4 comments/ 119239 views/ 32 favorites Anastasia By: Chklbrry It was a long, hot day at work, and he was looking forward to coming home to his quiet, secluded house in the country. Weekends were always his favorite; he got to play with his daughter. She was a refreshing, completely rejuvenating antidote to the stress of running his own company. Since her mother left them, another failed marriage due to overwork, he had sworn he would not make that mistake twice. No doubt he was spoiling his Baby Princess, but they were closer than ever. Walking thru the front door, he could here her stereo from her upstairs bedroom. Smiling, he headed to his office, dropping his briefcase. Quickly logging on, he noticed two new emails; one from an online romance and the other spam. "Man, I hate spam." Thinking Anastasia was busy upstairs, he left the connection open and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes...t-shirt and shorts. He knocked on Anastasia's door in passing, yelling hello over the stereo. Taking the other stairs down to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of juice and headed back to his office to finish reading his mail. Turning the corner, he saw Anastasia sitting in his chair looking at the screen. "SHIT!" Suddenly instead of the mounting lust evidenced by his erection, he had cotton mouth and his heart was racing. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm before walking in. Anastasia was oblivious to him; her dark hair falling to her shoulders hid her face from view. Coming to his senses he noticed her outfit; she was wearing a burgundy velvet pullover with what looked like a black skirt. His daughter was the fashion Princess, among other things, and her painted nails, finger and toes, completed her ensemble. Quiety stepping behind her, he could see she was reading his correspondence from his online sex partner. Various emotions pulsed through him; anger and embarassment at his privacy being invaded, and still there was the remnants of the previous sexual arousal, only now tainted with another more wicked quality. He now was looking at Anastasia's beauty in a new light. There was no doubt she was beautiful, but as she sat there enthralled with my erotica, he began to view her as a sexual creature. Carefully, he put aside his drink. Walking up directly behind Anastasia, he put his hands on her neck, under her hair, causing her to jerk and squeal in surprise. "What are you doing, Anastasia?" She could only manage a squeak. "You were what? Looking at my private email?" His left fingertips, cooled from carrying the cold drink, teased along her jawline. His right hand firmly held her right shoulder, preventing her from leaving. "Dad..." "Quiet...." Leaning down, the left fingers brushing her red hair behind her ear, his toungetip teased her earlobe. She was shocked. She had been expecting a lecture, but this was out of the blue. Her whole body shivered, goosebumps popping up on her forearms. "What do you think of the story so far?" His left hand cupped her chin, turning her face slowly towards him while he kissed up her jaw. His moustache tickled her lips; she could feel his warm breath, smell the after shave he used, his lips caressing her cheek, sending sparks through her to her toes. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, not saying a word, afraid to break the spell. When his lips pressed against hers she arched up into him, kissing him passionately, overwhelmed by her teenage lust. He sensed her surrender, then her attack. He kissed her forcefully, his right hand tangling in her red hair, drawing her mouth tight to his. The kiss lingered, their lips moulding to each other, her toungetip tentatively exploring his lips. Moaning into her sweet-tasting mouth, he suckled her tounge, gently massaging it. His left hand slid down her burgundy pullover, cupping her right breast through the material, gently squeezing. This time it was she who moaned.... "Don't you know it's naughty to read other people's email?" His left hand tweaked her hard nipple, pulling on her puckered aureole. She slumped away from the pain at first, but as he milked her nubbin she again arched up, her need overwhelming her fear. He kissed down her neck, softly sucking the pale, smooth skin. She felt buffeted by tremendous competing forces: this was her FATHER that she was kissing; yet she had never, ever felt so hot. He was causing a response in her that filled her senses; she could feel her body flush in the familiar way it did whenever she peeked at him in the shower. Until this moment, she had convinced herself that she was only peeking out of curiosity of the male body, and her dad was the easiest subject to view. But now all of her logic, the prim and proper attitude with which she conducted herself...everything was being washed away by her father's harsh, sensual touch. She felt like she was falling inside a whirlpool, deep and out of control. Soon the only thing she was aware of were his fingers punishing her nipples. And she loved it. Daddy was still fighting a mixture of emotions, anger and embarassment; and, like his daughter, he was losing his objectivity. He knew he should punish Anastasia for so blatantly invading his privacy; until now she had seemed the perfect obedient daughter. He could not recall the last time she had been in trouble. But he had been aroused when he had returned to his office, expecting some erotic chat, at least reading. Somehow he rationalized that he should punish her in that sort of way; after all the story had been one of submission, and his daughter had seemed mesmerized by it. What had started as being swept away by his emotions and taking advantage of his innocent daughter had turned into something more wicked, more debasing. He was enacting his darkest dreams upon his daughter. He was going to test her limits of love and devotion and, yes, even animal lust. As his fingers slipped under her pullover, sliding up her warm skin, he realized she was not even wearing a bra. This should have startled him but instead he used it to again rationalize that she somehow "wanted" it. Her firm breast barely filled his large hand, but her hard nipple burned in his palm. He fought to regain control of his emotions and concentrated on her nipple. Calculating, he slowly brought his fingers together, centering on her nipple. Hearing her moan in pleasure again only confirmed his decision that she was a lustful soul. Lightly scratching either side of her nubbin, he enjoyed how she wiggled beneath his touch. When he lightly tweaked it she only sucked harder on his tounge. "Now," he thought. Slowly pinching harder, he could feel her body begin to pull away. She released his tounge, beginning to protest; he merely pushed her back against the chair, shoving his tounge deeper inside her tiny mouth. She began to quiver, whether from pain or fear, and he was almost ready to release her, having "punished" his naughty daughter. Suddenly she groaned into his mouth; like a switch had turned, she began once again arched up against his hand, offering herself to him. Rolling her tortured nipple between thumb and forefinger, he pulled back from her plump lips, looking at her face stretched in ecstasy. "Oh my...." Anastasia was squirming beneath his touch. He looked down her still clothed body and watched as she writhed as he continued to "punish" her nipple. Her cherry red fingerails reached out to lightly scratch his crotch. He smiled knowingly, acknowledging what was now so apparent; his daughter, his sweet, innocent daughter was as aroused as he was. The full implications of this fact only fueled his black desire. Incest. The word meant nothing to him now; his only thoughts were of this lovely, desirable woman/child beneath him. He wanted, no HAD to do this; he was responding to some sort of bond between them. Right or wrong was not an issue; this primal urge went deeper than any law. He would have her. Her mouth opened as if she were trying to speak, but only guttural moans issued forth. Scooping her into his arms, he lifted her effortlessly. She clung desperately to him, opening her eyes to lock gazes with him. He smiled tenderly down at her. "Come to my bedroom, Anastasia. Come with me." The words shocked her out of her reverie, and doubts started to fill her mind again. He filled her senses: his scent, so familiar and now alluring; the warmth of his body, comforting and arousing at once; his face, so full of love and now something more, hunger - hunger for her. She could still feel her hard nipples rubbing against her velvet top; her red satin panties were soaked. She briefly wondered again how this could be happening. Then he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck as she surrendered to her daddy's kiss. He carried her upstairs, pushing through her bedroom door. Her room had that young girl scent; pinks and reds and stuffed animals. Smiling into her eyes, he let her slide down his body, his erection pressing against the length of her body as her skirt rode up. Cupping her chin in his right hand, he tilted her head back, kissing her deeply, longingly. "Anastasia. I love you...." She slightly turned to find the bed and sat down upon it, taking her Daddy's hand and pulling him in front of her. He stood before her as she unbuckled his pants and slid them down his muscular legs. Fear had long ago been replaced by lust, and she moved with a confidence buoyed by desire and affection. His erection sprang into view right in front of her nose, and she was shocked at its size. Her fear returned as she just sat there looking at it. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes and gave her another moment to overcome her doubt, but when it was apparent that she would not move he slid his fingers through her hair, tangling in her luxurious, silky red hair...and pulled her face forward until her lips pressed against his manhood. "Kiss it, baby." She looked up into his eyes with an almost desperate, pleading look. "Do as I say, kitten. I won't hurt you." She lowered here gaze back to his cock and slowly raised her right hand til she felt his warmth fill her palm. Tentatively, she barely kissed the end and looked up expectantly into his eyes. "Yes, baby. Good Girl. Now...suck it into your mouth." She swallowed hard at that thought. Many times had she masturbated to this idea, but reality was different. She could smell him...a musky scent unlike any she had ever encountered. And his cock throbbed in her hand...pulsed with the rhythmn of his heartbeat...and she realized then that he was aroused because of her. And that thought filled her with joy. She eagerly spread her lips around his thickness and slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft. His fingers tightened in her hair as he arched his hips, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He felt her try to stop, but he forced himself deeper...causing her to gag as he entered her throat. He quickly pulled back, not wanting to frighten her. She smiled up at him, licked her lips...and slid her mouth back down his shaft, savoring how it filled her mouth. Slowly he began to fuck her mouth. Holding her by her hair, he rocked his hips while he watched the wicked sight of his cock disappearing between his daughter's pink lips. He did not try to force all of his length inside her again; instead he kept a steady rhythmn of pumping his meat into her virgin mouth. Just the sight of her eyes watering and her spit forming around her lips made him wild with desire. Finally, he stopped, not wanting to cum inside her mouth...at least not yet. "Lay back on the bed, honey. It's Daddy's turn to taste you." He stood next to the bed just a moment, admiring his luscious daughter...a daughter he was about to initiate into womanhood. He wanted her to enjoy every second of this. He crawled onto the bed, straddling her legs and teasing her thighs with his goatee while his fingertips slid up her waist, teasing her hips. He kissed his way up her young body, nibbling the tender bottom swells of her breasts, but purposefully avoiding her swollen nipples. Kissing up her throat, he slid his arms beneath hers while barely resting his body against hers...her nipples digging into his chest. His fingers tangled in her mane as he kissed her fully upon the mouth. "I want you, babygirl." "Yes, Daddy. Love me." Their tongues danced inside her mouth. She could feel his erection pressing against her thighs and forced her legs apart, letting him kneel between her thighs. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth against hers as she flicked his tongue. He gently nipped her bottom lip before kissing down her throat, sucking the tender hollow. He forced her hands over her head and held her triceps as he kissed the top swells of her breasts. His tongue circled her puckering aureoles, and she arched her back off the bed, hoping he would suck her nipples. Instead he grazed them with his goatee, and she moaned at that touch. He kissed downwards, leaving her squirming to have her nipples touched. His goatee teased her tummy...and waist...and hips...before sliding across her smooth mons. Quickly, he slid back up her body to clamp his lips on her left nipple, sucking HARD. Her body arched off the bed as the electricity shot from her nipple to her clit. "Daddyyyyyyy!" Consumed with lust, needing to devour his tender, succulent, even willing daughter, he stretched his full length out between her creamy legs, resting his triceps on top of her smooth thighs. His large, graceful fingertips lightly teased the slight swell above her waist. Leaning closer, his warm breath washed across her mons, thru the fine tufts that marked her entrance to womanhood. He gently blew, creating a soft, cool breeze which tormented her agonizingly aroused sex. Her puffy lips were already dew-covered, beckoning his tounge with their pungent, heady aroma. He ground his thick swollen cock against her bedsheets, knowing that he would soon be filling this lovely invite. She gasped, her tummy rippling as he teased her mercilessly. Looking up at her, he saw her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth half-open with her toungetip touching her upper lip as her whole body quivered with anticipation. He smiled wickedly with the full realization that she was offering herself to him, her daddy. With a practiced touch, he continued to seduce her, reveling in her introverted response. His left hand cupped her slight breast, squeezing gently. His toungetip teased along that silky skin where leg meets crotch, along the pantyline. He heard her breath catch as she pushed up against his mouth, urging him forward. An almost inaudible, "Ahhhhhhh," eased out of her tiny mouth. Dragging the flat of his tounge across her swollen, pouty slit, he wiggled his toungetip side-to-side before circling her tiny clit. His nose buried in her fine hair, but his toungetip teased her smooth, shaven lips, something he would have to ask her about later. Now, though he was quite happy to savor her sweet, pungent taste. Clamping his lips around her pouty clit, he simultaneously tweaked her right nipple. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," she this time screamed. Inside, he smiled wickedly at himself as he continued to suckle her clit. He felt her body begin to tremble and knew she was on the verge of an orgasm, but he wanted to yet tease her. Quickly leaning up, he blew cool air across her slit, and she groaned at that new feel, not understanding what was happening. He slowly kissed his way down her tender inner thighs, and she eventually understood that he was no longer going to pleasure her pussy and groaned her dissatisfaction. He leaned up, sitting back on his heels. She leaned up on her elbows, her eyes pleading with his. He merely smiled and scooted even further back, forcing her to sit up on her own knees. "Daddy...please let me cum." Her words were almost guttural but the passion undeniable. He chuckled to hear his not-so-innocent daughter all but beg him to take her, but as his eyes refocused upon her nakedness the laughter faded, being replaced by a growl. Her tiny fingers caressed the greying stubble on his jaw, coaxing him closer before she leaned up to suck his lower lip. He marveled at her technique; she truly was no longer the ingenue he thought. Her soft lips suckled his lower lip as her fingers slid up to tangle in his greying temples. When she lightly gripped his lip with her teeth he moaned, and then rearranged himself, straddling her calves. He disentangled his mouth from hers, lifting up to gaze down into the loving, trusting, and now lust-filled, eyes of his daughter. A deep, contented sigh eased from his chest; here he was actually living his darkest fantasy. His happy smile slid easily into a naughty laugh, and he whispered, "Patience. Patience, little girl." Eager and horny, he yet carefully played his daughter, toying with her body and emotions. Her young body was taut even after several orgasms. She had never imagined this sort of ecstasy and was lost in its immensity. And the fact that her daddy, her Daddy, was the one teaching her this new side of her body only amplified the thrumming inside. His fingernails drew lines of fire across the fuzz on her lower tummy, and her ass cheeks clenched as she silently urged him to touch lower. She bit her lower lip to prevent from shouting at him; his teasing was torment. She wanted his cock. Enough playing around. She needed, physically and emotionally, for her Daddy to take her, take her virginity which she had been saving. Only now did she admit that she was saving it for him, for the only man she had ever loved. The hunger drove her; she decided to take matters in her own tiny hands. Reaching out with her cherry red fingernails, she tweaked his left nipple. She felt his torso lean into her hand, urging her to continue; looking up into his eyes, she saw them widen with desire. Already a dark brown, she could see his lust filling his eyes. Leaning up, she suckled his nipple, her hand sliding behind his neck to draw him closer. She felt his small nipple harden between her rosy lips and wondered if he enjoyed sucking her puffy nipples as much as she liked nibbling his small man-nipples. When she would flick her toungetip back and forth across his nubbin, his asshole would pucker as he felt her tounge throughout his body. Closing his eyes, leaving one finger inside her tight virginity, he let his young daughter lead. He was amazed that she had allowed him this much; his dark fantasy was being realized in her little girl bedroom. And here she was, being the aggressor. That idea seemed fantastically bizarre; even in his fantasies he never thought she would react like such a hot slut. His mind was feverish, stars flashing behind his eyelids whenever she gently nipped his chest. "Ana...Oh god....Ana, please, kitten. Please." He arched into her mouth, wiggling his finger inside her, urging her on, hoping she would.... ...take him. Leaning up, he hungrily leered at his half-naked daughter writhing beneath him; all his teasing and tormenting had achieved the desired affect. She was now at his mercy, begging him to complete her education, the transformation from girl to woman. She was his for the taking, having offered her firm youthful body to this immense man, her Daddy. And with the patience of experience he had built upon her tension until she was completely out of control and dependent upon him. Now he would consume her. "Yes, Kitten. I WILL teach you more. But you must give me something in return." He gazed intently into her brown eyes, peering into the depths of her soul. Still clamping his fingers inside her, her mind was fuzzy, awhirl with the overwhelming sensations that he had just sent thundering through her tender, innocent body. She could not speak, returning his gaze. Anastasia "I require something from you, Ana. I will teach you everything...I will love you tenderly, completely, eternally...." His thumb purposefully circled her super-sensitized clitty. "I will cherish you...adore you...care for you....you will never know fear or loneliness again...." Her eyes started to focus as the meanings of his words became clearer, and she felt a little confused. "Not only will you be my 'Princess,' my 'Baby Girl'....you will be more." He leaned close his lips barely brushing hers. "You will be my student." He kissed her tenderly. His voice was low and firm. "You will be my slave." He was a maestro playing her like she was a Stadivarius, a young, vibrant Stradivarius. His fingers evoked a stacatto of thrills, trilling up and down, teasing her along into breathtaking highs then carrying her tenderly down, cooling slightly but carrying a tempo. Yes, she was a slave. That was plain for any to see. She was a slave to sex, and he was determined to bind her to him. He was enraptured with her undeniable sensuality, but it was her youthful innocence that he coveted. He could not bear to think that another, some little boy, would ever touch his Good Girl. He would possess her, teaching her the joy and passion of his love, and she would learn to give as well as she got. By the time he was done with her, this daughter of his would be skilled in the ways of a woman. "Very nice, Ana. Very nice. You are the most exciting, erotic woman I have ever known." He gazed down in adoration at his daughter as his fingers deftly teased her. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he looked deep into his daughter's eyes. "Do you want me?" "Yes." "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Say it, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you." "I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me!" Slowly...ever so slowly...he eased his cock inside her. Her lips stretch tightly around his thickness, but her wetness easily allowed him to push deeper. He thrust slowly, savoring the moment...her tightness. The thought blared through his brain: "You are fucking your daughter!" He stopped when he was buried completely, again enjoying every second. "Squeeze me, baby. Squeeze my cock." He watched the concentration on her face as she clamped her muscles around his shaft and while she was so intent upon pleasing him, he flexed, causing his cock to swell inside her. Her eyes snapped open and a silent "O" came out of her mouth. "What was that, Daddy?" He laughed and asked, "You liked that?" She smiled and nodded her head. He leaned down to kiss her again, and this time when his tongue entered her mouth, he flexed again, and he could feel her entire body jerk when he pressed against her G spot. Leaning up on his hands, he looked down at her flush face and slowly pulled back...before finally exiting her completely. Her crestfallen look amused him, and he teased her lips with his cockhead several times before finally slowly sliding in again...only to pull right back out, mercilessly torturing her. Just when her frustration began to bubble over, he slammed his cock deep inside her, bouncing her off her mattress and knocking the wind out of her. Her grunt filled the room. He stopped inside her, allowing her to catch her breath and savor that thrust. Slowly pulling back, he shoved hard...again slamming her into her bed. "YES! FUCK ME, DADDY!!!" With long, smooth strokes, he pounded her...bouncing her milky white ass of her mattress...fucking her savagely. He watched his daughter's lust carry her over the edge once again. He could feel her ecstasy as she convulsed around his thick member. Her voice carried a clarity and power that she normally only exposed in church choir, and the purity of her voice reverberated within his soul. He never felt closer to a human being in his entire life. Determined to continue her pleasure, he grabbed each of her ankles, hauling her hips up onto his thighs as he squatted back on his haunches. Lifting her feet to his face, he kissed her feet, nibbling her toes...scraping teeth across her soles...tounging her instep. The sensations threatened to overwhelm the young girl, but her daddy forcefully held her legs in place as he tortured her feet. He pulled back until only his cockhead rested inside her swollen, bald lips. Her hips twitched, trying to draw him deeper inside her. She reached down to touch his thickness with her right hand; her left hand splayed herself wider as her thumb rubbed her throbbing clit. He enjoyed watching her succumb to lust, lust he had inspired in her. He squeezed, causing his cockhead to swell inside her. "Do you feel that, Kitten?" She was speechless and could only nod agreement as her eyes were squeezed shut. Reaching out with his right hand, he tweaked her left nubbin, pulling it away from her firm, heavy breasts. Again, she writhed beneath his minstrations, arching her back slightly, silently begging her father to abuse her body in this exquisite torture/tease. "Daddy," she breathlessly whispered. "Please, Daddy." "Yes, Ana. Yes, Princess. You ARE mine...Daddy's Pet...my Little Girl...." Anastasia's Enema Anastasia face was flushed, beads of sweat clung to her face, neck and chest that was heaving in and out, stretching her sports bra slightly and accentuating her breasts even further than the tight Lycra would normally. She had just finished a thorough workout in her home gym that her husband had kindly set up for her. The floor of the gym was covered in a hard rubber coating to prevent the exercise benches and treadmill from rocking or sliding on the surface. In addition it was almost completely black, with the exception of a small red circle just big enough for a person to stand in. Anastasia caught her breath and verified once more that she had completed the last circuit of her exercise routine before walking briskly over to the circle. Once there she began to remove her shoes, shorts, sports bra, and lastly a thong that matched the outfit. Standing naked she put the clothes in a hamper nearby and stood in the circle. In front of her was an intercom. With a single finger she pressed the button firmly down. "I'm done with my workout sir," she said At this point she was to wait for instructions, patiently, and only if none came for over thirty minutes was she to repeat the action. Shortly a voice came through the small box "Good. Today is cleaning day, and since you'll be leaving for so long I need to impress upon you the message that you are to follow instructions. First, go and fetch the..." She listened patiently to instructions given by her Husband and when he had finished she quickly toweled off her brown Hispanic skin and walked upstairs to the guest bathroom. Inside she reached under the sink to find a small box, as well as a rectangular plastic container. After grabbing an old hand towel and a few regular ones, which she threw into the plastic container, she picked it all up and headed off to the bedroom. Her husband was waiting, and stood watching as she walked in and laid out the towels on the floor as well as the plastic container in the middle of them. She handed him the small box which said "Combination Douche, Enema & Water Bottle System" on the side. He continued to watch as she walked back to the plastic container and kneeled down with her legs on either side of it before retreating to her elbows and knees. It wasn't the first time he had given her an enema but she still felt the same hesitation that she always felt presenting her body to be flushed out. She really didn't like for him to hear her when she went to the bathroom, or even be around for that matter. It was her privet time, and if he was going to be sexy she felt she should be clean and privet to prepare. That said she felt the tingle of arousal as she mounted the overflow tub under his watchful eye. Her black hair fanned out on her back and her hips lay wide, exposing her dark brown hole between her large ass cheeks. Below this was her pussy, which was recently waxed smooth. Anastasia had for some time struggled with her weight, although not a woman of large proportions she had not been happy with her own body image and more than once had tried to diet unsuccessfully. After one of these attempts went south, she had asked her husband for his help... So it was because if this that Anastasia had gone for the last six months to get her pussy and ass waxed by a professional. Her husband had insisted that the best way for him to help was for her to hand over control of her body as much as possible, and so far it had worked. She retained her usual routine and habits outside of the house, but when it came time to eat, he was to be told everything that went into her body. Similarly he was to get to choose what type of exercises and how often they where to be done. Having the equipment installed in the house simplified this process, as he could monitor her. And it acted as an act of commitment on her part since she was told she should pay for it with money from her job. Throughout the house a small red circle of rug or other material was placed in rooms like the kitchen and bedroom. When instructed she would stand in the circle until told to do otherwise, and when that was finished return to the circle. Often times she was told to walk around the house and follow instructions naked so that she would remember her goal of looking better. All of this had made Anastasia much more successful at her weight loss goals, after only six months she had lost 20 lbs. and was happy with her own progress in the gym. But she had on occasion strayed, leading to harsh punishments from her husband. He had resorted to a number of different tactics: spanking, leaving her tied to the bed for hours on end to think about what she's done, but by far the most effective was ones that tested her comfort zone. Enema's where one of those. He walked back into the bedroom holding the enema bag swollen with water. Laying it aside he reached for a container of Vaseline on the dresser and applied a heavy dab to his finger, which he in turn gently rubbed around the edge of her anus before rubbing a small amount on the center of the hole. In an authoritative voice he said to her, "As you should know, I'm doing this to remind you what type of punishments await you if you're bad again. You haven't been lately, but as you're about to be gone on that trip for work you might be tempted to stray because you don't think I'll know." "Yes sir," she replied demurely He continued on. refusing to acknowledge that she had spoken, "I will find out, and when I do you might not be as gentle as I will be this time. I only filled the bag a quarter of the way." She felt extremely aroused as he applied the petroleum jelly to her ass and had tried her best to feel like it was a punishment as that was clearly what this was supposed to be. But she couldn't help looking forward to what was about to happen. A side effect of her new lack of control of her own body was that she had had very little time for masturbation. Between exercise and making sure that her food diary was current she barely had time for anything else. Behind her she felt the thin nozzle of the enema hose press at her tight outer hole, she relaxed her anus, allowing it to slide in gently with the assistance of the lube. Before long she felt the first surge of water and heard to slight bubble sound as the bag was hung upside-down on a nearby hook against the wall. The water flowed out of the bag and into her lower intestine at what seemed like an extremely fast rate, she raised her ass higher, allowing the water to flow deeper into her body and stall the inevitable cramping. Small droplets of water flowed from her ass down to her clit and dripped into the plastic bin as she fought off the first cramp that threatened to have her suffer an even worse punishment at the hands of her husband. As the last wave of pain of holding it in subsided he leaned over and spoke to her, "Don't let me see you releasing any of that water just yet, that tub is there just as a precaution and I want to have some fun before you get to go anywhere." She could hear the smile in his voice as he gently removed the now empty nozzle from her ass. After the last bits of water fell into the tub he pulled it out from between her legs and positioned himself behind her. "Spread wider Honey," he said. She did so carefully so as not to release her tight ass. His pre lubed cock rested gently at the entrance to her pussy, playing in and out of it a little bit at a time. She gasped slightly at the welcome intrusion into her lips, savoring the distraction from the water insider her. As his thick cock slowly worked it's way to the depths of her pussy she felt him begin to rock and fuck her slowly, causing his balls to slap against her exposed and rapidly swelling clit. After only a short while she felt an orgasm building, she pushed her body up to hands and knees so that she could better push against his cock and feel his balls between her legs. The urgency of the need to go to the bathroom only pushed her to orgasm more quickly, and soon she found herself torn between the lovely release of her pussy, flexing against her husbands cock following her climax, and the distraction of making sure she didn't release her bowels too early. After she came the need to go seemed to increase tenfold and she was at least slightly thankful when her husband pulled out and replaced the plastic bin between her legs. "Sit up. Now," he ordered. rising to her knees only further straightened out her body, adding gravity to the list of things that made her need urgent. "Suck my cock." Obediently she began to devour his cock, in hopes that doing so would allow her to go sooner. She could smell her own pussy on his cock as she used every trick and methoud of fellatio she knew as fast as possible. Unfortunately she still couldn't repress herself, and the sound of a small jet of water hitting the bin got her husbands attention. "Stand up. Go sit on the toilet," he barked. She would have sighed with relief had she had time to do so in the brief moment between leaving the kneeling position and quickly making her way to the toilet. What she didn't expect was that he was following her. Once she sat down he again told her to suck his cock. By this time Anastasia had regained some composure and assumed that he would just wanted her to finish him off in a safer location in case of failure. "I don't hear you releasing the water," He said sternly Horrified at the idea she reluctantly continued to suck his cock while releasing small amounts of water at a time. "More, I want it all out." The flow increased into the toilet, as did the veracity of her blowjob. Small moans of embarrassment and relief escaped her mouth while doing so. But no matter what she did she couldn't seem to finish him off before she reached the most embarrassing part as some solid waste left her, although he seemed unfazed by this and just insisted she continue if she paused briefly. "All done?" Mercifully she had finished, and nodded yes up at him. "Clean up then, don't flush the toilet and turn around." With more reluctance than she had shown in the past month to any of his orders, she wiped her bottom thoroughly and got up. She turned around. "Place your hands on the wall over the toilet." Again she did so He was behind her again, already positioning his cock directly at her now very clean anus. Anastasia wasn't ready for it so she did her best to relax her gateway to his member that was already pushing past the first tight ring. She at least knew with certainty that she was clean, and pushed outward to offer a better angle to the intruding cock. It wasn't long before he was buried deep in her tight ass, her cheeks bouncing nicely against his hips each time the hilt of his cock met her hole. She was at this point completely unsure weather she was in pleasure or pain. As he rammed her ass she pushed back each time he went in, begging it to be deeper insider her and yet again enjoying the rhythmic bounce of his balls against her clit. But she needed more control than the balls could provide, and reached between her legs with one free hand that wasn't pushing against the wall to rub her wet pussy. Her body shook slightly as she came; flexing her anus uncontrollably, and in turn making her husband begin to pump his warm cum into her ass. Exhausted by the events, she stood in place waiting to be told what to do. Her husband spoke as he left her panting in the bathroom, "Take a shower, and start packing your bags. Remember, if you break the rules while your gone I won't be this lenient again." With a slight tremble she nodded and went to shower, feeling at that moment the most subservient she ever had. Anastasia's Journey Anastasia had always wondered what it would be like to be completely owned by a man. To give herself to a man who understood that she was an anal slut by nature and who would enjoy training her as his own personal "butt slut" to be used for his pleasure. But Anastasia also always questioned whether or not she would be able to give herself over to someone else so completely. To be owned and always be obedient of someone else's commands was NOT in her nature. Still, Anastasia wondered what it would be like. Anastasia had been talking for a long time to a man on line named Hank. They talked often about her curiosity about being a man's sex slave. Hank had been in the lifestyle for years and Anastasia respected his thoughts and opinions. When they had exchanged photographs, she was also very attracted to him physically. Then one day, as they were talking, again about her curiosity, the conversation became much more serious than in the past. Hank was pointing out that there was really only one way for Anastasia to find out if this was something that she might really want. Anastasia would have to actually live it for a period of time. Hank suggested a very set period of time where Anastasia would agree to relinquish all control to a man. A period of time for which Anastasia couldn't change her mind in the middle, so Anastasia could get a full understanding of what it would mean to be owned. Certainly doing something like that would certainly help Anastasia to learn what it was like. However, Hank was quite surprised when Anastasia asked him if he would be willing to carry out the "experiment" with her. While the two of them had been speaking for quite a while on line and on the phone, they had never actually met in person. Hank's surprise didn't last long, and he quickly agreed. Anastasia suggested a long weekend, but Hank convinced her that in order for Anastasia to really get a "feel" for being owned, it would take much longer than a weekend. "After all," Hank said, "very little REAL progress can be accomplished in three short days." Hank wanted Anastasia to come and train with him for a month, Anastasia couldn't possibly get away for that long. Finally they settled on ten days. Once they agreed on the time frame, they began to discuss all of the other details. This was not going to be one of those "no limits" types of things, but rather something much more controlled. Hank told Anastasia to provide him with a list of things Anastasia absolutely saw as a hard limit, a list of things Anastasia was very curious about, and a list of things that Anastasia really wanted to experience during their time together. Already taking charge, Hank told Anastasia she had a mere twenty-four hours to provide him with the three lists. Once he received them and read them over, Hank told Anastasia that he would of course abide by all of her hard limits, but that during their time together he would have complete control over everything else. They discussed more details and then set a date for Anastasia to fly down to meet Hank. Hank intentionally set the date several weeks away to make sure that all of the plans could be carried out smoothly. During those weeks before Anastasia's flight, Hank and Anastasia talk regularly, but not very much about their upcoming time together. Once when Anastasia asked him about it, he tells her that since all of the details that needed discussing have been worked out, he sees no reason to discuss it further. Hank reminds Anastasia that if she has any questions or concerns, she should certainly bring them to his attention and he will address them, but other than that, he sees no need to discuss it. Hank tells Anastasia ominously that when there are things he wants her to know or prepare for, he will let her know, just as he has done since they began. A few days before her flight, a package arrives in the mail for Anastasia. It contains a very feminine skirt that reaches just below her knees, a blouse just as feminine, although the blouse is very low cut, and a pair of four-inch high heels to complete the outfit. Included with the outfit is a note from Hank. In his note, he tells Anastasia that this is what he would like her to wear on the flight down. Anastasia is to wear nothing that was not included in the box, and Anastasia is to bring no luggage with her at all. Hank will have everything Anastasia needs when she arrives. Finally the day arrives for Anastasia to get on the plane. She follows Hank's instruction to the letter, wearing only what was sent to her, and brings nothing but her handbag with her flight information and identification. The flight seems to take forever even though in reality it is a very short trip. As Anastasia disembarks from the plane, she quickly finds the newsstand where Hank told her to meet him. As he instructed, Anastasia stands looking at the adult magazines. Suddenly, Anastasia hears a voice behind her, "That outfit looks even better on you from behind than I had imagined." Anastasia spins around to find herself face to face with Hank at last. "Did you enjoy your flight?" he asks, smiling down at her. Now that Anastasia is standing here next to Hank, she finds herself momentarily unable to utter a sound, so she just looks at Hank and nods. "Come, let's go get something to drink and talk for a bit." Without waiting for an answer, Hank takes Anastasia by the arm and leads her out of the newsstand and guides her over to the cafe. Ordering coffee for both of them, he then lead her to a table in the corner pulls out her chair and tell her to sit down. Still not speaking, Anastasia sits. Finally finding her voice again, Anastasia thanks Hank for the coffee, takes a sip and then waits for him to speak. Hank sits silently for a few moments, drinking his coffee and watching her. "So you are finally here. Anastasia am very pleased and happy to see you." "Did you think that I wouldn't come? After all of the planning and discussing? After I told you that I wanted to come?" "I thought that perhaps you might back out at the last moment, yes. After all, it is a very big commitment to give complete control to someone else, even if just for a short period of time." Anastasia looks down into her coffee cup. "Yes, it is a very big commitment. But I told you that I wanted to come here, and I don't go back on my word." "I see. So you are here only because you gave me your word?" You ask incredulously. "No, of course that isn't the only reason! I came here because I want to be here. With you." "You have no second thoughts? No doubts? No worries?" Hank fires the questions at her rapidly. Anastasia continue staring into her coffee cup and doesn't answer him immediately. Hank reaches out and touches her hand as he tell her, "It is completely normal and natural to be nervous about what is happening. But if you are having second thoughts, Anastasia, you need you to tell me. It's ok, I won't be angry with you. We will have a nice visit and enjoy our time together, but I will let you out of our agreement until another time when you think you are ready." Immediately, Anastasia's head snaps up and she looks Hank straight in the eye as she says, "I am ready now. Of course I have had second thoughts, doubts and worries. But I have dealt with them and I am ready to do this. I WANT to do this. I NEED to do this." "Anastasia, I just want to make sure you understand. Once we step outside the door to this airport, you will not be permitted to change your mind. Our time together will proceed exactly as planned, and for the duration of your visit, Anastasia, I will own you completely. I will train, discipline and punish you in whatever manner I feel is best, and you will have no say in the matter at all. So if you are the least bit unsure, you must tell me." For a moment, Anastasia looks back down at her coffee cup. "I thought long and hard before I left my house this morning. But if I were not sure I wanted to follow through with this, I would not be sitting here with you right now. I understand that I will not be able to change my mind. I don't want to change my mind. So as far as I am concerned, you own me completely right now. You began owning me the minute I put on this outfit and got on the plane." "Well, then...we had best get going, hadn't we? My home is about an hour from here, and I have many things I want you to learn today." Hank scoops up their coffee cups and taking her arm, leads Anastasia out the door of the airport to begin her new (even if it is temporary) life as his slut.