by Aaron Dennis
Her tight, little, alabaster body contracted at her core, her lower back and hips flailed, and her thighs shook with a thundering display of absolute release. Simultaneously, the dominatrix pulled back on the scarf, wrapped her other arm around Candy’s chest, and jammed her hips forwards hard.
“Oh, yeah, you fuckin’ take it!” Domina grunted. “You, fuckin’ take it.”
Panting from such a potent orgasm, Candy was fully relaxed, totally pleased, and Domina, sensing the girl had had enough, slowly pulled the dick out and patted the girl’s bum with it. Her flesh jiggled a little, and Candy rolled her hips to push her glutes against the fake dong. Little spatters of lube and pussy juice ran down her butt crack, more droplets fell onto the floor.
Domina then unbound Candy’s throat, took her by the chin, turned her face, and kissed her deeply, softly. Their tongues circled each other, a waltz of hot, moist tissue. Finally, the master dropped the scarf onto the floor, unbound Candy’s wrists, and helped her arms down; the flow of blood brought a tingling sensation to the girl’s fingers. Turning around to face her maker, Candy was all smiles. Domina smiled back, kissed her nose, and led her back to the massage table. Candy hopped onto it like a joyful child.
“We’re almost at the end, honey,” Domina grinned.
Her smile was not one of kindness, but a form of indulgence brought on by mysterious secrets. Candy’s lips parted slightly. Her brow furrowed in wonder. She had thought being fucked so thoroughly and forcefully was certainly the culmination of domination, but the master had something more in mind. Forcefully, she shoved Candy flat onto the table, took her arms, and bound her, yet the most horrifying act was Domina walking off to grab a steel pail, which she placed at the foot of the table, between Candy’s dangling feet.
“Put your legs up,” Domina ordered.
Obliging, Candy raised her feet onto the table, fully displaying her sloppy, wet twat. Domina bent over to gaze into Candy’s, sweet, pink flesh. Her clit was engorged, and the scent of pussy sweat coupled with lube unleashed a dreadfully erotic aroma.
“What are you going to do to me,” Candy asked, puzzled.
“Shut the fuck up, whore!” Domina thundered back. “I think you forgot who’s in charge, here!”
“I’m sorry, I–”
“Be silent, slave!”
Domina’s outburst both frightened and thrilled the girl. Candy began wondering what was coming next. Her head still swimming from the rush of the best orgasm she’d ever experienced, she assumed whatever was next, was going to be just as fun, and she resigned herself to slavery.
After a moment, Domina rolled a stand beside the bed; it looked like an I.V. stand with a bag attached to it. The bag was filled with a clear fluid hooked to a tube that ran to a black plug. The master lubed up the tapered, black end, squeezed a little lube down Candy’s twat, rubbed it against her butthole, and slid a finger inside. Candy gasped, her puckered butthole almost unwilling to accept the finger, but it slid in effortlessly. Once Domina massaged her slave’s insides a bit, she pulled her finger out and slid the plug in.
“You’re going to feel some warmth, baby girl,” Domina chuckled. “It’s a hot water enema…this’ll clean you right out.”
“B-but,” Candy stammered.
“Shut up and take it.”
Biting her lip, Candy offered no resistance when her master started the inflow of water. The girl had followed her instructions before their meeting and was all but empty; she had expected some anal play, but had no idea she was in for a thorough cleansing; it explained the pail at the foot of the table, though. Minutes passed by in relative silence; Domina occasionally checked the contents of the bag, squeezing it from time-to-time, and during every second that passed, Candy struggled to maintain her breathing.
Heat quickly washed over her pelvis, and a growing pressure inside her tummy brought a sense of discomfiture. She began considering how much she was willing to take and thought about saying jellybean, but before she made up her mind, Domina sashayed beside her to rub her tits, pawing at the sweet, fatty tissue, pinching her little nipples, giving her neck and chest little kisses. The combination of anxiety, embarrassment, and pleasure thrilled the teen to no end.
“That’s good. We’re almost there,” Domina purred. “You take the whole bag, and I’ll make sure to reward you.”
“Th-thank you, Domina,” Candy muttered.
The girl kept her eyes closed, trying to focus her mind, but her thoughts raced uncontrollably. On the one hand, she had already been through so much and had resigned herself already to see the experience through to its natural end, but on the other hand, she was so embarrassed by what was going to happen after the application of the enema, she wanted to get up and get the Hell out of there. I want to do this, she thought. I’m tired of quitting everything. I’m tired of feeling like everyone’s door mat, but is this really going to help? Getting my ass washed out?
As the dominatrix continued stimulating Candy’s figure, and the contents of the bag rushed to fill her insides, the slave grit her teeth, sucked it up, accepted the situation, and considered what was really going on; it was more than a sexual thrill. She had agreed to be a sex slave in order to gain a degree of control over her life, and Domina had maintained that the only way to arrive at that level of control was to accept that there were things outside of one’s control; in other words, acceptance was control.
“There you go…that’s a good girl,” Domina cheered and patted Candy’s head like she was a puppy. Finally looking at her master, Candy saw Domina display sincerity, yet she wondered how real it was; a moment ago, she had demeaned her after all. “I’m going to pull the plug out, but you better hold it in until I say you can go, or I’ll have to whip that cute, little ass, got it?”
Candy nodded, so Domina stepped away to remove the plug. The blonde held her asshole in. A few droplets of clean water leaked down her crack. An impending sense overwhelmed her, though, and she nearly blasted all the hot water out of her backside then and there. Muffled cries escaped her lips.
“Hold it,” Domina ordered.
“I’m, I’m holding it.”
Another moment or two passed while Domina rolled the gear out of sight. Then, she came back over to stand behind her submissive’s head. Reaching over to rub Candy’s tits, her own tits smothered the girl. Candy gave them kisses.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Domina smiled, took one of her tits in hand, and caressed the teen’s lips with her nipple. “Kiss my nipple.”
Candy obliged, still struggling to hold the water inside her body. “I don’t think I can do this,” she sighed.
“Yes, you can. You just hold it in. Take what’s been given to you.”
Exhaling her hot breath over Domina’s tits, she fought to hold herself in check, but squirts of hot water splattered the padded table. Moaning, and fighting against the cuffs, the young girl reached a point of despair. Groaning and grunting while her master played with her, Candy let out a cry and another gush of hot water.
“Go ahead. Let it out…let it all out,” Domina said.
The mental, emotional, and physical relief that washed over Candy as she relaxed and allowed the warm juices to flow brought about such pleasurable excitation; there she was, nude, strapped down, humiliated, and horny. The realization of being debased and used made her cunt wet and warm. Along with release of hot water, some of which pooled down under butt, she also pissed. Giving herself fully before a powerful woman, she came face-to-face with what she had been seeking all along. By displaying herself in a most vulnerable state, Candy achieved a new level of freedom.
Domina stroked her hair and held her face, saying, “Consider this. After what you’ve been through today, you can survive anything. Even when someone is stepping on you, breathing down your neck, you’re in command of how you feel. No one can control that. They can tell you what to do, what to say, what to think, but not what to feel, so you see, people can control you if you want them to, and that mean
s you’re in charge.”
A couple of spasms rocked Candy’s body. She bucked her hips, releasing the last bit of pent of pressure. Gazing into Domina’s eyes, she smiled.
“Thank you, Domina,” she said.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up, so I can give you that reward for being such a good girl.”
Taking a wet rag and some sanitizer, the master quickly and expertly cleaned the mess, the table, the girl, the floor, and put the pail away. From her chained position, Candy simply stared at the gray ceiling. She was more concerned with the new feeling of indifference she was experiencing. Never before in her life had such a feeling taken precedence. At that point, she couldn’t care less about anything, though she eagerly awaited that reward.
Domina undid the table’s binds and helped the girl by taking each arm and gently placing it alongside her. Then, she helped Candy roll over, took her feet, placed them on the floor, so she was leaning on her elbows—her ass in the air—and Domina finally lubed up her dildo again. This time, she prodded at her slave’s butt hole. Rolling the fake dick around and massaging her butt with it, the master took it with one hand, lifted Candy’s cheek with the other, and slid the dick deep inside her asshole. Sighing, Candy took it completely, pushed back so her butt was firmly against Domina’s pubis, and the two went to work pumping, thrusting, pushing.
“Mm, fuck me,” Candy moaned.
“I’m fuckin’ you, baby,” Domina chuckled.
Panting and moaning ensued. Both women were fully involved the sexual act. The feel of firm cock inside her tight, little butthole brought Candy a sense of degradation; butt fucking was reserved for special people since it was a completely submissive act, and the young girl willingly gave every part of herself to Domina. In turn, the dominatrix slapped Candy’s butt, gripped a cheek and jiggled it, and with her other hand, she fondled the girl’s tiny titty.
As each pump made her ass bounce, Candy pushed back harder and harder, rolling her hips to maximize the internal massaging. Domina was so turned on, she ran her fingernails up and down her slave’s toned back, nibbled her neck, ran a hand over her shoulder, and took her by the face to turn her and kiss her deeply. Breathing into each other’s mouths, grunting, and groaning, the sexy women tongue kissed, and when Candy’s breathing accelerated in rhythm with the speed of her master’s strokes, she shook her hair back, bore down on the cock, and enjoyed the feel of fake dick working the back of her cunt. With a final outcry as tits jiggled from potent thrusting, Candy achieved another, shuddering, mind blowing orgasm, one that made her shiver and yell out in ecstasy, and slowly, the master and slave came to a stop, panting, breathing, sighing.
Domina backed out of Candy then; droplets of lube fell to the floor. After smacking the girl’s round bottom a few times, Domina walked beside the teen, turned the girl over, and kissed her. Candy caressed the dominatrix’s face.
Pulling away from her mouth—strands of saliva extended and dripped over their lips—Domina said, “Now, you have one last feat to accomplish.”
“What is it?”
“Suck my dick dry, whore,” Domina smiled.
Candy bit her lower lip while smiling back. She took a knee, grabbed the fake dick, and placed it gingerly on her little tongue. Licking it, kissing it, and rubbing it as if were a real cock, the girl enjoyed the taste of her asshole. She then opened her mouth wide and took the dick straight down her throat. Looking up with shimmering eyes, Candy gagged a little. Domina patted her head, pulled out, and helped her slave to her feet before walking off to clean herself up and dress.
