The Opening Night (Part 2)

If you haven't read part 1....

Mistress' fingers poke and prod in all different directions, opening me up and getting me used to having something in my ass. Sliding in and out slowly, the tight grip of my virgin ring keeps her from getting too forceful without causing quite a bit of pain... Even the current deliberate pace causes some... although its quite erotic to me. The numbing lubricant she applied keeps it from stinging and burning too much.

As soon as I start getting severely turned on and into it - my face fully flushed as red as my recently spanked ass, breathing heavy, and some sweat beading on my brow - she removes her fingers which elicits a wanting, whimpering moan from my lips and some strong push-back from my hips. A spank meets my ass as she allows me to bask in that sultry voice, hot and soothing as a sauna, "Ooooh! The dirty baby boy can't get enough! Yeah, I'll turn your virgin ass into a pussy, yet. Just you wait and see." My heart stops in place, upon her completion of those words, I know I'll get what I'd waited for and wanted for so long: to give her my virginity. I bite my bottom lip to keep the tears from flowing right there... one still manages to sneak out and roll down my nose, dropping down onto the bed.

"Yes, Mistress. I can't wait..." My speech is broken and husky and all her treatment makes me ache with desire - my member throbs and quite a little mess of pre-cum builds up on the bed. I'm wiggling my hips all around, missing Mistress' fingers, wanting them to return oh-so-bad. Instead of feeling fingers, my previously poor lonely pucker feels a foreign intruder prod and push against it - the nozzle to the enema - the larger, longer douche nozzle.

It causes me to jump and squirm, her expert touch brings back goosebumps and makes every hair on my body stand on end electrified. She slides the nozzle in and out, fucking me with it while rubbing and kissing my back and she mixes in pinches and bites to keep me on my toes. Before long she decides she has the nozzle and me right where she wants us (the nozzle inserted deeeeep inside me) and turns her hands' attention to my belly and her equipment. She leans in to whisper in my ear, "Take a deep breath, baby boy..."

I coo a, "Yes, Mistress," prior to a long moaning exhalation. I feel warm flowing water flush into me and Mistress' pristine, pampering palms knead my belly, placating any and all cramping. In addition to her massaging hands, she whispers pleasantries, sweet-nothings, and praise all along... for example, "Ooh, you're doing so well, baby boy," "You're so full," or "Mama's so proud of you." The combination of everything - the warmth inside my belly, the warmth her hands cause outside my belly, her soothing voice's warmth, her body's warmth... is just so calming and relaxing. No massage parlor, meditation guru, or yoga class can compete for comfort and stress reduction with my Mistress.

Before I know it the first third of 2 quarts slightly soapy solution sloshes around inside me and she stops the flow. "Roll over onto your belly for Mama, baby boy," she gives my hip a light, encouraging pat as she speaks. I roll over and she props up my waist with some pillows underneath so my eager rump rises high. The position gets me so hot and bothered, but before my hips have a chance to really wiggle, the water's rushing into me again and I let out a moan of pleasure and desire.

"Aww, what a good boy... Take a deep breath," her voice is so soft, almost supple and my heart starts welling up in my chest. My Mistress, though able to be quite strict and sadistic, has such caring and gentle moments, too. I feel so lucky to be hers and my eyes start tearing up, remembering past experiences and how wonderfully different she is from everyone I'd ever met my entire life. Sometimes it feels as if we were brought together by some supernatural force and this is one of those times.

I can feel my gut distending and I groan, "Unnghh... getting kind of crampy, Mistress."

"Crabby? You're always crabby, 'cause you're a naughty baby boy who needs my firm hand to guide him! I'll put you to sleep soon if you're so crabby..."

"Not crabby, Mistress! Crampy... like my belly is all bloated." I smirk and try not to chuckle for fear that I might make a mess if I move my tummy muscles wrong, she never ceases to make me laugh even at the oddest moments. She reaches underneath me and begins massaging me again, I soon feel strange gurglings in my belly as water gushes deeper into my colon.

Involuntarily I wriggle my rump around again and she chomps my cheek, leaving red rows of teeth imprints. It makes me whimper, but she kisses and rubs it afterwards, this is one of the most gentle experiences I've had with her. Before long, the flow stops again and she instructs me to roll onto my back with warm praise. I can feel the water settling into different positions and groan as she tells me to take another deep breath. I obey. On the exhale, more water flows into me.

"Oh you're doing so good, my baby boy!" I smile up at her all teary-eyed from how deeply I feel for her. I nod, thank her, and squirm around... it's filling me up and causing distension, I feel bigger than ever before. "Ungh... it's so big, Mistress... I'm so bloated... My belly... it's so big..."

"No, baby boy... no no no. It just feels that way, it looks fine it's only a little swollen, you're taking this great."

"Well you make me happy so I'd do anything to make you as happy as you make me... though I do enjoy it." I really do want to do anything for her, but at the moment all I can really do is wiggle around. After we exchange some light pleasant talk I feel and hear another gurgle... not only did the water move to a new part of my colon, but it empties out of the bag, too! "You're all done, baby boy! Now you just gotta hold it."

"Oooh... I'll try, Mistress."

"Try? No you better fucking hold it, I don't want a single drop on this bed. There will be no messes, hear me?!"

"Yes, Mistress... Sorry Mistress."

She climbs into the bed with me and starts snuggling again, kissing here... biting there... all the while rubbing and kneading my belly to try and aid the bloating. The first few minutes are a breeze and I cuddle back enthusiastically, but after around 5 minutes I start getting less peppy. The urgency increases and it feels like I have to go - NOW! My face twists into a grimace and the whining whimpers start back up, but are soon cut short as Mistress squeezes my cheeks in her hand, "HOLD IT! Or I'll shove a balloon up there!"

Her threat makes my eyes bulge out and I start clenching my butt as hard as possible. The next few moments I'm all but oblivious to her manipulations, concentrating with all my effort on keeping that hot soapy water inside me. Before long, she allows me to release and I waddle to the bathroom... so relieving. I clean myself up and strut back... but if given a DUI test at this moment I would fail I'm so light-headed.

I plop back down on the bed and rest for a moment before we repeat the whole process with a smaller, much easier rinse cycle, by the end of which I'm almost falling asleep I'm so relaxed. After the rinse, Mistress begins kissing me fervently, her hands working on my body with renewed ferocity. As she speaks, there is a hunger in her voice and she spanks my ass. The spank turns into a squeeze upon making contact, "Can you guess what's coming next, my little slutboy?" With a nervous look on my face I gulp audibly in my throat and nod my head. "Y-yeah... I think... I think you're not going to keep me a virgin much longer, are you, Mistress?" Her lips slide into her most sultry, seductive smile and she says, "Yeah... I'm claiming you as my bend over boyfriend, baby boy. It's opening night... time to spread the curtain!"


(End of part 2, but work in progress - changing tense from past to present. Part 3 coming soon!)

The Opening Night (Part 1)

Things were great with my Mistress this past week... I made surprisingly few fuck-ups and she seems genuinely pleased with her pet's performance. I'm happy, more than words can express. Our love affair seems like it can't possibly get any better, although it has a constant tendency to always get better, but everything's just so perfect (been walking on air all day) that I think I can't be happier.

I soon realize I'm wrong - she strikes me like lightning again - taken completely by storm. I meet her in the late evening; she invites me in and I greet her groveling on my knees at her feet and giving them kisses, wondering what form her training will take tonight. She looks gorgeous as ever, but also determined... like she has a specific plan in mind.

"Get up little foo-foo dog, I've got a bone for you tonight!" I respond with a typical excited, "Thank you, Mistress," while she pulls me by the hair (not too fierce or angrily but so I can feel it) as if guiding me with a leash, to her bedroom. I can't keep my lips from grinning or my head from spinning since I'm so excited about what's about to happen and curious at the same time, who knows what she has in mind?

Upon entering the room I saw a comforting, pleasant, and romantic scene. In the candle-light I see an enema bag set up and some lube by the bed... which is made up and decked out with red soft sheets. She leads me to the bed and instructs me to lay on my side with my outside knee raised and she joins me while we slip into our own sort of foreplay. She tugs my hair, kisses and bites all over, some spanks here and there. Nothing too fierce, just little electric and erotic touches to drive me wild, get me wiggling, and send shivers down my spine.

Her every action invokes a reaction, whether a soft coo, a squeal and squirm, or a breathy moan. Her meticulous molestation soon hones its attention in on my posterior... the massaging, biting, kneading, and beating (not brutal, some spanks to redden up my rear) get me so hot - I'm rock hard and rearing to go.

Then those gentle hands ease my cheeks apart and start teasing and toying with my hole, just tickling around it and skirting softly over it. I can't help myself and start pushing and grinding back against her hands and she gives me a sharp spank to remind me who is in control of everything, including pace. I moan and begin looking back over my shoulder to try and see what she is planning. As soon as I get a glance in my cheek, this time the facial one, is met with a similar slap and she stops what she is doing to get up and walk away. Still laying on the bed, I become distraught. "I'm sorry, Mistress... please. I won't look again, I promise!" She returns with a quickness and various fetish gear in tow. "You're damn right you won't, but I don't trust you dirty little slut-boy so I'm going to cuff and blindfold you," she applies the restraints, locking my hands in place behind my back ensuring I won't catch sight of her preparations.

I thank Mistress for her kindness, guidance, and training and apologize for being such a dirty boy while trying to figure out by the strange noises what she's setting up. Before all the words escape my lips I feel her applying slick lubricant to my ass and her finger slips inside; my sentence stops dead in its tracks, cut short by a moan. Although I can't see it, she is smiling down at me while gently probing my ass. First one finger, then another and I become jelly in her hands.

Her sweet voice sings out, coaxing me along, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Moaning like a slutty little schoolgirl I answer, "Yes, Mistress... I love it, your touch is exquisite."

"What do you want me to do to you, bitch boy?"

"Please, Mistress... give me an enema? I want it so bad... please caress me and tease me and bite me while you fill me with warm water, cleaning me out... I need it, Mistress... I need you to control me, to let me submit to you completely and fully all of me... I want you to own every last part of my body and have control over everything."

"Yes... I do own you completely, Boychik. And you will submit to me."


(To be continued...)