“Time to start the prep.”
“Okay,” I said, dreading it.
“We’ll do the enema first. This is going to hurt. It always does the first couple of times.”
“I’ve cleaned myself out before and it never hurt.”
“Not like this,” she said.
She had me lie on a massage table and hold my knees back toward myself. She gently forced a narrow plastic hose up my rectum. She attached a bag of warm water and had it flow into me. I found it to be a rather pleasant experience and thought to myself, No sweat.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. As soon as all the water had drained into me, the intense cramping began. The prolonged process of cleansing my bowels caused me to take another step away from the life I had once inhabited.
“Oh man, Janice, I need to get to a toilet NOW!”
“You have to wait three more minutes.”
“There’s no way. I can’t hold it.”
“Yes you can. Just breathe deeply and relax.”
“I hate it when people say to relax in situations where relaxation is impossible. It’s extreme arrogance to tell someone to relax when that’s contrary to the situation,” I ranted.
“Two more minutes,” she said. “Believe it or not I’ve grown to enjoy this.”
“Not!” I said through clinched teeth. “It’s going to come out and I won’t be able to stop it.”
“You will be fine. Whatever you do, don’t relax,” she said, laughing.
“Making jokes at my expense at a time like this?”
“I’m trying to distract you. Is it working? Thirty more seconds.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hurry. You need to get me down now.”
“Okay, okay. It’s been in there long enough.” She helped off the massage table and over to the toilet.
“I never, ever want to do that again.”
“Like I said, it’s something that gets easier.”
“Whatever,” I said. “Please leave me alone.”
Janice left the bathroom as my body purged itself of its contents.
She came back a few minutes after I had finished and said, “Shower time, and make sure to shave your legs and underarms.”
She was holding a towel for me when I got out of the shower and wrapped it around my shoulders. “Up on the table again, and hold your legs back and up for me.”
I climbed up and exposed myself to Janice. She spread shaving cream on and around my anus and quickly divested me of the hair there. With a warm wash cloth she wiped away the saving cream. After she dried off my butt, she laid another warm washcloth over my mound. The heat soothed my pussy and caused my nipples to perk up.
“Please hold your knees farther out to the sides. Yes, just like that,” Janice said. She used her fingers to spread the fleshy part of my labia and shaved the area, sans shaving cream. A pleasant buzz started thrumming through me—as she was not so accidentally coming into contact with my clit. By the time she finished, my body hummed with wanting.
She then had me flip over and although her massage eased the muscles in my back and neck, her kneading of my ass and thighs left me feeling brazen. By the time she finished I felt amazingly relaxed and horny.
Janice attached a chain between my two nipple piercings and rubbed a faint glitter lotion over my body. She secured my hair in a ponytail and then led me out into the living room, which had been rearranged. All the couches and chairs had been set in a square facing in and additional seating had been added. In the center of the room sat a leather horse type apparatus—the kind saddles are usually draped over.
As we drew closer, I could see how I would be fastened down. “Get up,” Janice said.
“But nobody’s here yet,” I said.
“Soon enough. Now do as I say,” she said, pointing to the thing in the center of the room.
Feeling like a dog obeying a command, I did as I was told. I thought I’d be fastened the long way but instead she draped me over the side. My hands were encased in shackles next to my breasts which were displayed prominently against the leather. My knees hit the back of the pad and she lifted each of my feet, levering them up against my upper legs. She bound my lower legs to my thighs with wide leather belt straps, and then tightened each side to the corners of the brown apparatus, which spread my legs wide. My vagina and buttocks were fully exposed. The angle of my head made my mouth vulnerable, which scared me more than my wide-open bottom.
Aside from the chilly air of the room, I shivered from being so vulnerable. I wondered how long I’d have to wait.
“Janice?” I said.
“Shhhhh,” she said. She knelt down by my head and said, “Don’t say another word. As a matter of fact, don’t speak again until this is all over and you’re back in my room.”
I took her advice and kept my mouth shut. I wished she had put a blindfold over my eyes. No such luck. I wondered how long I could remain with my head hanging over without developing a huge headache. I prayed the people would soon arrive so I could get past the ordeal ahead.
“Thank you, Janice, you’ve done just as I’ve asked.” It was Marcello.
Marcello made no effort to acknowledge me. I was being exhibited as human furniture. I’m sure if I’d looked more comfy, he would have used me as his chair. I wanted to scream curse words at him but I remained silent as the blood rushed to my head. I heard him pass behind me and take a seat.
“Invite them in,” he said.
I felt a simultaneous rush of excitement and dread. My body flamed but my mind rebelled against such abuse. I was confused about my response to Marcello and his lack of acknowledgment. I hated him, I reminded myself … loathed him, actually.
I tried to find a space in my brain where I could wander and detach from my body but my body would not have it. I could hear people milling about and saw their feet passing by. I held still as I assumed Marcello would not approve of me looking around. The size and style of the shoes circulating made me certain the guests were all men.
I could smell the stench of cigars and hear ice clinking in glasses. Classical music played in the background. This sophisticated party with cigars, aged cognac, and classical music required that I be tied down as a party favor? For some reason the whole scene made me want to laugh. I tried to keep from shaking. I thought I had done a brilliant job until I heard a loud snap behind me.
Worried, Janice stooped next to my face. “Are you okay?” she whispered.
I shook my head yes and she could see I rocked on the edge of hysterical laughter.
She crouched closer to my ear and said, “Get a grip. It’s about to start.”
It occurred to me that Janice would be held responsible for my performance. If I didn’t behave well, she’d be the one punished. I figured Marcello was twisted enough to think that way.
I wish I could say that I found the ability to black out that night. With real trepidation I share this part of the story. They keep telling me that getting it all out, writing it all down, is how you get over the kinky odyssey that had become my life. It’s absurd to try to convince someone that they can get over something that’s impossible to recover from. I’m not speaking purely of that particular night, but of my experience as a whole—Luke, Janice, Marcello, my father and even Christian … all of it.
People ambled about as I lay fastened to the leather horse, causing cold air to raise goose bumps on my skin. Despite the cold, my body was in heat; I wished someone, anyone would touch me. I secretly hoped it would be Marcello using me for his pleasure in front of the audience. His feigned lack of interest had me craving his attention in any way I could get it. In the brief moment before everything started I contemplated what Luke would think about that.
I wondered if anyone would be taking pictures of me for him. Then, with the first touch, Luke left my mind completely.
Someone with large brown loafers ran his hand down my back and over my ass, sending chills through my body. Another person pulled on the chain attached to my nipple
piercings, eliciting a response of pleasurable pain. Surrounded by bodies and hands, I got lost. I was filled in so many different ways that night. I wish I could say that I hated every minute but all that stimulation left my body in a state of ecstasy. I had so many hands touching me and cocks fucking me that I lost count of my orgasms. The men used my ponytail as a tool to guide my mouth to their rigid cocks. Time ceased to exist. Lost in a fog of bodily sensations so deep and so all-encompassing, I felt I’d never come back down to earth.
I don’t know if I passed out from sheer exhaustion, excitement or too much blood to my head. Maybe I just fell asleep. I don’t remember being unstrapped or taken off the horse. At some point I awoke alone in Janice’s bed while the darkness of the night still existed. I assessed my achy body from head to toe. Someone had cleaned me up—which I noticed when I used the bathroom. I looked in the medicine cabinet for ibuprofen but found nothing but a bottle of sleeping pills.
I went straight back to bed and slept until Janice shook me awake in the morning.
“That was brilliant,” she said as I tried to shake off sleep. “I was so jealous.”
“You could have taken my place. I would’ve swapped willingly.”
“Why do you say things you don’t mean?”
“I mean exactly what I said.” I sat up, shaking my head, wishing she’d just leave me alone.
“You were moaning and crying out the whole time. I have no idea how many times you came but it had to be a lot. Why not just own up to who and what you are?”
“I’m not interested in having this conversation again. It’s too early in the morning and I need to stretch out my body.” I leaned forward to touch my toes and asked, “Why do you have sleeping pills?”
“I had trouble sleeping for a while and they really helped. I haven’t taken any in a few days.”
“Because of Luke?”
She looked at me and I could see the sadness that still lingered in her eyes. “Yes,” she said. She nodded and then said, “You don’t have much time. You have to meet Marcello in thirty minutes, and he doesn’t tolerate tardiness. I suggest you do whatever you need to do, quickly. Make sure to shower and douche. Go naked, Marcello has your robe.”
“Wait,” I said.
“What?” Janice said, standing away from me.
I could feel a sadness radiating from her. “Will I see you again before I leave?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh,” I said. I stood there looking at her, not knowing what to do. “All those men ...” I said.
Once again, she read my mind. “They all used condoms,” she said. “No one wants to endanger you.”
“But Janice—”
“I’ll miss you, Jane,” she said, looking at the floor.
I hugged her. “Thank you for everything. I’ll miss you, too.”
She looked longingly into my eyes and then pushed away. “You need to get moving. You don’t have much time.”
“Right, okay,” I said. It felt awkward to leave her as I headed to the bathroom to ready myself for Marcello.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were five minutes remaining after I stepped out of Janice’s room. Where am I supposed to go? I thought.
“Hello?” I called down the empty hallway. I headed toward the kitchen, mostly because my starving stomach hoped to find food there.
“He’s waiting for you,” said a woman in a service uniform. She averted her eyes from my nakedness.
She led me into the dining room, where I found a long, dark wooden table that could comfortably seat sixteen people. A large rectangular chandelier hung low above its center. The room felt warm and elegant. I could envisage poker being played, as well as formal dining.
Marcello prowled around the table to my chair. Lifting a robe that draped over the back, he held it open for me. The deep purple silk felt luscious against my skin. He gently angled me to face him and tied the sash at my waist. I kept my eyes fixed on his face as he looked down at his hands. With his customary arrogance at bay, I could see the attractive man behind the ego. Up close, his hair and mustache were more salt and pepper than black. Although he was older than Luke and his features more Greco-Roman, I still found his look appealing, his virility apparent.
He pulled out my chair and I sat down slowly. Every muscle was strained from last night’s entertainment. I looked down at my hands, unsure what to do. It felt strange to be at once so frightened, charged–up, and eager to please.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. My guests were very pleased.”
“Enjoyed myself … not sure how to respond to that.”
“Janice said denial lives large with you.” He snapped his fingers and the server left the room.
“She said that?” I asked. I considered it a betrayal. Why did she tell him?
He chuckled and I knew he laughed at me and not with me. “Yes, she had a lot to say about you. You’ve made quite the impression.”
“Oh,” I said, twisting the napkin in my lap.
“It seems you are in high demand. Some of my guests would like to borrow you as well.”
“I’m a married woman,” I said. I sensed his penetrating stare but still avoided making eye contact.
“Apparently you are not clear on who you married.”
“Apparently not.”
“We need to work on that sass of yours. It’s very unappealing.”
“To you, maybe, but not to Luke,” I said, finally looking directly into his obsidian eyes, framed by heavy brows.
“Fair warning,” he said. “You will be mine one day, so we might as well get it straight between us now.”
I laughed. “You are very full of yourself and very mistaken.”
“I don’t make mistakes, Jane. As sure as you are in my dining room about to eat a huge breakfast, you will belong to me.”
“I’m not interested in talking in circles with you. I’m a happily married woman and plan to stay that way.”
“You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last,” Marcello said, leaning farther back in his chair. A smirk played on his lips as he awaited my reaction.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” My stomach tightened over his comment.
“It means exactly what you think it means. He’s been married before.”
“You’re lying. You’re trying to upset me and make me angry at Luke,” I said, pulling the robe tighter about me.
“I’m not trying to do anything but give you the truth.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“He told me I’m the first person he’s ever asked to marry him.”
“That part is true.”
“You aren’t making any sense.”
“She trapped ...” Marcello said. He stopped speaking as two servers entered the room with breakfast and coffee.
I no longer felt like eating. I no longer felt like living. I wanted to crawl up into myself, cocooned and all alone.
“How could he give me such a hard time about honesty and trust when he lied to me about something as serious as this?” I said aloud. I had meant to keep my thoughts to myself. Until Marcello spoke again, I had forgotten where I was.
“As I was saying, she trapped him into it. He never asked her to marry him; he did it out of obligation. She said she was pregnant and he believed her. I told him to check it out but he wouldn’t listen. He’s a stubborn one, that man. Anyway, the day after they were married—no wedding—she got her period and he found out. The marriage was annulled.”
“I see,” I said. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the news. I wondered if that’s where the garter belt in the file had come from. He definitely had some explaining to do when I got back.
The smell of eggs, potatoes, bacon and coffee wooed my stomach. I put thoughts of Luke on the back burner. “So do you make all your money from the restaurant?” I asked after swallowing a mouthful of eggs.
“I inherited my grandparents’ estate upon their passing.”
“Hmmm,�
� I said, chewing the delicious potatoes.
“You have a hearty appetite,” he said, watching me quickly consume the food on my plate.
“That’s what happens when I’m starved for two days.”
“You need to learn respect, signorina,” he said, furrowing his brow and taking another sip of his coffee.
“Respect is earned. You can’t beat it into someone.” I wiped my mouth and smoothed the napkin back over my lap.
“How wrong you are on that account.”
“Fear and respect are not the same thing. You can beat fear into me but not respect … never respect. Respect would come from seeing you as a good man, a good person. Someone who is worthy of respect would never need to demand it from others, would never need to beat it into them.”
“I can see we will have a lot to discuss once you belong to me, but today is my day. As it should be, your safe word holds sway here. Just keep in mind that the words might get you out of some obligation today, but you will never truly be done with me.”
“I’m doing this for Luke, so he will forgive me. That is the only reason I’m here.”
“Jane, you and I know better than that. After today you will see.” He rose and sauntered over. After pulling out my chair for me, he took my hand.
I cursed my body as his energy permeated me. I couldn’t make sense of the intensity of his mere touch. Maybe my anger fueled it. I needed some explanation for what I felt. Just get through it Jane, I thought. You’re a mere day away from being back home. Enjoy it if you must but get through it.
He led me to his bedroom, which seemed twice the size of Janice’s. I was struck by its warm, masculine feel. A black leather king-size bed dominated the space. No woman’s touch was in evidence on the black dresser or armoire that stood against the brown walls. Looking around at the artistic photographs and paintings of nude women, I found it interesting that none included bondage or whipping. I wondered if Luke had taken any of the photos but didn’t ask.
I felt young and self-conscious standing next to him. I paused, avoiding eye contact, totally unprepared for what happened next.
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