Jefferey could hear water running as he floated in a semi-trance, slipping back and forth between a sweet dream and a memory of the things he and Jennifer had done the night before. He loved that time of morning, and he liked to prolong it whenever he could, so he stayed in bed with his eyes closed, drifting, listening to the shower, and imagining her body and the pleasure it had given him. Last night, Jennifer had finally let him put his cock in her ass, and he could still see her looking back over her shoulder as he pushed it past her well-lubricated sphincter.
"Please be gentle. Please don't stop." Jefferey was gentle, he didn't stop, and she loved it, as he knew she would since the first time he touched her there. He heard the shower stop, and after a few minutes, his lover came softly into the bedroom. Jefferey pretended to be asleep, eyes nearly closed in the half-light.
Jennifer watched him for a few seconds, and then very quietly she opened
the drawer reserved for their erotic toy collection and started filling
the small gym bag they kept there. Jefferey stayed in bed, playing dead,
waiting to see what she had in mind.
After a few minutes, she left with the bag, and soon he could hear
her movements in the next bedroom. She crept across the hall to the guest
bathroom, and he could hear cabinets opening and closing and more water
running.
At this point, it was clear that Jennifer was working on something,
and Jefferey was hoping that it would be a surprise for him.
Jennifer returned to the bedroom and went back to the toy drawer. She
took out the ankle and wrist cuffs and set them on the dresser, along with
the leather D-Ring belt they used in their bondage games. Then she came
over to the bed to wake him with a kiss. Jennifer kissed his face and my
lips, and when her tongue went into his mouth, Jefferey came to life, kissing
her back and reaching out to pull her into bed.
"Not so fast," she teased. "I've got other plans for you."
She knelt by the bed and took his cock into her mouth for a few minutes,
just long enough to bring it to life. Then she stood up, retrieved the
cuffs and the belt, and brought them over to the bedside.
"Sit up and put these on." Her tone was firm, but flirtatious. She
seemed to know that he would comply, and he did.
"I've got a surprise for you in the next room. Are you curious?"
Jefferey smiled and nodded. "If you want it, you'll have to work for
it," she teased,
and she clipped his wrists to the belt with a couple of snap-hooks
and pushed him back on the bed.
Jennifer opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. Her petite breasts
stood out firm and proud, nipples erect. As she stood next to the bed,
feet apart, Jefferey could see the coral edges of her swollen labia peeking
through her closely cropped bush.
He knew what the price of his curiosity would be. She took his cock
in one hand and stroked it for a few minutes while she massaged herself
with the other. Then she climbed up on the bed, straddled his head, and
settled down on his face like a hen tending her eggs.
"You know what I like, now do it," she commanded. Jefferey went to work
on her, using his tongue and lips to separate her folds and probe the opening
to her vagina, before locking in on her clitoris. He trapped it between
his lips and lashed it with his tongue until she came forcefully, almost
drowning him in her secretions. Jennifer climbed off, kissed Jefferey deeply,
and licked her come from his lips.
"Mmmm. I taste good, don't I?" Jefferey nodded his agreement.
"Now, it's time for your surprise." Jennifer went back to the toy drawer,
retrieved a blindfold, and tied it around his head. She instructed him
stand up, and then, with a firm grip on his cock, she led him down the
hall to the guest bedroom.
"Sit back on the bed. I want you in position before you see what's in
store for you." She pushed him back to the bed and sat him down, then released
his wrists from the snap-hooks.
"Now lay down and put your arms over your head. "
This was really getting interesting. Before today, Jefferey had always
been the dominant one in the games they played, but Jennifer was really
taking to the role, and Jefferey made up his mind to help her along. He
stretched out as directed, and felt Jennifer clip his wrists together and
secure them to the headboard. Next he felt his right ankle pulled upward
and outward and secured, dangling a couple of feet in the air. Then the
other ankle followed suit. Jennifer worked quickly and without a word.
Within two minutes, Jefferey was bound and spread-eagled with his ass lifted
off the bed. "Here, baby boy. This will make you more comfortable," she
cooed, as she pushed a pillow under his ass. It did help support him and
he thanked her, addressing her as "Mistress."
Jefferey could feel himself starting to slide into the submissive role,
and it surprised him a little, but he had gone this far, and decided to
keep playing along.
"Now it's time for my baby to see what's in store for him." Jennifer
laughed, and she removed the blindfold. Jefferey was stunned by what he
saw. The guest bed was an old four-poster canopy model that had been equipped
for bondage.
It had an assortment of rings and eyebolts mounted in strategic places,
and Jennifer had used them thoughtfully. Jefferey's hands were tied off
to the center of the headboard, and his legs were tied to the posts at
the foot of the bed with some short cotton ropes from the toy drawer. Jefferey
had to admire Jennifer's handiwork. She had learned a lot in the months
they had been together, but her obvious skill isn't what stunned him. What
really caught his eye was the huge bulging black rubber enema bag that
she had hung from another eyebolt on the canopy frame. It was centered
between his ankles, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
A long thick hose with a squeeze-bulb in the middle hung down to the
mattress and then curled back up, disappearing into the mouth of the bag,
where a thick head of soapsuds was visible.
"Surprise, lover." There was a child-like glee in Jennifer's voice.
"You fucked my ass last night, now I'm going to fuck yours. Nothing like
a nice, warm enema to get you ready." Jefferey was speechless.
He didn't even know that Jennifer had an enema bag in the house, let
alone one so exotic in appearance, and they had been living together for
two months. She seemed to read his mind.
"There are a few things you don't know about me yet," Jennifer said,
teasingly. "I bet you thought that last night was your idea, didn't you?
Well it wasn't. I got tired of getting myself ready and waiting for you
to make your move, so I steered you a little. Now, it's your turn."
She smiled broadly and gave the bag a little squeeze. Steaming soapsuds
spilled over the side. Jefferey could feel himself starting to panic.
"This is how the game works," Jennifer explained in a matter-of fact
tone, "I'm going to give you the three quarts in this bag, and once it's
is empty, you will have to hold it for ten minutes before you get to let
it out. I will make you work for every drop, and if you stop pleasing me,
I will stop the flow until you figure out what I want. Remember that the
ten-minute clock doesn't start until the bag is empty, and I've got all
day. After this enema, there will be one more to rinse the soap out of
you, and then it will be time for your stretching exercises. Don't let
any water leak out, or I will make you drink what you spill."
Jennifer paused dramatically to let her speech sink in, then she reached
up and withdrew the nozzle from the mouth of the bag. It was a good six
inches long and about an inch in diameter. She smeared it with KY jelly,
and then pushed another finger-full into Jefferey's ass and stroked his
prostate.
"Don't you dare come," she warned, "or you will really regret it."
Then she took his cock in her mouth and started sucking. Trapped between
her mouth and her finger, poor Jefferey couldn't keep still, and soon he
was thrusting to the rhythm she set up. He was almost at the point of no
return when she lifted her head from his cock and pushed the nozzle against
his anus. Jefferey impaled himself on it reflexively, and she pushed it
home with a twist. He heard a click, and immediately felt the hot water
flooding his bowels. His poor cock was left twitching in the air as his
belly started to swell, and within a minute, he was cramping and begging
for mercy. Jennifer turned off the flow.
"I've got all day, baby boy," she reminded me. "How about you? Wouldn't
you like to get this over with?" She held the nozzle firmly in place as
he started to squirm, then she climbed on to the bed and settled herself
over his face, with her glistening lips a few inches above his nose.
"Reach for it," she commanded, and Jefferey lifted his head, stretched
his neck and started licking her in long, slow strokes. "Perfect," she
murmured, "Perfect," and he heard that ominous click again. "Now my ass.
Lick me there." Jefferey shifted his attention to her puckered little bung
and massaged it with the tip of his tongue. Jennifer groaned her approval,
leaned forward and reached for the squeeze bulb.
"Let's pump you up a little," she said in a teasing tone, and she gave
the bulb a few sharp squeezes. Each time she did, Jefferey felt his cock
jump. He was invaded, flooded, pressurized, and really beginning to worry.
Jefferey didn't know how he was going to take the whole bag, let alone
hold it for ten minutes. He had only had a few enemas in his life, and
they were all unpleasant and explosive. Finally, the bag emptied with a
slurping sound, and Jennifer produced a kitchen timer, which she set for
fifteen minutes instead of ten.
"I lied." she said, and then she laughed.
"No, please. I can't hold it. I know I can't," Jefferey whined.
"That's OK, baby. I'll help you," she cooed. "Let's get that nozzle
out of you. Clamp down now, don't lose any water." She slid it out and
Jefferey clenched his buns together as tightly as he could. Jennifer walked
across the room and returned with an inflatable anal plug that he had never
seen before...he was beginning to realize that there was a side to her
he had never imagined. She pushed the plug past his clenched sphincter
and gave the pump three healthy squeezes. Suddenly, Jefferey felt like
he had an orange in his rectum. Jennifer tugged on the plug a few times
and nodded her approval. Then she told Jefferey to relax and let the enema
work.
Jennifer re-set the timer for fifteen minutes and announced that they
would spend the time in a 69, as long as Jefferey understood that he was
not to come under any circumstances. He hastily agreed, and she mounted
him again.
By this time, Jennifer was so wet and open that he lost himself in
her scent and her sweetness. Her mouth and tongue were warm and soft on
his cock, but he was able to hold his come and focus on her pleasure. The
timer sounded sooner than he expected, but Jennifer stayed in place, riding
his tongue for several minutes more. Jefferey could feel her about to come,
when she stopped, climbed off, and kissed him deeply on the lips, pushing
her tongue into his mouth.
"I want your sweet cock inside me when I come," she murmured, then
squatted over him and guided it home. Jennifer gripped his cock powerfully
and rode it slowly at first, but they both knew knew she wouldn't last
long, and Jefferey knew that he wouldn't either, in spite of her warning.
He watched her breasts sway as she slid slowly up and down, then she leaned
forward, gripped his shoulders, and filled his mouth once again with her
tongue. They exploded together in one wrenching orgasm.
"I told you not to come," Jennifer said sternly. "You made a mess, and
now you'll have to clean it up." she reached down with one hand and squeezed
her lips together as she pulled away from Jefferey's limp cock. Once again,
she squatted over his face. "Lick up your come and you can go to the toilet."
She was so wet that he didn't know where to start, but he sucked every
drop out of her and licked her lips clean. Jennifer released his wrists,
one at a time, and clipped them to his belt. Then she lowered Jefferey's
legs, escorted him to the bathroom, and sat him on the toilet. She deflated
the plug and the water poured out of his bowels.
To add to his embarrassment, she stayed in the bathroom with while he
emptied, commenting on the odor, flushing the toilet from time to time,
and preparing his next enema. She filled a clear glass pitcher with tap
water, then poured in a small cup of powder that she had already prepared.
After stirring vigorously for a few minutes, the powder was dissolved and
the liquid was clear again.
"This time you will take two quarts of cool water with a little baking
soda to kill the soap. I think you'll find it very soothing," she said
in her best clinical tone. How does she know this stuff?
Jefferey couldn't help but wonder.
After a good half-hour on the toilet, she stood him in the shower and
rinsed him off. Then she rubbed him down with a fresh fluffy towel and
led him back to the guestroom where his next enema was waiting. The pitcher
was on a small table at the foot of the bed. Next to it was the largest
bulb syringe Jefferey had ever seen. It had to be five or six inches in
diameter with a fat fluted nozzle about eight inches long.
Jennifer instructed him to kneel on the bed with his knees apart and
to lean forward until his chest was on the mattress. With his wrists still
clipped to the belt, Jennifer commanded Jefferey to reach back, spread
his cheeks, and receive his enema. Jefferey had a perfect view of the proceedings
in the dressing mirror on top of the bureau to his right, and that scene
in the mirror, along with his willing participation in it, filled him with
a sense of humiliation.
He had gone way beyond "going along," and he realized that he had finally
embraced the role of
"submissive" in spite of himself. That realization shamed him, and
at the same time, it charged him with erotic energy.
Jennifer caught him looking in the mirror, and she made the most of
it, "Watch everything I do," she commanded, and she walked around behind
him to the foot of the bed. She filled the syringe noisily and lubricated
the fat nozzle with a flourish. Jefferey followed every move, waiting nervously
for her touch. "Ass up! Arch your back," she barked, and he complied. With
one hand on the small of his back, she wiped the nozzle against his anus,
then opened him with it and pushed it all the way in.
Squeezing with both hands, she emptied the syringe in a couple of seconds.
As the cool water surged into him, Jefferey's cock stiffened. Jennifer
took notice.
"My baby boy likes his enemas," she teased, and she fucked him with
the nozzle for a few strokes before refilling the syringe and pushing it
back inside. To tell the truth, Jefferey was starting to enjoy the odd
sensations she was generating, even the pressure of the enema. It took
six full bulbs to empty the pitcher, and Jennifer took her time administering
them. By the time she was done, his anus and prostate were highly sensitized.
When Jefferey heard the buzz of the vibrator, he knew that he was in even
deeper trouble than he had imagined.
"You're going to love this," Jennifer teased, as she displayed the vibrator in the mirror. It was made of white plastic, long and slender, with a smooth surface. It looked more like a medical appliance than a cock-replica. Jennifer set it on a low speed and started massaging his anus. Jefferey was desperately trying to hold the enema, but at the same time, he really wanted to make room for the buzzing invader in Jennifer's hand. It took a few minutes to find the right balance of tension and relaxation, but Jennifer was patient and persistent, and soon, his prostate and anus were tingling. Jefferey was on the edge of an uncontrollable orgasm when Jennifer turned the speed up and started fucking his ass vigorously. He could not hold back, and he sprayed his come on the bed. "Bad boy!" she scolded. "Now lick it up. Now!!" She held the vibrator firmly in his ass while he crawled backwards and lowered his head to lick his come from the sheets.
After a few minutes of trying, Jennifer gave him a swat on the ass and told him to go to the toilet. Holding the vibrator in place, she followed him into the bathroom, sat him down and released the water. This time, he emptied out more readily, almost in one continuous flow.
Mercifully, she left the bathroom while he drained, and she made him
wait on the toilet for a while to be sure that he was empty. After another
shower and another towel drying, Jennifer pronounced him "fuckable," and
led him back to the bedroom.
While Jefferey was in the bathroom, Jennifer had been re-decorating
the bedroom. The room was lit with about twenty candles, and she had incense
burning and Ravi Shankar playing on the stereo, very romantic in a Middle-Eastern
sort of way. She sat Jefferey on the bed and knelt down in front of him.
"I think that you have some idea of the pleasure I can give you," she
said softly, looking straight into his eyes. "I would rather fuck you as
a willing partner than as a bound subject, but I will certainly fuck you,
one way or the other." There was no menace in her voice. Jennifer was matter
of fact, almost pleading. Jefferey realized then that it would be better
to give her a gift instead of forcing her to take it.
"I understand, Jennifer, and I would love to have you fuck me. Just
remember that it's my first time."
She smiled and kissed him, and then she released his wrists. They stood
and embraced, kissing deeply and caressing each other. Jefferey could see
that it was his turn to flirt and tease and open himself up to her, to
finally give her complete control over his body.
He was at once relieved, apprehensive, expectant, resigned, and a little
bit ashamed. What would she do next? How could he get himself into this
predicament? Why didn't he stop it? Why was he so aroused? Something inside
kept him going with the flow, turning more and more control over to her,
and he couldn't figure out what it was.
They sat down, then laid down on the bed, and started making out like
a couple of teenagers in the back seat of Daddy's car, only this time,
Jefferey was coy and apprehensive and Jennifer was the aggressor, as aggressive
as Jefferey had ever been.
Soon, she had him on his belly with his ass in the air, waiting expectantly
as she attached a strap-on dildo to the harness she was wearing. Jefferey
felt her tongue in his mouth and her fingers in his ass as she lubricated
and stretched him, then she was behind him, massaging his cheeks and spreading
them wide. She kissed his back and neck, and soon he felt the thick blunt
end of her dildo pressing against his anus. Jefferey looked back over his
shoulder and found Jennifer staring into his eyes,
"Please be gentle, please don't stop," he murmured
She smiled, closed her eyes, and pressed forward. As Jefferey reached
back to open up to her, his hands found her waist and pulled her forward.
She slid inside easily. Jefferey felt her hard nipples pressed against
his back and her tongue teasing his ear.
Her hair fell across his neck as she leaned over him. She put her hands
on his shoulders and fucked him slowly and deeply. Jefferey closed his
eyes and surrendered. It was the most amazing sensation.