Susan Swansong reclined in the relative comfort that her star billing had afforded her and enjoyed the warmth of Woody's tongue on her clit, jazz on the stereo and a glass of red wine near to hand. In just the past few weeks Woody's training had come along nicely. After having learned how much her carpenter was stimulated by the idea of being submissive, Susan had done a little research and was finding it quite fun to be dominant in a relationship for a change.
Though naturally dominant, Susan had grown up a trifle old-fashioned. She'd always let the man take control of love-making. There were few surprises in store for Woody tonight though.
Susan was wearing her new favorite outfit; a supple black leather brassiere with thigh-high black stockings and knee-high leather boots. She had been wearing her matching leather panties over the garter belt but she'd already had Woody remove them.
"Mmmm..." Susan slid a well-manicured hand down through Woody's short brown hair as he lapped along the folds of her labia. "That's enough for now. I'm feeling very nicely relaxed and I don't want to cum too soon tonight. I have some other things in mind."
Woody leaned back and looked up adoringly over her well-groomed curly pubic hair. He felt so grateful to have Susan as his Mistress. She always knew just what to do to him.
"Since you've been doing such a good job, I've decided to reward you," Susan said, sitting up and leaning down to press her lips to Woody's as he sat at her feet. Sliding her hands over Woody's naked shoulders and down his chest through the crisp hair, she rubbed his manly nubs.
"Get up," she ordered abruptly.
Woody jumped up and stood directly in front of her, his semi-hard penis bouncing gently in front of her. She smiled and leaned forward, reaching up to pop the head of his cock into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it quickly then just as quickly let it go. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath. Now this was guaranteed to get the taste of that nasty little snit, her supposed co-star, out of her mouth.
"Go sit on that chair," Susan said, pointing to a padded kitchen chair in the middle of the small floor in the trailer. Woody walked over to the chair and started to comply.
"No! Straddle the chair." Woody stood back up and turned to straddle the chair. Susan enjoyed the movement of his strong, though not overly muscular, body. She stood and walked over behind him. She slid her hands up and down his bare back and leaned in to lick his ear.
"I know just what you need," she whispered. Woody shuddered. She truly did. Susan reached back to the table behind her and pulled out a studded leather dog collar and reached around to show it to him.
"Would you like me to put it on you?"
"Yes, please, Mistress," he responded instantly. He moaned softly, feeling the leather tighten slightly around his neck as she buckled it on.
"Do you like it?" she breathed into his ear.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." The way the collar solidified the feeling of belonging to her brought Woody's cock to full mast.
Susan reached back and removed a bottle of vanilla massage oil from her bag and poured a little into her palm before rubbing her hands together. She laid them gently on Woody's back and started massaging in small circular motions. She would have to loosen him up nicely for what she had in mind. She didn't want to hurt him at all. Susan worked her way down over Woody's broad back to his narrow lower back and up again. She kept working farther and farther south until she'd reached his butt cheeks.
"Stand up," she commanded. Woody stood and started to turn but she pressed on his shoulders to keep him turned around. "Lean forward and put your hands on the back of the chair."
Woody did as he was told and Susan continued her massage down over his lovely ass and upper thigh muscles then back up, lingering on his butt cheeks, cupping and squeezing. Mmm, he had the most delicious ass she had ever seen.
"Spread your legs shoulder length apart," she said. Woody did as told, flexing his knees, unsure of how long he would have to stand this way but knowing he would do exactly as she told him until his legs gave out.
Susan slid her oiled hands over his ass again and down, then reached between his legs to gently squeeze his cock. She took several minutes to fully massage his ass before reaching back and pulling a bottle out of her bag.
"Step back and lean forward so that your hands are on the seat of the chair." Woody did as ordered, bringing his ass more fully up into the air, opening him to her fingers. Susan slid her fingers around his anus then back and forth over the puckered opening, the oil on her fingers coating him as he slowly relaxed to the pleasant touch.
"Now, let yourself down so the side of your face rests on the seat of the chair." Susan admired the picture he made with his legs spread wide and his ass up in the air, open for her. She used the oil coating her hands to lube the nozzle of the enema and touched it to his anus.
"Mistress?" Woody asked in a worried tone. They'd never done this before.
"Everything's fine," she murmured soothingly. "I've researched this very thoroughly and if you do what I tell you, I promise you will enjoy this more than anything else we've ever done."
She continued rubbing his left butt cheek and murmuring soothingly as she slid the nozzle into his anus slowly, giving him time to relax. When it was all the way in, she squeezed the enema slowly, letting the liquid flow into him. When the bottle was drained, she slowly withdrew the nozzle from his anus.
"Now go to the bathroom but don't let it go until you feel like you really need to. Then wash the external area with the washcloth and soap you will find on the sink."
Woody stood up and walked, stiff-legged to the bathroom. Susan went to the kitchen area and disposed of the enema and washed her hands in the sink. She had time to sit down and sip her wine, relaxing to the Wynton Marsalis on the stereo, before Woody returned.
