Womanhood for Jenny Chapter 3

"As Your slut, whore, and wife, Master, I dream that You will mark Your bitch every day," jenny responded.

She pulled her skirt up, baring her thighs as she sat there, and watched as Master slashed four new welts across the front of her thighs. Her sharp intake of breath and suppressed squeal told of the new cane's effectiveness.

Later that evening, they began jenny's prep in the dungeon. Strapped to the whipping bench, she took two dozen welts of the cane on her ass, and another two dozen to her swaying breasts. The good Doctor mixed up a three quart enema solution, inserted a Bardex retention nozzle into jenny's puckered hole, and watched the restrained blonde squeal and squirm, anchored by the straps and Charles' cock down her throat.

When jenny had taken the entire load, Deb disconnected the hose from the nozzle. The one-way valve guaranteed the solution was staying put until the nozzle was deflated.

Master Charles hooked His fingers through jenny's thick hoop earrings to keep her tight against His groin as Deb unbuckled the restraints. With the cock in her mouth and a cane prodding her ass, jenny waddled over to the exam table. Charles pulled out so she could climb up on the table. Once on her back, He mounted her face again. Deb strapped jenny's high heels tightly into the stirrups, and adjusted the unforgiving metal spreader until jenny's toes were literally inches from Charles' chest as he fucked her mouth. Being twisted like a jelly roll was bad enough, but with the churning liquid sending waves of cramps rippling through her guts, jenny was hurting. Applying her oral tricks to bring Master off quickly didn't work. He knew her techniques, and would simply withdraw until He was in control again before resuming. He was deep in her throat when the cane first seared her slit. Her penis-gagged shriek was choked off as Charles thrust in even deeper. She endured a dozen of the searing strokes before Master's repeated spurts signaled a respite.