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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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