Amanda and Lucy in control - 6

[OliveL]

Lucy began laying the table ready for her mum and dad’s return around 7.00 when she knew they would be bringing in fish and chips, but found it impossible not to think about the afternoon. She was sure that if she texted Amanda, which she knew she had to do, and asked her to tell Steve to come round again, he would. But would he come without being told to do so by Amanda? Only one way to find out.

She texted Steve. “Here tomorrow at 10.00? Let me know.”

She finished laying the table and heard her parents coming in. Five minutes later they were sitting round having cod and chips and talking happily as always. Then her phone buzzed and she knew she had received a text.

“You and your friends are always texting. Go on, check it,” said her dad, smiling.

“It will wait,” replied Lucy and finished her fish and chips before taking the plates out to the kitchen. Only then did she take her phone from her pocket. The text was from Steve. Just “okay”. Lucy felt such a buzz. So far so good, she thought.

Returning to the dining room, she had brought the ice cream from the freezer and sat talking with her parents for half an hour.

“We need to go out on Saturday for most of the day,” said her mum. “Will you be all right here or would you like to go to your grandparents for the day?”

Lucy pulled a face. "I'd rather stay her and ask Amanda round if she is free.”

In her bedroom, Lucy now ‘phoned Amanda and after a lot of giggling she said “speak to you soon” and the call was finished.

Lucy smiled. She now knew Steve had agreed to come round in the morning without being told to do so by Amanda.

What did she really want with Steve? Lucy asked herself. She wanted to wank him, that was for sure. But what she really wanted, if she could achieve it, was to have him completely under her control. If she could go through with the second stage of the bathing plan, surely he would be, but would he agree to that? She decided not to try tomorrow, just to do much the same as she had during the afternoon, but this time wanking Steve if he agreed. Then, with potentially much more time available on Saturday she would go for it. It was fun having Steve naked, but the real prize, she knew, would be having him completely under her control.

Steve arrived at 10.00 and, a little sheepishly, came in.

“Ok Steve, you know what to do.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. Including your watch.” Lucy wanted Steve totally naked as instinctively she knew that would make him more nervous, more on edge. And when was took his trousers off she was pleased to see he was wearing the panties she had given him the previous day.

They were soon off and Steve stood there awkwardly, his hands down and slightly trying to cover his privates though he was sure if he did Lucy would tell him to move them.

“Upstairs, Steve,” she instructed, and he followed her.

She went into the third bedroom and had already spread a towel on the bed. She pointed to the bed and Steve lay down. Overnight Lucy had been wondering what the best position would be for wanking Steve. She still wasn’t sure but thought maybe kneeling between his knees facing him.

She told Steve to open his legs and “I’m going to wank you, all right?”

Steve nodded. Lucy knelt and with some moisturiser on her hands took hold of Steve’s dick and gently squeezed it. In seconds he was erect and now she started rubbing his dick up and down much as she had seen Steve do when he had wanked himself. The effect was quite different, though. As she moved her fingers up and down each side of his dick he wriggled around and when the sperm started to flow he screamed, not in pain Lucy thought, but in pleasure. She kept rubbing his dick until the flow had stopped and his dick softened and had shrunk almost as quickly a few minutes earlier it had become hard and larger.

Lucy had sperm on her fingers and there were bits on Steve's legs, pubic area and lower stomach. Her first thought was I’ll bath him again, but then she thought, yes but later. I might as well go for it now as wait for Saturday.

Lucy got up and washed her hands in the bathroom and brought a damp flannel to clean Steve up. “Wait here for a few minutes”, she instructed, “I’ll be back soon.”

She quickly prepared everything in the bathroom and ran the bath. She wouldn’t be having Steve in it for some time so only filled with hot.

She went back into the third bedroom and told Steve to follow her. Having heard the bath run he was expecting to be bathed again and started to climb in when Lucy stopped him.

“Does your mum give you enemas, Steve?” she asked.

“I don’t think so, what are they?”

Lucy was secretly delighted. “You are just about to find out.”

It was only after she closed the door that Steve noticed a hot water bottle hanging from a hook with a long rubber tube with a black nozzle training from it.

Lucy sat on the bathroom chair, put a towel over her lap and told Steve to lie across it. He thought at first she was going to spank him but then he wondered about the hot water bottle and tube.

He was lying the wrong way to see what Lucy did next but he soon knew. He felt her part his legs and knew she could see both his anus and the back of his balls. Then he could feel the nozzle on the end of the tube being pushed gently into his anus and onward, he thought about three inches. Then nothing for a while until he could feel water entering him.

“You are having your first enema, Steve. Once there is enough water in you I will turn off the tap, pull the tube out and pop some tissue in you.”

After about five minutes Steve was feeling very full. Lucy turned off the tap, eased the nozzle out and he felt her plug his anus with tissue.

“Ok Steve, stand up.”

Steve was now feeling very full indeed as the water inside him moved downwards. And in urgent need to go to the loo.

“Ok Steve, on the toilet.”

He made it, just, and in seconds the plug of tissue had been blown out of his anus by a rush of water and he had no control as both water and solid matter poured out of him. And when he looked up Lucy was smiling and he realised he was doing his number twos in front of her. This was much the most humiliating moment he had spent with her. Far more than stripping naked, and much more than when she had wanked.

When it was clear he had finished. Lucy said, “go on, wipe yourself” and he then had the further humiliation of bending over and wiping himself in front of her. But at least he now realised why the bath had been run.

“Not yet, Steve, another enema or two first,” and she re-filled the hot water bottle, hung it up and told Steve to get back across her legs. Once again Steve was filled, plugged and sat on the toilet while the water gushed from him.

Again he bent down and wiped himself, and went to flush the loo, but Lucy stopped him. She got up and glanced in the bowel. Not much solid matter but still some. She pulled the flush and, smiling, said “once more, I think, Steve.”

Ten minutes later Steve was going in front of her for the third time. Again he got up, wiped himself and Lucy glanced in the bowel. “That’s better. Ok, now in the bath.”

The toiled flushed, Steve was now in the bath and as on the previous occasion Lucy gave him a thorough soaping, particularly his privates and anus before telling him to stand up while she rinsed him off. Then she handed him a towel.

“Well, Steve, how did you enjoy your first enemas?”

Steve looked down to the floor, a picture of embarrassed subservience.

“If you don’t look at me properly and tell me, I’ll give you another one, right now.”

Steve lifted his head a looked at Lucy. Oh my god, he thought, she has seen me on the loo with water and number twos pouring out and then wiping myself. What can I say? He stammered “the water was okay but …” and then started crying.

Lucy said “well, I enjoyed it. I will tell Amanda, and maybe next time she’ll watch, but otherwise it is our secret, I promise you.”

“Please don’t do it again when Amanda’s here, please. I’ll do anything but not that, please.”

“Well, Steve, not next time. But it depends on how good a boy you are I am with you. Who knows, I might let Amanda and Mary watch if you aren’t. Anyway, let’s go downstairs.”

Steve was still naked and they could both hear girls talking in the street. The same girls whom they had passed the previous time Steve had been to her home.

“Um, maybe I should ask my friends in. What do you think, Steve?”

“Lucy, please no, I beg you,” replied Steve, desperately.

“Um, ok, maybe next time. We’ll see. Okay Steve, you can get dressed now.”