Author: Don Nuff We had been together for enough time that we thought we knew each other. We had shared secrets and fantasies and perfected our love-making techniques so that we were in a great rhythm.; One particular Sunday night as we snuggle in bed catching our breath, our skin slightly sweaty and certain places very sticky, Barb softly said: "Would you let me plan a night of fun for us?"

This came as a surprise as Barb is usually quite reserved, seldom verbal about sex [except during sex] but always game to play and follow my lead. I instantly agreed to accept her invitation. She kissed me softly and deeply and said: "This Friday evening will be the beginning and who knows how long it will last!"

My mind raced and I wondered what would be happening. I woke in the night and Barb stirred and when I found she was awake too, I slowly moved down her body with kisses and she came hard and then I entered her from behind while we were on our sides and I came too. In the morning when the alarm went off, we awoke to my ready state and she got on me and came and then gave me a hand release. On the way to work I stopped and had roses sent to her office and on the card all it said was: "Thanks! Can't wait for the weekend!!!"

When Friday finally arrived, I couldn't wait to get home. We had agreed Monday night to avoid orgasms all week and I was breathless and ready for romance when I found a note on the door leading from the garage into the house. Its message left me angry and confused.; "I've gone to my folks for the weekend. My cousin called and is coming in on the 6:30 bus. Please pick her up at the depot. Sorry about all this. Next weekend is ours! Love, Barb.."

I remember crumpling the note and tossing it into the garbage and thinking: "What a let down. And what am I going to do with her cousin till Barb gets back?" I fixed a peanut butter sandwich and drank some milk and headed for the depot. My anger got the best of me and I was intentionally late. I guess passive-aggressive behavior has its merits.; I remember mumbling under my breath: "Let the bitch wait!"

As I walked into the depot, a woman the size and shape of Barb got up and picked up a small suitcase and walked towards me. She had on a cheap long blond wig, big sunglasses and lots of make up. "Hi Don! Where's Barb?" Instantly I got the picture.this was Barb! I stammered for a few seconds and then, understanding the game, smiled and said: "Oh, she had to go to her folks. Some family emergency I guess. But she asked me to meet you and to take care of you until she got home. Sorry I'm late." I took the suitcase and her hand and squeezing it said: "Have you had supper?" "No, I haven't. Riding the bus all day has paralyzed me.; Take me someplace that serves prune burgers!"

As we left the depot and headed for my car, my mind was racing and I softly said: "There are effective and faster remedies that are also fun!" Releasing my hand and reaching up and taking my arm, "Barb" said: "Now that sounds like what I need." I changed the subject and said: "All Barb's note said was that her cousin was coming for a visit. I'm sorry, but I don't know your name.." As she got into the car, she softly said: "I'm Barb's cousin Anne." [Now Barb did not have a relative by the name of Anne, whom I knew, but Anne was Barb's middle name.] In the car, "Cousin Anne" reclined the seat and began rubbing her tummy and said: "You are either going to have to get that prune burger or share with me what you had in mind as an alternative 'cuz I'm bound up bad!"

As we turned the corner and headed home I reached over and softly placed my hand on her tummy. Anne was wearing a soft yellow silk dress and white t-shirt under it and as I gently moved my hand over her lower abdomen I said: "Mmmm, it feels like a ripe watermelon. I know just what to do. Soon you will be as good as new!" Then in a little voice, more girl like than adult, Anne said: "I hope you are not planning what Barb's mom used to do to us when we got bound up. She had this awful oil she made us drink!" "No, Anne what I'm planning is much easier than castor oil. It's fast and efficient and will even be a bit pleasurable. Just trust me and relax." I patted her tummy and added: "In no time you will be glad you came!" Anne smiled and said: "I know I will be!"

In the garage, I helped her out and led Anne into the kitchen she knew so well. Looking around as if she were there for the first time, Anne said: "What a nice house. You and Barb are lucky." Then turning to face me, Anne took off her sunglasses and asked: "So what do we have to do to make me feel better?" Smiling down at my "new" partner, I said: "Let me show you the guest room. I'd like to have you empty your bladder, slip off your panties and then lay on the bed on your left side and wait for me. I will only be a minute."; As Anne soaked in my instructions, she looked up at me and softly said: "Oh Don, thanks so much. Barb is sure one luck lady!" She gave me a wink and walked into the guest bedroom and towards its half bath.

In the master bath, I found a disposable Fleet enema I had bought on a trip and never used. Green and white box in hand, I walked back to the guest room. On cue, my "guest" was on her side, top leg drawn up. "What's that?" "It's a little prepared enema. It won't take but a minute and will give you the relief you so desperately need. Would you like to do it yourself?" Flustered by my creativity that was obviously not in her script, Anne said, "No, I just want to feel good again!" Then she added: "I've never used one of those." I lifted her dress, which was already high enough to reveal her soft inner thighs. I bent, parted her soft white skin and gently inserted the pre-lubricated nozzle. As I was poised to squeeze the bottle empty I softly said: "Anne, this will be a bit cool and might burn slightly. Just take deep breaths, try and relax and let it work. If you can hold it for at least five minutes it will do the trick." As I began to squeeze the bottle forcing the fluid into the waiting rectum of my mysterious lady, she flinched and moaned. After I was satisfied that the bottle was empty, I withdrew the nozzle and with a tissue patted away the few errant drops.

After sliding her dress down I placed my hand on her tummy and cupping it I softly said: "Try and lay still and let it work. When the urge is as strong as you can manage, go to the bathroom. Soon you will be as good as new. I'll go to the kitchen and make some chicken broth to sooth your stomach." Anne turned and grabbed my arm. Her eyes were full of fear. "Please don't leave me! This hurts! This isn't what I thought it would be like at all!!" "Shuuuu! Relax. Let it work." "Oh, I can't wait Don!" Sweat began to appear on her forehead. She began to move her legs and twist on the bed. Looking up at me again she said: "I can't wait another second!"

I helped her up and to the bathroom. She pulled her dress up and as she bent her legs and before she touched the seat, she had a mini explosion of water and gas. "That sounds positive! See I told you, you would feel better soon." "Yes, but this BURNS! I feel like I need to have this irritant washed out of me." I took mental note of her request and left for the kitchen. I returned with a mug of hot chicken broth and offered it to Anne who was in a near fetal position on the bed. She sipped the steamy broth and said: "I feel worse. Isn't there something else you can do for me? Please help me." She moaned and tried to move to be comfortable.

I sat on the bed behind her and rubbed the small of her back. "Yes, there is something else I can do. Have you ever had a large volume enema, Anne?" Timidly she said: "No. When I was a kid mom gave us a little enema with a small bulb like thing when we got stomachaches because we were bound up." Then with a tone of real panic she said: "Will what you want to do hurt like this did?" "No it won't. You must be very sensitive to the phosphate solution. I am sorry we tried that first. It just seemed like the easiest route to relief."; [As I wondered how many large enemas I had given Barb, I tried to remember this was "Anne the enema virgin." I hoped Barb was having as much fun as I was!]

I reached for her little suitcase that was on the bed and that she had unzipped and I pulled it over thinking it would contain a robe. As I opened it, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. There inside were several new butt plugs of various sizes, a new tube of KY, a box labeled "The Amazing Vibrating Egg," several lengths of soft nylon rope, and an unopened package of nipple clamps.; After I regained my composure, I closed the little case and said: "Mmmm, traveling kind of kinky and light!" "Well I am on vacation! But now I hurt so bad there is no hope of pleasure!" I brushed her blond straw like bangs back and said: "Be patient! I'll be back."

I went to the master bath room, got the KY and the large volume bag. I changed my clothes from work and put on a t-shirt and soft cotton shorts. Taking a t-shirt from my drawer, I returned to the guest room and handed the t-shirt to Anne and said: "Slip into this while I get a warm rinse enema ready for you. When I returned with the bulging bag of tepid water, Anne was on her side waiting for me. I carefully lubricated the white plastic douche nozzle that had been in Barb so many times and prepared to put it in Anne. I was amazed the blond wig was still on but I was enjoying our game too much to comment on it.

After slowly inserting the nozzle and starting the flow I asked: "What did you plan to do with the toys you brought?" "Well, I was in hopes of being someone's naughty slave. I would like to be tied up, tortured and teased. I was in hopes that Barb was going to be here and you would be playing golf." That may or may not have been my cue but in the spirit of "carpe deum" I seized the moment and said: "Well I was in hopes she was going to be here too! We had this wonderful weekend planed." I bent over and putting my face suggestively close to Anne's face, I said: "If you are interested and promise never to tell Barb, this could be our weekend."

Before she could answer, the water had swelled into Anne's descending colon to the point of causing her first serious cramp. A long, low: "Mmmmm!" escaped her lips and she instinctively moved onto her back. I lowered the bag a bit and began to massage her tummy and the cramp passed. I reopened the small case and took out the box with the magic egg. The photo on the box showed a lovely naked model partially reclined with a look of preorgasmic ecstasy on her face as she held the control just above her thigh. I placed it back in the case and picked up the clamps. By now I was so ready to release my pent up cum, I could have exploded.; I wasn't the only one. Anne was feeling her own limits being reached as well.

"Don, I am very full! I don't think I can take more!" Then with a grimace she intoned, "Please stop it! Let me release the enema." I looked at her toes bent tightly down and her leg muscles tensed and I stopped the flow. I slid the nozzle out and said: "So what will it be Anne? Is it you and me this weekend or are you headed back to the bus station?"

She tried to get up and I put my hand on her chest and held her down. "Tell me and I will let you up." With a look of urgency she whispered: "You can do anything to me. Just let me get up." I released her from my hold and listened as she exploded in torrents of brown water. This was proving to be a bigger adventure than either of us had envisioned. When she finally returned I had the ropes tied to the bedposts and she took her position. As I tied her ankles and wrists she asked: "What have I done to deserve this?" "Well, young lady for starters, you have failed to keep your body healthy. Any slave should be able to keep herself regulated."

As I took the nipple clamps, out of their package, I noticed her nipples getting harder. I drew increasingly smaller circles in her skin until I was sliding the metal over her nipple. Then I opened the clamp, placed it over her nipple and began to slowly, ever so slowly, tighten the clamp. We were novices with the clamps but quick learners. Finally, she bit her lip, moaned and gasped. I began to apply the second clamp in a like manner and she responded in a similar fashion. I bent and flicked the bright red and swollen nipples with my tongue and she jumped and cried out in that strange mix of pain and pleasure.

Then I took the smallest plug and applied KY to it and inserted it slowly. Then it was time for the egg to be pressed into action. To my fingers, the inside of her vagina was soft and wet. Very wet! Convinced the egg was on her spot, I pressed the "on" button and Anne gave a little jerk and softly sighed. I sped up the egg's vibrations ever so slightly and she began to twist her pelvis. I knew her clit needed to be touched. I knew it was screaming for anything to touch it and release the pent up energy.

"Anne, you are to be punished for your irresponsible behavior. While you lay here, I am going to take an enema. When I am done, you will have served your sentence and I will free you. I moved to the bathroom, filled the bag half full and inserted the nozzle. I returned to her bed and holding the bag high, I unclipped the hose and began to accept the flow, all the while, Anne was writhing in ecstasy, just on the edge. I kept turning off the flow and rubbing my tummy as if I were dying from cramps. Finally, the bag was empty and I bent and kissed her hard clit and she shuddered and on the third long stroke of my tongue, Anne came. After she was done, I moved to the bathroom and released.

I untied her, leaving the egg and plug in place. As I removed the nipple clamps I suggested she needed some soothing ointment on the now tender breasts and nipples. It only took a few strokes and I shot my cum all over the firm white globes and the engorged throbbing nipples. I softly rubbed the thick white cum into her skin and then bent and removed the excess with my tongue. I had never done this before. But I had never been with Anne before either. When I was finished, I said: "Is Anne feeling better?" "Oh, yes! God YES!" "Good! We only have a few hours till Barb returns. I want you to fuck me, Anne. Your choice of what you do."