Safeword: Davenport(34)

The water began to warm and she felt the heat of his body on her front—one arm holding her around the waist as he released the cuffs from the hook with the other.

He lifted her to him with both arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her head in his neck until the tears stopped and her breathing normalized. He held her a long time before saying, “Punishment's over, pet. Now I get to take care of you, help you learn. Can you stand?"

She slid her legs down his body, and he held her until she was steady on her feet before turning her towards the wall, connecting the cuffs behind her back. She remained in place when he stepped away, her cheek against the tile, and watched him reach outside the shower, the stretch of his body sparking her arousal again.

Zach's face showed compassion as he revealed the blindfold he'd retrieved. “I think you'll handle this better without your sight. Remember, punishment's over, this is about helping your comfort level, teaching you not to feel embarrassed around me—not to hide yourself. I won't always let you escape behind a blindfold, but today I'll help you through this as much as I can. I won't put it on yet, but want you to know it's coming."

She nodded, not trusting her voice. His face tender, he slid his fingers down her cheek before massaging her shoulders and back, reassuring her. She had no idea what came next, but apparently he wanted her relaxed first.

"This isn't about pain; it's about trust, and not hiding any part of your body or emotions from me. In the future, it'll sometimes be about control, but that's not my intention today.” His hands continued kneading the kinks out of her neck and shoulders as he spoke. “I want you to repeat something before we get started. Look me in the eyes and say, I'm not being punished, I'm being taught to feel comfortable revealing all of myself to you."

She said it a few times, and then he had her repeat the last part—I'm being taught to feel comfortable revealing all of myself to you. He wouldn't let her look away, insisted she look into his eyes as she repeated the phrase—once, twice, dozens of times. When she'd finally found a comfortable rhythm, lost in his gaze as she recited, he said, “Very good, pet. You're also going to learn nothing disgusts me; you can expose your darkest parts to me without fear of my being revolted. I need to step outside the shower and adjust the water temperature from 105 down to 101."

He slid the blindfold on when he returned, massaging her shoulders again, making sure she was relaxed. He placed his foot beside hers before removing his hands, so she could feel his presence, wouldn't be alone in the dark. She could hear him manipulating something, could sense the water bouncing in different ways as he moved, and then felt one hand on her shoulder again, stroking gently down her back, over the round of her ass, and reaching between to grasp the njoy.

She spread her legs farther apart and relaxed, trying to help, groaning as the widest part cleared her ass on the way out.

"Time for another plug; it's bigger, but it's lubed and you can take it. Relax, pet. Let it in."

She leaned into the wall and concentrated on her breathing, trying not to tense as he breached the muscles and kept a slow but even pace. The plug was harder than normal—metal or glass instead of latex or silicone. It wasn't much wider than the njoy, so while it didn't just slide right in, it wasn't so bad, either. When it was in, she realized it was connected to something, and dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She'd guessed at what was coming, but had hoped her hunch was wrong.

"Okay pet, turn around and let me hold you."

She curved into him and he wrapped his arms around her, one hand at the base of the plug and the other gently cradling her head to his chest. The hand on her head disappeared a few seconds, and returned as she felt the water flowing into her.

"It won't be a full enema; we're just rinsing you out. The water's warm, let it relax you. Tell me when you think you need to release."

Her heart was beating double-time, this wasn't relaxing at all. She hadn't gone to the bathroom since early yesterday morning before she'd driven over. “Now! I need to get rid of it now!"

"Hm. Okay, if you say so. Let's count backwards from ten and I'll take it out."

At eight his hand briefly shifted away, and she was sure he'd made the flow faster. When he reached zero he took the plug out and she moved to step away, but he held her firmly.

"I need to go to the bathroom, Sir."

His voice was gentle as he said, “We're in the bathroom. The drain in the shower's made for this, so solids will wash away the same as they do in a toilet. Let it go, pet."

The water inside her was growing more demanding, the urgency of needing to release rapidly intensifying, but he still held her, gently but firmly, as his hand massaged her back.