Maria Remembers...excerpt from the longer..Picking up a Stray

Maria was a young bride of 18 of an arranged marriage to a rich widower many years older than her...

When I had first married Javier he had been a nice stranger. He was gentle but at first his careful lovemaking had only served to fulfill his desires. It wasn’t that he was unskillful or lacked in patience. It was simply, I believe, that I had not yet received that first spark that lights the fire.

We had separate bedrooms but he visited me often in mine. One night when he came to me he found me just having prepared an enema and about to take it. He asked and I explained that as I washed in other places and on the outside, I had been taught that a woman needs to be clean in all areas if possible. I explained that I took them every week and each day when I was in my moon. He was fascinated and told me that he would help and give me the enemas if I would allow it. He was my husband, I couldn’t refuse him. I led him into the preparation and as all men will do, instead of just putting the lubricant onto my rear passage, he pressed on and for the first time he entered me there with his finger. Curious he felt around and his questing began to make me feel strangely breathless. I was somehow saddened when he parted but the nozzle was soon there and it comforted me. As the enema flooded my bowels he continued to wander about between my open thighs and I soon had fingers in my maiden hole. They were regular visitors there but it felt somehow shameful for him to be there while I was also getting the enema. I covered my face and moaned in shame but this only encouraged him. His fingers slid in and out and his other hand pressed down on me right at the top of my slit.

Softly I began to cry in my shame and the fires were kindled. Just as the last of the enema had entered me his working fingers and my squirming under his pressing hand triggered a sudden and violent reaction and I cried out. Javier knowing what this was and thrilled to have finally found a way to excite my passion continued until in terror I told him that I had to go to the toilet immediately. He pulled his fingers from me and then the nozzle and carried me in his arms to the bathroom where he held me while I expelled. As soon as I was done he told me to prepare another and we returned to the bed where he again invaded my ass with his fingers and then set the nozzle to do that work while he disrobed and took his pleasure with me as is my husband’s right. I thought that having him do this while the enema was being done was shameful and surely a sin. He was slow and gentle and this time his work in me took me and I clung to him and cried as again the shameful feelings overwhelmed me. He finished with me and found the enema done as well and he again carried me to the toilet and let me rid myself of the burden of his enema. I cleaned up and washed and he again ordered me to make another enema. Trembling I did so and brought it to my bed.

I was shocked to find him lying there and I was ordered to give it to him. He took it quite well and then after he had gone to the toilet he asked for another. Once it was fully in him he pulled the nozzle out and called me to him. He bade me turn from him and he entered me most shamefully like and animal and then to my horror his fingers found me clean and open back there so also penetrated my ass with his long thick finger. The heat rose in me again and this time together we made the pleasure and I was ruined.

For a week, every night he came to me and gave me the enemas and pleasures and then I would give them to him. On the seventh night of our new lovemaking he took the last of my virginity and I cried in his grasp as he sodomized me and I flushed with the pleasure of it. I became as interested as he in our special love making and soon would visit his bed as often as he visited mine. Every week we did our enemas together and I learned the ways of a man’s ass. His little doughnut inside was in him as the little swelling at the top of my slit. One night after his enemas Javier presented me with a beautiful ivory phallus and with it he lost the last of his innocence. Once he had submitted to my ivory penis, slowly our roles in the bedroom began to change. One night in a bit of a temperamental tempest I pulled Javier over my lap like a small boy and spanked him with my hand. It could not have caused him any great pain but his manhood which I held between my thighs swelled up and spat as I spanked him. The next night he brought me a small paddle that one of the governesses had used to discipline his son when he was small. Shortly after that he began to call me Mama in bed and within the walls of the house at night after the servants had been dismissed I ruled him with the bag, the ivory phallus and the paddle. Eventually the older servants began to play in our game. The housekeeper and the cook that had been with him since he was a child were especially fond of reporting the Masters misdeeds to me and then going to him with my message to report to Mama’s bedroom for discipline.

The housekeeper eventually moved in and lived with us and she took over the duties of administering the enemas. Usually I was busy with his member while she tended to him in that way. She would also give me mine, often while I sat atop Javier and occasionally assumed my role as Mama and would spank and give us both enemas. It was so until Javier died.