Author: Don Nuff After reading an on line story that Don and Barb had submitted to a web site dedicated to their mutual interests, Barb went crazy with lust! She took a week day afternoon off and went home to prepare for an evening of fun. When Don got home Barb greeted him in the kitchen with a big hug and kiss. She was wearing only a terry robe and she whispered into his ear words that would prove to be very fateful: "Lets go downstairs and play. I have a surprise for you if you are game." Don was obviously aroused when he replied: "Just let me change... By the way I've been thinking about you all day and I'm ready to play too!"

In only his boxers Don rejoined his lady in the kitchen and the couple walked down the stairs to "the room" as they had come to call it. Barb opened the door and with a naughty smile said: "Please be my guest, Master!" The lights had been dimmed and soft music was playing. As Barb shut the door behind her, she let her robe slip off her shoulders and fall on the floor. Her nipples were already full and sticking out from her soft white breasts. "Mmmm, let me start your juices flowing Master." Barb knelt before Don and gently lowered his briefs and he stepped out of them. Reaching up she cupped his scrotum with one hand and with the other held his hardening penis around the base and began to kiss the corona that was rapidly changing from pink to purple.

After several blissful minutes, Barb slowly released her Master from her mouth and looking up at him said: "I have been worried about you Master. I think your colon needs to be cleansed. Please let me tend to you." As Don turned toward the table that was already draped with a soft sheet blanket, he noticed the five gallon bucket suspended from the ceiling and the hose leading from it to the nozzle designed for colonic cleansing. On the table, on his back, Don bent his legs and moved his feet up so they were touching his bottom. Barb opened the KY and generously lubricated the pear shaped nozzle and her index finger. As she worked the slippery gel into her Master, she softly said: "I want you to feel good. Real good!" She slid the pad of her finger over his prostrate several times and each time his penis, now oozing precum, jerked.

As Barb replaced her finger with the nozzle, Don tried to relax but he was too far down the path of arousal. Barb released the flow and softly said: "When you first cramp tell me." She walked over to the microwave on the counter and removed another sheet blanket and covered her Master. He began to luxuriate under its warmth. Then taking warmed massage oil, she covered her hands and moved them under the blanket. Her left hand began a slow stroking of his penis and the right hand began to press on Don's lower left flank. After several minutes, Don lifted his hips and softly said: "Mmm, I'm feeling a bit full." Barb released him from her grip and clipped off the flow. She opened the hose that ran from the second opening in the nozzle to a closed bucket on the floor and the Master lowered his hips to the table.

As the pressure inside Don began to ease Barb pressed her fingers into Don's side and moved them down from just under his ribs toward his pelvis. Then the drain hose was closed and the flow was started again. This time Don took more water and Barb rubbed across his stomach under his rib cage until he moaned and said he was full. After massaging out this water, Barb released the flow and offered her Master encouraging words to take as much as he possibly could stand. He tried hard to hold out but in time the pressure was too much and he asked for relief.

Taking down the hanging bucket, Barb refilled it half full with warm water and re-hung it. She took off the blanket and began the flow. Standing at the foot of her Master, she put her arms around his legs and began to softly rub his stomach in a counter clockwise motion. Then she knelt and began to engulf him with her lips. Her mouth was so soft and wet and he was delirious with lust. Finally, the pressure exceeded his pleasure and he said: "Enough!" Without removing her mouth from him, she stopped the flow, opened the release and began to move her tongue and lips more deliberately.

The Master raised his hips to meet his slave and as he did, he began to tense his thighs and abs. He pressed his thighs against her head and she began to move her mouth further down his shaft. He could feel himself hitting her soft palate. Gripping the table he called out: "Oh yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" She didn't and he shook and moaned. Then he moved his hand to her head and held her motionless. Then he lifted her off of him and said: "Oh my. That was nice!"

Smiling at her Master, the willing slave Barb softly said: "I'm glad! Is there anything else I can do for you Master?" "Yes there is slave. It will involve preparing yourself to pleasure me and then submitting to my lust. First, I want you to prepare for me by taking a one quart warm enema. Do this standing in front of me." Don watched as the smiling Barb dutifully moved to the counter and prepared her libation. She returned and hung the slightly swollen bag where the large bucket had been hanging. She slipped the nozzle into her mouth and then grinning turned her back to her Master, bent and inserted the glistening black wand into her bottom. As she moved it in and out she moaned and softly said: "O Master, I don't know what all you have in store for me but I am willing to serve you however you desire!"

Standing and turning to face her Master, Barb held the nozzle in place and then released the flow. Her eyebrows raised and she sucked in a gasp of air as the first sensations flooded over body. Her nipples had been rock hard and now her aureoles were puffy too. The Master started to become aroused again at the sight of his wanton slave preparing herself for him. In no time the bag gurgled empty and the master softly said: "Quickly empty yourself and come back."

When the servant returned the Master was standing beside the table. The two embraced and exchanged a deep passionate kiss. The Master could taste himself as his tongue entered his slave's mouth. Moving back from her he spoke in gentle but a commanding tone: "Please kneel on the table." Without hesitation the slave climbed onto the table and assumed the position she had taken so many times before in order to please her Master and consequently to receive pleasure.

As she knelt waiting for him to act upon his desire, she felt his big hand on her bottom parting her. Then she felt a small cool hard object pressing into her. She pressed back and opened herself and it slipped into her. She wondered what it was. Then she felt a sudden mild fullness as if a liquid was entering her. Then the hard object was withdrawn. The Master moved his hand away and spoke: "Please turn onto your back and move your bottom as close to the edge of the table as possible." He moved the stirrups out from the table and positioned the slave's feet as she followed his directions. He then took a large bath towel and slid the narrow edge under her hips so it hung suspended from the tabletop to the floor.

The Master then moved to the cupboard and retrieved an inflatable plug they had seldom used. After making certain it was carefully lubricated the Master held the tip against the slave and said: "We can do this one of two ways. You can accept it or I can press it into you. What do you choose?"

Barb had discovered that at certain times, usually toward the end of her monthly cycle, she enjoyed a little controlled pain. Often she would give herself during Don's absence a slow very large enema and then holding it, touch herself until she climaxed. If Don was home when she was in one of these "moods", she would confess some trite indiscretion and beg to be "taught a lesson." Don would often lightly spank her breasts, thighs and bottom and then apply some additional mildly uncomfortable pain to her body's erogenous zones and then bring through various means mind shattering orgasms, first to Barb and then to the Master. Don always allowed Barb to be in charge of the degree of pain she wanted to experience. Tonight was an example of a time Barb did not want to be overtly caused pain as a prelude to pleasure, but a time faux pain was added to the game.

"Oh, Master! Let me accept the plug." Holding it against her body, Don waited for his slave to press herself back onto the plug. As she strained to open herself and move the plug past her constricted muscle, she felt a strange liquid running down her thighs onto the towel. In horror she pulled back from the plug. "Oh Master, please forgive me! I have soiled myself." "I can see it. This is unacceptable! Prepare yourself to be punished on the count of three. One, two, three!" The Master pressed the plug so that it began to enter the slave. More liquid ran out. Finally the plug was fully inside. He picked up the towel and wiped off the slave's thighs. Then he began to slowly inflate the plug. As he did it filled and as it did it stretched the tight muscle open. When the master was satisfied that his slave was properly dilated, he reached over the protruding plug and began to tease and play with the slave's swollen and very sensitive lips and clit.

After several minutes the Master released the air from the plug, removed it and quickly replaced the plug with his hard member. Still open from the dilation, he could feel her soft tissue and its warmth. "Touch yourself until you come slave. I want to feel your spasms of pleasure. The slave quickly set to work touching her breasts and clit. As she did her body tensed and her anal cavity clamped down on her Master's still sensitive hardness. With a loud moan and violent shaking, the slave released her pent up sexual energy. As her fingers slowed, the Master began to move. He moved slowly and with shallow thrusts at first. Then he pressed deeper and moved faster. As he did, the slave found herself pressed into another orgasm. She came again, before he did, her fingers buried in her wetness and rubbing tiny circles on her clit. When he was done, he withdrew himself. He was so overcome with lust and the power of his orgasm that he had to steady himself by holding onto her knees.

"Master, what did you do to me? What did you put in me?" "I gave you a small mineral oil enema. You will need to flush it out with warm soapy water and a rinse. I suggest you take them in a tub of warm water. I'll run it for you. You are very messy right now. Just lay still till I come back for you."

The Master filled the tub with warm water and added some aromatic bubbling crystals. He returned to his slave and lifted up the towel and holding it as if it were a diaper, he draped it over her. He carried his slave up the stairs and to the waiting tub and gently lowered her into it. He prepared the soapy warm enema and handed the nozzle to her. She inserted it and he released the clip. The enema was difficult to take and hold as her bottom was tingly sore. But when it was all in her, he asked her to remove the nozzle and release the enema. As she released the soapy water, it carried with it, among other things, the oil that floated to the top of the tub water. Then he gave her a quick cool rinse and he held the bag high over her. She cramped under its pressure but took the quart of cool water dutifully and was glad to release it.

He helped her stand and they showered together as the tub drained. A baked pasta dish awaited them and after bowls of spumoni ice cream, the Master and slave crawled into bed. The Master awoke after several hours and pushed down the sheets and moved into a 69 position and began to softly lick his slave. In her sleep she responded by pressing her sex against his face. Soon she was awake and returning his kisses with her mouth and tongue. After coming, the two lay on their sides holding each other. The next morning over breakfast the Master said: "I think I will write a detailed account of last night and submit it." "Oh Master, that would please me very much!" Smiling the Master asked: "How much would it please you?" With a very naughty smile and sparkling eyes she offered this mysterious reply: "Wait and see!"