Chapter 26: Getting Ready for Down Under
"Princess, have you ever given yourself an enema?" Christian asked Anastasia.
They were still in the playroom, lying on the bed, where he had just finished giving her aftercare. She felt boneless. Truth be told, she'd almost drifted off to sleep until Christian's voice got her attention. But he was right to stop her from sleeping. It was time to get ready for Down Under, where Christian was going to claim her ass, and the first step of that process was taking an enema. She knew that.
"No, Sir, I've never needed one before," she replied.
"That's not a problem," Christian told her. "Roll over and get on your hands and knees."
Anastasia obeyed and stayed in that position as Christian got up and went into the bathroom. She felt surprised that he appeared to be preparing to do it himself, but she didn't want him to see her surprise. She wanted him to do anything he wanted, even this. He was gone for a few minutes. When he returned, he carried an enema bag with him. He'd already added warm water, so it was ready for use. Setting the enema bag and a tube of lube down on the corner of the bed, he placed a couple of pillows under Anastasia's chest and another under her head.
"Make yourself comfortable, Princess. This won't take long, but I'm not going to rush it either. If you start cramping, tell me and I'll slow down. It'll help you if you take slow deep breaths. When it starts working, you're going to feel really full. When the bag is empty, you're going to lie there for a few minutes and let it work. Then, you'll go to the toilet and shit it all out. Ready?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
Christian lubed the tube of the enema, and then he put more lube on his finger and rubbed it into her asshole. He really enjoyed this part of the process. The rest of it he didn't particularly enjoy, but he didn't mind it either. An enema was a necessary precaution before a public ass claiming. He'd been compelled to give himself enemas in the past, back when he'd been a submissive. But he didn't want to think about that miserable life. His current circumstances were much more pleasant. He'd never given an enema to a submissive before, but that was only because he had never claimed a submissive the way he was going to claim Princess Rose tonight. There was something very intimate about giving Anastasia an enema that he actually liked.
Anastasia had not expected Christian to administer the enema himself. She knew she'd need to take one before the ass claiming, but she had mentally prepared to give it to herself. It seemed very, very personal. Was he going to go into the bathroom with her when she emptied her bowels? The thought embarrassed her, but she couldn't object. He was in charge, and that was exactly how she wanted it. Even so, she didn't want him to smell her shit. She lay there worrying about what the next few minutes would hold while Christian focused on emptying the bag into her rectum.
Once the enema bag was empty, Christian told Anastasia, "Lie still." He disposed of the bag and straightened up the playroom. Gail would clean in here next week, but he didn't like to leave it untidy.
After a few minutes, Christian told Anastasia to walk to the bathroom and use the toilet. He left her alone for a few minutes and simply continued putting away all of his Shibari ropes. Anastasia was very relieved to have some private time as the enema did its work.
After he'd given her what he felt to be enough time, he went to check on her. "I'm OK, Sir," Anastasia assured him. "I think it's probably finished working."
"Let's just give it a few more minutes to be sure," he told her. "Go back and lie on the bed until I return. If you need to shit, go shit. Otherwise, lie there and wait for me. You have permission to take a nap."
Half an hour later, Christian had finished taking a shower, and he'd filled his tub with a nice bubblebath for Anastasia. Wearing only a pair of gray boxers, he went to get her. She was sound asleep, so he had to wake her. He would have liked to have let her sleep, but he needed to finish getting her ready.
"Follow me," he ordered her once she was awake. "You have permission to walk."
Anastasia followed Christian back to the master bedroom, into the ensuite bathroom, and then she followed his orders to get into the warm bathtub, which he'd filled with very nicely scented bath oils. He scrubbed her body and even made sure that her legs and pussy were completely smooth. Anastasia felt strange having her Dom shave her legs and mound for her, but she enjoyed the intimacy. Once again, she was surprised that her Dom had chosen to do something that she felt was so personal.
When she was clean and smooth enough for Christian's satisfaction, he told her to get out of the tub, and he toweled her dry. Then, he rubbed her vanilla honey scented lotion all over her. Christian loved it. This was her smell that he couldn't get enough of. Anastasia felt once again that she must have died and gone to heaven, as nothing had ever felt as good as Christian's hands caressing her body as he rubbed the lotion everywhere.
Next, Christian had Anastasia sit down at the make-up table. She didn't need any make-up other than that fabulous pink lip gloss that he loved. But he wanted to braid her hair. When he was a child, one of the few things he'd taken pleasure in was braiding his little sisters' hair. He'd first learned how when he was only around ten, and Mia was around eight. Then, when Gabriella came along, he had bonded with her while braiding her hair. Later, when he became a Dominant, he realized that if he braided his submissive's hair, or required her to braid it ahead of time, it not only kept it out of the way but also gave him something to hold onto to control her movements. It had become a habit for him. And now, he liked seeing his beautiful Princess Rose with her hair braided down her back. Her tiara, which he would give her later, would look good with this hair style.
"Follow me," Christian ordered her once he was happy with her hair. He went to his walk-in closet, where they'd gotten ready for the gala the previous night. "Bend over and grab your ankles," Christian ordered as soon as they were in the closet. Once she had her ass in the air, Christian gave it a good smack, just for the fun of it. She was still pink from her spanking earlier, and she would be much pinker later tonight.
Satisfied that the enema had done its job, Christian took more lube and anointed her ass. He rubbed the lube into her asshole, causing her to moan.
"Soon, baby," he promised her.
Then, he took her first adornment of the evening and showed it to her. It was a large pink glass butt plug. The part of it that would be visible once the thing was inside her was heart shaped. She didn't tell him that she thought that it was gaudy as hell because she also thought it was perfect for tonight. Christian coated it with lube and carefully pushed it into her asshole. Gorgeous. Her pretty little heart-shaped ass now had a sparkly pink glass heart right at her rosebud. The sizable butt plug was ensuring that she would be ready for him when the time came to fuck her ass.
Now it was time for her lingerie. Christian removed several items from a drawer at once and put them on Anastasia one by one. The first was a rose gold thong. The triangle of fabric, what little there was, had a metallic hue that Christian had thought perfect for Princess Rose. The string that went along the crack of her ass didn't cover anything, and as Christian adjusted it, it disappeared between her ass cheeks so that only the glass heart of the butt plug could be seen. Next, he added a matching garter belt, in the same rose gold, which also had a panel of sheer pink lace along the bottom. The four fasteners on each leg were made of 24-carat gold. Only the best for his Princess Rose. Christian rolled up her pink fishnet stockings, which had pink lace tops that matched the garter belt, and attached them to the gold fasteners one by one. She looked so damn sexy.
Next, Christian took the tiny matching bra, which was, of course, a perfect fit, and expertly put it on her. Anastasia was surprised to see that it had heart-shaped cut out nipples. Really, the only purpose of the bra was to give her extra lift, as her nipples were completely exposed. She'd never worn anything that made her feel this slutty. And she really liked it. She certainly liked the pleased look on her Dominant's face.
Christian was, indeed, very happy with the sexy-as-hell lingerie, and he could hardly wait to show her off at Down Under. All those assholes who'd wanted her all these months would know that she was his, and they'd never have a chance to lay their filthy hands on her.
The rest of her adornments would wait until they got to the club. Christian had already put them in his toy bag, and he could hardly wait to see how they all looked on his Princess Rose. He'd had the nipple clamps designed especially for her, with rose quartz weighted stones that were perfect for Princess Rose. Christian knew that the longer she wore the clamps, the bluer her nipples would become, so he would wait and put them on her closer to 9 p.m. He would make her wear them through their first public scene together, and then, when he removed them near the end of their scene, the blood would return to her nipples. By the time their scene ended, her pretty little nipples would be much pinker than usual.
The last item that he gave her while they were in the closet was a pair of rose gold red-soled stilettos. She knew as he put them on her feet that these were Louboutins, and they were even more expensive than the shoes she'd worn the previous night. The heels were also at least an inch higher than the Jimmy Choo's. She'd never worn five-inch heels before, and she was nervous about walking in them. BB had always had her scene in her bare feet, but she knew that Christian wouldn't want her to take off these sexy shoes.
Christian stood back and admired his handiwork, now that he had Anastasia dressed in almost everything that he was allowing her to wear tonight. He also had her training collar, a new mask, and a new tiara for her, all of which he would give her once they were inside the building, away from any prying eyes. She didn't need any additional jewelry, nor did she need any makeup other than that pink lip gloss that he loved.
Anastasia looked in the mirror in Christian's closet, admiring herself. She'd never worn anything so revealing in her life. The teddies that she normally wore at Down Under were sexy, but the panties covered her ass, and the corsets or camisoles that she'd always worn covered her breasts. BB hadn't wanted her to wear anything too revealing until she had her own Dominant. But now, Christian was her Dominant, and he wanted to show her off. And she wanted him to. She'd been looking forward to dressing this provocatively from the first night she joined Down Under. She would have been happy for Christian to strip her completely naked in front of everyone. Perhaps he would.
Anastasia was surprised that Christian didn't put on his usual Grey Wolf clothes. Instead, she watched as he put on a pair of sexy bluejeans and a black button-up shirt. Was he changing his usual costume of gray denim jeans, a tight gray t-shirt, and a gray hoodie? If they'd been in the friend zone, she would have asked, but now that they were in their D/s roles, she knew she shouldn't speak unless he asked her a question. She'd just wait and see.
Christian was silent as he put on his gray socks and his favorite charcoal gray loafers, thinking through the scene he'd been planning for the past couple of days with great anticipation. His feet were the only part of his body where he dared to wear his Dom costume before arriving at the club. He didn't want people to see him dressed as the Grey Wolf before he entered Down Under. He only ever got dressed after entering the club the back way and going straight to his private room. Protecting his secret identity was of utmost importance. He'd already packed his toy bag earlier, so he took it from the corner of his closet where he'd left it.
As he ordered Anastasia to follow him to the living area, he wondered a few things. One, would she try to cover herself again if Gail were in the kitchen? She wasn't, but Anastasia didn't know that. Two, did Anastasia fear that he was going to take her out of the penthouse dressed like this, in nothing but sexy lingerie, with her nipples completely exposed? Three, if that possibility occurred to her, was it really a fear, or more of a desire? BB had insisted that Anastasia was an exhibitionist, but Christian wasn't convinced yet. Tonight, it would become obvious if she were.
Christian looked in the coat closet and took the coat that he'd purchased for Anastasia just for this purpose. The inside of it was lined with fur so soft it was almost certainly real. It wasn't though. It was the highest quality of artificial chinchilla on the market, and no animals had died to make it. The outside shell looked like a normal rain jacket, which was handy in rainy Seattle. And once he put it on her, the soft lining felt amazing on her naked skin. The fur stimulated her nipples, making her even hornier. Christian zipped up the knee-length coat, covering Anastasia so well that nobody would have guessed that all she had on underneath that coat was the most revealing lingerie she'd ever worn in her life.
Christian smirked, very satisfied with himself for how he'd dressed her, and even more satisfied with her for how she'd responded to each part of her attire. She liked her new costume, and she had enjoyed the experience of him dressing her in it. He could see that. She was excited about everything that they were about to do, and so was he. In a few minutes, he was going to scene with the first submissive to ever wear his training collar. He was going to publicly claim a submissive for the first time ever. And he could hardly wait.