Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 44

(Katerina's POV)

In the past, I had always kept myself neatly trimmed. However, while conducting my research, I learned

that in most BDSM circles it was submissives who trimmed or kept a bare pubic area. I did break with

convention somewhat by getting the area around my vaginal lips and asshole waxed. I discovered that

it felt much cleaner and it was also more pleasurable when Kol went down on me or 'worshiped' me, as

I now liked to call it.

I reached back into the closet and retrieved my black strapless leather corset. Even though I hadn't

worn it in a month, I felt much more comfortable wearing it now. Inexplicably, it felt like a natural

extension of my body and personality.

It just feels right.

I giggled when I observed that each of the buckles could be laced up about two inches tighter. As I

gave myself one final examination, I noticed that I had an even more pronounced hourglass figure,

much more evident than it was a month ago.

I ran my middle finger between the lips of my vagina. My pussy felt like a humid, hot, wet rainforest.

The anticipation of dominating Kol was almost more than I could stand. He had been acting like a Dom

in the past months, even though he wasn't naturally one. But now we have decided to try things out in

the other way round.

It's time.

I walked into our master bedroom and looked into our bathroom. He was sitting naked on the toilet with

his blindfold on. When my boots met the ceramic tiles on our bathroom floor, they produced a loud

clicking noise that he heard, and he immediately rose to his feet. I couldn't help but notice his erection

protruding proudly from his body.

"You're quite worked up, aren't you, worm?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"You haven't been touching yourself, have you?"

"No, Ma'am, of course not."

"We have a problem, though, that needs to be addressed."

I witnessed the questioning look on his face, even though his eyes were covered with the blindfold. I

paused for a few moments to create a dramatic effect before I continued speaking.

"You've spent a lot of time on the internet looking at BDSM sites. During your ... let's call it ... inquiries,

did any of the submissives have pubic hair?"

He thought for a moment. "No Ma'am, they didn't."

"What do you think you should be doing, then?"

"Removing my pubic hair, Ma'am," he said sheepishly.

"Get to it!" I hissed.

He quickly removed the blindfold from his eyes, reached into one of the bathroom drawers, and pulled

out his beard trimmer. After powering the device on, he carefully ran it over his pubic region and his

reddish-brown pubes begin to fall on the floor. Within a few seconds, the jungle above his penis was

reduced to mere stubble. Next, he grabbed his can of shaving cream and rubbed a generous amount

over the bristles. Then, he reached for his razor and prepared to finish the job, until I interrupted him.

"You're my property now, don't you think that should be my honor?"

Our eyes met. "Yes, Ma'am," he said before handing me the razor.

His cock looked almost painfully erect. The head was deep purple in color and his shaft was twitching

in time to the beat of his heart. He was incredibly aroused even though his cock hadn't been touched

yet.

"You had better settle yourself down and hold still. We don't want a trip to the emergency room tonight,

do we?"

He took a deep breath. "No, Ma'am."

I took his razor in my hand and slowly moved it upwards, shaving the stubble. I could hear low moans

from above me. I wasn't sure why this was turning him on so much, but obviously it was. He didn't have Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

hair on his testicles, yet there was another area that required my attention.

"Turn around, bend over, spread your legs, and pull your ass cheeks apart."

His mouth dropped open and he gave me a bewildered look. Seconds later, he quickly complied with

my command.

I gave his ass a little smack and he emitted a low moan. Gently, I ran my index finger over the

puckered little hole and I could feel him shiver.

"This should be hair-free as well, wouldn't you agree?"

"Y-y-y-yes, Ma'am," he stammered.

I squirted some shaving cream over his asshole and gently rubbed it over the delicate skin. Next, I

grabbed his razor and carefully removed the hair. Finally, I reached for a washcloth and wiped off the

excess shaving cream so I could inspect my work.

"M-m-m-m ... nice and smooth, just like I want it."

I looked between his legs and there was a long string of pre-cum dangling from his cock. I couldn't help

but smile.

He let out a low moan as I ran my index finger up and down his asshole several times, teasing him

before I continued speaking.

"If we're going to use this tonight, it should be clean, don't you think?"

His entire body was shaking in excitement, but after a few seconds he was finally able to settle himself

down enough to speak.

"Yes, Ma'am."

I waited a few moments, which gave the effect of a dramatic pause.

"Turn around."

He turned and faced me. I reached underneath the bathroom sink and retrieved the item that I hid

underneath the folded bathroom towels.

"Do you know what this is?"

He looked into my eyes. "It's an enema bag, Ma'am."

I smiled. I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my next question. However, I couldn't help but ask

because it would heighten the sexual tension.

"Have you ever received an enema?"

He inhaled deeply as the reality of what was going to happen next appeared to be hitting him.

"No, Ma'am, I haven't."

"This will be an evening of many firsts, then, for both of us."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He watched as I slowly removed the apparatus from the plastic wrapping. I had actually practised

assembling the device a couple of nights prior because I wanted to appear confident and self-assured

in front of my submissive. I connected the tubing to the large red plastic bag. Then I connected the

small probe to the other end of the plastic tubing.

I filled the plastic bag with warm purified water and added a small amount of non-iodized salt, which I'd

read was supposed to aid in purification. I reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a tube of

Astroglide that I'd also hidden.

He watched in apparent awe while I generously lubed the probe.

"Take this," I said while handing him the plastic bag filled with water, "and hang it from the shower door.

Then turn around."

He took a deep breath in an attempt to control his hyperventilation. Then he complied with my order.

"Spread your ass cheeks apart, worm," I hissed.

He took another deep breath, reached behind himself with both hands, and exposed his freshly-shaven

asshole to me. He emitted a low moan as I ran my index finger over his little-puckered hole.

"M-m-m-m-m ... you're so tight back here. I'll have to see what I can do to loosen things up. However,

first things first."

I squirted a large dollop of Astroglide on my index finger and rubbed it over his asshole. He let out a

low moan and I was beginning to realize how much he enjoyed having his ass played with. With the tip

of my finger I worked a small amount of the lube inside his orifice. Almost immediately, I could feel him

tense up and the small muscular ring in his anus closed tightly around my finger.

"You better learn to relax, worm," I hissed, "or this is going to be one long, painful evening."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said hoarsely.

I heard him take a deep breath and his sphincter loosened and released the 'death grip' on my finger.

"Good boy," I said after pushing my index finger inside him to the second knuckle.

He let out another low moan as I worked my finger in deeper. After a minute or so his tight little rectum

had loosened to the point that I could slide my finger in and out with minimal resistance.

He's ready.

I grasped the lubricated probe and gently inserted it into his rectum. The circumference of the probe

was much smaller than my finger and it slid in easily. Kol let out a little grunt when the probe was fully

inserted.

I reached up and opened the small valve below the plastic bag, which emptied the warm water into his

bowels. To my delight, he whimpered and moaned as he received his first enema. I couldn't help but

think that this had to be a degrading experience for him. However, his fully erect member was also

telling me this was something he obviously enjoyed, at least on some level.

Once the bag was completely empty I retracted the probe from his ass.

"Tell me what it feels like, worm."

He took a deep breath. "I feel so full, Ma'am, and I really have to use the toilet."

I couldn't help but smile. I loved his brutal honesty. He was so vulnerable and I knew this was an

incredibly degrading experience for him. However, he seemed to revel in the humiliation of the moment.

"Please, Ma'am, I don't think I can hold it, I really have to use the toilet."

I loved the desperation in his voice, the pleading, he was right where I wanted him.

"We don't want you making a mess in here, do we ... so go ahead and release the water."

"Thank you, Ma'am," he said desperately as he sat down on the toilet and emptied the water from his

bowels.

I gave him a minute or so to ensure he'd voided his bowels, which gave me some time to study his

face. There was an obvious look of relief, which was to be expected. Additionally, there was an

expression of degradation, depravity, and shame mixed with a comfortable contentment. He was in his

element, submitting to me, and that gave me an immeasurable feeling of pride in my husband.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

His face blushed a deep, red ember. "Yes, Ma'am."

I smiled. "Good, because I'm enjoying it too. Now clean yourself, and let's continue."

He received several more enemas during the next half hour. Throughout the entire cleansing process

his dick looked almost painfully erect, and at times it was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. I allowed him

to administer the last enema himself. I wanted to ensure that in the future he could prepare himself for

an evening of anal play without my assistance. After he took a quick shower and dried off, he was

ready for my next order.

"Retrieve the treasure chest, then sit at the foot of the bed and wait for me."

Two weeks earlier, I had purchased an ornate, antique trunk at Pier One Imports. It fit perfectly

underneath our bed and it was ideal for storing our growing collection of sex toys.

Several minutes later, I entered the room and knelt in front of the chest. After I unlocked it, I opened the

lid towards him, which blocked his view and didn't allow him to see what was inside. After a short

dramatic pause, I removed my latest purchase: A leather strap-on harness. It had a large metal ring in

the front that was compatible with a wide variety of dildos and plugs.