showing some potential. We’ll keep working on associating pleasure and pain. And I think, too, some focus on your ass is definitely in order to desensitize you in that area.”
Alexis struggled to keep her feelings from her face, but realized she probably failed, as Master John’s eyebrows rose, his lips tugging downward in a frown. “You have a problem with that?”
“No,” Alexis said quickly, though it was a lie. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” Reaching into his pocket, Master John again produced her leash, which he clipped to her collar. “We have time for a shower before lunch,” he said. “Right after your enema.”
Chapter 7
“The concept here, Alexis,” Master John said, “is to stop trying to anticipate or control the outcome. In just the little time we’ve spent together, you’ve made it clear you have issues with giving up control. If you ever want to get to that place where true submission is possible, you have to surrender, not just physically, not just mentally, but all of it. You have to give me everything you’ve got.”
Alexis lay on a thick, soft towel that had been laid over the exam table in the slave quarters bathroom. She was glad at least that her face was to the wall during the procedure. She was lying on her side, her top leg drawn up toward her chest. Her hands were cuffed together in front of her, nestled between her breasts. The cuffs were clipped to a chain that attached to the O ring at the front of her collar.
Master John stood behind her. The enema bag had been prepared and hung on an IV pole. “First , we’ll lubricate the area with Vaseline,” he said. “I’ve found this works better than a water-based lubricant. Less irritation when the nozzle is removed.” He put his hand on her hip, stroking her for a moment.
The hand was removed and she could hear the sounds of a latex glove snapping into place on his hand. “Lie still and relax.”
Easy for you to say, Alexis couldn’t help thinking, as she felt a finger, gooey with thick lubricant, rim her asshole and then slip inside. He moved slowly in a gentle swirling motion, and Alexis felt her body relaxing.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Master John said, his finger still inside her ass. “I will insert the nozzle into your anus and slowly release the fluid. Your job is to relax and open yourself. Don’t clench your muscles. Don’t resist me in any way. Remember, this is about surrender. You aren’t going to get to that place you seek until you truly surrender.”
Finally he withdrew his finger. Alexis flinched a little when she felt the rubber nozzle between her ass cheeks.
“Take a deep breath and then let it out slowly,” Master John said in a soothing voice. “That’s it. In…and out…” As he spoke, Alexis felt the rubber head of the nozzle pushing past the ring of muscle and in spite of herself, she could feel her muscles clenching. As the nozzle pushed in deeper she squeezed her eyes shut.
Though Alexis was aware some people found enemas an erotic form of submission, for her the idea of an enema held zero appeal. Or more correctly, negative appeal. It wasn’t just the thought of someone squirting a bunch of liquid directly into her intestines, but what came after. She would have to use the toilet, and she was almost certain Master John would stand there and watch her. Just the thought of this humiliation made her fingers curl into fists.
“Stop it.” Master John’s voice became stern. “I can feel your resistance. Open yourself to receive what I give you, not just physically, but mentally, too. You’re untrained, I get that. So for now, just know I want this for you, and therefore you will accept it. Your ultimate goal as a submissive is not only to accept what your Master wants for you, but to embrace it precisely because he wants it.”
Alexis took another deep breath and let it out slowly as she consciously tried to relax.
“Better.”
Alexis felt a sudden, warm gush of
Alexis struggled to keep her feelings from her face, but realized she probably failed, as Master John’s eyebrows rose, his lips tugging downward in a frown. “You have a problem with that?”
“No,” Alexis said quickly, though it was a lie. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” Reaching into his pocket, Master John again produced her leash, which he clipped to her collar. “We have time for a shower before lunch,” he said. “Right after your enema.”
Chapter 7
“The concept here, Alexis,” Master John said, “is to stop trying to anticipate or control the outcome. In just the little time we’ve spent together, you’ve made it clear you have issues with giving up control. If you ever want to get to that place where true submission is possible, you have to surrender, not just physically, not just mentally, but all of it. You have to give me everything you’ve got.”
Alexis lay on a thick, soft towel that had been laid over the exam table in the slave quarters bathroom. She was glad at least that her face was to the wall during the procedure. She was lying on her side, her top leg drawn up toward her chest. Her hands were cuffed together in front of her, nestled between her breasts. The cuffs were clipped to a chain that attached to the O ring at the front of her collar.
Master John stood behind her. The enema bag had been prepared and hung on an IV pole. “First , we’ll lubricate the area with Vaseline,” he said. “I’ve found this works better than a water-based lubricant. Less irritation when the nozzle is removed.” He put his hand on her hip, stroking her for a moment.
The hand was removed and she could hear the sounds of a latex glove snapping into place on his hand. “Lie still and relax.”
Easy for you to say, Alexis couldn’t help thinking, as she felt a finger, gooey with thick lubricant, rim her asshole and then slip inside. He moved slowly in a gentle swirling motion, and Alexis felt her body relaxing.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Master John said, his finger still inside her ass. “I will insert the nozzle into your anus and slowly release the fluid. Your job is to relax and open yourself. Don’t clench your muscles. Don’t resist me in any way. Remember, this is about surrender. You aren’t going to get to that place you seek until you truly surrender.”
Finally he withdrew his finger. Alexis flinched a little when she felt the rubber nozzle between her ass cheeks.
“Take a deep breath and then let it out slowly,” Master John said in a soothing voice. “That’s it. In…and out…” As he spoke, Alexis felt the rubber head of the nozzle pushing past the ring of muscle and in spite of herself, she could feel her muscles clenching. As the nozzle pushed in deeper she squeezed her eyes shut.
Though Alexis was aware some people found enemas an erotic form of submission, for her the idea of an enema held zero appeal. Or more correctly, negative appeal. It wasn’t just the thought of someone squirting a bunch of liquid directly into her intestines, but what came after. She would have to use the toilet, and she was almost certain Master John would stand there and watch her. Just the thought of this humiliation made her fingers curl into fists.
“Stop it.” Master John’s voice became stern. “I can feel your resistance. Open yourself to receive what I give you, not just physically, but mentally, too. You’re untrained, I get that. So for now, just know I want this for you, and therefore you will accept it. Your ultimate goal as a submissive is not only to accept what your Master wants for you, but to embrace it precisely because he wants it.”
Alexis took another deep breath and let it out slowly as she consciously tried to relax.
“Better.”
Alexis felt a sudden, warm gush of
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