"He is agreeable in principle to raising a child with me if you wish. I answered basic questions from him regarding our marriage, and then I gave him your message. He was surprised by the contents, having never encountered similar matters in the past. His first reaction was to satisfy himself I wasn't being coerced, which touched me. This is a good, high integrity man. He is uncertain with regard to the arrangement, and concerned that future instructions might violate his ethical standards. I assured him that we could work with him to address any concerns."
"He is obviously a man of great lust and, as you'll read, raw sexual energy. From the moment we met, I could tell I was exciting him, although he did nothing in the least inappropriate or suggestive until, despite his concerns, he agreed to execute the instructions in your letter. After agreeing, I think he did his best to capture the spirit of your rules by spending perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes enjoying himself by tongue kissing me and feeling me in our secluded booth at the restaurant. Despite his adherence to the rules, by the end of his kissing and touching, I knew I had soiled my dress with my vaginal fluids, my nipples were rock hard, and my vagina ached to be filled by him."
"Despite his clear discomfort and fear of being caught, he then urgently and with a cute guilty look ordered me under the table to service him orally. He is significantly above average in size and was quite stiff as I released him from his pants. Once I was on him, he didn't last long, though I have no concerns regarding his stamina, as you'll read. It was just that he was already extremely excited, as I was, and had probably not orgasmed in several hours, and also was perhaps not as familiar with oral pleasure as I expect he will be from now on."
"We left the restaurant and went to a grocer, where he bought a small container of table salt. Then we proceeded to the hotel. After we arrived at our room, he went into the bathroom. Minutes later, he emerged and asked me for the bullet vibrator. I gave it to him. He looked at his phone, and minutes later, he asked for the code. I gave him the code. He then ordered me to remove my clothes and put them away. He noticed the wet spot I had made on the back of my dress, asked for the dress, and sniffed and licked at the spot. He is quite an oral person. Then he ushered me into the bathroom where I saw an enema bag hanging from the shower rod and thereby recognized your hand in these proceedings."
"He put on some latex gloves, lubricated the bullet vibrator, and gently pushed it into my sopping cunt. I almost orgasmed then, feeling his finger momentarily enter and brush my cunt lips. He was scrupulous to avoid touching my clitoris. I craved to have his slick and dexterous hands pleasure my wet cunt even a little so I could have release, but he was scrupulous in his avoidance, leaving me shaking with excitement and frustration. I then realized I needed to piss, and he let me piss into the toilet, but he made me show him and he watched me. He's definitely quite a voyeur with the dress and also the urine. Then, while I was still seated on the toilet, he turned on the vibrator. He had pushed it in just far enough that it was pressing right on my g-spot. I immediately asked permission, he granted it, and I orgasmed with a grunt and a shudder. I hadn't realized how worked up he'd gotten me and how much I'd been holding back."
"After orgasming, my womb ached with emptiness. He had me stand up from the toilet and bend over. He told me that I must hold the fluid in until he allowed me to release it. Then he inserted the enema tube into my bottom and held it there while he released the hot stream of fluid into me. It was piping hot, but not enough to burn, and it felt wonderful. It was hot, and the vibrator pressed hard against my g-spot, making me desperate. I took in all I possibly could, my love. I began begging him for permission to orgasm then, but he refused, and told me I could only orgasm once he ordered me to release the fluid."
"My legs started to shake, and I told him I would probably not be able to hold it much longer, and then he would have to beat me. He seemed unconcerned, and then he tapped my abdomen, which almost had me lose it, and then he squeezed in what felt like another gallon of fluid, though I expect it was only a small amount. I sat down on the toilet but he had me stand again, and I made an animal noise and complied. I hope you are proud of me, my love. I was grunting and grimacing with discomfort and frustration with every breath by then, and he was looking casually at his phone. I thought I was going to loose my bowels and my orgasm both any moment, my love, but you've trained me well, and I continued to endure. I'm not sure how he knew I could. I suppose he was testing my limits."
"After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only two minutes, he told me to release, and I sat, released, and orgasmed hard in the same instant. Luckily, he immediately held me down by my thighs on the toilet as I shrieked and voided my bowels explosively, or I would have sprayed the entire bathroom since my legs were flailing so much. After thirty seconds, my discharge was down to pushing out additional squirts, and my orgasm had finally ended. Then he made me stand up, wipe off my bottom with tissue, and bend over again."
"He repeated this procedure two additional times, each one more torturous and ultimately gratifying than the last. It left me terrified of what this man could do to subjugate and debase me further at your hands. None of the other doctors or sadists you've sent me to over the years measure up to his mixture of deftness, understanding of the human body, empathy, and precision. In your hands, he is a diabolical instrument."
"After my third enema had run its course, he shut off the bullet vibrator and gently pulled it out by the safety cord. He made me clean it with my mouth, wash it in the sink, and then tidy up the bathroom. Thanks to his help in restraining me on the toilet, we hadn't left much of a mess, and it only took me minutes. He had undressed. This man is an Adonis, covered in lean muscle, with the added virtue that he is significantly larger, even limp, than any statue we ever saw in Italy. His body hair is light or shaved other than the top of his head."
"He carried me lightly to the bed and put me down on my back in the middle. He had a stiff erection at this point and didn't ask for any help from me. Then he lubricated his cock and spread my legs, and for a moment, my love, I'd thought you'd given him permission to breed me. But no, my hopes were dashed when he held my legs up further and started pushing his cock into my bottom. It was uncomfortable at first. He has quite an instrument. I'm so happy he took me from the front. It was good to be able to watch this demigod enjoy my bottom with increasing excitement. He is so massive and energetic that he apparently rubs many of the good spots in my vagina as vigorously as some smaller men penetrating me vaginally have. As a result, much to my surprise, I orgasmed along with him when he released his seed in me the first time."
"After this, he pulled out and asked me whether he should be satisfied, which seemed to me an odd question. I asked him whether he was satisfied, and he told me no. He then spread more lube on his cock and immediately pushed his way back into my bottom and started to enjoy me a second time. He lasted longer this time, and I came two times. After this bout, the same puzzling question. I think he wanted me to tell him to stop, but when I asked him whether he was satisfied, each time he would say no. After his third enjoyment of my bottom, I stopped orgasming. After his sixth time hours later, he was exhausted, as was I, and he finally weakly agreed that he was satisfied. He was careful with the lube and did no permanent damage. Even counting that group affair you sent me to years ago where my cunt was taped and glued shut, that I have ever had my bottom used this hard. Whatever you tell him to do, darling, I beg you to consider your words carefully."
"He took me to my quarters on the base and departed with a kiss and a smile, and I enjoyed a good night's sleep."
"Your Loving Colette."
"Thanks for sharing this with me, it's beautiful. You are too kind," said Zach, and then added, "Though I'm not sure how I should feel about being called a diabolical instrument."
"Flattered," answered Colette. "You know, you look pretty worked up. I'd like to remind you that I get off work at 5 PM. If you visit then, I can give you any oral or manual pleasure you'd like until you're a little calmer. My panties are quite thoroughly wet and crusty today from thinking what might happen next. Maybe you'd like to sniff them or suck on them while I service you."
"Would you like that?" Zach ventured.
"My husband expects you to use me as a sperm dump whenever you're feeling inclined."
"That's not what I asked," Zach said. Then, because it was clear that Colette wouldn't answer directly, he changed the subject. "How is your ass?"
"Oh, it's fine, just fine," Colette assured him.
