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The Marriage

By: zeta515



Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections.

Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. 

Rose turned and looked at the red numbers on the clock: six-seventeen a.m. The bedroom was beginning to lighten as the sun rose, heralding the new day and the next phase in Rose's marriage. Besides her, Max lay motionless, still asleep, resting from the exertions of the previous night, and (thought Rose mildly amused), for what was to come today. The new day signaled both a new beginning as well as an end. Yesterday their honeymoon had ended and today their formal married life would begin. This is what Rose had been waiting for all the previous week and why, so atypically, she had awakened early today. A slight smile crossed her mouth in the half dark of the room as she silently reflected to herself. Ironic she thought. Most women treasured every moment of their wedding day and their honeymoon, hoping to postpone the return to the ordinary and the challenges of married life. For Rose, it was exactly the opposite; not that she hadn't enjoyed her honeymoon. Max was absolutely wonderful, everything she had hoped for, and she had thoroughly enjoyed their time together the previous week. But now the real fun would begin, at least for her.

Rose had met Max via his sister Miranda. Miranda had raised Max from a young child to adulthood after her parents had died, leaving them both orphans. From an early age it was obvious that Max was not like other males. He was completely submissive and needed dominance from the women around him. Miranda had recognized this, and being naturally dominant, had raised her brother to satisfy her natural inclinations as well as his. However, when Max reached adulthood, she had realized that she had a substantial problem on her hands. Max was so very innocent and unaware of how atypical he was. Finding him a suitable partner was not going to be easy. Miranda had worked long and hard and without success in a vain search to find a suitable partner. About to give up in frustration and with a rising sense of panic, she had met Rose. Rose was everything she had looked so long and hard for: a dominant single woman who could appreciate the innocence of her brother and exploit it to everyone's benefit.

A week ago, they had been married. On the big day, Miranda presented Max to Rose, beautifully attired in a satin white dress, a blushing virgin, ready and ripe for her enjoyment. And enjoy she did. But now even bigger delights awaited Rose. Max had entered their nuptials so very innocent. A complete virgin, not only in the physical sense but mentally and emotionally as well. Rose grew excited remembering how his eyes had widened as she entered his ass with her dildo for the first time. His penis had visibly stiffened and throbbed as she buried herself inside him. Max's look of shock, and the horrified expression of self realization that this excited him, being taken up the ass by a woman, had brought Rose intense physical pleasure and emotional satisfaction. Even more satisfying to Rose was the fact that Max had not lost his innocence. Each time she took him, was like the first. He never seemed to be able to overcome his sense of shame and humiliation of being used this way by Rose or the intense and uncontrollable physical excitement this brought him. It was a vicious cycle. Humiliation and shame physically excited Max, which in turn made him even more ashamed and hence even more excited.

Although Rose loved this, she knew that such raw emotional material must be managed; shaped like plastic into even more delightful and useful forms. Like a master sculptor, Rose had planned her masterpiece from the beginning. With her sister, she had planned wedding, honeymoon, and the beginnings of the married life with great care and exacting detail. Now it was time to mold her masterwork into its final form. Today the moment she had so patiently treasured would arrive: Max's training would finally begin. Glancing at the clock, Rose saw the red digits change to six-thirty. Time to get up and get started! 

Pushing the sheets quietly off, Rose silently slipped out of bed. Grabbing her robe, she covered her beautiful and voluptuous body with the flimsy garment and left the bedroom and the slumbering Max. Going into the living room, she glanced out the window and saw a short stocky grey-haired women dressed completely in white approaching the front door followed by a tall auburn companion, also dressed in white. Martha was right on-time! Wonderful! Rose rushed to the front door and opened it, just as Martha reached the threshold. 

"He's still asleep," said Rose motioning the other woman and her tall companion to enter and closing the door softly behind her. 

"He still doesn't know?" 

"No," said Rose smiling. Martha smiled back.

"Wonderful! This is my assistant, Charlene," said Martha introducing her companion.

Rose and Charlene exchanged greetings and Rose said, "Would you like some coffee before we begin?"

"Sure," said Martha. "That would be great. I didn't have time to get anything before coming over."

The three women walked into the kitchen and Rose began the ritual of making morning coffee. Normally Max would do this for her, but today was different. Rose had known Martha all of her adult life. The two women had met when Rose broke her ankle playing tennis in college. Martha was her nurse during Rose's stay in the hospital and Rose had noticed the confidence of the older woman and how she seemed to enjoy bossing the (mostly male) doctors around, and even embarrassing them. This both intrigued and excited Rose and, being young and uninhibited, she confronted her no-nonsense nurse. 

Martha being equally intrigued by her young charge had explained, "Males are such pussies! They act like they are in charge but actually all they really want is for women to control them."

Rose was completely astounded by this novel (for the time) philosophical view of male behavior. At eighteen, she was still forming her own views of the world, and Martha's self-confident perspective of female superiority was not only surprising, but was a revelation to the younger woman. The two women hit it off instantly, and their relationship continued after Rose left the hospital, with Martha becoming a mentor to her former charge. 

Martha who was perhaps, thirty at the time had long since retired from nursing. However, despite her age and grey hair, she was still a remarkably handsome woman. Her breasts were full and her hips wide and her self-confident manner had evolved into a matronly, take-charge demeanor that still gave pause to anyone who came into contact with her. Pity the male who thought of her in anything but the most revering terms. 

Martha's companion, Charlene, was exactly the opposite in almost every way. Charlene was in her early fifties, athletic, stood six feet tall in her stocking feet, and possessed a kindly, sympathetic, and almost motherly demeanor. She was sweet, but passive compared to the harsh and strict Martha.

Looking at Charlene, Martha said, "I brought Charlene to help your male with the details of managing his new situation when we are finished." 

Rose looked at Charlene and nodded a silent thank you. During her planning for Max's post- honeymoon training, Rose had consulted Martha on various methods and techniques for humiliating her innocent pet. Martha had given her a list of routine medical procedures that males found particularly humiliating, enemas and urethral catheterization heading the list. 

"Enemas are something anyone can do, with proper instruction. I can show you in less than half an hour. Catheterization is not difficult either, but you need to be more careful, especially with regards to infection," Martha had explained. 

"Interesting," Rose responded. "But why do males find that so humiliating?" 

"It's the loss of control," said Martha. "In addition, they can't cum since the urethra is used for both urination and ejaculation. With a tube going into their bladder, the path is blocked for ejaculation. No ejaculation, no cumming. It's that simple. Women, of course don't have that problem, though we have plenty of others."

Rose looked at Martha thoughtfully. "So in a way, when a male is catheterized, he is like a woman having her period, he can't have sex."

"Well, sort of," said Martha. "It's actually worse for the male. He's completely prevented. He can have an erection, but he can't cum. Females can still have sex when they have their period, though most don't."

"Tell me," continued Rose, "would it be safe to leave a male catheterized, for say a week at a time?"

"Yes," said Martha looking intently at Rose. "You would need to be careful of infection, but with the proper precautions, it's perfectly safe." The two women looked knowingly at each other and Martha said, "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Yes," said Rose "the male period."

Pouring Martha some more coffee, Rose said, "Do you have everything you need?" 

"Yes. I've kept my license current so it was no problem buying the necessary equipment. However, I can't catheterize him when he has an erection."

"Leave that to me. You look great in your old uniform. It fits you perfectly."

"Thanks," said Martha. "It's been awhile since I wore it. I was happy myself that it still fit." The women finished their coffee and Martha said, "Thanks. That hit the spot! Are you ready?" "Completely, let's wake the blushing bride."

Max awoke surprised to find Rose was not in bed. In the week they had been together, he was always the first to awaken and the first to be out of bed. As his somnolence left him, Max became aware of muffled voices coming from the kitchen. Confused, he tried to make out the words, but they were too far and too obstructed by walls and doors to make out clearly. However, Max could easily identify Rose's voice. One of the others was female, older, but otherwise unrecognizable to him. A third voice was also female, pleasant, but she said too little to gain any further details. 

This was troublesome. Rose seemed to have no end of new female friends and she always used them to humiliate him. He had never been naked and exposed to so many different women as he was in the past week. Worse, he was forced to perform the most intimate and explicit, as well as shameful, acts in front of more than a few of them. Max's confusion and trepidation turned to alarm as the voices became more distinct and closer. The rapidly increasing clarity and volume of the conversation told Max that Rose and the other women were approaching. 

In panic Max froze, uncertain what to do. Where could he go? It was impossible to hide from Rose. At best it would only postpone the inevitable, for Rose's wish was his command. Before Max could recover from his indecisiveness, the door to the bedroom opened and Rose strode in, her flimsy robe flowing about her body leaving little to the imagination. Close behind her, a second, older, matronly looking woman with grey hair and eyes of steel entered followed by a tall sympathetic-looking woman who hung back, near the door. The newcomers were dressed completely in impeccable white nurses' uniforms and the older grey-haired woman eyed Max with a cold regard that left little doubt as to her thoughts. 

"This is Mistress Martha," began Rose. "She and Mistress Charlene are here to help indoctrinate you into some of the more unfortunate but nonetheless essential aspects of male married life. Yesterday our honeymoon ended. Today you begin your married life. As a newly wedded bride, you needed to experience all the aspects of that condition. This includes having a regular period."

Max looked at Rose totally confused. A period? What could she possible mean? Although Max's knowledge of female anatomy and physiology had increased enormously during the last week, he was aware from his sister that women had periods on a regular basis even before his marriage. Max knew that monthly. His sister would bleed from her private area and that this was normal. He had never seen a naked woman in the flesh before he saw Rose on his wedding night, but Miranda had given him books on sexuality with diagrams and he was aware of the fundamentals. Had Rose gone insane? How could he, a male have a period? 

"I don't understand," said Max looking confused.

"It's quite simple," said Rose. "Although you can't menstruate since you don't have the right equipment, you can still flow. Martha is going to catheterize you and leave you that way for seven days. She will be here every twenty-eight days like clock work to repeat this procedure. During these seven days you are to drink two large glasses of water every hour, even during the night."

Max sat up in bed and looked from Rose to Martha, dumbfounded. How could Rose do this to him? Worse, he was obviously going to have to expose himself to Martha and her companion and she was going to have to touch his penis. Max blushed at this humiliating thought and as he did he could feel his penis stiffen between his legs, under the sheet. 

"But . . . but . . ." stammered Max.

"No buts about it!" snapped Rose. "I am getting tired of you questioning everything I tell you. This is something we are going to address today also. Up to now I have let a lot of things slide, but it's clear I have been too lenient. This is going to change now." Grabbing the sheet on the bed, Rose pulled it off, fully exposing the naked Max to the view of all three women. Max blushed and his penis stiffened further into full erection. 

Martha who till now had been busy setting up the equipment for Max's catheterization, looked up as the motion of the sheet caught her eye and stared at Max's erect penis. "Shameful!" she exclaimed. "How dare you display an erection in front of me! Have you no respect for your betters?"

Max was startled by Martha's harsh words and his blush deepened. Unfortunately, this only increased his excitement and his penis began to visibly throb. "I am sorry . . . I . . . I . . . can't control . . . it," stammered Max.

"Disgusting!" exclaimed Martha harshly. "Well we're going to fix that starting now." Looking at Rose and pointing at Max's erect member, she said, "Please get rid of that, so we can proceed."

Rose looked at Martha and smiled slyly. Turning to Max she said, "Open your legs and masturbate yourself, since that's clearly what you want to do for us." 

Max looked from one woman to the next and blushed completely red from head to toe, but his penis continued to throb. 

"NOW!" shouted Rose.

Rose's words spurred Max to action and with a trembling hand he began to stroke himself in front of the women. 

"Oh god! Please Mistress don't make me do this, please!" 

"Slut! If you don't want to do this, then lose the erection."

"Oh god Mistress I can't! Oh please! I am so ashamed. Please! It's so humiliating to be a male, to have to display your excitement. Oh please Mistress, please!"

But neither Rose nor Martha responded to his pleas. Rose looked at him sternly and Martha with contempt. Charlene, who had moved into the room to assist Martha, looked at him sympathetically and with concern. Her empathetic attitude was ironically harder to bear than the harsh demeanor of Rose and Martha. It was not long before Max was on the verge of cumming. 

"Please Mistress, I am going to cum. Please!"

Rose suppressed a smile and said, "You don't and I repeat DON'T have my permission. I do not want you to cum."

"Oh god!" cried Max. "Please let me stop masturbating then. Please Mistress, please!"

"I don't have all day Max. Lose the erection. Keep masturbating until you do, but don't cum. In fact, I want you to rub harder and faster. Martha and Charlene can't wait all day."

Max let out a cry of anguish. He was on the verge of cumming, yet Rose denied him release. Worse he was going to have to masturbate harder. "Please Mistress, please! Let me stop or cum. I can't control it, please!"

"Well you are going to need to learn control. If you cum, you WILL be punished. Now, masturbate harder and faster."

Max looked at Rose in anguish, but her stern look left him little choice. With his legs spread wide, he rubbed himself harder and quickened his pace. Within seconds, he lost control and white, hot cum, ejaculated from his penis, spraying the bed.

"Slut!" exclaimed Rose. "How dare you cum without permission?! You are going to regret the day you were born."

"Max swallowed hard, and he stammered, "Mistress . . . please . . . I didn't . . . I couldn't help . . . please!" 

But Rose only looked at him harshly, hands on her hips. Max withered under her stare and the steely look of disgust on Martha's face. Charlene looked at him with pity in her eyes, like a puppy that had its first accident on the kitchen floor. He felt his penis go limp in his hand, cum dripping out of it, onto the bed. Rose grabbed Max and pulled him off the bed and in one graceful motion, sat on the bed guiding Max face down, onto her lap. Without missing a heartbeat she immediately began to smack Max's exposed and upturned butt. Max cried out more in surprise than in pain, but he soon began to yell and then plead as Rose's continued smacks reddened his backside. 

Charlene always empathetic said, "Oh god! Poor dear!" 

Max looked up and through tears of pain saw her look sympathetically into his eyes, and blushed in shame. 

Martha glanced disapprovingly at Charlene and said, "He's lucky it's Rose and not me giving this spanking. Cumming like that in front of three women! This male has no control or shame!"

When she was done, Rose pulled Max off her lap and said to Martha, "Well there you go. He's all ready for you, just like I promised."

Martha grunted in acknowledgment and contempt and turning to Charlene with her hand extended said, "Lubricant." 

Charlene squeezed some lubricant onto the tips of Martha's now gloved finger tips and then onto the tip of the catheterization tube. While Charlene lubricated the end of the tube, Martha turned to Max, and grabbing the head of his limp penis, spread the head and smeared the lubricant over tip and into the urethra opening. Taking the catheterization tube from Charlene, she quickly and expertly inserted it into the tip of Max's penis and into his bladder. Max blushed at Martha's touch and recoiled slightly as he felt the tube slither into him. But before he could react, the tube was in place and Martha was removing her gloves. The tube extended a good two feet beyond the head of Max's limp penis. 

Taking the tube in her left hand, Martha again extended her right hand and said, "Scissors." 

Charlene slapped a pair of surgical scissors into Martha's waiting hand. Martha looked at Max's penis and then Rose and said, "Six inches?"

"Five and a half," replied Rose sheepishly. "He's small, I'm afraid." 

Martha grunted and moving her left hand upwards along the tube, stopping about seven inches from the tip of Max's penis. Pinching the tube, she quickly severed it at her finger tips. 

Handing the excess tubing and scissors to Charlene, she said, "Filter." 

Taking the tubing and scissors, Charlene handed Martha a small white cylinder. This Martha placed securely into the end of the newly severed tube and looking at Rose said, "To prevent infections. It allows fluid to flow only one way." Rose nodded silently in acknowledgment.

Turning to the embarrassed Max, Martha said, "I've inserted this tube into your bladder and there is a small balloon at the end which I have inflated so that it won't slide out. Only I can deflate it, which I will do in seven days time. If you attempt to remove it on your own, I can assure you that you will be immediately sorry." 


The Marriage



As she said this, Martha gave the tube a slight tug, and Max immediately yelped in pain. Martha smiled in satisfaction, and continued. Handing Max a large glass of water she said, "You are to drink two of these every hour around the clock for the next seven days, without fail." 

Max took the glass and noting the stern looks on Martha and Rose's faces immediately started drinking. Taking a small wristwatch from her pocket, Martha fastened it to Max's wrist. "This will vibrate every hour to remind you. I will also warn you against masturbating, since you seem unable to control yourself. If you thought my little tug was painful, you don't know the meaning of the word. Just try cumming with that tube inside you!"

The look of knowing amusement on Martha's face was more than enough to dissuade Max from even considering this idea. Looking down, he could see the tube extending below his limp penis and he could feel the alien device within him as he moved. The tube did not hurt, but it felt strange and uncomfortable. Max felt full and like he needed to urinate, but couldn't. His penis felt strangely stretched and impaled by the tube. 

"Since you no longer have control over your bladder (and I am not sure you ever did for that matter), Charlene will instruct you in some of the basics you will need to know." Turning to Charlene, Martha nodded, and motioning her head toward the door, she left with Rose. 

After the two women left, Charlene turned to Max and spoke to him for the first time. Her voice was understanding and sympathetic and Max was at first confused and distracted, since women had never talked to him in this way before. 

"I know it feels strange and that you feel like you need to pee, but can't. This is normal and will pass soon, so don't worry."

Max looked up from his penis and looked at Charlene, trying to focus on what she was saying to him. The tall woman looked back at him with concern and understanding in her eyes. For the first time, Max looked at the kindly woman. Charlene was very tall for a woman, with kind blue eyes, and thick straight shoulder length hair. Her build was athletic, but she was no longer slim, although she was still shapely. Her breasts were much smaller than Rose's, but she was not flat- chested either. On the whole, she would have been quite attractive if not for her pot-marked cheeks which also tended toward corpulence. 

"But let's get you outfitted first; I can see you are already starting to drip." Max looked down again, and noted that fluid was starting to drip out of the end of the newly inserted tube. Noting the nonplused look on Max's face, Charlene explained, "Martha said this was your first period and that I should teach you about the details of coping with it. Poor dear! It must be so hard and embarrassing! I remember how I felt when I had my first period. I wanted to hide in shame." 

Taking Max by the arm, she steered him toward the bathroom. Max followed her lead dumbly, still in shock from the sudden and unexpected events of the morning. 

When they reached the bathroom, Charlene gently pushed Max onto the toilet having him sit down with his penis inside the bowl. "There, now you can listen without having to worry about dripping all over the floor." 

Reaching around Max, Charlene pulled a large blue-colored box from the top of the tank, and pulled it open. Taking out a large, thick, oval shaped pad, she held it up and said, "These are your menstrual pads. They are really for incontinence and are much thicker and larger than ordinary pads, but they will keep you dry and as comfortable as possible." 

She held up the pad for Max to inspect. It was indeed large and thick, and heavy. It looked enormous to the still bewildered Max who stared at it uncomprehendingly, blinking. Charlene continued. Turning the pad over, she exposed a strip of what looked like tape, which she proceeded to pull away from the thick pad. 

"This is the adhesive strip, it sticks to the inside of your panties and keeps the pad in place."

"Panties?" said Max confusedly. 

"Oh! I forgot. How silly of me," said Charlene slightly embarrassed. 

Reaching in her uniform pocket she pulled out a pair of white cotton thong style panties and held them up for Max to see. "Rose said these were yours and that there were more in your dresser, if you need them." 

Max stared at the panties, still dazed by the recent events and what the helpful Charlene was telling him. However, Max could also feel the tube inside him and could sense the urine dripping into the toilet. Focusing, he concentrated on what Charlene was saying.

"Thongs are not usually what one wears when having a period, but they will have to do I guess, at least for now," continued Charlene. "After you remove the adhesive strip, just place the pad inside your panties over the front, and press into place, like this," said Charlene putting the pad into place in Max's panties. "Here," she said extending the padded panties to Max, "try them on." 

Max took the padded panties and looked at them dumbly, as if not quite understanding what they were for. "Come" said Charlene taking his arm and pulling him up off the toilet. "Put them on. You will feel better when you do. You don't want to have to sit on the toilet all day, now do you?" 

With Charlene steadying his arm, Max stepped into the panties and pulled them up into place. However, the thong and pad were not designed for males and Max's penis wound up pointing toward the waistband with the tube sticking out. 

"That won't do" commented Charlene. "You'll need to adjust your penis so the tube is inside." 

Max blushed at Charlene's mention of his penis, but put his hand inside the panties and adjusted it so that it pointed down and the tube was inside against the pad. Charlene looked at the blushing Max and said, "I know it can be embarrassing at first, but you'll get used to it. You will have to position the tube so it points upward otherwise it may slip out the other end. Like I said, thongs are not the best thing to wear when having your period." Max blushed deepened, but he reached into his panties again and adjusted the end of the tube as Charlene advised.

"That looks good," Charlene commented when he had finished. "Now you'll probably need to change the pad every hour or so. The pad contains some deodorizer which turns red when it comes into contact with urine. When you notice the outside of the pad start to turn color, its time to change it. I'll leave the box here on the toilet tank. You should also consider showering at least twice a day so you remain fresh. And using powder will help you keep dryer too. Any questions?"

Max looked down at the front of the panties and noted their smooth front. The thick pad felt strangely good and the feeling of needing to urinate was passing. However the tube still felt strange inside him and Max was very conscious of it. The new sensation of the thick pad, the thong in his ass, and the embarrassment were also taking its toll, and Max could feel his penis starting to stiffen. This worried him, because he knew that the panties and pad were not designed to accommodate an erection; having one while wearing the panties would move the end of the tube unpredictably and would most likely result in urine leaking from the inside. In addition, it would be uncomfortable to be hard with the pad and panties restricting him. 

"What if . . . what should I do . . ." stammered Max blushing again.

Charlene looked at the bulge in the font of Max's panties understandingly. Looking sympathetically at him she said, "I know, it's got to be uncomfortable especially since you're not used to it yet. It will of course be worse if you get an erection. If you do, you will have to be careful about the end of the tube. Rose said that you are not to touch yourself, except as essential for hygiene and never outside the bathroom under any circumstances. I suggest that you try to avoid having erections, and if you do, to go immediately to the bathroom until they pass. I know all this is new and confusing and difficult, but you will learn to cope with it quickly. Now any more questions?"

Max blushed and shook his head. "OK," said Charlene, 'then it's time for me to go. If you have questions, you can of course ask Rose. I'll be back in a week to remove the tube. Good luck!" With that, Charlene turned and left Max alone in the bathroom, still bewildered and wondering why Rose would want to do this to him.

Rose was delighted with how well everything had gone. Max was going to have a difficult week, for sure, but Martha had assured her it would not interfere with her pleasure. 

"It's still all right to have sex with him?" she had questioned her mentor.

"Yes, for you. Take him up the ass all you want or let him service you. He of course will not be able to cum, but that is of no consequence. Enjoy yourself Rose."

"I intend to," replied Rose smiling.

"You may want to clamp the end of the tube while you use him, just so he doesn't drip all over. Just don't leave him clamped for more than an hour; with all that water he will be drinking his bladder will fill up fast."

"Any other restrictions?"

"Yes. Make sure he keeps clean. The filter at the end of the tube will go a long way toward preventing infections, but it never hurts to be safe. Also, no enemas while he is catheterized. Other than that, he's good to go."

"Thanks," said Rose. 

The two women chatted for a while, waiting for Charlene to finish with Max. When she emerged from the bedroom, Martha said, "Done?"

"Yes," replied Charlene. "I showed him how to use the pads, and told him that he should shower at least twice a day to keep fresh. I think he will be OK."

"Thanks for your help," said Rose. "Would you like to stay and have some brunch? Max is a wonderful cook."

"Sure, why not?" said Martha. "I only had coffee this morning."

"Thanks," said Charlene. "Great!" Rose said. "Have a seat on the patio, I'll get Max started and join you in a minute. " 

Martha and Charlene moved toward the patio while Rose went into the bedroom to get Max. This was going to be most enjoyable! Rose found Max in the bathroom, fumbling with the pad and panties. 

Rose smiled to herself, but said sternly, "Stop playing with yourself. You know it's forbidden to touch yourself without my permission. Do you want another spanking?"

"No Mistress," said Max turning a little pale. I was just . . ."

"I don't care," said Rose cutting him off. "Martha and Charlene are joining us for brunch. It's time to get busy. I'll expect you to serve in thirty minutes. Don't keep us waiting!"

With that Rose walked out, leaving Max shaken. He was going to have to cook and serve Charlene and Martha like this! Oh god! This was going to be so embarrassing! But Max didn't have time to dwell on his predicament, for just then he felt the watch on his wrist vibrate. It was time to drink another two glasses of water already. Max didn't want to upset Rose further, so he hurried to the kitchen to drink his water and start the meal. 

The three women on the patio chatted merrily while Max worked in the kitchen to prepare the brunch Rose had ordered. About fifteen minutes into preparing the meal, the full impact of his situation hit Max. The two large glasses of water had started to work their way through his system and the dripping now became a steady flow. Worse (and for reasons Max did not understand) moving about would occasionally release a large flood of urine into his padded panties. Unfortunately, Max in his rush to meet Rose's deadline, could not stop to check his pad (although he did feel it becoming heavier and wetter inside the panties). When he finished preparing the food, Max was forced to leave the relative safety of the kitchen to serve his Mistress and her guests on the patio. 

While he was serving, Max began to feel very wet inside his panties, but before he could retreat back into the house, Charlene pointed at him and said, "Max you're leaking."

Max looked down and could see red colored urine leaking down both his legs. The front of his panties was stained bright red and bulged with the saturated pad. Embarrassed, Max blushed furiously and dropping the plates he was holding rushed into the house. Rose looked at Martha and both women smiled in satisfaction. It had begun. Max's problems had started and would now remain with him for the next week. As Rose took a bite of her food, she sighed in anticipation of the further humiliations that would soon be imposed on her new pet. The next week promised to be more entertaining than her honeymoon!

In the bathroom, Max removed the stained panties and dropped then into the trash. Standing over the toilet, he struggled to clean himself. His whole front and thighs were stained red with the dyed urine and fluid ran steadily from the tube. See the futility of cleaning himself with paper, Max jumped into the shower and rinsed himself clean. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself and then fetching a pad from the box on the toilet tank, he pressed the pad over his penis and the tube to absorb the ceaseless flow of urine. Stepping from the tub, Max waddled into the bedroom holding the pad in place over his leaking penis to get another pair of panties from his drawer. Fortunately, Rose had stocked the drawer full of the thong style panties and Max took the topmost pair and quickly put them on to secure the pad in place over his flowing penis. As if on cue, the watch on Max's wrist vibrated again, and Max was forced to rush to the kitchen and drink another two large glasses of water. 

Seeing him in the kitchen, Rose called to him, "Max come here and clean up. We are ready for dessert."

Max blushed, but went directly to the patio to clear the table for dessert. As he bent over the table clearing the plates, Rose began stroking is bare ass and commenting about his predicament to Martha and Charlene, "Poor pet! Struggling with your first period. Having to deal with those bulky pads and the constant flow and the discomfort of it all. And those embarrassing accidents!" 

Martha and Rose chucked at the sarcasm; only Charlene remained sympathetic to his plight, and looking at Max with her kind blue eyes. Rose's administrations; however, did not remain confined to Max's ass. She soon reached between his legs and began rubbing the front of his padded panties. The embarrassment of the situation coupled with her humiliating words and tactile stimulation, caused Max's penis to stiffen. Max struggled to gain control of himself but to no avail. In the end, the women's laughter and Charlene's sympathetic stare did him in, and Max became fully erect. 

The sensation of being fully erect with the tube in his penis was strange. It was as if he was somehow impaled on the tube. Max's penis felt thicker and larger and his groin also felt full. Unfortunately, having an erection did not clamp-off the tube; instead the effect was exactly the opposite. The tube was straighter and more directly angled and urine poured out of it like a hose. Worse, Max's erection had pushed the front of his panties visibly outward and Max could feel the thong pressing tighter against his ass. Since the panties were already tight due to the pad, the erection stretched them beyond the point where they could completely cover him, and gaps opened between Max's thighs and the elastic leg openings, revealing his stiff penis to Charlene and Martha. Max blushed furiously as the women took note of his erection. Of course, the embarrassment only made matters worse and Max's erection became rock hard and he started to throb. 

As the urine continued to pour out of his bladder, the pad became saturated and a bright red stain spread across the front of the tented panties. The end of the tube slipped out of the gap that had opened in the panty legs, and urine ran down Max's right leg. 

"God! He has absolutely no control," exclaimed Martha. "What a total slut he is!"

Rose slapped Max's exposed ass and said, "You are a slut! You should be ashamed of yourself! Who gave you permission to have an erection? God! Look at you, like a baby, peeing all over yourself! How dare you embarrass me like this!"

"Please Mistress . . . I didn't intend to . . . I can't control . . . the tube . . . ," stammered Max.

"I don't care! You always have an excuse! Get to the bathroom and clean yourself up! I'll deal with you later, and I assure you that you will learn to behave before long!"

Max ran toward the door and into the house, trailing urine down his leg all the way. Martha smiled knowingly at Charlene and Rose chuckled softly and in satisfaction. God! This was going to be so entertaining! While Max fumbled in the bathroom cleaning himself, the three women finished their meal. 

"A most delightful morning," said Martha. "I envy you. If only I were twenty years younger! But alas, it's now past noon and I need to go."

"Thanks for your help," responded Rose. "Sure you don't want to stay?"

"No I really must go. If you need anything you can call either me or Charlene. Plus, Charlene is too sympathetic to stay for any serious training. I need to work on that with her."

"Really?" said Rose, noting that Charlene was blushing.

"I'm afraid she's right," said Charlene embarrassed. "But Martha is helping me."

"OK" said Rose. "Well thanks again. See you in a week!"

"For sure!" said Martha as the women walked toward their car. "I can't wait to see how the sissy-boy is a week from now!"

Rose closed the door behind them and thought: I can't wait either!

For Max, the rest of the day was sheer hell. Rose kept him busy cooking and cleaning and moving about the house. Somehow she also managed to keep him sexually excited and therefore erect and flowing uncontrollably. She was always rubbing his bare ass, or showing off her magnificent body. Max was deeply in love with her and very attracted to her as well. Rose knew this, and spent much of the day walking around clothed only in her thin robe, sash untied with the front open exposing her large wonderful breasts and her incredible pussy. 

To Max, time seemed to standstill with one exception: the watch on his wrist seemed to vibrate at ever shorter intervals, signaling that it was time, yet again, to drink more water. Urine continued to flow out of him ceaselessly at a steady rate and the day dragged on in endless embarrassment. Max soon lost count of the number of times he was forced to run to the bathroom and change and shower. By evening he was exhausted. The unending flow of liquids through his body coupled with the constant struggle to keep dry and prevent further accidents had kept Max on his feet and on the move all day. However, Rose was not done with him. 

As they readied for bed, his Mistress announced, "Up to now I have been lax with you allowing time for your adjustment to married life. However, the time has come to impose a more regular and rigid routine. You exist to serve me and for my pleasure. Tomorrow your training will begin and I have developed a daily list of activities you are to perform. These include not only housework and other domestic tasks, but personal duties like assisting me with my bath and other intimate activities."

Max looked at his Mistress dumbly but managed a, "Yes Mistress," in response to Rose's announcement. "Good! Casting off her robe, Rose pointed at the floor directly in front of her feet and said, "Kneel and service me!" Max knelt before Rose, his eyes level with her exposed pussy. He became immediately erect at the sight of his naked sexy Mistress and looked down at her feet. 

"You must always begin with a kiss. This shows your submission and respect for the superior sex." 

Max blushed, but looked up and stared at the source of his Mistress's superiority. As Rose spread her legs, Max bent forward and kissed the lips of her pussy, reverently and lovingly. 




The Marriage



"Good. Now service me, slut!" 

Max kissed her again and started licking her lips and clitoris. Rose grabbed his head and thrust his face into her sex, moaning lightly with pleasure. "Yes, that's right! Yes!"

As Max serviced his Mistress and felt and heard her responses, his penis became rock hard and began to throb. Of course, this caused the urine to flow rapidly out of his bladder through the catheter and the pad in his panties began to swell as it absorbed the fluid. Fortunately, Rose rapidly climaxed before another accident occurred. Seeing Max's bulging panties, Rose reached inside and took the end of the tube and pinched it closed, stopping the flow. Pulling Max to his feet, she took a paperclip from the night stand and placed it on the pinched tube. 

"Get my strap-on, slut!" 

Max rushed to comply with his Mistress's order and within seconds was kneeling before her, strap-on in hand. "Kiss it, and put it on me." 

Max kissed the fake phallus and fastened it onto his Mistress, hands shaking. "Turn around; I'm going to take you up the ass slut." 

Max turned around, and when he was in position, Rose pushed the string of the thong out of Max's ass and in one smooth movement penetrated his lubricated ass. Max moaned in pleasure and his penis throbbed. Rose pumped the dildo in and out of his ass slowly at first, her rhythm building as her excitement grew. 

"Oh Mistress!" moaned Max. "I love you so. Oh god! It feels so good to have you inside me!"

"Indeed! What a slut you are!" replied Rose, breathing hard as her climax approached. 

Rose came, thrusting hard and penetrating her slut's ass as deeply as possible, moaning softly. Max also moaned, his penis throbbing uncontrollably. When Rose had finished, she unfastened the strap-on and climbed into bed, leaving Max on his knees with the dildo in his ass. 

Max crawled to the edge of the bed where his panting Mistress lay, the strap-on slipping out of his ass. "Please Mistress . . . please let me cum . . . please!"

Rose looked at him and smiled lazily. "You can't. You're on your period."

"Mistress, please! My penis is throbbing so. Please, I'll do anything, please!"

Rose chuckled softly glancing at the bulge in the front of his panties. "I bet you would, slut. But there is nothing I can do while you are on your period."

Max was about to plead with her to remove the tube, but just then the vibrator on his wristwatch went off again, signaling that it was time for more water. Climbing to his feet, Max rushed to the bathroom to drink yet another glass of water and to change his saturated pad. When he returned, Rose was asleep and breathing softly. Max climbed into bed beside his Mistress and lay down quietly so as not to wake her. His erection had vanished but his groin felt uncomfortably full and his balls ached slightly. Max felt incredibly frustrated. How unfair being a male was! Rose could have her pleasure while he must remain excited but unsatisfied. All the troubles and humiliations of the day suddenly overwhelmed Max and he began to cry softly into his pillow. 

Beside him, Rose smiled to herself in the dark. As usual Max was responding wonderfully. A week 'on the rag' would leave him as putty in her hands for what would follow. God! Within a few weeks he would be the perfect pet! As she reflected on his training, Rose noticed that Max had stopped crying and was asleep. Rose sighed contentedly and drifted off into a deep satisfied sleep. 

The next few days were much the same for Max. Rose kept him busy and sexually excited as he worked around the house. The constant drinking and changing of panties and pads soon began to wear on Max. By mid week he was exhausted both physically and emotionally. By the end of the week, Max was an emotional wreck, crying almost as often as he was forced to change himself. Rose, used him mercilessly almost every night, taking him up the ass, sometimes several times. By the morning of the seventh day, Max was ready to fall apart. Fortunately, the doorbell rang early in the morning, waking both Max and Rose. 

"Get the door that must be Martha," said Rose. 

Max blushed at the thought of having to answer the door in his panties and saturated pad, but he remembered why Martha was here: it was time to remove the tube in his penis and end this cursed period! Max rushed to the door and opened it to admit Martha. To his surprise, it was Charlene at the door dressed in her white nurse's uniform. Max blushed under the gaze of her kind blue eyes, and stepping aside, looked down at the floor in embarrassment. 

"Hello Max," said Charlene stepping into the house. "No need to be so embarrassed, I'm here to remove your catheter. Surely you must be happy that your period is coming to an end at last!" 

Max nodded his head, but did not look up. He could see that his panties bulged with the saturated pad and that the front was stained bright red. Charlene seeing his embarrassment smiled sympathetically and said, "Let's go into the bathroom and remove the catheter."

Charlene followed Max into the bedroom. Max proceeded directly to the adjoining bathroom, anxious to have the tube removed and to change the wet panties. Seeing Rose, Charlene stopped and greeted her. 

"Good morning Rose. I'm here to remove Max's catheter. Martha couldn't come, but sends you her best wishes and hopes all is going well with Max."

"Indeed it is," replied Rose slightly disappointed that Martha was unable to come. "I have a few questions for you when you're finished with Max. Can you stay a few minutes?"

"Yes. I'll only be a moment with Max."

Rose nodded. "I'll put on some coffee. Meet you in the kitchen."

Charlene nodded and went into the bathroom, where she found Max naked and sitting on the toilet. "Stand up over the toilet," said Charlene, "so I can remove the catheter." 

Max blushed but complied, driven by the desire to have the cursed tube removed at last. Charlene grabbed Max's penis, which immediately grew hard in her hand. 

"Hold still now," instructed Charlene, "it will be out in a second." 

Cutting the catheter, Charlene deflated the bulb in Max's bladder and then gently pulled the tube out of his penis. Throwing the tube in the trash Charlene said, "There it's out and your period is over. You can shower and get cleaned up now." 

Max looked down at his erect penis noting the feeling of freedom and lightness without the tube. As Charlene left the bathroom, Max stepped into the shower to clean himself, glad that his period was finally over. His penis was still stiff and his balls felt full. God! He needed to cum so bad! Hopefully Rose would let him today or tonight. Max didn't know, but he would soon be cumming sooner than he would have imagined. Of course if he knew the circumstances, he probably would not have been quite so anxious.

Rose placed two cups of coffee on the table as Charlene entered the kitchen. "How's Max doing?"

"Fine" replied Charlene. "No ill effects from the catheterization."

"Good. Did Martha give you the enema equipment?"

"Yes. It's in my bag. Would you like to review the procedure?"

"No, it's simple and I remember it. Martha said that there were no practical limits on the number of enemas that can be given. Is that correct?"

"Yes. However, you will need to balance the solution, otherwise it can be dangerous."

"Martha told me about that. One tablespoon of salt per quart of water; water temperature one- hundred degrees Fahrenheit."

"Yes, that's right. If you are consistent, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Anything else?" "No." "You seem concerned."

"Don't mind me. Martha is always giving me a hard time. I just can't help feeling sorry for him. It's the way I am."

Rose laughed and said, "Don't feel sorry for him. The slut loves it, even if it doesn't seem like it."

"That's what Martha said," replied Charlene. Rose smiled at her and Charlene blushed.

"Well I need to be going. I will be back in three weeks with Martha for his next period."

"Excellent," said Rose walking Charlene to the door. "Till then."

"Till then. Bye."

Rose went into the bedroom so Max could perform their morning routine: giving her a bath and then dressing. She found Max standing naked at his dresser over an open drawer looking confused and undecided. "Well, don't just stand there, prepare my bath."

"Mistress . . . what shall I wear? My period is over and . . . well I . . ."

"Nothing. Unless you wish to continue wearing the pads and panties. I would think however, that you would be glad to be done with them."

"Yes Mistress . . . but . . ."

"But what? Get my bath ready now. I don't expect to have to keep repeating myself."

Max gulped, but his Mistress' harsh tone told him to keep quiet and get the bath ready. Max closed the open drawer and went into the bathroom to prepare Rose's bath. After bathing Rose and helping her dress, she said, "It's time to begin your training. We will start by working on your ability to control yourself. I want you to continue drinking water, but you are not to urinate without my permission."

"Yes Mistress," responded Max confused and becoming worried.

"Good. Go drink some water and then start your usual household chores. I'll summon you later."

"Yes Mistress," replied Max leaving to start his chores. The catheter had left Max's bladder empty so it was almost half the day before the effects of water became apparent. In the early afternoon, Max needed to urinate badly. 

"Mistress?"

"Yes," replied Rose looking up from a magazine she was reading on the patio. "I need to pee. May I please go to the bathroom?"

Rose smiled. "Not yet. I have not been pleased with your self-control. Let's see if you can improve."

Max wanted to please his Mistress and even though he needed to go badly, he could probably wait awhile longer. "Yes Mistress."

"Good. And don't forget to keep drinking your water."

"Yes Mistress." 

Max went back to his chores and soon his wristwatch vibrated signaling that it was time for another glass of water. About thirty minutes later, Max's need to urinate was becoming urgent, so he was forced to approach Rose again. 

"Mistress?"

"Yes?"

"Please, I need to pee really badly. May I go to the bathroom?"

"So soon?" said Rose feigning disappointment.

"Yes Mistress," replied Max timidly. 

Rose could see that his need was quite urgent since he moved his feet from side to side and squeezed his legs slightly. Getting up, she stood behind her shuffling pet and grabbing his deflated penis began to rub it. Within seconds it was rock hard in her hands, but she continued masturbating Max for a few more seconds. 

"There that should keep you for a little longer. Go fill the pitcher with water and bring it to me with two empty glasses."

"Yes Mistress," replied Max hurrying off to the kitchen. 

The erection helped to reduce the urgent need to pee, but increased the sensation of fullness in his groin. Filling the pitcher with water was torture. It seemed to take forever and by the time it was full, Max's erection was gone and he was shuffling from side to side in an effort to control his overly full bladder. Returning with the pitcher and glasses, he placed them on the patio table and announced, "Here they are Mistress."

Rose smiled and said, "Pour me a glass of water."

Max took the pitcher and quickly poured his Mistress a glass of water, holding out the full glass when he was done pouring. The sound of the water filling the glass left him squeezing his legs together. 

Rose did not take the offered glass but said, "Drink it."

Max squirmed, visibly alarmed at her command, but drank the water not daring to disobey his Mistress. While he was drinking, Rose again went behind him and taking his penis massaged it. Max almost immediately became erect to Rose's delight. She knew it would be much harder for him to urinate with an erection and that as long as he was hard, the conflict between the desperate need to urinate and the need to cum would leave him painfully uncomfortable as well as physically and emotionally conflicted. 

When Max had finished drinking the water she said, "Fill the glass again." Max complied, his hands shaking. 

Rose knew that she had to be careful. Max had not cum in over a week and she knew that he would lose control easily. She did not want him to cum. Not yet. He needed to learn that he had no control over himself. That she was in control. Although Max was eager to please, he had not yet fully grasped this fact, at least not consciously. This was what his training was about. Not to help him get more control over his body and mind, but to show him that he had no control; that she was in complete and total control. That his pleasure and pain was hers to give and to take and that she controlled his body. 

"Now take the other glass and slowly pour the water from the full glass into the empty one."

Max started to pour the water from one glass into the other. His hands were shaking as well as his legs. Rose stroked his penis softly, keeping him uncomfortably erect. His need to urinate was desperate and even with the erection it took effort not to lose control of his near bursting bladder. 

"Good boy," purred Rose. "Keep pouring the water from one glass to the other. Back and forth, slowly."

Max started to sweat with the effort. His whole body shook and he moaned. Rose continued to lightly stroke his penis, standing behind him, her voluptuous body pressed close to his. 

"That's such a good boy. Now don't spill any of the water."

"Please Mistress," pleaded Max.

"Please what?"

"Oh god! I need to pee so badly! Please Mistress," moaned Max his legs trembling.

"Indeed? It doesn't appear that way from where I'm standing," Rose replied grabbing his penis, giving it a tug.

Max groaned, spilling some of the water as he continued to pour it from glass to glass. Rose went back to lightly stroking his penis occasionally caressing his balls which were very full and distended. "I said, don't spill the water! You need to concentrate and focus. You need to learn control." "Yes Mistress,' stammered Max. "Please Mistress I can't hold it much longer. Please!"

"Sure you can. You are not to pee until I give you permission. If you do, you will be severely punished! Now stop complaining and hold it. Learn control."

"Yes Mistress," moaned Max. 

However, he knew that time was running out and hoped Rose would not make him wait much longer. His whole body was trembling and covered in sweat. His hands shook as he poured the water and the glasses felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds each. His knees trembled with the effort of standing and his groin area and penis throbbed with the conflicted sensations of simultaneous pleasure and near-pain. His almost bursting bladder pressed against his full and overly stimulated prostrate sending ripples of sensation through his entire groin area and into his penis. If he had not cum in over a week and Rose was not stroking his penis and keeping him hard, he would have been dribbling urine uncontrollably. But Max's hopes for his Mistress's acquiescence to his physical needs were not to be realized. Suddenly and without warning, his conflicted penis deflated and Max found that he was peeing uncontrollably. His conflict between sexual need and bodily necessity had ended with necessity, as the victor.

"Damn!" shouted Rose grabbing his arm and roughly twisting him around to face her. "Who gave you permission to pee? I just told you not to pee, didn't I?"

"Mistress . . . I . . . it . . . ," stammered Max.

"I'm tired of your feeble excuses slut. It's time to teach you a lesson. You've had this coming for a long time!" With that, Rose sat in the nearest chair, and pulling Max's arm, dragged him face down over her lap. With her bare hands she began to spank him with considerable force, each slap leaving a large bright red handprint on his upturned butt. 

"How dare you pee like a baby! Have you no control whatsoever? Damn you!"

Max yelped out in both pain and surprise at his Mistress's sudden fury. God! He had failed again and Rose was angry at him. He loved her so and all he wanted to do was please her. Whatever he did was wrong! Max started to cry, more from shame and self-disappointment than from the pain of the spanking. 

"Please Mistress," he cried. "I'm sorry. I love you and I want to please you so bad. Please I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Love! This is how you show me your devotion? I ask you to do a simple thing, to exercise some control, and you pee all over like a baby. "

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'm so sorry! Please!"

"Indeed! Well you don't know how sorry you're going to be! Do you know what happens to sluts that can't control themselves? That pee all over like babies?"

"No Mistress . . . please . . . oh god . . . I'm so sorry . . ."

"Well, I'll tell you. They wear diapers!"

"No!" said Max completely taken aback by his Mistress's announcement. 

"Yes! And how dare you say no to me!" 

Yanking Max off her lap, Rose stood up and grabbing him by the ear, pulled him toward the house and into the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed she said, "Lie down on your back and spread your legs." 

Rose continued on into the bathroom and Max, dumbfounded rolled onto his back, more by reflex than through any conscious thought. When Rose stepped out of the bathroom, her arms were full. Tucked under one arm was a large white bulky diaper; in her hands were bottles of powder, Vaseline, and a box of baby wipes. Max stared at her in disbelief. He had not really thought that Rose had been serious about the diapers. 

"Spread those legs slut!" 

Max still not believing his ears slowly spread his legs. 

"Come on! Hurry it up! We need to get these on, before you have another 'accident' and wet the bed." 

Max blushed but spread his legs. 

"Put your knees up." 

Max raised his knees and Rose moved between them. Taking a wipe from the box, she rubbed it over Max's penis which came to life again and began to grow stiff with her touch. Next Rose took some Vaseline and began to smear it over his stiffening penis. 

"My, what a slut you are!" 

Max blushed, but Rose ignored him. Grabbing the diaper, she said, "Raise your butt off the bed so I can slide this under you." 

Max complied without thinking, his mind preoccupied with the thought of being diapered. Somehow this excited him though he could not say why. It was of course the ultimate humiliation: being returned to infancy, completely dependant on another for the most basic of bodily needs. Rose quickly slid the diaper under his raised ass and Max lower himself onto the thick padding. Pulling the front of the diaper up and between his legs, she fastened it into place about the waist.

The sensation was overwhelming. The diaper felt thick, strangely comforting while being uncomfortable, and sensuous against his skin. Max became immediately rock hard as the soft padding rubbed against him. "You are not to touch your diaper without my permission. If you do, you will be severely punished. Now go and clean up the patio and get back to your chores."

"Yes Mistress," said Max getting up off the bed. 

Not wanting to anger her more, he quickly left without another word. As he walked to the patio, his movements further stimulated his penis, the padding of the diaper rubbing against it with every step. If Rose had not lubricated him with the Vaseline he might of cum just from this stimulation. However, the greasy cream dampened the stimulus just enough to prevent this, but not enough to prevent his movements from keeping him stimulated. As Max moved about, this low-level stimulation became torture. He was so incredibly aroused yet he could not cum! Worse, considering recent events, it was not likely Rose would be disposed to allow him any relief today. Max fretted about this as he worked. It had already been over a week and he was about to explode. His hands and knees trembled and his head felt light and his stomach heavy. He was becoming distraught and would crack soon. God! He needed to cum so bad!




The Marriage



Rose smiled to herself and sighed. This was somewhat more work than she had thought, but all was going exactly according to plan. She knew that Max must now be monitored very carefully. He was about ready to explode and she didn't want him to cum until she was ready. In his over- stimulated state the slightest miscalculation would prove disastrous and she would lose a week. The best way to prevent this was to keep his bladder full and his need to urinate constant and continually urgent. 

Going into the kitchen where Max was preparing their next meal, she said, "You are to keep drinking water every hour until I tell you to stop."

"Yes Mistress," said Max bewildered.

However, he was not about to protest or argue with Rose. On the hour he drank another large glass and continued with his work. It was not long before his need to pee became urgent again. When his bladder became painful, he timidly approached Rose and said, "Mistress I need to pee really badly. Can I go to the bathroom?"

Rose looked and him, her eyes running up and down his body. "You are wearing your bathroom. You may use it whenever you like." 

Max was mortified. He had thought the diaper was a punishment for his losing control; a way to shame him. Never did he consider that Rose had intended for him to use it. Max didn't know what to do. How could he wet himself? God! That would be so humiliating! 

Rose seeing his hesitation said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Wet yourself and get back to work. I'm getting hungry and I don't want dinner to be late."

Max blushed. Now he was really in trouble. Rose had asked him to wet himself in front of her and he would have no choice but to comply. God! This was so embarrassing. Although Max had to pee badly, consciously trying to wet himself proved difficult. It went against all his adult instincts. 

Rose looked at him suppressing a smile of satisfaction and said, "Well hurry it up and get it over with. This is part of your punishment. You didn't think you would get off with just a spanking did you? You're going to use those diapers until I am satisfied you can control yourself."

Max was taken aback by his Mistress's harsh words, but he knew he was trapped. The sooner he got used to wetting himself, the sooner Rose might relent and let him use the bathroom again. Concentrating, he forced himself to clear his mind and relax his muscles so the urine would begin to flow. After what seemed like forever, and with a bursting bladder to aid him, Max felt the first trickle of warm urine inside the diaper. Once it started, the flow increased into a flood and Max could feel the warm (almost hot) liquid pour into the diaper, wetting his penis, balls, and groin. The sensation was overpowering and almost sensual. Looking down, Max could see that the front of the diaper was bulging and had turned yellow. He blushed and immediately became hard again. God! This was so incredibly humiliating and embarrassing! He had just wet himself and in front of Rose no less. Rose could not control her smile and she saw the look of surprise and embarrassment on Max's face. 

Pointing at his bulging diaper she commented, "I see from the way your diaper is bulging that there is more than pee in there. I will have to watch you closely, since wetting yourself seems to excite you. What a total slut you are!"

Max was even more embarrassed, if that was possible and he turned bright red from his waist to his hairline. God! This was so, so, very humiliating. And how it excited him. His penis was throbbing as well as his heart. The need to cum was more urgent than ever. "Mistress please . . . I . . ."

"You what? Don't tell me you are sorry again! You wet yourself like the slut you are. That's why I put you in diapers. At least the floor is dry."

"No Mistress . . . please . . . I need your help . . . I don't . . . I've never felt this way before . . . please."

"Felt which way?"

"God! I'm so embarrassed! I don't know how to say this . . . my penis . . . it's throbbing . . . I feel weak . . . it's been so long since I've cum . . . it's making me feel ill. Please I need your help."

Rose could see that Max was almost in tears as he finally confided in her. This was excellent. He was almost there. "Indeed?" said Rose with a hint of sympathy.

"Oh yes Mistress! Please I need your help so bad. I don't know what to do!"

"It's good that you have confided in me and have told me this. I have been waiting for you to do so. We will talk about this some more after dinner. I am hungry, but as soon as we have eaten I will help you."

Max immediately brightened. "Yes Mistress, thank you! I love you so much!"

"Yes, I love you too Max. Now get dinner ready."

Max was elated. Rose was going to help him! God! He loved her so much! Going to the kitchen he quickly finished dinner; his mind whirling. Unfortunately, all the water he had drank rapidly filled his bladder again and he was forced to wet himself several more times during the meal preparation. After each wetting he became immediately excited again and the urge to cum returned more powerful than ever. By the time dinner was ready, Max's stomach was in a knot and he could barely eat. The meal seemed to drag, but Rose seemed to be enjoying the food as usual. 

When she had finished, Rose got up and said, "I'll be in the living room. When you are done cleaning up, come to me there and we can talk."

"Yes Mistress," said Max moving quickly to clear the table. Clean up seemed to take forever, but finally Max put the last dish away and the final pot in the dishwasher. Drying his hands, he went into the living room where Rose was relaxing, reading a book. 

"I'm done Mistress," announced Max standing before her in his saturated diaper.

"Good," said Rose. "I take it you want to cum. It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"Yes Mistress," replied Max optimistically. 

"Indeed. Well, this is part of your training. To teach you about control. I am very pleased that you finally approached me about this. I have been waiting. However, we are not quite done yet. There is one more exercise you need to perform before you can cum."

"Yes Mistress," said Max a little disappointed, but still optimistic.

"Go into the bathroom. There you will find a large red bag and a tube. Fill the bag with warm water and bring it and the tube here."

"Yes Mistress," said Max confused, but anxious to comply with Rose's request. 

Going to the bathroom, Max found the strange red rubber bag and tube on the sink counter top and he proceeded to fill the bag, as requested. 

In the living room, Rose waited smiling. Max had partially broken and after only a day! This was wonderful. She would now try and take him all the way. With any luck, by tomorrow, the next day at the latest, he would be completely hers. Max returned holding the enema bag in one hand and the tube in the other. The large red bag wobbled as he walked, rippling with fluid. Rose smiled to herself. Max had obviously never had an enema and did not even know what one was. This was obvious from glancing at the bag, which was filled to almost overflowing. If he had known, he would never have filled the bag so full! 

"Good," said Rose taking the bag and the hose. "Now remove your diaper; just let if fall to the floor."

Max did as instructed, letting the heavy diaper fall to the floor with a dull thud. The air hit his damp pudenda, chilling his erect penis slightly. Rose looked at him and said, "I am going to give you an enema. I will place one end of this tube in your ass and connect the other end to this bag. When I invert the bag, the water will flow into your ass. You will feel some discomfort as it does. Under no circumstance are you to lose control. I want you to hold and retain all the water until I give you permission to expel it."

"Yes Mistress," said Max his eyes widening as he looked at the bag again. If he had only known, he would have never filled the bag so full!

"Good boy. Now bend over so I can put the tube in your ass." 

Max complied and Rose took one end of the tube (which ended in a bulb with holes in it) and slid it into his already well lubricated ass. With the tube inserted, she quickly connected the other end to the enema bag and inverted it, starting the flow. Max could feel the warm water entering his ass at a steady rate. At first the sensation was pleasant, but as more water entered him and the pressure built, Max suddenly felt severe cramps and almost an overwhelming need to go to the bathroom.

"Oh Mistress!" moaned Max. "Please I need to go! I can't hold it. The cramps are so bad!"

"Shush! Be still!" said Rose, pinching the tube and cutting off the flow of water. She moved around Max and placing her hands on his stomach, rubbed his belly. "It will pass in a moment. Squeeze your ass and breathe deeply." 

As Rose rubbed his stomach, she let her hands stray and stroked his penis and caressed his balls. Max instantly became erect signaling to Rose that it was time to continue with the enema. Releasing her pinch on the tube, she started the flow again. 

Max immediately felt the water start to enter him. God! He had never felt so excited. His penis throbbed and his balls ached. The water added further pressure to his groin and he felt full there as well. As the water continued to flow into him, the cramping returned and Max fought to maintain control. He squeezed his ass and moaned as wave after wave of cramps swept through his bowels. These were accompanied by waves of pleasure throbbing through his groin and into his penis. The sensation was strange alternating between pleasure and pain. 

"Please Mistress! I need to go so bad! Please!"

Rose stroked his penis and said, "We're almost done. Hold on just a little longer. You're almost there." 

Max began to sweat and squeezed his trembling ass cheeks tighter. After what seemed an eternity Rose said, "There, the bag is empty." Handing Max the bag she said, "Go to the bathroom and expel. When you are done, refill the bag and bring it back with you."

Max rushed to the bathroom as quickly as he could squeezing his ass to keep the tube in as well as the enema. Once Max reached the toilet he took the tube out with trembling hands and sitting quickly on the toilet expelled. It seemed to take forever as wave after wave of cramps wracked Max's body. When he was done, Max filled the bag again (but not quite so full) and returned with it to Rose. Rose immediately repeated the procedure, stroking Max's penis and balls the entire time. When the bag was empty she told him to expel and return again with a full bag of water. This time, expelling the enema was easier and Max noted that at the end, the water was almost clear. His penis was now throbbing constantly and he had not lost his erection while he was on the toilet. Filling the bag, he returned again to Rose.

"It's now time to test your control further," said Rose after she had placed the tube in his ass. 

Instead of attaching the other end of the tube to the bag, Rose pulled a second length of tube from her robe pocket and fastened it to the end of the first tube, and then fastened the other end to the bag. In the middle of the lengthened tube a bulb protruded like those found on a sphygmomanometer. Rose handed the bulb to Max and inverted the full enema bag. This time; however, the water did not flow into Max. 

Stroking his penis lightly Rose said, "You will give yourself an enema this time. Every time you squeeze the bulb, water will squirt into your ass and I will stroke your penis. The more you squeeze, the more I stroke. When you stop, I stop. You have permission to cum, so if you can exercise proper control you may get what you are seeking." And with that, Rose immediately stopped caressing his throbbing penis. 

Max blushed in humiliation. He was going to have to give himself the enema! But his extreme excitement urged him onwards. He squeezed the bulb and felt warm liquid squirt into his ass. As he released the bulb, Rose stroked his sensitive penis sending a wave of pleasure along his stiff shaft. Max squeezed the bulb a couple of more times in quick succession and Rose stroked his penis lightly keeping pace with him. Her touch was electric and Max shuddered with pleasure on each stroke. However, in order to achieve orgasm Max realized he would need to squeeze the bulb rapidly and in quick succession without pause so that Rose's stroking would generate the desired effect. After about thirty seconds and about the same number of squeezes a wave of cramps hit him and Max was forced to stop and squeeze his trembling ass so as not to expel. 

Sensing his problem Rose said, "Have you tired so soon? You had better not spill a drop or you will be severely punished. Keep squeezing until you have emptied every drop from the bag."

Max fought for control. He knew if he failed that Rose would not only punish him, but that she would almost certainly not let him cum. Perhaps for days or even weeks. And Max needed to cum so very badly. After the cramps had passed, Max resumed his squeezing, letting out a moan with each squirt of water and each stroke on his sensitive penis. After approximately another thirty or so squeezes of the bulb, another wave of cramps hit him and Max was forced to stop again and squeeze his ass. His body was covered in a light sweat and his legs, hands, and ass were trembling from the conflicting sensations it was experiencing and the effort required to maintain control. 

Rose cupped his balls and massaging them every so lightly said, "Poor pet! You want to cum so bad, but you can't control yourself long enough to achieve your desire."

"Mistress, please" said Max, "the cramps keep coming. It's so hard to keep the water in. Please let me stop, please!"

"You may stop whenever you wish. However, there will be no cumming until you master this simple exercise. But perhaps you would prefer to wait until tomorrow or the next day before attempting it again."

"No Mistress, no. Please," responded Max. 

He needed to cum so bad and the thought of waiting another day or more was too much. Max began to squeeze the bulb again tightening the muscles in his ass. 

"Oh Mistress, please help me! It hurts so badly, but I want to please you so. I love you so much!"

Rose smiled to herself. Almost there! "Indeed my pet. You are pleasing me. I enjoy your suffering. Suffer some more for your Mistress."

"Yes Mistress," moaned Max squeezing the bulb and fighting off yet another wave of cramps. 

It soon became clear to Max; however, that this was yet another losing battle. If he wanted to achieve orgasm he would need to squeeze the bulb without stopping but this would without doubt cause him to lose control of the enema and expel it where he stood. Max knew that if he did that, Rose would be angry and he would be severely punished. The only way he would be able to empty the bag without expelling was to squeeze the bulb slowly and to pause frequently. 

As such, he would not achieve orgasm. Although he was very close to cumming, Rose's stroking was too light and slow to push him over the edge. Max decided that his best course of action would be to slow down and take the entire enema and hope that Rose might reward him by letting him cum after he was finished. To this end he slowed down, pausing frequently to let the cramps settle. However, Rose taunted him mercilessly.

"I see that you don't need to cum as bad as you said you did. Perhaps a few more days, and you will be ready."

"No Mistress. I need to cum so bad, but I can't control the cramping. Please help me! Please. I love you so and I want to please you so badly!" 

"Indeed, and you are my pet. I am enjoying your suffering immensely." 

Max moaned and groaned and continued his pleading, but to no avail. Rose continued to reassure him that she was pleased and to say that he was doing well, but she offered no relief from his torment. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only ten minutes or so, Max finished emptying the enema bag. 

"That's very good my pet," said Rose. "Now let's see how long you can retain your control." With that, she pulled the tube from his ass and said, "Lie down on your back, I am going to put a diaper on you, just in case you fail."

Max was mortified. A diaper! He knew it would not be long before the cramps returned. He had almost lost control during the last set and he knew that if he did not get to the bathroom very soon, he would have an accident. However, he also knew better than to question Rose, so he quickly laid down on the floor, spreading his legs in the now all too familiar position for being diapered. Rose was equally quick for she knew time was short. Within seconds she had the diaper on Max. 

"You may stand up now."

When Max got to his feet, he examined his humiliating condition. His belly was distended from the water and he looked pregnant. The diaper covered his groin, but it did little to conceal the fact that his penis was painfully erect. Within seconds a wave of cramps swept through Max's belly and he was forced to squeeze his ass to keep from expelling. With the diaper on, the thought of losing control was appalling. If he did, Max knew that he would be messing himself like an infant. The shame and humiliation would be overwhelming, especially with Rose watching. The mere thought of this; however, set his penis throbbing. His groin felt uncomfortably full and the soft cloth of the diaper on his penis only aggravated his situation. 

"Look at what a slut you are! Diapered and pregnant with an enema, but excited as ever. Well let's see of you can control yourself. I think, perhaps thirty minutes like this should be a fair test."

Max turned white as he fought off the cramps. Thirty minutes! He would be lucky to last three! If he somehow managed to maintain control during the next set, the following would surely see him fail. And the thought of such an embarrassing and shameful failure was too much to bear. 

"Please Mistress, please! I can't hold it that long. Please!"

"Hmm. We'll see. I shall be disappointed, if you don't."

"Oh god!" moaned Max as another set of cramps hit him. "Please Mistress, mercy!" 

But Rose just stood there and watching a smile on her lips. Max fought to maintain control, but his body was too tired and his muscles fatigued. It began as a small squirt, a trickle of fluid almost. Max could feel the warm fluid enter the crack of his ass and he turned white. 

"Oh no! Please! God no!" 

But it was too late. Even if Rose had relented at that moment, he would have never reached the bathroom. The next cramp sent a sudden uncontrollable explosion of fluid into his ass and Max messed his diaper, filling it with the enema. 

"Oh, god, no!" cried Max embarrassed beyond words. 

He had just messed himself in front of Rose. Worse he had failed again. To his surprise Rose did not appear angry she just stood smiling at him.

"Sit in it, slut," she said.

Max could not believe his ears. He could not have conceived how his situation could have been made worse, but as usual Rose had found a way of humiliating him further. Slowly and reluctantly, Max sat down, his mess enveloping him. In reality his situation was not as bad as he imagined. The first two enemas had cleaned him out, and his diaper contained little more than warm water. However, this did not lessen his embarrassment in the least. 

"Now masturbate for me. But you don't have permission to cum. Let's see what you can do slut."

Max looked down at the front of his diaper. His penis was erect and throbbing. The shame and embarrassment of his situation had made him hyper-excited. After not having cum in over a week, and having spent the last days in a constant state of excitement, it would take at most a stroke or two for him to cum. Worse he was going to have to stick his hand inside the soiled diaper. Both of these considerations gave him pause. 




The Marriage



"Please Mistress, please! Have mercy!"

Rose raised her eyebrows in mock surprise, "I thought you wanted to play with yourself. However, if you are not interested . . ."

"No! It's not that Mistress. I can't control myself. Please give me permission to cum, please!"

"I might," said Rose. "But don't you think you are premature? You haven't even touched yourself yet."

"But . . . but . . ."

"Do it! Or else you can remain in those diapers all night. And I won't let you play with yourself for a month!"

Rose's tone and words sent a shudder through Max and he immediately stuck his right hand inside the front of the diaper and grabbed his penis and started to pump himself. 

"Oh gods! It feels so good! Please Mistress, let me cum, please!"

"In a while. Let me see you put some energy into it. Masturbate yourself harder and faster. Show me you want it. But don't cum. I want to see some control!"

Max squeezed his throbbing penis under the diaper and pleaded, "Please Mistress, please! Let me cum, please!" 

But Rose just stood there smiling and tapping one foot against the floor. There was an excited look in her eyes as if she were waiting for something. Max looked at her confused. 

Rose held her breath. He was almost there. Would he make the final realization? God, if he did, she would have succeeded faster than Martha would have believed. If not, well Rose would not be too disappointed. After all, failure just meant more training, and that would be fun, at least for her!

Max looked at Rose again and noted that the 'excitement' in her eyes was really anticipation. It was as if she was waiting for him to discover some secret. But what secret? Looking deeper he noted that her anticipation was mixed with something else . . . desire? No . . . something more benign . . . longing. She wanted him to figure something out. And she was hoping he would! She wanted him to succeed. But at what? He had failed at everything. He had no control. Rose had made sure of that. She was in control! 

Then it hit him. That's what she wanted him to understand. He had no control. She was his control. She controlled his entire life. Not just where he lived, what he wore, and ate. But his body and mind. She controlled all his bodily functions: bladder, bowels, and of course his penis. In fact, it really wasn't his body it belonged to her, for her pleasure and her desires. Max was thrilled. He had wanted to give himself completely to her from the first day they had met. His sister had tried to explain, but he had failed to understand. Now he did. God! He loved her so much and so intensely! 

His revelation had not come a moment too soon. He was seconds from cumming. Looking up he cried out, "Mistress I have no control. You are my control. I love you so much!"

Rose sucked in her breath. This was what she had been waiting for! Finally he understood! Bending down, she pulled down the front of Max's diaper exposing his penis and said, "You have permission to cum. Cum NOW!"

Max exploded and cum shot out of his penis across the diaper and onto the floor. 

"Oh god! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Oh god! Yes!" moaned Max, his head spinning as the pleasure swept through his body. 

The sensation was so overwhelming that he began to cry. At that moment Rose knew he was hers: perfect and forever. Later that night, she took him up the ass and then let him between her legs, into her pussy. Max came again and Rose could feel the cum inside her, dripping out when he withdrew. Their married life had begun, finally and completely for both of them.

Postscript: The doorbell rang and Max answered the door, wearing only a white apron and blushing furiously. The last month had been quite overwhelming for him, but Max was happy and satisfied. He knew his life would be lived in a constant and continual state of humiliation and embarrassment. But it didn't matter. Rose was happy, and that's all that counted. 

When he opened the door, Charlene greeted him, "Hello Max. How are you?"

"Fine Mistress Charlene," he replied. Charlene was dressed in white and carried a black leather case. 

"It's time for your period again," she said. "I spoke with Rose last night and she said to come a bit later this time."

Max had forgotten about having his period and was a bit surprised by her statement, but he said, "Yes Mistress Charlene. Shall I go into the bedroom?"

"That would be fine."

As Max lay on the bed, Charlene repeated the catheterization procedure. When she was done she said, "You can go put your pads on now. And don't forget to drink your water." "Yes Mistress Charlene," said Max getting up off the bed and going to the bathroom.

Charlene went into the living room where Rose was sitting, reading. "All done. How is he doing?"

"Fantastic!"

"I am glad to hear that. He seems different somehow. I can't quite place it. More obedient, calmer."

Rose smiled. "Yes, you could say that. Thanks for coming by. You'll be back in a week?"

"Yes," said Charlene a little suspiciously.

"Don't worry. Everything is fine. I'll see you in a week then. Sorry to be so short, but I want to take him up the ass right now. I love it when he's on the rag."

Charlene blushed at Rose's frankness and said, "I understand. Till next week, bye."

As Charlene closed the door, Max entered the room, as if on cue. "Come here Max, I want to use your ass now."

Max blushed. "Mistress . . . I am having my period. I'm, sorry."

"It doesn't matter. That's your problem. It doesn't bother or interfere with me in the least. Now get over here and bare your ass."

"Yes Mistress," said Max, exposing his ass. "I love you Mistress, use me. Take your pleasure. It makes me so happy."

"I know my pet. And I will." 



The Marriage Boxes



The idea first came to my husband and I on our honeymoon. He had stopped licking my pussy and said.

"You notice how so many of our friends are divorced, some after only a few years of marriage?"

I groaned at the absence of his tongue, my wet pussy was really all I was thinking of at the time so I said.

"Yes, I've noticed but please put that damn talking tongue of yours back where it was."

Mike did as I asked and soon I was reveling in a wonderfully blissful orgasm, cascading though me and washing Mike's face with my juices. I pulled him up by his hair and kissed his sloppy face, tasting my own cum and relishing it as much as I did his.

"OK! What about our friends?"

I asked when I took a breath. He placed a hand on my left nipple and squeezing it he repeated what he'd said then added.

"I don't want to end up like them, I don't want us to ever grow weary of one another. I know, here in this tropical island that neither of us can see the day it might happen, but are we so special?"

I thought of our friends who all seemed as happy on their wedding day as we were and tightened my arms around Mile and asked.

"So how do we make sure we don't end up like them?"

I reached down and stroked his hard hot cock as I said that anticipating the moment when he would fill my post orgasmic pussy with it and Mike said.

"Val, I think we need to be more aware of one another, do something to renew our love as often as we can, do something to keep us aware of each other and not let ourselves get drowned in life, in bills and kids and all that. We need to always keep the fire of our love warming our life and not let our life cool our love."

I looked at my husband, so young and handsome. Six foot tall, trim and fit, dark piercing blue eyes and a tenderness in him I never expected. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his cock into me. I imagined my own body, five foot five, as slim and trim as Mike, a full head of chestnut hair, breasts the size of small apples and an ass just plump enough to cushion his thrusts and I saw that we'd not always have our youth and energy, how we could easily fall into the same traps that probably started the cracks that led to the dissolution of so many marriages. Mike made love to me that afternoon and as he erupted, letting his hot cum fill my pussy, I vowed to work with my husband to do what we could to keep this flame alive.

The rest of our honeymoon we spent in bliss, having sex whenever we wanted and enjoying each time more then the last. It wasn't till we'd been home a few months and settled back into our respective jobs that we again picked up that thread we'd unspooled on our honeymoon. The spark of the idea came from Mike, but together we'd hashed it out. We'd often discussed our sexual fantasies, some we wanted to experience some that we just enjoyed masturbating to some we knew would not work for both of us. Then Mike said.

"Let's buy three lock boxes. One for you, one for me and one for both of us, and into them we can put our fantasies. We'd each keep the key to our own boxes and the third would be set up so that it would only open to both of our keys. We'd each fill our own boxes with desires or fantasies we'd want to explore. Then on your birthday you'd open you box for me to pick one of your fantasies, on my birthday you'd select on of mine. The fantasies would be sealed in an envelope allowing chance to take us wherever. In the third box we'd each put fantasies and on Christmas, New Year, Valentines Day and our anniversary we open the box and take one out."

I thought about it and knew there were things I just could not do, and I knew Mike also had some things he would not do so I said.

"OK, but we'd need some ground rules. First of all, I can't see inviting other people into our sex life as a good thing so no threesomes, no orgies!"

Mike agreed and we worked out what things we would not do. We did not comment on what we would do so unless it was eliminated anything else was doable. It took a few weeks for the two of us to come up with some fantasies, I guess we were relatively timid and shy at first, most of our initial experiences were tame, dress up, roll playing, sex in different places of the house (washing machine was my favorite).

Now we could always add to our individual boxes and to the "holiday box" as we came to refer to it. In this way we began to push each other a little further into erotica. The first step was the introduction of various "toys" and then more intense roll playing situations. Because Mike's birthday was in March, my birthday was in September, Christmas and New Years at the end of the year, Valentines in February and our anniversary in July, we had a nice spread of time throughout the year. 

To give ourselves time to prepare we'd select the random fantasy a week or so prior to the event. So in late February I came to Mike to select one of his fantasies from his box. He unlocked the box, I closed my eyes and pulled out an envelope and left. Part of the fun was wondering what I'd just committed to so I waited till the next day, alone at work before opening the envelope. We'd been doing this for over ten years now and I still ended up searching for someplace to masturbate once I'd opened the envelope.

I should mention that the envelopes were in themselves unremarkable, that neither of us knew what was selected so the eventual surprise would be for both of us, for the receiver a bit later, for the giver as soon as the envelope was opened. We also destroyed the paper on which the fantasy was written, leaving no evidence for our spouse to find or anyone else for that matter.

Mike's fantasy was one that I had never expected, and I was tempted to ignore it and request a new draw. While that was OK in our game, neither of had done that yet and I really did not want to be the first, besides it was within the guidelines we'd established. So after slipping into the ladies room and stuffing my hands in my pussy for a while, I let the orgasm that came convince me that I could do this. Mike's birthday fell on a Friday and this fantasy would by the rules last the weekend, just a lucky benefit for the fantasy boy, or not! 

The first thing I did was find a place that fit the fantasy, since part of the fantasy was to be outside, I found a secluded cabin in the mountains a few hours from home. Then I spent the next couple of days shopping, certain clothing for me, some toys, some clothing for Mike. The nature of Mike's fantasy made buying the toys a bit of a difficult chore for me, but after I left that store I sat in my car and masturbated to two quick but intense orgasms. Being alone in the adult shop gave me another fantasy, which I soon would put into my box.

Then of course some food, wine etc. As the day neared I found myself stroking my wet pussy frequently, often a few times a day. At night I could not get enough of Mike's hard cock nor was he ever tired of fucking and sucking my slick cunt. It was always this way and sometimes the few days prior to the actual fantasy out shone the fantasy. I didn't think this particular fantasy would have that problem.

The day of our departure I left work at noon and went home to prepare. We'd leave soon after Mike got home. I first collected all the stuff we'd need and packed the car, leaving only the outfits we'd be wearing on the trip. Then I enjoyed a long hot bubble bath, the fragrance of lavender soaking into my skin. I decided that my pussy should be bare so in between stoking my fevered cunt, I shaved my mound clean. It took a bit of contortion but I also managed to remove and hair on my ass and of course my legs. 

I wandered the house naked for a bit, just enjoying the possibility that someone might see me through a window (yes I am a little bit of an exposure freak) then I slipped into my outfit for the trip.

The minute I slid my legs into the black lacy "crotch-less" panties I felt the stirring in my pussy and I wanted to do nothing more then lay on my bed and relieve that itch, but time was ticking and this was after all Mike's fantasy so I resisted. A pair of sheer thigh high stockings encased my smooth legs and then I slid my feet into a pair of black four- inch stilettos. My still firm tits seemed to just our as I paraded in front of the mirror, making my pussy drip. My nipples were hard and swollen. My areole is the size of a dime, a dark brown that makes my creamy white tits look pale in comparison. My nipples are the kind that never really lay flat, but when excited poke out about a quarter inch, longer if Mike's been sucking them. Although I was that fortunate woman who didn't need a bra, tonight I would use one, it was the effect, not the need here. It was black and lacy to match my now soaking panties and it served to lift not cover my tits. The overall look when I'd finished fastening it was so hot. 

I knew Mike would be here soon so I slipped the cute little black cocktail dress over my head, it's hem barely covered my ass. Hair and make up, dark red lipstick and I was ready to greet my husband. Gathering his outfit and a toy, I went to the living room to await my man? Hmm, I thought as I waited! This weekend Mike would certainly be mine, but was "Man" the appropriate word?

When Mike entered the house I could see in his eyes the recognition of which fantasy I'd pulled and he looked at me searching for approval. Playing the scene to the hilt I looked at him and said.

"I'll give you this one error, boy! Now strip and never look in my face again without my permission."

I cracked the whip in the air above his head as he dropped his eyes to the floor and obeyed. I watched as he struggled to quickly remove his clothes and almost laughed. His cock was so hard he fumbled as he tried to remove his briefs. Finally once naked I tossed him part of his outfit. It was a pair of black latex briefs, with a hole for his cock. Again Mike had some difficulty with his too hard cock so I lightly whipped his ass.

"Move it boy, it's not a good thing to keep me waiting like this!"

One more lash, a bit harder fell on his naked ass as he squirmed to put the tight latex briefs on. When he'd finished I admired how his cock protruded, hard and throbbing as I slowly walked a circle about him. The click of my camera seemed to stun him and he blanched. He deserved and received another lash on his now latex covered ass. I tossed a T-Shirt to him and he slipped it on, not able to see the print on the back that said, "Mommy's Boy" in big black letters. A pair of loose fitting slacks and a pair of shoes and I was ushering him out the door.

Now in most marriages, the husband is usually the driver but for this trip Mike would be the passenger. I opened his door for him; doing everything I could to emasculate him. I made sure his seat belt was on then stood back and pulling my dress up enough to show him my wet pussy I said.

"If you want to even taste this cunt, do not, and I repeat, do not fail me in whatever I ask."

Then I pulled my finger through my wet sticky slit and then rubbed my juices under his nose, leaving my scent where he'd never lose it. I slid behind the wheel and let my hem expose my almost naked cunt while I drove Mike to his weekend's dream. Oh there was a bit of fun gassing up the car, I did everything not allowing Mike to "be the man" so to speak. I did allow him to go to the bathroom, even though he never asked to, but I wanted him to let as many people see him, see his shirt and know he was "Mommy's Boy". When he returned his cock was so hard, his loose pants were tented and I realized that they'd been that way as he walked back. BY the time we'd finally made it to the cabin, Mike was so hot he'd of cum if I just said "cum". But we both know he'd have to ear that right. I'll admit it, when I got out of the car, my seat was not just damp, but I could swear there was a pool of pussy juice on my seat.

Once Mike had emptied the car and put everything in the cabin, I had him strip off all but the briefs, and told him to sit on the couch. I sit next to him, his eyes on the floor (good boy) and took his cock in my hands. I felt it tremble at my touch then said.

"You, my boy will have to earn the right to cum. If you cum without permission, then that right will be harder to earn."

Now stroking his hot cock I continued.

"You will be my boy, you will do what I say you will be my fuck toy. If you are a good "fuck toy" I might let you taste me, I might let you suck my cunt, I might let you.... cum!"

I stopped stroking him and let go of his cock. I think he moaned at the loss of my hand but I chose to ignore him. Instead, I went to my bags and pulled out my other "toy" the one that I had so much trouble buying, the one that embarrassed me to ask for, the one that had me fingering myself to multiple orgasms in the car. The one that would make Mike's weekend a dream cum true or a nightmare. Mike could not see me as I removed my dress and strapped on "my cock". I moved in front of Mike, my loving husband, still unsure if he really wanted what was coming. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to see my cock. I let him stare at it, let him see how life like it was, see how it looked so real, let him see how fucking long and think it was, then I pushed it to his lips and beyond.

"Suck me boy! Suck you Mommy's cock!"

And so we began the weekend. Mike sucked my cock and I fucked his mouth. I could see his own cock, impossibly growing harder and bigger as I made Mike in Michelle. He tried to use his hands to hold my ass close but once again the whip lashed out over his naked back and he pulled them back.

"You do what I say, buy. You do what Mommy says, nothing more, nothing less."

When I'd had enough of his blowjob, when my pussy was dripping so much my thighs were drenched I knew the time had come. I pulled my cock out and whipped it back and forth across his face then pulled him once again by the hair and said.

"Hands and knees boy. Show Mommy your ass!"

I watch Mike settle into position and saw his firm male ass slowly pushing it self up and into position. I pulled his latex briefs only far enough to expose his virgin ass. Then I used the whip to leave nice pink to red stripes on each cheek. This was what my husband wanted but I was enjoying the feeling of power and even though I wanted to just ram my cock into his ass, I instead took some time to overload his puckering hole with a desensitizing gel, pushing some into his canal with my finger, then with fingers, stretching his back door, getting it ready. I wanted to fuck my husband's ass, not ruin it.

I noticed his cock was dripping but that he's not cum. Yet! It was his job to hold his cum; it was my job to make that impossible. As I slid the head of my cock up against his anus, he moaned, part in fear I'm sure, but more in eager anticipation. I'd never had anal sex, so it was really a surprise to me that Mike would be the first. I knew as I pushed my cock into him and listened to the mewling he made that I would want to add my ass to my own fantasy.

Slowly I pushed my cock into Mikes' ass and though his hands tightened into fists and his knees quivered, his cock was harder then ever and so as I pushed the last inch into his no longer virgin ass, I reached around and stroked his hot, throbbing cock. I let go immediately, knowing that when Mike came, as we both knew he would, it should come while I was fucking his ass. Just to add to the fantasy I whispered in his ear.

"If you cum without permission, expect my whip to make your ass so sore you won't even think about sitting. Do you hear me boy?"

Mike only nodded. Words were beyond him as I pumped my cock in and out of his ass. My pussy was being stimulated as well and my own orgasm was coming on strong as I moved faster and faster in and out of Mike's asshole. I could not take it any longer and I screamed.

"Fuck I'm cuming boy! Cum with me, shoot your load on the floor boy, shoot now!"

On cue Mike came and came leaving a large pool of jism on the floor. I pulled my cock from his ass and heard a plop as the hard plastic cock left his anal canal. After taking a breath and a moment to steady myself I stood in front of Mike and shoved my ass covered cock under his nose. Without prompting Mike took it in his mouth, sucking the used cock clean. I didn't need to instruct Mike about his own cum, he looked up at me and I nodded. He licked his own cum off the floor.

The rest of the weekend was much more of the same, through we'd take a break and I'd enjoy Mike fucking me. I took his ass a number of times that weekend, inside and out. I made him wear nothing but his latex briefs, his cock seeming to be hard at all times as he cooked and cleaned for the two of us. 

It wasn't long before we were back home and over the next few months we explored each other and our fantasies. We celebrated our anniversary back on that tropical island, expanding my desire to "exhibit" my body by fucking on our balcony over the beach, wearing clothes that "might" show my naked pussy here and there. My birthday, Christmas and New Years were good, but nothing pushed us further then Mike's last birthday. As Valentine's Day loomed, we took the third box out and using our keys opened it. While it really didn't matter who selected the envelope for these third box days, we'd early on decided that since part of the fun is knowing, and part is wondering that we'd alternate. Mike having the even years and I had the odd years. This was an even year so Mike picked the envelope. Now I was left wondering which of the possible fantasies I'd put in might have been taken or perhaps one of Mike's. I would not know for a week, but the smile on Mike's face the next day both scared me and excited me.

Again, wanting to use the most time we could we made the fantasy happen the weekend before Valentine's Day. On that Friday we packed and Mike took us away in the car. All I knew is we'd be out of town, I still didn't know what or who's fantasy we were enacting. We took a nice hotel in a city a few hours from home. No one knew our fantasy games and because we felt it important to keep it that way we took the more adventurous fantasies on the road. So I did know this would not be a good funk on the washing machine or something we'd want to do in our own home or around our town.

That night we had a nice dinner and then spent the night in the room. Mike and I made love, his wonderful cock in my mouth and pussy most of the night. It was obvious to both of us that our "boxes" were keeping us not only in love with one another but in lust as well. Hidden in a safe in our bedroom was a scrapbook of all our adventures, photo's taken from time to time, thongs still smelling of cum and pussy juices. Outfits we'd each worn, a treasure trove of memories. Sated and glowing we slept like babes only to awaken to our room service breakfast. Naked I answered the door and allowed the woman to push the tray into our room as Mike stepped from bed his cock hard and glistening with the remnants of our fucking. If she was surprised or mad she didn't show it as Mike found a fifty for her tip and after taking another look at both our naked bodies smiled and left the room.

"That was fun. So when do I learn what we are doing here Mike?"

Grabbing me in his arms, pushing his morning 'wood' into my abdomen we ended up in bed. After spearing my cunt with that 'wood" we showered, dressed in slacks and tops, nothing unusual and left the room, sheet covered with the smell of our sex. We walked a few blocks from the hotel into a business district and entered a somewhat seedy looking "adult store". Mike walked up to the counter and said something to the woman behind the counter and she pointed towards the back of the store. Mike waved for me to follow and I did, feeling the first drops secreting from my pussy as we together went to a room in the back.




The Marriage Boxes



We walked into a photography studio and Mike went to the photographer and spoke at length. She nodded and then Mike left, saying only that he'd be back. Alone and a bit confused as I knew this was not one of my fantasies I waited. The photographer used the phone and in a minute another, younger woman joined us. Then the photographer spoke.

My instructions are to create an album of erotic photography for your husband. He said you are to follow my directions without question. To pose how I say and where or not wear whatever I desire. We have two hours and Julia will sometimes pose with you, but there will be no sex with her or with me. That is not to say that Julia may not "pretend" to do things to you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

That was all I could say, Julia was delicious and the photographer wasn't shabby either. My cunt was rippling as I learned what was to happen and I have to admit just the thought of them seeing my dripping pussy was embarrassing. This was taking my desire for exhibitionism far beyond anything I'd done. In the past it had always been a chance happening, strangers. This would be staged, and obvious, there'd be no "accident" or "clothing malfunction" this would be real. I was getting hotter by the moment as, Sheila, the photographer handed me and out fit and pointed to a dressing room. 

In a fog of sorts I stumbled in the room, declining Julia's help for now as I shed my clothes and put on a very sheer baby doll nightgown with matching sheer panties. Afraid to parade out, and equally afraid to stay in the dressing room I slowly went back to the studio.

"Now tits, great body."

Sheila said as her constant snapping of photos followed me as I made it to the set.

"Now just so you know, we are also preparing a video of this session for your husband as well as the stills for the album. He instructed that you not be permitted to see either before he decides to show them to you. Now, on the couch."

She positioned me over and over in many different poses, legs spread, bending forward tits spilling out, the negligee pulled down on one side exposing the entire breast, my hand fingering my nipple. Then back to the dressing room, this time stocking with a garter and no bra, back to the set. Julia barley clothed and holding a dildo. Posing with her, licking and sucking the dildo letting her slide it into my cunt, fucking me with it, me licking my own juices from the fake cock. Sheila taking close ups as often as not, centering on the dildo deep in my cunt, my tongue pulling away from the stick toy, my juices stringing out between my tongue and the hard plastic sides.

Back to the dressing room, Julia insisting on helping. I slipped on a long black gown with a slit up the side, the gaping top hiding nothing of my tits. Again on the couch, legs spread, pussy gaping, bent forward Julia's hand caressing my tits, pinching my nipples. Julia spead legged in front of me pulling my head almost into own pussy. Click, click, and click the camera whirling as photo after photo was snapped. 

Back to the dressing room this time a red valentine outfit, a g-string with a big red heart covering my pubic mound, a sting bikini top with tiny red hearts covering my nipples. Pose, lean, expose. Sit down on Julia's face, her tongue reaching up and into my overheated cunt. I pressed down further begging for more contact. Click the camera went on and on shot after shot.

Then Julia peeled off the valentine costume leaving me naked. She stripped off everything too and then we fell into a bed together and simulated a sixty-nine, I couldn't take it, I licked her cunt and loved her taste. I knew I need to apologize to Mike but I was not in control. So much erotica so heady the smell of our sexes in the room. Julia burring her tongue inside my cunt and sucked on my clit and I erupted in orgasm, my face captured on the camera, as it never stopped. IN a daze I hardly head Sheila call a stop. It was over and I was weak with sated lust, but needing more. Mike walked in with an outfit for me to wear. He handed me a sundress and sandals for me to wear. I sat in the chair watching Mike and Sheila for the next hour and then she handed Mike a CD and an Album. He reached for my hand and we walked out. I was ready to be fucked and at that point I didn't care where, but I did care that it was Mike and not someone else. So I held on to him tightly as he walked me away from the lust filed studio and into a very nice restaurant for lunch.

He handed me the album and suggested that I review it while we ate. At first when the waitress came over I closed the book, but saw Mike shaking his head and he said.

"You know you love exposing yourself Val. Do it."

So I looked slowly at the album, ignoring anyone coming by the table, knowing but not knowing that they were stealing glances at me in the shots. In some I was in the throes of orgasm, others completely naked and in still more totally exposed, legs spread wide, Julia holding my pussy open. All the while I could feel my needs building, my pussy spasming, my juices flowing. I ate sparingly and was never so happy as when Mike paid the check. I gulped when he took a single photo from his pocket, I cold see it was quite revealing and he handed it to the waitress who looked at it, then at me and then smiled.

Mike held the album and CD as we walked the city. I wanted him to fuck me, god I needed it so bad but we walked and walked. Finally in a park he found a somewhat secluded area and instructed my to get down on my hands and knees. In place Mike, slipped the sundress up over my ass, unzipped his pants and slid his hard cock so deep I cried out YES.

I do not know exactly how long we were there but over the sound of Mike's cock sloshing about in my sopping cunt, I occasionally heard voices. I do not know if they could see us or not, but the sound of other voices made me even hotter and when Mike slipped the straps of my dress off my should to free my tits I started to cum and kept cuming as his cock slammed in and out of my pussy and his hands pulled and twisted my tits. I came so long and so hard that I felt feint and when I felt Mike's hot cum spay the inside of my cunt I turned my head to him and said.

"I love you Mike, love you more today then the day we married."

"I love you too Val. I will always love you."

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"When we get ready to fuck again, I'd like to be outside again and Mike?"

"Yes, Val?"

"I want you to take my ass. Please take my ass, take my virgin ass on the grass, in an alley, anywhere but please take my ass and do it outside!"

That night after dinner, still wearing the simple sundress and sandals we found a dark empty ally and I put my hands into the scum of that alley, pressed my knees into the same and Mike took my ass. It hurt in the beginning but the gel he'd used to prepare me, soon had me wailing with delight, as his cock filled my no longer virgin ass. As we finished up, with Mike pumping his hot cum into my ass, someone shouted out to keep it down and I giggled, stood up and grabbed Mike's hand and together we left for the hotel.

We never had the problems our friends had and after so many questions about how, Mike asked me to write this. Then his response to our friends was to go read erotica and they would find their own answer. Mike figured our story might work for some, but not for all. I want you all to know that as I write this I am sitting on Mike's cock, buried firmly in my ass, and while I have so many more of our fantasies I could share, I really want my ass fucked. Wouldn't you?