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. Her shouts ceased when, her throat raw, she realized they wouldn t return because she demanded it of them. They were in charge. The cage trapped her body, but her mind was free to wander. At first, she let anger boil. How dare they treat her like this? She was a powerful attorney. She could land their asses in a jail cell if she wanted. If they ever let her out of here. But hadn t she, of her own free will, crawled inside? They hadn t pulled her in by the leash, hadn t shoved her in physically. No, the decision had been hers even though the order had come from Jon. 97 Incognito: Owning Rachel Time stretched into the silence. Her confines became more acceptable, easier to endure. She sat without removing the butt plug, subconsciously knowing they wanted it to remain in place. She pictured the faces of her captors.her owners. She d begun to think of them as Jack and Jon, treat them as equals. She d even started to view them as sexual servants to help fulfill her needs. But they had other plans and made them perfectly clear. She was their property, theirs to do with as they wanted. They d scared her a bit, but not frightened her to death. Tested her limits, but never pushed her beyond what she could endure. Lying on her side, she made herself comfortable. More time passed. It must have been hours, although she couldn t track the passage of time. They d effectively taken command, allowing her to let go of the reins and enjoy the spontaneity of life. Her only requirement was to submit to their wishes. While with them, she had no other obligation, no other responsibilities to stress over. That helped her to relax. She accepted that they d return when they wanted to. Or when they perceived she needed something. They d imprisoned her, but deep down she knew her release was only one word away. With trust came understanding. She didn t want to say the word, fantasy. She realized why they d chosen it. They picked the perfect safe word for her and taught a valuable lesson in the process. She didn t want to use the word because deep down she didn t want the fantasy. She wanted the reality. A small metallic sound prompted her to action. She opened her eyes, got to her knees, and watched. The key turned in the lock, the mechanism opening the cage door. Physically she was free now, but she willingly remained bound in mind and spirit with the man who held the key, and to the one who knelt down and slipped a finger between her collar and skin. Come out of there, pet, Master said with a tug on the leather. She crawled out, stopped, and knelt by his feet. Her head bowed. Her hands lay palms up on her thighs. His hand settled on her head. 98 Madison Layle Her new position awoke a pressure in her bladder. She squeezed her knees together. Apparently noticing her discomfort, Sire said, Follow me to the bathroom, pet. She paused, uncertain whether he expected her to crawl or walk. His hand at her elbow decided for her. She stood and wanted to run to the toilet. He didn t need to make her sit. She did that as soon as she saw her porcelain throne. Relief escaped on a sigh as she emptied her bladder. When she was done she looked up to find him watching her. Her cheeks warmed, but she met his gaze boldly and waited for him, which brought a pleased smile to his face. Instead of wiping her off, he nodded his permission for her to finish the task. She did, and found that it wasn t such a bad thing after all. It was part of life. Nothing to be ashamed of, especially with people who accepted her as she was. She stood. He moved aside to let her wash her hands. Turn around, he said when she finished. She did, and noticed Jack standing in the doorway. He moved into the room. Jon turned on the faucet behind her again. Jack gestured toward the toilet. Bend over. Spread your legs. Her body responded to his command like a spark that ignited a wildfire. She put her hands on the back of the toilet and widened her stance. Hold still. With one hand curved around her right hip, his other gripped the butt plug and pulled it out. The men changed positions behind her. Then a warm washcloth touched her ass. Jon wiped her butt and between her legs, and she didn t feel the least bit uneasy. Go stand with Jack. He was beside the door, so she went there. His hands turned her around, pulled her back against his clothed chest, and settled in a loose grip over her bare pussy. He didn t play with her, and she didn t think to 99 Incognito: Owning Rachel care. She was too busy watching Jon set up an odd looking bench in the space between the toilet and the sink. When he was finished, he looked up. We plan to claim your body, pet. All of it. In the bathroom? Does it belong to us? With a hard swallow, she nodded. He put a hand on the bench. Before we do, we want you as clean as physically possible. As we ve said before, using the bathroom is a natural requirement of life, but we do not find it the least bit attractive. An enema will clean out any waste, and leave you refreshed and ready for our use. Come here. Lie down. She paused until Jack propelled her with his hands on each hip. They removed her garter belt, stockings and shoes in a methodical manner. Jack positioned her so that her butt hung over the open toilet, her legs bent with her feet on the back of the toilet. Keep your knees together and your feet apart, he said softly. His smile helped her relax some, but the nervousness remained. He ran a soothing hand over her stomach, cupped a breast and thumbed her nipple. She could hear Jon moving around, but couldn t see what he was doing until he knelt beside her. He held a full hot water bottle with an attached hose. He hung the bottle on a nearby towel hook and kept the hose pinched off as he positioned it under her legs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Her shouts ceased when, her throat raw, she realized they wouldn t return because she demanded it of them. They were in charge. The cage trapped her body, but her mind was free to wander. At first, she let anger boil. How dare they treat her like this? She was a powerful attorney. She could land their asses in a jail cell if she wanted. If they ever let her out of here. But hadn t she, of her own free will, crawled inside? They hadn t pulled her in by the leash, hadn t shoved her in physically. No, the decision had been hers even though the order had come from Jon. 97 Incognito: Owning Rachel Time stretched into the silence. Her confines became more acceptable, easier to endure. She sat without removing the butt plug, subconsciously knowing they wanted it to remain in place. She pictured the faces of her captors.her owners. She d begun to think of them as Jack and Jon, treat them as equals. She d even started to view them as sexual servants to help fulfill her needs. But they had other plans and made them perfectly clear. She was their property, theirs to do with as they wanted. They d scared her a bit, but not frightened her to death. Tested her limits, but never pushed her beyond what she could endure. Lying on her side, she made herself comfortable. More time passed. It must have been hours, although she couldn t track the passage of time. They d effectively taken command, allowing her to let go of the reins and enjoy the spontaneity of life. Her only requirement was to submit to their wishes. While with them, she had no other obligation, no other responsibilities to stress over. That helped her to relax. She accepted that they d return when they wanted to. Or when they perceived she needed something. They d imprisoned her, but deep down she knew her release was only one word away. With trust came understanding. She didn t want to say the word, fantasy. She realized why they d chosen it. They picked the perfect safe word for her and taught a valuable lesson in the process. She didn t want to use the word because deep down she didn t want the fantasy. She wanted the reality. A small metallic sound prompted her to action. She opened her eyes, got to her knees, and watched. The key turned in the lock, the mechanism opening the cage door. Physically she was free now, but she willingly remained bound in mind and spirit with the man who held the key, and to the one who knelt down and slipped a finger between her collar and skin. Come out of there, pet, Master said with a tug on the leather. She crawled out, stopped, and knelt by his feet. Her head bowed. Her hands lay palms up on her thighs. His hand settled on her head. 98 Madison Layle Her new position awoke a pressure in her bladder. She squeezed her knees together. Apparently noticing her discomfort, Sire said, Follow me to the bathroom, pet. She paused, uncertain whether he expected her to crawl or walk. His hand at her elbow decided for her. She stood and wanted to run to the toilet. He didn t need to make her sit. She did that as soon as she saw her porcelain throne. Relief escaped on a sigh as she emptied her bladder. When she was done she looked up to find him watching her. Her cheeks warmed, but she met his gaze boldly and waited for him, which brought a pleased smile to his face. Instead of wiping her off, he nodded his permission for her to finish the task. She did, and found that it wasn t such a bad thing after all. It was part of life. Nothing to be ashamed of, especially with people who accepted her as she was. She stood. He moved aside to let her wash her hands. Turn around, he said when she finished. She did, and noticed Jack standing in the doorway. He moved into the room. Jon turned on the faucet behind her again. Jack gestured toward the toilet. Bend over. Spread your legs. Her body responded to his command like a spark that ignited a wildfire. She put her hands on the back of the toilet and widened her stance. Hold still. With one hand curved around her right hip, his other gripped the butt plug and pulled it out. The men changed positions behind her. Then a warm washcloth touched her ass. Jon wiped her butt and between her legs, and she didn t feel the least bit uneasy. Go stand with Jack. He was beside the door, so she went there. His hands turned her around, pulled her back against his clothed chest, and settled in a loose grip over her bare pussy. He didn t play with her, and she didn t think to 99 Incognito: Owning Rachel care. She was too busy watching Jon set up an odd looking bench in the space between the toilet and the sink. When he was finished, he looked up. We plan to claim your body, pet. All of it. In the bathroom? Does it belong to us? With a hard swallow, she nodded. He put a hand on the bench. Before we do, we want you as clean as physically possible. As we ve said before, using the bathroom is a natural requirement of life, but we do not find it the least bit attractive. An enema will clean out any waste, and leave you refreshed and ready for our use. Come here. Lie down. She paused until Jack propelled her with his hands on each hip. They removed her garter belt, stockings and shoes in a methodical manner. Jack positioned her so that her butt hung over the open toilet, her legs bent with her feet on the back of the toilet. Keep your knees together and your feet apart, he said softly. His smile helped her relax some, but the nervousness remained. He ran a soothing hand over her stomach, cupped a breast and thumbed her nipple. She could hear Jon moving around, but couldn t see what he was doing until he knelt beside her. He held a full hot water bottle with an attached hose. He hung the bottle on a nearby towel hook and kept the hose pinched off as he positioned it under her legs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]