CHAPTER NINETEEN
Monica clung to Cole's arm as they drove home. Once in the bedroom,
they undressed quickly, leaving their party clothes in heaps on the
carpeted floor. They slid under the warm covers and held each other
for a while to replace the winter chill with sensual body heat. Cole
was planting delicate kisses down her lovely spine, when she decided
it was time to speak up.
"Master, I know what I need now."
"I think I do too, Little One. Are you thinking the same thing I am?"
"Yes, Sir. I desperately need to be spanked and fucked in the ass."
Simply saying the words gave her a powerful erotic thrill.
"That's almost exactly what I had in mind. There's just one other
thing you need -- an enema."
"Master, I've never had one of those before," she whined in a little
girl voice.
He responded in his deep, dominant tone, "Well, you've never been
fucked in the ass before, have you? There's a first time for
everything. Come with me into the bathroom."
Cole placed a thick towel on the floor of the bathtub. Monica was now
naked and he ordered her to kneel on the towel, then bend over with
her bottom held high. She held that position for what seemed like
hours while he pulled various items from the cabinets and assembled an
enema apparatus. Looking over toward the sink, she watched as he
added a bit of mild soap to enhance the cleansing effect.
She was trembling and breathing in fast, shallow little breaths as he
approached her with the swollen red rubber bag. She seemed to be
frozen in the undignified position, on all fours with her ass in the
air for her Master to control.
"Spread those gorgeous legs for me, slut girl. You know you need
this."
He placed a small dollop of cool lubricant gel on the pretty rosebud
of her anus and slowly worked it in with one finger. When her opening
had relaxed enough to easily admit the finger, her reached for the
white enema nozzle on the end of the long rubber tube. The nozzle
slid smoothly inside her to the full extent of its four inch length.
He held the bag above her beautiful hips and released the valve on the
rubber tube.
Monica groaned as she experienced the strange sensation of being
filled with warm water. After she had taken a bit over a quart of
liquid, he shut the valve and slowly removed the nozzle.
"Hold your water now, Little One. Let me know if you have a problem."
She held her position for another five minutes, clenching her bottom
cheeks frantically before the urge to expel the water became
unbearable. "Master, I have to go NOW!" He allowed her to sit on the
toilet, but she was quite humiliated when he simply stood there and
watched. For a moment she wasn't sure if she would be able to release
the mounting pressure, but eventually nature took its course with a
loud, embarrassing noise.
She was even more humiliated when he ordered her back into the bathtub
for a second enema. This time, while she crouched on all fours with
her belly full of warm water, he fondled her breasts and clit until
she begged for his permission to leap onto the toilet.
Leaving her to sit there for a minute, he turned on the shower and
stepped into the tub. She joined him soon and he supervised her
soaping and rinsing until he was satisfied that she was as clean as a
princess. Then he ordered her to kneel and wash his hardening
phallus. After a thorough rinse, she tested her ability to take him
deep into her throat, thinking all the while of the special place that
the rigid organ would be invading soon.
Monica stepped out of the tub first to towel her thoroughly dampened
long hair and twist it into a compact shape that would not interfere
with her duties. When her master stepped out of the shower to join
her, she had his large towel ready.
Moving to the large bed, she was placed face down while he secured her
wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed frame using ropes
with soft leather cuffs for safety. By the time he finished stroking
her smoothly shaved genitals, she was pulling hard at the bonds that
held her captive. He massaged her back and the large muscles in her
buttocks for several minutes, then returned to her quivering nether
lips and inserted two fingers inside her slippery wet vagina. When he
sensed her orgasm building, he withdrew the tantalizing fingers and
began to spank her firmly muscled buttocks.
It certainly wasn't the hardest spanking he'd ever given her, but it
might have been the most sensual. He spanked in a slow rhythm, making
sure to cover her every square inch of spankable surface. There was
just enough light in the room for him to watch the progress of the
light red blush across her soft, warm skin.
She could have taken a lot more, but he decided it was time to move
on. Straddling her glowing hips, he reached forward to massage her
back. His erect organ slid back and forth in the crevice of her
perfect ass and seemed to soak up the heat from the spanking. He
wanted her to be relaxed, so he pressed his fingers into the strong
muscles above her shoulder blades and worked out the tension. As he
ran his fingers along the muscles he could feel a slight crackling
sensation that told him she had been lifting weights.
When she was completely limp and pliable, he turned his attention to
her sensitive anal bud.
Using a large quantity of the jelly-like lubricant, he gradually
worked first one finger, then two into her tight rear orifice. The
spanking and massage had paid off nicely. Her sphincter was relaxing
easily and Monica was feeling more submissive than she could ever
remember. Giving up control of her most private and delicate opening
created a tangible aura of submission of such great depth that she
knew she would do anything for her beloved master.
"Relax now, Little One," he said as he stroked his rampant manhood
with more of the slippery gel.
"It will probably hurt some at first, but I want you to relax and keep
breathing. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. I'm so desperate to please you now. I'm ready for you
to take my virginity," she pleaded. "I feel guilty for receiving so
much pleasure without giving!"
Positioning himself between her widespread legs, he placed his well
lubricated shaft at her inexperienced entrance. Pushing gently, he
felt the head of his cock slip rather easily past her sphincter. "How
are you doing Little One?"
"I'm fine, Master. It hurts, but it feels good too. I can't describe
it. Please use me, Master!"
With that, he began thrusting slowly inside the clean, lubricated
passage. He knew that some women enjoyed having their G-spot
stimulated through the rectum, so he made sure the large head of his
organ pressed firmly against the likely pleasure area. As he felt the
warmth and pressure inside her, he could also feel the special
emotional satisfaction that he got from dominating a worthy partner.
The strong muscles in Monica's arms and legs began to contract
involuntarily as she strained against the leather cuffs. Cole could
feel an orgasm building up in his tight testicles. The slight burning
sensation was working its way up the urethra inside his rock hard
cock. He wanted to hold back a little longer, but Monica suddenly
started screaming and bucking as her own orgasm began. The
contractions of her sphincter seemed to suck his organ deeper into her
body just as the pre-orgasmic sensation reached the end of his shaft.
Cole's world exploded in a blinding flash of light and uncontrollable
thrusting of his hips. The relentless stimulation combined with his
dominant mind set caused the orgasm to go on forever.
When he opened his eyes, he was still on top of his beloved Monica and
they were still joined by his slowly softening penis. He slid out of
her and reached for the towel. Monica seemed to be sleeping, so he
released her from the restraints and rolled her into a side by side
cuddling position. He gently stroked her smooth skin and rearranged
the beautiful profusion of wavy brown hair. He noted that she was
breathing deeply before he fell asleep beside her.
