THE WEEKEND

The ringing phone attracts your attention. It is a special ringtone, dedicated to one man. You answer it on the second ring.

“Yes?”

“Brown and Blue. 7 p.m.”

Your breath catches a bit, as you flush with the recognition of his commands. “yes daddy” you murmur quietly, obediently.

“Good girl.” And then he hangs up.

You look at the clock. 2 hours until he is here. Need to get up and get ready for him.

She knows the Brown is for anal sex. He will take her that way tonight. Probably several times. The first is always strong, violent, deep thrusting; his need is so primal at first. The second time will be slower, sensuous, lasting longer. Either way, she loved it, loved him taking her that way.

The Blue was for ANR. He loved her breasts, loved to suckle, loved to lay his head in her lap, lapping up her breast milk while she caressed him, babied him, stroked his penis until it was rock hard and begging for relief. But the truth was she loved having him latch onto her breasts, suckling, drinking in her sweet nectar. There was a scientific reason for that, of course, the oxytocin that women get from breastfeeding. That was true for her as well, as she would become aroused, wetter by the minute as he suckled her breasts until finally she would slip her own hang in between her legs and circle her clit with her own fingers and then slide them inside her wet pussy lips until she would orgasm with him still latched onto her breast. And then he would move to her other breast and she would orgasm again, more quickly this time, her fingers never having left her wet pussy.

While she thought of all that was to come tonight, she had to prepare for him now quickly. She couldn’t be late for him. That had happened just once, and she had been whipped with his belt over his knee until she cried woefully. And she was put to bed without the benefit of his cock inside of her, anywhere inside of her, and her own breasts painfully full of milk so much so that she had to pump them and put it into a bottle. Later, he made a point of drinking her milk out of that bottle in front of her, as if to make the point that he could still have her pleasurable milk without her having the benefit of his suckling. She would never be late for him again.

She went into the bathroom and lathered her pussy with shaving cream while sitting in front of the mirror. She held her legs wide open and gently shaved herself perfectly clean, the only way he would ever take her. Then she did her legs.

She opened the closet and pulled out the large red enema bag, tube and nozzle. She began filling it with warm water, then added the liquid castile soap, until the bag bulged. She hung the bag on the hook he had installed just for that purpose, so the bag hung high enough that the tubing ran right down to her asshole, when she was on all fours. She lubricated the nozzle and edged it up into her upturned ass, letting out a deep breath as it forged its way in. Then she put her forehead to the floor, spread her legs a bit, then reached behind and let out the clamp on the tubing. Immediately a warm gush or soapy water began filling her insides; it felt warm, familiar, welcome. She could feel it draining deep inside of her, relentlessly pushing its way in. After several minutes, Jenny clamps the tubing even though the bag is only half empty. He has told her to stop this way, hold the enema inside of her for several minutes, before commencing with the rest of the bag. This insures that she is more completely cleansed and opened for him. As she kneels there, her mind floats to her in this doggie position, the way he likes to take her, him on top, her on the bottom, him in control, her submissively accepting.

Then Jenny unclamps the tubing and the water returns, filling, filling , filling her completely. She never thought she could take this much in, but he has trained her to do it, to take it , to welcome all of it into her ass. But as she hears the last of the water gurgle out of the nozzle, she clamps it again, and again she has been told to stay put for several minutes, to train her body to accept the warm soapy water completely, not to try to expel it immediately as she used to do. No, trained as she was, she could now accept his cock completely up her ass, until there was no more of his cock to be had, and every thrust of his cock would push his penis head up against her gspot or something that would have her gasping with passion for even more of his cock, deeper, more, faster, harder.

But now Jenny had to expel, so she walked to the toilet and did so. She left the door open, as he had trained her….not to be ashamed or embarrassed by her expulsion, but to revel in it, knowing that is what he wanted. In fact, he had made her expel in front of him many times until she finally relinquished any feelings of embarrassment…or control. “I own you, I own your ass, and everything in it, understand?” he had said. She finally understood and accepted it. And why not. There was no shame in their love, their passion for each other, all of each other’s bodies. Their needs. Their wants. Their desires, their fantasies. They gave themselves to each other totally, without reservations.

Now she filled the enema bag again with cooler water for her rinse. It was the same amount as before, the same position on all fours, but this time she took the full bag all the way without stopping. Only when it was done did she linger for a few minutes to allow the water to complete its work. Her breasts felt heavy in this position, hanging down. They were nearly full already, with an hour to go. But she know that is how he liked her….with completely full breasts, aching for relief, aching for his mouth to suckle them dry. She was already aroused, with the nozzle in her ass, her breasts swollen and tender and full. She could feel her wetness beginning already, but she knew she was forbidden to touch herself there. Besides, he would want her aroused, wet, in heat for him. She was already. Then she expelled again, this time nearly clear.

Then she showered, dried, powdered herself. Lastly she took the lubricant and applied a generous amount to her asshole. She worked a little bit inside as well as outside. While he certainly could do that himself, he wanted her to do it in advance…to show him that she was accepting, willing and ready for him there. And she was. Then she dressed in a light kimono robe and went to the bedroom, propped the pillows up on the bed, and laid back onto them. She opened the robe to expose her full breasts, and to show her shaved pussy, as if she was on display for him to decide what his appetite was for tonight. But she already knew: brown, for anal, and blue for ANR.

He would take her first anally, roughly, without any words spoken between them. Just his grunting, her moaning, until he would cum in her ass. Once sated, he would be more gentle, laying in her lap and suckling her breasts, drinking her glorious milk, licking, lapping, sucking while fondling her other breast with his hand. She would start stroking his penis until it was rock hard again, then he would pull her mouth to his and they would kiss deeply, her tasting her own milk on his lips and tongue, and then she would slide down and envelop his penis in her mouth, inching it in until it was deep in her own throat, his balls hanging against her chin, and she would feel him buck and sway, moaning in passion until she felt the warm sticky cum draning down her throat. But she would hold his penis in her mouth until every last drop was secreted, and then they would kiss again, this time him tasting his own cum on her lips and tongue.

Then they would drift off to sleep, his head resting on her breasts, her hand on his penis, still damp with her saliva.

A few hours later, he would wake, and turn her over onto her belly, spread her legs and ass cheeks and take her again. This time slow, deliberately, deep, fondling her breasts, kissing her neck, until he was fully inside of her again. “Masturbate yourself, sweetie” he whispers, and her hand goes between her legs and begins to pleasure herself. She is already wet, and his hard cock inside of her is driving her passion moreso. He will wait until she orgasms, and when she finally does, he thrusts harder and harder, faster and faster until he too cums in a flood inside of her.

TO BE CONTINUED.