Stephanie's Submission

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 9 – Plugged

By Rilawild

Stephanie’s body was still shaking from the after effects of her orgasm as she stripped in Jim’s hallway when they got back from the park. Her knees felt like jelly. Her poor little pussy was very sensitive and her clitoris felt sore from overuse. She laughed to herself, ‘now I think I could easily go for another four days without an orgasm – but only if no-one touches me.’

It felt great to remove the punishing heels at last, and they joined the rest of her clothes in the wicker box by the door.

When she’d crawled into the main living room she saw Jim standing there and wondered what fresh humiliation he would heap upon her now. Instead, he held out a couple of small video-camera tapes.

“You have done very well these last few days and a deal is a deal. Here are the tapes I have made.”

Stephanie was stunned. ‘I’ve succeeded. I’ve done it. He’s giving me the tapes.’

“Thank you sir, this means a lot to me.”

“You can go and put them away if you want. Also I think you should go and have a rest for an hour or so, you’ve had a busy day so far, but it isn’t over yet. I have something for you in a couple of hours and we’re going out this evening for dinner to celebrate the successful completion of your lessons in control.”

She almost couldn’t believe it. This would be her first free time without him constantly watching over her since Tuesday. She got to her feet, found her handbag in the hall and dropped the tapes into it. Then wearily she climbed the stairs and went to her small room. When she lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over herself she realised that she’d never been in this bed without being first tied down. She almost missed it, and laughed to herself at the irony of that thought.

Stephanie was awoken a couple of hours later by Jim gently nudging her. As she sat up, the covers falling away to reveal her naked breasts, he handed her a cup of coffee. It was only later that she realised she hadn’t even considered pulling the duvet up to cover herself.

Then he left her to drink her coffee and told her to come to the bathroom when she’d finished.

“We need to clean you up,” he chuckled as he left.

So, after finishing her coffee and stretching her tired muscles, Stephanie padded naked to the bathroom. She found that Jim had arranged a couple of towels on the floor in the centre of the room and was standing besides them. He pointed to the floor when she stepped through the door.

“Get into ‘Present’ on the towels,” he ordered.

Stephanie was a little surprised, she’d expected to have to perform her normal ablutions in front of Jim as usual, but this was different. Therefore, it was with a little trepidation that she sank to widespread knees, dropped her head to the floor and presented her bottom and pussy to whatever fate Jim had in store for them.

Jim stepped behind her and knelt down too. She tensed as she felt his cool hand resting on her buttocks.

“Now, if we are going to play with your new toys, we need to clean up you.”

Stephanie felt her nervousness increase. She had a sneaking suspicion about what was coming. Jim caressed her buttocks, then he traced his finger along the crack of her bum and brought it to rest right on her rectum, confirming her fears.

“I’m going to give you your first enema. A submissive should always be clean inside as well as out; and we need you nice and clean for your toys.”

Stephanie had indeed never had an enema before and was fairly sure she didn’t want one now; but didn’t know what to say to Jim to prevent it. She was certain that he’d insist no matter what she said.

Even though he’d forced her to orgasm in public and teased her over the last few days, she knew she wanted more of his style of loving. She felt more alive and excited when he was touching her or even just ordering her to do something humiliating than at any other time in her life.

‘If I stop him now I might be saved from an embarrassing enema, but maybe he’ll stop doing everything else as well,’ she reasoned to herself. ‘Can I really be contemplating letting him give me an enema so that he’ll give me an orgasm later?’

She was brought back to earth with a bang when she felt something cold and wet pressing right against her rectum. Stephanie’s breath caught in her throat. She jerked forward sharply and felt her nipples tighten as her breasts rubbed against the rough towel beneath her.

“Firstly, a little lubricant,” Jim said, apparently talking to himself. Stephanie realised that it was his finger, covered in lube, that had pressed against her rosebud. Jim’s other hand then reached out and took hold of her hip steadying her and his slick finger returned to her bum.

“Relax little one, open up for me. It will be easier if I apply some lube first.”

Stephanie tried to relax but her nerves were gripping her belly. She’d never had anything enter her there before. One old boyfriend had suggested it once and had hastily beating a swift retreat when he’d seen the look on Stephanie’s face.

Jim tickled at her entrance and applied a bit more pressure. Stephanie felt her sphincter give a little as she made an effort to loosen herself, thinking that he might try and force an entrance if she didn’t relax. It was enough and suddenly she felt her anus fill with his finger. Jim slid it deeper inside and spread the lube around.

It felt very strange to Stephanie to have a finger spearing her bum, and from where she was kneeling it certainly felt larger than any finger had a right to be. She wondered for a moment if he was using a fat dildo in her arse instead of his finger, but as she felt it moving around inside her, spreading the lubricant, she knew it was only a finger: she could feel the final joint flexing as he smeared the greasy substance around her tender flesh. Stephanie gasped as she felt him twisting his finger inside her.

The finger was withdrawn at last and Stephanie wondered what was coming next, only to feel it reinserted again with another glob of jelly. A second time it was removed. However, this time it was immediately replaced with something else. Jim was gently introducing the enema nozzle into her.

‘This is the point of no return. Say something girl, and he’ll stop.’ However, she couldn’t bring herself to speak out and instead let him seat the nozzle deeply into her bowels.

It felt enormous.

Jim moved around behind her and started an absent-minded whistling. It felt very surreal to her. Here she was kneeling in an obscene position on the floor with her bum in the air and Jim was whistling whilst he prepared the enema solution he would pour into her bowels. She wondered if his whistling was to try and put her at ease or to ratchet up the tension ready for her impending doom.

Eventually he was prepared and she felt him attaching something, probably the tube, to the nozzle. Every slight vibration was amplified and transmitted straight into her.

“Are you ready slut? Since this is your first one we’ll take it slowly. I’ll open the valve only a little.”

Jim didn’t wait for Stephanie’s answer and instead opened the flood gates. At least that’s what it felt like to her as the solution flowed into her bowels. She wondered what it would feel like if he’d opened the valve fully and shuddered.

As the soapy solution flushed through her colon, Stephanie found herself feeling more and more uncomfortable. She couldn’t believe how much water was being pumped into her by gravity. Very soon she felt full to overflowing, but still more flowed into her. Jim gently caressed her belly and that somewhat relieved the discomfort.

Stephanie knelt there and knew that she was completely in the control of this man. Her position was so embarrassing but that just made her revel in it more. She could imagine what her friends would say if they could see her and knew that it would be more humiliating than anything she’d imagined, but that just made her pussy drool all the more.

‘Oh why do I find this treatment sooo exciting?’ she wondered to herself.

The enema flowed into her for five minutes, then ten, and finally after fifteen Jim sealed the valve. Stephanie felt so full, she couldn’t believe that she’d taken all that water. She was sure that he’d forced gallons of fluid into her. Her belly felt stretched and she thought she must look like she was eight months pregnant.

“Now, you’ll hold that for a few minutes to let it do its work.”

The seconds ticked by, and it wasn’t a moment too soon when, five minutes later, Jim told her to evacuate herself. It was with great relief that afterwards Stephanie climbed into the shower.

When she was finally completely clean, Jim led Stephanie back to the living room and she saw him pick up the new butt plug from the coffee table.

“Right, bend over the back of the sofa and we can get started,” Jim said ominously.

Stephanie tentatively shuffled towards the sofa. She found herself looking at the plug in Jim’s hand. It certainly looked larger than the nozzle she’d worn and that had felt like it had filled her to bursting.

‘How can I cope with that thing?’ she wondered to herself worriedly.

“Bend over slut,” he ordered a second time, clearly not intending to have to say it a third time.

Stephanie gripped the back of the sofa and lent over slowly. She came to rest completly folded over the back of the seat: her bottom exposed and vulnerable, her head in the seat cushion and her long hair fanned out around her. Jim came around the sofa and stood behind her and Stephanie found herself trembling with anticipation.

His hand came to rest on her inner thigh and patted her legs to signal that she should spread them wider apart. She complied and had to raise herself up onto her tiptoes as she spread her legs. Jim then slid his hand higher until he cupped her cunt.

“You are ready for this, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically. He had found her wet with excitement. The prospect of having the plug in her ass was an unexpected turn on for her.

He took some of her copious juices and smeared them around her anus, following this with a lube covered finger. Stephanie knew what was expected of her now and did her best to relax. This time his finger entered her without much trouble and he began to spread the lubricant around. Then it was the moment she’d been both dreading and looking forward to. The plug was placed against her rosebud and with a little pressure he started pushing it into her.

Her sphincter began to give slightly as he worked it in. The end of the plug entered her and to encourage its passage Jim rotated it slightly. It slipped in slowly, bit by bit, and as it slid in she felt its girth expanding and pushing against her sphincter. It felt much wider than the nozzle had and for a moment she panicked.

“Please, take it out – I can’t take it,” Stephanie pleaded, alarm shaking in her voice.

She reached back, but he batted her hands away and continued his relentless push, twisting it again back and forth. Then the widest part was in and plug was finally seated. She moaned in relief that she’d managed to take it.

“Good girl. I knew you could do it. Now, that will remain in place until I say otherwise. I want you to learn to accept it.” He patted her bottom to reinforce his command.

He allowed her stand up and then ordered her to walk around. As she straightened, she couldn’t fail to feel the alien intrusion in her rectum. She started to walk around the room, at first as a waddle, frightened that she would hurt herself, and then more confidently when it didn’t rip her insides apart as she’d feared it would.

“Let’s get you back into your shoes. I want you to be able to walk in your heels with your plug in.”

Stephanie gingerly sat down to put on the strappy shoes. As she lowered herself onto the chair she felt the plug pushing further into her and a fresh wave of embarrassment flowed through her. Jim looked on with a smile on his face obviously aware of what was going through her mind. Bending to fasten the shoes’ straps felt like it pushed the plug deeper and she let out a small moan, then she blushed further knowing that Jim had heard her.

When she was done, she gingerly stood up once more and took a few seconds to steady herself.

Then Jim had her prance around the room. Stephanie walked back and forth across the floor, doing her best to follow his instruction, not wanting to feel his crop on her buttocks if she made a mistake. She looked on nervously as he tapped the wicked instrument on his palm.

As she walked she caught a sight of herself in the mirror and was a little shocked at what she saw. There she was: a naked slut, walking in whore heels and with a bright red plug stuck in her ass. Part of her wanted to laugh at the ridiculous sight, and part of her wanted to cry because she was being treated this way. She was an intelligent young woman, she deserved respect rather than this. She knew though that, no matter what she might deserve, she did want to be treated like this. Her cunt was so wet that she could see her juices glistening at the top of her thighs.

“Continue practising,” he ordered. “I’ll be back in a little while to judge your progress.”

With that he left her alone, walking back and forth: one step in front of the other.

She just was beginning to think he would leave her there all evening when he returned dressed in a sharp black suit. He watched her walking for a few minutes, passing comments here and there for improvement; however, eventually he was satisfied that she was able to walk with a suitably sexy gait.

“Now then, time to get you ready,” he said as he held up the small butterfly vibrator they’d bought earlier. Stephanie blushed as she recognised it. Jim, reaching around her waist, fastened the vibrator strap around her. He followed that by a strap around the top of each thigh. Then he adjusted each strap until the vibrator was positioned perfectly over her clitoris.

“OK, lets give it a try, shall we?”

In his hand was a small blue plastic control. He clicked a button and Stephanie felt the vibrator leap into life.

‘Oh my, oh yes,’ she thought and let out a slight gasp. Her clitoris was still tender from her ordeal in the park; but it seemed to enjoy this fresh stimulation.

“Excellent,” Jim exclaimed. “Perfect.”

To Stephanie’s relief Jim clicked the button off and the vibrations died. It was far too soon for her to have another orgasm she decided to herself.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Jim announced satisfied with her reaction to the butterfly.

He had already selected her clothes and watched while she dressed. She felt weird as she dressed in front of him. She’d done it a dozen times, but now she wasn’t just getting dressed. She felt like she was getting ready for a ritual sacrifice. The plug in her ass seemed to shift the balance even further in his favour.

As she’d expected, there was no bra or panties in her ensemble for the evening. She rolled the black hold-up stockings with their lace tops up her legs and adjusted them so that they were both smooth. Next came a short black mini skirt. She’d never seen it before, so he must have bought her clothes other than the ones they’d purchased that afternoon. It was pleated and she knew that unfortunately for her it would be easy to flip up; so she’d have to be careful. Clearly he wanted her conscious of how easy it would be to expose her pussy, the vibrator and the plug. Once it was on, she saw that it just covered her stocking tops.

Her top-half was covered by another new piece, a thin light-blue spaghetti-strap vest top. She loved it and was very happy that he’d bought it for her. She was relieved though to see that he’d included her black lace shrug top to cover her arms and shoulders. She never went out just wearing a skimpy vest top like this. The shrug was like a cropped, long-sleeved blouse that ended just beneath her breasts and was tied in a knot between them, the tails hanging down to her navel. It was made from a beautiful delicate lace, a combination of transparent material and swirls of darker opaque lace in a floral pattern. Her breasts were encased in the black lace with the pale blue of her vest showing through.

When she looked in the mirror she was pleased, she looked attractive and above all “normal”. They would look like any average couple going out to dinner; and to top it all she would have the frisson of excitement caused by the plug and butterfly to remind her that they weren’t average.

After she’d put on a little make-up and done her hair, Jim took her out to his car. She sat in the passenger seat and with only a glance at Jim she pulled the back of her skirt out of the way so that her naked bum was pushed into the seat as usual. This time though she had the plug to contend with and it pushed insistently into her ass.

When he started the motor, she felt the vibrations of the engine transmitted straight into her via her plastic friend. That was bad enough, but just before he pulled out of the drive, Jim switched on the remote control and her crotch began to hum as the butterfly came alive.

‘Oh no, he’s going to run that all the way to the restaurant. Please don’t say it’s true.’

“Relax and enjoy yourself. I’ll take the scenic route,” Jim smiled as he told her.

Stephanie let out a little moan and tried not to concentrate on her stimulated clitoris. She realised that he had only put it on a low setting and was at least grateful for that.

He may well have taken the scenic route but Stephanie didn’t notice. Her journey passed in a blur of arousal. When he stopped the car he switched off the butterfly. Stephanie looked up and saw that he’d parked outside of The restaurant: his restaurant.

“I thought you might like to revisit the scene of the crime as it were, where I first saw your naughty wet panties around your wrist.” Stephanie felt herself blushing as she remembered.

He walked confidently into the restaurant and she trailed shyly behind him. He was greeted and welcomed by all and sundry. He joked and laughed with the waiters and the maître d’; she just stood there timidly looking down at her feet.

Then, his conversation finished, he took her hand and led her to a table in a quite corner.

She felt embarrassed to be sitting in the restaurant, her naked plugged bottom squirming on the hard chair and her skirt rucked up at the back. What was worse, making it more embarrassing, was that she found it all intensely exciting. Jim wasn’t forcing her to do this, she was doing it because she loved it.

When their waitress arrived at the table, Stephanie jumped up. Jim had switched on her vibrator, on full power. The girl, whom Jim introduced as Mary, looked at Stephanie when she squawked her shock.

“Er, um, I thought I saw a spider,” Stephanie tried to explain away her bizarre behaviour. She wasn’t sure she was convincing, but the vibrator had taken hold of all her rational thought and was rapidly eradicating it.

Jim mercifully saved her from explaining further as he took Mary’s attention and ordered dinner for both of them. Stephanie could only sit there, eyes glazing over, and stew in her increasingly copious juices flowing from her aroused pussy.

An orgasm was rapidly approaching, but as Mary walked away the little butterfly at her crotch stopped its tickling. She was able to catch her breath and calm down a little. Jim made meaningless one-sided conversation and Stephanie noticed as she regained her composure that he was watching her closely.

She realised it was not a coincidence when her vibrator was ignited again when Mary brought their first course from the kitchen. Stephanie thought that the girl must think her stupid or rude or both when she could only grunt an acknowledgement as Mary placed the plate in front of her. She wondered if Mary had heard the buzzing of the butterfly, in fact she wondered if it was possible that anyone in the restaurant couldn’t hear it. It seemed too overpoweringly loud to her to be discrete. However, the girl ignored her.

Later, she wondered if Jim had ever ‘played’ with Mary, and whether the girl had returned to the kitchen and sniggered with the staff about Jim’s new plaything.

The vibrator was on and off all through their dinner. Jim teased her mercilessly. Whenever Mary or another member of staff were near their table it would be running at full pelt. As she ate he would switch it on and off, and vary its intensity up and down, sometimes timing it for when she would take a mouthful, it seemed just to see her reaction or to place her off guard.

She was buzzing with arousal and she felt as if she were floating five feet above the table. The meal was fantastic, much better than her last one here she thought. Then she realised that she’d been terribly nervous and frightened last time and this time she had just enjoyed the intense feeling of arousal that Jim was giving her. She didn’t need to do anything other than enjoy the meal and let Jim take care of everything else, and of course try not to cum when he teased her.

She found herself drifting off into daydreams and fantasies as the meal progressed. It was impossible to keep her mind concentrated on anything other than her pussy. She imagined herself being taken into the kitchen and forced to strip in front of all the staff. Her mind was in a haze as she ate her desert. In her fantasy she was being made to perform fellatio on all the kitchen staff and the waiters as they came to the kitchen with food orders. She even imagined that Jim had Mary spank her naked bottom to encourage her with a wooden spoon.

She was still floating somewhere over cloud nine when she was led back to the car by Jim after the meal was over, the butterfly buzzing away and keeping her concentrating not on the people around her but on the pure animal arousal centred on the small blue plastic vibrator.