Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I laugh softly, loving this new her. Leaning forward, I gently kiss her forehead, and when I pull back, she’s frowning up at me with confusion written all over her face. “Come here.” I take her hand and pull her down the hallway and into our master bathroom. “Give me these.” I take the bags from her hands and place them on the countertop by my sink and pull her over to hers. “Get undressed,” I command and walk into the closet. I grab a few things that I’m going to need and return to see she’s removing her underwear. She’s needy. It’s the fact that I haven’t touched her since the night of the house of Lords party. “Bend over. Hands behind your back.” I place the items on the counter.
Her eyes look over and widen. She takes a step back, those pretty eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry,” she rushes out. “I’ll return the car…”
“Bend over,” I say once more, hating to repeat myself.
“Ty-“
“Shh, Lake.” I cup her face in both of my hands. Her eyes are the size of quarters, her body trembling against mine. “It’s okay. The car is yours.” I’ll never tell her, but I’m glad she went out and purchased the SUV. Good for you, little darling. She deserves to have everything she wants. And I plan on giving it to her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make her earn it.
Licking her nude-colored lips, she shifts her eyes to the items once more, then back to mine. “But…”
“This isn’t a punishment, Lake.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, asking softly, “Then what is it?”
“Preparation,” I say honestly.
Her hands grip my shirt and I kiss her forehead once again. “Turn around and lie across the countertop.” Stepping back, I let go of her.
She turns and does as I say, knowing she has no other choice. I was telling her the truth. This isn’t a punishment. But I can make it one if I need to. Pressing her body onto the cold surface, I rip my belt from my jeans and pull her arms behind her back, tying them together at her wrists.
Then I pop open the lid on the saline and fill the large glass bowl with it. I take the 550cc syringe and fill it up to three 300 with the saline, then add the tube to the end of it before applying the lube.
Last, I slide my fingers along her ass, making sure to push one into her. I hear her sniff and watch her close her eyes in the mirror. Removing my finger, I replace it with the tip of the small tube and slowly push the plunger on the syringe, starting to fill her ass with the saline.
“Tyson,” she gasps, her hips rocking from side to side the best she can.
“You’re going to feel some cramping, but it won’t be painful, Lake,” I assure her.
She whimpers, her body shaking. I reach out with my free hand and rub her bare back. “You’re doing so good, Lake. Just relax.” She takes in a shaky breath. “So good.”
I hear her sniff again, and she fists her tied hands.
“Almost done,” I say, glancing down at the syringe. The Lords are all about control, punishment, and humiliation.
The first time I saw an enema given was my sophomore year at Barrington while the seniors were throwing a party at the house of Lords a few weeks after they had their vow ceremonies for their chosens.
“Fuck, you, Saint,” the girl yells as I watch her being carried over a Lord’s shoulder while he walks down the hall.
He slaps her ass, making her laugh as her head bobs up and down. Her dark hair is so long it’s almost on the floor. A group of guys follows them, so I do the same to see what’s going on.
He kicks his bedroom door open, and we enter to fill the large space. He tosses her onto his king-size bed, and she giggles, unable to hide her excitement. Turning over onto her back, she shoves her hair from her face. “What are you going to do, Saint? Punish me?” She arches a brow, and all the guys make audible “oh” sounds, knowing that she’s egging him on. The girl has balls, I’ll give her that. No one fucks with Saint.
“Hold her down,” he orders, and his two best friends jump onto his bed. Each grab an arm and pin them down above her head, and her eyes widen.
“Saint…” She breathes his name.
“You asked for this, sweetheart.” Reaching out, he grabs her jeans and yanks them down her legs, removing her underwear as well.
She’s twisting and turning to get free, but the two Lords hold her down while Saint grabs some rope from his nightstand. “Give me her left arm,” he orders. The Lord holds it out to Saint, and he wraps the rope around it before pulling the arm down by her side and tying it off to the footboard. It forces her to bend her knees. Otherwise, her legs would hang off the end.
“Other one.” He does the same, tying it off to the headboard.
“Saint, please…” she cries out, realizing he isn’t playing with her.
He removes his belt and bends her left knee to where her ankle is up against her thigh, then he secures it with his belt. Snapping his fingers at the guy who stands behind him, he orders, “Give me your belt.”
The guy rips it off and hands it over. Saint does the same to the other leg. She pulls them to her chest.
He leaves her there naked from the waist down. Some guys in the room already have their cells out, recording her squirm. My eyes drop to her shaved cunt, and there’s no denying she’s wet. Some bitches get off on this shit.
Saint exits the bathroom with a bowl of what looks like soapy water, a towel, and a large syringe. He sets the bowl on the floor at the end of the bed, and he bends down, shoving the syringe into it and filling it up. “Open her legs. Hold them wide open for me.” He orders to his two best friends, who are still sitting on either side of her head.
They grab her legs and pull them apart, making her arch her back and cry out into the room at the position they’ve got her in. Holding her wide open for the room to see. Makes me think she’s about to give birth by the way they’ve got her spread open.
He wastes no time putting the tip of the syringe into her ass and starts to fill her with the water. She cries, begs him to stop, but he continues until the bowl is empty. Her stomach has expanded. She looks like she could be seven months pregnant once he’s satisfied.
“That’s my girl,” he praises her. “Such a good whore.” She whimpers, tears running down the side of her face. “Tell them, sweetheart. Tell them how much of a painslut you are.” She can’t say anything over her sobbing. “I used cooler water; it’ll cause more cramping than warm water,” he informs her.
Saint hands the syringe off to a friend while he keeps his fingers on her ass to hold the water in. The friend opens the tampon and hands it to him. He removes his fingers only to replace it with the tampon.
His friends let go of her shaking knees, and Saint gets up on the bed to sit by her head. “Hand me a small pillow.” He points at a guy who sits on a chair over in the corner of Saint’s room recording. The guy tosses it in the air, and Saint kneels, pushing it up underneath her neck and shoulders, arching her head back. “Someone start a timer,” he barks out, kneeling above her head.
She looks up at him through watery lashes, tears running down her face, body shaking uncontrollably. “Saint, please. I can’t…”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he tells her, and she shakes her head at him. “Yes. And after I come down your throat, I’m going to fuck that ass.”
After he came, he left her tied there and sat down to play video games while she continued to cry and beg him to let her release the water. When the timer went off, he did just that, taking her to the bathroom, leaving us all in the room waiting. Curious to see what would happen. They were in there for what felt like forever. Once they returned, he kissed her before he tied her down once again, this time facedown with her ass up in the air. And he fucked her ass just like he promised while we all watched her get off on it. Then he let his two friends fuck her ass as well.
I get the whole watch me fuck what’s mine. But even then, I didn’t understand the concept of sharing. What’s the point of having something if everyone else gets it too? But some men get off on the fact they have the power to loan their women out. That was also the first time I ever saw a painslut in action. I spent many months after that watching porn of men and women getting off on receiving and giving pain.
“Ty-son,” my wife whispers my name, getting my attention.
“Almost, Lake,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good, little darling. Almost done.” I finish off the last bit and pull it out. “Hold it in there, Lake.” I only gave her 300 cc. Not much compared to the gallon I watched the girl get that night at the house of Lords party. But to someone like Laikyn, who has never done it before, it will be uncomfortable.
I gently grab her upper arm and slowly pull her to stand. I undo my belt and then turn her to where she faces me. Her pretty eyes are downcast, staring at the floor. “Look at me.”
She lifts to meet mine, and she’s got unshed tears in them.
“Hold it in for ten minutes.”
Her shoulders shake.
“Then you can go to the bathroom. After that, I want you to shower and get ready for your shift. Do you understand?”
She nods, her eyes dropping to the floor once again. “Lake?” I command, and she raises her eyes to meet mine through her wet lashes. “You will probably need to go more than once. But you should be fine by the time your shift starts.” I cup both sides of her face and lean down, kissing her lips. She doesn’t kiss me back. I taste her tears and my cock makes me want to bend her over and fuck her cunt. But I can’t right now. I’ve got plans for her tonight. Another first of many to come with my new bride. “I want you down in my office before you start, understand?”
“Y-yes,” she whispers brokenly.
“Good girl,” I tell her, then I turn and leave her alone.
THIRTY-FOUR
LAIKYN
When I was in high school, I had a friend named Margaret. My parents loved her. They thought she was the best friend to have. Virgin, never partied, no drugs or alcohol. She was the only friend I was allowed to continue to have after my sister passed because she was a “good girl.” Did everything her parents asked of her and wasn’t a slut like the other girls-my mother’s words.