Mike and Marti went away for the weekend, so I had the house to myself. Well, not exactly, I had Kent dropping by every day, and as you might expect, he was enjoying exploring our limits.
The evening I surprised him with demanding 'rough sex,' and his mini fisting of me caused this 20-year-old young man to look for wilder adventures.
I guess he had read too many Penthouse Letters magazines. He was big on exhibitionism, swinging, etc., but he surprised me when he asked if I had multiple sex partners at one time. It was apparent to him I had an extensive sex life.
I didn't want to admit as much as I had to Marti. I still wasn't sure if I could trust him not to broadcast my sex life to his friends.
I was in the den on Saturday when he called and said he wanted to come by. I told him, of course, he could. "I really had a good time the other night," he said. "You have to be the sexiest woman in the world."
"Aw, that's nice," I told him. And then to tease him, I asked, 'just how many women have you had asked you to put all your hand in their pussy?"
"Nobody," he meekly said.
Seeing I had his mind where I wanted it, I suggested he come over, and we can see what else he might be interested in. "How about you coming over in about an hour. We can further explore 'different' things". He readily agreed.
I had no idea what I wanted him to do with me. But, what the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I went upstairs and searched for my enema kit. I wasn't even sure I still had one, but finally, I found it and prepared the solution.
I hung the bag on the door handle with a shower ring, got on my knees on the towels, and rested on my left elbow. Reaching over for the hose and tube, I began to insert the head into my rectum. Mmm, nice.
I found the clasp and began to release the fluid into my butt. Seeing I would have to hold the nozzle to keep it where I wanted it, I laid my breasts on the towels and felt the mixture move into my bowels.
The sensation was different but enjoyable. As I began to fill, I imagined how many get off on just taking an enema. I could see how it could become addicting.
After a minute or so, I began to feel 'bloated' and could feel a little more uncomfortable. I allowed the bag to empty its contents in me and then shut down the flow. Leaning forward on my elbows, I discovered I was playing with my nipples with the opposite hand. They were hard as rocks.
I tried to hold the solution as long as I could but finally knew I would explode on the towels unless I moved to the commode.
Sitting on the toilet, I began to release the fluid. I expelled a considerable amount of the liquid but could tell much more was still in me. I remained on the toilet for several more minutes to make sure I had lost all of the enemas.
I stepped inside the shower. Ending with shaving my pubes and anal area.
I observed myself in the door length mirror and found my self hairless in all the right spots.
I searched my closet for just the right outfit to present myself to Kent. Indeed nothing subtle, but with more of a flair to the submissive side. I settled on a faux leather bra and thong. I hadn't worn it in years, but it still fit perfectly. Four-inch strapless heels completed my transformation.
Applying a dark brown eye shadow, eyeliner, and other enhancements, I completed it with deep red lipstick much more than usual. Looking into the mirror, I saw a different woman. I hoped I hadn't overdone it, and I wouldn't repel Kent with my makeover.
I fixed a strong drink and sat in the den. Finally, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and greeted Kent. His eyes perused me, and his smile made it all worthwhile.
I fixed him a drink, and we walked into the den. I motioned for him to sit on the couch and stool in front of him.
Firmly, I said, "I want you to do what you want with me. Nothing is off-limits. If I don't want to do as you ask, I will say the words 'too much'. If you are too rough, I will say the same. Any questions?"
He said no questions.
I then sat down on one of the decliners and spread my legs invitingly.
I asked, "what would you like a sex slave to do to please you?"
No answer. This was going to be more challenging than I thought. I made a suggestion to Kent. Have you ever thought you would want to see your slave expose herself to your friends on your cell?" His eyes lit up like a spotlight! "Not face shots. Understand?" He started to fumble for his phone.
"Say it. You agree to no face shots or telling who you slave model is," I said firmly.
He agreed.
Over the next several minutes, he had me pose in every position possible. Legs spread. Hand in my thong. Thong off, fingers in my pussy, bra off, pulling on my nipples. Spreading my ass to his camera. Etc...
After 20 or so photos, I checked the shots, and true to his word, none showed my face or would identify me. I asked him who he was going to send the photos. He thought for several seconds and named a couple of his friends. Benji, the little ass being one of them.
I watch him prepare the first shot and send it to his friends. One of the comment line he posted 'Like?'
I went into the kitchen and refreshed our drinks. I began to hear pings as Kent's friends responded. 'Who is that?' was the first. "Damn, nice tits' was the second. and finally, 'You fucking that?'
