Session Date: Wednesday, April 21st, 1999
Dear Dad,
You filled up the enema bag with warm water and had me bend over the back of the sofa. When you had put the tube into my butt, you said, "All right. Here we go" and released the water into my rectum. "You take your enema, son. I'm going to empty this bag into you."
My ass was up in the air. It was the highest part of my body as I was bent over the sofa and this eased the water into me as deep as it would go.
There's something very degrading about what was being done to me. You put a tube in my butt which forced water into me. In a way, it was actually YOU who was invading my bowels. The water was like an extension of you which was filling me up.
You began to slap my ass cheeks as I was trapped in this submissive position. The smacking seemed to make the point that my ass was now conquered by you. It as if you were telling me without words that both the inside and the outside of my body were invaded by you at your whim.
When the bag had emptied into me, you put the equipment in the bathroom sink and came back to me with your belt in hand, laying it across my upturned ass. "I'm going to spank you some more and it's going to hurt." I started twitching and writhing on the sofa, clinching my asshole and asking you if it was absolutely necessary to keep spanking me. You lifted the belt off my butt and placed a reassuring hand on my back. "Oh, yes. I definitely need to put some more stripes on your ass with the belt. You want me to do a good job, don't ou?"
"Yes."
"You don't want me to do a half-assed job do you?"
"No, Sir."
"Good. Because I'm not stopping until our work is done for the night. Now hold your ass tightly closed. You don't want to spill any water."
And with that, you began a new round of belting. You hit me over and over until I didn't know what to concentrate on. The water in my gut was really making me feel full and the pain on my ass was really hurting. You kept hitting and hitting, making sure you covered everywhere. "Spread your legs, Donny. And hold tight. Don't leak." And you whipped me with your belt until I couldn't take anymore. I was begging you to "please, please stop" but you kept on anyway, changing positions behind me to get wherever you needed to get, working me over as you saw fit.
"Ow, Daddy. It hurts. It hurts."
"I know. Why am I doing this?"
"Because you love me."
"That's right. You need this. This is good for you."
And you kept on.
When you finally did stop hitting me, I collapsed over the sofa and you rubbed my bottom feeling all the red stripes and lines you had put there.
"All right, son. Now get up slowly. Hold your butt tight. Let's get you to the bathroom."
And you put me on the toilet but you still wouldn't let me release it yet. I sat there for minutes sucking on your _c_o_c_k_ as you stood in front of me.
"Don't go yet. Hold on." And I sucked you some more.
Here you were, a man I had just met a couple of hours ago and look what sort of control you had over me.....
When you wanted to spank me, you did it and you did it for as long as you liked.
When you forbid me to masturbate, you gave me an order that I promised to keep.
You wanted to control my bowels and even then I had no say in the matter.
I had to release myself so bad but you did not allow it. You had me suck on you instead and I channeled all my consciousness into that. I wouldn't think about my ass nearly about to explode. I wouldn't think about the helpless, humiliating situation I was in. I would just suck your dick and show you that I was a good boy.
In a while, you left me alone to release and clean myself off. Then you had me lie on the sofa on my back and you climbed on top of me and lifted my legs up so you could spank me some more. You used the wooden spoon and the hair brush. My feet were up in the air, my ass was lifted up, too. Just my back and shoulders were on the sofa.
I reached my head up, straining to reach all the way up to where your _c_o_c_k_ was. I needed it in my mouth. My poor ass was so worn out but you would not stop punishing it. I needed to suck on your _c_o_c_k_. I had to have it in my mouth while you continued this torture.
You seemed to lower your crotch just a little so that I could strain just enough to reach up and touch the head of your dick with my lips. A little bit more and I had the head of your dick! It was mine for a moment and it was sort of like having a pacifier. With this in my mouth, I could withstand more pain. I knew that there was a man attached to this torture and I could sort of suck comfort and love from him like this.
In time, you lowered yourself more and more and I could take more of you into my mouth as you hit me with the smaller implements.
Soon you were sitting on my face again and I was confronted once more with having to work my tongue into your asshole. I rimmed you, Dad, while you worked on my ass.
This went on and on, you smacking my butt with the spoon and hairbrush while you sat on my face. My legs pointed straight up and sometimes you put my feet behind your head for an unrestricted access to my ass. I licked and kissed your ass with my head buried beneath you. After a while, I had a rumbling in my stomach telling me I had to get back to the toilet for some unfinished business.
You let me up and when I returned to the sofa, you were lying upon it, your legs spread out and your _c_o_c_k_ pointing at me. You guided me down to your crotch and had me suck you some more. You stroked my head, rubbed my back, held my head in place and you eventually orgasmed. I kept my mouth on you the whole time to show you, that as your son, I am devoted to you. I want to see you happy.
Afterward, we chatted for a little bit and together we looked at my ass in the mirror. You showed me your work and how thorough a job you did. Eventually I helped you get dressed and you headed off into the night taking with you the letter I wrote you with my various confessions.
That was the end of out first session. We thought it would be our only session for many weeks or months but that was not the case. You called me the next night (Thursday) and told me you would be free the following evening (Friday). If I was interested, we could get together again then. We could start earlier, work later and you could spend the night giving us plenty of time to do the work that needed to be done on me. And then you would take off in the morning on Saturday.
This sounded like an excellent plan to me. I said, "Yes, Sir. I'm free."
And we spoke on the phone about how I could expect our next session was going to take us further down this road that we were on. And how tomorrow was going to "be a long night".
And it was.
End of Session One.
Don's email: donald_1961@yahoo. com
Dad's email: dadjack41@yahoo. com