Amanda Is Filled And Fulfilled

I could not take my eyes off her. On the floor in the middle of our living room was Amanda, seated in a classic yoga pose with her legs drawn

up so that her upturned feet rested on her inner thighs, her hands, also upturned, resting on her knees, her back straight, and her head tilted

slightly forward by the position of her neck, which emerged from her shoulders in a gentle curve. Because the tilt of her head partially hid her face from me, I could not tell if she was in some sort of trance or, like me, was marveling at the image which her body presented. Aside from

two bands of cloth, one circling her waist and the other, attached to the first, running over her rounded belly before disappearing into her crotch, she was completely naked. Framed by the position of her arms, her breasts were displayed to their best advantage, youthfully firm yet with the shapeliness which comes with maturity.

Had it not been for the turgid state of her nipples, a casual observer would have thought that he had chanced upon a beautiful young woman who had chosen to practice yoga naked in her living room. However, I was not a casual observer and knew that the apparent tranquility of the scene belied the true state of the young woman before me. Indeed, I had been an active

participant in the creation of that state and therefore had no doubts about what was responsible for the rigidity of Amanda's nipples. Buried deep inside her were a pair of dildos, held securely in place by her own weight.

By way of explanation, I have to go back to the very beginning of the day which I have been describing. It was a Saturday in March, and, when

Amanda, who is an early riser, awoke and looked out the window, she saw that the weather would discourage outdoor activities. Somewhat dejected, she headed to the bathroom, where she performs a daily ritual which includes a shower followed by a extended session in front of the mirror, where she scrutinizes her body for and removes any imperfections, including unwanted

hair and superficial blemishes. On this morning, her bathroom ritual consumed more time than usual, with the result that I was already awake and anxious to take my considerably less time consuming turn in her sanctuary. Thus, by the time that she finally emerged I was somewhat annoyed and prepared to complain about her commandeering the bathroom for such a long

time. However, when I saw the sensual look on her face as she returned to our bedroom, wearing nothing but a towel atop her freshly washed hair

and a provocative smile on her face, my earlier anxiety dissolved and was replaced by an anxiety of an entirely different nature.

Although past experience had taught me to appreciate her well-developed sexual imagination, seldom had I seen Amanda more explicit about her desire to explore the erotic ideas which she had conceived during her extended visit to the bathroom and, as it turned out, were responsible in part for length of time which she had devoted there to her ablutions. Putting her hands on her hips and striking a defiant pose, she announced,

''I have figured out how we should wile away this otherwise dismal day. While I was showering, I began to think about my body and its capacity to

be kept in an aroused state of unrelieved sexual excitement for several hours. Perhaps I have been over-influenced by all those Viagra ads warning men to call their doctors if they experience an erection which lasts more than four hours, but I cannot help wondering if there isn't a female counterpart of a four hour erection and, if there is, what it would like to have one. Not to be too clinical about it, the primal male urge is to penetrate and that of the female is to be penetrated. With this in mind, I have spent the last hour preparing my body for penetration. Not only have I trimmed my pubic hair to make my vagina more accessible, but I have also shaved the stubble around my anus and thoroughly cleansed my bowels with several enemas. Now my body is an empty vessel waiting to be filled.

Aside from the restriction that it is to remain filled for at least an hour, exactly how, where, and with what, it is to be filled I leave to you.

However, unless you want to risk an embarrassed call to your doctor, I suggest that you exercise your imagination and begin by filling it with

something other than your already prominent erection.''

Excited as I was by Amanda's invitation, I nonetheless still needed to relieve myself before acting on it. Thus, with only a perfunctory nod to indicate my acceptance, I brushed passed her on my way to empty my bladder, a process made somewhat painful and difficult by my excited state. Upon my return to the bedroom, I found Amanda lying on her back with her arms clasping her legs, which she had drawn up toward her chest to blatantly reveal those portions of her body that would play the leading role in her experiment. Knowing that it is a position in which the pleasingly rounded thighs and ample hips are particularly enticing, she had often taken it in the past. However, in light of the proposal which Amanda had just made, the position took a special significance. It graphically proclaimed that she was making her body available for whatever I chose to introduce into it.

Over time Amanda and I had accumulated a collection of sex toys, among which are several dildos of various sorts. Thinking that I should begin by taking advantage of the pristine state of Amanda's bowels, I fetched a jar of Vaseline and a rather long plastic dildo whose diameter is tapered so that it is about half an inch at the point, increases to about an inch, and along the way has a series of smooth ridges. I had introduced Amanda to this dildo as a training tool to help her learn to tolerate and

eventually enjoy relinquishing control over her body, including her anal sphincter. Each time I subjected her to this sort of training, she began

by complaining about the discomfort and embarrassment which I was causing her. Nonetheless, much to her surprise and chagrin, once she became reconciled to the idea that I, and not she, would be determining how far and how long her anus was held open, she found that she could derive considerable erotic pleasure from this form of self-immolation. Further, she discovered that she could learn to enjoy the sensation which manipulation of this portal, which she had previously deemed to be taboo, could produce. For these reasons I was not surprised that she had explicitly mentioned the

cleansing of her bowels as part of her preparations.

After showing her what I had in my hands, a cloud of concern passed over her face before she admitted, in a slightly trembling voice,

''Yes, that is one of the ways in which I intended for you to fill me, even though, now that you are about to do so, I am ambivalent. Nonetheless, I accept your decision and am ready to make myself available. Do you want me to raise my buttock by curling my legs forward so that I can grasp my ankles? That's the position which presents the most unobstructed access to

the portion of my anatomy which you are going to impale.''

Pleased by her pluck, I planted a kiss on her upturned forehead before helping her roll herself into a large ball, with her anus pointing straight

up in a way which made obvious that it was the hole through which this ball should be inflated. I then knelt on the bed so that my chest rested

against her raised pelvis and I was staring directly at my target. After spreading a generous coating of Vaseline over the initial segment of the dildo, I placed the anointed tip at the center of her anus and applied just

enough pressure to breach the barrier at the entrance to her bowels. Carefully monitoring Amanda's responses, I used them to determine the rate at which I should proceed. Her first response was a plaintiff groan accompanied by a tightening of her sphincter around the intruding object. In order to help her come to terms with the invasion, I stroked her thighs in the vicinity of her groin, a luxurious region whose satiny surface gives pleasure simultaneous to its owner and its admirer. When I felt her tension begin to subside, I returned my attention to the dildo, which had begun to reemerge as a result of her contractions. Mockingly, I chided her

for her lack of control and pressed the dildo back into her bowels, this time not stopping until her anus was stretched close to its maximum

diameter and was about to encounter the first of ridges which it eventually would be forced to swallow.

Knowing that her anal muscles would require several minutes before they acquiesced to the stretching being imposed on them, I held the dildo firmly in place while resuming my stroking of her thighs. Even if there had not been an anguished look on her face, I would have known that Amanda was finding her impalement hard to bear. In a reflexive reaction, her anal

muscles repeatedly contracted in a frustrated attempt to dislodge the device which was preventing them from closing, and, after each contraction, Amanda would gasp and twist her head from side to side. Finally, her body

apparently reconciled itself to its fate and stopped fighting. As soon as this transformation occurred, the anguished expression on Amanda's face was replaced first by a look of relief followed shortly by one of contented pride as she realized that she had survived the worst of her ordeal.

Seeing that we had reached the stage at which her pleasure would increasingly exceed her distress, I told Amanda that I intended to spend the next half an hour alternating between exercising her anal muscles and rewarding her efforts by working on the other orifice which her position presented to me, although, during the periods when they were not being exercised, I would insist that her anal muscles be relaxed and allow the dildo to remain at whatever depth I left it. After obtaining her assurance that she would do her best to comply, I again applied pressure to the

dildo, driving it further into her rectum and thereby forcing her anus to accommodate the ridges which, as they progressed, teased her sphincter by allowing a series of brief contractions, each of which was followed by

immediately renewed stretching.

I find it difficult to account for the pleasure which both of us received from this exercise. For Amanda, it must have been a combination of the

physical sensations and a complex psychological phenomenon resulting from the recognition and acceptance of the reality that she had ceded control of an intimate bodily functions to someone else. For me, the physical component was negligible. I do not deny that I enjoyed the subtle vibrations which the dildo's shaft transmitted as the ridges bumped their way in and out of her body or that I was not acutely aware of the luscious female body whose pelvis was resting against my chest. However, I am

certain that the crucial component for me was my pleasure in mastering that female body and, counter to its own instincts, making it dance to my tune.

As promised, after a few minutes of pumping, I stopped, leaving the dildo so that she could hold it in place by clamping down on the ridges. As a

consequence, Amanda was absorbing nearly ten inches of the shaft in her bowels, a feat which would have been impossible had she been less rigorous about her preparations. After convincing myself that the dildo would remain where I had left it, I leaned forward and ran my fingers along the crease between Amanda's labia, which were already well lubricated and had

begun to swell and spread. When I had completed their spreading to reveal her clitoris, I coaxed her clitoris out of its protective nest by

systematically stroking that gloriously sensitive nodule. Much to my satisfaction and amusement, not only did that glistening stalk emerge from its

hiding place but each stroke was accompanied by a twitching of the dildo, which bobbed back and forth like a metronome keeping time for the sonata

which I was composing on her clitoris.

Not wanting a premature orgasm to spoil Amanda's plan to experience a ''four hour erection,'' each time that I saw her hips begin to flex and her

stomach contract in the way they do when orgasm is imminent, I returned my attention to the dildo, which I would maneuver so that it was delving deeper into her bowels. Indeed, by the time that a half hour had passed, the bulk of the dildo was embedded her body and only an inches or so was left protruding from the tightly stretched ring of flesh in which it was sheathed. Reaching around her hips, I palpated her lower belly.

Although I could not feel the dildo itself, I discovered that all the muscles in her lower abdomen were hard as a rock and that by pressing on them I could force the dildo to shift its position deep inside her bowels. At first my probing caused Amanda considerable distress when she felt her insides being manipulated and forced to conform to the intruder in their midst. Ignoring her protests and reminding her that I was only complying with her request that she be kept maximally filled, I continued massaging her

stomach until I sensed that she was had begun learning how to accommodate the displacement of her internal organs.

Having demonstrated the control which I sought over her body, I decided that it was time to move on. Lowering her buttock but instructing her to

maintain her fetal position, I retrieved from our box of toys a second dildo. This dildo has a design which was quite different from the one

which remained embedded in her bowels. It's length is less than eight inches, and it's shape resembles that of a human phallus: slightly curved

instead of straight and more or less uniform in its girth, which, at two inches, is somewhat unrealistically large. Under normal circumstances, Amanda has no trouble absorbing this dildo and has spent a good deal of

time with it lodged in her vagina. In fact, one of its distinctive features is a base which allows it to be used comfortably while seated, and

Amanda sat on it for long periods. However, with her bowels already filled to capacity, the circumstances were anything but normal. Thus, I had to proceed with utmost care once I had introduced its tip and began pressing it home. As I quickly realized, the dildo in her rectum was resting against the wall which separates her bowels from her vagina, thereby reducing the mobility of that otherwise elastic sheaf. For this reason, progress was slow, and so it took nearly five minutes before I was able to get its entire length inside her.

When I finished, I moved to sit next to Amanda's head, where, after solicitously wiping away the incipient tears which had appeared on the lids

of her tightly shut eyes, I inquired whether her experience was living up to expectations.

''I honestly did not believe that my nether regions could be as filled as full

as they are now. Except that it involves the other end of its alimentary canal, I imagine that this is how goose feels while it its liver is being turned into pate de foie gras. At the same time, I have to admit that I find it enormously exciting to have my sexual apparatus so full that

there is no possibility of my relieving the frustration which has been building ever since we began. Thus, in that I am having essentially the

same experience as a man does during a protracted erection over which he has no control, I suppose that I must concede that the experience I am

having is the one for which I asked and that I am, albeit ambivalently, fascinated to find out what you will do to me next.''

Encouraged by her words, I rose from the bed and, clasping her under her knees and around her shoulders, carried into the living room, where I

lowered her into the position which I described when I began this account. Once she had learned how to accommodate the dildos in this position, I

sat myself in front of her and, using her breasts as handles, made a few adjustments in her pose so that her body was displayed to its best advantage and all her weight was concentrated on the region where the dildos emerged from the orifices in which they were embedded. Satisfied with the image which I had created, I cupped the underside of her breasts and ran my thumbs back and forth across her nipples while I explained how she would spend the remainder of her ''erection.''

''For however long it takes before you achieve orgasm, I insist you to remain as you are now. During that time you may move a little but are to

do nothing which might distract you from the frustration which the dildos are causing you. In fact, I will occasionally exasperate that frustration when I sense that your mind has drifted and that you are paying inadequate

attention. However, nothing I do will, by itself, be sufficient to bring you relief. In other words, you yourself, without my aid, will be the one who rescues you from your predicament.''

The origin of the scene with which this story began has now been explained. Amanda required more than an hour to achieve her goal. During that time, I intervened twice, once to slap her taught belly as punishment for slumping

forward and a second time to stoke the fire burning inside her by teasing her nipples with a stiff duster. When her climax finally arrived, it did so with unprecedented intensity, causing her entire body to spasm repeatedly as she released the pent-up tension which she had been enduring ever since we began. For my own part, I not only enjoyed the spectacle which she presented but, after her crisis had passed, was grateful to have my own protracted erection subside.