My Body-His Marcello (12 page)

“
It
means that you have ideas in your head of how you should be and
what you should respond to or maybe what’ve you enjoyed in the
past. But the truth of the matter is very different than what you
think it should be. Maybe it’s time for you to just accept that
you’re a slut and that the things you thought would turn you off,
turn you on.”

“
I’m a
slut?” I asked incredulously.

“
Of
course, as am I. You’ve allowed your husband to send you away for
three days to another man’s home. There is real empowerment in
owning who and what you are.”

“
I’m
doing all of this for Luke.”

“
Tell
yourself whatever you have to, to get by. I’m just saying there’s
more power in owning it.”

“
What’s going to happen to me?”

“
For
the next few days?”

“
Yes.”

“
I
don’t know and couldn’t tell you if I did. I will tell you that we
will spend the rest of this day and part of the next enjoying each
other. I do know there is a party tomorrow night and I expect you
will figure prominently.”

“
What
does that mean?”

“
Hmmm.
In some way you’ll be the center of attention, I imagine, but
that’s all I’m willing to say. I’ve probably said too much. Please
don’t mention it to anyone.”

I laughed. “Who
is there to tell?”

“
I’m
just saying,” she said, shrugging.

“
Okay.”

* * *

True to Janice’s
word, we played together for most of the rest of the
day.

After we had lain
around for a while and I had recovered she pulled out her bottom
drawer for me to see.

“
Oh my
god!” I said, scanning the different toys filling the space. “Do
you use all of these?”

“
At
one time or another. You know how it goes with these men; I can’t
play with myself without permission now.

I couldn’t help
asking, although I really didn’t want to know, “Did you use these
with Luke?” My stomach clenched before she even
responded.

“
I
don’t know about with you, but Luke wasn’t much into
toys.”

Relief flooded me
and I couldn’t help but smile.

“
You’re a funny one,” she said and gently touched my cheek.
“Jealousy is a really hard thing to deal with in our
lifestyle.”

“
This
is all new to me.”

“
What
do you mean?” The smile from her face dropped.

“
Domination, discipline, having sex with other people … all of
it,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“
Well,
I assumed you were green but not totally inexperienced. Does Luke
know?”

I chuckled, “Of
course he does.”

“
I
see,” she said but I couldn’t tell what was going on in that head
of hers. “So pick something.” She pointed into the
drawer.

The toys were all
piled together so I carefully stirred things around to try to make
sense of it all. I picked up a strap-on and said, “For women? Have
you had girlfriends?”

“
That
one in particular I bought when I was with a Dom before I met Luke.
He would get angry if I purchased a toy and then rarely used it—or
at least not as much as he thought I should. He didn’t care for
waste, so as a joke I bought that. I knew he would never let me
near his ass and I thought it was rather funny.”

“
Did
he punish you?”

“
Of
course he did, as I imagined he would. I still thought he might see
the humor in it, too,” she breathed out heavily, “but his idea of
‘funny’ was to not let me cum for a week. Trust me when I say that
really was not funny.”

I couldn’t help
but laugh. “Sorry Janice but it’s rather hysterical, this lifestyle
we have chosen.” Continuing to search through her stash, I asked,
“So why do you have three of them?”

“
After
Mr. No Humor, I dated a woman for a while. She was gorgeous and
submissive and I almost certainly could have fallen in love with
her but for one thing ...”

“
Which
was?” I asked, finding her disclosures fascinating.

“
She
had no cock.” Janice winked at me.

“
Oh my
god,” I cracked up, “that is not what I thought you were going to
say! You are too funny.”

“
Sorry, it’s true. Can you imagine going through life never
blowing a cock again? Never being fucked hard by a live, warm dick?
I can’t.” She smiled at my shocked expression.

“
Well,
no, but I don’t have the same interest in women you seem to
have.”

“
Maybe, or maybe not. My girlfriend wasn’t at all okay with me
fucking men. I found that out when she left me.”

I didn’t know
what to say so I kept looking through the treasure trove. There was
also a variety of vibrators, butt plugs, and dildos. I picked up
the double-sided beige rubber dildo—sure it must be a gag gift. It
had to be more than a foot long and super thick. “You don’t really
use this?” I asked.

“
Oh
that is one of my favorites. Let’s use that,” she said
enthusiastically.

“
It’s
your body,” I laughed.

Janice handed me
a bottle of lube and situated herself in the middle of the bed.
“Mind grabbing a towel from the bathroom?” she said.

I left the big
fake cock on the bed beside her and retrieved the towel. She raised
her hips so I could place it underneath her.

“
Come
kiss me first,” she ordered.

As I lay naked
next to her on the bed, she brushed my brown hair away from my face
and pulled me toward her. Licking my lips, she murmured, “You taste
so good. That’s one of the things I so love about
women.”

“
Mmm,”
I said, kissing her
, tasting
her warm
mouth.

Placing her hand
behind my head, she increased the pressure of our kiss but kept her
mouth loose and relaxed. As she swirled her tongue in my mouth, she
pushed my hand down to her hairless pussy. I touched her there for
the first time. Her lips were smooth as silk and very
wet.

Spreading her
juices around, I rolled her bulbous clit. Her larger nub protruded
and felt good on my fingers.

“
Oh
yes, Jane, just like that,” she whispered, breathless.

Dipping down to
her wetness I said, “Are you ready?”

“
Yes
please,” she said and scooted up onto the pillows behind
her.

I smiled,
thinking of Luke. If he planned to punish me like this again, I was
all for it.

I scooted down
the bed and covered one side of the fake phallus with lube. As I
pushed the head into her pussy, she spread her legs farther apart
to give me better access.

I watched her
expression as I fed more into her.

“
Oh
that’s good,” she said, reaching down to play with her clit. She
rubbed hard and frantically as I forced the large dildo in and out
of her.

I increased the
pace, using both hands to control the penetration.

“
More,” she moaned.

I couldn’t force
more of the length into her; I was hitting a wall.

“
No, I
mean … oh so good. I mean in my ass, you silly girl!”

I bent the dildo
in half, lubing the second side. Holding one end in her pussy with
one hand, I tried to slide the other end into her anus. It wouldn’t
go in easily, so I used my finger to stretch her.

After pushing my
finger in and out and around her, I tried the dildo again. With
some force behind it, it slid home.

“
Oh
yes, Jane, that is so good, so fucking good.”

I pistoned the
cock in and out, alternating the thick invasion.

Janice slapped
her own pussy as I continued the assault. She looked so sexy
propped up on her pillows, her breasts heaving, small nipples hard
and prominent, legs spread and pulled back to give me full
access.

What happened
next completely took me by surprise. She yelled, “Don’t … stop and
keep that … pace, oh, oh, oh!”

As she came, her
face a beautiful twist of passion and release, she squirted high up
in the air, some of her cum landing in my lap and on my chest.
Squirt after squirt, her orgasm lasted far longer than any I had
ever experienced.

She signaled with
her hand for me to stop, so I pulled out the dildo and deposited it
in the sink in the bathroom, taking the time to dry myself
off.

Coming back into
the room, I said, “You missed the towel.” I threw back my head and
laughed.

After wiping
herself off she threw the towel to the side of the bed and said,
“Let’s snuggle.”

I gladly
complied.

* * *

A woman in a
pressed dress uniform finally brought us food around dinner time.
Staff?
Famished by the time she served us, I devoured the
meal. Janice and I dined alone in her bedroom and again it irked me
that I had yet to hear from Marcello. I should have felt grateful
and relieved but instead suffered acute annoyance.

The next morning
we took a long leisurely bath, washing each other and making
out.

“
I
need to prepare you for tonight,” Janice said as I soaped her
back.

“
Oh,
great.” A powerful groundswell of panic engulfed me as I paused and
tugged on her shoulder, trying to see her face. “So tell me what I
should expect.”

“
No, I
mean shaving and an enema and a massage,” she said over her right
shoulder, smiling.

“
Oh
...” I breathed out. “A massage?” I relaxed my scrunched shoulders,
but only momentarily.

“
Yes,
you need to be loose and relaxed for tonight.”

“
Why
does that worry me?”

Janice swiveled
her body to face mine. “I’ve been giving you great advice and I’m
not sure you’re hearing it. Everything that will happen, you will
enjoy if you let go of the idea of what you should and shouldn’t
like. Stop fighting with your body. Surrender.”

“
I
don’t know if I can do that.”

“
Maybe
not, but it would make the next couple days much easier for
you.”

We finished
bathing each other as the stress that I’d managed to banish during
my day with Janice returned stronger than before. The day passed
way too quickly. By four o’clock we were granted a bowl of fruit,
which I gobbled up.

“
Time
to start the prep.”

“
Okay,” I said, dreading it.

“
We’ll
do the enema first. This is going to hurt. It always does the first
couple of times.”

“
I’ve
cleaned myself out before and it never hurt.”

“
Not
like this,” she said.

She had me lie on
a massage table and hold my knees back toward myself. She gently
forced a narrow plastic hose up my rectum. She attached a bag of
warm water and had it flow into me. I found it to be a rather
pleasant experience and thought to myself,
No
sweat
.

I couldn’t have
been more wrong. As soon as all the water had drained into me, the
intense cramping began. The prolonged process of cleansing my
bowels caused me to take another step away from the life I had once
inhabited.

“
Oh
man, Janice, I need to get to a toilet NOW!”

“
You
have to wait three more minutes.”

“
There’s no way. I can’t hold it.”

“
Yes
you can. Just breathe deeply and relax.”

“
I
hate it when people say to relax in situations where relaxation is
impossible. It’s extreme arrogance to tell someone to relax when
that’s contrary to the situation,” I ranted.

“
Two
more minutes,” she said. “Believe it or not I’ve grown to enjoy
this.”

“
Not!”
I said through clinched teeth. “It’s going to come out and I won’t
be able to stop it.”

“
You
will be fine. Whatever you do, don’t relax,” she said,
laughing.

“
Making jokes at my expense at a time like this?”

“
I’m
trying to distract you. Is it working? Thirty more
seconds.”

“
Fuck,
fuck, fuck. Hurry. You need to get me down now.”

“
Okay,
okay. It’s been in there long enough.” She helped off the massage
table and over to the toilet.

“
I
never, ever want to do that again.”

“
Like
I said, it’s something that gets easier.”

“
Whatever,” I said. “Please leave me alone.”

Janice left the
bathroom as my body purged itself of its contents.

She came back a
few minutes after I had finished and said, “Shower time, and make
sure to shave your legs and underarms.”

She was holding a
towel for me when I got out of the shower and wrapped it around my
shoulders. “Up on the table again, and hold your legs back and up
for me.”