It was Friday afternoon as Anna sat at her desk, her phone in her hands. She had started making the call countless times since she entered her office thirty minutes ago but she always stopped while scrolling for the number.
She had just returned from a meeting with a very important potential customer and she had totally blown it. This was her company, she had built it from the ground up but lately, she had been losing focus. Today was just the culmination of months of a slow decline in the quality of her work. She needed this contract, and yet she hadn’t been able to truly focus; the call would help focus her as it had always done in the past.
Suddenly the ringing of her phone snapped her back to reality. Looking at the number, her heart skipped a beat. It was the client; maybe, just maybe, there was a chance at saving this.
“Hello Paul, I didn’t expect to hear from you.”
“Anna, I’m glad you answered my call. I have been thinking about lunch and I may have overreacted. I won’t beat around the bush, your presentation today was sloppy, even, I daresay, unprofessional. It caught me by surprise because your reputation in the industry has always been stellar; it’s the reason I haven’t really been considering anyone else for this. I am in a bit of a bind, yet I still can’t see my way clear to accepting the proposal you showed me.”
“I am truly sorry, Paul, I realize my work was substandard. Is there any way I can have a second go at this?”
“That’s why I am calling. I will spend the week looking for a second source. Next Friday, I will listen to your proposal again. Wow me and the job is yours; anything less than the exceptional work you have been known for, and I go elsewhere.”
Her relief was almost palpable, “Thank you, Paul, you will not regret this.”
“I hope I don’t; see you Friday.” Then he ended the call
One week, barely enough time to get this done right. Monday she would get started on fixing this, but right now she knew what she needed. The one thing that would bring clarity to her mind, block out the spurious thoughts, and let her be herself again. Before she could start her work, she needed to once again accept her nature. She was a Masochist with a capital M; she needed pain and a great deal of it. She scrolled through her contacts and made the call.
He answered on the third ring, “Anna, always a pleasure to hear your lovely voice.”
Just the sound of his voice had an instant effect on Anna. The low steady timbre, the deliberate pace, and the unseen confidence had Anna already feeling herself surrendering to his will.
“Thank you, Phobos.”
That was not his real name but using the Greek god of fear as his pseudonym was very apropos since Anna simultaneously feared and trusted this man with her life. Their relationship was a complex one that had taken years to develop, but that’s a story for another time. “I need to see you, Phobos.”
Anna calling him Phobos, as opposed to his real name, told him what she needed and he was instantly pleased. He liked Anna, but the universe worked in strange ways. They had been very close, but life and circumstances had forced them apart. For the past few years, they had been meeting up for semi-regular sessions whenever Anna needed to bring her world back into focus, and it seemed she needed this again.
“I see, and is this just a quick need or something more intense?”
“Phobos I need something extra this time, I need the weekend.”
Phobos took in that statement. This was different; she had never asked for a full weekend since they drifted apart. He looked at his watch. It was 1:45, and he would need time to prepare.
“5:00 sharp, prepare yourself, and do not be late.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Anna was already feeling his power over her, and she wanted him to know it.
Anna looked at her watch, picked up her phone, and made an appointment to get waxed.
Everywhere but her pussy. She knew he wanted to work on that himself.
Her appointment wasn’t until 3:00, which gave her just enough time to go home and prepare her butt plugs, vaginal and anal speculum as well as her Hitachi and vibrating kegel balls. Phobos never shared toys between his partners and insisted she keep hers with her at home. She took the time to wash and clean each one, make sure batteries were fully charged, and packed spare batteries as well. Finally, she packed her spider gag. She looked at her watch. 2:45, she had just enough time to make it down the street for her waxing.
Meanwhile, Phobos was on a small shopping spree to prepare on his side. He went to the supermarket and picked up four large pieces of fresh ginger, a large bottle of peppermint extract, and he also picked up some ground ginger from the frozen section. Then he picked up some fresh pasta, fresh garlic, and a large bundle of fresh basil. Tomatoes would come from his garden and olive oil would be from his private import. From there he went to the butcher for some sausage. This butcher made the sausage fresh and right in front of the customers. The ingredients were never hidden, and you always knew what went into each sausage. Tonight, would run late into the night but he planned a small intermission around 9 for them to recharge their batteries. He finished his shopping with a bottle of Barolo
Then he went to the pharmacy and picked up a brand-new large-capacity enema bag with and nozzle as well as some little surprises that he would use on Saturday. Finally, off to the sex shop where he picked up a very well-equipped electro-stim kit; another surprise for Saturday or maybe Sunday.
He looked at his watch as he entered the house and saw that it was 4:05, just enough time to get everything ready.
Anna was just leaving the aesthetician. She had just enough time to go home, shower to remove any waxy residue and give herself two enemas to clean herself out for Phobos.
He would undoubtedly give her more, but she wanted to be sure to be clean before getting there.
At precisely 5:00, Anna stood in front of Phobos’ door. Her heart was pounding as she knocked. Fear mixed with excitement as the door opened. She looked into his eyes. He was a sadist, he could be very cruel, and she knew that he would be inflicting great pain on her for the next two days. Her body trembled knowing what was to come, yet her pussy was flowing like a river.
She knew that no matter how cruel and sadistic he would be, he would never injure her. Mark up, bruise, cut the skin a bit yes, but never injure. He took her head between his hands, lifted her face to look directly into her eyes, then leaned and spoke into her ear.
“By stepping past this threshold, you understand that you are surrendering your body to my control, my desires, and my wishes. Over the next two days, I will push your pain threshold to its limits. Your body will be mine to use as I see fit. If you consent, step forward.”
Shivers ran down Anna’s spine as she stepped into his home and kneeled before him. She knew she could always use her safeword, but she also knew that she would never need it with him. Anna heard the door close and lock behind her and a strong hand grabbed hold of her long red hair pulling her upright.
“Strip,” was all he said.
Anna unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders, then undid her bra and exposed her 36Bs. She then slid her skirt off her ample hips, and as always, she wore no panties when coming to Phobos. She stepped forward, spread her legs, and put her hands behind her head presenting her naked body for him to inspect.
Phobos looked at the alabaster beauty before him. He always loved how white the skin was at the beginning of one of their sessions, a pristine canvas for him to create a red, yellow, and blue masterpiece on. He stroked her tits, squeezing her left nipple but not overly hard. He then let his hands travel down her body, feeling the freshly waxed smoothness. Only her pussy had hair on it, and he would be addressing that shortly. He let his fingers stroke her pussy. He didn’t need to look for wetness. It was running down her leg.
“You can’t wait to feel the agony, can you? You are such a painslut!”
He punctuated each statement with a hard slap on each ass cheek. He then pinched her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and led her to the bathroom using her nipple and tit as a leash. Pain shot through Anna’s nipple as he pulled her to the bathroom. She could see he had prepared things; the enema bag was hanging, and there was a cane on the sink as well as a flogger and a small blue bottle she couldn’t quite make out. She was beginning to feel more and more helpless and completely within his power. She knew he would be giving her an enema but she couldn’t understand what the cane or the blue bottle were for.
He left her there for a minute while he went to get something from her toy bag, that she knew would be her very large stainless-steel butt plug. She smelled a slight odor of peppermint but couldn’t figure out where it was coming from and she knew better than to move from the spot he had left her in.
Returning with her plug he looked at her and smiled. “Good girl, you didn’t let your curiosity get the better of you. On the floor, face touching the floor ass up high, then reach back and spread your ass wide with your hands.”
Anna slowly sunk to her knees. She leaned forward and touched her head to the floor, then turned to the left and let her right cheek touch the floor. Arching her back and spreading her knees out brought her ass up high and then she reached back and spread her cheeks presenting her asshole to him. She had been in this very humiliating position many times before. She waited for the enema nozzle to slip into the asshole. After fifteen or twenty seconds, nothing had happened, and she began to wonder if she was somehow not in the proper position.
Phobos, however, had a surprise in store for her. He stood in front of her head and then put his bare foot on her upturned cheek. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she would not have long to wait to find out. She heard the whistling of the cane a split second before her asshole erupted in pain as the cane made perfect contact with her completely exposed asshole. She yelled and, in her surprise, released her hands from her ass cheeks.
“Get your hands back in position.” He didn’t yell, but he put enough force into his voice to leave zero doubt in her mind that she better obey. “If you release them again, I will cane your asshole until it bleeds.” Again, it wasn’t said in anger it was simply a statement that left zero doubt in her mind about what would happen if she moved her hands again.
This was new. Anna had never experienced this at his hands before. Her asshole was on fire as blow after blow hit dead on. And yet her pussy was leaving a puddle on the bathroom floor. After twenty well-placed cane strikes, Phobos could see Anna’s asshole was now red and swollen. Now was the time for her enema and his second surprise.
His foot still on her head he picked up the enema nozzle and reached into the blue bottle, picking up a little jelly and using it to lube up the nozzle. He also left some on his fingertips. Moving around behind her, he applied the jelly to her very red and very swollen asshole, then slid the enema nozzle into her waiting hole.
The moment he touched her ass with the lube, Anna’s world erupted with a fresh level of pain. The 'lube' was Vicks and the menthol on her inflamed skin stung with a newfound agony, but she didn’t have time to think too much about it because as the nozzle penetrated her asshole, the Vicks went with it. Again, more pain than she had ever experienced before, and yet within a few seconds, the pain was rapidly being replaced with a deep level of pleasure. Her pussy was literally flowing onto the floor now.
He started the flow of water but kept it slow, there were two full liters in the bag, and he intended to fill her slowly. He wanted it to take a good ten minutes before it was empty.
Now Phobos walked back and placed his foot on Anna’s head once again. He picked up the flogger and slowly and methodically began to turn the alabaster skin on her back and shoulders to an ever-darkening hue of pink.
By the time the bag was empty, Anna was thoroughly humiliated, kneeling with her face on the floor, his foot on her head while he filled her bowels with water and flogged her back. Her ass was on fire, and her pussy was free-flowing now. Also, the warmth beginning to come from her back was working its magic as well
He put the flogger down and picked up her buttplug. Once again, he lubed it up very well with some Vicks, then moved around to her ass. Gently, he pulled the nozzle out and replaced it with the plug. Anna would be holding this enema for a while, and he wanted to make sure there were no leaks.