E is for… (BDSM Checklist Book 5)

by L. DuBois

  “Lovely, you’re nicely relaxed.”

  Her anus stretched and she felt his hand press against her pussy. His finger was all the way in her. Charlie shivered, and once again her vision started to get hazy.

  “I’m going to use two fingers to loosen your anus. Then I will insert the plug. Once the plug is in place, I will release the fluid.”

  Charlie’s whole body clenched.

  “No, Charlotte.” His voice was stern. There was no mercy there. “Relax.”

  She sucked in a little breath as he withdrew completely from her ass and then pressed two fingers in. “You will take the enema for three minutes. After that I will turn it off and remove the plug. You will then use the toilet to expel your bowels.”

  “Will you be here? I would be so embarrassed.”

  “If I watched you? Whether or not I watch you is not your decision to make. It’s mine.”

  He forced his fingers in deeper. It hurt, stretching her anus, making her strain away from him.

  “Ouch,” she whimpered.

  Master Green added more lube, but didn’t retreat. Charlie breathed in and out—with less grace than she had a minute ago, but she did it.

  His hand twisted, his fingers rotating and stimulating her. Now that she was accustomed to the width it felt good, and she let herself sink deeper into that hazy place.

  Bent over a spanking bench, ass up and exposed, her body being used, her anus penetrated because her Dom wanted her this way, because it pleased him to use her in this way, was the epitome of submission. There were some things that happened in BDSM that might happen in a kinky but otherwise vanilla relationship—handcuffs, blindfolds, nipple clamps, even smaller plugs.

  But this systematic, controlled domination that wasn’t just physical but emotional was unmistakably D/s. Master Green would push her because it was his right as her Dominant to do so. His right to use her.

  That thought helped her relax, relax and wait as he withdrew his fingers. The tip of a plug—smooth, cool, and slippery with lube—pushed in. He pumped it in and out, advancing the plug a little farther with each thrust, until it was all the way in.

  Charlie’s anus contracted around the neck of the plug. She breathed out, shifting her hips to feel the plug move. She liked this feeling, she knew it—full with just enough stretching to make her aware of the penetration.

  “Three minutes.”

  Charlie didn’t have time to tense before warm fluid started to fill her. She shifted a little, getting used to it.

  “How do you feel?”

  “It doesn’t hurt.” The warm water flowing into her felt nice, if slightly odd.

  “Good, it shouldn’t. You won’t be taking much this session. If you were taking more liquid. there would be the possibility that your intestines would cramp.”

  “This…this session?” The way he’d phrased it implied this wasn’t the only time he’d do this.

  “Yes, Charlotte. I intend to give you several enemas.”

  It was too much. Charlie pushed up, hands braced on the sides of the platform. She shook her head. Her hair, which she’d left loose, flew around her head.

  Master Green was there, crouching beside the bench. “Calm, calm,” he murmured. He stroked her hair back from her face.

  “Master, please.”

  “Please what, Charlie? Do you want me to give in, let you top from the bottom? Do you want me to make it easy on you?” His mouth was a hard line, but there was gentleness in his eyes.

  She wanted this to stop, wanted him to fuck her, do something sexy.

  “This isn’t sexy, Master.”

  He stroked her cheek with his thumb and she pressed her face against his hand. All the while, the enema continued to flow.

  “Submitting isn’t about being sexy. Certainly you are very alluring, but submission is about more than that. You know that; you must if you’re a member here.”

  “I do, but I want to be sexy.” Her voice was small.

  “Charlie. I’m a Dom. I’ve been one for over ten years. Submitting—even when it’s frightening, or you’re scared, or you think you’re not sexy—is what I find the most sexy. The most alluring.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

  Charlie tipped her head up, begging without words for a kiss. He hesitated, then pressed his lips to hers, one finger under her chin.

  A timer went off. Master Green ended the kiss and stood. She twisted her head, watching as he applied a clamp to the hose.

  “I’m going to remove the plug slowly. When I tell you, clench your anus.”

  Master Green scooted a large bucket over, and Charlie felt ill. “Master… oh, Master, please don’t make me use that bucket.”

  “The bucket is not for you, though you’re very lovely when you beg like that. The bucket is for me to put the hose in, as there will be some liquid in the line below the clamp point.”

  He tugged on the plug, rocking it side to side as he pulled the thickest part out.

  “Clench,” he ordered.

  She clenched her anus, which made her hyper aware of the thickness of the plug. Slowly he withdrew it until it was free of her body. She heard it clatter into the bucket.

  Master Green’s arms slid under her shoulders, helping her straighten. As soon as she was up, she became aware of an unfamiliar fullness.

  And a desperate need to use the bathroom.

  She clung to his hands as she stepped off the bench. “Master,” she pleaded.

  “Ask, Charlotte.”

  “Master, please may I use the bathroom?” Her face burned with embarrassment.

  “Yes, you may.” He indicated a closed door beside the tub.

  Charlie walked to the door, nearly sobbing in relief when she opened it to find a toilet. She closed the door firmly, then relieved herself. What he’d filled her with came out in a rush. Charlie wiped herself thoroughly, with both toilet paper and a baby wipe.

  “How are you feeling?” Master Green asked as she emerged.

  Charlie kept her gaze down, both because she was embarrassed and because she was acutely feeling her submission. She washed her hands, taking her time drying them.

  “Fine, Master.”

  “Good. Lie down on your back.” He patted a small folding table he’d set up. The table, like the spanking bench, was metal. The tabletop had small holes in it. He put down layers of towels to pad it.

  Hesitantly, she sat on the side, but the table didn’t tip over or collapse.

  Master Green slid a hand under her knees and lifted them onto the table. Charlie lay back, shivering a little. Even through the towels she could feel the cold metal of the table. Her nipples hardened into firm points.

  “Arms up. Reach over your head and hold on to the top edge of the table.”

  Charlie obeyed, raising her arms. Master Green’s eyes went to her breasts, and Charlie arched her back slightly, hoping to entice him to touch.

  His lips twitched. “Bend your knees, plant your heels on the table. Good. Now lift your hips.” Master Green slid a tightly rolled towel under her butt, elevating her off the table. “Relax.”

  He took each foot in turn, positioning it where he wanted it on the table. Charlie’s heels were scooted up almost to her ass, her knees spread wide, her arms above her head. Her pussy was on prominent display, the lips gaping open because of the position of her legs.

  Master Green stepped back, admiring her. For the first time since she’d arrived at the club that morning, he smiled. “Lovely.”

  Charlie tensed as he wheeled the IV stand and its damned bottle over to her. This time she was able to watch as he prepared the plug, which looked bigger than it had before.

  “Master, is it…?”

  “Yes, this is a different, larger plug.”

  “Why, Master?”

  “Because I want to stretch you. I want you ready for me to fuck. And in two days, when you’re home, I want you to still be able to feel me. Last time I left you with aching nipples. This time it will be
an aching ass.”

  Charlie shivered. “Yes, Master.”

  He put on fresh gloves and lubed up the plug. He bent and peered between her legs. He spread her ass cheeks with two fingers, then pressed the tip of the plug into her. Charlie lifted her hips slightly in response to the pressure.

  “Relax,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Charlie’s fingers clung tightly to the top edge of the table, the metal slick and cold under her fingers. She returned to her measured breathing as he thrust the plug into her.

  “Push back slightly, that’s it. Good. A bit more. I want you stretched wider.”

  She whimpered in a mix of arousal and need. She pushed against the plug, and it slid in, settling in place. She swallowed against the need that was pulsing though her, urging her to abandon her submission and jump him, to find the stimulation and the satisfaction she so desperately craved.

  Master Green straightened and reached for the tubing. He removed the clamp, and the water began to flow. Charlie gasped. He must have limited the flow the last time, because now it was coming fast, filling her.

  Master Green stepped to the side and began to massage her lower abdomen. “I’m going to help the water fill your large intestine.” His fingers started just above her pussy, massaging up to a point midway to her belly button. Then his fingers moved toward her left side and up. “I’m following the path of your intestine. Let me know if you start to cramp, or are uncomfortable.”

  Charlie was already starting to feel full. The warm water seemed to be heating her from within. He checked the bottle, then reached between her legs and stroked her pussy with a single finger. “You’re very wet, pet. Talk to me.”

  “No one’s ever done this to me. Made me submit this way.”

  “Once you’re done with this enema, I’m going to fuck your ass. You’ll be quite clean and empty.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “And for the rest of the weekend your ass will be filled at all times—either by my cock, a plug, beads, a dildo, or some other anal toy.” His words were a dark promise.

  Charlie whimpered and arched her pussy toward his hand. He rewarded her with a few quick strokes to her clit. Her eyes, which had slid closed in pleasure, popped open.

  “Master!”

  “What’s wrong, Charlie?” His gaze swept her, concern darkening his eyes.

  “Please, may I come?” She hadn’t realized she was ready until he touched her. This thing she’d dreaded, which she didn’t find sexy, had her so turned on she was ready to explode.

  Sexy because he was doing it to her. Sexy because he’d demanded her unequivocal submission.

  One brow lifted in surprise. He brushed her clit with the pad of one finger.

  Charlie bowed up. “Please!”

  He slid a finger into her channel, which made her shiver.

  “Please, please, Master.”

  “Did you masturbate?”

  “What?” she gasped.

  “On Wednesday, after we finished our call. Did you masturbate that night? I neglected to ask you previously.”

  “No, Master.”

  “Why not?”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  “Because you didn’t give me permission.” The words came out in a rush. It had been stupid. “Normally don’t have trouble turning it off. But I wanted…” She’d been up half the night arguing with herself that she should masturbate, but the idea hadn’t been satisfying. “Not fair,” she finished on a groan. Her body was being assaulted by sensations, her mind focused on what he was doing to her. She could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone express it.

  “You wanted permission. An orgasm with permission would be so much sweeter.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Do you masturbate regularly?’

  “Yes.”

  “And is there someone you call for permission?” He fucked her with one finger.

  “No, Master.”

  He paused. “Do you have a recording, perhaps?”

  “No, Master.” She arched her hips. It was starting to be too much—the fullness, the need.

  “Is this the first time you’ve refrained from masturbating at home because you wanted permission?”

  How could he expect her to think when she was so close? Her poor ass was full, the plug and water filling her tightly. Her nipples were aching and hard, desperate for his touch and her clit was pulsing with need.

  “Yes, yes, Master.” Her words spilled out fast and rather desperate.

  “When you said you normally don’t have trouble turning it off, you meant your submission. Normally you’re able to ‘turn it off’ when you leave Las Palmas.”

  “Yes, yes, Master. Oh please, please.”

  His thumb stroked her clit. “Come for me.”

  The orgasm rocked her. Charlie’s whole body arched up, until only her shoulders and heels touched the table. His hand stayed on her pussy, one finger buried in her, the other pressed hard against her clit.

  It was acute and wonderful, fissures of pleasure opening inside her.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  Charlie dropped her hips back down, her pussy still clenching around his hand. He gently withdrew his hand from her pussy and applied the clamp to the hose. The bottle was nearly empty.

  “The first time I gave you a fourth, meaning you now have three quarters of a quart of liquid in you.” His eyes were hot as he looked her over. He ran a gentle hand up from her pussy to her bellybutton.

  Charlie looked down and gasped—her belly was slightly distended.

  “Any cramping?”

  “No, Master.”

  “I’m going to remove the plug. Clench when I tell you,” he repeated.

  It was pure pleasure as he removed the plug, the thick part stretching her, then the tapered end rubbing smoothly against her contracted anus.

  “Hold onto me, I’ll help you sit up.”

  Charlie gasped at how strange her body felt as she sat up. She clung to Master Green’s arms as she slid off the table. Her abdomen was noticeably larger. She looked even fatter—great. Before that thought could burrow its way into the forefront of her mind, the pressure of the liquid forced her to return her thoughts to the most immediate need—relieving herself. Later she could be embarrassed. She didn’t have the time or the mental energy.

  He helped her to the toilet closet. Charlie stepped in and waited for him to leave and close the door.

  “Sit on the toilet, Charlie.”

  “Master?”

  His face was stern, cold.

  She needed to relieve herself—her intestines had started to cramp. She stubbornly didn’t move. Master Green stepped in and closed the door behind him. He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall. Charlie bent forward and braced her hand on the back of the toilet, hoping that would relieve the cramping.

  “I’m being kind,” he said. “I’ll letting you do this in your own way.”

  “If you want to be kind, go out,” she growled.

  “That will be ten swats once we leave here. A nice spanking post enema and pre-ass fucking.”

  “Please, Master Green, I don’t want to…”

  “Defecate in front of me? I’m the one who pumped you full of water. I won’t think less of you for simply releasing that water. Nor will I want to fuck you any less.”

  Charlie shivered as another cramp claimed her.

  “Do I need to order you to do it? Do I need to be the big bad Dom who humiliates you?”

  “No. No humiliation.” That she didn’t want. Never.

  “Then the choice is yours as to when you choose to relieve yourself. My gift to you.”

  Charlie turned her head and glared at him though her hair.

  He grinned. It made him look younger, almost boyish.

  “I am not happy,” she declared. But she sat down. She couldn’t hold it much longer.

  “And a sub’s happiness should be
a Master’s guiding light.” He came closer and bent, tipping her chin up until their gazes met. “But right now your Master is enjoying using you and making you suffer.” His voice was low, full of menace, and so deliciously stern. “Particularly because I know you’re enjoying it too.”

  Charlie reached up, wound her arms around his neck, buried her face in his shoulder. Her intestines were cramping and her face was hot with embarrassment. He stroked her back, but she couldn’t let go, not in front of him.

  “You need to let go, Charlotte.”

  “I can’t. Embarrassed. The smell.” Even talking about it made her flush with shame.

  “You’ve already emptied your bowels once. Relax, Charlie.”

  His hands stroked her back with smooth, firm touches, but she couldn’t let go.

  She hunched forward as another cramp claimed her.

  Aram crouched down. “Charlie, I’m going to give you some privacy, because it seems you’re not capable of relaxing in front of me, and for your own sake you need to relieve yourself.”

  Master Green opened the door, exited, and closed it behind him. She stared at the door, waiting to see if he’d open it, but he was true to his word. She relaxed and let go.

  When she was done and clean—and she’d checked and double checked that she was clean down below—she opened the door.

  She stared at his chest, not able to meet his eyes.

  He opened his arms.

  Charlie threw herself into his embrace.

  Her whole body flushed hot and cold with both embarrassment and relief.

  “Lovely,” he whispered. “You’re lovely. Such a good girl to submit to me.”

  She shivering slightly. She was cold.

  “Come now, pet.” He led her to the vanity. It was long, with nearly three feet of space between the twin sinks. Above it all was a massive mirror.

  Master Green stood behind her. He brushed her hair behind her right ear, then pressed his face against her hair, his lips brushing her earlobe. “Look, Charlotte.”

  She stared at their reflection. She had a minute to worry about her curves and lumps, but then his hands closed over her breasts. His hands were dark against her oh-so-pale breasts.

  He plucked her nipples and her eyes closed. She tipped her head back against his shoulder and arching into his hands, begging for more of the sweet abuse.