0 comments/ 136220 views/ 22 favorites Jessica's Insertions By: stacey_lynne The author thanks Mike, my exquisite tonguer, for his inspiration, and for his constant motivation and gentle encouragement to share this story. Our respective contributions are duly noted where appropriate. Jessica's Insertions Jessica was in heaven! At last! Relief! Yes! But Mike was too good, knowing both Jessica and just what to do just right. He opened it very little. Jessica pressed hard. A continuous stream the width of a syringe needle shot out very narrow and sharply focused. Jessica pressed as hard as she could, trying to get as much out of her bladder as possible through such a narrow, pinhole opening. A mere few seconds had passed, of what Jessica assumed would be a multi-minute pee, when Mike re-inflated the internal balloon. "That's enough, bitch, these plants cannot take too much water at a time." Jessica wanted to cry. She wanted to tear that catheter out. She wanted to do anything to get some relief. Mike knew her all too well by now, she reasoned, and she would just have to do as he said. He too knew he had already pushed her far enough for the time being. Gently, he helped her up, stroke her hair, and caressed her face. "Jessica darling, be so good and make us some ice tea, won't you, darling?" He was smiling so sweetly, so tenderly. She smiled back, kissed him on the cheek and went to the kitchen to make some tea. She was pleased to see how well he had been planning her seduction: the gallon jars were out, so were lots of tea bags, fresh limes, and a bag of ice. He was good, really a good seducer, Jessica thought to herself. "Jessica, while you make the tea, I need to do something inside. I'll be right back, OK?" Jessica smiled. Standing totally naked in his kitchen, on their first date, that little tube dangling between her legs as she moved about, she felt totally comfortable and trusting with him. Here she was, a woman who had remained a virgin until her wedding night after graduating at the top of her class in college, who had made up for lost time with a vengeance, taking on men and women of all ages, who had broken in and trained the most reclusive trannies, who was now seducing college girls, and now she in turn was being controlled by a man. And of all things, he had her in total control only by the tiny, round, smallness of her pee hole. What a man Mike was! A few moments later, the gallon jugs of ice tea were made. Mike returned to the kitchen. He too had undressed completely. Jessica admired him from head to toe, so strong and so delicate at the same time. His erection was solid, just the perfect length and girth, Jessica noticed, for her, and so pretty, so frisky. She reached over to feel it in her hands. Mike smiled. He gripped her nipples. Hard, as a matter of fact. Jessica tried to move away. It was to no avail. His grip was firm. Kneading her nipples between his fingers he asked her, "Jessica, are you ready?" She nodded. "Jessica, I need to hear you say it. It is important to me." "Yes, Mike, I am ready." "Jessica, you are going to do whatever I tell you? And you are going to let me do whatever I want to and with you?" She nodded. "Jessica, I need to hear you say it. It is important to both of us." "Yes, Mike, please." "Jessica, the safe word will be AMANDA. Say it and we stop immediately. Understood?" "Mike, that is a low blow. That really hurt. Why her? Why can't we pick another of the hundred thousand words in the dictionary?" "Jessica, because I the rules and pick the word. It is either AMANDA or you get dressed and leave immediately, and nothing happened between us." And with this he sharpened his tweak upon her nipples. Jessica flinched. He was really in control, physically first and now mentally as well. "Yes, Mike. I am ready. I will do whatever you say and you can do anything and everything you want with me, and AMANDA is our safe word." For the first time ever, Mike kissed her lips softly and quickly. "Jessica, you are so lovely! Let's start!" They walked out of the kitchen, arm in arm. He led her to the array of plants. "Jessica, these need just a bit of water." Deflating the balloon, he showed her how to hold the catheter in her hand and direct a thin stream to it. An instant later he shut it off. He took her to the next set. "These take a bit more. Again, Jessica peed, just enough to make her desperate. Her bladder was full, and here Mike was taking his time, letting out just a tiny trickle at a time, teasing her and tormenting her with the bare whiff of relief before shutting her off again. Slowly, he led her past each one, explaining what it was, how it lived, and how much water it needed. Jessica was trying to pay attention, but reality was that she could not have cared less about the stupid plants: she NEEDED to pee! He led her to a large one. "Jessica, this is an orchid cluster. They need lots of water." "Finally!" Jessica exclaimed. He smiled at her, "Here, Jessica, let me show you how it is watered." And with this he had her hold his erection in her hand as he peed. Oh, how he peed! On and on, that stream came out powerfully, flooding the plants! "Talk about penis envy!", Jessica laughed. "How would you know?", Mike laughed with her. Jessica knew she had met her match! Oh, how she was loving this!!! Mike walked her around, his arm firmly around her waist. Jessica was feeling so comfortable and aroused at the same time. Her bladder was already half-empty (or still half-full, she realized from step to step). The catheter, which a until a few moments ago had felt like an intruder into her private parts, now felt like it was a part of her body, so normal and so natural to have it dangling between her legs, swaying as she moved. She was so proud of her femininity; of the way Mike made her feel like a woman! Mike led her into a room. It was full of gadgets, some mechanical, some electrical, some appearing highly erotic. "Kneel." Jessica obeyed meekly. Quickly, quicker than she could realize what was happening, Mike had chained her into a bizarre position. On her knees, he chained her wrists to her ankles. He placed a leather leash around her neck and used two slender chains to tie it to her wrists. She was now arched back, unable to straighten herself up. She was totally at his mercy, and now physically as well. He knew her very well, she realized, perhaps all too well. "Jessica, are you thirsty, darling?" Jessica, in her predicament, laughed, "Hardly! What I really need is the opposite!" Mike smiled and left. He returned with the gallons of ice tea and a funnel. "You look thirsty to me. Here, let me help you." He filled the funnel to the brim, finger covering the bottom, and approached it to her mouth. Slowly, he let it flow into her mouth. Jessica knew that she had to sip and swallow. She did. She drank and entire funnel-full, Mike pacing the flow just perfect so that not a drop was lost. Jessica, smart as she was, realized. She would be drinking a couple of gallons of ice tea that afternoon. And only Mike would know just when to let it out her pee hole and just how much at a time. He started to run his fingers down her neck. Goose bumps covered her body. He played with her ears. He caressed her pretty face. He teased her. He played with her. His fingers arrived in the general area of her breasts. "What do you have here?" "My breasts, Mike," Jessica replied, eagerly adding, "My breasts yearning to be tongued." "Well, not much here. Where exactly ARE your breasts, Jessica?" "Mike, please, tongue them!" "Hmmm, not much here. Maybe they are hiding somewhere inside?" And with this, he started to pull on her nipples, tugging them non-too gently out. Jessica felt that Mike could, would, and should lift her entire body by her nipples. And Mike already sensed that her nipples were hot-wired to her private parts! He tugged and squeezed and pulled and kneaded her nipples until they were raw. Jessica was going out of her mind! Suddenly he stopped. "Jessica, sweetheart, you are thirsty again." Of course, Jessica was nowhere near thirsty, but as before, Mike forced her to drink another funnel-full of tea. And now he started to massage her distended belly. "Yes, Jessica, that feels better, doesn't it? Yes, darling, better and better. Good, Jessica, just relax and let it all come out. Good, dear, let it flow." Of course, try as she may, Jessica could not let anything out. That catheter was too securely inflated and too deep inside. She felt she might burst. Mike smiled at her, caressed her face and continued to massage her distended belly. He looked at her nipples. "Oh, my, they DO look raw and sore, Jessica! Here, let me cool them off a bit." Taking an ice cube in each hand, he rubbed them over her hard nipples. The cold felt good. Well, good enough for the nipples. But it was another torment. As the ice melted, it flowed down her chest, past her tummy and down beyond. The feeling of cold water flowing made Jessica realize and need and yearn and want to pee so badly! Mike smiled. Jessica was in tears, struggling mightily to relieve or at the very least release herself. Mike was nice to her. It seemed. He knelt next to her, sliding his finger deep into her. She was so wet and so open. What must have otherwise felt delicious was even a worse torment. His finger probed her depths, reaching way up into her ovaries, all the while pressing against her bladder. Jessica was going crazy. Mike was so good! "Here, Jessica, let me help." And with this he deflated the balloon. Just a bit, though, he deflated it, just enough so that a meager trickle started flowing out. Just a bit, Jessica realized, to make her feel even more desperate. In her mind she did the numbers. Mike was going to make her drink two gallons of ice tea and regulate her pee flow so that she would feel on the verge of desperation and keep her there forever. Oh, was Mike good! Sure enough, that is exactly what Mike did. He gave her funnel-fills at a time of tea to drink, played harshly with her nipples, grabbed her abundant pubic hair in his hands, stroked her body, and did everything possible EXCEPT even come close to touching her wildly explosive clitoris. Jessica made up her mind: he could do whatever he wanted to her: she would get her sweet revenge on their next date. Mike sensed her sudden change of mood, her sudden determination, her subtle change to take control. He was not going to have any part of it. His invention allowed for something unexpected. Jessica knew not how he did it, how it worked, nor what happened. The matter of fact is that all of a sudden, she was thrown around, yanked up, legs spread wide apart, and precisely at the height of Mike's mouth. Before she could even start to gasp, Mike was tonguing her clitoris with savage abandon. One hand was already deep inside her vagina, wreaking havoc therein. The fingers of the other hand were playing inside her tight ass. And his tongue! What a tongue that was! Lashing her clitoris to oblivion! Suddenly he stopped. His hands went out. Jessica screamed, "Mike, make me climax! Make me climax NOW! Mike, do it! Mike, make me climax! Mike, please!" "Are you sure, Jessica?" Jessica screamed, "Mike, Y-E-S!" "Are you super, doubly sure, Jessica?" Jessica screamed, harsh and angry, all the obscenities she knew. Her body thrashed against the restraints. Mike got it again. Furiously, fingers went into her tight ass. His tongue came oh so close to her throbbing clitoris, dancing wildly in midair. He started on her again, lashing it with his tongue: its tip, its tiny shaft, its protective hood. Jessica knew it was a matter of seconds now. Mike knew it too, perhaps better than she knew herself. In one swift motion, he deflated-the-balloon-and-thrust-his-hand-into-her-vagina-and-devoured-her-clitoris-with-his-tongue. Jessica exploded! Jessica peed! Jessica orgasmed! Jessica peed! Jessica climaxed! Jessica peed! Jessica ejaculated! Jessica peed! Jessica screamed with unbridled joy! Jessica peed! When her powerful contractions and convulsions were subsiding, Mike quickly pulled out the catheter from her tiny pee hole. Gently, he lowered her, unbound her, and helped her lie down on a mattress on the floor. Smiling down at her as she lay in total exhaustion, limp and weak, he quickly masturbated, ejaculating into her inviting mouth. "Nothing like a glass of milk to wash down all that tea," Jessica whispered feely and hoarsely. Mike knew he had triumphed over her. They lay together the rest of the night, cuddled close, their legs intertwined. It was well past midnight when Jessica woke up Mike, "Sweetie, you are the best. Thank you. My pee hole is forever yours." He smiled back, drew her closer and they slept well into the next morning. Jessica's Insertions Jessica complied, raising and parting her legs, holding her knees to her shoulders with her hands. Mike reached over to the night table, and faster than she could realize, a fresh catheter was deep in her pee hole. Mike let her fill the other champagne bottle with her warm pee. Jessica felt so good! All tingly inside, clean in both places, freshly relieved, on the very edge of countless orgasms! Mike was very good. They got up, she watched him as he peed in the toilet, admiring his entire body, they dressed and went out for the day. In time, her catheter became a normal part of their lives. Whenever they would get together, as soon as they had kissed hello, Jessica would slide down her panties, raise and part her legs, and Mike would slip the catheter inside. They tried different models, different styles, and different sizes, adding variety to their experiences, noting carefully the effect each one had on her. It got to the point in her life that Jessica did not feel complete if she did not have something deep into her pee hole. Sometimes he left the balloon inflated to prevent her from peeing. Or he opened it just a bit every so often. Or, if they were going out socially, she would wear slacks and he would attach a bag to her leg, leaving the catheter permanently open, letting her drip freely all day and all night, yearning to feel her pee flow, knowing her bladder was empty nonetheless. He learned to control her via her pee hole. And Jessica eagerly gave him the necessary feedback to build up on his creativity and expertise. But always, Mike made sure that Jessica drank lots and lots of fluids to keep that pee need going full force. Jessica was particularly proud the night she invited Mike to attend a formal party at the concert hall. She dressed for him, a long, dark blue cocktail dress, pearl necklace and earrings, perfect coiffure and make-up, and a dab of perfume. He was a total gentleman. Before leaving the house, he had slid her catheter in her pee hole and attached the bag to her leg. As they moved from social circle to circle, mingling with the crowd, he made sure her drink was always full. And Jessica was sipping all night! She was also peeing continuously, by the way. Well into the night, the hostess approached Jessica and whispered in her ear, "How do you do it? We have all watched you sip all night, yet you do not go to the bathroom?" Jessica smiled, "I guess I just have a strong bladder!" The hostess smiled back, a bit puzzled and walked away. Jessica drew Mike close to her, "If she only knew you make me pee all night. Besides, this silk dress rubbing against my bald lips is making me terribly desirous of you! Let's do it now!" Mike led her to the accessible men's room and locked the door behind. He lifted her dress, sat her on the sink and devoured her throbbing clitoris again and again, of course not letting Jessica climax, driving her crazy. A good ten minutes of this, and she unzipped his trousers. "Well, one of us has to climax!" she laughed. His erection in her hands, she stroked him until he ejaculated down her legs. And when he was finished, she let her dress back down, helped him, and together walked out, arm in arm. Jessica was so proud of him! He made her feel so good! Bald lips, catheter deep in pee hole, and to crown it all, his ejaculated slowly sliding down her legs, plainly spotting her cark blue, silk cocktail dress. Mike was so good! The party was over. They drove home, chatting excitedly. The party was a success. Jessica was aroused. Her pee had been flowing all night. She needed very good sex that night. Mike also knew it. Her enema went smoothly, almost effortlessly, catheter still in place. Jessica still hated it but Mike wanted it, so she really had no choice. And when she was finished, Mike had her select two bottles, any two she wanted, from the collection he had made her buy over time. She picked out two very long ones with very slender necks from exotic liquors. One slid easily into her very wet vagina, which Mike moved about slowly, and then slid it deep into her lovely ass, the other one replacing the vaginal one. And Mike tongued her throbbing clitoris over and over again, bringing her oh so very close to an orgasm time after time, stopping short every time, her catheter dancing all over the place as she came close to the throes of ecstasy making her suffer the want of a climax. Mike denied it to her, instead making her take him into her mouth, ejaculating deep in her throat and then letting her force the bottles out before lying next to her to fall asleep together. They awoke very late next morning, both very hungry. Mike changed her catheter, inserting a fresh one in its place; they showered and dressed to go shopping. "Jessica, for lunch today I feel like having a salad." Jessica smiled. Of course, she did not know but would come to learn that Mike was not that much into health foods as much as he was into insertion sex. The vegetable section provided the inspiration he needed. As Jessica wheeled the shopping cart around, Mike selected the most phallic vegetables imaginable. Short, stubby cucumbers as well as long, slender ones went into the cart. Fresh carrots and baby corn followed. Zucchini and squash came next. Jessica was blushing, as Mike would hold up each one, examining it, loudly asking, "I wonder how this one would fit?" Jessica was totally embarrassed! Mike was so good at controlling her. And with every comment he would make, she would feel the urge to pee, uncontrollable except to Mike if and when he might let the balloon open. It only happened once they got home and Jessica had her enema. Only then did Mike open the catheter, just a bit to relieve some pressure but force her to feel full and incapable of peeing. He helped her wash the vegetables and bring them back to the bedroom. One by one went deep into her vagina as Mike tongued her widely engorged clitoris. Every time Jessica approached a climax, Mike would take out that vegetable, drenched in Jessica's wetness, let her rest a bit, and insert the next one. And so, one by one, Jessica almost came close to a climax, as many times as there were vegetables! Back in the kitchen, Jessica standing totally naked, her catheter hanging loose from her pee hole, she carefully sliced each one, thin slices wet with her arousal. She arranged them nicely on two salads plates, attractively garnished with lettuce leaves, which she had used to wipe her very wet labia, and bright red tomatoes, also glistening from her wetness. "Dressing?" she asked. "Oil and vinegar for me, please." She prepared it and poured it over his salad. She was about to do the same to hers. He stopped her, taking her hands in his. "Creamy for you, sweet Jessica." She laughed. Mike knew her so well! His erection was soon in her hands. She pumped him quickly and efficiently, as he had taught her he enjoyed most. In a matter of minutes he was ejaculating all over her salad! Each vegetable slice, previously drenched in her wetness deep inside her vagina, was now covered in his creamy ejaculate! She was so hungry that she started wolfing down her salad. He laughed, "Jessica, sweetheart, slowly! Let me see you eat nicely!" She blushed and smiled. She knew what Mike meant and wanted. She was eager to show him what a good, properly mannered woman she was. Placing one slice after another in her mouth, she slowly savored it, rolling it over with her tongue, tasting the flavors, letting him see how his ejaculate was coating her mouth. Mike smiled approvingly. To reward her good manners, when they were finished and had cleaned the plates, he led her to his plants and let her pee. Just a bit, but enough to show approval, and led her to the couch to tongue her bald labia and massively erect clitoris just to the brink of many climaxes. They rested and chatted, Mike letting her pee just a bit at a time, well into the afternoon. Later that evening, he took a turkey baster and filled her vagina and then her lovely ass with two bottles of club soda, clamping both holes shut with his fingers, and tongued her tender clit many more times, always denying her the much-needed climax. Finally, he spun over, placed his erection in her mouth and let her give him a marvelous oral sex, letting his fingers go just as he was exploding in her mouth, letting her splash him with the wonderful bubbles that had tingled her insides all along. Mike was so good. Night was falling. He turned to her, "Jessica, you had better get dressed and get going." She whimpered and moaned, "Please, Mike?" "One of these days." She cried softly as she got dressed. "Yes, I do need to get home. I have a long week ahead of me at work. But tonight..." She stopped short. She knew that if she even mentioned the name of her lover, it would mean the end of everything. They had agreed that AMANDA was their safe word and she could not mention it. "But tonight, my lover is going to get the full brunt of my desires!" Mike grabbed her hands, "Jessica, sweetheart, you may do as you wish with her. But remember, ALL your climaxes belong to ME. Don't you even dare climaxing the rest of the week." Jessica understood. She promised Mike. But more important, she promised herself. Yes, her lover would be seduced and loved furiously tonight and every night this week, but she would clinch her teeth and save that climax for Mike and Mike alone. Next week maybe? The week after, perhaps? It did not matter: she was under Mike's control and she would be submissive to his whims and desires. He smiled. She smiled back and kissed him lightly. She sat on the table, raised and parted her legs. Lovingly, he slipped her catheter out, letting her pee flow freely. "Until next time." "Until next time," she replied happily. And with that she left into the night. Mike was so good!