The rest of the afternoon Ann was excited as well as anxious, however she was beginning to actually consider both of the parts that we would play as we carried out her fantasy. Several times she came up behind me, hugged me around my chest or stomach, as I felt her hips grind into my pelvis. She would breathe reassuringly “I love you more than you know” or I’m going to make you feel wonderful tonight darling.” And similar love chats. We had a few appetizers and a couple of glasses of wine around 5:00 and Ann talked about the classic movie that we both enjoyed a few days earlier: Swing Time with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. “She had to do everything that he did, baby, but she did it backwards and in high heels, ya know that?” She whispered in my ear with a smile in her heart. “I’m not sure what you mean Ann. Are you suggesting that you want me to act feminine? I’m sorry baby that’s just not me.” I said. “No, honey, that’s not what I’m saying at all. Just listen for a moment and hear me out, OK?” I nodded and she continued, “I don’t want you to be a woman anymore than you want me to be a man, or even a transsexual. But we are going to switch roles and I want to help you get comfortable in my normal roll. Oh Jim, you’ve spent so much time making the love machine; I know you want it to work for us don’t you honey?” I nodded and she continued, “Just let me lead baby and follow me anyway I lead us…” You mean anywhere don’t you?” I interrupted. “No Jim I meant anyway, we’re not going anywhere, we’re staying right here”, she continued, “As I was trying to say… just know that I love you and I want to please you; can you trust me to do that Jim?” “I do trust you Ann, but I’m still not sure how…” Interrupting me, she softly put a finger to my lips and gently commanded “I’m the boss tonight honey, not you. I am the planner, not you. I know how this night is going to unfold, not you my love. I want you to concentrate on feeling, not doing. You should feel a little out of control, you should free yourself in your mind, so that you can feel good when you are on the receiving end and you feel me squirt my “cum” up your butt.” She didn’t like the body language I wasn’t aware of and touched my arm and said “Uncross your arms baby, just relax and follow me up to our bed. I’m going to give you a nice warm enema to clean you out. Come darling.”

I followed Ann upstairs transfixed on her gorgeous ass, that I absolutely adored, knowing that I was not to feel her the way I loved to feel her. ‘Ah that is what she means’, I thought, ‘I need to realize what really turns her on about this and turn my pleasure into receiving her love and passion’ I was thinking, as I lay on the bed where she told me to. I thought, ‘I will try to replicate her active role in some of our best ass loving sessions’. Then I was aware that she was hanging the amber enema bag on one of the chains and turned my head to see her lubing the aluminum butt plug nozzle; she smiled back down at me and put a blob of lube to my asshole and pushed it in. I rose my ass up to meet her as she sunk her finger deep into my rectum. She withdrew, placed the big aluminum nozzle at my anus and pushed and I grunted hard and felt that big nozzle slide home. “I want you to take it all so we only have to give you one, OK baby,” She soothed as she opened the clamp. Ann could feel me react to the very warm surge that was filling me and sensuously rubbed and stroked my lower back, my butt cheeks and the inside of my thighs soothingly cooing, “Just relax sweetheart, relax and let me fill you. Don’t tighten your abs that will make it worse, just relax.” I realized I was getting a serious enema, one that she could routinely take, but I didn’t normally take that much. I started to groan and she urged me up on my knees and told me to take quick shallow breaths. She pulled the nozzle until my anus began to stretch and was completely sealed and told me to grunt not like I had to expel but try to open my bowel more. As I did that, I felt a fast surge and then nothing. “There, my love, you did it. That wasn’t so bad was it?” She congratulated me as she put two large towels under me. Now I’m going to pull this out slowly, so tell me as soon as you feel were going past the hump and I’ll slow so you can clinch down and keep it all in, OK baby?” “Hu, huh, eh, eh,” I managed. When she had the nozzle in her hand, urgency forced me up and into the toilet where, thankfully, Ann left me alone.

When I felt like I had completely expelled, I rinsed in the shower, dried and lay back down on the bed needing a rest; Ann was downstairs. I dozed of for about an hour and then became aware of Ann next to me with the sexiest naughty look I’d seen in a long while. “Baby, what did you put in that little enema that you gave that crazy night at the Madonna Inn? Was it this?” She held up the jar of cannabis infused honey. “Uh-oh, busted!” I mumbled. “Why is it that you never have given me one like that since? That was really the E-ticket ride before we ever got to Disneyland.” She giggled. “Because I was afraid that you might get hurt by getting caught up in your enthusiasm, baby. There are sometimes fine lines between pain and pleasure.” I said. She gave me her sultry look and waked away with her ‘I know you want my ass’ walk downstairs. Later she came back up and announced that I was going have a hot bubble bath and she started the water and poured in her bubbles and salts, then left to go downstairs again and reappeared with Faultless and the Aluminum Bat Nozzle and led me in and bade me to get in the tub and lay on back. She hooked the enema bag on a towel rack, coated the nozzle with some Vaseline and told me to raise and spread my legs to tub walls. As she bent over and French-kissed me she pressed the nozzle nearly up my ass, before my loud grunt let it seat comfortably. Ann took my face in both of her hands and said, “This is a very important, my love, and listen to me. Honey I want you to relax and enjoy this. Don’t think, don’t worry about doing anything except enjoy the feelings and I’ll be back later.”

With that she reached up and opened the clamp, gave me a loving smile that nearly melted me, and walked out, pausing to look back at me a second and then I was alone. I lowered my legs back into the warm bath water and immediately became aware of the large nozzle up my ass. I reached down and adjusted it to make it more comfortable and then I realized how good this felt and I just laid back and enjoyed it. Ann had put about a pint of cannabis tea in the enema bag and as it slowly trickled in, a wave of well-being crashed over me and I thought ‘oh this feels so good’. The cannabis enema was completely in me when Ann came back; she was sporting her new ‘love machine’. She gingerly braced on the tub and eased herself down, so I knew that her entire rectum was full of the butt plug plus the inflated diaphragm. She kissed me and said, “Are you ready to take my love, darling?” I felt so good, she could have fucked me like a red-headed step child and I would have craved every moment. But I demurred and sighed “I can’t wait to take your love up my butt.” I stood up and she pulled the nozzle from me and just left it in the tub, while she helped me out and dried me off. Ann led me to our bed where she had put a tarp over the entire bed, then covered it with towels, with a pile of pillows in the middle also covered up. She whispered, “I don’t want you to worry about anything darling. I’m going to take care of you. You just relax and enjoy and as she directed me on my back with my butt on the pillows, which elevated my asshole about 8 inches above the bed. Ann came forward between my legs with a lustful loving arousal that was different, somehow and laid her tits against my chest and began to kiss me, as I felt her slippery ‘cock’ knock at the front door of her destination: deep in my waiting rectum and I was ready for her. I wanted her and I wanted her to stick her ‘cock’ up my ass so much that I arched up at her, threw my legs up around her and urged her to enter me. She turned on the clit vibe and the bullet vibe and slid up my ass until I felt the cone and urged her further in. Erotically charged electricity ran all the way from my abdomen to my brain and senses that I had never felt or even knew about took over. I never thought I would hear myself cry out in the depths of utter ecstasy, “Oh god, oh god fuck me Ann, I love… god I love you baby, fuck me up my ass. Ah ya, like that…like that ahww.”

I was surprised at the pleasure she got from thrusting. There were of course no tactile senses in the ‘cock’ shaft that was fucking my ass, but Ann was going wild riding the ‘horse’ with her g-spot, while her big sexy clit was captured by the cone and the clit vibe; a virtual prisoner of sexual stimulation that had the intensity no mere mortal muff diver could match. The pressure in her big sexy ass also contributed to her own passion. As these fires caught and raged in her soul she was loud, audible, and unintelligible; grunting moaning, screaming out, and even purring. And I spurred her on and on. I commanded “keep up with me” as I thrust myself up to meet her. Her enema was giving me the most incredible feelings that I can ever remember. I was not aware of my cock while this was going on, I was only aware that the entire world of our love was in my ass and the first of many intensely sensuous anal-enema orgasms hit me in slow undulating waves as I grunted and cried out. Only moments after trying to match my pace, she went off a cliff into a deep grunting chasm shuttering and screaming unintelligible audibles, paused and began pile driving me growling “Ahww, ehhh, oh ENEMA… ENEMA, take my hot love enema!” And my lover grunted and clinched hard and I felt a warm viscous fluid squirt in my ass. (She had warmed up heavy cream, and injected it in the diaphragm).

We kept that embrace for a long time; I still wanted her in my ass, and she was still having little clit orgasms. Perhaps 30 minutes later we were again cognizant of the world around us, her tits were bathed in my sperm that had shot up between us and became a lubricant that apparently contributed to our temporary sexual insanity. Ann finally got the vibes tuned off, but they were low on power anyway. This afterglow was very special and we had a long tantric moment. When Ann first spoke, she giggled, “I think you totally nailed your role baby. I wonder if they give academy awards for a performance like that.” “Probably one from a padded cell”, I quipped. “Come to think of it, that could be a great…” she pushed her ‘cock’ deeper into me as she interrupted, “Don’t you have a crazy enema that we need to rinse out of you?” "So you want to take away the only fun I’ve had today, what a killjoy!” I laughed.