Lena’s Journey, Volumes One through Seven

by Alex Carlsbad

  Sounds and movement down below between my legs make me blink my eyes open and I see my master pushing forth a medical cart upon which a strange and heavy instrument lies. I can see a multitude of tubes and bottles with colored liquid attached to it as he rolls it past my line of sight.

  "Like I did with your mouth, I will now test you down here," Master says and a little squeak escapes my tight lips. He takes a moment and comes to gently caress my forehead.

  “It will not be painful. I will be careful. Your first enema will certainly make you feel awkward. But with time, I promise, you will start looking forward to them. Now, for your first one, I will use a very mild solution. I will also include a gentle anesthetic in it as well. The nozzle is only one quarter of an inch wide and meant to cause the least amount of discomfort."

  I hardly listen to him as I try to tame a wild beast that has suddenly awakened somewhere in the depths of my soul making me want to scream and bolt out of this place. Freedom! Let me go! This other person's voice in my head is yelling. I will her to shut up. I don't even notice at first when he places the tip of what has to be the nozzle at my tight little puckered entrance and pushes.

  "Ungh," I exhale air through my teeth as I feel him push past the initial tightness. Something gives and the object travels up quickly.

  Now that the probe has passed through, all I can feel is tingling sensation on my butt where its tiny girth is being fed through. The feeling is not uncomfortable but if my hands were not restrained by my sides and locked in place, I would have definitely made an effort to reach down and itch myself. I blush deeply realizing how intimately my master is getting to know my body.

  "Like I said, the feeling down there on your little muscle shouldn't be too bad," he says as he moves around to place a large warm hand across my belly just below my navel. I whimper at the sensation of his flesh against the redness where my skin is still recovering from the strapping he gave me last night. He applies gentle pressure downwards and momentarily I am distracted from the never-ending ticklish feeling on my butt.

  "The anal probe will travel quite a distance up your butt. Once it is inserted all the way, I will push through a little plug that will hold the liquid in your belly until it is time to evacuate.”

  I don't know what to say so I merely nod. Dr. Branigan knowingly massages my lower abdomen. Finally the probe seems to stop and I shudder to guess how far it has traveled. He presses a button somewhere and a low whirring sound starts. "Now it will fill your tummy with the cleansing liquid of the enema. I have set the power of the jet on low so you should not feel any initial discomfort. But because this type of nozzle only has a tiny little hole at the tip, it will take quite a while for the full volume to be forced in. At random intervals the probe will measure the pressure as it builds up in your belly. This data will tell me how much about the health of your digestive tract as well as the true dimensions of your butt down there."

  Just then the infernal little vibrator he has attached above my clit comes back to life and my entire body almost vaults off the table.

  "My beautiful girl," he gently caresses my belly as he looks at my wide open eyes and straining expression. A cramp makes my abdomen constrict and I hear myself pass gas loudly. My master chuckles and smiles caressing my face.

  "I am sorry," I say.

  "I know. It is okay, sweetheart. As a doctor I have seen it all. Nothing to be ashamed of."

  And then he does the last thing I expected. He bends over and kisses me full-on across my panting mouth. His kiss is long and even though I first wait petrified, I finally give in and kiss him back searching out his tongue with mine. Another cramp hits and its pain mingles with the delicious vibrations washing over my pussy to coalesce with the texture of his lips on mine grinding my mind into a mushy mess as I start coming yet again. My breath catches in my throat and I breathe in small rapid gulps as his lips and mine join us in our first embrace.

  "Don't be ashamed of passing gas," my master smiles and moves his hand a little higher up in on my belly now covering my navel as he continues to massage me. My blush is so deep that I think my whole body glows in shame as offending noises keep escaping from my butt.

  The vibrator stops. Now the cramps are coming almost every second causing a thin sheen of sweat to boil out across my body. I feel a strange feeling not unlike the need for a bowel movement and I strain to clench myself tight lest I embarrass myself even more. Master steps around between my legs. I strain to see what he's doing as I feel something cold and hard push up against my rosebud. The pressure is unrelenting and suddenly I scream as my body surrenders and an object sneaks into me. It is thick this time and fills my rear orifice entirely. Instinctively my belly attempts to push it out but my butt ring squeezes tight into it and holds it in place.

  "There, now you are safely plugged. The pressure will start building up for real.” Dr. Branigan steps around to gently wipe the sweat off my forehead. He kisses me there. His lips feel so soothing along my frowning face. "This process will take some time, sweetheart. Try to relax as best you can." I feel his thumb gently pass across my lips and instinctively I open my mouth and suck it in.

  "Such a good girl. I will be back. Close your eyes and think of me and before you know it, it will all be done. Here, this should help," he says and gently pulls out his thumb to replace it with a real pacifier. Next, he puts a blindfold on my eyes and I am too overwhelmed to even think of protesting as he carefully pushes in earplugs in my ears. Now all I can hear are the silent vibrations emanating from my very core as I remain sweating and panting, blindfolded and tied down to the exam table. I suck on the pacifier for all that it is worth and I start to feel the sensations I now recognize to be the first sparks of my next oncoming orgasm.

  *

  Master:

  I leave my beautiful Lena naked and submissive, chained to the table as the enema machine puts her through her paces. The procedure will not be without discomfort. I have set the computer that controls the pump to keep filling her little abdomen with enema solution and testing its pressure until a certain value is reached. Then it will allow the girl's body a moment before evacuating it with a pump. Then the process will resume until I am satisfied that the correct measurements of her intestinal volume and pressures have been collected. This procedure has the added benefit of giving little Lena her first complete cleanse as well as teaching her something about the nature of submission.

  In the meantime I go back to my office to fill out paperwork and go about my normal business. Try as I might however, my mind keeps flitting back to the gentle submissive and the tribulations she is going through downstairs.

  It is almost three hours before the enema will be done and I wait an extra forty-five minutes before going in to check on Lena. The girl I find there seems to have lost at least ten pounds since I last left her this morning. What had been her already skinny and beautifully proportioned figure is now visibly drenched in sweat and wrested of every last bit of energy. Even her ever so lively feet and toes seem relaxed in surrender as she lays there cuffed and tied to my exam table. Her feet are high up in the air and I can see the obscene tubes jutting out from her backside. Her lovely breasts jiggle as she pants for air.

  I step closer and realize she's oblivious to my presence. I wonder whether she's angry with me for leaving her like that for so long. I bring my hand over her belly but stop shy of touching her. I look up at the ceiling and wink at the red blinking light of the camera there. There will be enough time for me to check on how everything went later. Now, there is only one way to tell whether little Lena is angry with her Master or ready to submit.

  With preternatural care I unbuckle my belt and slowly pull out my massive cock. Still somewhat languid and in repose, it is yet much larger than an average man’s sexual organ. I know it to be almost eleven inches long when I am hard and nearly two inches in circumference. I step closer to Lena's beautiful oval face and in one smooth motion pull out the pacifier from her clutching lips. She
gasps in surprise looking this way and that trying to gauge where I stand. She's just about to say something when I move an inch closer and place the large head of my cock across her sweet quivering lips. I don't push but merely linger there. The moment of truth. Will she jerk her head away in anger and disgust or will she…

  *

  Lena:

  Suddenly, out of nowhere I feel him on me! I tentatively reach out with my tongue and then I know, he has his cock resting on my mouth! It is enormous and heavy as it just sits across my full lips. Somewhere between the never-never land of sexual exhaustion and the next orgasm that I know is unavoidable now, I part my lips and suck him in. He is beautiful. The contours and silkiness of his smooth and bulbous head wash over my tongue as I hollow out my cheeks trying to suck on him as much as I can. I am fairly exhausted and fear disappointing my master but I do the best I can.

  I so want to hear him talk to me, guide me instruct me, but instead I concentrate on the sensations emanating from his hardening cock and throbbing veins as he expands to fill my mouth. My tongue is pushed back and I turn my head to face him where he stands at the head of the exam table. He doesn't move too much but merely lingers there as I suck hungrily. I am thirsty like I have never been before in my life. I feel squeezed from what feels like every last bit of water and energy. It is all I can do to concentrate on working my tongue and lips against my master's cock to stop myself from fainting.

  Suddenly, I feel his fingers gently brush my nipples and then squeeze them tightly. My orgasm hits me just then as I feel his cock begin to throb in my mouth. It is spewing forth something creamy that I hungrily gulp down without thinking. His pinching fingers send jolts of energy through my chest as he goes on emptying his prodigious manhood into me. And I keep sucking for what feels like an eternity. Every swallow seems to bring me a renewed vigor until I realize he is done. None is left.

  I hear myself moan in disappointment. I feel his fingers on my forehead as he gently removes my blindfold and unplugs my earplugs. I am too weak to move or talk and so I stay and I suckle on his manhood as he bends over and starts removing the straps from around my hands and body one by one.

  He doesn't say a word but I can tell he is proud with me. This knowledge fills my heart with joy and I smile tiredly.

  ~

  Punished Again

  Lena:

  He washes me with ice cold water from a hose. He sprays unceremoniously up and down my body dowsing me and concentrating on my private areas and face. He uses his fingers to narrow the spray as he aims it straight between my legs. Its force is such that the water soon pries off and unglues the tiny electric vibrator which had brought me to full orgasm exactly 14 times since he left me alone in the room. I know because I counted. I counted because he told me he wanted to know. If the water wasn't so cold, I would have come for the fifteenth time then and there. Instead, I scream for dear life as he washes away the slick grime of the morning. Suddenly I feel a pull and a jerk and my butt hole reluctantly surrenders the plug ensconced there.

  The long probe which for the last couple of hours has been irrigating my insides and training my tummy to accept ever larger volumes, slowly starts coming out. It slithers forth like a snake until it tumbles from my bottom into a slick mess under the gynecological exam table. My master moves around and washes me down from head to toe before finally turning off the water.

  He is all done. He goes to stand by the door and then turns. "Come," he smiles and I wonder if he's not kidding. I feel as if every last bone in my body has been ground to pulp and I doubt I will be able to even stand on my feet.

  "Come, sweetheart," he beckons again. Slowly, with superhuman effort, I lift first one leg and then another from the awkward foot rests. I groan feeling my blood rush back into my extremities and I squirm around and almost tumble barely managing to find my footing as I come down onto the cold cement. I feel weak and hungry, and very, very thirsty.

  I see Dr. Branigan motion me over. A deep breath and I shuffle forward. The distance to the door where my master is waiting might as well be a thousand miles for every movement makes my tummy rumble and my insides readjust as if searching out new positions in my abdomen.

  Finally I make it and I fall into his embrace. It feels warm and welcoming. I am happy, genuinely happy to have reached him and I luxuriate in his warm hug. He has put away his cock the massive girth of which I feel press against my belly through his neatly pressed dark dress pants.

  Water is dripping down my body and I pull back in consternation.

  "What? What is wrong, sweetheart"

  "I am ruining your suit," I stammer trying to pull away from his embrace but he holds me tightly.

  "Shhhhh now. You worry too much,” he smiles. “Come.”

  I bring my face closer to his and peer into his dark bottomless eyes. I look at him and I feel drawn to his spell like a butterfly to a flaming torch. I can’t stop. His presence, his attentiveness to me are like a potent drug. My tummy rumbles with excitement as I feel his lips come closer and then brush mine.

  "Kiss me," he says and I immediately obey. His tongue washes over mine and our lips mash against each other vying for primacy as our mouths seek to make us one.

  The embrace continues forever and I feel myself breathing through him, and him — through me as he holds me tight against his strong body.

  "How many times did you cum while you were tied down and getting your first enema?” he asks and I beam with genuine joy at being able to give him a precise answer.

  "Fourteen, sir." I feel his fingers on my chin and I remember with trepidation his promise from last night. I failed him then, and now I do all I can to not fail him again. My eyes are glued to his as I feel his gaze peer straight into my soul.

  "I know your mother is worried sick and expects you to call her, sweetheart. We shall do that now. Dress and follow me back to my office. It is my impression, that she would be happy to know you are staying with me." His words take me by surprise. Never has my mother indicated an interest in Dr. Branigan. Then again, she always made it a point that I accompany her when she had to go see him for her medical checkups. As an expert on multiple sclerosis, Dr. Branigan has been familiar with our family's medical history for what feels like ages. He is almost like a father to me and I think I understand what he means now.

  "In fact, I want you to tell her that we are lovers now," my master says and I take an involuntary step back in shock.

  "But –, I don't think she will understand!” I protest.

  "Oh, but I think she will,” he smiles. “Anyway, I want you to do it. This is an order. You have no choice in the matter but to inform your mother of how things stand." Now tears start pouring down my face and I tumble to my knees. I still do all I can to look him in the eyes, "Please, Master, it will destroy her. She always wanted me to date, but not like that… Not a man so much older than me…"

  I place my hands on his knees begging him to change his mind. "At least give me time to think about how I should tell her. If I call her right now, I'm so tired, I'm frazzled and weak, she will think I'm sick, or something worse…" Dr. Branigan smiles and even in spite of myself I feel reassured somehow.

  "But don't you understand? She will be happy for you. Trust me, sweetheart. I have known your mother all these years. I'm nothing if not a good judge of character. I think she will be delighted that you are with me. She has told me so much about how worried she is to leave you all alone. Now that she's permanently away and staying in a hospice, I think she will be delighted to know that you're being taken care of, sweetheart."

  "I – I'm not sure, Master. I'm sorry but I'm not. She has never once told me anything about you. If there were times when she encouraged me to date, it was always with my own classmates from school. Never with somebody like…" I lower my eyes embarrassed at what I was going to say. I hear him chuckle above where I kneel.

  "Somebody old like me," he laughs. "That is what you were going to say?"

  I nod still
looking down at his shoes.

  "Look at me!" He hisses angrily and immediately I whip up my head seeking out his dark glare.

  “This discussion is pointless. If you really want to talk to your mother, you have to do it today. Tonight I will commence training your tight little throat to take me. You will be hoarse for many days after that.”

  “Oh my God!” instinctively I bring my hands up to my lips as if covering them could protect me from the tribulation that lies ahead. The memory of the long snake-like probe he inserted all the way down into my stomach just hours ago is still so vivid.

  “This is what you wanted. You opted for the more traditional approach. I was going to use a catheter to open up your throat so you could swallow me without too much ado. Instead, you chose to have me do it naturally and use my manhood. I told you, it will most probably hurt you quite a bit and render you unable to speak for a week or maybe even two. But you were adamant. If you don't speak with your mother now and tell her that you are my mistress and that you are under my care, you will be the one causing her unnecessary worry until you are able to speak again."

  *

  Master:

  I love watching her radiant blue eyes and the predicament I see there. My sweet Lena's first rebellion. How curious that she has chosen to contest me over this. She didn't put up a fraction of a fight like that when I asked her to submit herself to a long and laborious enema cleanse. And yet, here she is contesting my wish to merely inform her mom that she is staying with me as my lover. I wonder how important is other people's opinion to my little submissive? I have to rein in my mind which naturally gallops away with thoughts of orgies and gangbangs forcing it back to my little girl's present tantrum.