Then there was the sound of gloves being changed, a sound Twyla thought she’d probably develop a Pavlovian reaction to. Gloves snapping? She’d get wet and desperate. And then she could feel Dr. Eric behind her.
“Do we need to restrain you, or can you be a good girl for this procedure?”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She wanted to be a good girl, very much, but she also wasn’t sure if she’d be able to. She was thankful when her daddy spoke for her.
“Why don’t you strap her down? She doesn’t have a lot of self-control, so better safe than sorry.”
Her ankles and wrists and forearms were quickly buckled into cuffs and fastened to the table, immobilizing her. And wasn’t that enough to make her squirm and pant and raise her ass even higher. God, why did her body have these reactions? And why did it feel so good to let herself? Probably because Mr. Fox seemed to like it just as much.
“It’s so nice of Dr. Eric to help you stay still for your enema, isn’t it, princess?” he murmured in her ear as he stroked her back.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then perhaps you should thank him for that.”
She would have, despite how humiliating it would be, except that at that moment, Dr. Eric started massaging her asshole with a lubed up finger before pressing inside her. It made her eyes roll back in her head, a moan escape from her throat.
He finger fucked her there for a minute in a way that didn’t feel entirely professional and had her rocking back against his finger. She couldn’t even help it. In fact, she wanted to beg for something to be stuffed in her cunt, or for some stimulation on her clit. She’d come in a hot second.
Just before she thought she might come just from the finger pumping her ass, he withdrew it and she let out a pleading, indignant whine while yanking on her bonds. Fuck, she wanted to come so bad. It wasn’t fair that she could get dizzied up and desperate so quickly.
“Okay, Twyla, I’m going to insert the enema nozzle and then start the flow. It might feel strange but it shouldn’t be uncomfortable.”
She felt something narrower and less forgiving than Dr. Eric’s finger slip inside her, and then it felt like something got larger just inside her like a balloon being inflated and then the same on the outside of her.
“Feel those, little girl? They’re just little balloons to help keep the tube inside you so Dr. Eric can fill you up. You’ll feel so much better once your belly is cleaned out.”
Clean and dirty were such loaded words. She’d been threatened with one and called the other and they never ceased to make her feel some kind of way. They always seemed to be used against her. Coming out of Mr. Fox’s mouth, it didn’t seem so much like he was throwing them at her, meaning to land a verbal punch that would hurt or shame her, but using themforher, to turn her on, and the only reason he’d want to shame her is if a little shame got her wet. Which, right now? It totally did.
She moaned again and then felt it—something flowing into her. It was weird for sure, but it didn’t hurt, just like Dr. Eric had said. Her daddy was still stroking her back and it was almost nice. Mortifying to be in this position and horny as all fuck, but all that plus the way her nipples brushed against the crinkly paper on the table made for a whole lot of sensation that surrounded her, swallowed her, and in a way, cradled her.
There wasn’t so much to worry about because having that much feeling dumped on her at one time meant that was all she could process. Here, now. Not what had already happened, and not what would happen. Just this very moment. Her own little bubble with a man who loved her and another who she was certain cared for her.
The liquid kept flowing into her and she started to feel full, like she needed to use the bathroom.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“I’m full.”
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’ve still got a lot to go. But you can take a break if you need one.”
“Please.”
She wasn’t proud of the way her voice was a squeak but at least she’d been polite. Her daddy would like that.
The flow stopped and Dr. Eric came around to her side, set his hands on her tummy and started to rub and massage her which felt strange but not bad.
“This will help work the water deeper into you, and relieve any cramps you might be having.”
She was having cramps, in addition to feeling full, and sweat had started to bead at her hairline. Words seemed like too much work so she just nodded. Which is when Dr. Eric stopped massaging her belly and moments later, something was pressing against her clit. And it started buzzing.
“There. That might help distract you.”
Twyla gasped and bucked because holy shit did it ever.
“You can come as many times as you want, little girl.”
Mr. Fox had just started training her to control her orgasms and it was a relief he wasn’t going to demand she do it now. She would fail. And while he sometimes set her up to fail just to punish her, that was always in a fun way, and it would seem cruel in this situation.
The water started again and she tried to breathe through all the sensations that were swamping her: the feeling of being filled, feeling full and heavy while at the same time being almost painfully aroused. The sweetness of Mr. Fox comforting her and whispering things in her ear about what he was going to do with her once he got her home. It was that mix of filthy and sweet that never failed to make her engines rev and it wasn’t long until she was crying out and shuddering through a climax.