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Subject: {ASSM} The Enema by Laura Lynn Davis, F/f, F/F
Date: Thu,  1 Aug 2002 01:10:05 -0400
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The Enema, by Laura Lynn Davis.  F/f, F/F.

	My name is Rachel Brown.  I'm twenty-nine years old, single, and I have a 
fourteen-year-old daughter, Stacy.  I made a mistake when I was Stacy's age 
but I didn't compound it by marrying her father.  Instead, with the help of 
family and friends I finished school and got a job.  I worked full time and 
went to school at night to get my degree in Computer Science.

	It hasn't been easy but it's paid off.  We have a nice house in a small 
town north of Springfield.  Stacy is freshman at a private school for girls 
and is doing very well.  She's always been a good kid and an excellent 
student.  She's a slender, blonde beauty with a will of iron.  She looks a 
lot like I did at her age but I was never the beauty she is.

	The first semester was barely a couple of weeks old when Stacy told me that 
Ms. Li, her math teacher, wanted me to come it for a conference.  I asked 
what it was about and she shrugged.  "Who knows?  Teachers are weird."

	I'd heard a lot about Ms. Li.  If Stacy was to be believed she was the 
smartest, funniest, most beautiful teacher ever.  Capable of walking on 
water even.  Ms. Li was new at the school, a native of Hong Kong, and a 
recent graduate of Amherst.

	I made an appointment for the following Friday afternoon and arranged to 
leave work early so I could arrive in plenty of time.  Ms. Li was everything 
Stacy'd said and more.  She was a slender tomboy with close-cropped hair so 
black it had blue highlights.  We met in a small conference room near the 
main office.  Ms. Li shook my hand and said, "Please, call me Jill."

	I returned her smile.  "I'm Rachel."

	We settled down and Jill crossed her long, slim legs and smiled.  "What can 
I do for you, Rachel?"

	I stared at her in silence, confused.  "I should be asking you that, 
shouldn't I?  Stacy said you wanted me to come in and meet with you.  I 
assumed she's having a problem I should know about."

	Jill shook her head. "No, she's not having any problems I'm aware of.  
She's my best student."

	We chatted for a while before concluding that Stacy must have misunderstood 
something Jill had said.  We got up and shook hands and I turned to leave.  
Jill followed me out and said, "Let me get my bag and I'll walk out with 
you."

	I nodded.  "Sure.  I'll wait right here."  I watched her walk away, her 
tight little butt swinging side-to-side.  And suddenly I knew Stacy hadn't 
made a mistake.  We'd talked and she was aware that I found other women 
attractive.  She'd been trying her hand at match-making!

	Jill came back a few moments later and we walked out together, chatting.  
When we reached my car I took a deep breath and said, "I owe you an 
apology."

	"Why?  For what?"

	I explained, hoping I wasn't making a mistake.  She grinned when I was 
done.  "Wow!  I'd never have guessed in a million years."  Her eyes locked 
on mine and she stepped closer.  "The teacher's handbook specifically 
forbids male teachers from dating female parents and female teachers from 
dating male parents.  Doesn't say a thing about female teachers dating 
female parents."  She paused for a moment.  "Are you busy tonight?"

	I shook my head.  "No.  But you should know I've never dated a woman."

	She grinned.  "Good.  I'll pick you up at 7:30.  Dress casually."  She 
turned and walked off before I had a chance to refuse.

	When she arrived I was wearing jeans and a cotton sweater.  Stacy was 
spending the night with a friend, totally unaware that I was going out with 
Jill.  Jill was wearing a white silk tee, leather jeans, a matching vest, 
and ankle boots.  She took me to dinner at an Italian place in Springfield.  
Then we went to a lesbian bar across town for drinks and dancing.

	The bar was a quiet little place with a tiny dance floor.  We found a table 
at the back, near the jukebox, and Jill went to the bar to get our drinks.  
When she returned we leaned close and talked.  I learned that she was 
twenty-three, the black sheep daughter of a wealthy Hong Kong businessman.  
"Why are you the black sheep of the family?"

	She grinned.  "You're kidding, right?  A butch dyke daughter in a proper 
Chinese family?"  Before I had a chance to respond she took my hand and 
said, "Let's dance."

	We danced a couple of times and then a slow ballad came on.  She drew me 
close and slipped her arms around me.  She tried to slip her hands down the 
back of my jeans but they were too tight.  She sighed and whispered, "Unsnap 
them."

	I hesitated for a brief moment.  Then I unsnapped my jeans and she slid her 
hands down onto my butt.  As we danced her hands moved up and down my back, 
stroking me gently.  Her boot heels made her an inch taller than me.  I 
rested my head on her shoulder and swayed with the music.  When the song was 
over we walked back to the table.

	Before I could sit down she said, "Go into the john and lose the bra and 
panties."

	I was going to refuse.  The word no was on the tip of my tongue.  Then I 
turned and walked away.  When I got back to the table my bra and panties 
were in my purse, folded neatly.  My jeans were still unsnapped.  We danced 
again and I sighed as her hands stroked my bare bottom.  We left a few 
minutes later.

	As we pulled out of the parking lot she put her hand on my knee and said, 
"I hate the feel of denim."  I glanced at her, feeling an unfamiliar 
excitement deep in my belly.  I slipped my jeans down and off, folding them 
neatly before putting them in the back seat.  She reached over and put her 
hand on my knee again.  "Much, much better.  Soft, silky skin is much 
preferable to denim."

	I sighed and slumped in my seat as she stroked my thigh, her touch as light 
as a feather.  I desperately wanted her to touch me *there* but she seemed 
content to stroke my thigh.   After a couple of minutes she glanced at me 
and smiled.  "Are your tits as pretty as the rest of you?"

	I pulled my sweater off over my head, tossing it in the back seat without 
bothering to fold it.  She grinned.  "Oh, yes.  They are.  They certainly 
are."  She ran the back of her hand over my left nipple and I sighed with 
pleasure as it sprang erect.

	She dropped her hand back to my thigh and I shook my head.  "God, you must 
think I'm a total slut!  We've know each other for less than seven hours and 
here I am, naked in your car."

	She laughed.  "I like you naked.  I'm going to keep you naked as much as 
possible."  She paused and tweaked my nipple.  "Any objections?"

	I shook my head.  "No, none."  I turned toward her and spread my legs.  
"Please......"

	She slipped her hand between my legs but it was awkward.  Her fingers 
cupped my mound with the heel of her hand pressed against my clit.  I moaned 
as her middle finger slipped into my wet cunt.  She pulled off and stopped 
behind an abandoned gas station.  She turned the lights off but left the 
engine running.  I moaned and whimpered as she masturbated me to orgasm.  It 
was incredible!  The first orgasm I'd ever experienced without masturbating 
myself!

	She held me, kissing me and stroking me until I was calm again.  Then I 
curled up on the seat with my head on her thigh and she stroked my ass while 
she drove.  We were close to home when she slipped her finger between my 
buttocks and touched my anus.  I whispered, "NO!  Please!"  She withdrew her 
finger immediately.

	After a moment she asked me if I knew what a Bardex nozzle was.  I shook my 
head and whispered, "No, I don't.  What is it?"

	She patted my bottom.  "It's what they use to give an enema.  I'm going to 
grease your tight little ass hole and slip one into you in about ten 
minutes.  I'm going to let you take about two quarts and hold it.  If you be 
a good girl I won't make you hold it for too long."

	I shook my head.  "NO!  I won't let you."

	She didn't reply.  I drew my knees up to my chest and stared at the 
dashboard.  When we arrived at her house she pulled right into the garage.  
I sat up and asked her to drive me home.  She shook her head. "Get out of 
the car, Rachel.  Now."

	I got out.  The cement was cold and gritty under my bare feet.  I followed 
her into the house, leaving my clothes and purse in the car.  She took me 
upstairs to the master bath and put me on my knees on the mat.  I watched as 
she filled an enema bag with warm soapy water.  She hung it from the shower 
rod and attached the tubing.

	She told me to get down on my stomach and pull my knees up under my belly.  
I stared at the wall, whimpering, as she greased me.  I gasped as she eased 
the Bardex nozzle into my ass.  She attached the tube and turned a knob.  I 
whimpered as the warm water flowed into my rectum.  She sat next to me, 
rubbing my belly, telling me that I was a good girl, a pretty slut.

	I took slightly more than a quart before she stopped the flow.  She eased 
the nozzle out and I sighed in relief.  But she made me hold it and hold it. 
  I cried.  "Please.  Let me go.  I've been a good girl.  Please!"

	She leaned close and whispered, "What are you?"

	I shook my head.  "I don't know."

	She chuckled.  "What kind of woman lets another woman strip her on their 
first date?"

	I took a deep, sobbing breath.  "A slut.  I'm a slut."

	"That's right.  You're a naked slut.  Say it."

	"I'm a naked slut.  Now please let me use the toilet."

	She cupped my sex and squeezed gently.  "Beg.... slave."

	I shook my head.  "Noooo, I'm not a slave!  I'm not!"

	She squeezed my sex.  "Then get up and leave."

	I started to cry as she slipped one and then two fingers into my cunt.  She 
ran her tongue around my ear.  "What are you?"

	I lifted my head and stared at her for a moment, tears streaming down my 
face.  "I'm a slave."

	"Whose slave?"

	"Your slave.  Your nude slave."

	She eased her fingers out of my cunt.  "Good girl.  Now get up and straddle 
the toilet.  Leave the seat up and face the wall."

	I got up and straddled the toiled, clasping the cold porcelain between my 
thighs.  The wall behind the toilet was mirrored.  I lifted my head and 
stared at her reflection while I emptied my bowels.  She watched me wipe 
myself, the ultimate humiliation.  She smiled and said, "Take a shower and 
come to bed."

	She turned and left.  I stared at myself in the mirror.  I didn't look any 
different.  I leaned close to my reflection and whispered,  "You have 
changed.  You're a slave."

	Later, in Jill's bed, I sighed as she fucked me with a strap-on.  "Please, 
promise me one thing."

	"What?"

	"Stacy must never know that I'm your slave."

	She grinned.  "That's going to be kind of hard.  Stacy, come here."

	I stiffened in shock as the bedroom door opened and my beautiful, innocent 
daughter walked in.  She was nude and wore a leather collar.  She climbed 
onto the bed.  "Yes, mistress?"

	Stacy stared at me, smiling, as our owner fondled her firm round breasts.  
Jill informed me that I was #2 and had better obey Stacy or she'd take the 
skin off my butt with a bullwhip.

	When Jill was done with me she went to take a shower.  Stacy stretched out 
on her back and spread her legs.  "Eat me, mom."

	Sobbing, I ran my tongue along her slit.  I had no choice.  I was a slave.

	The End


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