. She arched her back and moaned as he drew lazy circles over the concentrated bundle of nerves. She almost squawked in protest when he pushed his finger back to her entrance, but he only swirled his fingertip around for a moment and then whistled.

“I dunno, Owen. I think your babygirl is going to pick coming no matter what. She’s awfully wet.”

“She does get pretty turned on by enemas,” her Daddy agreed, and her cheeks burned.

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