Our sessions together are always conducted in near silence. Dory knows exactly what I desire and the way she conducts the proceedings without needing for either of us to speak only adds the exquisite eroticism of our time together. She varies the order of things slightly from session to session, but everything that happens always happens, and everything is deeply integral and necessary to the whole experience.
Dory, by the way, is not her real name; it is, in fact the name of her cat, but it will do for her here...
To continue, whenever I arrive at Dory's house, she always greets me in the same attire: A simple black dress with stockings and high heels. When we are engaged, however, she undresses (separately from me), and then she meets me in the bathroom wearing nothing but her garter belt. She is a very attractive woman in a dark, Mediterranean sort of way, younger by a couple of years, I would guess, than my own fifty. Her eyes are intelligent and the faint lines at the corners speak to experience rather than age. Her hair is almost black and I like the fact that she shaves neither armpits nor pubic area. The latter, though, is always neatly trimmed; square across the top and defoliated down the sides so that the smooth tan of her mound and deliciously plump nether lips are just apparent. She also has, I say without exaggeration, a derriere that much younger women would kill for.
Each time I walk into Dory's bathroom, I can always feel my pulse start to quicken. It is large and tiled in gray marble, with the lights in the high ceiling always muted to give the space an almost temple-like atmosphere. It also tends to be slightly chill, which also, strangely, enhances the mood when we are in session. There is a toilet and a bidet in the main space, along with the usual vanity, but, uniquely, there is also another commode in the large, door-less, walk-in shower. Clearly, this was designed for use by a disabled person, as the floor is ramped down from the entrance and there are bars behind and to one side of the commode to accommodate a wheelchair-bound person. These too, are useful in our sessions.
There is also a steel shelf along one wall and, always, Dory sets out the special items she will use in exciting array, ready and waiting for my attendance. Among these articles, is a large glass syringe with a variety of different sized nozzles laid out beside it, rubber gloves, dildos and vibrators, in different sizes and shapes, a speculum, stainless steel sounds, both straight and curved, and a jar of cold cream that Dory uses as a lubricant. It has a very distinctive, rather floral aroma and, whenever I encounter it elsewhere, it never fails to produce, in me, an immediate, visceral response. Some of these articles do not get used in a given session, although just the sight of them adds to my excitement, but there are always two items that are always used during our encounters...
The first of these consists of a pair of clear plastic bottles, each filled to the top with Dory's own pale amber nectar. She saves this over the course of a few days and stores it in the fridge. She only removes the bottles shortly before my arrival so that her golden secretion is still chilled when she uses it. The other, fundamental, item is a full enema bag hanging over the commode from a hook on the wall. I always 'prep' myself with a cleansing enema before attending a session but, today, as on every occasion, the ritual use of this particular piece of equipment comes first.
As soon as Dory appears, I know to take my position, and there is always a folded towel on the floor before the commode for me to kneel upon. Once on my knees, I must lean forward and grasp the bar just above the tank with my hind quarters thus fully exposed for her. When I am ready, she brings over the jar of cold cream, after snapping on her gloves, and kneels down close enough to me so that, as soon as she uncaps the jar, the smell gives me that characteristic wave of arousal. The nozzle she uses is a large one made of a flexible black rubberlike material, formed into a series of rounded bulges, narrow at the tip then becoming successively wider towards the other end. She uses the cream to coat it thickly and generously, then moves behind me.
Now, every single thing that Dory does once we are in the bathroom is calculated, and undertaken in a deliciously slow and methodical way. There is something about each deliberate action that makes what she does seem almost ritualistic, and her carefully solemn manner just serves to heighten my anticipation of what is coming.
Before Dory attempts to insert the nozzle, she first lubricates one finger, scooping up a dollop of the cream, and applies it to my waiting asshole, smearing it over and around the sensitive skin in deliciously slow circles. Finally, when I am completely relaxed, she is able to slide the tip almost effortlessly inside. She goes deeper, twisting and curling the tip so that I can feel her stroking my inner passage, just grazing the bump of my prostate before she finally withdraws. Then, and only then, does she put the tip of the nozzle to my well lubricated opening, and slide it in, pausing after each bulge in the shaft opens me successively wider. It takes many minutes and, when it is buried all the way inside, she pops the clamp on the tube and the water begins to flow.
Twenty, or maybe even ten years ago, I would almost certainly be hard before even getting undressed but, nowadays, things happen a bit slower. Usually, during the slow teasing with her finger, Dory makes my cock begin to twitch and I can feel an incipient heaviness, but it is only when I feel the rush of water going up deep inside me that I become fully erect. It doesn't happen quickly, but rather steadily, and I can feel myself swell until the head is extending stiffly up to press insistently at the cold underside of the bowl. Occasionally, and she did it today, Dory will reach beneath me and lightly curl her fingers around my turgid shaft to see how things are progressing. It's just a light touch, fleeting really, but the gentleness always makes me shiver with pleasure.
The enema usually only takes a couple of minutes to complete. I can't take a great deal of liquid before I feel uncomfortable and Dory always limits the amount to no more than a quart. When it is finished, she slowly pulls out the nozzle, one bulge at a time, and then, as required, I sit down to expel. There is no seat on the toilet and the feel of the cold, hard porcelain is, for some reason, very sexually stimulating. Before I begin, Dory always exits the shower and cleans the nozzle in the main bathroom area. She does this thoroughly and times her return to the very moment that I am empty once again. Then, she does something I love.
Dory always has me remain seated when she flushes the toilet but she has developed a very interesting little twist... She bends over me, one hand on my shoulder, and then with the other, always slowly, always gently, she carefully slides back my foreskin, then pushes my shaft downward into the bowl. Then, she pulls me ever so slightly forward until the sensitive tip is pressed against the inside of the bowl and she releases me, allowing the shaft to spring back up again, trapping my swollen head beneath the rim. Only then does she press the lever for the flush.
Oh God... the sound of the whooshing water being sucked from the bowl echoes off the marble walls so loudly, but it is nothing to the sensation of the cold water breaking against my cockhead and jetting down the shaft. It always gives me an incredible jolt of pleasure, no matter how many times I experience it, and the feeling is... well, it just has to be experienced to be appreciated. Afterwards, I rise and Dory carefully towels off my cock making me ready for what is to come next.
When Dory unfolds the towel she used to swab me dry, and places it on the floor, I know what is expected and I sit down upon it, leaning back on my hands. Dory stands over me, her feet astride my hips and I am now face to face with her gorgeous pussy. She places her hands on her hips and holds my gaze for a moment before I see her stomach muscles contract. Second later, her pee burst, first into a little spurt, then into a steady and amazingly powerful stream.
