Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections.
Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved.
Rose turned and looked at the red numbers on the clock: six-seventeen a.m. The bedroom was beginning to lighten as the sun rose, heralding the new day and the next phase in Rose's marriage. Besides her, Max lay motionless, still asleep, resting from the exertions of the previous night, and (thought Rose mildly amused), for what was to come today. The new day signaled both a new beginning as well as an end. Yesterday their honeymoon had ended and today their formal married life would begin. This is what Rose had been waiting for all the previous week and why, so atypically, she had awakened early today. A slight smile crossed her mouth in the half dark of the room as she silently reflected to herself. Ironic she thought. Most women treasured every moment of their wedding day and their honeymoon, hoping to postpone the return to the ordinary and the challenges of married life. For Rose, it was exactly the opposite; not that she hadn't enjoyed her honeymoon. Max was absolutely wonderful, everything she had hoped for, and she had thoroughly enjoyed their time together the previous week. But now the real fun would begin, at least for her.
Rose had met Max via his sister Miranda. Miranda had raised Max from a young child to adulthood after her parents had died, leaving them both orphans. From an early age it was obvious that Max was not like other males. He was completely submissive and needed dominance from the women around him. Miranda had recognized this, and being naturally dominant, had raised her brother to satisfy her natural inclinations as well as his. However, when Max reached adulthood, she had realized that she had a substantial problem on her hands. Max was so very innocent and unaware of how atypical he was. Finding him a suitable partner was not going to be easy. Miranda had worked long and hard and without success in a vain search to find a suitable partner. About to give up in frustration and with a rising sense of panic, she had met Rose. Rose was everything she had looked so long and hard for: a dominant single woman who could appreciate the innocence of her brother and exploit it to everyone's benefit.
A week ago, they had been married. On the big day, Miranda presented Max to Rose, beautifully attired in a satin white dress, a blushing virgin, ready and ripe for her enjoyment. And enjoy she did. But now even bigger delights awaited Rose. Max had entered their nuptials so very innocent. A complete virgin, not only in the physical sense but mentally and emotionally as well. Rose grew excited remembering how his eyes had widened as she entered his ass with her dildo for the first time. His penis had visibly stiffened and throbbed as she buried herself inside him. Max's look of shock, and the horrified expression of self realization that this excited him, being taken up the ass by a woman, had brought Rose intense physical pleasure and emotional satisfaction. Even more satisfying to Rose was the fact that Max had not lost his innocence. Each time she took him, was like the first. He never seemed to be able to overcome his sense of shame and humiliation of being used this way by Rose or the intense and uncontrollable physical excitement this brought him. It was a vicious cycle. Humiliation and shame physically excited Max, which in turn made him even more ashamed and hence even more excited.
Although Rose loved this, she knew that such raw emotional material must be managed; shaped like plastic into even more delightful and useful forms. Like a master sculptor, Rose had planned her masterpiece from the beginning. With her sister-in-law, she had planned wedding, honeymoon, and the beginnings of the married life with great care and exacting detail. Now it was time to mold her masterwork into its final form. Today the moment she had so patiently treasured would arrive: Max's training would finally begin. Glancing at the clock, Rose saw the red digits change to six-thirty. Time to get up and get started!
Pushing the sheets quietly off, Rose silently slipped out of bed. Grabbing her robe, she covered her beautiful and voluptuous body with the flimsy garment and left the bedroom and the slumbering Max. Going into the living room, she glanced out the window and saw a short stocky grey-haired women dressed completely in white approaching the front door followed by a tall auburn companion, also dressed in white. Martha was right on-time! Wonderful! Rose rushed to the front door and opened it, just as Martha reached the threshold.
"He's still asleep," said Rose motioning the other woman and her tall companion to enter and closing the door softly behind her.
"He still doesn't know?"
"No," said Rose smiling. Martha smiled back.
"Wonderful! This is my assistant, Charlene," said Martha introducing her companion.
Rose and Charlene exchanged greetings and Rose said, "Would you like some coffee before we begin?"
"Sure," said Martha. "That would be great. I didn't have time to get anything before coming over."
The three women walked into the kitchen and Rose began the ritual of making morning coffee. Normally Max would do this for her, but today was different. Rose had known Martha all of her adult life. The two women had met when Rose broke her ankle playing tennis in college. Martha was her nurse during Rose's stay in the hospital and Rose had noticed the confidence of the older woman and how she seemed to enjoy bossing the (mostly male) doctors around, and even embarrassing them. This both intrigued and excited Rose and, being young and uninhibited, she confronted her no-nonsense nurse.
Martha being equally intrigued by her young charge had explained, "Males are such pussies! They act like they are in charge but actually all they really want is for women to control them."
Rose was completely astounded by this novel (for the time) philosophical view of male behavior. At eighteen, she was still forming her own views of the world, and Martha's self-confident perspective of female superiority was not only surprising, but was a revelation to the younger woman. The two women hit it off instantly, and their relationship continued after Rose left the hospital, with Martha becoming a mentor to her former charge.
Martha who was perhaps, thirty at the time had long since retired from nursing. However, despite her age and grey hair, she was still a remarkably handsome woman. Her breasts were full and her hips wide and her self-confident manner had evolved into a matronly, take-charge demeanor that still gave pause to anyone who came into contact with her. Pity the male who thought of her in anything but the most revering terms.
Martha's companion, Charlene, was exactly the opposite in almost every way. Charlene was in her early fifties, athletic, stood six feet tall in her stocking feet, and possessed a kindly, sympathetic, and almost motherly demeanor. She was sweet, but passive compared to the harsh and strict Martha.
Looking at Charlene, Martha said, "I brought Charlene to help your male with the details of managing his new situation when we are finished."
Rose looked at Charlene and nodded a silent thank you. During her planning for Max's post- honeymoon training, Rose had consulted Martha on various methods and techniques for humiliating her innocent pet. Martha had given her a list of routine medical procedures that males found particularly humiliating, enemas and urethral catheterization heading the list.
"Enemas are something anyone can do, with proper instruction. I can show you in less than half an hour. Catheterization is not difficult either, but you need to be more careful, especially with regards to infection," Martha had explained.
"Interesting," Rose responded. "But why do males find that so humiliating?"
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