Gazing At Emily Redux

[The story which preceded this one appeared here more than 21 years ago. Recently, I enjoyed some experiences which suggested a new chapter for the story. This story deals with bodily functions, including urination, defecation, and menstruation. If you find those topics unwelcome, please read no further. All characters are well over 18.]

I don't live with my younger sister anymore. Emily has now been married for more than a dozen years and has two darling girls. Much to everyone's surprise, I also got married. I still have a great job, having re-located when I received a terrific offer to switch companies.

I did meet my wife through my work. We met when I had my old job. She was a personal assistant to a high-level exec. I was a high-level exec. We sensed something in common early on, namely, that we each liked women. We went out for a drink, but at a cocktail lounge far from where we worked, so we wouldn't run into people we knew there.

I found that Allison both loved me and wanted me to be in charge in our marriage. When I disclosed to her how I had served my younger sister back when we lived together, Allison gave me a sweet kiss and told me that she wanted to have me be in charge of her in the way Emily took control of me.

So now when we get home from work, Allison removes all of her clothing except for her bra and panties, and then lies down in the bathtub on her back. As much as I enjoyed the game Emily played when I was in that position, Allison prefers that I go ahead and let my pee flow when I feel ready. If she sees a string hanging out of me, she will grasp it with her teeth and pull my tampon out.

She likes to remove my tampon while I'm still peeing when the warm pee gets all over her face as she is pulling the tampon out. I have told her that I do not want her to receive the products coming out of my bottom-hole in her mouth. She would gladly do that, or so she says, but since it doesn't especially turn me on. I prefer that we avoid possible problems.

Emily set strict limits on my service. She continued to wipe between her legs after she excreted, even when the excretion went onto my face. In contrast, I'm happy to have Allison lick all my holes clean. There aren't any cream pies because she is the only one with whom I have had intercourse now. She says that she adores getting to lick my cunt and taste my sweet honey.

She does apply her tongue around my peehole, and then around my anal area and inside my rear hole. I tend to excrete clean movements, leaving truly little residue around my anus or even inside it within reach of her tongue.

She really loves to lick my cunt when I have my period after she has taken my tampon out. Even if there is no gush then of menstrual flow, she will have plenty of fluid in my vagina to immerse her mouth in, along, of course, with my bloody tampon.

If she has been a good girl, I allow her the privilege of licking and sucking on my tampon. If she pulls out my soiled tampon, she gets a fresh one and inserts it in my vagina. If she has been naughty, I will tell her while she is serving me how she will be disciplined. I start by relating just how she has been naughty; then I pronounce her sentence, which can range from a simple spanking to a whipping or caning.

She will cry most often if I tell her that she will be caned. She is frightened by my thin yellow cane. Not only do I not tell her how many strokes she will get, but she also knows that if she loses count, I may opt to begin the caning all over again. I only did this once when she insulted me. I decided that severe punishment was in order, so I sternly told her to count the strokes.

She was so fearful and upset that she lost count when I had given her 10 strokes. I usually do not give her more than 12, two sixes. When I announced that she had lost count, she pleaded with me not to begin the caning again. She knew there would be at least 12 more strokes and she was very scared because she could see how angry I was with her and how the cane stung.

I decided that I wanted to show some mercy but didn't want to undercut the purpose of my disciplining her. I began the caning again and she did count, although she was crying. I gave her six more strokes. I saw the parallel red lines on her butt that my cane had inflicted just before telling her she could thank me for disciplining her and then pull up her panties.

Allison was utterly amazed that I had been so generous with her. She asked permission to thank me by kissing me between my legs. I smiled and said that would be delightful. I lowered my panties and opened my legs for her. She crawled between them and began lavishing kisses on my labia and then as far into my vagina as her tongue could reach. Lastly, she kissed my clit gently--the way I like it--until I orgasmed.

She apologized for her naughty behavior, and I forgave her. Then she said that she felt that I had gone easy on her. I responded by telling her she needed to strip down again to bra and panties, and then to get back in the tub on her back.

She hastened to comply with my order. I came into the bathroom bared below my waist. She loves seeing my trimmed pubic triangle. I do trim it so that it is neat, but I do not bother to cut or shave any hair in or on my vulva or around my anal opening. Allison tells me that she likes tasting my hair in those places because even though some traces of my bowel movement or peeing may have adhered to the hairs, she says it makes me seem more feminine.

But now I was poised over her face, sitting on the portable toilet seat we can place in the tub over her face. I let out a few farts when I sat on the seat and my cheeks spread open.

I then bore down, and a long, soft movement slid right out and landed on her face. It was colored light brown and was too soft even to coil on her face. I knew that she was inhaling the putrid smell of my messy feces in her nose. I also could tell that she was having trouble keeping it from slipping all or partly into her mouth because it was so soft.

I told her she could use some toilet paper to pick up my bowel movement and flip it into the toilet. Since it was soft, she didn't have to perform a task I had assigned to her: reaching into the bowl and breaking up any hard turds into small pieces that would not clog the toilet.

Then she was to come back and lie beneath me as I squatted down, almost touching her face. She was now staring into my anus, which was emitting a strong smell because my messy movement had left a good deal of poo around my hole.

Now I gave her the order that she both feared and desired. I told her to clean me with her tongue. I felt her tongue first lick up any pee around my peehole or in my vulva. Then she moved back to apply her oral talents to the poo around my bottom-hole and just inside it. Since I don't shave there, some of was likely to have caught on my hairs.

You of course realize that I need to be clean back there because if the poo stuck to my hairs, I would smell as if I hadn't wiped after I passed my bowel movement. Allison applied herself to cleaning my anus. She would kiss the cleaned skin around my little hole and then insert her tongue into my rectum to complete her assignment.

After she finished, she and I both stood up and moved out of the tub. Allison turned on the tub tap to make sure the tub was clean after I had peed and shat there. She quietly informed me that she needed to pee now, quite badly, and would I be so kind as to allow her to relieve herself. I told her that she had done her cleaning very nicely so she could sit on the toilet seat. However, she would have to keep her panties up until I told her she could lower them. She would then await my further granting of approval for her to urinate.

Allison knew that she needed to comply with these directions exactly if she expected to empty her bulging bladder. I watched her sit on the seat without pulling down her tight white Spanx panties. I've been having her wear them to improve her posture and midsection.

After about a minute, I told her she could lower her panties to her knees, but she would have to await further instruction before she could pee. She knows that if she loses control before receiving permission to pee, she will be placed on toilet restriction, which limits how many times each day she may use the toilet. I could see that she was becoming desperate and would be unable to retain her pee with her panties down.

This time I decided to go easy on her. Normally, I make her wait a while with her panties down at her knees as she sits on the toilet seat unable to release her urinary sphincter. I asked her if she needed to go badly enough for me to go ahead and allow her the privilege.

She said she was not likely to be able to hold it in much longer and she would hate losing control in front of me. She did not mention that I have intimated that the punishment for peeing without permission might be cane strokes between her legs.

Allison is totally submissive and has confessed to me that she loves me as well for my willingness to dominate her. She has said that she needs to be made to hold her pee in, knowing that failure will result in severe punishment.

"Allison," I said, "you've been a very good girl and served me well, so go ahead and pee," I smiled as I told her.

A loud burst of her pee hit the toilet water noisily a second or two after I gave her permission. I find it very empowering to decide when she is allowed to pee or move her bowels. I also will decide what kind of protection she will be allowed to use when she gets her period.

She must keep track of her periods so she can come to me the day before she expects it to start. Based on her behavior during the month since she last menstruated, I will allow her to use tampons and period panties, her two preferred methods of period protection. If I feel she has misbehaved too frequently or otherwise been naughty, she will have to wear maxipads in her panties. If she has been a very bad girl, she will be limited to wearing a pantiliner. She will have to request permission to change it, knowing that I may not allow this as often as she needs to change her pantiliner.

Only once have I had to limit her to pantiliners. She found it excruciatingly embarrassing because she had to time her requests to change very carefully. If the liner were too clean, I might make her pull up her panties and now wait for a specified time, by when she would be likely to have soiled the liner and it may have begun to leak into her panties.

Any leaks would be dealt with by her taking a whipping from me. I really do not like to whip Allison. I've found that I don't like her bruised, because it will limit her ability to engage with me and she may even require extra attention on my part. Thus, to me, the most effective part of a whipping or caning is when I tell her: "You have been naughty. You will be caned."

This invocation, by itself, tends to produce particularly good behavior on Allison's part. She is a pretty, lean woman with a small bust (32B) and lovely auburn hair. I am taller than she is (5-7) and larger framed but not heavy. My hair is sandy blond, and I like to wear it comparatively short.

Allison is happy to have me decide each day what panties she will wear. In general, she seeks my approval for all of her clothing selections. Her taste would be better if she weren't so oriented toward outfits that are more appropriate for younger women. Although she is 26, she has taste similar to a 19-year-old. I am 35 and have become accustomed to dressing as a professional executive.

I do often have her wear plain white cotton panties. I find that wearing these keeps her in a submissive frame of mind. I may conduct a panty inspection at any time, so she knows she has to keep her panties clean and unstained. White cotton undies tend to show stains.

She has been told that if she behaves well, she will be permitted to wear thongs. I do not like them, but she is still young enough to enjoy them, if you truly can enjoy a thin piece of fabric pressing in on your cunt and anus. She does occasionally wait too long to ask permission to use the bathroom; even when I quickly allow her to go to the toilet, she may leak or even lose control and fill her panties as she runs dripping to the bathroom.

When this happens, which still occurs far too frequently, I usually put her in tight little girlie panties as punishment. These panties may have little animals on them and bows and are always a smaller size than is comfortable for her even though she is slim.

We have bought little girlie panties with a special coating that prevents them from leaking should Allison lose control in them. She hates having to wear these panties, but I've told her that I will free her from them as soon as she goes a sufficient time without peeing in them.

Although our sex life is wonderful, as we both enjoy arousing each other with oral and anal service, accompanied by a lot of cuddling in our generously sized bed, we sometimes do put down a plastic sheet so we can play with peeing and defecating in bed with each other. During this part of our life together, we each may pee or make doody on each other or enjoy piss cocktails.

Allison loves it when I stick my forefinger or middle finger into her anal rosette and push it in as far as I can, so I'm able to "check her oil." That means that I will see if I feel an incipient bowel movement inside her rectum which will soon emerge. She loves it when I feel that and advise her that "some little girl will soon make a doody."

We enjoy watching each other make doodies in bed. I like to squat and sometimes Allison will position herself underneath my bottom. I sometimes like to lie on my back with my legs spread and flexed, and my bottom supported by a pillow. Then I may watch my own doody emerge from my pooched-out anus.

Allison will ask me if I'm going to make a "hard or soft doody." My bowel movement will be much softer if I take a stool softener pill or two. I do take them often because I tend to be constipated and my stool can be hard and bumpy. She likes it when my poo is soft, because then she can scoop it up as it emerges from my anus and smear it on her body, especially her breasts. If I'm in the mood, I'll get naked as she will and then she can smear some on my boobs.

When Allison is in bed with me and needs to make her doody, she will let it out right there, either on her back or side. We have put down a plastic sheet to accommodate this.

"I'm doing it now," she'll whisper, and I will lift up the blankets to watch her cute little anal rosette pooch out and release a nice smooth log. I praise her as you would a child when she makes a well-shaped lengthy doody. I like to lick the tip as it emerges from her hole. Her poo usually has a fresh and then acrid taste and smell.

Emily came to visit me the other day. Allison was on exceptionally good behavior and charmed my sister, who has a liking for respectful younger women. My sister married her longtime boyfriend a while ago but still lives with both him and her good friend Karen, whom she adopted in a way some years ago, but who became indispensable to her.

Karen was willing to take on the task of supervising Emily's sisters, including me, who lived with her when we were looking for good jobs. Karen proved to be extremely strict with us and punished us often when she felt we had misbehaved or defied her. Her mother came to live with us, too. Karen took on the task of supervising her, and the oversight she gave her was exceedingly strict, mainly because she had been responsible for Karen's having been mistreated when she lived at home.

Emily asked Allison if she had been spanked lately. Allison blushed but said that she expects me to discipline her when she gets out of line. I suspect Allison feared I would describe her discipline if she didn't, so she mentioned that she had been caned.

I did tell Emily that Allison enjoyed performing the service for me that I had provided for Emily--lying under her as she prepared to urinate or defecate. Emily smiled and said she had been pleased that I had married Allison and was doing well at my work.

When I asked her if she would like to have Allison perform that service for her, she smiled and quietly said that that would be very nice. I went over to where Allison was--out of hearing my speaking with Emily--and told her she was being given a great privilege: to lie under my younger sister and receive whatever Emily chose to release.

Allison did a double-take because she knew about my history of serving Emily. She asked me if I thought this was a good idea. I answered that I still liked to oblige Emily when she asks me for something. Allison then nodded her willingness.

I went to the room where Emily was and asked her if this was a good time. She grinned as she said, "Yes, Leslie, I do need to relieve myself." I summoned Allison to accompany us to the bathroom. Emily asked me to stay with them. I told Allison to strip to her bra and panties, then lie on her back in the tub. I placed the toilet seat over her face.

Emily then lifted her tweed skirt and pulled her lovely cream-colored silk panties to her knees. Then she sat on the seat and Allison was now gazing at Emily's lovely vulva. I had not told her about my watching for the tell-tale twitch that signaled when Emily was about to release her pee.

My younger sister then let out a rather small lady-like fart but immediately after, I could see that she had released her pee, which splashed onto Allison's face. Allison looked surprised but not displeased. Emily's pee stream tailed off and she farted again. Then I could see that a thick turd was slowly emerging from her small anal opening. Emily made her doody without speaking or making any other noise.

It landed on Allison's face and was solid enough to coil there. Allison had not been instructed to open her mouth to receive pee or poo. She asked Emily if she wanted her to take it into her mouth. Emily responded that she didn't and took some toilet paper in her hand. She passed this to Allison who used it to pick up Emily's bowel movement and place it in the adjacent toilet.

I was wondering whether Emily would want to be cleaned. She had not often asked me to do that for her. Allison went ahead and asked her if she would like her to do that. Emily very softly said she would. After Emily had risen from the toilet seat, she placed the seat outside the tub and squatted over Allison's face. Allison leaned up and began to lick around Emily's bottom-hole. She pushed her tongue into Emily's anus to clean her as much as possible inside.

After she seemed to have completed her tasks in Emily's anal area, Emily asked her to lick her lean between her legs. Allison leaned up again to do that and I could tell she liked licking my younger sister's vulva much more than her anus. Emily told her that she could stop quite soon, as I recalled she did not like to be aroused by this kind of cleaning. She thanked Allison and said she would wait for us in the living room. Then she pulled up her pretty panties and let her skirt down. She left the bathroom.

Emily told me that I was very lucky to have such a wonderful wife. I asked Allison to come and join us. When she shyly walked in, Emily went over, opened her arms, and hugged Allison, then kissed her deeply.

"Thank you," she told her, "I'm so happy that my sister and you are together. And she obviously has shown you how to please me. I'm most grateful for that."

Then she thanked me for allowing Allison to please her, kissed me and said she'd be in touch soon.

I did speak with her later to find out what it was like having both a husband and a wife, as she did. But that's something to save for another day.