“She is very tight.” Janet reported.
“Most members prefer to satisfy themselves through the use of a woman’s arse,” The Colonel said. His choice of words combined with the upper crust accent amused Richard. “Besides the obvious physical benefits of the tight grip, they consider it to be far more shameful for the slave to be used in such a manner. They make love to their wives in the front; they fuck slaves in the back–very appropriate really.”
“Yes, I see.”
“So to prevent her from being damaged we’ll need to make sure that she’s able to take some heavy use there.” Kate was glad they were unable to see her face which must have been near to the colour of her backside. The embarrassment of having her husband and a stranger discussing her suitability for anal sex while a strange woman continued to work more and more fingers into her ever widening hole was unbelievable.
“I think she’ll need training plugs,” Janet informed them.
“Yes, I agree, we might as well start straight away and get her ready for use as soon as possible. Go ahead Janet.” Kate felt the fingers withdraw, leaving her with an empty feeling. Raising her head once more she saw the woman go back to the side table and return with a large dildo which she smeared with the lubricant.
“The training plugs are quite large as you can see,” The Colonel informed Richard, “which is essential if it’s to do its job of stretching the ring of muscle around the opening. Quite different from a jewelled plug, which I’m informed are worn as a fashion accessory by a lot of young ladies these days. The younger generation eh Richard. With those, the base is reduced in diameter so that the muscle closes around it and holds it in place, but what we need is to keep that muscle open, to stretch it.” Kate felt the cold sensation of more lubricant being worked into her rectum by the strange female fingers.
“Open up, and try to relax.” Janet advised her. “It’ll make it easier, don’t fight it.” She felt the blunt head of the plug nudging at her opening. Holding it in place but applying a steady pressure Janet waited for Kate to relax. As soon as she did, the muscle gave way and the head entered. She felt the pressure of it being slowly inserted until the base touched her tender flesh.
“She took it very well, Colonel, we should be able to move on quite quickly.” Janet wiped her hands on a small hand towel. Kate felt strangely proud that she’d been praised for accepting a large plug into her backside.
“Shall I release her and fix it in?”
“Yes, please, go ahead.”
Janet undid the cuffs on Kate’s wrists and ankles.
“Stand up, and hold the plug in,” Janet instructed. Kate felt extremely uncomfortable standing naked and holding a plug in her backside in front of people. Janet returned with a small belt to attach round Kate’s waist, which held three thinner belts to the base of the plug.
“Thank you Janet. Come over here Kate, let’s see you.” Kate made her way back to the desk area trying to ignore the feelings originating from deep within her backside. The plug felt huge.
Richard watched her walk uneasily toward them. Earlier that evening the colonel had asked him if he was eager to see how far his wife would go. After witnessing her treatment, he felt that he had a much better idea. She was prepared to go much further than he had imagined; what’s more he couldn’t deny the bulge forming in the front of his trousers, after watching her being subjected to the indignities. He hoped she would continue for a while yet.
“You’ll need to wear the plug every day, for at least four hours Catherine. We’ll assess your progress and see if we need to increase the size.” Despite what she’d gone through Kate blushed at the thought of having to insert the thing herself and secure it with the belt, but, she supposed that was better than getting injured when the opening was eventually in common use.
“You’ll also need to make sure you’re clean back there. Before each session you’ll give yourself an enema using these.” He pushed a box across the desk toward her. She looked at the label on the box. Fleet-Ready To Use Enema. “They’re ready to use and disposable. Complete instructions are on the box.”
Kate had never had an enema before and even though it was obviously for practical purposes that wouldn’t make it any less degrading. However she also felt an unexpected happiness from knowing that suffering these indignities were a necessary step towards her body being open, and available.
“You can get dressed now Catherine, I think you’ve achieved enough for today.”
While Kate put on her clothes, the colonel continued speaking.
“As from next week I aim to see you on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. So, I think on your next visit we’ll acquaint you with the strap.”
Later that night Richard sat in bed reading his latest Ian Rankin novel. Kate had finished her shower and joined him in the bedroom. Her white towelling robe matched the hand towel wrapped into a turban over her wet hair. As she passed the full length mirror she paused, took off her robe and observed her body. The front looked much as before but when she turned her back to the mirror she saw the evidence of her ordeal. The angry shade of red had started to change as the deep bruising set in. Yellow and purple blotches were starting to appear over the entire area. Kate would have been shocked and horrified to see it on anybody else, but on her she saw it as evidence of progress along her chosen path. She smiled with pride.
“Does it hurt?
“It aches a bit and it’s uncomfortable to sit on but nothing I can’t handle.”
“You did very well, I was ever so proud of you.”
“Oh Richard, I thought you’d be ashamed of me, I cried like a big baby. I let you down.”
“Don’t talk such nonsense, that was a sound spanking you took, it looked painful, I’m not surprised you cried. They must have expected you to.”
“Do you think so? What did you think about seeing me hurt like that?”
“To be honest, when he started smacking you so hard I was tempted to put a stop to it, but–I’m ashamed to say–as it went on, I found it really exciting.”
“Don’t be silly darling, I know you love me, and it’s perfectly OK that you enjoyed it.” Kate joined him on the bed and gave him a reassuring cuddle. “I like it that you got turned on. The idea of being spanked is a lot different from the reality but despite the pain, I wanted you to be pleased that I’d done it, proud of me for taking it.”
“And I was, but when you started to cry and beg for it to stop, my husband side came out, the side that loves you and should protect you.”
“I know, but you were strong and thought about what I wanted, you put me before you, and I love you for that. You’ve no idea how exciting it was to be begging for him to stop, knowing that he wouldn’t. And to have you there watching it happen to me, witnessing my shame, made me so hot.”
“You are a dirty little madam aren’t you? Come here.” Richard laid her on her back and took her. Although it was gentle lovemaking, the discomfort from her tortured rear added to Kate’s pleasure. Before going to sleep, as they lay in each other’s arms, Kate turned toward Richard, a serious look on her face.
“Richard…”
“What?”
“I’m worried.”
“What about?”
“Oh, whether Oscar’s having a nice time catching mice…what do you think?”
“I meant, what aspect of it are you worried about, you sarcastic little madam.”
“That I won’t be able to go through with it, that I’m not strong enough.”
“Of course you are, don’t be silly.”
“No, really, when he was spanking me earlier, I told myself I wouldn’t go back, that it was stupid to agree to it in the first place.”
“But you don’t think that now do you?”
“No, of course not, but if I’d been asked at the time I’d have quit.”
“Well there’s not much you can do about that is there.”
“No, but there is something you can do about it.”
“What?”
“Not let me quit, stop me if I feel like giving in.”
“I can’t do that, it’s got to be your decision.”
“I know that, and I’m making that decision now. It’s just that…you know what I’m like…I’ll say something and then regret it later, but you’re stronger than me.”
“That’s a lot to ask, me forcing you to do something that you don’t want to do could lead to all sorts of problems, between us I mean.”
“I know, but that’s why I need you to be stronger than me. When I’ve got over it and see things properly again, I’ll know you were right. Promise me that you’ll send me back if I want to chicken out and force me do whatever they want.”
“OK, I promise, but only if you’ll promise to love me even more after I’ve been nasty to you, get me a drink whenever I want one, run my baths, mow the grass…”
“Richard…”
“What?”
“Shut up and go to sleep.”
16
Kate left early the following morning to open the gallery. Helen had an appointment with the dentist and didn’t expect to be in until eleven. Early mornings were usually quiet which gave them time to catch up with the never ending administration.
Despite her best efforts Kate could not get her mind to concentrate on work issues, achieving little of any value. Before she knew it the brass bell signalled Helen’s arrival: the morning had drifted away.
“Morning Kate,” Helen called, as she rushed through the door. “Sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not late; don’t be silly, I knew you had an appointment. How did you get on anyway?”
“Oh, it was just a check-up. No problems at all. Not like some poor bloke who came in, he looked like somebody had whacked him across the face with a cricket bat, his cheek was massive. I let him go in before me, that’s why I was later than I thought.”
“I’m sure he was very grateful. There hasn’t been much happening here anyway, very quiet. Shall I make us some tea?”
“Great, yes please.” Kate checked that she’d logged off from the websites she’d been browsing before leaving, and went to the kitchenette. She returned with two mugs of tea and a packet of biscuits, which she placed on the desk then sat opposite Helen, who, during her absence had started to work through the days Emails. Her eyes lifted from the screen to watch as Kate sat down.
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