'Now lick me,' she said. 'Lick my thighs - right to the top.'

I started to do so with alacrity, enjoying the proximity of her most intimate parts and catching the odour of her sweat as well as her sex.

She had splendid thighs and of course I was forced to hold her flesh as I bent over to lick her. I loved their warmth and buoyancy and felt a mounting excitement as my tongue worked its way up the insides of her thighs.

'Higher,' she urged me.

My tongue was within an inch of her cunt and I found the temptation to lick her there growing stronger with each second. In the end, pushing her legs as wide as possible with my hands I thrust my head between.

She slapped my head and closed her legs, kicking me backwards. As she did so she could see that I was hard in my trousers.

'There, you see,' 'You just can't control your beastliness. Now you really must have the water treatment. But this time I'm going to see that you really give up any ideas of sex.'

I thought she was going to bring in the pail filled with water again, but instead she told me to go to the bathroom.

'You'd better undress,' she said, as she hooked a can with a long piece of tubing onto the wall.

'What's that?' I asked in amazement.

'If you must know it's an enema can and I'm going to give you an enema. It's the best treatment for men who can't control themselves. I've been waiting to administer one to you for a week or two now. When Janice told me that she'd subdued her husband with a series of enemas I went and bought the necessary apparatus. Now I haven't any doubt that I'll be able to control your disgusting urges.'

I was utterly astonished. Enemas? I'd never heard of them being used for anything except cleansing the colon. Isuddenly felt like a little boy in hospital. I remembered that I had been given an enema when I was about eleven by a nurse who represented for me the voice of authority. Now Gloria, who had even gone so far as to buy the enema apparatus in advance and without telling me anything about it, took her place. I was suddenly again a victim of her whims and desires,unable to resist her.

In the next few minutes I behaved as if in a daze, doing precisely what she told me without demur or protest.

One side of the bathroom had a small couch against the wall and as soon as I was naked Gloria told me as if I were a child that I had to lie the other way.

'Surely you know that when you have an enema you have to lie on your left side.' I did as I was told and then she pushed my right leg forward, bending it, so that my anus was exposed.

I heard her run water into the can, replace it on the hook and then I felt the sudden thrust of something in my anus.

'I'm going to run the water into you now. Not some trifling among like a pint or two, but three or four quarts. That's what really anchors a man and teaches him a thing or two', she laughed.

It had all come about so rapidly that from being in the lounge licking her thighs I had come to be lying with an enema tube in my anus, all in five minutes.

I can't really say why I had submitted so readily to her will. I had been trying to prove that I could resist temptation but when I had failed I felt that she had some sort of justification for teaching me a lesson. Almost without realizing it I had acquiesced and even when she had told me that she was going to give me an enema I had felt unable to put up any resistance.

Gloria was still preparing the enema, but she was soon ready and she told me that she hoped that what she was doing would put an end to my 'sex mania.'

The water - and it was colder than it should have been she was to tell me later - began to flow into my colon and I lay still, wondering what the effects would be. At first I was hardly aware of anything but slowly, as she ran more and more of the water into me, I began to feel as if a large cold weight had been placed inside me.

'Two pints,' she announced, 'but I'm going to give you more than that.'

The water was still running into me and I quickly felt a pain developing in my side. It was not a sharp unpleasant pain but a dull, heavy one. And it's intensity increased as the flow of water continued until finally I almost had the feeling that I was going to burst.

Gloria didn't stop the flow until she had run three quarts into me, which was almost twice as much given for a normal cleansing enema.

The dull pain forced me to keep still but I think it was the psychological sense of being 'anchored' as Gloria had put it that affected me more than the pain. I was aware that I was submitting to my wife's whim or idiosyncrasy and that I had done so without protest. Here I was lying with three quarts of water inside me, a 'treatment' prescribed and carried out by my wife because I wanted her sexually.

It was an extraordinary situation. Three months before I would have laughed if anyone had told me that my wife would be administering enemas to me in a matter of weeks and that I would submit to them completely.

There was no doubt about my submis­sion. She had somehow manoeuvred me into acceptance and I lay there in a kind of total and abject surrender, a surrender wholly symbolised by the enema.

As time went on the surprising thing was that I began to feel a certain satisfaction at the heaviness of the pain on my left side, and I even began to enjoy it. I found that if I moved gently the pain became worse if only momentarily in response to the movement of the large amount of fluid in my colon, and I was soon rocking very gently to induce an intensification of the sensation.

'Now you can expel it,', said Gloria suddenly, after I had been lying on my side for ten or fifteen minutes, during which time the water had become even colder and began to lower my whole body tempera­ture.

I rushed to the loo and then, while my wife watched me, I bent over the seat and almost at once the water gushed from me.

It would have been an almost pleasant experience if Gloria hadn't commented sarcastically about the 'filth' inside me and the 'dirt' that I was getting out of my 'beastly system' as I expelled the enema. It seemed for a moment that the whole of my insides were falling out of me, but as I got over that rather unpleasant sensation I began to get an enormous sense of relief, almost orgasmic.

"Now,' said Gloria when I had expelled the enema, 'you will get one of those every week. They'll do you a lot of good, don't you see.'

I did not demur. There was a sense in which I wanted to have another enema, for I had got a peculiar pleasure from the posture I had been in and from the weight of the water inside me. But -there was something else. I felt that for the first time I had really surrendered myself to my wife, for I could think of nothing more symbolic of such surrender than acquiescence in letting her administer such a massive enema.

Up to that moment I had somehow accepted the things she had dictated, thinking of it all as something of a game, a game from which I knew I could withdraw just when I wanted to. But this was, I felt, no longer the case. Now I had given up my independence, surrendered myself body and soul.

But if I thought my wife had finished with me I was mistaken. She was not content to subjugate me, but she also wanted to tantalize and torture me, to provoke again my sexual desire.

She had got me to surrender abjectly but that wasn't all she wanted. Knowing my weakness for her - the persistence of my desire - she had a particularly powerful weapon in her hands, one that could be used at any time to offer me hope and then used to dash it. That, I was to discover, was her real objective, the thing that gave her ultimate satisfaction.

She didn't want the absolute destruction of my masculinity: she wanted to use it to tease, tantalize and aggravate me, to make me suffer.

The very next day, dressed in strikingly sleek black underwear and knee-length black boots she asked me to go to the bathroom.

'I think I should give you another enema,' she said. The strange thing was that I didn't protest for although I thought it was a little soon for another one, the fact that she was dressed in such a sexually attractive outfit gave me the impression that she might well reward me with some sort of intimacy if I did as she asked me.

'I am interested, for one thing, in the effects of a daily enema. I am certain that they will do you a great deal of good and that you'll benefit from them,' she added.

I undressed and she bent  over me as I lay on the couch pushing my  right leg forwardso that she could insert the tube in my anus.

She didn't bother to lubricate either my anal sphnicter or the tube in itself and when she thrust the latter into me without warning it sent a sharp pain through my body, forcing me to cry out.

But Gloria took no notice and immedi­ately started to run the liquid into me.

I felt the slow build-up of water in my intestine; at first it was pleasant enough but gradually as the quantity increased, finally exceeding three quarts, it became painful. But the pain had its pleasurable side and I almost began to enjoy it.

I think Gloria had always sensed that she would be able to dominate me and that she had suspected that I was a masochist. It's possible that she knew before I did for it was only now that I was beginning to understand myself and to discover that I had a strong masochistic streak in my psychological make-up.

I experienced an almost erotic satisfac­tion as the water moved about in me. And then Gloria bent over me and took my penis in her hand, rapidly bringing me to full erection.

'I was wondering whether you could still get roused with the enema inside you,' she said, but in fact I suspect she had known very well that I would be likely to react to her fingers. The trouble was that it was extremely painful to have an erection at the same time as retaining a three-quart enema.

Gloria was taking advantage of my ready sexual response to her by stimulating me under such conditions. Then she started to 

move my foreskin back and forth over the glans, quickly bringing me to a state where I was near to ejaculation.

It was extremely painful and I was finding it required an effort to hold the water inside me. I knew, however, that she would never forgive me if I expelled the fluid lying on the couch, nor did I wish to disgrace myself in that way. It would be almost impossible, I suspected, to retain the fluid if I climaxed, but somehow or other I had to succeed.

Gloria rubbed me energetically but she stopped suddenly when I reached the point of no return.

'That's a bit more of the "treatment", she said. 'I think it will train you to control your sexual desires better.'

It was an anti-climax for I had felt certain that she would go on until I ejaculated.

During the following weeks I was repeatedly given the 'water treatment' by my wife.

At the slightest sign of suggestion of any sexual interest in her she would first produce the pail of water and I would have to dangle my genitals in the cold water for ten or fifteen minutes. Then she would order me to what she now called the enema room - a small annex to her bedroom that she had specially fitted with stand and enema can as well as other apperatus, including the latest machine for adminis­tering colonic irrigation.

She also used a Higginson's syringe on me - a rubber tube with a bulb for squirting water into the lower colon.

The enemas I began to enjoy and even look forward to: they began to give me an extraordinary sense of dependence on my wife, sometimes a sensation bordering on the ecstatic. Imagine yourself lying there with three or even four quarts of water in your colon, inducing a dull ache in your inside and forcing you to keep still to avoid a sharp, sickening pain. Then the strange sensations of submission would be intensi­fied by running even more water into my colon until I felt I would burst. She would then fit a metal cylinder, closed at one end over my penis so that it became extremely painful if I became roused. To stimulate me erotically she would then caress my testicles, lick my crotch and sometimes insert a gloved finger into my anus. Or she would come round to the far side of the bed and push her naked genitals against my mouth, telling me to suck her.

She was not content for long, however, with simple water enemas. She began to use various substances, dissolved in the fluid, to irritate my colon or to rouse me sexually.

One afternoon, she ran in three quarts of liquid, treated with an aphrodisiac. She had already fitted the penis-shaped metal cylinder to my flaccid cock, so that when I was no longer able to repress my sexual feelings and my penis began to enlarge I was driven almost mad with unfulfilled desire, quite apart from the sensation caused by my penis swelling in the miniature tube.

I asked myself what I was doing in such a position.

No sooner had I asked myself the question than I knew the answer - I really wanted it like this. I wanted to be in Gloria's control. I wanted to accept what she said, do what she told me to do. I wanted to submit to her completely, giving up my manhood.

I began to feel proud that she took such a great deal of interest in me and that I could take whatever she gave me. Even the punishment of the massive enema and the cylinder preventing my penis from tumescing.

Then the aphrodisiac began to take effect and I wanted to make love to her: I desired her with an intensity I had never known in my life.

I struggled to my feet, defying her and rushed to the loo where I at once evacuated the enema, and drew off the cylinder. Then I rushed at her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to the bedroom. Then, as she protested and kicked, I forced her onto her back, tore off her knickers and a moment later I had penetrated her.

When it was over and I lay at her side she spoke in a low husky voice, a voice that could have suggested sexual desire equally with deep anger.

I was soon to know which it was.

'You have broken every understanding between us,' she said. 'I had come to regard you as a willing slave and I was going to give you months and months of pleasure by treating and training you the way I had shown you already. But now you have betrayed that understanding.'

She paused for a moment or two and continued:

'There are two possibilities open to you now,' she said. 'Either you submit to me completely - and you must sign a document to that effect - or you must leave me, leave this house for ever.'

I knew that I wanted her too much to leave her and that I would submit, surrender my body and soul to her, this time for ever.

'I will submit,' I said. 'I will never disobey you again or in any way fail you.'

'Do you fully understand what that will mean?' she asked.

'Yes, I am prepared for that,' I said. 'Anything that you say or demand.'

'Then we shall start at once. It will be your re-education. From now on you are my slave and I am your mistress.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'To calm you there will be a daily enema and that will be followed by colonic irrigation. Then when you are cieansed and purified you will dress as my maid and carry out the chores, personal and domestic ... 

I interrupted her.

'What about my work?'

'You will be giving that up for ever. I shall allow you just a few days to wind up your affairs, and after that there will be no turning back.'

I had to agree with her.

'Well, now we must begin. I shall put you to a smaller test now and the most severe one of your life this evening.' 'Yes, I am ready,' I said.

'Then pay mouth homage to my vagina. For tonight it will be used by someone else. You may as well get used to the idea.'

I was horrified at what she had just said but for the moment at least I would have the pleasure of doing something I had long wanted to do.

I parted her legs and began to run my tongue between her yawning labia, pushing it into her vagina each time i drew it down. Soon I could taste her.

'Now you will bath me and help me to get ready for a friend who will be coming this evening. You will meanwhile dress in the maid's outfit I have bought you.'

Then I had a black frock with a white apron over a bra and knickers. The ensemble was completed by a pair of black hold-up stockings and flat-heeled black shoes.

It was a sudden radical transformation for me but what I saw in the mirror did not displease me. Even though I was still worried about the task she said I would have to perform that evening I was at the same time eager for her visitor to arrive, confident that I could act out my role as a woman.

And so it turned out.

A large, well-preserved man of about fifty came to drinks and I served them successfully and without him realizing that I was Gloria's husband.

I had been told to come back and forth from the kitchen to serve drinks, fetch ice and so on, and this I did to Gloria's evident satisfaction.

'Now, Rose,' she said at last. 'I am going to my room with Henry, You will come up when I ring for you.'

This was the moment I had feared but I managed to control myself. I had given my word when offered the choice of staying on such terms - or losing her. I had chosen the for mer.

The next half hour or so was one of the most painful in my life for I knew that Henry was making love to my wife. My jealousy became intense but I managed to restrain the temptation to go up and burst in on them.

I waited on tenterhooks, trying to persuade myself that perhaps she was just testing me and playing a kind of joke to see what I would do.

But I really knew the truth.

The bell rang a few minutes later and I went up to Gloria's room.

The sight shook me and I almost fainted. For there on the bed lay Gloria, completely naked, with Henry standing naked at the bedside, his penis slowly growing smaller. It was apparent that they had just had intercourse.

"Please go with Henry to the bathroom and help him to bath. After that I want to demonstrate to Henry what an enema is so you had better take off your knickers and lie on the bed in the enema room. I shall be with you  in ten minutes or so.'