This will be a series of stories about my wife Jana. What you read is true to the best of my knowledge. For those of you who are submissive I hope you are not offended by these pages. Always remember contrary to what you read, subs live out normal lives with love and respect. They are subs because that is what they have chosen to be, not forced to be. I will take you through some of Jana's days as my submissive wife. She has given me permission to do this and I would not have written this without it.

Driving home I was thinking of the up and coming control session. I dreaded having to give Jana another one this week but she had given me no choice. She had been pissy and snotty to me the last couple days and I knew that she needed to have a session to get back on track. usually Jana got a session once a week is all. She rarely got disciplined and for the last year and a half that we had been married I only had to punish her twice.

As I drove I thought about the morning and how she looked at me when I told her to fill her bag. She stood there all sweaty from her morning run with sad eyes, then turned into the bathroom without a word to run the water. When she returned with the six quart bag in hand only filled half way she stood before me with the bag in one hand and the large black nozzle that she had graduated to in the other.

"You have been very nasty to me the last few days...don't you think?"

She held her bag and slumped her shoulders and bowed her head with a nod. I watched as she withered before me to see if she was earnest about her regret.

"Well I think you should have a session then, don't you?"

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and then replied in a soft voice. "I guess so dear."

"Good I thought you would see it like that....now go and place your bag on the bathroom counter so that you can see what is expected of you tonight." I said. I watched her saltier off to place the bag with it's tubing coiled up as a reminder that she would be receiving an enema tonight for her attitude.

Jana tolerated her enemas she didn't like the anal insertions and this was a good way to keep her in line. For the bag to sit on the counter she would be reminder through the day that she had been a disappointment in my eyes. I didn't always give her warning of her sessions but would just spring them on her at least once a week. Not for something that she had done wrong but to prevent any behavior that I would disagree with. Even though she may see these sessions as punishment I saw them as a way to remind her of who was in control.

I walked into the house to find her in the kitchen fixing dinner. She always took pride in her appearance and I would expect nothing less. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and sunk my face into her hair to find her luscious neck. She giggled and squirmed as I told her that I came home to the most beautiful wife in the world. Dinner was uneventful and when she was almost done in the kitchen I told her to meet me in the bedroom. I could see from behind her that she took a deep sigh.

In the bedroom I prepared for Jana's session. I would not make her enema but I did lay out the mentolatum and stuck the thermometer into it. This was not my lube of choice mind you. For this session I would require a towel, I normally don't have to but sometimes with the menthol used, Jana would leak some. This embarrassed her tremendously but I was always prepared for it. The bag was still laying on the counter and I left it there for her to fill. This is part of the control to have to make your own enema to be given to yourself. I don't know what I would do if Jana ever refused to make her enema. I really don't think that as a punishable offence but I sure would show her my disappointment through a light discipline session.

I was sitting on the side of the bed when she came in. I patted my lap for her to come sit down. She slowly came to me and sat down and bowed her head. I lifted her from under the chin to look at me.

"You know that you need this don't you?" I asked her not sternly but in a normal voice. I was pushing her hair away from her face and forehead so I could see her loveliness. She nodded her head to me and a saw a slight pout come across her face.

"Well then...if you know that.... you need to ask me don't you?"

I would make her ask me for her enema session in this case, because it's not a regular control session. This would be the hardest part for her. I knew that her emotions would run every witch way. She hated to ask for something that she despised, but to please me she would have to. I saw her face cringe and then go sad as she got up the nerve to ask for her enema.

" Dear I need my enema for my behavior" She said to me and I caressed her face before sending her to go prepare it.

"Two cup fulls of soap Jana." I said as she entered into the bathroom. She didn't close the door but was out of my sight except for the image in the mirror. I watched as she undressed, as the water ran to warm. She knew how much water to put into the large bag as to not disappoint me or over fill her. She came back to me with bag in hand just like this morning and stood before me now naked. I took hold of her and sat her back on my lap.

"Jana you know that you have been unpleasant to me." She held her bag as she sat and nodded her head.

"Well I just wanted to make sure that you know this enema will have to be made unpleasant for you as well....do you understand?"

She took in a hiccup like breath as she nodded and I patted her to let her know that I was ready. She got up and hung her bag on the hook on the wall and then after I placed the towel over my lap she descended her body down upon me. I adjusted her bottom so that it was in place, and I could feel her tightened muscles. I started to rub her gorgeous mounds and told her to relax herself open. Her muscles relaxed in her legs and bottom and her legs spread open a bit.

"Good....good girl ....Now I'm going to use the thermometer." I said as I started to put on my gloves. I always used gloves, this made the sessions more impersonal and showed her that this wasn't for pleasure. Even though Jana never received any pleasure that I knew of from these sessions. I leaned over a bit to pluck the thermometer from the menthol jar and I separated her cheeks to exposed her tight rosebud. I saw it quiver as she anticipated the slight burning that she was soon to feel.

I didn't lube around her hole but just found the entrance and twirled the glass rod down and into her. I could hear her take in a slight breath as it was pushed deep into her bottom. I kept her open with my fingers and watched the reactions of her anal muscle as the small rods lubricant started to work on her just slightly. I didn't rub or touch her in any other way but kept my hands still. This was a session and I needed complete control over her comfort level for this to work.

I kept the glass rod jetting out of her for a full five minutes and I could tell that the burning was working as her anus took on a mind of it's own to try and rid her body of the object causing her discomfort. I took hold of the rod and slowly pulled it out and away from her. Her body slumped just a bit as this was done. Keeping her rosebud completely exposed I reached over and planted the nozzle into the menthol and took a glob onto my finger. I brought my finger to her hole and started to massage the lube around it. I could feel her tighten at first to my touch but as I massaged the burning started and she was now starting to open. I could hear her breathing in blows as she felt the burning. Her anal muscle continued to open and when it was just right I slipped my finger into her and lubed her anal ring. She let out a slight squeal as I lubed her inside and out now preparing her for her nozzle.

Her anus pulsed in and out around my finger and this indicated to me that she was ready to take her enema. The unpleasantness of having to hold her enema as she tried to push out the nozzle due to the sting and burn would make her think of why she was receiving this special session.

I reached for the nozzle that now had a glob of menthol on it as well and brought it to her. With gentle pressure I guided the six inch long, wide nozzle into her and her body responded by making way for it's size. Jana grunted loudly as the lube smushed around her anus. I then let go of her cheeks and started the flow of the soapy water. The clamp was only let go half way as to make the enema flow slowly into her. I placed one hand at the small of her back and the other arm just below her cheeks. I would not aid her in holding her nozzle or the enema and I would sit and watch as her body struggled with the different sensations.

Jana had just lately taken her enemas without wining when administered. But soon she started the old panting, blowing wines that told me I had control over her comfort. I increased my hold on her as she started to squirm a bit under the volume of the enema and the burning she was feeling. I didn't tell her how much she had to go or that she was doing good. I made no attempt to talk to her when in session. Idle talk would just take her mind off of what she was suppose to think about and that was her discomfort and why she was in this position. It took about ten minutes for her three quarts to fill her and I could see her bottom struggle to keep the enema in. The burning didn't help her and I could hear her sniffling. She tried to shift around when I clamped the tubing off and I sat there with her in my lap holding the enema.

She sobbed, wined and cried a bit but didn't ask for release. She had learned long ago that asking to expel might put more time on the clock that she would have to hold her enema. I could see the tubing that was still jetting from between her cheeks move slightly as the pressure built in her. After seven minutes I heard her whisper something and I felt some warmth seep through the towel on my lap.

I didn't say anything but continued to hold her and make her think about her now true embarrassment. She was now the one that would be disappointed in herself for having an accident. I held her for two more minutes over the ten minutes that she is accustom to and she sighed when I parted her cheeks and pulled the nozzle from her bottom. She got up without looking at me and went to the bathroom to expel.

The next enema would be a rinse and I made it up in the kitchen putting in some baking soda. I came back and replaced the menthol with Vaseline and sat back down waiting for her. She came out and without looking into my eyes she laid across my lap to except her rinse. I lubed her this time with the Vaseline and inserted the nozzle. She did much better with this one and was quite relaxed over my lap.

When she was done I took the nozzle from her and she got up. I handed her the bag and nozzle for her to clean. I cleaned up the room and made my way to the living room to watch the basketball game. When Jana came out she sat next to me and snuggled in my arm. I kissed her head and told her that I loved her.

"I know dear...I love you too."