Enema

CHAPTER 1 - Saint Patty’s Mishap It was the morning after our first Valentine’s Day together. Megan and I were showering after a long night and an early morning roll in the sack when she blurted it out as a point of fact. “I want a Tattoo.” She looked me straight away, her legs spread, her hands to either side of her clit, she was peering over her natural D-Cups. “Right across here where only you and I can enjoy it.” She motioned with her hands starting at the center above her clit and ending at the edges where her tan line started. “Nothing too huge, two little colorful metal spinning tops like we had when we were kids growing up.” She looked at me jokingly. “Well maybe like YOU had when you were a kid. I have seen them in museums and they made me think of you.” She laughed at herself taking an obvious dig at our age difference. “Then maybe or or maybe centered between the tops.” I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not and she looked at me as I was trying to act surprised. “Come on, don’t act so surprised. I am not that naïve. I am just over five foot tall, I weigh 110 soaking wet and I have monster tits.” I sat there still acting innocently. “I have heard the bathroom talk. Don’t deny that you have never called me that before.” I was definitely guilty of the crime but had no intention of admitting it. “What EVER!” ...

Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated. The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv. I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list. ...

Author's Note: If you have comments or suggestions please email [email protected]. As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out. ...

The Oasis is the resort cover name for the female exclusive enclave of Ultra Femina ruled by Comtessa Maddo Rouchard located near the Allegheny Mountains of western Pennsylvania. The extensive properties were acquired by the Rouchard family as a haven against a possible revolution in France when nearby Fort Duquesne existed and in the expectation that the territory would become french. But the fort changed hands and became Fort Pitt the territory became British and the Rouchard holdings were confiscated. Later vital intelligence supplied by Madeline Rouchard, General Cornwallis ’s mistress and Pierre (hot lips) Rouchard, Admiral Graves cabin boy enabled the decisive Colonial victory at Yorktown. The Rouchard holdings were gratefully returned and in fact, doubled in size. With added provisos that the territory could practically be ruled as a sovereign nation, without regard to external laws, so long as a member of the Rouchard family was in charge. It unfortunately didn’t save most of the aristocratic Rouchards from having their heads lopped off during the subsequent French Revolution. Most of the surviving members relocated to their estates in western Pennsylvania. It was Comtessa Maddo, for a time, a very discreet but highly respected dominatrix who accepted only the wealthy and powerful as her clients at her ornate mansion in Washington DC, who made substantial changes. She created the female exclusive independent realm of Ultra Femina sometimes alternatively called “Femdomia”. A covert realm under the facade of a female exclusive resort called the “Oasis” The former proviso still in effect is augmented and further protected by her powerful friends in DC. ...

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it. Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it. ...

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear. That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to. It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future. ...

Author's Note: Mistress has suggested that I be her ‘anal gimp’ on stage in front of an audience. I will be restrained to a wooden horse in my dog mask while she teases by arse with a squirting strap-on horse cock, before finally fucking me. This got me thinking about one of my oldest fantasies that I have yet to live out, so maybe this will be the chance to do it. Following is my fantasy, not reality yet but we will see soon!! I have sent a version of this to Mistress for her comments and suggestions. ...

Chapter 1 Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires. ...

Day 1 My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss. “Morning hunny happy birthday”. “Thank you dear, can’t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?” ...

Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin. Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.” ...