Whipped

Miss A. put her porcelain-like hand on my forehead to feel my temperature. I did feel warm against her cold skin…

“I’m fine” I repeated to her.

My voice was nothing but a squeak; the sound of a small animal faced with a much bigger predator and had admitted defeat a long time ago.

What a bittersweet situation; to be addicted and dependant on someone I knew was so bad for me… She could crush me like a bug with just one look and yet, I needed more…

I had to know where she could take me next.

“Okay.” she got back on her feet; towering over me.

The predator now growing even larger than the prey…

“If you say so” there was a cold distance in her voice. “If you really are as fine as you say, you’re fine enough to assist me”.

It was more than a distance… it was a cold anger. Ice cold.

“On your feet then, I need you clean for this”

I followed her instructions just as a puppet on a string.

I didn’t even second guess her intensions.

 

…

 

In the bathroom she scrubbed me down as she had done so a couple of times by now and there was nothing new to this.

I turned when asked to, spread when she wanted…

… And had she asked me to jump off a cliff I probably had done that as well.

It made sense to me that she wanted me clean for performing my duties… but I had no idea how clean she wanted me.

“Put both of your hands on the side of the bathtub” it was still chilly, simple instructions coming from her blood red lips.

There was no sweetness or care…

No ‘Sweetie’ or ‘please’…

I actually missed it now… especially because I knew why she skipped the sugar coating. She had lost her patience with me.

This was a test of my strength. And I decided I didn’t want to fail.

My hands grabbed the porcelain making me bend over slightly.

I heard the shaking of a liquid and looked over my shoulder to see what it was.

Curiosity had always been one of my worse traits…

In her hand she held a large red rubber bulb with a nozzle attached.

Oh, I knew what that was. An enema bulb.

I felt my insides tug and the nausea showing it’s ugly face once again… slowly creating dents in my armour of stubbornness.   

I had never tried an enema before and it did not exactly fit on my bucket list. But there was no backing out now.

“Don’t move” her left hand rested on my lower back and her other put the end of the nozzle against my anal opening.

Damn stubbornness!

I was shivering… my sphincter muscle contracting…

“Anal virgin are we?” she mused as she pushed it slowly into my body.

I was watching her over my shoulder. My eyes open.

I was speechless.

She read her answer on my face and her face lit up with an anoyingly knowing smile.

“First enema too”.

There was a strange sense of mischief in those blue eyes.

“I will squirt water into you, when I remove the bulb I need you to clench your sphincter and hold it until I tell you to let it go. Understood?”

More of the cool instructions…

“Understood Miss A.”

I barely started to reply before she squeezed the rubber; pushing the water into my rectum.

It felt strange… that’s my best word to describe having my rectum filled and expanded a bit with lukewarm water.

Strange.

“I’ll remove this… ” she started to retrieve the bulb from me.

“Hold it, we don’t want you to soil yourself do we?” she was practically chuckling.

She enjoyed humiliating me…

Fuck…

I was squeezing as hard as I could. Wanting to hold it in… I needed to. I knew I couldn’t bear the humiliation if I failed in front of her.

“It might be a bit much for a first time, but you’re a brave girl aren’t you?”