The One Worth Finding by Teresa Silberstern Page B

his chest.
    “ I want you to open up for me
tonight, pet,” she whispered, “want you to bare your soul and
accept my penetration.”
    She discarded his shirt before her hands
wandered to his waistband and opened the single button, pulled the
zipper down. Touched his cock through his underwear, so hard
already, twitching in arousal. His breath was labored now. His
chest hair tickled her nose.
    “ I know you’re not dirty. You’re
meticulously clean, everywhere, as is this perfect ass that’s MINE,
but I want to use the enema as a readying procedure for what we’re
gonna do today. To accept my fist, you have to trust me completely,
you know that. Do you have this kind of trust in me, little sub?”
    “ Yes, Ma’am,” he said, his voice
full of emotion, “I trust you with my life. Do with me as you
please.”
    “I will.” She breathed and pushed his
pants and underwear down. “Step out of your clothes and bend over
the sink, pet.”
    He did as he was told. He always did; his
fierce obedience touched her heart. He would fulfill her deepest
wishes. How could she not love somebody like that? She shooed the
thought away and retrieved the enema bag from the cupboard,
connecting it to hose and tube, closing the clip. She filled it
with moderately hot water, added castile soap and turned towards
him.
    “ You ready, pet?” she
asked.
    “ Yes, Ma’am.” He answered meekly
and expertly turned to bow over the toilet, resting his folded arms
on the closed lid, raising his buttocks high into the
air.
    She used some lube to ease the passage of
the tube, and pressed it inside him. He didn’t say a word, only his
breathing deepened with arousal when the sheer contact ignited his
sensitive nerves. She needed this arousal to make him soft and
receptive when she started fisting him, so she welcomed
it.
    She opened the clip of the hose
and heard his soft gasp when his bowels stretched under the water’s
pressure, giving him a sense of utter fullness, making his cock
swell even harder. But he was a pro at this, he took deep, calming
breaths, concentrating on keeping the tension of his lower body
that would help him to keep the liquid in for several minutes. The sensation
of being filled to the limit increased and his arousal made it hard
to keep still. She administered the enema slowly, taking her time,
and he was grateful. Both were silent during the procedure, no
words needed. They both knew each other so well by now, they could
guess each other’s thoughts. Only five days. But the trust was so
deep, he’d never trusted somebody as much as he trusted
her.
    When he’d taken all two quarts
of water, she stopped and reached around his torso to gently
massage his stomach. He groaned with delight, but it took all his
concentration to hold the water in. She kissed his back, let her
nose play with the curls in his neck, and he inhaled every bit of
tenderness, storing it away for lonely times to come. The minutes
trickled by and finally he heard her voice next to his
ear.
    “ That’s enough, little one,” she
whispered, and he straightened slowly and opened the lid, carefully
sitting down. He pulled the tube himself and slowly started to
evacuate, releasing the tension in his stomach, taking more
thorough, quiet breaths while he emptied himself completely. Since he repeated
the procedure every night, it wasn’t messy at all. He wiped his
genitalia with a warm, wet washcloth and got up with a sigh, softly
smiling at her.
    “I’m ready, Ma’am.” He said, and she
nodded.
    They went into her dungeon, taking his
clothes with them, and she ordered him to kneel on the spanking
bench. He felt his buttocks stretching wide and enjoyed the feeling
of openness, willingly relaxing for her penetration, her
possession.
    He was hers, and he would be
hers forever. It didn’t matter that she rejected him, intent to
stay forever faithful to the sub she had lost. He would do the same
for her, stay monogamous, and remember her for the rest