The Compound by Claire Thompson Page A

liquid released inside of her.
    “Oh!” she cried involuntarily.
    “Breathe,” Master John urged again. She felt another rush of warmth inside her, and then a sudden painful cramping in her intestines.
    “It hurts. I think I have to go!” Alexis cried, her face flaming with embarrassment.
    “Not yet,” Master John said. “You’ve only taken about half the bag. You can take more. The cramping will ease. Deep breaths.”
    Alexis willed her body to accept what was happening, praying she wouldn’t have an accident right there on the table. It seemed to go on forever, but finally Master John said, “There. You took the whole bag. I’m going to remove the nozzle and replace it with a small butt plug.” Alexis felt the nozzle being pulled slowly out and then the press of the plug into her still-relaxed anus.
    Bending over her, Master John released her cuffs from her collar, but didn’t remove the cuffs themselves. “Now,” he informed her, “ You’re going to masturbate while I paddle your ass. Make sure not to push out that plug, or we’ll have a nasty mess on our hands. Oh, and ask permission before you come.”
    Alexis had been sure he would let her up to relieve herself once she’d taken the enema. She lay there without moving, her mind trying to process what he’d just said. Make herself come? While being paddled? And lying on her side? Fuck!
    “Get to it,” Master John snapped, his words accompanied by a sudden sharp smack of a paddle against her right butt cheek.
    Spurred into action, Alexis jerked her cuffed wrists downward and slipped the fingers of her right hand awkwardly between her legs. Despite the discomfort and embarrassment of enduring the enema, she was surprised to find she was soaking wet. As the paddle again made its hard contact with her ass, her clit stiffened beneath her fingers and a small cry issued from her lips, part pleasure, part pain.
    When the paddle struck the rounded base of the butt plug she grunted, her intestines protesting, her stomach gurgling. Forcing herself to ignore the cramping, she rubbed furiously at herself, the stinging smash of the paddle against her ass offset by the rising pleasure at her center.
    “Oh, god,” she moaned, her body shaking with her effort to push through the pain of the paddling as she rode her hand toward a climax. “Please, Sir. May I come?”
    The paddle smashed against her even harder than before and she gave a gasping cry, tears filling her eyes. “Yes,” he said, never letting up with the paddle while Alexis careened over the precipice of an unexpectedly powerful orgasm at her own hand.
    The sting of the paddle was replaced by Master John’s large, strong hands, his stroke surprisingly gentle and soothing against her burning flesh. “I am pleased,” her trainer said as he stroked her ass and back. In spite of her exhaustion, Alexis’s mouth lifted into a smile, his words sending a warm thrill of pleasure through her.
    Master John allowed her to rest awhile, her cuffed hands still caught between her legs, until her breathing eventually slowed to something near to normal. “Sit up,” he said eventually. “I’ll help you off the table and take you to the toilet. You will crouch over the seat while I remove the plug. Then you may relieve yourself.”
    As he helped Alexis to a sitting position, her intestines again cramped painfully. All the pleasure of the orgasm and the warmth of his praise had evaporated. She desperately needed to use the toilet, but at the same time dreaded the prospect with Master John as witness.
    Her hands still cuffed, Alexis was led by Master John to the row of toilets. At least they were the only two people in the communal bathroom, though that was still one too many.
    Under Master John’s unblinking gaze, Alexis straddled the toilet seat. He had a plastic bag in his hand. Reaching behind her, he pulled the plug and dropped it into the bag while Alexis lowered herself quickly to the seat.
    Tears of