WaterWay Prologue: I am WaterLuv, erotic author, WWW Site Manager, the Master in this wet saga, WaterWay. What you will read here is kinky erotica. Now, erotica is generally fiction, although it may masquerade as reality. WaterWay, on the other hand, is a fantasy constructed with the deliberate intention of becoming reality, with certain sections being enacted by at least one reader. As you read it, this has already transpired. So, while the outer structure of the story is fiction, the important action is as real as reality gets. What you read here is part of an emerging genre of erotica called cybersex. Here's how it came about. A woman, we'll call her Mary, signed onto my WWW pages and discovered a disturbing set of stories about the use of enemas in Dominance/submission training. Mary was a lifelong fan of erotic enemas. When she was a little girl, her mom had given them to her for every ailment under the sun. At first she hated these treatments. But, over time she came to see them as a sign of her mom's love. She relished the attention, if not the bloating feeling. Then, as her budding sexuality emerged in puberty, she felt a new and wonderful stirring in her sex one day while being enemaed over her mom's knee. From that day forward, she was hooked. Having her soft rear exposed, lubed and invaded became a wondrous source of release for her. Mary's problem was this. She wanted to do some of the thrilling, at-the-edge stuff she read about in my D/s enema stories. But she found herself unable to get even a single two-quart enema into her small frame without exploding in involuntary orgasm. No touching, no vibrators. Just the pressure and surging feeling of the hot water entering her and off she went. Mary e-mailed me asking for help. She wanted me to teach her to hang on, to take the big, four-quart enemas described in the D/s enema section of my Web Site. I took on this delightful task, and composed this story as the tool to accomplish it. In the story, there are three main characters. Mary, Jazmand and me. Part of the story is just background, intended to fan the fires of Mary's desire and prepare her to stretch her limits. But, throughout the tale, from chapter 3 forward, there are specific instructions for Mary to act out. Her Master's orders are always [enclosed in brackets] as shown here. Wherever bracketed text occurs, Mary, my on-line enema subbie, has already acted out the story and e-mailed me a dripping wet, sexy description of how it made her feel. Perhaps some of you would like to follow in her steps. Others may just wish to read, content in the knowledge that what you are reading is not mere fantasy, but a real scene, enacted in many hot variations, by adventurous people around you. _______________________________________________________________ Foreword to Mary (And to any readers who act this out): On behalf of you, I did this. Honest to a fault, I have to preface this with a frank admission. I'm a very visual person. Very sense oriented would be even a better description. Sight, touch, sound, smell, all of them powerfully affect me. I had no image of you, no hint of your moans as you reach your release, no scent of sexual passion left by you, so I concocted a fantasy that would fill in for these elements being missing. I stopped by the magazine rack and picked up the June '96 issue of a new-to-me magazine called Black Tail. I imagined that I would, as part of your training, do a private show for you with one of these women. She would help me by taking a massive enema, showing you the heights of ecstasy attainable with a huge onslaught of water and enough dripping sex to keep the recipient driving for more. Needless to say, Black Tail was full of hot, cum coaxing cuties, but there was a faux innocence about Jazmand that made her the clear choice. Jazmand would perform with me. You may notice that, as the mood seems to dictate, I meander from present to past tense, back to present and even past perfect tenses. This is not due to any lack of knowledge about the terrible sin involved in doing such, but simply indicates a casual disregard for conventions when they stand in the way of telling my story. I hope you can look past this indiscretion to enjoy the far more serious indecorous action the tale expounds. When you come to items in brackets [like this] you are to do just what the bracketed instructions say, and e-mail me ASAP afterwards telling about the experience, the feelings it coaxed from your core, etc. etc. The more detail you can offer about your experience, the more I can hone this to your needs. Enjoy, and learn. WaterLuv =======================================================