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Chapter 6
My mind swirled; there was a loud buzzing in my ears. No wonder her old man acted hinky around me. I'm half again his size in stature, by now his dick has been worn down to a nub. His wife hovers around me like a hummingbird around a blossom. Had Ally told her this? Does she know all this?
“Cynthia. Did Ally tell you all this? Does she know?” I asked. She blushed and looked away.
“No. I have to confess something and you have to understand the gravity of what I have done. Her parents came to see me at my request. They told me these things. She doesn't know. But since they didn't sign a release I shouldn't have told you. If you mention any of this I can lose my license; maybe much worse. But I thought it would give you some valuable insight. Both to her background as well as options for the two of you.” She looked at me, her upper lip quivering. She looked away. “Please. You can't tell anyone. Please?”
“Of course. I understand. I deal with client confidentiality everyday. This is a very private matter.” I thought for a moment. “But I'm not comfortable with the idea of whoring Ally out; or for that matter finding a bunch of guys that I can babysit while they fuck my wife. Excuse me. It's sort of...stressful thinking about the options.”
“I understand. And it's not the first time I've heard the language. You should talk to someone with Tourette's syndrome.” She smiled, relieved. “Some of them could teach a sailor a new vocabulary.” She paused. “But you mentioned something different. You said that intensity is also important. What do you mean by that?”
“It's a bit hard to describe...but I think that she is becoming a masochist.” Cynthia's eyes narrowed and she looked intently at me.
“Explain. Please.” She said tersely.
“We set up a little...well, I guess you could call it a play room or 'fungeon' if you will; a room we can carry through with the Master/submissive thing you suggested. I tie her up, maybe stretch her some; we've bought some crops and a cane or two. I found a couple of smaller whips. She likes gags; they make her drool and she can't speak very well through them. Cock gags are her favorite.” As I was describing this I realized that some of the very things that we had been doing weren't necessarily helping the situation.
“Cock gags?” She asked.
“Yeah. I just realized that having her tied up with a rubber cock in her mouth while she moans and drools might not be helping us find a solution.” The Doc shook her head in the negative fashion.
“It adds to the humiliation factor. Go on.”
“She doesn't seem to have a very high pain tolerance; at least not at first. Either her pain tolerance elevates as she gets excited or her endorphins kick in pretty early. I have to be careful. I don't want to damage her...hell for that matter I don't really want to hurt her, but to her it doesn't hurt. I can't leave any marks that might show. I'll be arrested for spousal abuse. Of course you can write me a prescription and call it therapy.” I grinned at her.
“Yes. But then you would have to find a registered sex therapist to administer the therapy. I don't think you're licensed for that.” She said. I frowned. “But she won't press charges since she wants you to do it. I agree, though that you need to be careful about leaving marks. Especially during swimsuit season.”
“Considering what she wears for a bathing suit, I won't be able to do anything. Some of the ways we've had sex leaves curious marks. Maybe I can get her a burqua.” Cynthia laughed at that.
“Good luck with that one. She likes to show off. And she has a lot to show off.”
“Don't I know it. When we go to the beach the glare from binocular lenses is as bad as the glare from the ocean.” I said, not quite smiling. “What do I do, Doc?”
“Right now, I think the best thing you can do is to examine all your different activities with the recognition of how they affect her. Does what you're about to do ultimately lead to turning her on even more; or help to satisfy her so you can finish? This is not going to be easy. You've married the ultimate sexdoll. Controlling her will be a challenge.” Tell me about it.
Chapter 7
We discussed various ideas, the major one being to analyze each of our activities before we start; asking “will this ultimately increase or decrease the desire?” The first thing to go is her morning begging for my cock. Shit. Probably the single best consequence of her addiction; gone.
She surmised that Ally's 18 month period of celibacy followed by our honeymoon – which consisted of sex all day plus most of the night with breaks for meals and bathroom and little else – was what likely lit the bonfire of her addiction. Since the activities hardly slowed down once we returned, we've just been tossing gasoline onto an already raging inferno. The plan was then to satisfy her longings as quickly as possible and to distract her from all things libidinous for as long as possible. Simple plan. One question – how?
Since everything we had done seemed to increase her desire, what do we do to reduce it? Ally and I couldn't really discuss it together, just talking about it turns her on. For me the whole concept was beyond bizarre. I love Ally completely; she's everything I could ever hope for in a wife; gorgeous, intelligent, fun, everything...except...she needs sex too much. This is obviously proof that God has a sense of humor. And the joke's on me.
I had to think of things that would be very intense, safe, stimulating enough for her to get off, while still affording me a respite from my sexual urges as well. I obtained a few accessories and began the first procedure.
“Hello, love.” Ally said as she came into the kitchen. “How was your day?”
“Interesting.” I answered. “And yours?” She sighed.
“Loong. Tiring. I could hardly wait to get home to you, lover.”
“Well, find yourself a beverage and relax for a few seconds, then I've got a surprise for you.” Her eyes lit up.
“A surprise? What is it?” She almost bounced.
“A surprise is something you don't know...and I'm not telling you until you get it. Now get settled in.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“That' ll work, too.” I told her.
She fixed a drink and changed into shorts and a tee shirt and came into the den, where she found me with some odd paraphernalia.
“Sit in the chair and put your drink where you can find it without looking.” I told her. She looked at me quizzically, but complied. Once she was settled I placed a blindfold over her eyes.
“Can you see anything?” I asked. She moved her head around, searching for daylight.
“Nope.” She said, shaking her head.
“Good.” I finished getting my stuff together. While rambling around a local thrift shop I found a few items that provided inspiration. First was a bedside commode; used for people who are unable to use a conventional toilet. The other was an iv stand; a telescoping pole on wheels with 2 pigtail hangers on a crossbar at the top. A quick trip to a local durable medical products shop allowed me to finish my shopping. I picked up a 2 quart enema bag and inflatable double bulb retention enema nozzle. Once Ally was seated and sightless I brought out the rest of my purchases and placed them on a piece of plastic sheeting in the middle of the den floor. Our house has privacy, plus the back yard behind the den slopes down, so the effect is that the den is higher above grade than the rest of the house. Three walls of windows gives the effect that we were on display to the world. In reality, unless someone came along with a ladder they would have difficulty seeing everything, but the illusion was of total exposure.
I mixed up an enema with a little soap, glycerin and a quart of hot water. The telescoping iv stand provided the third part of the enema giver's creed: High, hot, and a hell of a lot! The double bulb would insure that any discomfort that the enema provided would be enjoyed until I deemed the fun to be over. I had already made a little harness to make the reverse prayer position quicker to achieve. A remote controlled insertable egg vibrator plus a strap-on butterfly vibrator made sure that she had plenty of front end stimulation. I had modified the commode to hold a 5 gallon bucket rather than the little bowl that it came with. She would have to clean up the mess...but not only would the bucket better contain the volume; but since I found a metal one, the echoes of the discharge would intensify the experience.
“Ready?” I asked.
“I don't know. For what?” She answered.
“Your next orgasm.” I replied.
“I guess so. I think.” She shivered as I helped her off the chair and stripped her; then pressed her down into a kneeling position. I strapped her hands behind her back and turned her to face the chair, leaving just enough room for me to slip by and sit down. I inserted the nozzle and inflated first the inner then the outer bladders. Since anal play was one of her favorites, the insertion was no problem, though she squirmed a bit as the bladders expanded. I quickly disrobed and placed 2 cold beers in insulated coozies on the table next to the chair. The tv remote was there as well as the remotes for the vibrators; I had an perfect view of the screen. The egg went in without any resistance; by now the question was: would she keep it in? Or would she squirt across the room with an unexpected contraction? The butterfly was strapped on next; the rest was easy. I held the hose release in my hand as I slipped past her kneeling form and sat down. I pulled her towards me, she scooted a few inches to get closer and figured out what was next. Her mouth opened, my cock went in and the tube was released. She squealed as the first burst of water started to fill her bowels. The tube was large, so she got quite a blast. The intent was to fill her as fast as possible to ramp up the sensations to the discomfortable point quickly.
“Suck it. I want a serious throat fucking.” I growled. Then I relaxed and let a huge grin stretch across my face. I pushed the buttons on the remote and a rather vocal soundtrack from one of our porn flicks filled the room. She was very familiar with it and could follow the action in her mind as she listened to the dialog...such as it was. She did as I instructed; and as I have related before, she's GOOD!
Her beautiful long blonde hair fell across my lap, red highlights gleaming. I pushed a bit of it aside so I could see her lips as they pulled and pushed along the length of my cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her jaw line and throat moved as her tongue did its dance across my flesh. The blindfold hid her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile; I could almost see the sparkle in those glorious green orbs behind the blindfold. I varied the speed of the vibrators, making the butterfly bounce against her clit, the buzzing sounds rising and falling with each touch of a button. Between the heat of the enema and the effort she was putting in, the hair at her temples began to darken, moisture standing on her forehead as well as the bridge of her nose. She started to gasp as her belly filled. The space for her breaths diminished with the pressure against her diaphragm. She squirmed and moaned a few times; but never did her mouth stop pleasuring my cock. She slid her mouth all the way down to the base and began swallowing the head. That took some effort on my part to resist blowing down her throat; but she still had a bit of liquid to go. I want her to take the whole thing and then let it stew a few minutes.
Alyson felt Mark lubing her asshole, then something odd was pushed inside, apparently attached to something else. The first squeeze of the inflation bulb startled her, then the fullness began stretching her inside. She had experienced butt plugs and had had an inflatable one used on her as well; she knew to relax and let it grow; resistance was futile. The expansion of the outer bladder surprised her. She had never been exposed to enema play; though she was familiar with it from many website visits and stories she had read. Then she felt her husband sit down in front of her and something long and thin draped across her back. Her hunch was confirmed. Here it comes. Mark directed her head towards his crotch; even blindfolded she knew what to do. She opened her mouth and the delicious head of his cock slid in. She swirled her tongue to catch the first drop of moisture and slowly pushed her head down to feel it in her throat. That was the order; she would follow it to the letter!
The first rush of the enema shocked her. It was HOT! And so much. Enemas are usually delivered with the recipient laying on his or her side to facilitate the liquid in its course into the bowel. With Ally being in a kneeling position, the water had to force itself against both gravity and the bowel. Having the bag suspended high above increases the pressure to insure incursion, but the upright position slowed things down. The water had to fight both the contents of the bowel as well as the bowel itself. The twists and turns of the bowel, lying upon itself, meant that the water had to float the contents as it swelled the walls containing it; seeping upward forcing any gas present to retreat towards the stomach. The duodenum sphincter resists the backward flow, thus trapping the contents and adding to the discomfort. Which was exactly the intent.
Alyson sucked on the cock, pushing and pulling her head, orally fucking her husband. She squirmed back a few inches and let more of her weight rest against the shaft sticking down her throat. She had conquered her gag reflex years before and knew how to relax and breathe through her nose. A larger cock, like the one currently invading her mouth, however, could apply enough pressure and length to prevent any airflow at all.
While Cynthia had rightfully castigated her for allowing her erstwhile boyfriend, i.e. fuck buddy, to almost strangle her; the feelings of helplessness; the pressure on her throat and face, the feelings of her eyes trying to escape from her skull and the ringing of her ears had truly been spectacular!
Ally pushed her lips down to the end and held her neck straight, placing more of her weight on her throat. The 9 inch cock was long enough to cut off her air supply, balancing on the cock sticking down her throat made it feel like she was strangling on cock. She sucked and swallowed the shaft, stars twinkling across her closed eyelids. She backed off enough to let a little air in through her nose then went back to sucking a suffocating. Glorious! She was raping her own throat and loved it!
The pressure from down below soon made itself known. The heat from the enema and the pressure from strangling caused perspiration to seep out; a few drops making its way down the side of her face. She shifted from side to side as her belly filled, the pressure against her diaphragm making it even harder to get a breath. She went back to simply fucking her own face, her tongue licking the end, then pressing it up against the roof of her mouth; ever mindful to keep her teeth covered with her lips. Her belly was starting to swell and made leaning against the chair unpleasant; which was fine. The experience wasn't supposed to be entirely pleasurable. The cramps began, starting high then working downward. They pressed against the bladders, but to no avail. The cramps were different from the cramping of an orgasm. They didn't feel good; in fact the pains didn't translate into pleasure like say, the pain from a whip. They hurt. The pain intensified the experience and made her concentrate on the vibrations coming from her pussy. First the egg sped up, then down. Then the butterfly tickled her clit almost enough to get her off, then it too, slowed down. She never stopped her feast, occasionally feeling a shudder from the thighs on either side of her shoulders.
At last she felt the thighs tighten and knew what was next. She backed her mouth away slightly and sucked hard and felt the spasm began. The spurts bounced off of the back of her mouth onto her tongue. She rolled it around, bathing the cock with the thick juice as she sucked, feeling as another and yet another spurt joins the first. Finally the tension ceased, as did the spurts. She lathed the cock with her tongue as it swept the prize down into her throat. Hands slowly pushed her head away as she licked every drop from inside of her mouth.
Within 30 minutes the bag was empty and so was I. She, on the other hand, was quite full. I stood and helped her to her feet, vibrators still buzzing along. She was buzzing too, the cramps from the enema really causing her to grimace; not giving her much of a chance to turn them into a pleasurable sensation. Perfect. I led her to the commode and stopped her just in front of it. Her glorious hair fanned out over her back, draping on her arms. The same hands that had helped her to her feet positioned her...somewhere. She heard me say:
“I'm going to remove the nozzle. DO NOT LET IT OUT! UNDERSTAND?”
She just nodded and groaned. She heard the order to hold it and felt the nozzle deflate and had to squeeze hard to prevent the contents from escaping as the nozzle was pulled out. She felt herself being pushed down, down to sit upon something, something open; the realization came that she was on a toilet seat. But she hadn't walked far enough to be in a bathroom.
Then she felt my lips close to her ear as I started to ease the blindfold off and said:
“I want you to imagine that the whole neighbor hood is watching. They are anxiously waiting for you to release. They all have cameras; the men all have erections.”
She opened her eyes and found herself sitting in front of a bank of windows, naked, on a commode with her belly swollen from a large, very uncomfortable enema. She looked around with wide eyes then closed them tightly. I turned both vibrators to high, and leaned over to speak gently into her ear and continued:
“There are two guys in front, one with a HD video camera, and one with a professional DSLR. There is a wireless microphone mounted on the back of the commode feeding the audio back to the video camera. There is also an open space between the seat and the bucket under it. That way they can get an excellent view of the flow when you let it go. Everyone is taking pictures; I can see the flashes going off.” The stars behind her eyelids became the flashes of the cameras on the other side of the windows. “When I tell you to cum I want you to release and cum as well. That way they get a good shot of your orgasm as you dump the contents of your ass. I'm paying them to get these photos and videos. They will be the opening scene from the new web site I'm contracting. It's called Alyson the Enema Queen. NOW CUM!”
With that her eyes flew open; the force from holding then closed so hard bringing more flashes. She could almost see the crowd cheering. She blushed, then paled from a cramp, but couldn't hold it back. The thunder from the liquid hitting the bottom of the empty bucket was enough. As the next abdominal cramp hit she began to shudder. Her eyes rolled back and the cramp seemed to take her whole body. She jerked and her head snapped from side to side. The event seemed to continue for hours, though it was only a few minutes. Finally she was finished; both with the enema and the orgasm. She sat her head lolling, eyes barely open. I stepped behind her and held her to me, supporting her so that she wouldn't accidentally fall out of the chair; and pressed the buttons to turn the vibrators off.
“How was that?” I asked gently.
She looked around and realized that we were alone; the yard empty. The cameras were just a figment of her overactive and overworked imagination.
“You are a mean, mean person.” She smiled up at me. “And I do love you for it!”
That was the quickest orgasm I had ever seen her have, and an especially intense one at that. She got the privilege of cleaning up the commode and enema kit while I put the rest of the stuff away. We spent a rather quiet evening together watching a regular movie without the pressures of libido interfering. A rather successful experiment, I thought. The only drawback was that enemas tend to over clean the bowel, so thus can't be used all that frequently without subsequent digestive issues. But the concept seemed to work. What's next?
Ally agreed with the concept that Cynthia and I discussed; to get her off as quickly as possible. As much as she enjoyed the prolonged sexual bouts we had been having; the distractions of ever increasing desire plus the ever increasing time required made her realize that it couldn't continue indefinitely. Over next two days in the morning and evening we endeavored to simply build her up and get her off as quickly as possible. That was okay, but she had her misgivings.
“I did alright,” She said one evening, speaking about her daily desires several days after the enema experience. “But I'm really getting horny now. I think I need something big every few days to really tone it down. Maybe some time in the playroom tonight?”
“Sure. Don't think too much about 'til then, but I'll be thinking of the best ways to really cool you off a bit later.” I said. She smiled and I gave her a hug, a squeeze and a kiss...but not a deep one. That would have to wait. I cranked up that portion of my brain reserved for sadistic impulses and let it percolate.
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