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I posted an earlier version of this story about a week ago, and then
decided it still needed some work.  So here is the new version.  Part 2 is
on its way.

If the perfect newsgroup for this story existed, it would be called 
alt.sex.bondage.fat.spanking.anal.enemas

Since it doesn't, I'm posting this story in the closest groups I can 
find.

The usual warnings apply if you are under 18 (What are you doing in 
here?!!?  Go do your homework!!) or don't like this sort of thing (same 
question:  What are you doing here?).  Furthermore, the Sub F in this 
story is fat, so if that turns you off, then go away now, cuz I don't 
want to hear from you.



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First Session (part 1)
by Eileen Bodhrain (EBodhrain@aol.com)
Copyright 1997

***

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.  We corresponded in email for a time 
before we decided to meet in person.  You are understandably very nervous 
about all this, since this is your first time with a BDSM 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.  Everything we had already discussed in email, so the topics 
weren't new to you, but I think it was quite important to go over it 
again in person.  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 watch 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 below your 
waist, in your hips and ass and thighs.  You told me during our talk that 
you don't want to be fat, but you haven't been able to motivate yourself 
to lose weight.  This will be an added feature of our Dom-Sub 
relationship, if one does form -- I will provide you the motivation.  

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 sternly 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.  "... underwear," you finish 
lamely, perhaps hoping that socks qualify as underwear.

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 ahead with the Strict 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 at hearing the "E" word.

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 between 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.  Most 
places don't have them any bigger."  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 your body got fat?" I wonder.  

"No, I was 36-D then," you respond.

"No, _you_ were not.  Your _boobs_ were 36-D.  You are not your boobs -- 
you _have_ boobs.  This is part of your new relationship with your body."  
I've decide it's time for me to address the problem of your perception of 
yourself.   "Repeat after me, please:  'I am not my body.  I _have_ a 
body.'"

The shocked look is back.  After a moment, though, understanding glimmers 
onto your face, and you repeat my words, "I am not my body.  I _have_ a 
body."

"'I am not my tits.  I _have_ tits,'" I continue, gripping one in each 
hand.

"I am not my tits.  I _have_ tits," you repeat, wincing as I tighten my 
squeeze.

"'Before my body got fat, my titties were size 36-D.'" 

"Before my body got fat, my titties were size 36-D." 

That'll do for now.  "Well, with my help, maybe your tits will be 36-D 
again one day."  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 nipple, or any 
discharge -- anything that might complicate the plans I have for it and 
its mate later on.  There are no problems that I can see.  Again I make a 
passing remark about what's to come tonight.  My earlier comments 
included the provocative words "punishment" and "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, noting that your 
right areola is somewhat larger in diameter than your left.  Next I 
direct you to lie down on your back on the bed, and I perform a standard 
breast exam, palpitating each boob repeatedly in a spiral pattern ending 
at its nipple.  Now 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, leaning your elbows on the 
motel-room table, so that your back is horizontal.  So that your breasts 
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 (a couple of times, not so gently), nuzzle 
my face in between them and sque-e-e-e-eze, and suckle at them like a 
baby lamb at its 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 underpants 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 to 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 -- 
your 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, trying (in vain of course!) to avoid the relentless 
hand or paddle.   I love it all!  

In white women, the color change is amazing.  Your butts go from pale 
pink, to bright pink, to blush red, to deep glowing red.  That change is 
of course also there in women of color -- one just has 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 long before the target is red enough -- all 
that real estate wears out my hand!    

Administering a spanking, watching and feeling as a fat reddening fanny 
churns and jumps and bounces in my lap, I find that my dick becomes 
swollen to rock-hard fairly quickly ...  

...and so then, after I've got those huge cheeks glowing hot red, to 
spread them apart and plunge into that tight little asshole with my eager 
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 "personal hygiene" 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, 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 wash 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 moments, 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 tonight, and in a big way.  By the 
end of the night, you will be so buttfucked you won't know which way is 
up.  Not just with my dick, but also with a variety of interesting toys 
which I have brought with me.  But for now, back to business.

My fingers continue to 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 
your ears 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.  I believe in deep enemas.  But 
we'll work up to that level; 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, and unfamiliar to you.  I make sure you see me leave with 
all your things, and I don't tell you where I'm going with them.  I want 
you NAKED, propertyless, and knowing it.  This is part of the reason I 
decided we would walk here from the restaurant -- you are also separated 
from your car, which is three miles away.  You now have NOTHING.  You are 
completely dependent on me.

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, with a small bottle of peppermint extract 
added.  I like my assholes minty fresh.  The hot in contrast to the cold 
really makes you react, and I think the peppermint is also causing you 
some rectal excitement.  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 hands behind your knees holding your legs raised and spread.  I 
again watch in pleasant anticipation as my naked new pussy opens itself 
to me.  I explain to you that this is the "Presenting Pussy" position; 
from now on, when I command you to Present Pussy, this is what I mean.  
And that you will be expected to obey immediately.

With clean, firm hands 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.  I 
insert two fingers into your vagina, pressing in deep, finding and 
massaging your G-spot.  Your cunt muscles pulse, gripping my fingers; 
your pussy lips redden again, and your clit is definitely beginning to 
wake up.

The hand exam portion of your pussy inspection completed, I now proceed 
to the tongue exam.  As they did with your breasts, my lips and tongue 
explore your pussy completely.  Your clitoris now stands out, stiff and 
proud; your nipples are swollen, dark red and hard as rocks -- smooth 
roundness with their tips jutting out firmly.  You are completely 
sexually aroused.  I can't resist pausing the pussy exam for a few 
minutes to give your nipples a couple of good hard sucks each.  I love 
hearing you cry out at this.  Returning now to your pussy, I grip your 
stiffened clitoris between my teeth and suck and pull at it repeatedly.  
My hands get involved again too -- one fucks its fingers into your cunt, 
and the other squeezes and pinches your pussy lips.  And so you come, in 
a crashing screaming spurting orgasm.

***

I clean up now, giving you time to recover.  I had placed a couple 
thicknesses of towel under your hips, anticipating that you would 
probably have a messy orgasm.  You did not disappoint me; I'm proud of 
you.  I throw the old towels into the bathtub, and replace them with 
fresh ones.

I spend a little time snuggling with you as you come back to yourself.  
You look at me with amazement and gratitude.  At this moment you are 
completely glad to have submitted your body to me.

But it is time to continue.  I'm not yet done with my inspection of my 
new pussy.  I instruct you to Present Pussy again, and you quickly 
comply.

Now I insert my speculum and crank it open, spreading the walls of your 
vagina.  I tighten it down at full spread and let go, making sure it will 
stay in place.  It does.  I have a lot of practice at speculum use.  I 
now shine my light in, and look at your cervix, that little red donut at 
the deep end of your vagina -- the entryway to your babymaking equipment.  

I have a size 15 knitting needle that I have sterilized; I take it out of 
its sterile wrapping, lubricate it and slide it into you, peering in with 
my flashlight, and pressing the tip of the needle against the center of 
your donut until it noses through.  You moan as you feel it pass; to you 
it feels like a menstrual cramp.  The needle's tip has a diameter of 
about one millimeter -- not sharp of course, but rounded -- and then for 
about the next inch, its diameter increases gradually to about ten 
millimeters.  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.  You try to close your 
legs, shift your hips to the side, to cut off my invasion, but I slap 
your ass several times, hard, and tell you to stop it.  You are to 
continue Presenting Pussy until I tell you otherwise.  You _will_ accept 
what I have to give you.

I don't force you to accept the whole thickness, this time.  With small 
movements I fuck the probe in and out, but only spread your cervix to 
maybe six or seven millimeters.  I'm doing this because I want to make 
you feel very deeply penetrated, and to accept it.  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.  You will learn more about this as we go.

You are behaving better now, not trying to evade, but only kicking your 
lower legs up and down and groaning at the rhythmic cramping pressures of 
the fucking probe.  I can tell you're not enjoying it.  But _I_ am.  I 
fuck your cervix for several minutes.  I want to make sure that your 
submission is real, that you will not fight me again.  I'm encouraged at 
how well you're doing -- I know these cramps are painful.  This bodes 
well for the future -- that you can willingly accept this pain from me.  
I look forward to finding and stretching your limits.

Finally I remove the probe and speculum, at which you visibly relax.  I 
remind you to continue Presenting Pussy, and immediately your cunt is 
occupado again, this time by a penis-shaped vibrating dildo.  I press 
this device deep into your vagina and turn it on, to its highest setting. 
I fuck your cunt a dozen or so strokes with the angrily buzzing device 
before I remove it.  They are hard and deep strokes, and slow, pushing 
hard against your cervix, reminding you of my penetration there.  
Reminding you of my ownership there.  Your hips and ass move and wiggle a 
little; your legs kick up and down.  Your voice gives out unintelligible 
exclamations, grunts and squeals.

My inspection of your pussy is nearly complete.  I've done the hand exam, 
the tongue exam, and the instruments exam; now it's time for the dick 
exam.  

I bare it, and it springs eagerly out of my pants, stiff and long and 
red.  Your eyes widen as you catch sight of it.  I told you in email how 
big it was, but I'm sure it's a whole different matter, seeing it in the 
flesh.

You, lying there on your back, Presenting Pussy, and my bared rod poised 
and ready -- there's no question what's going to happen next.  

It happens.  My thick red fucking machine homes in on your oozing pussy-
hole and enters, its glistening plum head stretching your opening as it 
noses through.  I slowly, rhythmically, push in deeper and pull out, push 
in deeper still and pull out, loving the feel of your hot tight squeezing 
cunt, loving it more when I feel it open and stre-e-etch longer to take 
more of my length.  My dickhead butts up against your cervix now, but 
there's still a couple of inches of dick not enclosed.  I've never met a 
vagina yet that could take all of my length, and yours is no exception.  
Which is another reason why I love fucking fannies -- now _there_, with a 
little work, I can fuck to the hilt.  But I love fucking pussies too, and 
I fuck yours with great enthusiasm.  If I fuck fast and hard and deep, I 
can still slap your ass with my balls.  It's only a couple of inches off; 
I can swing my balls that far.  

I love watching as my dick makes its rhythmic "inspections", repeatedly 
disappearing and reappearing between your quivering reddening pussy lips.  
Fast and hard and deep, balls slapping your ass.  Your clitoris stiffens, 
and I pinch and rub it with my thumb and fingers.  Your cunt muscles 
match my fuck rhythm, gripping hard on my dick as it pulls out, and then 
relaxing, opening to receive my next inward stroke.

You groan and cry out loudly each time I press down deep.  Your cervix 
has never seen such an assault as it's getting tonight.  I have a fantasy 
that someday my dick will be able to penetrate through a cervix and fuck 
right into a uterus -- finally being able to fuck a pussy to the hilt.  
Which is why I pay so much attention to my pussies' cervices nowadays.  I 
just love to visualize my dickhead poking into a uterus and squirting cum 
all over the inside -- delivering my boys right on target.   

Maybe one day it will be _your_ cervix that fulfills my fantasy.  You 
submitted well to my first penetration there.  Excited at the thought, I 
pour a new spurt of energy into my fucking.  For you, it will be 
stressful and painful experience, on a par with childbirth.  Not as bad 
as that, of course -- obviously, a baby is a lot bigger around than my 
dick.  But this is why I think it might be at all possible -- your cervix 
is, after all, designed to stretch enough to pass a baby.  Why not my 
dick?  As for the stressful and painful part -- that's why I'm a Dom.  
Stressful, painful experiences are part of the program; you will learn to 
accept them from me.  Maybe a uterus-fucking will be among them one day. 

In the meantime, there's serious cunt-fucking going on here, and we both 
come, noisily and messily.  Good thing I put down new towels.

***

After we clean up again and rest for a bit, my examination of your body 
proceeds to its final phase -- the inspection of your ass and asshole.  I 
describe to you the "Presenting Fanny" position:  You will kneel on the 
bed, near the edge, with your knees as far apart as you can get them.  
You will then bend at the waist, arching your back and pressing your 
boobs into the mattress.  

I order you now, "Present Fanny."  You comply.  I help you stretch your 
legs a little bit farther apart than you thought you could.  Your pussy 
nearly touches the mattress.

You are a lovely sight now:  Naked, spread, butt in the air, chubby 
cheeks twitching, hairless pussy lips quivering.  I again feast my eyes 
on your big round body, now waiting in this completely submissive pose.  
I marvel at the complexities of being human that bring you and me to this 
point, to this way of needing each other.  It just bowls me over 
sometimes.

***

Okay, ass inspection.  I run my hands over your fanny, looking for any 
skin problems, injuries or tender areas.  I test your cheeks' tone and 
bounciness -- poking at them with my finger, observing the bounceback and 
the quickness at which the normal color returns after my poke whitens 
your flesh.  I see no problems here, just a firm fat healthy fanny, ready 
for a good whacking.  Yes, some quite lovely spankings will take place 
here.

Regarding the impending anal inspection, though, 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.  For the 
exam, I shall want unimpeded access.  

I direct you to "Present Asshole", which simply means to reach back and 
spread your cheeks apart with your hands.  But, as I suspected might 
happen, you can't do it.  You are too fat, your butt is too big.  You 
can't reach back far enough and low enough on your cheeks to get any 
appreciable spread.  We will have to work on this.  After all, whoever 
heard of a Sub who couldn't Present Asshole on command?

But for now, the immediate problem is easily solved; duct tape is 
marvelously versatile stuff.  For each cheek, I peel the end of the tape 
off the roll and stick it down inside your crack, an inch or so from your 
anus.  I run the tape up the side of your valley and horizontally across 
your bun, pulling the cheek away from its mate.  I have you straighten 
up, and I stick the two ends of tape securely to each other in front of 
your belly, making sure your cheeks are firmly stretched apart.  I direct 
you to Present Fanny again; you bend and press your titties into the 
mattress.

Now the sight from behind you is simply beautiful.  Your ass is up in the 
air and your cheeks are spread wide, offering me your sweet little virgin 
rosebud.  The duct tape looks like two silvery roadways, both leading 
directly to my target.  Your pussy lips quiver; your asshole pulses in 
and out, betraying your fear and excitement of what's to come.  It's like 
your anus knows I'm watching it.  I take a few moments to enjoy the view.  
You deserve to see this too, I decide.  I dig my Polaroid camera out of 
my bag and snap off several shots of your body from different angles.  
Including one lovely close-up of pussy and ass.  I lay the still-white 
photos on the bed in front of your face, so you can watch as they 
develop.

I grease my fingers liberally, and begin your rectal examination.  

***


to be continued, if readers' response warrants


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