My final segment of this "fantasy" concerns my "graduation ceremony," my last face- to-face encounter with the wonderful woman who had been my mistress for so many weeks. I won't try to self-analyze this tale, just to say that it happened as I am about to tell you. It occurred five days after our joint venture with Bill and Teresa.

Location: Zarah's motel office suite, in her back room. Kathy was sorting through some papers in the front room as I entered. She seemed to be busy packing some boxes, but I got a bright smile, hug (and a highly personal squeeze) and hello from the short, vivacious blonde "receptionist."

"Zarah says to go on back," she chirped.

I'd not been back to the actual bedroom before, where I'd last observed Zarah and her two female "clients." It was just a bedroom, but a professional massage table and heat lamp stood along one wall. It was draped with a sheet.

"Hello, good to see you." In fact she had stayed away (as far as I remembered) from my apartment since Bill and Teresa. Her manner seemed rather cool. Her next words turned this impression into something different.

"Katherine and I will be moving next week," she said. "I have booked a series of performances in California, and I've spent the last several days making sure that all our "clients" here understand that we may not be back for some time."

My emotions were indeed mixed at this news. First came surprise, tinged with anger that I hadn't been told earlier. I guess I thought I was someone "special."

"James, you know that it was our mutual needs that made our short time together interesting. You are not in any sort of "love" with me, nor do you consider yourself as my "slave," Zarah answered shortly. "You and I have done a lot of communicating about which you have no specific memories right now!"

I had to agree that that was certainly true! The woman had almost moved into my pad without my conscious awareness!

But the other feeling that I felt, I'm ashamed to admit, was pure self- indulgence. I had used our relationship chiefly to achieve sexual gratification, on levels I had only dreamed existed! Menage, sex with compliant strangers, exhibitionism, bowel and bladder control, to say nothing of dabbling in bisexuality, all under the "protection" and "control" of a mutual "ringmaster!"

"Yes, and do you know that you stated the chief thrill in the last place, James?" came the reply, still in that weary, semi-depressed voice. "Most of you are discovering your own sexual liberation, using hypnosis as a shield against embarrassment and hurt. Yes, yes," she continued, as I started to object, "you are different in that the domination issue is important to you. But do you realize that every single activity we've acted and seen together is perfectly legal between consenting adults? Were it not for social strictures, you all could have been engaging in your lustful experiments all this time without me!"

This was true! I really hadn't thought of it that in that way before, but I might have performed any of these acts with Brenda, Lily or any other willing partners!

"Correct, James. Now think some more. You all are acquainted with others in our group. Some of your specific memories will become hazy, and I have ensured that none of you will ever be able even to WANT to blackmail another. But you all live around here, and similar pleasures are merely a phone call away!"

She was walking around behind me as I watched her in the bedroom mirror. I saw her reach a hand towards my neck, then felt her ol' Vulcan Mind-Meld take hold. She leant my head back (unresisting as always) till I was observing the plaster ceiling as my consciousness sharpened. I didn't blank out, but remained docile as she caressed my face and neck. As I write this, I can state that I know she was talking to me, but I don't recall anything but a low buzzing murmur... my attention was kind of roaming around counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, until she roused me with a little kiss on the cheek. Everything returned to focus.

"My back is bugging me today, James," she complained, in a manner that struck me as distant. "It must be from the packing."

"How about a back rub?" I offered. "I know something about backs."

She responded in a nonchalant fashion that put MY back up a little! "I'll tell you what to do."

She demurely turned her back to me, removed her shirt and slacks, walked over to the table. I watch her ass twitch as she climbed up and positioned herself face down on the sheet, saying, "now no funny business, right? I need some muscles loosened, and that's it!"

Strange! from a woman that had shared so many sexual experiences with me. Nevertheless, I assented readily, and opened the bottle of massage oil. She told me to let it warm in my cupped hands before I began on her shoulders and upper back.

As I worked, she gave me fairly brusque instructions, just as she often liked to boss me around, as to how to press, where to roll my hands, etc. I enjoyed seeing her naked skin under my hands, and gave myself privately up to fuck-fantasies galore. I rubbed, circled, squeezed and kneaded just as she told me, and bit by bit, she relaxed, and began to groan softly as I "hit just the right spot" now and again. Once, I let my hands stray down to the top of her buttocks, and she warned, "Watch it, James!" but in a very mild tone.

Soon, all her muscles were relaxed, and between groans she informed me: "that's perfect... just keep it up... don't stop now," and remarks of that nature.

"That's good," she grunted. "I feel like... like soft putty... this is... so-o-o relaxing... just rub... you're doing great!" My ears perked up. I was hearing signals in her tone unlike any I'd caught before! It sounded as if she was going to let me run things... or she wanted to pretend to submit for a while. What an unexpected turn-on! I had to consciously steady my voice as I quickly answered "You're the boss!"

"Of course I am... " she responded, but in a distracted, offhand tone.

I turned on the heat lamp, and continued my ministrations. Soon I tried moving her folded arms down along her sides, and she allowed this repositioning with only another groan.

I very gradually began rolling my oiled fists further down her spine with each pass, until I pressed her coccyx bone each time. I also steadily lightened my touch, moving from heavy pressure on each pass to lighter, more caressing strokes. Zarah's breathing became deep and regular, and her body was motionless. She was not talking any more, I noticed!

I stroked heavily down each arm in turn, from shoulder blade, bicep, forearm and wrist, right off the fingertips. After several of these passes I heard a faint whisper: "... Just....keep... going... it's perfect... " Her eyes were closed.

I lightened my strokes further, and finally dared to lift her arms away from her sides somewhat, so that I could observe the sides of her breasts, pressing into the bedding. She was limp and unresisting, and I began caressing her inner arms, and her sides. As my fingertips brushed over and over her palms, her fingers began to close up as if she were being tickled. I thought I was sensitizing her bodily response more and more with each stroke.

I moved back to her spine, and, avoiding her backside, moved down to the backs of her legs, very firmly and authoritatively pressing and kneading the muscles. No resistance, but more sighing. My strokes changed direction, starting at the knees and stopping just short of the base of each buttock. After only a few of these, I detected a change in her deep breathing. I lightened pressure even more, until now each stroke was in reality a light caress.

"I can work better if I remove all clothing, Zarah," I whispered. There was no reply but another soft sigh, so I gingerly took the waistband of her black panties and slowly but firmly slid them right down and off her legs. She was now completely nude. I gloated over every pink inch of her, especially those trim buttocks, whose muscles now appeared completely flaccid. I was careful to maintain a continuous stroking of her legs, and she was apparently too far gone to care about her nakedness.

"Zarah, I'll just keep on massaging you now," I said, tentatively.

"... Yes-s-s... " came the low, dreamy whisper. Her acquiescence gave me more courage.

"I'll keep on with my stroking," I continued. "I like to stroke you, Zarah. It's very stimulating... this light stroking... I can tell you like to be stro-o-oked this way too." I tried to pace my voice to sound like her own, and Zarah gave another soft "yes-s-s" in instant return.

I brushed oiled fingers and palms right up her spine to the nape of her neck, pinched it gently, and slid back down, where my thumbs found and rotated the dimples at the top of her derriere. Finally, I let my fingertips brush, almost by accident, right over her pink ass cheeks. After just a few of these, Zarah began responding differently. Her buttocks quivered slightly, and the glutei would occasionally clench up. Each exhalation of her breath now brought a very soft sighing sound.

I maintained a soft vocal tone, talking about "stroking" each time my hands passed over her length. I made my voice slower and deeper in pitch little by little.

I gained confidence with every new inch of territory gained. I started small fluttery circles and spirals up her legs, and now, when I reached her ass, I found those delicious muscles pushing back up against my palms. With each repetition, this effect grew more pronounced. Her breaths were coming a little faster now. I made more regular passes over her buttocks, and as my teasing touch grew lighter, her upward response became stronger.

My hands were eventually running all over her cheeks at will, and they would follow as if magnetized. The taut pale muscles pressed themselves more and more firmly up into my circling palms, and her sighs had grown louder.

I pushed Zarah's legs back down flat onto the mattress. They were still pressed together, and I began seductively brushing along their outer sides. I tried talking to her again, very softly.

"Zarah... ''

"M-m-m-m... "

"Zarah, what's happening to you? I'm stroking you now, ver-r-ry softly... what's happening to you as I stroke you? What's happening to your legs? What are your legs doing, honey?''

"... feels good... " came the low answer.

"That's right, Zarah... I'm stroking your legs... stroking and stroking and stro-o-oking... I can tell you enjoy the feeling."

Sliding and caressing her thighs in continuous light motion.

"You like me to stroke those beautiful legs... I've noticed how... magnetic my touch feels to you, hmmm? How there's an almost magical attraction between my hands and your body... my hands and your entire body as I stroke it..." I lightened up even more now as I brushed fingertips along her knees, which immediately quivered in response.

"Your body shows a strong response to my hands, honey, almost a pull right into my hands, a strong pull... " and I placed palms on butt again, and felt the upward thrust in response.

"Yes, you feel it now too... a strong magnetism... stronger and stronger, stronger and more powerful attraction... your legs now.... the strong response as I stroke your legs." I returned to her outer knees, and watched in gratification as they quivered, quivered again, and began to separate slightly!

"Yes, each loving caress is a magnetic stroke... magnetic... feel the strong pull, the powerful pull under my hands... what's happening to them now?" I tickled her outer calves, and the legs widened a little more.

"... Opening... up... " Her tone was suddenly high and breathless, as she seemed to take on some little-girl persona.

"That's right, Zarah," I went on, now surer of my dominance. "You feel your legs are opening at my direction. Opening up farther and farther now... " I murmured, and soon her knees were a foot or so apart.. Again, she sighed deeply.

"Yes, you may give deep, sleepy sighs as I continue to magnetize you... I love your deeeeep looose breathing under my soooothing touch... my magnetic touch... it's more and more strong, more and more hard to resist the magnetism... you feel soothed and relaxed, yet excited by my touch, don't you, honey? I love seeing your excitement... don't you feel helpless now? Helpless to resist my touch?''

"... Oh-h-h" she gulped, "... help... less... "

I changed to just a couple fingers on the inside of her knees, and her legs closed. Back to the outside, and they opened. I ran palms up to her hips, and they instantly raised again!

"Yes," I intoned, "your body loves my touch.... you love my strong hands to move you, guide you, magnetize you... command you... command you... command.''

"... command me," came the faintest of moans.

My hands roamed everywhere now. I rotated her temples, stroked her throat, which made her extend her neck, and brushed the soft outer edges of her bosom. I pressed down onto a palm, and as I lightened my touch, her arm followed mine up off the table! I found her calf equally ready to lift upward, as one hand made light contact with it.

Now, with her knees somewhat apart, I had a subtle and captivating view of her splendid mount, and its thick curling hairs. I maintained my touch and my patter as I moved around her, peering closely at the fur-lined treasure waiting down between her oiled buttocks. I wished to see more, and I felt more sure of her willingness. I reduced my touches to one or two fingers here and there, along a shoulder blade, around her ears, and her flesh danced with excitement wherever it felt me.

I decided to go for broke, and now slid three heavy fingers right down her spine and paused, pressing lightly right at the top of her cleft. My other hand I cupped over her forehead. I held her there, feeling my weight pressing her down. Her eyes were screwed tightly together, and her mouth was open. She had not moved her head in a while, there was a damp spot where saliva had dribbled out onto the mattress.

"Zarah," I tried in a firmer voice, "Your body responds to me eagerly. I have only to touch you and your body obeys... You want only to obey my voice and my touch." I slid lower, against the upward thrusting of her buttocks, slid my strong fingers further between her cheeks, down along her hot, furry channel. My oiled fingers split her thick labia easily, and slid between her cheeks, which only quivered, and offered no refusal.

The flat of my palm now reached way under her and cupped her mons, lifting upwards lightly, and her ass surged straight off the table as she breathed "yess... yesssss!"

I removed my hands and stood back ogling the arch of her spine, the extreme tight curvature of her buttocks, and the clenching and relaxing of her fists. I gloried in the film of sweat that shone over her entire skin.

"You may lower your beautiful buttocks now," I continued, in a very firm, matter-of- fact tone. "You may relax for a moment... but only for a moment. Remain ready instantly to respond again. Remain in your deep, obedient state. I want you to acknowledge my control now. Please repeat... you hear only my voice... "

"I hear only your voice... "

"I am your master."

"... You... you are... " she offered up a slight hesitation, and I pressed her head and buttocks down again, forcing some breath out of her.

"I... am... your... master."

This time the response was quick, accompanied by a long, shuddery sigh.

"Yes. You are my master."

"Yes," I intoned, rewarding her surrender with another intimate, slippery caress. "Feel my strong hand as your body lets it sliiiide right over you. Now Zarah, I will allow you a few moments to lie completely submissive and peaceful, knowing that I will control your thoughts and actions as I wish. Remain in your sweet rest until I command you further." With another light stroke I left her there, legs apart, one knee bent slightly.

In the outer office, Kathy's eyes widened as she took in my oily fingers and the flush on my face.

"I have to have a camera... the office camcorder!" I sputtered... "Zarah... Zarah's... come, please and set it up for me?" I pleaded. She looked solemnly at me, then without a word went to a cupboard. She brought back tripod and camera to the bedroom, where she started at the sight of her boss in that uncharacteristic position!

Still without a word, she set up and started the camera, then climbed up on the large bed and just watched us.

Returning to the table, I reasserted my control over Zarah effortlessly with a few fluttery passes, then positioned her stretched out face-downwards, with her legs pressed together. I made sure the camera could see every inch of her body. I breathed softly into an ear hole, and stepped back again. I rolled the table out into the room, so I could step behind it and be on-camera.

"I can see everything, Zarah, al-l-l of your body is mine to control. All of your will is fixed on obedience and submission... it feels so-o-o good to obey your master! Speak!" I held my breath - was this carrying things too far?

"... I... obey... my master... " she droned, in a drugged tone.

"Yes, of course you do," I commanded. "And now, Zarah, now you will notice that when I speak about your body it will feel just like the powerful, arousing magnetic touch of my hand. My voice will touch you. I will demonstrate this to you now." I knelt down and placed my head next to hers, so my face would be visible on-camera.

"I will begin long, hot caress now... from your nape... " and I briefly touched her neck "... down, down, down your back...that's it, the pressure moves right down your sensitive backbone... pressing you strongly down, down, down deeper and deeper into compliance... "

Sure enough, she arched herself as if in response to an actual physical caress.

"Your arms are being stroked now, right down to their fingertips... " and her fingers twitched and fisted up as before.

"Back dow-w-w-wn your spine, and now to a lovely light brushing and cupping of your buttocks." They quivered with a quick muscular contraction. "Yes, those globes are s-o-o-o sensitive! Swirling, tickling, caressing and stimulating very, very lightly al-l-l over your buttocks... your beautiful hot buttocks... keep your knees together now!"

Her knees bent forward under her, pushing her buttocks off the bed. I moved back around to pan the camera in close-up from her tense face, right along to her tush.

"Continual delicious circling, circling, circling... I own your ass, Zarah... I possess every luscious inch of your flesssshhh... give it to me, I will you to feel it!"

She was flexing visibly, ass circling in mid-air, as she had when I was actually touching her earlier. One cheek tightened, then the other, then both would stick up farther for a moment, displaying her anus and the rear portion of her hairy slit. I continued her arousal verbally, talking to her of her obedience.

Katherine was still... just watching, but her eyes were large and moist in the lowered light of a bedside lamp. I moved over to her.

"Is this alright for you, Kathy?" I asked. "It's so strong, I have to do it!"

She looked back at Zarah, and her hands began to slide under her skirt. She turned her humid orbs to me, and whispered:

"In the drawer there, the top drawer, James!"

I withdrew a good-sized dildo, and handed it to her. I watched as she fingered it suggestively.

I returned to MY subject... MY subject, with her butt now humped up into the air!

"You are trying to keep your knees together, and yet I can see right between your hot cheeks! That's right, no matter how hard you try and try to resist my power, you find that your arousal is pumping hot blood into your very secret places. Pumping and pumping right into them!

"Those very secret, private places are hot!" I chanted, "hot and beginning to fill up. Yes, I see your moist, thick flesh as it begins pouting and parting... You've never experienced this thrill before, have you? To fe-e-l-l those lips of your sex become plump... plumper... plump - er and plump - er... say it, my sweet Zarah, say it!"

I was popping little breaths into her ear with each word, and she responded: "... plumper... plumper... plumper...plumper..''

"Yes, so hot and they push outwards, they're so deliciously hot and plump, aren't they? There's no secret now, Zarah they're pouting open as I seduce you and arouse your inner heat with my power... "

And there they were as I returned to check the camera, her inner labia swollen out dramatically, moist and reddish-brown before my feasting eyes. I moved the camera to one side, and set a fairly tight shot on her fanny. I removed my clothing, and my erection was twitching as I moved up behind that incredible sight.

Katherine's skirt had hiked up, and her thighs squeezed together, as she ran her play penis over them, then slipped it under her white cotton panties, rubbing it around. Her dampness allowed her own inner engorgement to be visible to my fascinated eyes. She twisted her pelvis against the seductive feelings of her smooth, thick tool. It pushed the sodden material aside, and poked and slid delicately across the top of her triangle.

I made sure that both she and the camcorder had a clear view of Zorah's intimate organs, no longer intimate at all, but brazenly outthrust.

"Yes, your knees are together, but your sex is wide wide open now. I am right behind you. You will now feel the hot head of my erect penis stimulate you even further. Feel it? I will tease your plump pussy up and down... up... and back down... spreading your hot, flowing arousal everywhere." I let my twitching cock touch her at random all round her rotating ass.

"You hear nothing except my voice, my commands and your own pleasure sounds," I said quickly, because Kathy over on the bed had plunged her tool quickly inside her, and now lay there moaning as it stuck out from her pussy. She tapped on its end occasionally, and squeezed her thighs together.

Yes, Zarah was ready... her voice urgent now as she repeated sensuously, sort of to herself now: "Plump-er... plump - er..."

"Zarah, feel," I now ordered. "Feel all your heightened tension now, as waves of delicious moist tingling spread from your cunt outwards!"

I inserted my cock tip into her, and was unprepared for her instant reaction! Her rear pushed backwards right over most of my length. She gave an almost inaudible whimper. She moved forward again too quickly, and I stopped her hips to make sure we both felt every inch of our throbbing contact.

I held her still, and watched as her lips stretched open to admit my knob, then stared as her tight channel swallowed every inch and my balls were dangling against those quaking muscles. I saw that my pubic stubble, now growing back out but not yet curly and soft, scraped her labia lightly.

"Zarah, obey me! You may enjoy one silent, beautiful orgasm in ten pulse beats. Count them to yourself... you're hotter and hotter... then come for me! Obey!" I shouted, and gripped her cheeks, kneading her flesh.

When her internal quiver began, I held her motionless against my belly. Her pleasure seemed to last for minutes, fluttering against my rigidity, but before I could come, I withdrew slowly. Her cunt lips remained fairly wide open as I left her. I separated her knees by about two feet, and popped out of the volcano. The air felt cold on my superheated erection, but I had decided on a final course of action for the video.

I showed myself to Katherine, presenting my slimy length to her hungry eyes, and, still bearing her rigid intruder, she slid down to the edge of the bed and presented me with HER privates! I tickled her clit a moment, then pulled out her dildo, and gave it to her to suck on. She slurped it noisily as I thrust into her. She wanted a good fuck, but I knew I had only enough for one, and Zarah was still waiting further attention, so I grabbed the dildo back, and, holding Kathy's knees apart, gave it back to her fast and strong. As she climaxed, I suddenly stopped the thrusting motions, and simply tapped rhythmically on the exposed base of her dildo. This caused her to thrash about and grab onto it again. I let her finish herself off, quite loudly. Zarah paid no notice.

I remembered Zarah's willingness to exploit my bowel and bladder control for her own amusement. I had a brain flash. I left and returned shortly with some towels, which I spread between her legs. I brought a saucepan in from the kitchen, too. I positioned myself at her rear, and was soon erect again. I dipped my cock back into her cunt an inch or so, and rotated it in a slow circle with my hand. I pulled out and slid around her now- exposed clitoris a few times, then parked just inside her twat again. She was moving again, pinned by my organ in mid-air.

"Zarah," I said, firmly, "Zarah, your body is at my command! All your responses are mine to command, aren't they!" A quick inner plunge and an equally quick withdrawal brought a response instantly.

"... ah-h-h-h!... yesss... "

I continued stimulating her pussy and surrounding area with my dick. I had soon reduced my circling motion to just one finger. I rocked back and forth continually with my prick, but remaining about the same depth.

"Zarah, you know my touch can relax you or stimulate you, can't it? I subjugated your will with my caresses, and I stimulate your beautiful sex with just a word. Listen and obey... listen and obey... focus all your attention on THIS finger, Zarah... " My finger circled around, twirling lightly about her ass, moving in closer and closer to her anus.

"That very tight sphincter is a muscle, isn't it? What am I touching now? Answer me!''

"... my... bottom... " came the whisper.

I corrected her with a sudden stop of my prick, and she gasped in surprise. I wriggled my fingertip all around the puckered anus.

This muscle holds in the contents of your rectum, as you know very well," I said. "It is your anus. Say it!''

"My anus," came the answer, quickly. I resumed gentle thrusts into her cunt.

"Yes, of course. Your anus. You must answer immediately, Zarah. Fe-e-el your reward... here is your reward from Master," and I plunged in and out once again. She whimpered with pleasure.

"Yes, the anus controls your rectum and your bowels, Zarah...bowels... your bowels.''

"Yes... my bowels... " came the breathless mutter as my finger roamed over her cheeks as if poking dough, and tickled along her perineum leading to the brown hole.

"Bowels, Zarah... hear and obey my voice! Your bowels feel full right now, don't they? And you will find yourself needing very soon to discharge your wastes... to let go... to lo-o-o-osen those very strained muscles... "

My finger paused at her back gate, and I inserted just its tip. As I continued to speak, I withdrew my erection.

"Just a little bit at first, you'll find a strong inner pressure beginning to build. You soon realize your bowels are full, fuller, and fuller as I speak to you... they are actually packed tightly with hot brown solids, that will expand tighter against your control, Zarah... more and more pressure... feel the pressure building... resist as best you can!"

Soon, Zarah had lowered her hips to the bed to help her control, and her mouth tightened up, trying to restrain the feelings I was evoking.

I had stood up to adjust the camera angle again, when I felt soft cupped hands roaming over my own ass, and a scalding hot tongue force its way up my own crack! Katherine's surprise assault distracted me only for a moment.

"You can't fight me, Zarah, you are attuned to my will now! You like the hot feeling, the knowledge that soon I shall allow you to let go... let go soon, on my command... test your readiness now, woman... You cannot move now!... You are paralyzed... concentrate on my powerful finger... "

My index finger gently circled her exposed hole and slipped further inside. She grunted loudly at the intrusion, and her powerful sphincter clenched around my knuckle, but I continued pushing, and slipped in to the last joint. I soon was causing her to rotate her ass high in the air just with the movement of my finger, and I felt her convulsive efforts to stay closed. Her face was beet red, either from embarrassment or strain, I wasn't sure which!

Katherine found me bending slightly to make her own assault easier. Soon I felt sharp teeth nipping at my buttocks, and oiled fingers slipping between my own defenses. I pushed backwards and let her oily fingers slide up over my balls, and back along my crack. She gently pushed her own oiled hand up to my prick. I groaned.

Soon, under my fingertip I could actually feel the hard end of a turd, trying to push its way towards Zarah's entrance. "Wait, Zarah, you can't release yet... though you want to, you won't be able to open and relax that sphincter till I say so! It's so full, so ready, isn't it? The lovely, hot, hot pressure inside your bowels? Tell me, Zarah!"

She spoke loudly now, unembarassed in her need. "God... I have to shit... it's pressing inside, so much pushing... it's hot... let it come out... please!" As I withdrew my finger slowly, her anus was puckering and pursing up like a kissing mouth, and the brown head of that first turd soon appeared in the opening.

"What do you feel there at your opening, Zarah?''

"Ngnghh... a turd... can't hold it in much longer... nghghgh... "

"Yes you can, because I leave you just enough control to make you wait!"

Each time she dropped her control, more and more of the turd peeped out from her anus. Finally it had poked out too far to be withdrawn, and a little hard lump was cut off, and fell onto the towels spread beneath her.

My own lower half seemed to have been dipped in oil by this time, as Katherine's teasing fingers slid everywhere. I wanted my own release now, but decided to take Zarah in her ass.

"Zarah!" I now finished, "You are so tired now, and I will now let you relax your control... as I pull your cheeks apart, wider and wider, wider and wider, the impulse to release will overwhelm you. Your crack will open wide now. You must let those long, hot turds push and thrust right out! Your body wants to expel. Your hole will spasmodically release. You may l- o-o-o-osen your bowels now, Zarah. Open them and release... here it comes...letting go al-l-l that pressure... feels so good now, Zarah... now!"

I grasped her butt, and slowly and rhythmically pulled the cheeks wider apart. They softened and relaxed, but I felt her belly tighten beneath her.

Instantly, the first turd thrust smoothly out of a wide open sphincter, and her cracked voice bawled out. "Un-n-ngh...un-g-g-h-h!" With each of my pulls outward, more and more brown matter appeared, dropping down over her pussy hairs, and plopping in lumps onto the towels. I released my grip on her ass to grab the saucepan, but still her expulsions continued. She was now moaning and sighing very low with relief.

I held the pan below and slightly behind her crack. I knew that urination would follow, and sure enough, a bright stream shot out backwards, as she lost all residual control. The hissing was loud as the urine splashed into the pan.

Soon her clenching abdomen forced out the last small dribbles from bladder and rectum.

When the flow trickled to a halt, I told her:

"Now, Zarah, relax now... there's just your beautiful ass right up in mid air - relaxing from your delicious release. You will keep it way, way up in the air, while I clean you, and you may tell me how it felt.''

"I couldn't hold back... I had to let go... I had to give up and let everything out of my bottom... it was looser and looser... ah-h-h!" she sighed deeply, shuddered and became completely limp. I cleaned her up with soft moist cloths, Katherine helping, then suddenly decided I'd like to try buttfucking my mistress. I wanted her clean inside, so I went and got her enema bag, filled with warm water.

"Remain motionless, and hold in this luscious liquid, Zarah," I commanded, and injected her bowels with the enema probe. I left the nozzle sticking out of her asshole for a time, focusing the camera extra closely on the sight. Then, at my order, she released the liquid into the pan, and I repeated the dosage a couple of times, until her output was clear. I then dried her, to the sound of her deep, soft exhalations.

"Beautiful, Zarah, you are relaxed, happy and ready for one final climactic release. Prepare for your master."

I then paid tribute to her completely exposed beauty with soft suckings, licks and kisses. I slid her down the table until her rump hung over the edge of the pad. I lubricated my cock with pussy juice and lotion. She lay panting but motionless, as I slid my hardness into her pussy, pulled out, and rubbed myself all around her glistening crack. When my cock touched the anus, I was pleased to note an automatic loosening of her muscle, and I slowly and gently pushed the tip of my dick inside. I found that her distended rectum was quite moist with natural mucus, and she gave way easily to my penetration. I slid slowly and steadily in, in, in, and soon my balls were brushing against her labia.

I rested there for a while, savoring complete dominance, and then, reaching forward grasped her wrists, and tugged them till her hands lay under her pelvic bone.

With my dick throbbing inside her empty bowel, I began whispering arousal suggestions to Zarah, while stroking and tickling her perineal area more and more insistently.

"You will now become extra, extra horny, lover... " I commanded. "Rouse yourself, Zarah... your rectum is completely filled... it is stuffed, and your cunt is glistening with your juices... feel that hot, hot cunt... that extra hard clit, poking out from your lips... poking out harder and more sensitive from those hot, sweet cunt lips... juicy... you're so very very juicy that you must feel for yourself. Fe-e-e-el yourself... stroke and tickle yourself while I stimulate your bottom again! I command you to masturbate, harder and harder, Zarah... masturbate now!"

I felt her muscles clench spasmodically around my cock as she began to finger herself, and as she moved swiftly towards orgasm, I held myself still and just watched and felt the show. The buttocks impaled beneath my gaze were racked by tremors. Katherine was now rubbing them with one hand, while her other worked around my own crack.

Now Zarah's final climax let go, and the pressures and squeezings of her sphincter on my cock were just unbelievable! Her pelvis dropped flat onto her flailing hands, popping my stalk out unexpectedly, even as my own pre-orgasmic liquid was beginning to drip. My own legs trembled as I stood up on tiptoes, rubbing myself along her crack, and Katherine jerked me off, her own hand a blur as it slid up and down, and she tickled my own anus unmercifully, actually trying to hook me into the air with one crooked finger.

My dick could hold no more blood, and was painful! And now my pumping began. A flare in my testicles! I held back, held back, held back, then let go. My penis bubbled and boiled over, flowing its thickened cream over Zarah's lower body as Kathy flipped its bulb over and over in Zarah's taut crevasse. Another small jet that felt like a quart covered her! and Kathy now just contented herself with caressing my buttocks and lightly pulling and milking out the last of my flow, spreading it over the sweat-misted, softening curves of my mistress... mistress no longer.

Zarah's arms were pulled from underneath her. I noticed that her eyes had partly opened, unfocused, and that her softened lips were slightly upturned in a very small smile. I spread her cheeks one last time, and gently paid oral tribute to her submission, laving and gently probing her now-flaccid labia. Zarah pulsed once again, and she sighed weakly as Kathy and I slid her back up on the massage table.

"Zarah, my treasure, my teacher, my slave... you will sleep, sleep and dream of me, and my farewell to you," I now ordered. "Sleep deeply now, you may awaken when you are ready."

I told Kathy, who still caressed the totally flattened body of her boss, to insert the dildo partway into Zarah's anus and leave it sticking there. I left the camera and videotape to run out, and dressed myself. Zarah would view it in future, I was sure.

Katherine now clung to me, and I led her over to the bed. I tucked her in, and she kissed me deeply, eyes shining, and whispered, "I know I'll see you again, James, sometime! Zarah will be back, and if she never does, I'll come myself!"

I left the motel.