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none of that.
We both have histories, and I can’t be jealous of anyone you were with before
you met me.”
    Relieved he understood, Sam said, “Can I ask a favor?
Or, maybe permission?”
    “You can ask.”
    She rolled her eyes at him, grinned, and then looked
down as she said, “Right now I’m being the mature, well-adjusted submissive who
is mostly admitting I want whatever it is you have in store for me tomorrow. I
know why you’re doing it, and would probably be disappointed if you didn’t do
more than you already have…if you didn’t push me.” She looked up and quickly
added, “Though I love what we’ve already done!”
    His smile was patient. “You haven’t asked a
question.”
    “Tomorrow, is it okay if I hate some of it while
you’re doing it? So I don’t have to admit part of me wants it?”
    He considered her question a few heartbeats and
asked, “Which part of you wants it, and which part will hate it?”
    “The person bound, with no choice, no escape from the
pain… the person living through it, will hate it. But, the submissive who wants
to belong to you, who wants you to own her…me…” She shook her head. “I don’t
know, maybe it’s best if I keep both parts of my psyche present.”
    “I’m not sure I have an answer for you right now, but
I’m glad you asked.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Do whatever you feel is
best. If I don’t think it’s working, I’ll make you admit to wanting it.”
     
    * * * *
     
    As promised, Ethan gave her a series of enemas,
working up until she could take the entire contents of the large silicone bag.
For the first enemas he took it easy, allowed the water to go in slow, and
completely stopped it when she cramped. However, he pulled her hands behind her
back for the final enema, lifted the bag a little higher, and opened the valve
all the way. He reduced the flow a few times when she begged, but seemed to get
off on filling her faster than she thought she could handle, and pointing out
she’d take what he gave her.
    He was rock hard as he administered the final enema,
and seemed to relish maintaining his hard-on. He stroked himself slowly as she
begged and writhed, and made no motion towards attempting to get himself off.
    Sam had never held so much water before, and was a
little alarmed at her distended belly, but so turned on by his control over
her, she didn’t know what to do with herself.  
    When he at last let her go to the toilet, Sam thought
she’d never get rid of all of the water, and when she finally came out of the
bathroom she was exhausted.
    He’d put her in the restroom at the far end of the
house, thoughtfully helping her maintain a little more privacy. She was still
mortified at the sounds and smells her body made when expelling, though he
insisted it was a natural response and she had no reason to be embarrassed.
    Ethan looked up from the sofa in the great room as
she entered. He gave her a quick head-to-toe scrutiny, and his face looked
appropriately sympathetic as he said, “You look tired. I filled the tub
halfway, but it’s likely cooled by now. Go ahead and fill it the rest of the
way, to whatever temperature you want. I’ll join you in a little while and wash
your back, but pull your hair up so it doesn’t get wet. I don’t want to have to
mess with drying it tonight.”
    The water hadn’t cooled as much as he’d thought, and
Sam sank into the heavenly warmth as it filled with more hot water. He’d left
an iced sports drink on the edge of the tub, and she drank it as she relaxed in
the soothing water. Just as she was ready to get out and fall into bed, Ethan
arrived and washed her back before instructing her to stand and bend over with
legs spread wide so he could wash her ass.
    He rinsed her with the handheld showerhead, helped
her out of the tub, and dried her all over. His voice was gentle, though
undoubtedly still in Dom mode, and Sam followed instructions without
hesitation. He was rock hard, and