4 comments/ 77087 views/ 4 favorites Danielle Submits By: MirageLM Danielle eased her car into the flow of traffic on I-25. The early afternoon traffic in Denver was light and she relaxed slightly, knowing she would have no problems getting to Larimer Square on time. “Yeah, but on time for what?” she said out loud to herself as she maneuvered through traffic. As she drove, her thoughts raced through the events of the last six weeks and she shook her head in disbelief. It all started when she read a story on a web site specializing in erotica and sent a complimentary comment to the author. The story was an account of a fairly severe D/s event involving a male Dom and female sub that had disobeyed his instructions. Put simply, the events in the story pushed just about every sexual button in Danielle’s mind. The author, Terry, had responded to her note and they began writing. Before she knew it she had sent him photos and had, through his insistence that she complete a D/s checklist, revealed herself as a sub with very distinct desires that were going unfulfilled. As time passed, their relationship went from e-mail to instant messaging to the telephone. Then one day Danielle found herself hanging up the phone with her pussy dripping, nipples throbbing, and toes curled after a series of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. In the ensuing three weeks, she had become conditioned to become aroused simply by hearing him say “Hello Danielle” at the beginning of their frequent telephone conversations. As she exited from I-25 onto Auraria Way, she remembered picking up the phone two days ago only to hear Terry tell her that he was going to be in Denver for business on Wednesday and that she should plan to spend an afternoon and evening with him on Thursday. Most surprising was that without realizing it she had already developed an excuse to tell her husband should this ever occur. Denver is a “passing through” point for travelers going either east to west or west to east, and it wasn’t unusual for an old friend to call and ask her to meet if they had a long layover as they passed through. So that night, although her mind was racing and her hands were shaking, she casually informed him that she was meeting a friend at the airport on Thursday. Her husband never looked up from the television as he asked who, and only nodded when she gave the name of an “old friend” he had never met. Her breath caught in mild panic as she merged from Auraria onto Market Street and the Larimer Square Parking Garage came into sight. For a day that had drug on interminably, things were beginning to move too fast for her. She spent the morning doing tiny tasks that broke the hours into minutes and it seemed that the time to bathe and dress would never come. Finally, she took an extra long shower, carefully shaving her legs, under her arms and finally her pussy, leaving as usual only the little patch of dark hair directly over the point where her pussy lips neatly folded over the sheath of her clit. As she dried herself with a rough towel, she noticed how sensitive her nipples were, standing erect on the smooth curves of her breasts and she gasped in surprise as her knees buckled in sexual tension when she inadvertently ran the towel over her protruding clit as dried between her legs. The combination of sexual excitement and fear of the unknown was beginning to work on her, and she hadn’t even left her house. Before dressing she took time to give herself the once over in her full length mirror. As she stood facing the mirror, she turned to one side then the other, presenting a vision that would harden the cock of any healty man. A beautiful woman in her thirties, she stood tall, with long shapely legs, a flat tummy and violin shaped hips supporting a full round ass under the smooth curve of her back. Her breasts were full and lay on her ribcage under sensitive nipples that rested on their upturned surfaces. Her pussy was shaved with the exception of a small tuft directly below her belly button. Topping all of this was a face of remarkable beauty and sensuality. In all, the image Danielle presented was enough to turn both mae and female heads as she passed on the street or in the mall. She took her time dressing and still had time to spare when she was done…When she inquired as to what to wear, Terry had only said “dress comfortably,” so she slipped a snug pair of jeans and a white blouse over a new Victoria’s Secret thong and bra set, heavy socks were followed by a pair of western style boots, the overall effect giving her the appearance of a typical female shopper on Larimer Square. She paced her living room for the final half hour before she got in her car…And time just crawled by…Now, seemingly suddenly, she was turning into the Larimer Square Parking Garage and she felt sweat drip from under her arms as she, following his instructions, pulled into a vacant space. She got out and throwing a duster over her shoulders to ward off the wind, walked out the east entrance of the car park to meet the man she knew only as Terry. Following his instructions, she turned and walked toward Market Street. Just before she got to the corner a black limousine quietly rolled to a stop at the curb just next to her. Her mind racing, focused on what she might be facing this afternoon; Danielle didn’t see the driver step out until he called to her. “Danielle?” he questioned. “Yes?” she blurted, turning in surprise as the sound of her name. The driver smiled as he explained, “I’m Charles, your driver for the day. Terry has been held up in a meeting and sends his apologies. He has sent me to drive you to the hotel.” “Oh,” Danielle replied, gathering her coat around her shoulders in an automatic defensive posture, “I-I don’t ...I wasn’t expecting this…” Recognizing her discomfort, the driver reached into the limo, retrieved a sealed envelope and handed it to her. “He said this would ease any concerns you might have.” Danielle opened the envelope with shaking hands and removed a single page of hotel stationery upon which was written a single long paragraph. She blushed as she read a word by word account of the last thirty seconds of their last telephone conversation. One where she screamed in pleasure as she described the feeling of plunging a dildo into her well lubed anus on his command. Only he would know this kind of detail. “W-well, okay…” she stammered as she hurriedly folded the note and looked up into the expectant eyes of the driver. He quickly walked to the rear door of the limo and after he opened it, she slipped into the leather seat and settled in for the ride to “the hotel.” The limo driver quickly had them headed south on I-25 and she marveled at how easily the big car moved through the thickening traffic. She wasn’t sure if it was the skill of the driver or the response of other drivers to the image of a limo, but he soon was merging onto I-225, then exiting onto Yosemite Street, and turning left onto East Hampden. Within minutes they were turning into the Embassy Suites property. Her heart was pounding as Charles opened the rear door to the limo and offered his hand as she stepped out. The questions, “What do I do now?” had hardly formed in her mind when Charles said, “He said that you are go to the main desk and ask for a message that has been left for you.” “Oh,” she responded, “Thank you.” “Yes, maam,” he responded as he walked back to the driver’s door, “Enjoy your day!” The wind whipped her long dark hair as she walked toward the entrance to the hotel. The lobby was moderately busy as men and women, mostly in business attire, went about the business of the day. She realized immediately that her mode of dress caused her to stand out in the crowd. Her tight jeans and boots served to accentuate her long legs and rounad ass and the simple cut of her blouse did nothing to hide the fullness of her breasts and the fact that the combination of a cold wind and sustained sexual tension had her nipples erect and protruding against the thin material of her bra and blouse. She quickly walked to the desk, gave her name and asked for any messages. “Oh yes,” the clerk replied as he turned as retrieved an envelope with her name on it, “This was left for you earlier today.” Thanking the clerk, she turned and with shaking hands tore the end off the envelope. Reaching in, she pulled out a room key card and a note. It read, “Danielle, I apologize for not being here to greet you. My suite is 407. Use the key card to get in and I’ll be along as quickly as possible.” She walked to the elevator and ignoring the appreciative stares of several men around her, pressed the button for the fourth floor. After a short walk down the hall she was standing at the door to Suite 407. Her hands shook as she inserted the card in the slot and it took three tries to get the door open. Once inside, her heart pounding and her hands wet with perspiration, she sat rigidly on the sofa in the living area of the suite. Her mind was racing and she considered, then dismissed going back downstairs, getting a taxi and returning to her car. Shaking her head, she realized that her need to explore her until now suppressed submissive nature was greater than even her instinct for self preservation. She would stay and see this through, no matter what. "It's 1:15 Danielle," she thought, "You don't have to be home before 1:00 in the morning. The next twelve hours could change you forever, so you might as well relax." But she was unable to relax and after ten minutes she began to pace the room, alternately looking at the clock, then out the window. Gradually, the route of her pacing ranged further into the suite until she was standing in the bedroom. Looking about, her attention was caught by a thin leather case resting on the dresser. Looking back into the living area as if to check to see if anyone was watching, she quickly stepped over to the dresser and finding the case unlocked, fingered the latches and then opened the case. She gasped in surprise and her heart raced in a combination of panic and sexual stimulation as she gazed on the contents of the case. Standing as if frozen, she stared in panic and disbelief at a collection of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, paddles and straps that completely filled the case. “Oh my god!” she whispered to herself as she quickly closed the case and rushed back into the living area. Not trusting her shaking knees to hold her up, she once again sat down on the sofa and ten minutes later was sitting in the same position, staring straight ahead when she heard the lock on the suite door click open. She stood, turned toward the door and found herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She recognized him from his photo…Six feet, 175 pounds, muscular under in his business suit, silver gray hair and those piercing blue eyes. Closing the door, he walked across the room and took her hands in a firm grip. Pushing her away, he intently and hungrily eyed her figure from head to toe, not missing a curve or line in the process. Danielle,” he said with a sincere smile, ”I’m so glad you’re here. My god, you’re more beautiful in person than in your photos, and your photos are stunning.” She lowered her eyes, shyness taking over her persona. She was amazed at the warmth his hands exuded and it only served to emphasize her nervousness by contrasting his warm dry hands with her sweaty shaking ones. “I…Um, thank you,” she stammered, feeling her nipples harden and a tingling between her legs as he continued to hold her hands and study her body. The authority conveyed in the firmness of his grip was unmistakable and she immediately understood that he was a man accustomed to being in charge. Although she hadn’t yet fully admitted it to herself, she would soon be bending to his will. “Would you like a drink?” he asked as he released his grip on her hands. “Um, no alcohol just yet,” she responded, “But I would like some water.” “Sure,” he replied, “There’s glasses, ice, and bottled water in the wet bar. Get me a bottle also.” “Oh, okay,” she replied as she quickly stood and walked toward the bar…It did not go unnoticed to her that already he was shaping her behavior to that of one who would serve him. While she walked to the small refrigerator and prepared the water, he removed his coat and tie, loosened the top button on his shirt, and sat down on the sofa. The next fifteen minutes were spent in casual conversation focused on the cool weather and traffic in Denver. As Terry finished his water he stood and excused himself, walking into the bedroom to change clothes. He had no sooner left the room when Danielle heard him stop just inside the bedroom door. After a pause that seemed to last an hour he turned and re-entered the living area. Danielle turned only to see his steely eyes boring into her with anger. “Well,” he gritted through clenched teeth, “I see you had time to snoop through my belongings.” Dropping her gaze in fear she said, “W-what do you mean?” “You know damn well what I mean.” He replied as he strode across the room, “That case was latched when I left here, the latches are open. You’re the only one who has been in the room.” “I-I’m sorry…” she stammered, “I was nervous and more than a little scared. I didn’t mean to…” “Well,” he responded, “At least we can dispense with the formalities.” “Formalities?” she asked, raising her gaze to meet his only to look down again under the anger blazing in his eyes. “Yes, Danielle,” he responded sharply, “I was going to take it easy on you at first. Ease you into this a little at the time, but I’ve changed my mind. Motioning to an area in the room devoid of furniture and covered only with carpet, he spat, “Stand up and get over here!” Danielle quickly stood and stepped to the place he had indicated. “Now,” he said as he leaned against the back of the sofa, “Put your feet together, legs straight, ass tucked in, shoulders back and lace your fingers behind your neck.” Heart pounding Danielle moved into the position he described and stood staring at the floor. “Raise your head and look straight ahead!” he commanded. “Yes sir,” she automatically responded. For the next five minutes she stood ramrod straight as he paced around her pausing to look at her from every angle. Finally, he turned to walk toward the bedroom. She wondered if she could relax when he turned and briefly and said, “Don’t move a muscle.” When he returned to the room, he was dressed in a pair of jeans, an oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up his muscular arms, and worn leather loafers. Danielle followed him with her eyes as he moved to his glass of water, but she didn’t move a muscle and didn’t say a word. Her heart however, raced in full panic mode and as memories of what he had made her do during phone sex raced through her mind she could only imagine what was in store for her. “It’s time to get started,” he said, “We have a lot to do before we go out tonight?” “Out?’ she blurted reflexively, turning slightly toward him. “Get back in position,” he warned sternly, “Yes, we going out to dinner tonight with some close friends of mind.” Again, her mind raced in panic and her eyes filled with fear. “You have a concern?” he asked. “Yes,” she whispered. “Then tell me,” he said. “I have no dinner wear with me,” she, “You said dress comfortable so I wore this.” “Oh, that’s no problem,” he smiled, “We’ll take care of that shortly.” “But,” she began only to hear him say, “I said we’ll take care of it Danielle.” "Yes, s-sir,” she whispered. “Okay, let’s get going here,” he smiled as he set a chair about four feet in front of her and sat down, “The first thing you are to do is get those clothes off.” Wha…?” she blurted as she dropped her gaze to stare at him open mouthed. “Undress…Remove your clothes,” he shrugged. “But-t …” she stammered. “Danielle,” he stood sighing with exasperation, “You know why you came here. I know why you came here. It is time to get started. Now either you begin to do as I say, or we just call this off. I can have Charles at the lobby door and get you on your way back to your mundane little world in two minutes or we can proceed here. You have two minutes to make up your mind.” Danielle stood in position as he left the room. Her mind was tortured, torn between her fear of the impending pain and humiliation she knew she was facing and the need to embrace her submissive tendencies and experience what she had until now only fantasized about. After what seemed to be an hour he returned. “Have you made your decision?" he asked as he stood in the door. “Yes.” She stated simply, not moving. “And?” he questioned. “With your permission, I would like to undress now.” Without changing expression he sat down and said, “Proceed.” Danielle had never given any thought to how to undress before a stranger. She had removed her clothing in front of boyfriends and later her husband countless times, but never before a stranger. Vanity caused her to want to make her disrobing a sexy as possible, but shyness caused her to want to stay covered as long as possible. Taking a deep breath, she moved to the sofa and leaning against its back, struggled to remove her boots. Her heavy socks quickly followed and she stepped barefooted back to the center of the room. In her mind she debated, vanity versus shyness, which piece of outer clothing to remove first. Her shyness won out and thinking that the tail of her blouse would cover the area below her waist she unbuttoned then slid out of the jeans. Terry sat transfixed, staring avidly at the sight of her beautiful bare long legs extending for what seemed forever from under the white material of her blouse. She fumbled as she folded the jeans and placed then on the back of the sofa, then turned to face him. “Wait,” he said suddenly, “Get back into position.” Heart pounding, she put her feet together and straightened herself into the position he prescribed, finally lacing her fingers behind her neck. The effect was to raise her breasts and tighten the material of the blouse across them, highlighting the now rock hard erection of her nipples inside her thin bra. Simultaneously, the hem of her blouse was raised so that Terry could easily see the satin covered mound of her nearly nude pubis. It did not go unnoticed that a small wet spot had appeared at the center of the crotch of her panties. Terry stood and paced around Danielle. She gasped as he stopped and glossed his hand over the smooth skin on the backs of her thighs, then bit her lips as he stroked the bare surfaces of her buttocks left exposed by the thong, Then, returning to his chair, he nodded, “Go ahead.” Taking a deep breath she reached to unfasten the buttons of her blouse and although she had done so thousands of times, she struggled to do it smoothly. Finally she shucked the blouse off her shoulders and placed it on top of her jeans. Again he had her return to her position and she stood looking straight ahead, the calm expression on her face belying the turmoil in her mind and the raging feeling of sexual excitement growing between her legs. He had known from the photos she sent him online that she had wonderfully full breasts, but was unprepared for what she presented him in that room. Her breasts were the full globes of a mature woman, sloping slightly in the confines of her bra, the nipples erect and protruding in a manner brought on only by extreme sexual arousal. As he watched her standing there he could see her chest rising and falling as her breathing reached what could only be described as a pant. Her inhibitions were rapidly being overcome by her arousal. ”Okay,” he nodded, “Go ahead.” Danielle Submits Ch. 02 NOTE: This is Part 2 of a story sequence. You may wish to read “Danielle Submits” before reading this segment. Danielle lay quietly on the bed, heart racing at what she had overheard. “Did he really say something about an enema?” she thought to herself. Curling tighter into her fetal position she shivered at the thought of having to endure such a thing. “Danielle!” her thoughts were interrupted by Terry’s voice, “Come here.” She quickly scrambled off the bed and still nude, padded into the living room of the hotel suite. Before she could say anything he motioned her to the center of the room. “Assume your position,” he said simply as he stood looking at her. Danielle immediately spread her feet the requisite 24 inches, laced her fingers behind her head, and pulled herself rigidly erect, all the while staring straight ahead. Her breathing had quickened and her breast rose and fell with each breath. She was aware of his eyes on her and her nipples hardened as she stood, unable to conceal any of her lush body from his gaze. “Danielle, I have to say that I am less than pleased with your behavior since you have arrived here,” he said as he leaned against the back of the sofa crossing his arms in the process. “I-I’m s-sorry,” Danielle stuttered, immediately reduced to that little girl she so quickly became when someone was displeased with her. “Well, being sorry isn’t enough.” he growled. “You came in here before I got out of my meeting and immediately went into my personal belongings. Then you resisted when I had Luan up here to fit you for clothing for this evening. Then to top it off you acted like a child while she was shaving you. Do you have any excuse for your behavior?” “I w-was scared,” Danielle stammered, “I didn’t know what was going to h-happen.” “Well, that might be a reason Danielle, but it isn’t an excuse,” he replied. “Didn’t we go through all of this in our phone conversations before we arranged for you to visit?” “Y-yes…” she replied. “And didn’t I explain that you were to obey me without hesitation, no matter what I told you to do?” He asked as he moved to stand in front of her. “Y-yes…” she replied again. “And you came up here and behaved like a child.” he stated flatly. “Yes…I’m so sorry.” Danielle replied, dropping her gaze to the floor. “We did discuss what would happen if you disobeyed or misbehaved?” He questioned as his hands reached up and took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, lightly squeezing. “Unh! Yes-s-s-s-s!” she hissed as her pussy began to throb and her clit grew in both dread and anticipation of what she thought was to come. “And what was that?” he continued. “That I would be p-punished.” She said with eyes closed and knees trembling as his grip on her nipples tightened. “Have you ever heard of a punishment enema?” he asked, releasing her nipples as suddenly as he grasped them. “W-what?” she gasped, eyes opening wide in surprise and fear. “You heard me,” he stated simply. “Y-yes, I’ve read of them on the Internet.” She replied, her heart racing. “What is a punishment enema?” he asked as he studied her reaction. “W-well, it’s when an e-enema is given to inflict p-pain and discomfort,” she replied, uncertain what his point was. “Exactly,” he replied, “And you are going to have one today.” “Oh g-god no Terry! P-please don’t make me! Please…” she begged, dropping her hands and wringing them in anguish. “Get back in position Danielle!” he barked. She quickly moved back to her position, but tears ran down her face as she stood waiting for his next words. “Tonight’s activities will require that you have a cleansing enema before we go to dinner, so I thought I would combine that with your punishment and kill two birds with one stone so to speak.” He stated without emotion. “B-but…” Danielle interrupted. “Hush Danielle!” he growled. “Damn girl, your mouth gets you in so much trouble! Now you have the same choice as before. Take your punishment like a grown woman or I’ll walk you to the elevator this instance and let you arrive on in the lobby without clothing.” “But…” she stammered again. “Danielle! Which is it?” he braked in frustration. Danielle paused on slightly before she sighed in resignation and whispered, “I’ll stay.” Before Terry could reply, there was a knock at the door and Terry walked over to open it. Danielle, despite her need to hide her nude body, forced herself to remain in the position and stared straight ahead as Terry admitted two women, a blonde and a redhead, dressed in nurse’s uniforms. One was carrying a large briefcase and the other a long narrow case. The blonde immediately walked to where Danielle was standing. “Oh, look Lori!” she exclaimed as the redhead walked over, “Terry’s got a beauty this time!” Lori walked over and without hesitation cupped Danielle’s breasts lifting she ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Oh, yeah, Leeza,” she cooed, “She’s really something!” Danielle’s knees trembled and her breathing began to rasp as Lori continued to lightly punish her now flinty nipples. “And look!” Leeza continued, “She’s already hot as can be!” Danielle blushed as they discussed her like she was a doll or a small child, but was unable to quiet her raging sexual excitement. “So Terry,” Lori said turning to face him, “We’re doing a punishment job then a cleansing enema?” “That’s it,” Terry stated simply. “Where do you want her?” After looking around the suite, Lori said, “Let’s just use the bedroom. The bath will be closer at hand that way when she needs to use it.” Danielle blushed in panic at the thought of what Lori was implying. “What’s your name sweetie?” Leeza questioned as she absentmindedly stroked Danielle’s nude hip. “D-Danielle” she replied staring at the floor in embarrassment. “Okay Danielle,” Lori said, “Let’s get you in here and ready.” Danielle cast one last pleading glance in Terry’s direction only to have it met with a cold, warning stare. Dropping her hands to her side, she walked into the bedroom, feeling like a small child about to be spanked for bad behavior. “Okay darling,” Lori continued, “Just crawl up on the bed and get on your hands and knees.” “Oh!” Danielle gasped, as Lori firmly grasped her arm and placed her on the bed. Meanwhile there was a clatter as Leeza began opening the two cases and removing various pieces of equipment. Soon Lori had Danielle positioned in the center of the bed on her hands and knees. Danielle, blushed red as she imagined the spectacle she presented….Ass in the air, knees spread wide with both her anus and now dripping pussy fully exposed and her breasts hanging down with her nipples rigidly erect. She was brought back to reality as she felt one of the nurses pulling straps around her thighs just above each knee. “Wha…?” she blurted in panic. “Hush sweetie,” Lori cooed, “It just the straps for the spreader bar.” “Spreader bar?” Danielle questioned as she turned to face Terry who was now leaning against the door to the room. “They’ll use straps and bars to keep you in the proper position Danielle.” He explained. And just as she heard the clips on the bar snap into the eyes on the leather straps on her legs she remembered from stories that she had read how bars were often used to hold subjects’ legs apart when “things” got unpleasant. “P-please! I’ll behave!” she begged as her heart pounded in panic at the thought of losing all control “Please don’t restrain me!” “Oh but see Danielle,” Terry explained calmly, “You aren’t behaving. You’re acting like a small child.” All the while Leeza and Lori continued their preparation. After attaching the spreader bar to Danielle’s legs they then placed leather cuffs on her wrists. Before Danielle could begin to struggle they pulled her wrists to the straps on her legs and clipped them to the bar as well. The result was to push Danielle’s breasts into the bed and elevate her ass so that the elevation, combined with the effect of the spreader bar, left her ass cheeks splayed apart and her anus totally exposed. Finally Leeza placed a pillow under Danielle’s upper body. “You won’t e able to move much sweetie,” she teased, “But at least you will be able to breathe!” By turning her head Danielle could just barely see through a full length mirror what was going on in the room. She gasped as she saw a tall chrome IV stand that had been set up and the foot of the bed. Hanging from the hook on the stand was a large red enema bag out of which ran a long tube which was looped over the other hook on the stand. At the end of the tube was a strange looking device consisting of what looked to be two deflated balloons and two bulbs like those on an old fashioned blood pressure cuff. Danielle’s heart began to pound as she saw Leeza pour two large containers of cloudy liquid into the enema bag. The bag now hung heavily on the IV stand as Lori picked up the tube and began to spread clear lubricant all over the device on the end. “We’re about ready Terry,” Leeza stated as she patted Danielle’s upturned ass. “Danielle, look at me!” Terry commanded in a tone of voice she had not heard before. She turned her head and gasped at the cold expression on his face. “Danielle, any time you are punished, I will tell you what you are being punished for and what your punishment will consist of. Is that clear?” “Yes sir” Danielle whispered as she nodded her understanding. “In the past two hours you have gone into my personal belongings, resisted my instructions and behaved like a little brat in front of my friend Luan. For this, you will receive a punishment enema. Do you understand? “Yes,” came her whispered reply. “Do you wish to leave now?” He inquired. “You do have that option.” “N-no s-sir,” she whispered again. “I’ll stay.” “Okay,” he stated without inflection then turned to the two nurses, “Leeza will explain your punishment.” Danielle, heart pounding, turned to face the opposite side of the bed where Leeza stood holding the end of the enema tube which glistened with its coating of lubricant. “Danielle, this is a twin bulb enema tip.” Leexa explained quietly. “Each bulb inflates with these little pumps. We will insert the first bulb into your anus and once it is inside you we’ll pump it up like this” Using a few quick squeezes on the inflation bulb Leeza filled the bulb until it was tight and glistened with lube. “Oh my god!” Danielle whispered in growing panic as she realized what was about to happen. “Then,” Leeza continued, “We’ll pump up the bulb on the outside of your anus like this.” She quickly filled the outside bulb as well and held it so that Danielle could see that virtually no space remained between the two glistening balloons of rubber. “That way,” Lori interjected, “You won’t leak when we fill your cute little butt with the enemas you’re going to get!” “I d-don’t think I can d-do this!” Danielle begged as she turned back to Terry. “Too late,” Terry replied with a cruel grin. “You had your chance to leave and didn’t take it. Now you have to get through this before you’re given the choice to leave or stay.” “B-but I j-just d-don’t think I c-can…” she stammered struggling in vain against the straps that held her in position, finally giving up and closing her eyes in resignation to her fate. Without saying anything else to Danielle, Terry turned to Lori and Leeza and said, “Go ahead ladies.” Danielle’s eyes flew open at the sound of two pair of surgical gloves snapping onto the nurses’ hands. There was a brief hesitation then she gasped as she felt warm lubricant being spread around her anus. “Just relax baby,” Lori cooed as she used her gloved finger to spread lubricant around the sensitive opening of Danielle’s anus. “Oh p-please d-don’t do this!” Danielle begged as Lori began to lightly push her finger into the now winking opening. After a couple of partial penetrations Lori swiftly impaled the quaking Danielle, pushing her middle finger in until the knuckle rested against the crinkled tissue of Danielle’s anus. “Y-i-i-i-i-e-e-e-e-e!” Danielle squealed at the full insertion of Lori’s finger, puffing her breath in and out as Lori pumped her finger in and out. In only a few strokes Danielle felt her clit begin to engorge and despite her best efforts could not resist pushing back against Lori’s invading finger. “Well well,” Lori grinned. “Look at this Leeza! This little one seems to enjoy a finger in her butt!” “Whoa! No shit!” Leeza replied. “God, look at that clit sticking out of its hood!” Grinning wickedly Lori roughly stroked her finger in and out of Danielle’s clinching anus while Leeza reached between her legs and lightly stroked her burgeoning clit. “Ah y-yes! Oh m-my god! Yes!” Danielle panted as she struggled against her bindings as her orgasm began to build. Suddenly, cruelly, both Lori and Leeza withdrew their hands and left Danielle embarrassingly hunching the air in vain. Without hesitation, Leeza picked up the dual bulb and after spreading more lube on it, pressed the tip into Danielle’s anus. “Wha…?” Danielle cried out as she felt the folded rubber of the balloon slide into her upturned ass. Just as suddenly the bulb slid into place and Danielle simultaneously heard and felt the air being pumped into the balloon inside her anus. “Y-i-i-i-e-e-e-e!” Oh m-my god p-please don’t d-do this!” she cried out as the second bulb began to inflate. The sensation of her rectum being pressed against from the inside was soon joined by the outer balloon filling until it pressed against the soft tissue of her anus and pushed against the widespread cheeks of her ass. “Oh my god! Please take it out!” she cried as she stared straight ahead, unable to move. “Hush girl!” Leeza scolded as she gave the tube a tug to insure it was in place. “Just relax. You have a long way to go yet!” After letting her rest a moment, Leeza put her hand on Danielle’s hip. “We’re going to start your first enema now baby,” she said soothingly. “This is your punishment enema. We have mixed a harsh sop with the water and I can tell you that you are going to be very uncomfortable. Try to take deep breaths and relax and it might be a little easier on you.” Then, turning to Terry, Lori raised an eyebrow in question and Terry nodded. Danielle heard to clamp on the enema bag click open and immediately felt a rush of warm water in her bowels. At first the feeling was rather pleasant, warming her rectum and bowels, but it soon began to feel uncomfortable as her bowels filled and the flow of water continued unabated. Danielle grunted as the first cramp hit, and gasped as it was quickly followed by a second and third. “O-oh please help me!” she cried out as she struggled against the leather holding her in place. “Please don’t do this to me!” “Oh baby,” Leeza cooed as she rubbed Danielle’s belly working the enema deeper into her bowels, “You have such a long way to go yet.” Soon Danielle’s body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration as she suffered through repeated cramping of her bowels and soon, to her total embarrassment, she heard herself begging to be allowed to go to the toilet. “Oh p-please!” she cried out, “I’m so full…I’m going to mess the bed! Please let me go to the toilet! P-please let me go…I’ll be good, I promise! P-please just let me go!” Finally, after more than thirty minutes, Terry nodded his permission to the nurses and they quickly removed the straps from her arms and legs. Danielle, found to her horror that she was so full that she couldn’t walk without assistance and they helped her onto the toilet seat. The final embarrassment came when Lori reached around behind Danielle and released the valve on the inner balloon, allowing it to deflate and the offending liquid to rush from her body. Despite her abject embarrassment, they had to hold her as she sat on the toilet and emptied her bowels. Before she knew it, Danielle found herself back on the bed on her hands and knees with Lori feeding the inflatable bulb back into her anus. “Why?” Danielle moaned in terror at the possibility of another punishment. “Hush baby,” Lori cooed, “You’ll like this…It’ll soothe you.” Again there was the inflation of the balloons in her anus and again the rush of warm water, but this time just as the cramps began, Lori ran her finger over Danielle’s clit, slowly teasing it into erection. “Oh y-e-e-s-s-s-s!” Danielle gasped as the pressure on her clit increased. At the same time Leeza reached under Danielle and began to pinch and twist her nipples until she was gasping in passion. The water in her bowels could be heard sloshing as she alternately squirmed against Lori’s finger as it punished her clit and pushed her nipples into the pinching grip of Leeza’s fingers. Soon she was panting and crying out in orgasm, caught in a miasma of sensations that she had never experienced before. Again she was put through the embarrassing ordeal of relieving herself with the help of the nurses who again had to hold her on the seat of the toilet lest she collapse. Finally, the nurses stood her in the shower and bathed her with scented soap, taking one last opportunity to finger her anus and pussy until she had one last knee buckling orgasm. They dried her with a warm towel and put her to bed. She fell asleep immediately, whimpering as her body shuddered with one last tiny orgasm. It was 4:15. Danielle Submits She paused, then reached to the center of her chest to release the catch on her bra. There was a moment’s hesitation and she paused as if this was the point of no return. “Oh god,” she whispered almost to herself and she opened the bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Her breasts, released from their confinement, bounced once, nipples tightening in a response to their exposure to cooler air and the unmistakable sound of raw passion as she heard Terry gasp at the sight of her bare, upturned globes. She automatically returned to her position. Pausing for a moment just to look, he finally stood and stepped in front of her. She quickly cast a glance to his face and shuddered at the sight of fiery lust in his eyes. He reached with both hands to cup her tits, first hefting them in his upturned hands, then letting them drop to their natural position. She shifted as her pussy began to weep in arousal. Again he lifted her breasts, this time rubbing his thumbs across the erect nubs of her nipples causing her to gasp and sway as her knees buckled under the sensation of the stimulus. “Oh, p-please!” she gasped. Without responding to her unspecific plea, he then grasped each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to lightly pinch. “Oh, god, please!” she cried as her pussy throbbed in need and her nipples were gradually crushed under what became a mixture of pain and pleasure inducing pressure. Just when she thought she would fall to her knees, he released her nipples and casually sat down again. She didn’t wait for his command and hooking her thumbs in the waistline of her thong, she began to peel it down her thighs. As the thong slid down her thighs, the slick juices of her pussy caused it to cling between her legs and Terry grinned as she had to peel the crotch away from the slick bare lips of her pussy. Again she assumed her position and again he stood and walked slowly around her. Stopping behind her he said, “Spread your legs.” “Oh,” she replied reflexively and moved her feet apart twelve inches. “Not enough,” he grunted, placing his foot between hers and tapping her feet apart until they were almost three feet apart.. Again the stroking of her legs started. First the backs of her thighs, then inside them. Again her knees buckled as his knuckle brushed the dripping lips of her now gaping pussy. “Bend over,” he stated simply, pressing against her shoulders, “And put your hands on your knees.” “Oh my god,” she groaned. She knew that he was fully aware of her penchant for anal stimulation and she blushed as she felt the cool air in the room caress he now exposed anus. He continued to stroke between her legs slowly wetting his finger with the juices seeping from her pussy. Then without warning he reached with one hand and used his thumb and forefinger to fully separate her ass cheeks. Before she could react, his well lubed finger was twirling against the furled opening of her anus. “N-n-n-n-g-g-g-!” she gritted as his finger penetrated the tight ring only to stop just inside. “W-h-o-o-o-o-a-a-h-h-!” she groaned as his other hand reached under her chest and latched onto the rock hard nub of her left nipple. Again, just as she started to let herself go, he stopped and sat down. “Get in position,” he stated simply. Once again she stood with her fingers laced behind her neck, breasts rising and falling in time with her ragged breathing, clit throbbing between her clinched thighs, anus stinging maddeningly from the partial invasion that left her unsatisfied. She needed to cum so badly, yet knew from experience that it would happen only when he decided it would. He stood and walked to the telephone. Picking it up he dialed a number then turned to her and said, “We need to get you some clothes for tonight.” At first she thought he was calling a store to order some things for delivery to the room, but then panic filled her being as she heard his end of the conversation. He paused until the phone was answered, then asked “Lewan? Hi, it’s me. I need for you to fit a lady for dinner tonight. Can you come up?” Her eyes bugged from her head as she realized that he was bringing someone to the room to fit her for clothing. “Oh, please don’t do this!” she cried as he put the phone down. “Do what dear?" he asked smiling. “P-please don’t let anyone see me like this! I’ll die,…Please don’t” she begged as tears sprang into her eyes. “But Danielle, we need to fit you for clothing tonight…” he explained with mock seriousness. “Yes, I know,” she cried, “B-but can’t you just tell them my sizes and have them delivered? Oh, please can’t you?” Tears streaked her face and her arms had dropped to her side as she continued to beg, but Terry was unmoved by her pleading and only watched with interest as her breasts shook with the tortured movement of her body. Suddenly, there was a quiet knock at the door. “Oh god no, please Terry, don’t do this!” she begged. But he had lost his sympathetic demeanor. Turning to the door he called “Just a minute Lewan!” Then turning toward her, he crossed the room in two steps. Reaching up he roughly grasped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and with a viscous pinch brought her to her knees gasping and squealing in pain. “Now you listen to me Danielle.” He growled, “This is the last time I’m going to explain this to you. We both know you want this…Hell, you need it. Now this is your last chance. Get a towel and clean up your face. Then get your ass in position so I can let Lewan in the room. If you don’t, I swear to god I will drag your bare naked ass to the elevator and dump you in the lobby…Do…you…un…der…stand?” Each of the last syllables were deliver with an increased tightening of his fingers on Danielle’s nipple until she was writing on the floor as Terry twisted the tortured pap of flesh. When he released her nipple she scrambled to her feet and ran to the bathroom. In a panic she washed her face, dried her tears and ran her fingers through her long dark hair to at least give it some semblance of neatness. Rushing back to the living room her breasts swung wildly as she quickly went to the center of the room and assumed her position. “Are you ready?’ he questioned with one upraised eyebrow. “Y-yes sir” she whispered and sighed as a ragged sob escaped her throat. His demeanor changed again as he opened the door and said, “Lewan! Please come in.” Danielle cut her eyes to view the visitor and saw a slim, petite Asian girl of about 25 years of age stepping through the door. She had long jet black hair, brown eyes, flawless skin, and was dressed in the low cut jeans and midriff baring top often worn by younger women these days. Although small breasted, the protrusions on the peaks of her petite breasts left no doubt that she was braless. The entire look was topped off by a set of razor like fingernails and full lips painted blood red. The girl paused to give Terry a hug and then turned to stare at Danielle. “Whoa, Mr. T!” She exclaimed as she walked across the room and stood in front of Danielle, “You’ve got a real beauty here!” “Yes, Lewan, this is Danielle.” He seemed to enjoy at the ridiculousness of the situation, “She need to be fitted for a dinner tonight at our usual location. What do you think?” Lewan circled Danielle, who stood trembling under the gaze of the young woman. When she had walked completely around her and was once again facing Danielle, Lewan turned to Terry. “I suppose she will be the entertainment for the evening?” she asked with raised eyebrows. Terry only nodded. “Entertainment?” Danielle’s mind raced in panic at the implications, “Oh my god!” Again a small sob escaped Danielle’s throat causing Terry to frown a warning and Lewan to turn back to her. “Oh sweetheart,” Lewan crooned as she reached out to stroke Danielle’s bare ribcage as if to sooth her, “Don’t worry, it will be fine.” Danielle gasped at the warmth of Lewan’s hand as it rested on her hip. “Okay, Mr. T.” Lewan grinned, “ Let me get my tape and notebook.” Danielle’s eyes pleaded with Terry as Lewan walked back across the room but he seemed not to notice. He sat down in the chair and stared at her as if to remind her of his previous warning. Lewan quickly measured Danielle’s hips and waist, each time lightly caressing Danielle’s flesh as her hands moved over her body. Despite her best efforts to suppress any sexual arousal she might feel, Danielle could not stop her body from reacting to the young girl’s touch. Proceeding with the measurements, Lewan stepped behind Danielle and wrapped the tape around her breasts. Reaching around, she adjusted the tape across the tips of Danielle’s nipples, read the results and then released the tape and wrote down the number. Turning to Terry, she asked, “Do her nipples get very large when they’re erect?” “Yeah,” he replied as if they were discussing the weather, “You’d better check them that way.” Danielle gasped in shock as Lewan turned back to her and reaching up, raked the blood red nail of her index finger across the pap of her left nipple. The sensation of the nail on her nipple caused it to rise and swell. Again Lewan raked the nipple and again Danielle gasped in a combination of pain and unwanted arousal. Lewan took her time, repeatedly raking her nails over both nipples until they would increase in size no further. By this time Danielle was shaking with pent up arousal and panting with the need for further stimulation. Again wrapping the tape around Danielle’s chest Lewan took the measurement and turned to Terry. “You’ve got a hot one here Mr. T.” She said with a grin. Danielle hung her head at hearing Lewan lascivious comment, but immediately looked up when Lewan asked her next question. “You want her measured for those special panties?” she asked. “Yes, I think she will need those as well.” Terry responded. “Okay sweetheart,” Lewan grinned as she turned back to Danielle, “Spread your legs wide apart. I’ve got to measure you front to back.” Danielle gasped at the implication that she was going to have to expose her pussy to this woman and her head jerked toward Terry, only to be met by the even gaze of his blue eyes reminding her that he would tolerate no more resistance. Gathering all of her courage, Danielle returned to her position and spread her legs apart just as Terry had her do earlier. Lewan kneeled in front of her and grasping the end of the tape reached between her legs, placing the end of the tape on her skin just above the point where the crack in her ass began. Then unbelievably to Danielle, she pulled the tape tight between her legs and put it against Danielle’s lower belly just above the small patch of pubic hair. “Um. Mr. T.” she asked, “ Could you help me here?” “Sure!” Terry responded, “What do you need?” “Just hold the end of the tape there where I have it on her butt,” Lewan answered. Terry moved around behind Danielle and placed his thumb in place of Lewan’s. “Okay, now let me adjust her pussy lips,” Lewan muttered, then giggled, “What have you been doing to her? They’re so puffy and slick!” Danielle’s eyes bugged from her head as she felt the rasp of Lewan’s nails on her pussy lips, then blushed furiously with eyes closed as the girl took each outer lip between her nails and pulled it aside so that the tape nestled between her outer lips and rested tightly against her inner labia. “Does your clit swell much baby?” Lewan asked staring up at Danielle from her place on the floor. “I-I d-don’t know what you m-mean,” Danielle stuttered in reply. “Just test her Lewan,” Terry replied quickly, “She’s pretty stressed right now. “Sure Mr. T” Lewan grinned, “But you better grab her and hold her still!” Danielle gasped as she felt Terry grip her shoulders and heard him whisper threateningly , “Don’t you move those hands Danielle!” Dropping the tape, Lewan used her right hand to skin back the hood on Danielle’s clit. When the pink nub appeared to be fully extended, Lewan softly raked her blood red nail across the tender nub of flesh. “A-h-h-h, god! Oh, god p-please!” Danielle shrieked as the shock of the nail rubbing across her most tender flesh crashed into her brain. Her legs went rigid and she struggled against Terry’s grip. Again Lewan raked the tender nub, this time pressing the nail into the pink flesh until it turned white. “Y-i-i-i-i-i-i-i! Oh my god! Oh not again, p-please not again!” Danielle begged once again thrashing so much that her breast bounced violently back and forth across her chest. Lewan sat back on her heels and said, “Okay Mr. T put the tape back in position.” Again the tape was pulled between her legs and again the sharp nails handled Danielle’s now dripping pussy lips, and the measurement for the mysterious panties was made. Through it all Danielle stood panting, nipples and pussy throbbing, unbelieving at her reaction to the handling of her body by this young woman. ”Okay, Mr. T.” Lewan grinned, “ I see six inch heels, a short skirt to accentuate the long legs, a nice silk top to show off the tits, silk stockings and garter, and of course the panties…All in black. Oh, do you want a single or double plug in the panties? They make both now.” “Oh, a double by all means!” Terry exclaimed. “Plugs?” Danielle’s tortured mind focused on the word. She had seen panties with dildos in the crotch on the Internet…”Oh my god!” Listening closer Danielle heard only details about a delivery by 5:30 that night and she began to relax as Lewan began to move toward the door. But just as Lewan got to the door she turned and studied Danielle once more. “You know Mr. T.,” she mused, “ That patch of hair above her pussy is going to look weird with those low cut panties. Perhaps we had better shave it off.” As Danielle stood both confused and panicked at the implication of this comment, Terry nodded his head in agreement. “Your correct as usual.” He agreed, “Do you have time to do it now?” “Sure!” Lewan grinned, “My time is your time. I can easily get the clothes here even doing the shave. Is your stuff in your kit?” “Yeah,” he responded, “In the usual place.” Lewan turned to walk into the bedroom then looking over her shoulder called to Danielle, “Come on in here sweetheart. I know you’re tired of standing.” Danielle turned to look at Terry and whispered “Please don’t make me do thi….” “It’s your choice.” Terry shrugged, “Either in there or on the elevator.” Shoulders slumped in defeat, Danielle walked into the bedroom where she found Lewan spreading a thick towel on the end of the bed. There was a bottle of baby oil and an old fashioned straight razor laying on the dresser. “Lay down on your back baby,” Lewan grinned as Danielle entered, “Mr. T. only uses a straight razor so you’ll have to be very still.” “Oh god!” Danielle whispered more to herself than anyone as she sat on the end of the bed, then at Lewan’s instruction lay back with her feet resting on the floor. Terry stood slightly behind Lewan and facing Danielle watching intently. “Okay, sweetheart,” Lewan crooned, “Just spread those long legs so I can get to you.” With tears welling in her eyes, Danielle grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled them up as if she were inviting a lover to fuck her. She could feel the cool air of the room brush over her widespread pussy and the crinkled rose of her anus. Closing her eyes in humiliation she heard a rush of liquid then gasped as Lewan’s warm, oil-covered palm slowly rubbed the slick baby oil into the patch of pubic hair on her lower belly. There was a pause then Lewan turned to Terry. “Mr. T., she has a little stubble here and there and look at this cute little butt hole. There’s quit a bit of short hair around it. You want me to clean her up?” “Yeah, we want her clean as whistle” Terry replied, “Go ahead and do her all over.” Danielle only whimpered at hearing of yet more humiliation then gasped as she felt Lewan’s hand begin to spread even more oil, this time over her bare pussy and then over and around her anus. Danielle could no longer resist the overload of sexual stimulation that came with the young girl’s roving hands. Before Lewan could get her pussy and anus thoroughly soaked with oil, Danielle was writhing in the need to cum. But just as her breath started those short choppy gasps that characterize impending orgasm, Lewan removed her hands and after drying them on a towel, picked up the razor. “Okay baby,” Lewan whispered, “You be real still so I don’t cut you.” Danielle froze in fear and willed herself to remain still. The scrape of the razor was minor and she felt no pain at all as her pubis was shaved clean. As the shaving continued and Lewan had labored to get to all the stubble she had no choice but to handle Danielle’s pussy lips and clit sheath and despite her best efforts Danielle soon found herself aroused again. Once again Lewan stopped and Danielle sobbed in frustration. “Tell you what baby,” Lewan said as she stood up to clean the razor,” Get on your hands and knees, spread your knees wide and put your ass in the air. That way it will be easier for me to get to that cute little asshole of yours.” “Oh, do you have to do this?” Danielle pleaded blushing furiously at the thought of someone shaving around her anus. “Danielle!” Terry growled his warning and she scrambled to get on her knees. “Put your tits down on the bed baby,” Lewan crooned. Danielle scrambled to do as she was told, her entire body blushing crimson. “That’s it," Lewan said as she smiled at the visage of Danielle on her knees, ass in the air and chest mashed into the bed. In this position Danielle was exposed in a manner that left her no defenses. Her bare, slick pussy was open and gaping. Her clit was protruding from its sheath as if seeking attention and her oil slick anus was winking in fear. "Okay Danielle,” Lewan whispered, “The easiest way to do this is to put a finger in your little hole and stretch the skin smooth.” “Oh, Terry, please don’t let her. P-please! I’ll d-do anything!” Danielle sobbed in embarrassment. “Just relax Danielle and it’ll be over soon,” Terry replied coolly as he nodded to Lewan to continue. With that Lewan liberally oiled her middle left finger, reached forward and slipped the long nail into the tight opening of Danielle’s anus. “Ah, oh god, you're cutting me!” Danielle cried, freezing in panic. “No, baby, it’s not cutting you,” Lewan whispered stroking Danielle’s ass cheeks with her other hand.” Within a few seconds, Lewan’s finger tip was pressing against the opening of Danielle’s anus and with one push it popped in to the second knuckle. “A-h-h-h-h! Oh my god! Oh yes!” Danielle gasped raising up on all fours as if to push back on the invading finger. “Uh oh, Mr. T.” Lewan grinned over her shoulder, “I think I’ve hit the hot button.” “Danielle!” Terry growled and Danielle lowered her breasts to the bed groaning in frustration. Lewan worked slowly, twisting her finger in Danielle’s anus until all of the tiny hairs were removed from around the furled opening. Danielle held stock still maoning each time Lewan moved her finger and groaning in both embarrassment and sexual frustration when Lewan’s finger finally slipped from her anus. Before she could move, Terry told her to stay in that position, turned to the case on the dresser and removed a six inch cock-shaped dildo. Quickly lathering oil on the rubberized shaft, he turned to Lewan and said, “Let’s finish her now or she’ll be useless tonight.” Before Danielle could react, he pressed the head of the rubber cock into her anus and with one smooth motion pushed it in until the fake balls at the base pressed into the distended ring of her anus. Danielle Submits “W-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a-a!” Danielle bawled out, raising up on her arms and instinctively pushing back against the rubber cock, “Oh god yes, please fuck my ass!” With that Terry started a slow, smooth in and out motion with the dildo and Lewan softly stroked the pad of her index finger over Danielle’s now burgeoning clit. It only took about two dozen strokes before Danielle began to pant and thrust in the frenzy that precedes orgasm. Her hands scrabbled across the bed grabbing up handfuls of covers. Her head was thrown back and her chest thrusting forward as if to invite someone to pinch the tightly erect nipples on her breasts. She was seither seeing nor hearing, feeling only the intense thrust of the dildo stretching the tender tissue of her anus and the now demanding scraping of Lewan’s nail on the tiny bundle of nerve tissue that was her clit. Then with a primal howl she went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. She pressed her breasts into the bed spread rubbing then into the rough material to gain stimulation and clinched her thighs together, capturing Lewan’s burrowing finger as it tortured her clit and clasping the muscles of her ass around the unforgiving rod of rubber imbedded in her ass. Her thrashing went on for over five minutes, until finally she rolled onto her side gasping for breath and shaking slightly at one final convulsion of her pussy. Slowly, she regained her facilities and rolled over to stare at Terry and Lewan, who were busy cleaning up. “Oh my god,” she cried, both embarrassed and confused. “Well,” Lewan said as she washed her hands, “I’ve got to get those clothes.” Then reaching over as she passed Danielle’s prostrate figure, she softly patted her ass and walked out. Terry turned from putting the now clean dildo back in the case and said without smiling, “There is one more aspect to your preparation for tonight. Just rest here while I go make a phone call." “I…” she started to respond. “Don’t speak, “ he said raising his hand. When he walked into the living area and dialed the phone Danielle strained to hear his words, but the only sentence that was clear enough to understand included the phrase, "....enema this afternoon." At hearing that her heart began to pound and she curled up in a ball on the bed, looking at the clock beside the bed. It was only 2:15...