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Sensitivity Training 1



   By Ed Rider



   "Oh my gosh, look at her, Horace!"

   Horace looked up from his book to see what his wife was excited about,
and when he saw, he wasn't upset at the interruption.

   Walking to a lounge chair on the other side of the pool was a figure out
of a computer game.  But she wasn't just large, she was large in all the
right places.

   He tried to guess how tall the woman was, way over his nearly six feet
for sure.  But she wasn't a beanpole, and she wasn't dumpy looking.  Her
sunscreen made her skin gleam and emphasized every curve, from her
perfectly round rear under the somewhat modest two-piece swimsuit bottom to
the ample breasts struggling to break free of the skimpy bikini top
restraining them.

   When she had settled into the chair, they saw she was alone.  "I wonder
if she's here by herself," said Mara.  "Do you think a woman like that has
trouble attracting men?"

   "That's exactly what I was thinking," said Horace.  "Of course, she can
attract them.  Every man -- and every woman -- around the pool is staring
at her right now, even though some of them are trying to hide it.  But I
doubt if any single man approaches her.  She's got a beautiful face and a
body that's hotter than a volcano, but her size is going to scare them
off."

   "If she has a relationship, her size has got to be a major problem,"
said Mara, "maybe similar to us.  Unless she only dates football or
basketball players, every guy she's with has got to be a lot smaller than
her.  Maybe they feel the way I do."

   "I think it's a lot different," said Horace.  "It's true that you're
less than five feet, but when the man is tall and the woman is short,
that's more common and not as much of a problem."

   "That's what you always say, Horace, but I've told you many times that
just because you're not sensitive to it doesn't mean it's not a problem. 
How many times have we had this conversation?  You just don't understand
that there are things that you do that hurt me, both emotionally and
physically.  I know you don't mean to, but your body is so large and mine
is so small that you need to be more aware of what you're doing."

   "You know I'm trying, Mara," he said, turning back to his book.

   "Not hard enough," she muttered to herself.



   When he was getting out of the pool after swimming 50 laps, he saw that
Mara had walked over to the Amazon and was in deep conversation.  He
decided not to interrupt and went back to his chair, dried himself and
returned to his book.

   On the way back to the room, he asked Mara what the two of them had been
talking about.

   "Diana is a sales executive with an insurance company," she said. 
"She's not here on vacation like we are, but she said today's conference
meetings are at night, so she decided to enjoy the facilities during the
day.  Tomorrow's meetings are in the morning, and she'll have the rest of
the day off."

   "Is that all she told you?" said Horace.  "You were talking to her more
than two hours."

   "I wasn't sure how sensitive she was," said Mara, "but when I brought up
the subject of her size, she wasn't hesitant to talk about it.  You're
right that most men are intimidated by her.  She said that in order to
date, she has to be the instigator.

   "Once they find out she doesn't care about the size difference, she said
her men break down into two categories.  A few of them work on ignoring the
differences as much as they can and try to have a normal relationship with
her.  Those are rare, she says, but they are the ones she's most attracted
to.

   "So far, she hasn't found the right guy, but she knows that when she
does, even if the guy tries to act normally, she will still have to
concentrate on being sensitive to the differences in size, both when
they're out in public and when they're making love.  Otherwise, something
that might mean nothing to her could affect his psyche and ruin the
relationship, she said, so when she's with a manly man, she's very careful
about what she does with her body.  Her attitude is a lot different than
yours, Horace.

   "Meanwhile, she doesn't mind going out with the second kind, who are men
that want to be dominated by a strong woman.  Some of them are perfectly
normal, except when they're alone.  You wouldn't believe some of the things
she told me.  Most of them like to pretend that they are being forced into
the things she makes them do against their will, but even when they fight
her, they always come back and beg for more.

   "She said she enjoys these men, too, but in a different way.  She'd
rather be with someone in the first category, but when one isn't available,
she'll make do with the second."

   "Very interesting," said Horace.  "I wonder how she's built inside. 
Would a man get lost in there."

   "You're disgusting, Horace," she said, "but as a matter of fact, that
came up, and she said, she's small and tight down there relative to her
size, and her boyfriends are always amazed."



   The next afternoon, Horace heard a murmur around the pool and he looked
up to see Diana arriving in another suit that showed her to best advantage.
He thought she looked over at him for a second, but it must have been Mara
she was looking at, although Mara was absorbed in her iPad and didn't see
her.

   A little while later, Horace jumped into the pool and began his daily
aerobic swim.  On the first lap, he glanced toward Mara and saw she had
left her chair.  He turned his head in time to see her sit down next to
Diana and show her something on her iPad.

   When he got out of the pool, Mara was back in her chair and doing
something with her iPad again.  She didn't say anything about Diana, and he
decided not to ask.

   When they were walking back to their room to change for dinner, she
walked faster than usual and was ahead of him.  He saw she was almost
bouncing off the ground, and it reminded him that she might not be Diana,
but she was definitely the hottest woman he knew, and when she was worked
up about something, it made her even more alluring.

   "Hurry up, Horace," she said.  "I have something exciting to tell you
when we get to the room."

   When he closed the door behind him and looked at her, she seemed as
though she were about to burst.

   "I'm giving you a free pass tonight!" she screamed out with glee.

   "You're what?" he said.

   "A free pass.  You remember that movie we saw.  You get a vacation from
our marriage for one night and can sleep with another woman.  And guess who
you get to sleep with?"

   "What are you talking about, Mara?  This isn't a movie.  I'm not
interested in taking a vacation from our marriage.  Is this about you
wanting to sleep with someone else?"

   "No, stupid.  I'm not doing anything.  It's only for you.  Can you
imagine?  You get to make love to Diana.  Do you know how envious all your
friends would be.  Of course, you can never tell them."

   "But I don't want to make love to Diana," he said.  "What did I say that
makes you think that?  I told you her body excited me, but there's a big
jump from that to cheating on you."

   "You're not cheating, Horace.  Don't you understand?  That's what the
free pass is all about.  I know what you're doing.  You're not going behind
my back."

   "But why, Mara?  Why would you want me to do this?  I don't understand."

   "You're right, Horace," she said.  She wasn't smiling anymore.  "You can
see right through me.  I'm not doing this for you.  It's for me.

   "Diana and I talked all afternoon about our marriage, and I brought up
the problems caused by the differences in our sizes and attitudes.  She
feels that her experience with men could help us.  I sent a list of the
major things that I'm upset about to her iPad, and she told me she thought
she might be able to repair all of them if I gave her to you for one night.
She didn't make any promises, but I'm willing to take the chance for the
sake of our marriage.  Are you?"

   "I'm supposed to sleep with this goddess, and it will help our
marriage?" said Horace.  "You're not making sense."

   "There's a lot more to it than just sleeping with her," said Mara.  "We
talked it all over, and I'm comfortable with it.  I trust her, and I just
hope she can make things better for me.  Because I see that you are happy
with things just like they are, even though you know that I'm unhappy."

   "That's not fair, Mara," he said.  "You know I'm trying."

   "Then try harder and do this for me, Horace," she said.  He saw she
definitely wasn't excited anymore.  She was crying, and now she ran to the
bathroom and locked the door.

   When she came out, she was stone silent as she changed.  He was silent,
too.  She didn't look at him as she opened the door of their room to go,
but he caught her arm and pulled her back.  "I'll do it," he said quietly.

   Her expression changed immediately, and she looked at him lovingly. 
"Thank you, Horace," she said.

   As they walked to the restaurant, she was bouncing again and he thought
he heard her giggle.  At dinner, she said that Diana told her he shouldn't
eat too much and that later, after he was finished with Diana and came back
to her, they would order room service if he was hungry.  They got back to
their room at 6:45, and at 7, she gave him Diane's room number, led him to
the door, kissed him deeply and sent him on his way.  He looked back before
turning the corner and saw her watching him from the doorway.  She seemed
to be bouncing once again and finding it hard to contain herself.



   "Hello, Horace," said Diana when she opened the door.  "Please come in
and sit down here by the table.  Sorry for all the bright lights.  I don't
know if Mara told you, but I also do video editing for corporate
communications, and we were recording the conference, so I borrowed some
lighting and a few cameras from our tech people for tonight.

   "You're the luckiest man in the world, Horace.  Mara is just the perfect
wife.  She's kind and caring and smart.  And on top of that, she's got the
hottest little body at this resort.  If I were a man, I'd be so envious. 
How do you rate?"

   "I don't know," he said.  "I don't deserve her."

   "Yes, you do," said Diana.  "She told me all about you.  You're nearly
the perfect husband.  She only has a few things that she'd really like to
change.

   "I know," he said, "and I'm trying.  She thinks sleeping with you will
help, but I don't think that's a good idea."

   "Well, you got a free pass to sleep with me tonight, Horace, but that's
only one part of what I'm going to do with you, if you'll permit me.  See,
when Mara and I were talking, we noticed similarities between the
challenges that I have with men who are smaller than me and what she has
with you because you are so much larger than her.

   "I told her a little about how I learned to deal with the problem, and
we both came to the conclusion that some of my techniques might help the
two of you.  Neither of us really wanted this to involve sexual contact,
but the more we talked about it, the clearer it became to both of us what
the best course of action was.

   "I couldn't suggest it, but when she did, I told her I agreed.  And
that's why you're here."

   "I still don't understand," he said.

   "Let me explain it this way," said Diana.  "The next two hours are going
to be like a seminar.  I've got lots of cameras that will be recording it
from many angles in high definition.  There will be a mixture of shots that
show the whole picture and lots of close-ups.  I'll take the recordings
home with me and edit them and send a copy of the finished version to Mara
so she can review the seminar as often as she needs to refresh the
information in her mind.  My techniques will also probably inspire other
ideas that she will be able to use with you to make your marriage happier.

   "But I'm warning you, it's a grueling two hours.  You are going to
suffer, emotionally and physically.  No, I'm not going to torture you with
burning wax or brand you with a hot iron or break any bones.  You won't be
injured in any way, although there may be some discomfort for a week or
two.

   "Yes, you are going to have to learn some lessons the hard way, because
that's the only way I've found that they will stick.  When you walk out of
here, you will be a different man, and not a happy man.  But I think your
future with Mara will be happier from the moment you see her again."

   "I thought I was here to sleep with you," he said quietly, getting up.

   "Yes, and you will," she said, "but you won't enjoy it.  You won't enjoy
anything that we're going to do in front of all those cameras.  It's all
bad.  The only good thing about it is it may save your marriage.

   "No, Mara didn't say anything about divorcing you.  She loves you too
much.  But when I listened to her, I realized the things she was telling me
were important to her.  And I know from experience that such wounds can
fester, and slowly the infection spreads, until one day you wake up and
find it's too late to save the patient, which is your marriage.

   "I see you're ready to leave.  Do you know that I think I'm big enough
to stop you?  I'm 6 feet 7, and I weigh a lot more than you.  I'm guessing
you're around 5-10 or maybe 5-11.  I'm built like a woman, but because of
my size and because I work out with heavier weights than you probably do, I
think I'm a lot stronger than you.  If this was about me, I might be doing
things to you right now without your permission.

   "But I'm going to sit here while you walk out, because this isn't about
me.  It's about the beautiful little woman who adores you and her husband
who loves her but can't seem to stop hurting her.  If you leave, I'm
turning all these lights off and disassembling the equipment.  If you walk
five steps and turn back, it will be too late.  My door will be locked.

   "You'll go back to Mara, and I guarantee you she'll be disappointed.  It
took a lot out of her to agree to let you come here, because the whole idea
of you with another woman is distasteful to her."

   Not that distasteful, he thought, as he remembered how she was jumping
up and down about his "free pass."

   "But she overcame that and was even excited and eager for you to be with
me," Diana said, "because she trusts me when I tell her I think these two
hours will change things for the two of you.  That's all I have to say. 
You're standing there and not moving.  Indecision is not an option either,
because I don't have the time to waste.

   "It's decision time for you, Horace.  Are you man enough to take what
I'm going to give you for the next two hours even if you doubt it will do
any good, just because your wife and I think there will be a positive
outcome?  Or are you going to give up this chance, disappoint your wife and
just keep on -- how do you put it?  -- trying to do better.  If you're
staying, sit down right now.  If not, I'm about to get up and throw you out
of here."

   He sat down.

   "I wasn't sure that you'd do that, Horace," she said, "but your wife
was. She told me that among the things she admired in you was your courage
and determination to finish something once you started.  You proved her
right.  Now it's time for us to stand up and take off our clothes."

   He watched her while he was undressing, and by the time he was naked, he
had an erection.  She looked good in her bathing suit, but she looked
fantastic in nothing.  He saw why she wore a modest bottom to go with her
skimpy top.  Her bush was nearly as big as Mara's and it sprouted out
wildly from just below her navel to form a thick carpet that ran down
between her legs.

   She saw him staring at her and his huge erection.  "I see why Mara needs
the extra lubrication," she said.  "I'm not that big inside myself, and
you're extra extra large.  There's nothing wrong with that.  You just need
to remember and make adjustments.

   "Now, let's get down to business.  I have four things here on my iPad
that Mara sent me, and we'll go through them one by one.  And when we're
finished, you'll go home.  Let me just turn on the master switch for the
synchronized cameras to get the filming going.  There.

   "Here's the first thing on Mara's list:

   'Gentleness.  He forgets how small I am and how large he is.  The way he
picks me up and throws me around makes me feel like a rag doll.  When he
gets going, he gets carried away and pounds me like he's flattening a
steak. I don't mind it when our bodies collide in passion, but he's so
strong that I get bruises on my thighs, and when we're doing the doggie
position, his hips are slapping me so hard that they're bruising my
buttocks.  It takes most of the pleasure out of what we're doing."

   Diana walked toward him and said, "Do you have anything to say about
that, Horace?" As she began speaking, she squatted down and grabbed one of
his ankles and lifted it quickly up with her right hand.  His upper body
fell forward and was caught by her left arm.  In a moment, she was holding
him across her arms.  She lifted him in the air and then threw him onto the
king size bed in the middle of the room.

   He was taken by surprise and landed hard and bounced a couple of times
before coming to rest in a tangle of arms and legs.  The wind was knocked
out of him and he gasped for breath.

   "Maybe you should be more careful when you're moving little Mara around
instead of doing something like this," said Diana as she grasped both his
ankles and pulled them quickly high into the air, so he became untangled
and was hanging straight down.  She moved her hands down and grasped him
tightly between his knees and his calves and pulled him off the bed.

   He thought his head was going to hit the floor, but as she pulled him
back, she began turning, and he was lifted into the air.  He was now flying
straight out from her body as she began spinning around.  She went around
faster and faster and then she let him go.  He remembered thinking that she
had promised not to break any bones, but that about to be a lie.

   Then he crashed, but it wasn't into the wall.  It was the pillows she
had piled up at the headboard.  They didn't prevent him from getting
bruised, but he was still in one piece.  This time he tried to get up and
run.  He didn't care if he had to run through the resort naked.  This was
more than he had bargained for.

   But before he could move, she was on him quickly and lifting him up in
the air again.  She moved her arms in such a way this time that his body
flipped in the air one and a half times, like a diver, before crashing down
on the bed.  He was gasping for air again and now felt pain in every fiber
of his body.

   "I think that's enough of that, Horace," she said pleasantly.  "Here's a
balloon for you as a reward for being so cooperative.  As he lay there, he
saw her take a large balloon from a bouquet in the corner and fiddle with
the string around it.  She brought it over to him holding its neck with her
thumb and finger and then stuck the neck into his mouth and let go.  His
mouth and lungs were filled with balloon gas.

   "That was only Part 1 of the first item on the list, Horace," she said.
"The second part is about when you're out of control and are bruising her
buttocks in the doggie position.  I think I can get across the pain of that
in a simple old-fashioned way.  Oh, you have something to say?"

   "Stop right now," he said.  "I'm going to yell for help if you don't let
me go."

   He stopped talking and looked confused.  His voice wasn't his normal
booming manly voice.  It was tiny and high pitched and sounded like a
cartoon duck.

   "It was the helium in the balloon," said Diana.  "That's what you're
going to sound like on the video.  It makes you seem very effeminate and
wimpy and adds to your humiliation.  Now let's get to the second part of
the first item.  I'm going to sit down on this easy chair and pull you over
here and across here like this." She pulled him over her lap.

   "OK, mister," she said, "you've been a bad boy, and now you've got to
take your swats.  There will be at least 50 of them, but to make you
remember them more, you've got to count out each one in as loud and breathy
a voice as you can and pretend like you're really excited about getting
them.  Do your best Marilyn Monroe imitation in your new high-pitched
voice.

   "When I edit the video, it will sound like you're really excited about
every single swat and the game we're playing.  The game is that you don't
know when I'm going to spank you.  Some of the swats will be in a slow
rhythm, some of them fast, some of them after a long pause, some of them in
a flurry.  After each one, you have to squeal out a happy number, or it
won't count, and I'll keep going.  Got that?  Here we go."

   Her big hand landed hard on his rear and the searing pain made him yell.
It sounded strange in his high voice.  He tried to recover.  "One," he
shouted.

   "Not good enough, Horace," she said.  "It sounded like you were unhappy.
You've got to be cheerful and enthusiastic.  You're so excited about this.
For you, it's better than sex.  Let's try again." Her hand came down just
as hard and he screamed again, but he summoned all the happiness and
excitement he could and yelled out "One."

   "You're getting there, but don't sound so desperate.  Again." The hand
came down.

   "One"

   "Again."

   "One."

   "That's almost right," she siad.  "Put a little more cute delight into
it, and you've got it.  Again."

   "One."

   "Perfect.  That one counted."

   He tried hard, but the pain crept into some of the numbers and there
were many repeats.  The worst part wasn't when she was doing a flurry of
fast ones or a few slow ones.  It was when there was nothing for nearly a
minute, and the anticipation of the pain made each swat hurt twice as much.
When he squeezed out "50," and she accepted it and stopped, he broke down
and sobbed while still lying across her lap.

   "There, there, Horace," she said.  "You've been a bad little boy, but
you've taken your punishment like a man.  Mara is really going to
appreciate it when she sees this.  She'll know that you're going to be much
more careful with her tender rear when you're making love from now on.

   "You'll find her second item much easier.  Here's what she wrote:

   "'Hygiene.  Horace is ready for sex any time and any place, and because
I love him, I try to accommodate him.  But sometimes he's just been working
out in the yard or he hasn't taken a shower all day and done a lot of
strenuous activity.  He's all grimy and smelly, especially in his private
parts, and it's all I can do keep from gagging as those parts come near
me.'

   "I know guys don't care as much about being clean and fresh as ladies,
but you need to learn that Mara is not one of the guys," said Diana. 
"She's a special girl with a special body that she shares with you, and she
makes sure it's sparkling clean just for you.  It's no fun for her to have
sex with an animal who's just come from his pen.

   "I don't know if you noticed while you were over my legs, but I'm a
little gamey now myself.  After you leave, the first thing I'm going to do
is take a shower.  I got all sweaty lying at the pool, and I worked out at
the gym after that.  Because I wanted to really be prepared for you, I also
sort of controlled my functions all day, and my stomach has been telling me
that it wants me to go someplace for the last hour.  All this was for you."

   She got on the bed and pushed her back up against the pillows by the
headboard.  Then she lifted her legs until her knees were bent and spread
them wide.

   "Did you eat a light dinner, like I suggested?" she said.  "Here's
dessert, full flavored with lots of aroma.  Come and get it."

   He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her bush.  It was sweaty all
right.  The hairs were matted, and he could smell a strong fragrance coming
from it that wasn't perfume.

   "Are you waiting for something, Horace.  Have you decided to leave now
that you've received the spanking that you deserved?  Are you going to tell
Mara that you couldn't go through with this part because it was just too
degrading.  Is it different when you stink?  Is that what you're going to
tell Mara?  Do you think she'll go for it?  Will she tell you, that's OK,
Horace, at least you tried hard for me?  You tried not to wimp out.  I know
Diana is big and bad, and she was just too much for you, wasn't she?

   "That's it, Horace, I knew you had it in you.  Go to work down there. 
Push through the rainforest and get to the clearing where the reward is
waiting for you.  Ooooooo.  You found it.  You're amazing.  Mara is so
lucky.  I wonder if she would share you just a little so I could enjoy an
occasional dessert at my place.  Ooooh.  That's it, all around the inside,
but special attention to that little button that's all puffed up at the
top. Are you swallowing all the juices coming out.  My boyfriends tell me
when I'm this excited, I'm running like a faucet.  Do they taste good, do
they smell good.  Oooooo.  I've already come three times.  Did I already
tell you that you are amazing?  OK, stop for a minute while we switch
positions.

   "Now, I want you lying on the bed, and I'm going to get in a 69 position
and lower myself carefully onto you.  This time I'm going to push at you a
little while you eat me, and when I feel the orgasm coming, I'll be rubbing
hard all over your face.  You're going to get a facial from my insides.  It
might hurt a little if I go too fast or hard, but try to hold on, because
it shouldn't take long.

   "There, your tongue has hit the starter button.  Now hold on for the
ride.  Oooo.  This is amazing, your face feels so good as I slide on it. 
I'm getting close.  Oooo.  That was two right there.  Let's if I can get
more.  I hope I'm not rubbing you the wrong way.  Ha, ha, ha.  Oooooo. 
Aaaah.  That was a giant one.  I've got to stop before I faint.

   "Wow!  I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.  It wasn't that smelly,
was it?  Don't answer."

   "Now for the finale, we're going to get really gross.  First I'm going
to put another pillow under your head so it's well cushioned but higher. 
Now I'm going to go back to the 69.  I won't talk for a while, because I'll
be busy rewarding you for the degrading thing you're about to do.

   "This time, I'm going to back my ass up over your face, like this.  I
want you to take your hands and pull my cheeks apart as far as they can go,
I'm going to lean forward while you do that.  When you pull my ass cheeks
apart, you are going to open my anus.  It should be pretty smelly because
of what my stomach is telling me, but I'm going to try to hold it all in. I
almost lost control just now with those multiple orgasms.

   "I'm ready.  Yes pull them wider.  See all the sweaty hair back there. I
hope you don't see anything else.  Now start licking.  Up and down my
crack. That's it.  Don't go so fast over my anus.  Make it one smooth
motion, up and down.  Oh, that feels good.  Now I'm going to stop talking
but you just keep on going."

   He jumped as he felt her mouth suck him in.  She was powerful, and as
she started to go up and down on him, he was sure he was going to come in
seconds.  But he was also gagging from the fumes and the flavor inside her
crack, especially when his tongue hit her wrinkly hole.

   He pulled his head back to keep from fainting.  Her mouth came off of
him, and he groaned in frustration.

   "Why did you stop," she said.  "I was going to let you come in my mouth
as your reward, but you didn't earn it.  So we'll move on to the last
thing.

   "You're going to spread my cheeks apart again, and this time you need to
stick your tongue out straight and insert it in my hole.  I'll be pushing
so that my hole will let you in.  I'll try my best not to push anything out
at the same time, but watch out.  OK, here comes my asshole.

   "Wait, why are you pulling back.  We've almost finished this part.  I
can't hear what you're saying Mr.  Quacky Voice.  Just do it.  Maybe this
will help you."

   He felt her hands begin to play with his testicles.  They were stroking
them and manipulating them and pulling at them a little.  It felt really
good.  He felt her big warm hands close around the balls.  It felt so good
that he might even come this way, he thought.

   Then the hands closed a little tighter.  Now it wasn't feeling so good.
They were getting tighter.  "I think it's time to get that tongue out," she
said as his balls were getting squeezed harder in her big fists.  He stuck
his tongue out.

   "Further," she said, "I can't feel it.  There that's it.  I'm going to
push out at you, so you can push it in further into me." As he did, he felt
the hand around his balls loosen.  "Now push more.  Open your mouth wide
and push it right between my cheeks as far as it will go to get that tongue
in deeper.  You can remove your hands, because your face pushing in is
spreading my cheeks more than your hands did.  That's it.  I just turned
around, and you look amazing.  My ass has swallowed up your face almost to
the ears.  Wait until Mara sees this!

   "OK, now hold it there.  You can breath through my ass hair around your
nose.  I hope it tastes good in there.  Did you feel that?  That's my
special ass squeeze.  I can squeeze your tongue and let go when I want. 
Are you enjoying that?

   "Now I'm going to use my right hand on my vagina.  As I get more
excited, my ass will squeeze involuntarily, and you'll feel my excitement.
Each time I come, my ass will spasm and you'll feel it all up and down your
tongue."

   He did feel her excitement and orgasms on his tongue, but his entire
focus was on trying to block the foul taste and smell that was enveloping
him now and making him want to puke.  Finally, she stopped spasming and
sighed.

   "That was so good, but now there's something I've got to do." She jumped
off him, and almost ripped his tongue loose from his mouth as she rushed to
the bathroom.  She was in there quite a while, even after he heard the
toilet flush, but he didn't move.  He was nauseated and disgusted and
exhausted.

   When she came back, she had a soapy cloth and a towel.  "You should see
your face," she said.  "Let's get you clean." She gently cleaned him up and
dried him with the towel.  "That's better," she said.

   "This next one requires more preparation," she said as she sat down next
to him on the bed and grabbed his balls again.  "I'm sticking some lube
into your ass, and now I'm slowly pushing this tube in.  It's connected to
this big enema bag.  I'm going to give you what they call a colonic to
clean you out, and then this second enema is going in afterwards.  You
should be sparkling clean inside after that, but you're getting one more,
this container of water soluble lubricant.  It's a quart, and I'll get as
much of that into you as possible, because you'll need it." When he was
clean and greased up, she read what Mara had written:

   "'Pain awareness.  I love Horace being so long and thick and filling me
up, but often I'm not quite ready to accept him when he's ready to enter
me. After he gets going, he's oblivious to my increasing pain because I
haven't secreted enough lubricant.  I've tried to stop him so I can put
some lube in, but he's in a world of his own.  So all I can do is fake an
orgasm and try to bring him off before he really hurts me.  Sometimes I'm
sore inside for days.  He's always sorry, but then it happens again.'

   "What I should do for this one is scrape inside your ass with
sandpaper," said Diana.  "You obviously have no idea how fragile a woman is
inside her vagina.  There are all these nerve endings to heighten pleasure,
but if there is friction without lubrication, the pleasure turns to intense
pain.

   "But I'm going to get across her feeling a different way that's less
harmful to you than you've been to her.  That's what the lube is all about.
And while I'm doing that, I'm going to try to give you the feeling she has
when she has to finish without having an orgasm.

   "Have you wondered how I know all this stuff?  Unfortunately, a lot of
the men who are interested in me aren't like you, Horace.  You're feeling
mortified and humiliated.  They feel humiliated, too, but they love the
feeling.  Some of them have taught me the various ways to demean them, and
I have to admit, it does excite me, especially if I don't have a strong man
like you around.

   "I think each man has a little of both inside himself.  The key is
balance.  The submissive men are too far on one side, and the self-absorbed
man is at the other extreme.  You are mostly in the middle, leaning
slightly toward the narcissistic side, and what I'm doing tonight is using
some elements from the other side to move you to where you belong.  I'm not
here to make you a wimp, because Mara loves you as the strong man you are,
but I've got to put a little more wimp into you to center you.

   "What I'm going to do now is fist you and milk you.  Wait, don't rush
off.  See, you're so tired and weak now, I can pull you back with one hand.
You could hurt yourself out there, so stick around.

   "Now, let's get you on your hands and knees.  That's it.  Just look in
front of you and up a little at the dresser.  See the flat screen TV.  I've
hooked it up as a monitor connected to the camera behind you, so you can
watch what I do.  See the plastic hotel laundry bag that I've spread out on
the floor between your legs?  That's for your come when it comes out.

   "But you won't really come.  I'm going to show you -- and Mara through
the video -- the ultimate torture for men.  It's called milking.  There's a
way to get the come flowing out of you without letting you have an orgasm
or feel anything much.  You're finished and you don't even know why.  You
have absolutely no pleasure from it.  It's pretty devastating, and that's
why some of the submissive men like it.  You'll hate it so much that it
will make for a strong reminder.

   "I'm going to start the milking, my little moo cow, with the milkmaid
sitting right next to you.  My left hand is covered in lube and is now
grabbing your dick and pulling it hard.  I will be pumping it but not
gently.  It will hurt at the same time as you're becoming aroused.  I'll
also move my left hand over to your balls occasionally like this.  It will
squeeze them and move them around.  I'll be pulling and stretching and
letting the sack snap back like a rubber band.  That will also be
uncomfortable, but it will still be arousing.  The idea is that the
pleasure gets you ready for milking, but the pain keeps you from coming.

   "While I'm doing that, I'm going to stick the index finger of my right
hand into your anus full of lube.  First it goes in and out slowly to get
your body used to it, and now I'm speeding up and adding a second finger. I
can go so fast that my submissive male friends say I'm like human vibrator.
Does that feel good?  You don't have to say anything.  I can tell.

   "Some guys like three fingers, like this, but I can already tell that
for you that's a finger too far, so the fun part of this lesson is over and
we may as well move right to four fingers, like that.  They're still going
in and out so fast you can barely see them, but you sure can feel them,
can't you, Horace?  Do you think Mara feels something like his when you're
pounding her while she's dry inside.  I like your little girlish whining
coming out.  Don't try to hold back.  Just let everything flow.  It will
make it easier on you.

   "Now I'm tucking my thumb behind the fingers and putting all five
fingers into you.  Get ready, because you know what's next.  I hear you
getting louder.  That a boy.  It's funny, because your high quacky voice
makes it sound like you're squealing with joy rather than feeling the most
intense pain you've ever felt in your anus.

   "I like to continue the vibrator part while I'm starting to push over
the second knuckles, but I want to show Mara a variation on the video. 
That's why I've stopped.  Now my hand is into you up to the second knuckle,
but the fingers are all squeezed together so it's not too bad -- I know, I
know, it feels like it couldn't be worse, but you'll change your mind about
that soon.

   "Now I'm going to gently push into you.  My hand is very large for a
woman's -- Mara's will be a lot smaller -- so this will take some time, but
it looks great when it happens.  Even though you and I can't feel it, your
ass muscles are now reacting to my gentle but firm and continuous push. 
First they want to resist it because they think it most likely will stop
any second.  But when it doesn't stop and keeps pressing in at them, they
start scurrying around for a way to accommodate the pressure.  Slowly they
adjust to it and give a little, so little that we can't even feel it, and
it's not enough for me to get anywhere.

   "But the soft pressure doesn't let up, and the muscles are getting
frantic as they try to absorb the message and deal with it.  They give a
little more, but it's no good, and now the pain is starting to affect them.
So they give a little more, but it's still no good.  They keep trying to
maintain their rigidity while trying to relieve the pan.  Finally, they
feel they are getting somewhere.  The end of my hand pushing in seems to be
ready to move, and that's when you and I first feel the feedback.  It will
only be a second before it happens, and when the hole finally opens enough,
the hand will plunge into the opening quickly and he momentum will keep it
going.

   "I think we're almost there.  Your pretty singing seems to be going up
an octave, so I think you feel it too.  My hand seemed to move there for a
second before stopping.  Now it's here, it's going, it's going.  Bam!  Did
you feel it going all the way to the wrist.  I think you did.

   "OK, now relax.  Normally, at this point with my submissives, I start
wiggling fingers, putting my second hand inside, pushing all the way in to
the shoulder and other things, but I think my point about pain awareness
has been made.  So we're going right to the faux orgasm.

   "I'm pulling and twisting your dick and balls harder now with my left
hand.  They're ready to release even though you're barely aroused.  All
I've got to do is find he button, which is called the prostate.  It's
inside your ass.  So get ready and see if you can feel when I push it.  Now
I'm exploring inside there.  I know it's not comfortable for you, but it
will only take a second or two.  Is it here?  No.  Is it there?  No.  Wait,
I think I found it.  Be still for a moment.  Good.  Now listen hard and get
set, because I've started massaging your prostate.

   "There, did you hear that little plopping sound.  You didn't?  Well look
underneath you.  There's a little puddle of come that just fell out of you.
The rest of the come is now inside your penis, and I'm going to milk it out
of you.  I'm squeezing a couple of fingers around you at the base of your
penis, and as I'm pulling down, I'm squeezing even harder.  Now you know
how a toothpaste tube feels.  Look how it's coming out as I squeeze, even
though your penis is in tremendous pain.  You just came without feeling a
thing.  Is that frustrating or what?  Do you think Mara is frustrated like
that when she has to finish you off fast because you're causing her pain?

   "Get ready, because there's a little more pain coming.  I'm going to
show Mara how she can give you an idea of what it's like to give birth. 
She showed me a photo of your cute daughter and said both of you want more
kids, so she'll be going through this again.

   "It will be much harder for her, but to give you at least an impression,
I'm forming my hand into a fist inside you.  Up to now, I've pressed my
fingers as tightly together as I could in there, but now I'm making my fist
as big as I can.  I see you feel it.  I think my fist is bigger than yours,
Horace, so this should be interesting for you as you watch me in the
monitor.

   "It will be almost the reverse of when I put my hand into you.  I'm
going to pull out until the wrist is free, like now.  And now I'm going to
pull gently but firmly as your body figures out how to give birth to my
fist.  You see the part before the widest part of the fist is coming out.
See how your anus is stretching to try to let me out, but it's too tight
and so it's pulling away from your body like taffy.  You have a plastic
stretching asshole now.  Yes, that's it.  Were you helping your wife during
birth?  Try blowing out short breaths, and maybe it will help you deal with
the pain.  That's it.  From the look on your face, it's not helping much.

   "Wait a second.  I think my arm felt some give from your anal muscles.
Yes, I think it's about to pop out.  Here it comes.  Did you hear that?  It
sounded like a champagne cork popping.  Look at that huge hole.  I'm going
to pull your cheeks wide apart to keep that hole gaping as long as I can
for the cameras.  OK, now I'm letting go.  Look at how the body works. 
It's closing up slowly and soon it will be just a little wrinkle again, and
nobody will know what was in that asshole just now.  But it sure will hurt
for a while.

   "That was great.  Let's see.  There's only one more thing to cover. 
What did Mara write?  Oh, here it is:

   "'Mindless sex.  For me, our lovemaking is an expression of closeness
and love as well as pleasure, but most of the time, Horace doesn't seem to
know anyone else is there.  He rushes through foreplay, and once we begin
intercourse, there is no more touching, caressing or any kind of
acknowledgement that someone else is there.  He's just slamming into me and
driving relentlessly toward orgasm without a thought about me.'

   "That brings us to the joyless intercourse that I promised you earlier,
Horace.  We've done lots of things so far, but we haven't had sex yet.  You
are hurting inside your asshole, and I squeezed your penis so hard when I
pulled out the come that I rubbed it red and raw.  I also squeezed your
balls until they're now painfully tender.  But men are resilient, or at
least their equipment is.  Watch this!"

   She got on the bed and moved to where he had collapsed after she pulled
her fist out.  She quickly rolled him over, and bent over his crotch and
sucked his limp penis in like a piece of spaghetti.  It took maybe a minute
before she removed her head and shouted out, "Ta da!  Look at that!  Hard
as a rock.  Now let's have some sex."

   She got on top of him and guided his engorged member into her.  He felt
her enveloping him, and it felt comforting.  He wasn't excited, although
someone forgot to tell his tool, but her vagina was soothing at first as
she began lifting her rear up a little and moving up and down on him.  It
didn't do anything for him, but he could tell from her face that she was
enjoying it.

   Gradually, she increased the pace.  She put herself into a position
where she was pressing her large soft breasts against his chest and her
face was inches from his.  But her entire back section seemed to be
independent of her upper body.  It was moving up and down on him faster and
faster.  Though she was moist inside, his penis was so tender from the
milking that the friction was hurting him.

   Then she started slamming her ass on top of his thighs as hard as she
could.  She was moving a lot of weight because her ass was in proportion to
her giant body, and when it came down on him, it began to hurt his thighs.
He felt like she was hitting his thighs with a baseball bat and putting
bruises on top of bruises.  He was going to be black and blue.  He thought
about Mara's complaint and felt badly for her while he was feeling even
more badly for himself.  It certainly did hurt when a huge weight was
pounding your body.

   Diana was slamming harder and harder onto him, and he heard her
breathing become irregular.  She was really turned on.  Thinking this, for
some reason, all of a sudden, he was aroused.  He felt the old urgency
rising.  He couldn't believe it, but he was going to come.

   Then she seemed to stop in mid-air before she slammed down hard and
screamed.  After that she slammed down three times rapidly and then
suspended herself again, before slamming down hard.  That happened twice
more before she collapsed onto him.

   She had come hard and often, and he was almost there, too.  He started
to thrust into her from underneath her, but she lifted up her head and
looked at him and then got off him.

   "No," he screamed in his little voice.  "I'm just about to come.  Don't
stop now.  Please!"

   "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" said Diana.  "I think I had
nine orgasms.  I was hoping for an ending like this, but I couldn't control
it.  Do you think the frustration you're feeling now is anything like what
Mara experiences after you roll off her and leave her unsatisfied because
she's hurting so bad that she faked her orgasm?"

   He began crying.

   "That's it, Horace.  It's crying time.  Let the tears flow.  Maybe
they'll wash away all the selfishness that prevents you from giving Mara
the best of your love.  I've turned off the cameras and I'm dimming the
lights.  This production is a wrap.  It's time for you get dressed and hit
the road.

   "I told Mara to welcome you back but not let herself get thrown off
track by your pain and humiliation.  But I know she really loves you a lot,
and maybe you can talk her into getting you off.

   "Here.  Don't forget to zip up.  And let me fix these buttons.  They're
all in the wrong holes.  We don't want other guests to start imagining
things about that loving couple, the big guy and his tiny wife, do we? 
There, I think you're presentable.  I don't think you ever want to see me
again, but I want to end this with a shot of honesty.

   "Yes, I did enjoy humiliating you because you're the first man I've done
these things to who didn't get off on them.  Yes, I think you're a great
guy, and compared to most men, your faults are really nothing.  Yes, I
think your wife is terrific and you have a great marriage with her.  And
yes, I hope the anger and hatred that you feel toward me right now -- and
I'm sensitive enough that it does hurt me -- is just the price I'm paying
to make that great marriage even stronger.  Goodbye."

   He tried to find his card key, but he couldn't.  He leaned against the
door and knocked on it.  When it opened, he fell into the room and lay on
the floor.  He heard Mara's scream and felt her move his feet out of the
doorway so she could shut the door.  When she started dragging him toward
the bed, he realized she might hurt herself, so he got up and walked a few
steps before he fell on the mattress.

   She gently undressed him without saying anything while he stared at her
face.  He saw a gleam in her eye and a smile that sneaked furtively onto
her face for a second every now and then before she could hide it.  When he
was naked, she got up and slowly removed her clothes and then lay down
beside him and began to stroke his penis.

   "You went through with the whole thing, Horace," she said in an excited
voice.  "I'm so happy.  You did it for me.  Oh, does that hurt, I'm sorry.
I'll try to be gentle." She shifted her hand to his inner thighs and
lightly stroked her fingers up to his testicles and down again.  It felt
soothing, and he sighed.

   "Oh, you like that," she said.  "Good.  I'm so proud of you.  I know
Rome wasn't built in a day, but I think tonight is the start of the best
years of our lives, at least in bed.  I'm so grateful to you for taking
Diana's seminar, and we have to buy a nice gift for her.  She wouldn't take
any money.

   "I'm sorry you had to go through everything you went through tonight,
but I'm going to try as hard as I can to make you realize that it was worth
it.  Let's try something right now."

   He was just thinking, why doesn't she just shut up and let me sleep when
he felt her mouth on his limp tool.  She sucked it gently at first and then
with more power and then lifted her head up.  "Diana gave me some pointers
on technique," she said and laughed.  She put her head down and sucked him
in again.  This time he felt her moist hot tongue playing around the tip.
It was barely touching him, like a soft breeze, and he felt no pain.  His
tool began stirring.  She lifted her head up.

   "I see we have some action down here.  I know that you're probably
tender right now, but I'm going to see if I can give you a nice present
without hurting you.  Is that OK?" He nodded his head without saying
anything.

   "I can't wait to see the video.  Diana told me she was introducing you
to some things that I might like, and she told me a little about one of
them and how to prepare.  So while you were gone, I did something unusual.
I cleaned myself out really well inside, if you know what I mean, and I
perfumed myself inside and out with a mild flowery fragance so when your
nose and tongue are in there, you'll feel like you're in a garden."

   As she said this, she spread her legs and reached back and pulled her
ass cheeks wide apart.  It looked like she had shampooed the hair in her
crack, because it was all soft and feathery.  The smell was refreshing, not
disgusting like Diana's.  Mara lowered her anus over his mouth and he felt
her pushing her wrinkled bud open.  She stopped talking and put her mouth
on him again and began caressing him with her warm moist tongue.

   He stuck his tongue out and touched the open wrinkle and then pushed
inside it.  Her head shot up, and he heard a loud gasp, and then it went
down and her mouth enveloped him again.  She was using only her mouth now,
and her hands were still holding her cheeks wide apart as she pushed onto
his tongue.  Her crack wasn't as big as Diana's, but when she let the
cheeks go, his head was deeply buried between them.

   He felt one of her hands going to her vagina and starting to work there
as she continued to suck and caress his tool with only her mouth.  He was
getting hard again and the urgency that Diana had frustrated was back.  But
now there was no hurry.  This felt so good, even Mara's ass muscles that
were starting to spasm around his tongue as her excitement grew.  He was
going to come hard into her mouth, he thought, and she was welcoming it.

   She had other thoughts.  When she felt his tongue touching the entrance
to her anus, she felt like she was losing her mind from excitement.  Diana
had told her he might be ready for this, but she didn't believe her.  He
had never done anything so extreme for her, not even before they were
married.  Diana has really changed everything in just two hours, she
thought.

   Mara had enjoyed daydreaming and fantasizing about sex since she was a
teenager.  She had never shared her fantasies with Horace, because many of
them involved things that might make him uncomfortable.  Some of the best
came to her on the nights she was frustrated by his lovemaking.  They were
angry fantasies that involved him doing degrading things like what he was
doing now.

   She knew that thanks to Diana, she was going to be able to try out some
of her fantasies with him, and it made her so excited that she sucked even
harder on Horace, causing a hugh sigh of pleasure that she heard clearly
from behind her.  Diana's seminar would help her get him more in tune with
her.  Already, he was much more malleable than he had ever been.  She still
couldn't believe what he was doing in her anus.

   Yes, their marriage was entering a new phase.  And she wouldn't be
selfish.  If he was willing to submit to some of her domination and
humiliation fantasies, she was willing to do the same for him.  She was
even excited thinking about what he might want her to do.  She was eager to
prove how much she loved him.

   As she got more worked up by these thoughts, by her fingers fluttering
over her clitoris, by the tongue invading her anus and even by his tool in
her mouth that was starting to thrust into her, she told herself to focus.
She felt some big orgasms coming on.  Maybe if she concentrated, despite
all the distractions, she could make them even more exciting by timing them
with his.  

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