Be Careful What You Wish For (9 page)

They returned to the Chamber, and together stepped under the ample shower while he washed her, massaging gel into tender muscles, kneading her aching back. He made her bend, opening legs wide, washing between them, feeling into her rear hole. It was the strangest of feelings. She'd never investigated this area before. Now here was a stranger, stretching and poking and prodding as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As she straightened he fingered her from the front, holding her firmly to him. He never asked or included her in what he was about to do. He simply got on with it. And yet it was in no way threatening or unpleasant. In fact she was highly aroused and charged with emotion. She didn't understand her reactions. But he knew. Their eyes met and he moved his hands to wash her hair.

‘Now you wash me in the same manner as I have you.'

He held himself ready, rivulets of water cascading down his body. She filled her hands with gel, and under his watchful eye rubbed and massaged, smoothing into the pliable skin.

‘Hold my penis and rub, gently. Be sure to wash around the foreskin.'

She was afraid. Her hands hesitant, then still. Her eyes were mesmerised by the swelling thickness and length. It protruded in front of him, growing as she watched. It brought back painful memories, reminding that it had been used too often as a weapon against her.

Shadow missed nothing. He could force the issue now, play with her fears, or deal with it later. Oh the bittersweet decision that was his alone to make.

‘Okay, wash my hair and rub me dry. Don't worry about things you can't do. They will come in time. We will work on them together.'

She seemed happier. It was settled then - for now.

Stepping from the shower he poured two glasses of refreshing liquid, then from a cupboard he produced a rule and a pair of scales, which he indicated for her to step onto. ‘Stand straight and erect, hands at your sides.'

She obeyed without question. He noted the figures before him, then moved her to the side of the arch where he measured her from top to toe.

From one of the panelled walls he unclipped a black leather couch, which folded neatly down. ‘Now I'm going to examine you. And because you're so sensitive to touch I'll shackle you to make it easier for both of us. You will need to relax and trust yourself into my care. In future we will do this as a complete exercise once every couple of weeks.'

Abi's eyes opened wide. She wasn't sure about this at all. What was going to happen? Why did she get the feeling he was going to extend the exploration field and that she would be helpless in trying to stop him? Despite her fears she stepped towards the couch and climbed on, careful to follow his instructions.

‘Right, on your back first. That's right, head right back. And bring your hands above your head.'

With fur-lined cuffs binding each wrist, he linked them to a chain. She didn't see him pull angled rods from beneath the couch, but jumped as he linked each leg in turn to a rod, pulling them apart, her vagina wide open.

He was thorough. Starting with her scalp he examined her head, turning it first this way then that as he looked with an instrument in each ear. Holding her lids open he shone a splinter of light into each eye, feeling around her throat muscles, all the time watching her reactions.

She was tense as he held her chin firm. She'd never liked doctors; symptom of an abusive past.

‘All right, all right, I know this isn't particularly an experience you enjoy. But there are going to be lots more like it, so you need to get used to the idea quickly. Besides, it's in your best interests as well as our own. We do need to know you're clean, that you carry no diseases, and that you are going to take care of yourself without spreading germs or causing illness. You get the idea?'

Purposely, it seemed, he had kept the words clinical, the explanation blunt. It was impersonal like the examination of which she was an integral part. But yes, it made a certain sense.

‘Now open your mouth wide. Wider...' He curled back her lips to look at her teeth and gums, then reaching behind him brought a circle of silver towards her, which he manipulated until it hooked behind her teeth top and bottom, stretching her lips into an ‘O'. Still holding her chin he inserted what seemed to be a thin stick to the back of her mouth.

‘Aaaaaah!' was the only form of protest she could muster. ‘Aaaaaah!'

He was looking at her tonsils and beyond, for whatever reason she couldn't fathom. With ring removed he returned to his examination of her body. His hands fondled and played with her right breast. Then suddenly he was pinching the nipple hard between thumb and forefinger, bringing it to a ripe cherry-red. In discovering the inverted nipple he reached for an instrument that hummed softly before touching the offending bud, bringing it immediately to life. It triggered electric impulses which flooded her senses, and she writhed in confusion.

‘All right, all right, calm down,' he urged. ‘We'll need to work on that little baby. It won't stay hidden for long.'

With his words came a tremor of fear. And at the same time a thrill of excitement she didn't understand. Pleasure and pain. Already they were merging, becoming a part of the same experience. It was disquieting, and yet at the same time excited her. His hands were coaxing, gentle, firm. It was easy to trust him, to give herself to him, and to let the myriad of feelings he offered wash over her. He aroused her almost to fever pitch as he worked his way down over her tummy, pausing to finger and examine the crisscross of scars, to her groin. She couldn't see him, but could feel the sensations he aroused within as he used clamps to hold open the labia, working the clitoris, feeling for the wet secret inside. His fingers made contact, first one, then two, sliding their way surreptitiously inside.

‘You're tight... very tight.' His words came like an accusation. ‘We'll need to stretch and work on the muscles of your pelvic floor.' He made it sound a clinical exercise, while she could barely contain the intense spasms edging her towards an orgiastic response.

‘No, you will not orgasm,' he denied her. ‘Not until you've been given permission to do so.'

But she couldn't help it.

‘Not before I tell you, I said. Don't you listen?' His tone was stern. ‘You'll learn to control your emotions, to channel your feelings, and in doing so discover a whole new dimension. But for now, stop.'

She felt the sting of a slap against her thigh, followed by another. Tears smarted her eyes. But he wasn't finished. Cold steel entered her vagina while he used a tiny camera to investigate and explore. Then when he was finished he removed everything around that area of her body, creaming her opening and shaving away her hair. He then proceeded to do likewise under her arms, before releasing her from her bonds, bidding her turn over.

Starting with her neck he moved gradually down her body, feeling her spine, pausing every so often, manipulating, massaging, then moving on. He stood immediately behind while he held her cheeks apart to inspect the passage within. Then felt with a finger into her anus.

‘Again, tight. We'll need to give you a proper workout, together with aids that will help. And not just butt plugs, which I'll insert, rather than leave them for you to do.'

She remembered, and winced. He seemed to know everything. For moments she felt slighted by Dream Catcher, betrayed in the way he had shared their secret.

Shadow slapped her twice, hard on each buttock. ‘Now open your anal passage.' He tried inserting his finger again, and again he smacked her. Then she felt the coldness of steel. Something was being pushed steadily into her passage. She winced, trying to relax, to let go and simply let it come. She could feel the affects of what he was doing as his examination continued, but was no longer certain what he was using or why. Sometimes she wondered if it was for affect.

But then she thought again on his words, about wanting to be sure that she was healthy and clean and no threat to their household. It made a certain sense. All the same, she was relieved when the instruments were removed.

‘All right, that will do for now. You can get down from the couch. But get used to the idea of pain and pleasure because that's what this lifestyle is all about, no matter how that comes.'

He paused, looking at her intently for a moment before adding, ‘And you are obviously more than ready to embrace this lifestyle. From the wetness of your labia, it agrees with you. Looking forward to more?'

Abi blushed deeply. It still embarrassed her to be so naked and vulnerable before him. ‘Yes. Yes I am. I want to be ready for when I next see Master.'

Shadow's smile slipped. He jerked around, and while his back was to her she wondered if she had said the wrong thing. There was an atmosphere between them that hadn't been there before.

Only when they were sitting together after eating dinner did he speak further. His tone was careful and considered.

‘There is nothing essentially wrong with you that a good diet and healthy lifestyle won't sort out. As you lose weight you'll feel more confident and certain about yourself.'

‘Can I ask why you needed to examine me in that way? Like a doctor, I mean?'

He smiled at the worry lines creasing her face. ‘We need to be sure you have no alcohol or drug abuse in your system, which we would have to deal with first. There was also the chance you sustained a hidden injury in your past abusive life needing to be worked on. But you're fine. You simply need to let go, and to trust.'

She sighed.

‘We will need to conduct that same examination again to make absolutely sure your body remains well and active, and that the diet is working for you. Now...' he pulled her round to face him, straightening her shoulders, pushing her hands down by her side, ‘we're going to work on learning a couple of positions before I leave you with your task for the day. Tomorrow there will be time for more. Now, kneel before me and bend yourself close to the floor with your head touching the carpet. Keep your legs well apart, arms outstretched and hands open. This is the submissive position, one you will adopt when either I or Master enters the room.'

She knelt in the way he instructed. As she bent, forehead touching the floor, she felt his hands once more on her body.

‘Arch your back so your bottom lifts from the floor.'

He pulled her cheeks apart, and despite her frantic wriggling, held her firm while he gradually encouraged a large plug into her anus. She could feel it swelling within, and she had no idea how she was to go to the toilet.

‘Now stand and face me, hands behind your head, feet well apart... and whatever you do, don't let the plug fall out or there will be trouble.'

The plug felt firmly wedged, until she began to move. Then it was just as if her body were trying to repel it. Gingerly she moved with more care, squeezing her bottom cheeks together, willing it to remain in place. And again she took up the position as instructed.

‘This means you have been instructed to present yourself. Stand up straight and tall, stretch those muscles. Head up. Look straight ahead and never at the Master.'

Hands moved immediately between her legs to insert a plug between the lips of her labia. Then he stood facing her, nipple clamps in hand. Cupping her breasts one by one he tweaked the nipple, placing a clamp firmly over each. Ooooh, how it hurt! It hurt like crazy! Her breasts were tender where he held them firm, especially the left where the nipple remained inverted until he coaxed and bullied it out.

‘You will wear these tonight. You will not attempt to remove them or you will be punished. Is that clear? Your body is in training, and over the next few months will be pushed to its limits to find just how far it can go, and then beyond.'

He laughed as he caught the agonised look on her face.

‘Yes, you wanted to be a slave. Now you are beginning to learn exactly what that means. But don't worry; it won't all happen at once, although you need to be warned and prepared. You are special. Remember that always over this period. You are under our protection, our guidance, our love. Control, instruct, cherish. No harm will come to you. I promise. However, the journey will not always be an easy one, as you are just beginning to find out.'

He laughed again, but she was reassured in part at least. The words she'd wanted to hear had been said. She needed guidance and protection and love. If this is what it took, then so be it. No pain, no gain. Isn't that what people said? But it was hard to reconcile herself to the uncomfortable clamps and plugs that hugged her body, plying it to their will.

‘Now I leave you to rest. Before morning I need you to complete this “playlist”. It offers an indication of postures and positions which are difficult for you, those which you have tried, those which you have not, and their effects.'

He left then, and she poured another drink, carrying it to the window where beyond the sea beckoned. Like a sheet of glass it mirrored the mountains on either side.

She longed to become a part of the tranquil scene. But she was tired. It was late. And again she was uncomfortably aware of her nakedness and the discomfort in her bottom. She perched on a chair to read through the list of instructions, and to pencil her comments at the side.