Chapter 37

“You are out of your fucking mind!” exclaimed Anita. She was standing with her hostess in Caroline’s bedroom, wrapped in an oversized bathrobe and nothing else, and staring at the leather object in Caroline’s hands. “Have you gone nuts?”

Waking shortly before lunch, Anita had gone downstairs for soup and rolls, then had followed Caroline back to the master bedroom, expecting another afternoon lesbian session. Instead, she had been amazed as Caroline laid out the plan for the afternoon. Anita was to give in to her submissive side and allow herself to be used by the men in the house for the entire afternoon.

“You expect me to go along with getting gang raped?”

“What rape? Come on, it’s not like you haven’t been getting it from every one of them already. Besides, I thought we already decided you enjoyed it when John got a little forceful with you. Rape, schmape.”

Anita was stunned by the idea. “Jesus, Caroline, I don’t know...”

“What’s to know? It isn’t like the guys are going to tie you to a bed and let some street gang have at you for the day. Oh, come on, you’ll have fun. You’ll be so fucked you won’t be able to stand!” answered Caroline. She directed Anita to her bathroom, where Anita was confronted with an enema bag and a tube.

“This is going way too far, Caroline,” replied Anita, beginning to get worried.

“It’s not like you haven’t had an enema before. I know for a fact that they’re standard operating procedure before delivering kids. We’re just going to make sure you’re squeaky clean, inside and out. By this evening, the only thing that’s going to be in your asshole will be cocks and cum.” Caroline had her buxom guest stand in the shower and bend over. She gently inserted the plastic tip into Anita’s rectum and opened the valve on the bag. Warm and soapy water flowed into Anita’s bowels, instantly creating an intense desire to take an immediate dump. Caroline kept Anita in the shower for several minutes in this manner before relenting and removing the tube. Anita scrambled for the toilet as Caroline gave her some privacy.

Caroline came back into the bathroom several minutes later, to Anita’s bemused observation, “Well, I can guarantee you I’m squeaky clean now!”

Caroline turned the shower on and held the door open. “After you!” Anita wiped her ass and flushed, then moved under the hot water. Caroline joined her and the pair took a long and luxuriously erotic shower together. By the time they finished, both were clean, and their knees were wobbling. They toweled off and put on thick terry cloth robes.

Anita sat down on Caroline’s bed to watch her hostess searching through drawers seemingly filled to overflowing with erotic play toys and lingerie. Finally, Caroline announced, “Ah ha! Here it is!” She held up what appeared to be a brown leather mask of some kind.

“Here’s what?”

“Well, what kind of a gang rape would it be if you could see who was gang raping you?” She unfolded the leather and shook it out.

To Anita it looked to be some kind of skull cap with leather patches over the eyes and a clasp at the rear. “What the hell is that? Are you nuts?”

Caroline put her hands on her hips and looked at Anita. “Will you trust me? I love bondage games. Malcolm isn’t really into them, but I just adore them. This is going to be perfectly safe, trust me. Now first, what do you want your code word to be?”

“Huh?”

“You need a code word, so that the other person knows if they’ve gone too far.”

“What about simply, ‘Stop, that hurts!’”

“Too obvious, nobody’ll know if you mean it or are simply getting into it,” explained the tall brunette. “No, you want something that you won’t be yelling out in the heat of passion. What’s your favorite flower?”

“Chrysanthemums.”

“Great. If something is going on you don’t enjoy, just yell out ‘chrysanthemum.’ Okay?” Anita nodded and Caroline stepped in front of her and placed the leather mask on Anita’s head. Anita found herself blinded as the close-fitting but comfortable cap was placed on her head. She tilted her head forward so that Caroline could tighten the clasp behind her head, locking it in place. She brought her hands up to find it snugly fitting and adjusted it slightly.

“Now what?” she asked. She heard Caroline rummaging around in her closet.

“Put these on.” Caroline thrust a pair of high heels into Anita’s hands. Anita fumbled with them briefly, determining which was right and which was left, then slipped them on. Caroline knelt at her feet and adjusted the ankle straps. “Comfy?”

“Fine. What else?”

In response, Caroline put a small collar on Anita’s neck. Anita held it in place but failed to notice the sturdy D-ring at the clasp. “Almost done. Take off your robe and stand up.”

Anita stood and slipped off the terry cloth and stood there, feeling incredibly stupid for going along with the plan. She was both startled and incredibly excited when Caroline came up behind her to slip leather padded handcuffs on her wrists from behind. Her breathing deepened as her pussy began moistening, then she heard a click as Caroline’s hands moved under her chin. “Caroline, what did you just do?”