When certain acts are described to me it is not the same. To be able to see such wonderful, and controlled events is truly a precious endowment.
I am here to keep Mark safe. I would never allow another being to tie up or even touch my lover without knowing everything I possibly could about them. We've entered into a privileged contract with Rena, trusting her completely, and slowly learning about her Art. We understand most of what she does, but her control is amazing. We are at her cabin so she can break Mark. I am here to attend to his needs as she does this, only to help when she allows me to. This is her gift to us, and mine in return is the permanent right for her to call on my body, when she chooses.
We called as we were leaving, so our host has plenty of time to prepare. The drive is several hours, and already I can see that Mark is nervous. He has not been able to sleep well for weeks, and that is why we are going in the first place. During a short time in the car, Mark drifts in and out of shallow sleep, his face never truly relaxing, he has been like this for too long. I called Rena to see if she had some spare time, and she told us to leave for her cabin that very same day. She understands how bad Mark can get.
Rena is waiting for us as we pull up to the front. She is wearing a loose silk shirt and tight blue-jeans. She is a gorgeous woman, her long dark hair pulled back and tied, to keep it out of her face. She makes no move to greet us yet, silently waiting for us to make the first step. I park and turn off the engine. Once Mark steps foot on her ground, he will be in her hands. This is now the time for him to speak up, if he is not ready for this visit. I can see he is weighing each option, and again looks up at Rena, before getting out of the car.
"Amy, Mark, welcome to my home," Rena says as she kisses each of us on the cheek. Turning to him she says, "You leave the world behind, you need no words here now, Mark."
Mark nods, acknowledging her request. He will not be permitted to speak again until she allows him to.
Rena gestures to the cabin. "Go eat and prepare yourself. I will be waiting in the room. Please take your time."
We enter the cabin using the side door, as we had be instructed the first time we came to visit. We are now accustomed to the routine that precedes meeting Rena again. Mark had insisted that I visit Rena on my own to learn and remember every instruction I was going to be given when Mark was here. I must cleanly and quickly act when told to do so, so that I don't break the mood with any clumsiness or awkward movements.
We enter the first room. A light meal of vegetables and sandwiches have been laid out for us, along with water and clear juices.
I know that I am able to eat now and later on during the next few days if needed, during our stay. Mark will not have that option, both for practical reasons, and to help him find his center.
Mark waits in the middle of the room for my instructions, now in Rena's house, he no longer chooses for himself. He must wait for permission to do anything, including relieve himself.
"Sit down on the chair," I tell him. Once he is, I pick the food he is to eat and the drinks he will consume. I place everything in front of him on the table, and then begin to feed him from my own hand. He expresses nothing, however I know he hates being treated in such a manner. Only here in this place will he be forced to do this.
Once I feel he has had plenty to eat and drink I clean my hands and then his. I kneel on the floor and remove his shoes and socks. "Get up," I demand. He stands and I loosen his belt and pull down his pants and underwear. I lift his feet to remove them. I stand, and gently pull up and remove his shirt and watch. I gather up his clothes and belongings and place them in a pile on the bench off to the side of the room. I take off my clothes, folding them neatly and place them beside his. I turn around and admire him, allowing my love for him to beat wildly in my heart. I love him more than anyone could ever imagine. "Are you ready?" I ask.
Mark nods once, in agreement. Now we truely begin his journey.
"Lay down there," I say and point to the large towels that were set out on the floor. Mark moves to the towels and lays down. After he is situated, I go to the bathroom and collect everything I need for his enema. I fill the bag with tepid water and carefully add the measured salts that have been arranged. I bring it back into the room and hook it on the stand. "Ready?" I ask.
Again Mark nods, and rolls over to his side, drawing up his knees. I add a little lubricant to my finger and gently rub it over his anus. Greasing the nozzle, I insert it gently into him and slowly release the valve. I caress his hip to reassure him. He exhales as the water starts to run into him. I watch his face for any discomfort because that is not the point of this exercise. Due to the size of the bag, cramping is expected. After a few minutes I can see his mouth starting to tighten. "Cramp?" I ask.
Mark nods. I slow the flow of water a little and rub his stomach gently in wide soothing circles, watching him, and seeing the tightness ease. "Good Mark. Almost there."
Once the bag empties, I slowly withdraw the nozzle. Mark clamps down to hold the water in. I rub his stomach for a few moments before giving him my hand. "Okay, get up." I help ease him up carefully, and help him into the bathroom where he relieves himself. I wipe him off and make him stand and then hold his penis while he urinates.
I point to the shower stool and he sits down. I turn on the water and rinse him off, then carefully soap up and scrub every inch of him. The soap's herbal mixture smells slightly odd, but is great for cleaning and used to soothe.
I rinse Mark again, and then wet his hair, shampooing it and rinsing it well. I clip and clean under his nails, and then wipe out his ears. I wrap him on a nice big towel and make him wait on a chair while I shower myself. I wash just as thoroughly, but slightly faster. I dry myself and then him. The bathroom is kept warm and there is never a chill in the air. For the rest of our visit here, we will both be naked.
I brush his hair and apply a fine oil to his skin. His eyes follow me, he trusts me, if he did not we could not do this. Our visit to this place is not about sex, although it does have it's erotic aspects. The visit is about regaining himself, the sexual relief is nowhere near enough for that.
I guide Mark into the next room and make him bend over the bed. I pick up a small bottle of lubricant and apply it to my fingers. I work it into him and rub the small of his back to reassure him. I pick up the plug Rena has chosen and grease the tip and sides. This time she has chosen a thicker one, and Mark hisses as I ease it into him.
I tell him to stand, and I kiss his cheek. "Are you okay?" I ask gently.