The Precious Cargo
Copyright© 2021 by Ne Obliviscaris
Chapter 12
The man walked out to the outer room with the whip, the flogger and the cane. He set them on the counter and retrieved the remote control for the winch. Walking back in the bedroom, he looked the girl over and saw that she had calmed. Triggering the remote DOWN, he lowered the cable about two inches, so that the girl was able to be flat-footed on the floor. Her flip-flops had come off, which was fine for now. He picked them up and set them down in front of her bed.
She was listening to the man move over towards the bed, then return to stand in front of her. She felt him do something at her right ankle but remained still. Then he moved over to her left one and then she sensed that he had stood up and away from her.
“Go ahead and close your legs together.”
She did, sliding her left foot in then shifting her weight to it, slid her right one in so that both legs were together now. As she did so, she realized that her thigh muscles were quivering from use. She hadn’t realized how much strain the position had put her in. As she was paying attention to her own legs, she didn’t realize the man had again moved, this time behind her. He triggered the remote DOWN for just a second and her arms came down a little more.
“OK, Nikki. I’m going to release the spreader from the cable. If you can, keep your arms up over your head for just a second, please.”
The man reached up and disconnected the loops on the ends of the cable from each end of the spreader. He then triggered the remote UP and the cable retracted upwards about a foot and he stopped it there. Reaching up, he quickly held the spreader bar in the middle with his left hand and disconnected her right wrist cuff from the right end of the arm spreader. He lowered that arm down to her side.
Switching hands, he held the spreader with his right hand and disconnected her left wrist cuff from that end of the spreader, and again lowered that arm down to hand at her side. Then moving around in front of her, he bent over to pick up the ankle spreader. This was intentionally putting himself in some danger, as if she wanted, she could have attacked him now. She shouldn’t be able to do very much though, as she would quickly realize that her nervousness and tension from being trapped in the X position for so long will have tired-out her muscles. It didn’t matter, as she didn’t move, just remaining still and in place.
“Stay where you are, please, Nikki,” the man said as he quickly took the bars out to the outer room, then returned.
“OK, Nikki, I’m going to lead you over to your right a bit,” and he did so. He again turned her facing the same direction she had been, and directed, “OK, Nikki, now I want you to sit down. Just behind you is a toilet.” Helping her, he let her sit on the toilet and somewhat relax.
“Alright, take your time, but go ahead and do what you need to do, both pee and poo, you probably have to go now.”
Suddenly, the girl was very self-conscious of the man being in the same room, even though she couldn’t see him, but then her need to pee quickly overcame the nervousness. She realized as she was peeing, that she also had to relive herself and did so. The was mildly embarrassed as the shit plopped into the water, but the relief her body was feeling helped. She finished peeing and sat.
“All done?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.”
While she had been doing that, the man had detached the ends of the two short lengths of cable from the main loop and retracked the main cable back up into the ceiling. Taking the short cables out, he placed them next to the spreaders. Returning to the bedroom he walked over to the girl and, taking hold of her shoulders, he pulled her to her feet. She resisted slightly, saying, “sorry, master, but I need to wipe still!”
He quietly stated, “I know, just stand for now.” She did, and he moved her about a step to the right and he started to push her down again, “Now there is a bidet behind you, sit again, please.”
As she lowered herself down, she asked, “a bid-what?”
“A bidet. It’s spelled bee, eye, dee, eee, tee, and is pronounced bi-day” As the girl settled down on to the toilet-like device he reached over and flushed the toilet. “I’m going to activate the bidet and you’re going to feel water splash your bottom end. Don’t be too startled, it’s going to wash your bottom off.”
The girl was confused, and then as she heard the bidet start and felt the water jets hitting her vagina and anus, she started. Realizing that it was indeed just water, she quickly relaxed, realizing that it felt kind of good.
After a minute or two, the man shut off the water and grabbed a couple pieces of thick paper towels and leaning the girl forward, he quickly wiped, reaching way under to start from the area of the girl’s clit he wiped back to her butt. The paper was wet, but clean. He tossed it into a trashcan sitting behind the toilets, and then helped the girl to her feet.
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