Book 1   Jazmand
WaterWay -- Chapter 1
Bound to Watch
By: WaterLuv@etzine.com   Copyright 1996, by ET!zine   All rights reserved
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Jazmand, Rare Exotic Beauty - She Spreads Herself in Invitation

For this show, Mary, you will be placed in mild bondage, comfortable and able to move enough to avoid any cramping, but completely restrained from entering the stage where the action will unfold.  Restrained also from leaving.  No, you will watch.  But watch what?  Meet Jazmand.  She's the friend I've told you of -- a light-skinned Black lady with long, straight-black hair, and a taste-me look that would melt the heart of Anthony Comstock.  I've attached a picture of her.  Look at Jazmand, pictured turning her delectable derriere toward the camera.  See the orchid-pink folds in her perfumed garden of love?  Here, I've placed this fragrant, purple-pink orchid in a vase, and put it beside your bondage chair.  Let it's otherworldly folds and compelling scent suggest to you the action that will soon unfold on stage.  You will be watching as Jazmand spreads herself on the treatment bed.  When I tell you what happens, look at her and think about being tied in place and made to watch her undergo this procedure.

Jazmand and I talked it through in advance and decided we'd do two shows for you, then free you and see what, if anything, our performance had inspired in you.

For our first show, Jazmand would be the sub.  I laid her gently on the bed, face down and spread eagle.  I placed her in light bondage using restraint chains with padded-leather cuffs to loosely fasten her wrists to the bed posts.  I bound her ankles to opposite corners at the foot of the bed.  Thus restrained, she was mine.  The bed is a hospital type, so I could easily change her position.  With just the push of a button, I could hike her open heinie up in the air so I could fill her to the very brim.  She is a well-trained enema slave, and I wanted you to see firsthand all that those words mean.  For her pleasure, I had prepared a four-quart translucent-amber bag -- brimming with very warm water -- a touch of baking soda and salt added so she could take it all.  I started the procedure with a massage of her back and beautiful derriere.  As it went on, I concentrated more and more on her ample rear, opening her to let you see her most private flesh.  She knew another woman was watching this lewd show, and that knowledge set the color rising in her tawny cheeks.

As she warmed to the process, I began to touch her more intimately, speaking aloud about the enormous enema she was soon to receive, and how worthy her beautiful ass was of such treatment.  Like you, she has a tendency to let the an enema alone carry her over the top to orgasmic bliss.  I warned her that if she did such a thing, she would remain tied, be emptied, then start all over again.  I told her, as my fingers traced along the delicious curve of her butt, that she would get her reward in due time if she could keep control and submit to the necessary procedure.  Jazmand and I both wanted very much to show you what is possible, so she was fully motivated to do it.  But she was afraid . . . Fearful that her excitement would build too quickly, and she would be subjected to one after another massive enema till she got too tired to cum any longer.  You wouldn't want to see that happen to our darling Jazmand, now would you?

Jazmand is very much a verbally motivated person -- and she is deeply submissive.  With enough hot talk and loving encouragement, she seems to be capable of enduring nearly anything.  Thus, when it was time to begin, I hung the bag high on the stand beside the bed and simultaneously began to praise the beauty of what she was about to do.  As my hand caressed the rounded curve of her rear, I told her what a generous act she was doing.  I explained that her sacrifice would introduce yet another woman into the glorious release of continuous orgasmic response.  

I scooped a glob of Vaseline from the big jar on the night-stand, then lovingly slid my finger into her as I told her how clean and released she would feel when all was done.  I ran that finger deep into her insides, moving all around in her bountiful ass, letting her savor the penetration.  Pulling back I was thrilled to see how she thrust her hips out, trying to keep that feeling inside her.  Finally, her bonds would let her follow no longer, and I was able to withdraw till only the tip of my forefinger remained in Jazmand's rectum.  

Turning to you, I winked.  "Jazmand!" I said loudly, "Don't move.  I'm going to put another finger into you to open you up for the enema to come.  Mary will watch you get your pretty ass finger fucked, and I want you to show it openly if you like it.  Don't try to cover your feelings, or there will be severe consequences." The breathyness of her sigh of acquiescence left no doubt to either you or me that Jazmand was more than ready to have the glory of her femininity on display for your instruction . . . Indeed, for your initiation into her anal cult.
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