James was pleasantly surprised when he found Marci waiting for him beside his car on Friday. She was dressed in skintight pants and a low cut blouse that insured you would know the she was very female and mammalian. Her long blond hair was loose and framing her face as it made its way to her shoulders. As James’ eyes traveled the lines of her body he could feel himself becoming hard and by the time he got to the high heels on her feet he knew that he was in trouble. It had always been a source of amazement to him that a Woman whom he had seen nude could have such a devastating effect on him when dressed. In addition, Marci was indeed surpassingly devastating today. Even more intoxicating was the knowledge of why she was here and what the object in her hand meant for him. After their last encounter at work they had exchanged telephone numbers and when James had gotten home that evening there was a message from Marci asking him to call when he got home. He had and they had talked late into the night and James found himself talking about things that he had never shared with anyone before. Marci was insatiable in her desire to know all about him and seemed to know just what to ask to get him to reveal the most deeply held secrets of his mind and heart. Before they were done she had invited him to spend the weekend with her and he had accepted. He had expected her to pick him up at his apartment so her presence here was surprising. As he approached she smiled seductively and posed for him, hip out thrust and looking like a walking talking wet dream as she winked at him. She held out the object in her hand to him. It was a chain dog collar with a tiny brass lock open on one end. He took it in his hand, looked at it closely and then wrapped it around his throat and locked the lock. It was comfortably loose but not loose enough for him to lift it over his head. The only way it would come off now was with the key or a bolt cutter. Marci looked at it on him and smiled wickedly. “You are mine now Baby, and boy do I have big plans for your sweet ass this weekend. You don’t need anything that God didn’t give you; but if you wish to get anything from your apartment I will follow you there. You can leave your car there too.” “There are a few things I would like if you don’t mind.” He responded. “Not a problem James, I want you to feel happy, content and safe, right up until you enter my place and I take over. Get whatever you wish, I can always take it from you later if I don’t approve.” This time she smiled sweetly, and James shuddered. They went by his Apartment and James ran in and was out in no more than 10 minutes. He hopped into her car, tossed his bag into the back seat, and slightly out of breath said, “OK Marci I’m ready!” Marci winked at him and said, “We will see won’t we.” She pulled her car out onto the street and took off into the evening. James wondered if he was crazy for a few minutes and decided that the jury was still out on that. He had revealed so much more to Marci than he ever had to any one woman in his life. She seemed to love everything he told her. He had always dreamed of having a Woman take charge of him and do as she wished with his body…especially his ass. When he was 14 he had gone to spend the summer with his Uncle, Aunt and their Daughter. His Uncle was called away on a business trip leaving him alone with his lovely Aunt and their gorgeous 17-year-old Daughter. He had become ill and they had treated him like a baby with rectal temperatures and, after an argument that culminated in a call to his Mom and a spanking given by the two women jointly, daily enemas. For five days, his ass was their playground to his humiliation. They checked his temperature every 4 hours and he received enemas every morning and night from them. After the first enema, he had to admit that they were not as bad as the ones his Mom gave him when he was sick at home. Aunt Cindy and Mandy were very gentle and after the first, which he had fought against so hard, they generally resulted at some point in him having an orgasm. This was treated as if it was a natural and expected part of giving a boy an enema. Mandy even helped him if it appeared that he wasn’t going to do it spontaneously. They both told him that it was perfectly normal and that if it made him feel better and helped him take his enemas like a good boy, then it was a good thing. After the enema was in and the douche nozzle was removed, they would put a gloved finger in his bottom to help him hold it. Often this was when he would cum. There was something in him that when touched, was electric, and he would almost immediately orgasm. Mandy seemed to take great pleasure in this, and would make him lay on his back so she could watch while she did this in him. After 5 days, he was pronounced well, allowed out of bed, and free to go and do. But for the rest of the summer on Friday night Aunt Cindy and Mandy would take him to his room at 10 pm and give him a series of enemas to ensure that he stayed “Open”. The first time Mandy and he were alone on a Saturday night, she took him to the bathroom and let him help her take several enemas. She seemed to enjoy them quite a lot but did not cum as he did. That is, until she let him get down and actually touch her between her legs. This was his first view of a woman, and her moist wet folds, and her sudden unexpected depths enchanted him. She let him probe those depths with his fingers and she showed him how to touch a woman just so to make her melt and orgasm. He helped her with enemas on several other occasions after this and became adept at touching her just so. When the summer was over he sadly said good bye and went home to his Mom and Dad and enemas that were much less special. These memories passed through his mind as he wondered what Marci had in store for him. He had told her of that summer and how it had shaped his fantasies and even his choice of careers. After collage, nursing school had seemed natural and his job at the clinic was a dream come true most of the time. This was the first time that he had ever allowed himself to become involved with a patient and he was a little nervous about it. Marci looked over at him and smiled, and his heart melted. You can imagine where the blood went. As Marci drove James looked at her, and was again amazed at the magic that women perform with their clothes and makeup. They left the city and were soon off the freeway, traveling on the side roads and then the back roads. He and Marci talked about his job, and she laughed when he denied that he took it so he could play with women’s asses. When Marci turned down a country lane James was a little surprised. He had not figured Marci for a farm girl. The lane wound through the woods for several miles then ended in the front yard of a well-kept and charming old country farmhouse. It even had a white picket fence. As James started to get out Marci asked him to wait while she opened the house. Shortly she returned for him, and when he got out of the car, she gently took him by the arm and led him to the house. Once inside the house she led him to a bedroom, asked him to take off his clothes and get into the bed. He nervously did as asked and covered up. Marci smiled at him and told him what a good boy he was. She asked him if there was anything he needed and then left him, with orders not to get out of bed for any reason. They had drunk a couple of soft drinks on the way out and soon the urge to pee began to creep up on him. He began to squirm and finally got up and went to the door and stuck his head out to see if he could spot the bathroom. Marci was standing there when he opened the door.