How could Master do this, I felt so embarrassed. It was one thing when he did this with just him and Kitten around, but to let Stan watch too. I was starting to pant already. The water temperature was changing degree by degree, getting warmer.
"Kitten, undo Baby’s right leg and attach it to the left."
"Yes, Master," Kitten said as I was moved on my left side.
Master was starting to knead my ass, and rub around my rectum. The tip of the rectal tub was slid into my anus. I tightened. Smack!
"Relax, Baby." He separated my buttocks and inserted the tube so that it pointed towards my belly button. It was about three inches inside me. He was being very careful not to scrape the walls with the tube.
I was shaking like a leaf already. "Kitten, is the bag ready?"
"Yes Master, 101 degrees exactly."
"Good girl. Attach it to the chain there." I felt the fluid enter me. It was warm. Slowly it continued. I knew the whole processes would take about ten minutes and I knew I'd get the entire quart of fluid.
Master was kneading my ass as I heard him say, "Stan, would you and Kitten please take care of Baby’s breasts. Sucking on them always relaxes her.
Relax? Not having someone other then Master suck on my nipple would not relax me. I had embarrassed Master and this was my humiliation. That he would cause me to defecate in front of someone was so embarrassing. I remember when I first came to Master and I was not permitted to go to the bathroom without him.
"Nothing is private between us, Baby, remember that always," was what he had told me then.
Even now I found myself worrying I'd offend Master there. Smack! On the right cheek.
"Baby, tell me what you're feeling. I want you to voice this. You understand, Baby?"
"Yes, Master." Why did he insist I talk now? "I feel Stan’s and Kitten's mouths on my breasts."
"Good, and how does that make you feel? Remember, Baby, I know what you're thinking so if you lie, I will know."
"Yes Master," I felt what, "violated Master. You rarely let others touch me."
"True, Baby, but Stan trained Kitten, so she is an extension of him."
I was starting to feel full, almost distended. Time past and Master was lightly patting my ass. I felt a towel pressing against my keester and Master slid the tube out only to reinsert the plug. Slapping my ass one more time he undid my foot and moved me to be spread eagle again.
Stan and kitten were still feasting on my breasts. I had forgotten who was working which breast I was so intent on the movement of their lips on my nipples. They had a rhythm going. It was as if the same mouth was on both nipples, lick for lick they were in unison. I tried to remember which side was Kitten and which was Stan; I could not.
The sucking stopped and all was quiet.
CHAPTER 12
The songs of the birds were back – not that I could hear them well – I was too uncomfortable. The pressure of the water inside me was causing me to cramp a bit. I tried to shift my weight so the pressure would move, but I was full, no help there. I felt the moisture running over my temples before I knew I was crying.
Time passed and the discomfort came and went. Then the vibrator went on and off in a quick spurt. I arched up in a scream as Kitten's lips locked on mine. She was kissing me deeply and kneading my breast. I relaxed a bit as she continued her ministration. Moving away from my mouth, Kitten trailed a row of light kisses down my throat, over my shoulder and connected herself to my breast. At first her lips and tongue teased and tantalized, slowly getting harder, sucking my nipple in. I could hear her slurp every now and then which only added to my excitement.
Her hand worked down to my mound with butterfly caresses. I started to have flashbacks to my time at the academy. Had it really been over a year since I had come to Master? I had cried hard when Mistress bid me "serve him well" the last day there.
Kittens mouth was still working hard on my nipple as she released the plug. The water poured out and into a pail below me. She was stroking my stomach and kneading it now and then. The relief I felt was euphoric.
She released my nipple with a resounding smack of her lips.
"Baby, I am going to rinse you off and leave you here. Master and I are going down to play with Stan in the dungeon for a bit. Master said to tell you that he would have liked to have had you with us, however, this is your punishment for not obeying." I wanted to beg to come with her, but I knew she had no say in the matter, she was just the messenger.
Warm water flowed over my chest and down my stomach to my heat. She sponged me off and patted me dry. She tweaked my nipples as she kissed me goodbye, whispering, "Master said he would take the chastity belt off when we got downstairs, Baby," and she was gone.
My body had gone limp, and I was torn between wanting to cry for missing out on whatever Master had planned to entertain Stan, and wanting to muse back over that sudden flash of the academy. Had my journey started just two short years ago? It seemed that that was another lifetime ago.
A friend had been teaching me about BDSM and leading me through the various stages of my development as a submissive. This was all part-time, with no real development on my part. Sometimes I felt very submissive, other times so Dommish I even scared myself.
My job was high pressure and I had to be in control all the time. It would take me hours to come into the right frame of mine to be submissive to him and he was a very strong Dom. He said I was a true submissive, that I needed that to be complete. Deep down I knew He was right, but there always seemed to be something else I needed to do, something that needed my direction; until…
It had been my birthday and I was at loose ends. My latest contract was fulfilled and I had decided to take some time off. I was meeting Zack for dinner with friends. He said he had the perfect evening planned for me.
Before I left my office I had put on my red dress, black thigh high hose and silver spiked heals, let my hair down and so that it hung just to mid rear. I stopped to say good-bye to the doorman and the security guard. They had their backs to me and when they turned around you could hear their chins hit the floor. One tried to make a funny about my outfit, which was totally different from the suits they were used to seeing me wear, saying "but do you give BJs?"
I leaned over and whispered just loud enough for them both to hear, "Yes, and I swallow too." I pivoted and did the walk out, the one with hips leading.
I felt sexy and beautiful, and I think I was radiating that feeling as I left the building. The porters were all standing around. I had called down earlier to have them bring my car around, so it was parked out front, but it was blocked in by other cars. Since it was still early they were out there with their backs to the door. I cleared my throat and asked, "Excuse me, could you move the cars?" All turned. For boys who usually moved about as slow as snails when it's time they were moving so fast, I was afraid there was going to be an accident. It was hard to conceal my laughter.
I was smiling really big when I got into my car to go meet Zack, Mistress and Don. The rule with Zack was; before I was to get into his car or he gets into mine, I was to show my pussy. So when he came up to my car I lifted my dress. His face showed that he was a little peeved because he likes a hairy pussy and I had shaved.
He got in and we followed Mistress and Don, her slave, to Phillips. As we dodged traffic, he moved my hem up to above my waist and caressed my heat. He told me I should just let go for this evening and I agreed completely.
I dropped Zack off in front of the restaurant as Don did Mistress and followed him to the garage. There was a guy taking money to put in the machine because it’s hard to reach. I handed him my five and pulled into a parking space. As I got out I noticed my dress was still up. Don had gotten out of his car and was waiting to walk me to the restaurant.