Tillamook, Oregon: Monday Morning-real time-present day

When I was cognizant of being awake, it was already 8:20! I normally like to roll-out at 6:00, shower, and take my coffee with a light breakfast and then get down to business. I had no new developments in the pipeline, but I was always on the look-out and I had a wide variety of software on the home system, as well as at the office, with which I could actively pursue these goals. Today though, after a quick scan, I lost interest. So I began to work on my latest installment of TRAMP STAMP.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4- At Chloe’s Mansion evening of May 4, 1955

When I realized what Chloe’s lusty stare, sensuous smile, and her strong feminine posture meant to me, it was too late for me to back out. Without realizing what my own body posture was conveying, I had just sat down, looking at the floor, searching my soul for answers to how I was ever going to reconcile the humiliation that I was undoubtedly going to experience with the man that I liked to think I am. I had no answers, but fortunately for me, Chloe did. I was vaguely aware of her movement when she was standing beside me. I looked up at her as she warmly smiled and then in one athletically graceful motion she was crouched in front of me, taking my face gently in both of her soft slender hands whispering, “This is not about humiliation Jake, this is about being able to experience intense sensuality. It’s not about pain, it’s about pleasure. It’s not about domination, it’s about surrender; surrender to love and of sharing love. Jake…this is an incredibly intimate form of foreplay that will set us up for the most amazing climax that you’ve ever experienced. Trust me baby, I want you for the man that I know you are. This experience will not change you, it will only give you a new perspective; open your horizons a little more. It will give each of us a small window into our souls.”

She was a compelling woman, not used to hearing “no” and her warm passionate persuasion buoyed my spirit and I knew that I wanted her more than I wanted to leave and go back to the city so I tightened my gut and rose up using just the strength of my legs bringing her up with me. I put my arms around her and I kissed her full and proper and I brought my voice up from my balls, “So, my sultry heiress, I surrender. Teach me about all about this…what was it you said? Intimate form of foreplay I think you called it.” Then she kissed me…full and proper and whispered in a voice that melted away the last linger of fear, “Oh my love, my love, my Jake; I promise you, from my bottom… (she fought to suppress a giggle)… the bottom of my heart.” I smiled back at her, “Freudian slip, my beautiful novelist?” She turned with a warm smile, and then in a sensually ardent and blisteringly hot manner, took my hand saying, “Well detective, we need to go back to the scene of the crime in order to get an authentic understanding of the dynamics of the area. You know the way so take me by the arm and lead me back up there.” I had but one option and that was to rise to the occasion and so I stood tall and took my lady by the arm and back upstairs we proceeded, with me pronouncing, “We’re off to see the wizard then.” And Chloe looked over at me grinning, “Oh yes my love, we are definitely off to see the wizard!”

INTERMISSION from TRAMP STAMP-We’ll be back at Chloe’s mansion on Belvedere in a moment

Chapter 34-Devising Karen’s Therapy- CONTINUED

Tillamook, Oregon: Monday at NOON-real time-present day

Right in the middle of the juicy part of my creative writing, Karen came down and said “Good morning, it’s nice out today.” “Yes it is”, I retorted noting a change in attitude for the positive from Karen. “How did you sleep?” I asked. “Great!” she beamed and continued, “When we finally got done talking, I went out like a light. It felt really good to get a lot off of my mind.” “Do you want some breakfast?” I asked. “No thanks, Jim, I think I’ll walk downtown to explore a little. Maybe I’ll eat out today.” She grinned. I want to have dinner with you though Jim. See you about 5?” she asked. “That will be just right. Enjoy your day Karen and we can chat more this evening”. And with that Karen was off. I sat, sipping my cold coffee, reflecting on all that I had heard last night.

Karen did not remember her real parents or what happened to them. All she remembered was being a foster child. She had been shuffled between four families until she finally came to live with Gene & Doris Compton in a rural part of Red Bluff, California. They had home schooled Karen ever since she was held back in the 5th grade and her social skills were underdeveloped. In her teen years Karen and Ann were friends and they both shared the insufferable indignities of being labeled the “Suicide Twins” by neighbor kids.

Karen’s first (now I wasn’t sure, but it might have been the only) relationship happened as an older kid that was new to the area befriended her. From what I could tell, Karen was filled out physically as a young woman back then but I suspect was not very mentally mature. David (she didn’t offer his last name) was going to Shasta College studying to be a doctor. (I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Shasta College was a Junior College in Redding and that it was not a Medical School). Her belief that he was a doctor allowed her to be “checked by him”. She had been completely enamored with him after the first “checkup” and she fell in love with him. Now her story begins to get a little unseemly, because this David did a rectal exam on her and then pronounced that she needed enema therapy if she wanted to be healthy. Karen agreed to anything David suggested and was receiving enemas from 3 and 4 times a week. It wasn’t long before David told Karen that he wanted to make love to her and she was thrilled when she first heard him utter those words. Yet there was a caveat: David couldn’t afford to get Karen pregnant…so he proposed “doing it up my butt”, as she had described it to me last night. All of these interludes took place on the property where David was staying as he was house-sitting for his folks who had “money” and where off doing other things. David would prearrange with her when she was to come to his house, she would arrive, they would kiss and pet briefly, she would give David a blowjob while he gave her an enema, she would expel in the bathroom, then he would squirt lubrication into her (none of this sensual touching bullshit with our David, no sir; squirt lube up her and then stick your cock in-that’s the guy Karen was head over heels for) then he had anal sex with her.

I had casually asked her, if he ever kissed her pussy or even nuzzled her, kissed her neck…any indication that this was not all about pleasing the prurient interest of David. Nope! It was all about David. After he ejaculated in her ass, she wanted to hold “my lover’s sperm up me as long as I could.”

One day, Doris, who was a large woman, angrily confronted Karen about “carrying on like a tramp” and forced her down in the laundry room pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, stuck a large enema nozzle up her, turned the clamp to full and then began to spank her telling her that she was a slut and that if she wanted to “take it up your ass, then I’ll give it to you up your ass”. The enema was very painful, the spanking was more of a beating and Karen was traumatized. When Karen was visiting David, she would say that she was going over to visit Ann. Karen had confessed to me that she never knew how Doris found out. I surmised that she was not always able to hold all of David’s cum in her ample butt and since Doris did all of the laundry…well it wasn’t hard for me to figure that one out.

As soon as David couldn’t get what he wanted from Karen, he wasn’t around much, in fact he actually moved away a couple of months later. But Karen still pined for him. Over the next few months, Doris started working nights as a supervisor for a commercial office cleaning company and Karen was alone in the house with her foster father Gene, who was supposedly disabled but that may have been a fraud. Gene would try to cheer her up, and frequently gave her hugs. One day Gene came into Karen’s room and asked when was that last time that she had had a bowel movement. (Apparently no alarms went off in Karen’s mind) and she said that it had been a couple of days. Gene told her that she merely needed a good enema and offered to help her adding that “it will make you feel much better”. She acquiesced and Gene went off to prepare her enema. She had really felt constipated and was actually glad Gene had offered to take good care of her. 20 minutes later, Gene came back into Karen’s room with a large enema bag and a 5 gallon bucket with a lid on it with a hose fitting on the lid. Gene told her to just relax, take off all of her cloths and get under the covers in her bed and that as soon as she had done that to call him and he would be right back in. She called him back in, when she was in her bed, nude, and he came back in, gently pulled back the covers just enough to expose her butt and the began an anal massage with lubrication. Gene then told her that this particular nozzle would allow her to drain out without getting out of bed while she got a “good enema”. He had her open her legs wide “just for a moment so we can get this big nozzle in” and Karen grunted to get the speculum in. Finally, it was seated and when Gene was satisfied he said, “OK Karen, honey, we’re going to start real slow.” And he released the clamp coming out of the enema bag. She described a larger hose coming out of the end of the speculum and terminating directly into the bucket. (Ann and I both knew this as an “in and out nozzle”). As she got full, Gene was very good about stopping the flow and letting her empty out.

Karen described how Gene offered to massage her back as she filled and then emptied and soon Karen described how she was able to dose off to sleep and wake up the next day feeling really well. And the funny thing about it was that she had very vivid dreams of “David making love to me”, meaning, I took it, that she had realistic dreams of David having anal sex with her. When I asked her how often Gene had offered to “help her” with enemas, she said that he helped her to sleep 3 to 4 times a week. She verified, when I asked, that Gene’s procedure was always the same. In and out type nozzle being inserted, massage, never remembered the nozzle being removed, vivid dreams about “David making love to me”, waking up feeling better in the morning.

I paced the room, something was not right here. I went out for a walk so I could think better. Then, in the bright of day, it came to me. Good old foster dad Gene, the lecherous bastard, was giving her some variation of a DATE-RAPE drug in each one of those enemas and after she was not responding to touch from his “massage” he was screwing his foster daughter up her ass! It didn’t matter if she was 19 at the time or not, the bastard should have been shot! Well it was too late for a bullet, he was already gone. I considered telling her about my conclusions tonight, but then I thought better of it. There would be plenty of time for me to devise therapy for her. Tonight, I thought, we would chat some more; I needed to get to know more about her, but I had thought enough about this depressing scenario and I wanted an escape back into the world of my writing for a few more hours. I fired up the computer again and got back to my favorite pastime: writing TRAMP STAMP.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 5:15 pm May 4, 1955

All the way up to the 3rd floor, Chloe squeezed my hand and took the initiative to stop to embrace me with open mouth kisses several times, each time whispering things like, “If you only knew how much I really wanted you Jake, you would have real power over me.!” Or, “I want you to stay with me all weekend Jake, I’m addicted to you!” and to assuage any fears that she thought I still harbored about her ‘showing me how she liked to take her enema’ by way of giving it to me, “Oh my love, Jake, my love; I promise to make this as sensual and sexy as you ever imagined.”

We walked into the closet and as she opened up the cabinet doors and I saw the blank spot where the stolen Golden Enema had been stored, she turned to peruse the selection and when she did, rather than stand there like some mongrel waiting to get euthanized, I hugged her from behind kissing her neck while sliding my left hand around her waist and pulling her gorgeous ass in tight to my crotch. That seemed to electrify both of our senses and she stopped in mid reach for her selected enema set. I began to need her…I wanted to kiss her sweet pussy and I began to realize that I need something much more basic; I needed to kiss that beautiful Golden Enema tattoo from the top of the bag all of the way to where the nozzle disappeared…in her-yes it was very sensuous-her tight hairless asshole. Shower first, I thought…yah, we shower first-not last. I lifted her delicate chiffon laced top off of her and her breasts were now bare, but I didn’t linger. I slipped her out of her chiffon skirt next, but before I could bend down to take off her panties, she was turned around began to unbutton my shirt. I helped and bent down to take my shoes and socks off and as I soon as I stood up, she feverishly unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down. I discarded my pants and left them where the fell and the same with my shorts with no interest in hanging anything; except hanging my tongue in her sweet pussy!

We had danced across the room in an erotic frenzy, discarding articles of clothing as we went, until I came up against an up-right covered in fabric that in fact was a custom overhead for the stairs leading down to the 2nd floor. I kneeled down without losing eye contact with her and gently slid my open fingered hands inside her panties and caressed her incredibly sensuous ass and slowly slid her panties down touching her ankles indicating that I wanted her to step out of them. She stooped, steadying herself on my shoulder and I pulled her free of her fine black lace. As she stood, I reach both hands up between her legs cupped my hands on both cheeks of her gorgeous ass and pulled her entire vulva to my waiting lips and began to eagerly devour her sumptuous nectar. Her scent was driving me into a type of lust I had never known myself capable of. Her legs thrust forward as she put both of her hands on the side of my head and began to moan as she slowly ground into me. Her mouth was agape as she looked into my eyes, in a mixture of surprise, ecstasy, and love in a quirky building momentum that told me that she wanted more, but she really liked this. I slowly moved my fingers to spread her tight butt so that I could reach a finger through to her pussy slick so that I could lubricate the finger that I was going to begin to rub her tight starfish with. This only spurred her to bend her legs more to give me better access to her. She writhed in passion as she felt my touch in her most delicately sensual spot. I gently drew slow small circles and then, I felt my erection temper into life, as if spring steel had been somehow inserted, as she actually forced herself back on my finger in longer thrusts alternatively feeding me the majesty of her beautiful pussy and wanting to get my finger up inside of her tight delicate ass. She was actually doing most of the work and as beads of sweat formed on her face, she grunted as my finger broke through her as she pushed to open herself for me. I was inside her to my first knuckle and had her delicate clit between my lips sucking on her; she was about the size of a pencil eraser and very sensitive-too sensitive for the roughness of the tongue. “Push it all the way in”, she commanded breathlessly and I obeyed her lust, and pushed my finger into her as far as I could go!

Suddenly she held me tight to her and with the force of my finger up her and my hands clutching her butt also holding her tight to me, her head flew back and she let out a series of screaming moans as her body became erotically spasmodic. A warm liquid filled my mouth that was not her urine, but some thinly viscous fluid that flowed from her pussy that was mildly acidic and tasted surprisingly good. I swallowed it and realized that she had just ejaculated! I had no idea that a woman could do that; her orgasm was more intense than I have ever witnessed in a woman and I was amazed that she was able to focus that level of energy into transporting herself into such sheer rapture. Her legs quivered and her torso shook violently, but I kept my open mouth covering her entire vulva as my tongue darted in and out of her now open pussy, the last of her juices filling another mouthful.

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My knees were raised up and she collapsed on me in a heap with her head on my chest and with my finger still buried deep into her nether region, as she struggled to get her breath and control her breathing. Both of my arms were buried under her as she finally looked into my eyes with a smile and then looked between her legs and flexed herself around and on my finger and then in an uncharacteristically guttural voice, uttered, “You continually amaze me, Jake. I am pleasantly surprised…well sorry that was a massive understatement…I am ecstatic!” then she laughed a hearty laugh and then cooed, “That was so wonderful Jake, oh my Jake my love; just wonderful! I…I never” she gasped and took a deep breath, “I never felt anything like that before” she gasped again and took another deep breath, “I actually…oh baby I came in your mouth… I’m so…” I immediately interrupted her, “Don’t even think you’re going to apologize for that Chloe. That was the most erotically charged moment of my life!” And up to that point, that was a true statement; but that would soon be eclipsed!

Once I realized that she was rapidly recovering from the physically demanding orgasm that she had descended into, I wanted to maintain the high ground and I forced her upwards with the thrust of my arms with my hands on her butt, tightened my abs and with all my strength rose up, took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded with much more enthusiasm than I figured I had any right to expect. I whispered in her ear, “I want you in the shower sweetheart; I have a certain desire toward that erotic tattoo on your behind.” She gave me a demurred look and as we passed the still open closet door, I reached in to pick up the particular enema set that I knew that she was going to reach in to get before I took her off of her game plan. I thought ‘how hard could it be to give this beauty an enema, especially if she wants it.’

As we walked into the bathroom and I started the shower, I felt the warmth of her lovely body on my back, and as she embraced me from behind I felt her breasts press into my back. Just that quick, my momentum was arrested, as she said, “Listen, my love, listen to me. This is really important.” I said, “I hear you baby, what’s on your mind.” She spoke with emotion that was mixed with erotic sensuality and love, yes it was unmistakable love, but her words were also strangely hypnotic. She was truly a remarkable woman, “Jake, my love, what we are going to do is extremely intimate and…” she seemed to hesitate. “Go on Chloe, you have my full attention”, I said. She was almost apologetic again, “Honey your only experience has been with…well watching anyway…well a professional whose specialty was anal sex. Honey, I’m a strong woman, but I am physical delicate compared to…what did you say her name was again, Adrianna Silva wasn’t it?” I nodded to mean yes and she continued, “Jake I need you to experience what I’m going to experience so that you’ll realize how special and delicate the love that I plan to give you really is.” I asked her, “What are you trying to get at Chloe?” She cooed, “I’m going to give you this enema, my love, and in the process, I’m going to teach you about all the different ways that I like to take it. Then my sweet Jake, I am going to make love to you up that magnificently tight ass of yours and in that process, I’m going to… suggest, because I’m not sure… but suggest what I think would be the best techniques for you to use on me.” She let that hang in the air, and when I didn’t react she asked, “Does my logic make sense to you Jake?” I turned around through her embrace and our eyes met. Her intensity was extremely compelling and then she put the icing on the cake, so to speak. She put her head on my chest and cooed, “I can’t promise that you will really like it, all I can promise is that you’ll understand and that you’ll learn and when we’re all done, if you say, ‘It’s not for me’, then I’m happy to be your woman…any way that you want me and if you want my…my ass, my love, at least you will know how to satisfy me without hurting me.” I wanted her more than I can ever remember wanting a woman, and I was willing to do this, but I lifted her head up and said, I’ll do this for you honey, but know this…don’t even think about treating me like…” she cut me off, “Oh god no, baby, you’re the best man I’ve ever known. No baby, I’m going to treat you like you’re all man; my man!” I sighed, “Ok, then…I’ll take your lead.” She turned off the shower, saying that we would take one after our enemas. That surprised me and I was a little more motivated. It looked as though this was to be a mutual session. She led me into her luxurious bedroom and then bid me to follow her into the adjoining bathroom, which was done in all marble. She filled the enema from the bathtub saying that there wasn’t enough room in the sink. She showed me how to test the water temperature to make sure it was not too hot, saying “It’s easier and feels better to take it warm than it does when it’s cold.” Then she emptied it and had me fill it and test it. When I said “This is ok”, she took the bag and hose and smiled very alluringly and urged me back into the bedroom. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a stainless steel pendant and hooked it to a small ceiling hook that was painted the same color as the ceiling and almost invisible. Then she hung the bag onto the pendant and then the bag was about 3 feet off of the top of the bed. As she did this she explained the hydraulics and that high flow often equated to pain, which of course was not the object of this exercise. She then pointed out the nozzle and described a standard enema nozzle, a douche nozzle, which was often used for enemas, in juxtaposition to this customized polished aluminum bat shape that was easy to retain, transferred the heat better and produced better feelings when inserted. Next she showed me all of the standard positions to take an enema.

“Which of the positions do you like best, honey?” I asked. She rubbed up against me sideways, pressing into me so that my shoulder was between her breasts, massaging my ass cheeks with her left hand and stroking my cock with her right hand and said, “It depends on what my goal is Jake. If I want to use a big electric vibrator, I’ll lay on my back with my legs bent. If I want to use my fingers a lot of times I will often put my head down and stick my ass up; I can take a lot that way and it really feels good! If I want to take a nice relaxing enema, I lay down as if I’m going to sleep.” I couldn’t help from being amazed at her sensuous candor and asked, “Have you ever had sex while you took an enema?” She giggled at that and squeezed my cock saying, “No…but I’ve always wanted to…I’ll tell you about my fantasy soon, my love…but before this enema gets cold, I want you to lay down for me.” She patted the bed indicating where she wanted me and she said that I should lie on my stomach. I got up on the bed to lie down and my cock was so hard that I had to consciously bend it up towards my stomach to get it out of the way. Chloe said she was getting some lube out of the night stand and then she said she going to get on the bed with me. I felt her presence and then I felt her lay on top of me; felt the warmth of her body, my nostrils flaring at her scent; her breasts massaging my back; her hips grinding against my ass; her sexy hair hanging down around my neck as she whispered in my ear, “Jake, I’m going to show you that I am the only woman in the world for you. Oh Jake I can only hope that you will learn to need me as much as I need you.” Then I felt her slippery fingers enter the crack of my ass; find their mark; slowly circle teasingly…then enter me. Almost as if this was an out of body experience, I heard myself moan in pleasure. I heard, “Just relax baby, don’t fight me…that’s it, ya sweetheart just enjoy it. That’s right…this about pleasure and right now it’s about me giving you pleasure. This is a real good lubrication, honey and you can’t use too much, meaning be liberal in your application.” I felt her fingers slowly withdraw and then I felt her press the warm nozzle into me as she said, “Don’t clinch down baby…push out just a little…that’s it…there it’s in. How does it feel baby?” I wasn’t sure of how to react. It did feel good in my ass, but I felt…embarrassed that it felt good. Chloe instinctively knew how I was feeling and soothed, “You’re reacting like a normal man, baby. Give 100 normal men an enema the way that I giving it to you and the ones that don’t react like you are feeling right now are too scared to feel anything because they’re paralyzed with fear. Feeling like this is normal Jake. Homosexual men don’t love women, they love other men! LET YOURSELF ENJOY THIS. You owe it to both of us!” I heard a ‘click’ and then…a warm surge. “Oh God; Ah euh…oooh; ya that does feel good.” I sighed. She gradually lifted her weight off of me, but kept massaging me and she would periodical push and pull the nozzle as if she was fucking me with it. I asked, “Is that how you like it, baby?” Her hair totally hung down all around my head as she kissed my earlobe and faintly mouthed “I really love that!” I loved to smell her in close to me. Then she told me to slowly get up on my knees, which I did. Chloe positioned herself under me and pulled me down gently and began to suck on my cock. She was the only woman that has ever freely done this…that I didn’t pay for it. It was obvious that she was doing it out of love. Her lips felt better than a “warm pussy with mild electrodes” and produced tingling sensations that instantly took hold of me. I had to mentally restrain myself from “Gaahhwawd oh Chloe not now baby, I don’t…” “Cum now, why not…not ready to yet…Ok, then let’s try this.” She moved out from under me and then helped me turn over on my back; she massaged my abdomen for a while then she spread my legs and began sucking on my cock again. Suddenly there was an urgency that I never have experienced before. I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her up, “I need to go!” She helped me up and brought the enema bag into the bathroom with us saying “I was wondering when this was going to hit you. The bag emptied a couple of minutes ago.” “Don’t stay with me please.” I pleaded and she respected my wishes, but said, “Leave the nozzle in until you sit down.”

I had always thought that I had known those that I considered “Full of Crap”, but I never realized that I might actually fit into that category until my girlfriend gave me my first enema. I was absolutely amazed at the sheer volume that my bowels produced and after I was finally done, I experienced a curious euphoria that gave me a form of serenity that I had never experienced. Although, I wasn’t wild about the “need to shit my brains out part”, I could understand why Chloe could be attracted this kind of mental tranquility in the aftermath of her enemas.

When I came out of the bathroom, Chloe was waiting with some anticipation. “How do you feel”, she asked with sparkle in her eyes and an erotic lilt in her voice. We walked toward each other and embraced. She urged, “I need to know, baby, how it was for you?” I smiled at her, in my calmness, and said, “Well it was strange; the first part was hot! But as you filled me, it went from really hot to…God damn Chloe, I’ve never experienced a blow job that felt that good...(She giggled and squeezed me) Then I was suddenly full and that didn’t feel good at all.” “Well, sweetheart, I confess that I opened the clamp to full after you got used to the warm water surge. I wanted you to feel the erotic part, but I also wanted to give you a good enema for your first time because I figured that you needed it” she demurred philosophically. I commented, “I feel really good now”, then I took her in my arms and kissed her full on her lips and when I was through I said, “Now, my lusty heiress, it’s time for your enema; help me prepare it for you.” She walked into the bathroom smiling at me and told me that she was going to show me how to clean up the enema set for the next session. As she was mixing bleach with hot water, she looked up at me, and giddily said, “Best blow-job you ever had, huh? That must have been pretty good coming from an experienced Vice Detective.” I aimed for her gorgeous ass, at the point just below where the tattoo of the golden nozzle disappeared, and gave her a slap! She jumped, dropping the bag in the tub in the process. “What was that for? “She protested in mock pain. I looked at her with and equally mock sternness saying, “I never paid for a girl when I was ‘on the job.’ But sometimes at night…well a man needs…” “You don’t need to justify anything to me Jake! I really wasn’t saying anything disparaging about you…I’m just saying…You really flatter me…and I love it”, she interrupted.

TRAMP STAMP INTERMISSION

Chapter 34-Devising Karen’s Therapy- CONTINUED

Tillamook, Oregon: Monday late afternoon-real time-present day

I was so into creating this part of the story that I really lost track of time when Karen came thru the door- home for dinner. Of course, I had nothing really planned, but the day before I did have the presence of mind to take some venison back straps and some abalone steak out of the freezer to thaw. She came into my home office in a bubbly mood, just as I shut down the computer. “Are you ready for some dinner?” I asked. She gushed, “I’m famished; I did a lot of walking today. The people in this town are really friendly, Jim, and practically everybody I met knew you and Ann.” “You want to help?” I asked and when she nodded enthusiastically I continued, “So tell me who you met today Karen.” As I pulled the venison and the abalone out, I indicated that she could cut vegetables for stir fry and build a salad. “I had lunch with Travis Whitten. Wow Jim; he is really handsome. He said that he met you and Ann when she was attending the local Junior College.”

As she was telling me this I was thinking ‘Travis is definitely an ASS MAN in capital letters. He used to follow Ann around to class watching her ass sway as it does with her normal stride. She confided in me one evening that she noticed his reflection in a window as he followed her to the next class and his erection was so prominent that other students noticed it and thought it was hilarious. Ann had told Travis that she thought that he was a nice guy, but if he kept following her around like that she would have to file a complaint. She told him, ‘Travis, the cops will go easier on you than if Jim Hunter finds out what you’ve been up to-God help you then.’ I mindlessly asked Karen what they talked about and kept thinking, ‘Travis had come by my office one day asking if he could talk to me and when I said sure come on in and sit down, he confided to me about his serious ass fetish and sincerely apologized for the incident with Ann; that he wasn’t even conscious of what he was doing when Ann had confronted him.’ I heard Karen saying what they were talking about, but it was only half registering as I laughed inside, because Ann didn’t even tell me about the Travis Whitten incident until two days after he had come to my office. “God Jim, I was a little embarrassed though when Travis leaned in over the table at me and whispered, ‘Karen, I think you have a really sexy butt,” she was saying. “Ya, that’s Travis, all right. Did he pay you any other compliments?” I retorted. “He said that he enjoyed my company and that he wanted to get to know me” she said with a hopeful smile.

We made small talk as she and I both worked. I dredged the back straps in light flour and pounded the abalone steaks, dipped them in a watered down egg batter and then panko coated them. She worked on the salad; the veggies having been already set up to go into the wok. I was worried that Karen could get exploited by a guy like Travis. How would he know that her only sexual repertoire up to this point in her life was giving head and receiving anal sex? I had a sneaking suspicion that if Travis somehow found that out, he would be just fine with that arrangement. I knew that Karen would eventually want more. Yet she would have to learn more about herself and find other sexual interests in order to be motivated to expect more. Wine! Damn, how could I have forgotten that special detail? “Would you care for the same wine that you had last night Karen? Or would you like to try something else?” I asked. “What I had last night was really good, can I have that?” she said, “A glass of Johannisberger Riesling coming right up!” I said as I poured a big 16 oz. wine glass 2/3 full and handed it to her. I wanted her talkative tonight, but I didn’t think that she was ready for my special brownies for this night’s dessert yet. I poured a full 16 oz. glass full of a 20 year old Hungarian Cabernet Franc that was exquisite. The tannic acid had been completely mitigated and it had a smooth nosed barn-yard taste that would complement the venison and since the abalone is so rich, it would work with that as well.

The Gas stove sits next to a 75,000 BTU jet burner, all under a custom range hood that is also equipped with a halon fire suppression system. I had two big sauté pans on the gas stove with the venison in a light canola oil slowly bubbling ‘chicken fried steak ‘style; the abalone would be the last to go in, just before lighting off the stir fry. The jet burner is a spectacle and a kick in the ass to cook with and to say that Karen was impressed is a serious understatement; she was mesmerized. 3 minutes to stir fry and the abalone goes into a mixture of olive oil and butter and flashes off quickly or it will take on the consistency of boot leather. It can’t be overstated; you simply can’t let abalone set there and cook; get it hot-get the transparency out of it, then serve it!

We sat down to a delicious meal that we had both worked on and Karen not only had some small sense of community from her experiences today, but she also was beginning to have a sense of friendship, perhaps even family. “Who else did you meet today? I asked. “Oh ya, I really liked Gordon Smith! He is a real gentleman.” She said ebulliently “Ah yes, Gordy is quite a guy, owns the Rexall drug store at 4th and C streets. He is genuine and an honest hardworking business man; what did he have to say?” I asked after I commented on Gordy, who owned the only small town drug store left that hadn’t been put out of business by the big chain stores. “Well, Jim, I was going in there to get some allergy pills and when I walked up to Gordon to ask him…Jim do you know that he has an entire isle full of nothing but…” she suddenly blushed beet red and I gently put my hand over hers and finished her statement, “Gordy specializes in enema equipment and he has people from all over western Oregon that come to him because he can be trusted to be very discrete.” She was a little concerned, “Oh Jim, I think he could somehow tell that I had been given enemas…well you know…from my boyfriend or something”. “Why do you say that?” I asked. “Because when I asked him where the…oh…maybe I was staring…” she trailed off. “Deer in the headlights, huh…oh don’t sweat it Karen, Gordon is used to reading people. What did he say once he realized you were staring at all of the enema packages?” I said again. “He said he hadn’t seen me in here before and asked me my name; I told him and that I was staying with you…and Ann, of course. Then he asked if he could help me find anything in particular…Jim I’m sure he was asking me if I wanted to buy one of those packages. Jim…there were some that were made of real rubber imported from India…oh you know…I really liked him. He made me feel special. Is he married? Do you and Ann…you know…buy from him…how do you know him?” Karen was kind of rambling. I sensed that there were many layered emotions in her speech pattern, but could only guess at what they might be. “Gordy and I partner together at charity golf tournaments a couple times a year; we’ve been friends for about ten years. No Karen, Ann and I don’t buy enema gear from Gordy…” She interrupted “Do you and Ann…I mean…well she used to really enjoy…I mean we used to talk…” I filled her glass half full again and poured myself another half glass and smiling at her said, “Ann and I are still very much in love and yes Karen, honey…enemas have played a role in our love lives ever since we first met. Gordon Smith lost his wife to a drunk driver about 3 years ago and he was just devastated. To tell the truth, I don’t think that he’s ever gotten over it. I suspect that he never will completely recover, but you know Karen…in some ways you might just be the right gal for him. Perhaps we can invite him over to dinner some evening…” I let that hang in the air for a few moments as she thought about all of the possible ramifications of what I had just said and what might be in her near future as I rose to clean up, since our meal was completed.

As she got up to help me she said, “He is really smart isn’t he…Gordon I mean?” I thought about that for a moment and then responded, “Well he does he does have a pharmacology degree from Purdue, and he is conversant in a wide variety of subjects, but you would never know it, unless you knew him very well. He’s an earthy kind of guy, unpretentious, friendly and outgoing; well liked in the community.” We were rinsing dinnerware, setting up the dishwasher and putting leftovers away when Karen looked at me with concern in her eyes and said, “Jim when are you going to start…you know…teaching me things…” I dried my hands and then I put my arms around her and I smiled, “What do you suppose that I have been doing? Here bring your wine and let’s go sit on the couch and talk.”

As we sat next to each other on the couch, I wanted to see if what I surmised was anywhere near accurate. The wine was having the effect that I wanted: she was pliable but not drunk. I sat my glass down, hers was already on the coffee table, and I gently embraced her, moving so that I could hold her in my arms with her torso across my lap. I kissed her on her lips and all over her neck and petted her, stroked her hair, softly on her face, and through her clothes-her breasts, her hips, her legs. I whispered, “What makes you feel loved honey. When you think about it, how do you want a man to love you?” I could feel her squirm a little as she closed her eyes and slowly writhed in my lap. Finally she whispered, “I told you last night. Don’t you want to do that to me?” I immediately thought ‘do that to me’: a submissive anal erotic! My heart skipped a beat, my cock began to stir, but I was given a mission by my lovely Ann and I knew what I had to do. “I would love to give you a nice warm enema and then make love to you up your nice big sexy butt, sweetheart. Only I think that is not in your best interest and let me explain what I mean by that.” Her eyes opened and she was limp in my arms and I knew that anything I wanted from her was mine for my pleasure and believe it or not I felt empowered by not taking advantage of her. “If I may be so bold, Karen, the two men in your life so far did you little good…” “What do you mean?” She gasped inquisitively. I said as gently as I could, “They loved what they could do to you; they loved the pleasure that you let them have, but nothing that you told me gave me the impression that they really loved you. And Karen, believe me when I tell you that that was their loss, not yours because I can see that you have a lot to give. You just need some more options.” I had her attention and she hadn’t recoiled to a defensive position that I couldn’t access, so I was encouraged. “Do you have any idea of why your dreams of David making love to in your butt were so vivid, almost as though you were actually experiencing it?” I said softly. Her eyes were wide, her mouth ajar, as she slowly shook her head. “I am certain that every enema that Gene gave you had a drug in it called Rohypnol. It causes you to become very relaxed and then go to sleep and while you’re under the influence, you don’t remember anything that happened to you. Oh Karen honey, that wasn’t David that you felt in your butt, that was Gene!” Recognition of the facts came over her face, her features suddenly growing negative as she whispered, “I was bad, huh?” “You were innocent; you were violated and made to believe he was doing you a favor. If he was still alive, I’d have him arrested, if I didn’t kill him first! Oh Karen, it’s not your fault that you have a voluptuous body that men covet. Do you understand?” I tried not to rant, but I wasn’t having much luck.

I quit talking and just held her trying to give her as much comfort and security as I had to offer, realizing that nothing that I could provide would take the place of a man that could and would really love her. The more that I thought about it, the more that it made sense and I thought ‘she would be great for Gordon Smith; she would just need a few special lessons first before I formally introduced him to her, with Ann and I giving our blessing, so to speak.’ After a while, I softly asked her, “What goes through your mind-your heart-as you remember it, when you felt your boyfriend up inside your butt, honey?” She was a little embarrassed, she was clinging to me with her head against the lower part of my chest, not looking up at me but staring blankly across the room. After a long moment, she whispered, “I don’t know how to describe it Jim…it’s like…well like it’s an old friend, ya know? You may not like absolutely everything about your old friend, but it’s still your friend.” Her reply was a revelation for me because it not only provided me with better insight into what made Karen tick, it made me think about my own sexuality and how I had evolved with Ann over the years. Suddenly a plan began to reveal itself to me, even as I held her and tried my best to make her feel comfortable, and as it began to crystalize into sharpness I knew it was right for Karen. Ann was a friend to Diane Smith, Gordon’s wife for a couple of years before she died. Sometime after Diane’s death, Ann revealed some of the things that she and Diane had shared in confidence. Diane had known that Gordy “had a thing for enemas” and she loved him enough to “give it a try”. She had told Ann “I really wasn’t surprised that he wanted to fuck me in the ass, because it seems like every guy that I’ve ever dated has wanted to fuck me like that, but I never had it that way, until Gordy. I was amazed, Ann; that man has a gift that I just can’t get enough of. But I never tell him that. I make him work for it so he doesn’t take me for granted. I frequently take control and give him an enema and I fuck him, Ann, I fuck him good, referring to using a strap on dildo on her husband; I know he likes it when I do that too. So when he does get into my ass, I make him feel special-like he’s found the Holy Grail or something: he cums like a freight train when he’s up my ass!” Diane and Ann also talked about the fetishes that they both shared about trying to get their men to “worship my ass” with “his tongue” and when they couldn’t always get their men to perform that which they both coveted, they would each gladly settle for a good pussy licking session.

I urged Karen up, saying that it was time for her to receive actual lessons. She looked up at me as she arose off of the couch with a very sexy smile, not a word leaving her lips, although she left little doubt in my mind that she was full of anticipation and whatever I had in store for her, she wanted it.