In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) (3 page)

She stared up at the ceiling, and braced herself. “No.”

He nodded. “I’m going to start with a manual cavity search of your vagina and rectum. At the same time, I’ll be examining you to ensure it’s safe to collect the evidence we need. Vagina first.”

Her stomach clenched in a panic reflex as she felt wet, rubbery fingers probing, then spreading her folds. This was it; she was really going through with it. God, what would her friends, her family think if they knew? She held her breath and felt her heart pounding. A moment later, one thick finger very slowly slid into her vagina. Humiliatingly, her sex grasped at it.

“Good,” he said, quietly. “I know this is difficult. Just stay nice and calm for me, sweetheart. This’ll be over before you know it.”

She shuddered as his acknowledgment of her emotions served to heighten her arousal every bit as surely as his fingers.

The act of insertion, be it of a penis, an instrument, or a toy, was always one of her favorite parts of any sexual scenario; he knew that from their phone conversation when she’d booked the appointment. That feeling of being invaded, of someone else forcing her to submit in order to gain intimate knowledge of her physical condition or thoughts without her consent, uncovering her secrets, making her feel desirable and important enough to be the sole focus of their attention, when usually it was she who was the one trying to find out information from her subjects.

She moaned, and squeezed around the unrelenting digit as he pushed deeper, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance as he palpated her lower abdomen with his other hand. He added another finger, stuffing her full, and she clenched, drawing them in as deeply as she could.

He smiled. “Clamp down on my fingers as hard as you can, count to ten, and release them.”

She did.

“Good. Nice muscle tone.” He parted her labia and ran a slick, gloved finger around her clit. “Again.”

He made her do this over and over until she was nearing orgasm, her hips arching off the table, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.

He pulled them out, and she moaned. He fiddled around with things on the cart for several minutes, until her need was no longer acute. Then, to her relief, he was back. Two fingers hooked just inside her vagina, pulling down so that she gaped open, or at least that was how it felt. Something hard and slippery touched and began to enter her. It felt like a shoehorn, not like the speculum her gynecologist used. Suddenly, she felt intensely vulnerable. She clenched her muscles, which made the insertion painful, and halted its progress. Her chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, anxious gasps.

The instrument stopped moving, but stayed exactly where it was.

“Easy. Just a speculum to let me look inside you; make sure everything’s okay and you’re not hiding anything up there.” He used his fingers to spread her open, and gently began pushing again.

She brought her knees together, trapping his arms. “
No.
Please.”

The speculum slid from her body, and she heard it thunk onto the cart. He put a hand on each of her knees, gently but firmly parting them. “Sam, I promise I’m not going to hurt you. But this has to be done to ensure you’re not concealing evidence, and that you don’t require any medical treatment. There’s only one way out of this, and you know what that is.”

Her safeword.

Something soft and thick wrapped round her ankles, and then again just below her knees. She couldn’t pull away. He stood and came around to the side of the table. He grasped her right wrist and wrapped a thickly padded cuff around it, then buckled her in securely. Then he did the same with her left. It made her feel oddly safe.

He returned to the foot of the examination table and widened the stirrups so that she could no longer protect herself in any way. Her heart was hammering as she tested the restraints, and a thick, treacherous spurt of her own natural lubrication escaped from her vagina and slid down her crack.

He stepped in closer, and his hand disappeared between her legs. A moment later, she felt his gloved fingers forcing her open, and a different, thicker speculum was reinserted, this time not stopping until it reached full depth. There was a strong, steady pressure deep inside as he opened it fully. He picked something long and thin off the cart, and it disappeared from sight. A few moments later, she felt a sharp poke deep inside. She winced, a little frightened and a lot turned on by how real this felt. The slender probe entered her cervix, and she held her breath through what felt like a strong menstrual cramp.

He glanced up, frowning at her pained expression. “Sorry. I’m doing a cervical screen. It’ll be over in just a few more seconds.”

The cramping eased as the probe was withdrawn, and she saw him put the long, thin swab into a specimen container. He labelled it, and put it on the cart. He pressed strongly over her bladder, and her hips nearly came off the table in an effort not to have an accident.

“Uncomfortable?” he said.

“No, it’s okay.”

“I told you not to lie to me, Sam.” He ripped open a package and took out an extremely thin tube attached to a clear collection bag.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it. What the hell was he going to do?

“Here’s a win-win situation. I need a urine sample,” he said, working several cool and antiseptic-smelling wipes over and even into her vagina and anus. “And you need to empty your bladder. If you weren’t restrained, I’d have you stand and urinate into a container, but as it is, I’m going to insert a catheter.”

“No, Sir, please.” She really didn’t want this. It was a soft limit, and she hadn’t expected him to go here. Still, she didn’t safeword. Yet.

“Just try to relax, Sam. It’s going to feel a little strange, but it won’t hurt, and you’ll be a lot more comfortable.”

He ducked his head to work, and parted her entrance wide. She felt the thin tube prodding, and then sliding up a part of her that had never had any attention before. She inhaled sharply in alarm as it poked her deep inside, and then came a profound feeling of relief and shame as she heard the bag begin to fill. Even though they’d talked through her need to be safely out of control when they’d spoken on the phone, to allow him to control her bodily functions required a hell of a leap of trust. She was proud of herself for having been able to make that leap, and was amazed that this man had been able to gain so much of her trust in so short a time.

He smiled, and made some more notes on her chart. “Good, you’re filling the bag nicely. Just try to forget it’s there, Sam. I’m going to leave the tube in place for a little while, till we get through this next part, because your body’s going to be absorbing a lot of water, and without the catheter you’d be needing frequent trips to the bathroom.” He looked up at her, every inch the intimidating dom. “And that’s currently out of bounds for you.” He used surgical tape to secure the tube to the inside of her thigh.

He started opening more sterile packets, and looked at her. “Ever had an enema before?”

Goosebumps chased up her spine. “No, Sir.”

“It’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t want it, Sir.”

He didn’t reply.

He set up a bulging, upside-down hot water bottle that he hung from the IV stand. A large, clear latex tube depended from it.

“Please, don’t.”

“A rectal examination and enema are standard procedure for all detainees,” he said. He stripped off his gloves and put on a fresh pair, then lubricated a terrifyingly long section of the tubing. Surely
all
of that couldn’t be going inside her?

He picked up a new speculum, smaller than the ones he’d used in her vagina, and lubricated it generously, then put it down on the cart, ready for use.

A rubbery, slippery finger pressed for entry at her anus, and slid in.

Jesus, that was good.

“Any pain?” he said.

“No, Sir.”

He smiled, his expression a little distracted, concentrating hard on her examination.

Soon he had two fingers in there, and her eyes were closing in pleasure.

His fingers probed, wiggled, and stretched her gently before withdrawing. His eyes remained on her face the entire time, noting every moment of pleasure or unease, adjusting his movements accordingly.

“Stay calm,” he said. “This won’t hurt.”

Her eyes widened as he picked up a huge, clear syringe with a long latex nozzle, and inserted it deeply into her rectum. A moment later, her back passage was filled with sticky wetness. It felt incredibly strange and
full
back there. She could almost feel it in her mouth.

“Push out for me, as though you were having a bowel movement.”

She obeyed, saw light glint off the speculum as he took it off the cart, and felt it slide smoothly into her anus as the lube trickled out, tickling her ass as it dripped onto the rubber sheet beneath her. She groaned, and her vagina contracted helplessly around nothing.

He looked up and smiled. “Good. You’re lubricating nicely. I think you might not be suffering quite as much as you’d like me to believe.”

She had to admit he was right. The authority and confidence with which he stimulated and soothed her through the procedures were everything she’d hoped for. The speculum was hard, cool, and wonderfully invasive, quite a different feeling to the one she had at her gyno appointments. After quite some time had passed, he slowly slid it out with a wet, sucking sound. It thudded onto the cart.

“Okay, just a little push now. Try to stay relaxed for me.”

The soft, wet enema tube touched her anus, and she writhed in her restraints.

“Please, no.”

“I need you to keep still for the full insertion, Sam.”

“I
won’t do this
,” she gritted out, as the long, slippery tube entered her.

“That’s what everybody says the first time, sweetheart,”

He guided it in, and in, and
in
, until she whimpered, as desperate for
more
as she was for him to
stop
as it snaked way up inside where she couldn’t protect herself. It was so embarrassing, but she couldn’t stop babbling soft, nonsensical protests that he didn’t reply to.

There was a click, and she watched as cloudy liquid ran down the tube and disappeared between her legs. She gasped as the tube grew warm, and he smiled.

“What is that?” she whispered.

“Something to make you feel better. Just stay relaxed, Sam.”

She really had no choice. She lay restrained on the examination table, staring up at the ceiling. Master Dan came around to her side. His strong, careful hands massaged her abdomen expertly, now and then rocking her gently from side to side, moving the solution around inside her.

It felt really good for a while, warm and comforting, as the tube delivered whatever he had decided she needed, and there was nothing she could do about it.