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Subject: Jefferey and Jennifer, Part 2
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In Part 1, our hero Jefferey (who is used to having things his way) allowed
his curiosity to get the better of him.  The lovely Jennifer has taken
advantage of this momentary weakness, and turned the tables.   Poor
Jefferey has been bound, suspended, pressurized and plugged, and is starting
to regret what he had considered to be an act of generosity on his part.  To
make matters worse, he has just had a powerful (but expressly forbidden)
orgasm, and he does not yet know what his penalty will be.  Right now, he is
filled with uncertainty and anxiety instead of the bliss of afterglow.

Our story continues:

"I told you not to come," Jennifer 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 Jefferey'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.   Jennifer released his wrists, one at
a
time, and clipped them to his belt.  Then she lowered Jefferey'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?
Jefferey  couldn't help
but wonder.  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 Jefferey had ever seen.  It had to be five or six
inches in diameter with a fat fluted nozzle about eight inches long.
Jennifer
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, Jennifer commanded Jefferey to reach back, spread his cheeks, and
receive his enema.  Jefferey 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.   

Jennifer 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.  Jefferey 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, Jefferey's cock stiffened.   Jennifer 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.  To tell the
truth, Jefferey 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
Jennifer took her time administering them.    By the time she was done, his
anus and prostate were highly sensitized.  When Jefferey 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," Jennifer 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 cock-replica.
Jennifer set it on a low speed and started massaging his anus.  Jefferey was
desperately trying to hold the enema, but at the same time, he really wanted
to make room for the buzzing invader in Jennifer's hand.  It took a few
minutes
to find the right balance of tension and relaxation, but Jennifer was patient
and persistent,
and soon, his prostate and anus were tingling.  Jefferey was on
the edge of an uncontrollable orgasm when Jennifer 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, Jennifer 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,
Jennifer pronounced him "fuckable," and led him back to the bedroom. 

While Jefferey was in the bathroom, Jennifer had been re-decorating 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 Jefferey on the bed and knelt down in
front of him.  "I think that you have some idea of the pleasure I can give
you," she
said softly, looking straight into his eyes.  "I would rather fuck you as a
willing partner than as a bound subject, but I will certainly fuck you, one
way or the other."  There was no menace in her voice.  Jennifer was matter of
fact, almost
pleading.  Jefferey realized then that it would be better to give her a
gift instead of forcing her to take it.   "I understand, Jennifer, and I
would love to have you fuck me.   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.  Jefferey 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?  How could he get himself into this
predicament?  Why didn't he stop it?  Why was he so aroused?  Something
inside kept him going
with the flow, turning more and more control over to her, and he couldn't
figure out what it was. 

They sat down, then laid down on the bed, and started making out like a
couple of
teenagers in the back seat of Daddy's car, only this time,
Jefferey was coy and apprehensive and Jennifer was the aggressor, as
aggressive as Jefferey had ever been. Soon, she had him on his belly with his
ass in the air, waiting expectantly as she attached a strap-on dildo to the
harness she was wearing.  Jefferey felt her tongue in his mouth and her
fingers in his ass as she lubricated and stretched him, then she was behind
him, massaging his cheeks and spreading them wide.  She kissed his back and
neck, and soon he felt the thick blunt end of her dildo
pressing against his anus.  Jefferey looked back over his shoulder and found
Jennifer staring into his eyes,  "Please be gentle, please don't stop," he
murmured
She smiled, closed her eyes, and pressed forward.   As Jefferey reached back
to
open up to her, his hands found her waist and pulled her forward.  She slid
inside easily.  Jefferey felt her hard nipples pressed against his back and
her tongue
teasing his ear.  Her hair fell across his neck as she leaned over him.  She
put her hands on his shoulders and fucked him slowly and deeply.  Jefferey
closed his eyes and surrendered.  It was the most amazing sensation. 








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