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Two-Faced Bitch: William's Rough Rider NSFW

January 31, 2018

William could hear water running as he floated in a semi-trance, slipping back and forth between a sweet dream and a memory of the things he and Lisa had done the night before.   He loved that time of morning, and he liked to prolong it whenever he could, so he stayed in bed with his eyes closed, drifting, listening to the shower, and imagining her body and the pleasure it had given him.  Last night, Lisa had finally let him put his cock in her ass, and he could still see her looking back over her shoulder as he pushed it past her lubricated sphincter.  "Please be gentle.  Please don't stop."  William was gentle, he didn't stop, and she loved it, as he knew she would since the first time he'd touched her there.   

 

He heard the shower stop, and after a few minutes, his lover came softly into the bedroom.  William pretended to be asleep, eyes nearly closed in the half-light.  Lisa watched him for a few seconds, and then very quietly opened the drawer reserved for their erotic toy collection and started filling the small gym bag they kept there.

 

William stayed in bed, playing dead, waiting to see what she had in mind.  After a few minutes, she left with the bag, and soon he could hear her movements in the next bedroom.  She crept across the hall to the guest bathroom, and he could hear cabinets opening and closing and more water running.  At this point, it was clear that Lisa was working  on something, and William was hoping that it would be a surprise for him.  Lisa returned to the bedroom and went back to the toy drawer.  She took out the ankle and wrist cuffs and set them on the dresser, along with the leather D-Ring  belt they used in their bondage games.  Then she came over to the bed and his face and lips, and when her tongue went into his mouth he came to life, kissing her back and reaching out to pull her into bed.

 

"Not so fast," she teased.  "I've got other plans for  you."  She knelt by the bed and took his cock into her mouth for a few minutes, just long enough to bring it to life.  Then she stood up, retrieved the cuffs and the belt, and brought them over to the bedside.  "Sit up and put these on."  Her tone was firm, but  flirtatious.  She seemed to know that he would comply, and he did.  "I've got a surprise for you in the next room.  Are you curious?" 
 
William smiled and nodded.   "If you want it, you'll have to work for it," she teased, and she clipped his wrists to the belt with a couple of snap-hooks and pushed him back on the bed.  Lisa opened her robe and dropped it to the floor.  Her petite breasts stood out firm and proud, nipples erect.  As she stood next to the bed, feet apart, William could see the coral edges of her swollen labia peeking through her closely cropped bush.  He knew what the price of his curiosity would be.  She took his cock in one hand and stroked it for a few minutes while she massaged herself with the other.  Then she climbed up on the bed, straddled his head, and settled down on his face like a hen tending her eggs.  "You know what I like, now do it," she commanded.  William went to work on her, using his tongue and lips to separate her folds and probe the opening to her vagina, before locking in on her clitoris.   He  trapped it between his lips and lashed it with his tongue until she came forcefully.

 

Lisa climbed off, kissed William deeply, and licked her come from his lips.  "Mmmm.  I taste good, don't I?"  William nodded his agreement.  "Now, it's time for your surprise."  Lisa went  back to the toy drawer, retrieved a blindfold, and tied it around his head.  She instructed him stand up, and then, with a firm grip on his cock, she led him down the hall to the guest bedroom.


"Sit back on the bed.  I want you in position before you see what's in store for you."  She pushed him back  to the bed and sat him down, then released his wrists  from the snap-hooks. "Now lay down and put your arms over your head. "

 

This was really getting interesting.  Before today, William had always been the dominant one in the games they played, but Lisa was really taking to the role, and William made up his mind to help her along.  He stretched out as directed, and felt Lisa clip his wrists together and secure them to the headboard.  Next he felt his right ankle pulled upward and outward and secured, dangling a couple of feet in the air.  Then the other ankle followed suit.  Lisa worked quickly and without a word.

 

"Here, baby boy.  This will make you more comfortable," she cooed,  as she pushed a pillow under his ass.  It did help support him and he thanked her, addressing her as "Mistress." William could feel himself starting to slide into the submissive role, and it surprised him a  little, but he had gone this far, and decided to keep playing along.

 

"Now it's time for my baby to see what's in store for him."  Lisa laughed, and she removed the blindfold.  William was stunned by what he saw.  The guest bed was an old four-poster canopy model that had been equipped for bondage.  It had an assortment of rings and eye bolts mounted in strategic places, and Lisa had used them thoughtfully.  William's hands were tied off to the center of the headboard, and his legs were tied to the posts at the foot of the bed with some short cotton ropes from the toy drawer.

 

William had to admire Lisa's handiwork.  She had learned a lot in the months they had been together, but her obvious skill isn't what stunned him.  What really caught his eye was the huge bulging enema bag that she had hung from another eye bolt on the canopy frame. It was centered between his ankles, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it.  A long thick hose with a squeeze-bulb in the middle hung down to the mattress and then curled back up, disappearing into the mouth of the bag, where a thick head of soapsuds was  visible.  "Surprise, lover."  There was a child-like glee in Lisa's voice.  "You fucked my ass last night, now I'm going to fuck yours.  Nothing like a nice, warm enema to get you ready."  William was speechless.

 

He didn't even know that Lisa had an enema bag in the house, let alone one so exotic in appearance, and they had been living together for two months.  She seemed to read his mind.  "There are a few things you don't know about me yet," Lisa said, teasingly.  "I bet you thought that last night was your idea,  didn't you?  Well it wasn't.  I got tired of getting myself ready and waiting for you to make your move, so I steered you a little.  Now, it's your turn."  She smiled broadly and gave the bag a little squeeze.  Steaming soapsuds spilled over the side.  William could feel himself starting to panic.  "This is how the game works," Lisa explained in a matter of fact tone, "I'm going to give you the three quarts in this bag, and once it's is empty, you will have to hold it for ten minutes before you get to let it out.  I will make you work for every drop, and if you stop pleasing me, I will stop the flow until you figure out  what I want.  Remember that the ten-minute clock  doesn't start until the bag is empty, and I've got all day.  After this enema, there will be one more to rinse the soap out of you, and then it will be time for your stretching exercises.  Don't let any water leak out, or I will make you drink what you spill."

 

Lisa paused dramatically to let her speech sink in, then she reached up and withdrew the nozzle from the mouth of the bag.  It was a good six inches long and about an inch in diameter.  She smeared it with KY jelly, and then pushed another finger-full into William 's ass and stroked his prostate.

 

"Don't you dare come," she warned, "or you will really regret it."   Then she took his cock in her mouth and started sucking.  Trapped between her mouth and her finger, poor William couldn't keep still, and soon he was thrusting to the rhythm she set up.  He was almost at the point of no return when she lifted her head from his cock and pushed the nozzle against  his anus.  William impaled himself on it reflexively, and she pushed it home with a twist.  He heard a click, and immediately felt the hot water flooding his bowels.  His poor cock was left twitching in the air as his belly started to swell, and within a minute, he was cramping and begging for mercy.

 

Lisa turned off the flow.  "I've got all day, baby boy," she reminded him.  "How about you?  Wouldn't you like to get this over with?"   She held the nozzle firmly in place as he started to squirm, then she climbed on to the bed and settled herself over his face, with her glistening lips a few inches above his nose.  "Reach for it," she commanded, and William lifted his head, stretched his neck and started licking  her in long, slow strokes. "Perfect," she murmured, "perfect," and he heard that  ominous click again. "Now my ass.  Lick my asshole."

 

William shifted to her puckered little bung and massaged it with the tip of his tongue.  Lisa groaned her approval, leaned forward and reached for the squeeze bulb.  "Let's pump you up a little," she said in a teasing tone, and she gave the bulb a few sharp squeezes.  Each time she did, William felt his cock jump. He was invaded, flooded, pressurized, and really beginning to worry.  William didn't know how he was going to take the whole bag, let alone hold it for ten minutes.  He had only had a few enemas in his life, and they were all unpleasant and explosive.

 

Finally, the bag emptied with a gurgling slurp, and Lisa produced a kitchen timer, which she set for fifteen minutes instead of ten.  "I lied." she said, and then she laughed.

 

"No, please.  I can't hold it.  I know I can't," William whined.

 

"That's okay, baby boy.  I'll help you," she cooed.  "Let's get that nozzle out of you.  Clamp down now, don't lose any water."  She slid it out and William clenched as tightly as he could.  Lisa walked across the room, returning with an inflatable anal plug that he had never seen before, and he was beginning to realize that there was a side to her he had never imagined.  She pushed the plug past his clenched sphincter and gave the pump three healthy pumps.  Suddenly, William felt like he had an orange in his rectum. Lisa tugged on the plug a few times and nodded her approval.  Then she told William to relax and let the enema work.

 

Lisa reset the timer for fifteen minutes and  announced that they would spend the time in a 69, as long as William understood that he was not to come under any circumstances.  He hastily agreed, and she mounted him again.  By this time, Lisa was so wet and open that he lost himself in her scent and her sweetness.   Her mouth and tongue were warm and soft on his cock, but he was able to hold his come and focus on her pleasure.

 

The timer sounded sooner than he expected, but Lisa stayed in place, riding his tongue for several minutes more.   William could feel her about to come, when she stopped, climbed off, and kissed him deeply on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

 

"I want your cock inside me when I come," she murmured, then squatted over him and guided it home.  Lisa gripped his cock powerfully and rode it slowly at first, but they both knew knew she wouldn't last long, and William knew that he wouldn't either, in spite of her warning.  He watched her breasts sway as she slid slowly  up and down, then she leaned forward, gripped his shoulders, and filled his mouth once again with her tongue.  They exploded together in one wrenching orgasm.

 

 

"I told you not to come," Lisa said sternly.  "You  made a mess, and now you'll have to clean it up."  she reached down with one hand and squeezed her lips together as she pulled away from William's limp cock.

 

Once again, she squatted over his face.  "Lick up your come and you can go to the toilet."  She was so wet that he didn't know where to start, but he sucked every drop out of her and licked her lips clean.  Lisa released his wrists, one at a time, and clipped them to his belt.  Then she lowered William's legs, escorted him to the bathroom, and sat him on the toilet.  She deflated the plug and the water poured out of his bowels.

 

To add to his embarrassment, she stayed in the bathroom with while he emptied, commenting on the odor, flushing the toilet from time to time, and preparing his next  enema.  She filled a clear glass pitcher with tap water, then poured in a small cup of powder that she had already prepared.  After stirring vigorously for a few minutes, the powder was dissolved and the liquid was clear again.  "This time you will take two quarts of cool water with a little baking soda to kill the soap.  I think you'll find it very soothing," she said in her best clinical tone.

 

How does she know this stuff? William wondered.  After a good half-hour on the toilet, she stood him in the shower and rinsed  him off.  Then  she rubbed him down with a fresh fluffy towel and led him back to the guestroom where his next enema was waiting.   The pitcher was on a small table at the foot of the  bed.  Next to it was the largest bulb syringe William had ever seen.  It had to be five or six inches in diameter with a fat fluted nozzle about eight inches long.  Lisa instructed him to kneel on the bed with his knees apart and to lean forward until his chest was on the mattress.  With his wrists still clipped to the  belt, Lisa commanded William to reach back, spread  his cheeks, and receive his enema.

 

William had a perfect view of the proceedings in the dressing mirror on top of the bureau to his right, and that scene in the mirror, along with his willing participation in it, filled him with a sense of humiliation.  He had gone way beyond "going along," and he realized that he had finally embraced the role of "submissive" in spite of himself.  That realization shamed him, and at the same time, it charged him with erotic energy.  Lisa caught him looking in the mirror, and she made the most of it, "Watch everything I do," she commanded, and she walked around behind him to the  foot of the bed.  She filled the syringe noisily and lubricated the fat nozzle with a flourish.  William followed every move, waiting nervously for her touch.  "Ass up!  Arch your back," she barked, and he complied.  With one hand on the small of his back, she wiped the nozzle against his anus, then opened him with it and pushed it all the way in.

 

Squeezing with both hands, she emptied the syringe in a couple of seconds. As the cool water surged into him, William's cock flared to attention.  Lisa took notice.  "My baby boy likes his enemas," she teased, and she fucked him with the nozzle for a few strokes before refilling the syringe and pushing it back inside.  William was starting to enjoy the odd sensations she was generating, even the pressure of the enema.  It took six full bulbs to empty the pitcher, and Lisa took her time administering them.  By the time she was done, his anus and prostate were highly sensitized.  When William heard the buzz of the vibrator, he knew that he was in even deeper trouble than he had imagined.

 

"You're going to love this," Lisa teased, as she displayed the vibrator in the mirror.  It was made of white plastic, long and slender, with a smooth surface.  It looked more like a medical appliance than a sex toy.  Lisa set it on a low speed and started massaging his anus.  William was desperately trying to hold the enema, but at the same time, he really wanted to make room for the buzzing invader in Lisa's hand.  It took a few minutes to find the right balance of tension and relaxation, but Lisa was patient and persistent, and soon, his prostate and anus were tingling.  William was on the edge of an uncontrollable orgasm when Lisa turned the speed up and started fucking his ass vigorously.  He could not hold back, and he sprayed his come on the bed.  "Bad boy!" she scolded.  "Now lick it up.  Now!"  

 

She held the vibrator firmly in his ass while he crawled backwards and lowered his head to lick his come from the sheets.  After a few minutes of trying, Lisa gave him a swat on the ass and told him to go to the toilet.  Holding the vibrator in place, she followed him into the bathroom, sat him down and released the water.  This time, he emptied out more readily, almost in one continuous flow.

 

 Mercifully, she left the bathroom while he drained, and she made him wait on the toilet for a while to be sure that he was empty.  After another shower and another towel drying, Lisa pronounced him "fuckable," and led him back to the bedroom.  While William was in the bathroom, Lisa had been redecorating the bedroom.  The room was lit with about twenty candles, and she had incense burning and Ravi Shankar playing on the stereo, very romantic in a Middle Eastern sort of way.  She sat William on the bed and knelt down in front of him.

 

"Ready?"

 

"Just remember that it's my first time."  

 

She smiled and kissed him, and then she released his wrists.  They stood and embraced, kissing deeply and caressing each other.  William could see that it was his turn to flirt and tease and open himself up to her, to finally give her complete control over his body.  He was at once relieved, apprehensive, expectant, resigned, and a little bit ashamed.  
 

What would she do next?