We arrive at our motel cabin after our long walk from the restaurant where we
met. I deliberately picked out both places, about three miles apart in a
part of town that has relatively little foot traffic. I wanted us first to
meet and get acquainted in public, while eating a light dinner. And then
during our walk, we would have a reasonably private space to talk while still
being in public. I thought it would be unlikely that we would be overheard
or eavesdropped upon while walking; I know that is a concern of yours. You
are understandably very nervous about all this, since this is your first time
with a master.
During our long talk, I asked you about your limits. I spoke in very
specific and frank language, asking you about the various parts of your body
that I'm interested in, seeking to know how you feel about my plans for you.
You expressed some fear and squeamishness in a few areas, and I promised to
respect these limits, and not approach them. I'm an experienced Master,
and
I know that a Subordinate's first time is not the time for testing limits.
If this first session goes well, if we form an ongoing Dom-Sub relationship,
then I _will_ be testing your limits at some future date. But not tonight.
There will be action enough tonight as it is.
Right now, at the end of our walk, you seem less nervous; the talk about
limits has reassured you and has, I think, helped you to come to trust me.
You know that you will be expected to submit your body to me. Merely that
submission will be a huge step for you, a great leap of trust. I value
that
trust very highly, and thus I will be very sensitive to your needs and
feelings at every moment, and not do anything that you can't handle. I
will
introduce you to the mysterious world that is the mix of pleasure and pain
and submission. You are ready to be introduced.
***
I have already checked into the motel; I lead you now to the door of our
cabin. I instruct you that, as soon as the door closes behind us, from
that
moment on, you are owned by me. From then on, you will be required to do
EVERYTHING I tell you to do. I ask you again to tell me that you are
willing
to submit yourself to me in this way. You are becoming somewhat nervous
again, but you agree.
I open the door, and stand aside for you to enter. I follow you in, and
close and lock the door.
I lean over and turn on the air conditioner's fan. I want the air in here
to
be moving -- for later, when you're naked. Feeling a breeze playing over
your body will make you that much more conscious of your nakedness.
You look at me nervously, but you do not speak. Good. You are
waiting for
me to begin. I approach you, and start my inspection at your head.
"Open
wide and say 'Ahh'" I shine my ENT exam light into your mouth, into your
ears and nose. "Follow my finger with your eyes." I test the
reaction time
of your pupils with the light. I feel your head and neck for soft, swollen
or sore spots.
"Remove all your clothes except your bra and panties," I direct. You
startle
a little at this, but you begin, clumsily, to comply. You start to turn
away
from me to remove your clothes, but I direct you to face me as you strip.
As
your clothes come off, I walk around you, watching the shape and movement of
your body. I see that you are, indeed, a fat woman. Not that the
clothes
could hide your size, but they did cover and smooth out the bulges that are
now appearing. Much of your extra weight is in your belly, and another lot
of it is in your hips and ass and thighs.
You now straighten up and face me, your clothes draped over the motel chair.
"Put your clothes in the gym bag over there," is my next command. You have
made a mistake in complying with my first order, and as soon as you have
completed my second, I call you on it. "What did I tell you to do?"
"Put my clothes in the bag?" you tentatively reply.
"No, before that."
"Take off everything but my ..." your voice trails off as you realize you
are also still wearing your socks. "... bra and panties."
I simply look pointedly at you until you bend to remove the socks, and take
them over to the bag. You look at me uneasily after closing the bag.
"Come back and stand over here." You obey. I sigh a little, not
quite sure
yet how severe to be. I decide to go with the Dom persona -- to indicate
that I'm displeased, but of course leave my options still open. "My very
first order to you, and you failed to complete it properly. Expect a
punishment for that later on." I see you gasp, and your face reddens.
Your
breasts rise and fall with your quickening breath.
I turn to my duffel bag and remove my stethoscope. I listen to your heart
and your breathing, from both your chest and back, and I listen to the
rumblings from your stomach and belly. "When did you shit last?" I
ask,
beginning to inspect your skin, starting with your shoulders and arms.
"Um... um... this morning," you stammer.
"What did you have for breakfast and lunch?" You describe your meals to
me,
and I continue with my examination of your flesh, moving my hands over your
belly, your back and down your thighs. "Well, we'll do an enema series in
a
few minutes," I casually remark, as I examine your lower legs, and have
you
lift each foot so I can examine your toes and plantars. Your body sways a
little.
I straighten up again. "All right. Remove your bra."
This is a defining moment for you. You look like you're about to start
crying -- your lip trembles and you're breathing harder again. After a
deep
breath to settle yourself a little, you close your eyes and reach back to
unhook the garment. You lower the straps from your shoulders, and your
breasts fall free as you pull it away from them. I take the bra from you
and
put it into the bag myself.
I return to stand in front of you. "Open your eyes," I order. "Do
not
detach from what's happening here. I want you to stay present in your body
every moment. It's your body that's what this whole thing is about.
Your
body deserves your attention. Lord knows you've abused it and ignored its
needs for most of your life. Look at the state it's in; look what you've
done to this wonderful gift. Now, today, is the start of a new
relationship
for you and your body. The first thing you can give it is your presence."
You look shocked, and your face and neck redden again. Fine, excellent.
I
want you off balance. I shift my attention to your breasts. I cup a
hand
under each one and heft them. "Wow, your tits are really heavy; they
really
are big and full, aren't they? Your clothes are very concealing of this.
And I guess generally your overall size downplays the size of your breasts.
What size bra do you wear?"
"Forty-four double-D," you reply, and then add after a pause, "... but it
doesn't fit very well. I think I need the next bigger cup size. If
there is
one." You look annoyed as you speak. I ask you what this is about.
"Don't
get me started," you sigh. "The fashion industry. They just have no
clue
about fat women. No clue. Bunch of shitheads."
"Were your boobs 44-double Ds before you got fat?" I wonder. "No, I was
36-D
then," you respond.
"Well, with my help, maybe someday soon you will be 36-D again." I return
to
my close examination of the breasts under discussion. I concentrate first
on
the left one, squeezing and palpitating it, pinching the nipple, rolling it
between my thumb and fingers as it gathers in and hardens. I bend to taste
it, feel its bumps and ridges with my tongue and lips. I suckle and nip
and
lick, observing at the same time that your breathing rate has risen again,
and your heart rate also. I look for any sore or tender spots on your
nipples, or any discharge -- anything that might complicate the plans I have
for them later on. There are no problems that I can see. Again I
make a
passing remark about what's to come tonight. Last time, my comment
included
the provocative word "enema". This time it's "clamps". I observe
with
satisfaction your increasing agitation in reaction.
I repeat my close inspection process on your right boob, and then direct you
to lie down on your back on the bed. I perform a standard breast exam,
palpitating each boob repeatedly in a circular motion ending at its nipple.
Next I have you lie on first one side and then the other; I want to observe
how your tits flop and fall in different positions. Finally I have you
stand
again, and bend over so that your back is horizontal -- so that your boobs
hang straight down from your chest. I just love big danglin' boobs.
Yours
are quite wonderful, and I tell you so as I play with them for a little bit,
sitting on the floor beneath them. I slap them gently back and forth to
set
them swinging, nuzzle my face in between them and sque-e-e-e-eze, and suckle
at them like a baby lamb at mother's teat.
After not enough (there's never enough) of this fun, I stand up again; back
to business. "It's time for your panties to come off." I look at you
as
again you reach a defining moment. You obey my implied direction, and I
indicate with a gesture that I want you to hand me the panties. I inspect
the crotch, and, not surprisingly, find a considerable amount of moisture
there. I leave you standing there in your nakedness for a moment while I
carry your undergarment into the bathroom and leave it there.
I return, sit down in a chair, and direct you to come stand before me. I
instruct you to place your hands on top of your head and start to turn around
slowly, and not to stop until I tell you to. And I simply feast my eyes on
your naked form for several quiet minutes. My groin warms in response to
the
sight before me. I revel in the knowledge that this body is being
submitted
to me for my dominance, my control. I love the first-timer's first
experience with being totally naked in front of me. It's slowly becoming
more clear to you just what "submission" means. I'm sure my eyes gleam as
I
watch you turning, showing yourself to me.
Your ass is glorious, by the way. It's positively huge! Big round
bouncy
asses are a primary reason why I love Domination over fat women -- their
asses are just so much fun! Turning all that fanny skin to cherry red with
a
good long spanking -- watching it bounce back from each slap, and watching
the cheeks churn as legs kick and hips sway, trying to dissipate the pain,
and trying to avoid the relentless hand or paddle. I love it all!
In white women, the color change is amazing. Their butts go from pale
pink,
to bright pink, to blush red, to deep glowing red. That change is of
course
still there in women of color -- you just have to look a little more closely.
I love all fat women's asses -- whatever color they start out, they're always
a lot redder when I'm done with them! I always have to switch to a paddle
well before I'm done -- all that real estate wears my hand out!
And then, after I've got those huge cheeks glowing red, to spread them apart
and plunge into that tight little asshole with my dick. I'm starting to
anticipate... Your big round ass will try to bounce me away, trying to
protect its secret dark passage, and it will my job to invade your protected
valley, spread your cheeks wide apart by pounding my hips between them, and
storm my way up into your very bowels.
***
Well, I've got to focus again. I was getting a little carried away there.
It's now time for the cleanup phase of our session.
I direct you into the bathroom and have you sit in the bathtub. Shaving
equipment is here; I order you to lean back and raise and separate your legs.
Embarrassed and nervous again, you slowly comply. I love to watch a new
pussy opening to me for the first time.
I want you as naked as possible; no covering, nothing to hide behind. I
alwasy insist on a shaved pussy. I proceed with the shaving, first using a
set of electric haircutting clippers to mow down the long hairs, and then I
cover your pussy with shaving cream and have at it with my safety razor. I
shave you gently but thoroughly, all the way to your anus ring. I then
lovingly and slowly wash your pussy clean with a very soapy washrag and lots
of warm water. I can tell by looking that this is arousing you sexually.
Your pussy lips pinken a little, and no matter how much I wash, your vagina
keeps secreting new juices. Your tiny clitoris looks like it's beginning
to
awaken, too.
After your pussy is rendered clean and hairless, it is time for your enema
series. I direct you to pee, and shit if you can -- I wipe you clean when
you're done -- and then go back out to the bed and lie down on your stomach
with your legs apart. I prepare the first enema -- simple warm water,
slightly soapy -- and hang the bag from a light fixture on the wall. Your
head is raised from the pillow, and you watch my preparations as I bleed the
air from the hose and then reclose the clamp.
I then turn to you and move my focus to your ass cheeks. I leave the enema
hose hanging for now, and with both hands I reach into your crevasse and
spread your globes apart, searching out your rosebud. Your butt cheeks
really are big; I could fit my whole hand into this crevasse with room to
spare. Your butt muscles tighten at first, fighting me, but I warn you to
stop that and relax. My hands crawl deeper and deeper in, and finally find
the bottom. Your bottom.
For several more quiet minutes, I enjoy the view of your asshole. It
pulses
and tightens occasionally, indicating your continued embarrassed
anticipation. Your virgin asshole. You have told me you've never
been
buttfucked. That is going to change soon, and in a big way. You will
soon
be so buttfucked you won't know which way is up. Not just with my dick,
but
with a selection of the interesting toys I have brought with me. But for
now, back to business.
My fingers spread your valley open. I hold you open with one hand and
reach
for the enema nozzle with the other. It requires a lot of hand strength to
keep your firm cheeks from closing over again, even though you are not
fighting me now. You tense up your sphincter muscle as I hold the tip of
the
nozzle against the center of your dark rose.
"Relax your anus," I instruct. "Allow the nozzle to enter." I have
already
spread Vaseline on it, and I push gently but firmly, until it slides past
your sphincter ring and enters your rectum. Your asshole pulses, squeezing
rhythmically on the unfamiliar feel of the invading metal probe.
I have you roll a little bit to one side, and raise one knee up so that you
are not resting right on your belly. I release the clamp on the enema
hose,
and the water starts to fill you. You moan and squirm as you feel the warm
water coursing deep into your bowels. I stop the flow a couple of times to
let you breathe through some cramps, as fecal matter begins to move inside
you. I get out my stethoscope and listen again to your bowels gurgling.
It's really quite amazing. I put the 'scope on you and let you listen for
a
bit.
After about ten minutes, the two-quart bag is empty. Several times you beg
me to stop, thinking you can't hold any more. But I know better; I believe
you could probably hold a gallon. We'll work up to that; for now, two
quarts
at a time will do the job.
I cover you with the blanket, and leave you to hold the enema for another ten
or fifteen minutes, letting it do its work. I leave the cabin for a few
minutes, taking the ice bucket out to fill it. Returning, I add water to
the
ice, starting the preparation for your next enema, which will be a very cold
one.
Next I catch up on housekeeping -- I go into the bathroom and wash your
panties out in the sink. I then take them, and the gym bag containing the
rest of your clothes, your shoes and your purse, and I leave the cabin again.
I'm putting them all into my car, which is well across the parking lot. I
make sure you see me leave with all your things. I want you NAKED,
propertyless, and knowing it.
Eventually, I help you back to the bathroom and to the toilet, where you
release the enema with great relief.
***
I administer your second enema; you moan and squirm more this time, in
reaction to the cold. Your third and last enema is hot water, as hot as I
can stand to put my hand in. The hot in contrast to the cold really makes
you react; nonetheless, I make you take the full amount. After your last
release, I put you into the bathtub again and scrub you head to foot, paying
very close attention again to your pussy, and also this time to your ass
crack and asshole. Then it's back out to the bed, to lie on it crosswise,
on
your back with your legs raised and spread, presenting your pussy for
examination.
With a gloved and well-oiled hand I begin your gynecological exam. I spend
a
lot of time going over your labia, clitoris and vaginal opening. i examine
your petal-like folds, massage and rub your dark pink inner pussy parts.
Next I insert my speculum and spread the walls of your vagina. I shine my
light in, and look at your cervix, your little red donut, the entryway to
your babymaking equipment.
I have a size 13 knitting needle that I have sterilized; I take it out of its
sterile wrapping, lubricate it and slide it into you, pressing the tip
against the center of your cervix until it slides through. You moan as you
feel it pass; to you it feels like a menstrual cramp. Its tip has a
diameter
of about one millimeter -- not sharp of course, but rounded -- and then for
about the next inch, the diameter increases gradually to about one
centimeter. I press it in another millimeter, and then another, twisting
it
to help it move inward, opening your cervix wider. You groan and even
shout
as the cramp gets more severe. I don't force you to accept the whole
thickness, this time. I only spread your cervix to about half a
centimeter.
I'm doing this because I want to make you feel very deeply penetrated. I
want to press it home to you that I own you. Your pussy, yes even your
cervix, is mine to breach whenever I want.
I remove the probe and speculum, and replace them with a thick penis-shaped
vibrating dildo. I press this device into your vagina and turn it on, and
then help you up for a moment. I place a big firm bolster pillow on the
bed,
and direct you to climb back on and lie down, again crosswise on the bed,
with the pillow under your belly, so that your hips and butt are way up in
the air.
The dildo in your cunt makes its presence known as the pillow presses into
your belly. You squirm around a little, trying to find a comfortable
position. While you adjust yourself, I move to the other side of the bed
and
fasten leather cuffs to your wrists, and then tie them with cord to the head
and foot of the bed, stretching your arms out and over your head. I do the
same with two more cuffs on your ankles, pulling your legs apart until you
cry out; then I back off the stretch a little bit, to your relief, and tie
off your legs to the head and foot of the bed also.
You are a lovely sight now: Naked, tied, spread, butt in the air, butt-end
of a buzzing dick-dildo sticking out from between your hairless pussy lips.
I take a few moments to enjoy the view.
But there's still a small problem. Even with your legs spread, your big
round butt cheeks still stay nearly closed, still hiding and protecting your
asshole. Easily solved; duct tape is marvelously versatile stuff. I
stick a
strip of tape to each cheek, starting down in your valley a little distance
from your anus, an inch or so, and running it up the skin of your crack and
horizontally across your bun, pulling each cheek away from its mate. I
stick
the other ends of the tape strips to the leather end caps of the pillow.
Now the sight from behind you is simply beautiful. You can't move, your
ass
is up in the air and your cheeks are spread wide, offering me your sweet
little virgin rosebud.
I sit down on the bed between your legs. I reach out and take hold of the
dildo and slowly slide it out of your pussy. I want your attention focused
solely on your asshole now, no distractions. But I can't resist fucking
your
cunt a few times with the still-buzzing device as I remove it.
***
I slip on clean gloves, grease my index finger liberally, and begin your
rectal examination.
