CONSUMER ALERT: (No more cheap shots at Matthew) The following story features dominance, bondage, breast torture, and het anal sex. In fact, it dwells obsessively on anal sex. In fact, this story could be used as a summary or marketing aid for anal sex. Readers will notice apparent inconsistencies in safe-sex procedures used in this episode. These stories are not meant to educate by example; however, use of gloves and condoms at times is meant to preclude spread of bacteria from the lady's own back to front, rather than to protect one partner from the other. ***The Taming of Eloise (Sort Of) *** When she's not bouncing off the walls in an erotic frenzy, Eloise comes across as the shyest adult I know. She hides behind almost anything, can blend right into a grey brick wall. This is part of what makes her such an effective video cameraperson; she can get right up under somebody'ss nose and it's still like there was nobody there. These same qualities make Eloise a natural Watcher. She hovers near a person or persons having sex, peeking and staring and stroking away in her own little dimension. It's like there's a benevolent ghost in the room. You can't see it if you try to look directly at it. Out of the corner of the eye, perhaps. Once in a while, Eloise is not a passive participant, but the star of the show. She has a MS. Hyde side that comes out at night. Some nights, Eloise blossoms into a brat, then evolves into a fiend, then escalates into a maniac. This was one of those nights. Eloise called me and asked me to meet her at Toby's place. I knew Toby was out of town visiting her family, so I wondered why anything would be going on. ``There's nothing special going on'' Eloise said, in her wispy little voice. ``I just thought you might like to spend some time together, just the two of us.'' I ran this through my translator and came up with, Eloise wants me to top her, and she waited until it could be just the two of us. All right. *** ``Okay. First of all, your safeword. Whisper it in my ear.'' She did. Funny word, nothing like what I would have imagined. ``Good. Now, limits. Anything over and above our defaults--no cutting, no burning, no drawing blood, and so on?'' Eloise looked at the floor. ``No. I trust you. Just--make sure to pay attention to my--you know...'' Well, I did know. Needed to hear her say it, though. ``Your what?'' ``M-my ass. My asshole.'' Well, of course. She wasn't know as Anal Eloise for nothing. ``Just, you know, do things to me. Not anything too _big_, please. And hurt me a little, but not too much.'' I smiled. ``a little, but not too much... All right, are we playing?'' ``Yes. We're now playing.'' ``Good. Take off everything except your socks and shoes.'' With typical disinterest in her appearance, Eloise was wearing sweats and sport shoes. She peeled out of the sweats and the cotton panties underneath. She stood there in the spotlight, naked except for the silly looking cotton socks and sneakers. ``Um, Sir, why the socks and shoes?'' ``Because that way you look undignified'' I replied. ``And to see if you would be silly enough to question my instructions.'' She gulped and said nothing. She looked vulnerable and lovely, with her slender frame and smooth, slightly olive skin. Her delicate, pearshaped breasts and long dark nipples caused a subtle movement in the base of my crotch. Eloise's smooth, soft belly and fan of dark brown pubic hair led my eyes to the junction of trim thighs. In her daytime role in the business world, Eloise was a to-the-knee leg shaver, but this left a delightful dusting of golden-brown down on the fronts of her thighs that never failed to thrill me. A dislike of body hair on women has never been one of my hangups. If all of us are beautiful at one special time or another, then surely we're just as beautiful as is. Eloise's slightly furry thighs reminded me of how close human nature is to animal nature, and getting closer to animal nature was prominent on the evening's agenda. *** We did a few things, and then a few more things. I wasn't really really topping yet, even though Eloise was enthusiastically bottoming, according to her definitions. Not one wisecrack, whine, non-sequiter, or verbal manipulation had escaped her little rosebud lips in the past ten minutes. A non-kvetching Eloise being such a rarity, I checked every once in a while to see if she was actually conscious. Finally, as I sat comfortably astern of Eloise, her stern up in the air and her face in the industrial carpet, I wondered what was next. I had tickled her asshole; fingered it; rubbed it, stroked it, poked it, and, as Eloise and I are part of a very small completely `safe' circle of sexual associates, licked it and sucked it. Eloise's anus, aside from being one of the prettiest of an often indifferent-looking tribe, always tasted wonderful. Some mention has been made of peppermint suppositories, but I would think that would sting. You would think that a woman whose bung tasted like candy, and who could have a man stick his tongue into it virtually for the asking, would know enough to stay shut up when said man was doing so well. But no. ``Mmmmm....Starr, you ever fist anybody?'' ``What if I have?'' She rolled her head to the side and one bright little eye peeked through a curtain of straight brown hair. ``Would you do it to me?'' I looked at her with amusement. ``Eloise, your damn pussy is the size of a Peacoat buttonhole. I've seen you strain til your eyes bulge out just to get a standard size dildo in there.'' ``No. I want you to try.'' ``Look, darlin', you don't want me for this. You want Joker. Her hands are much more the right size, although those busted knuckles might add a certain something. And she's been fisting women since the day after it was discovered.'' She sighed at my stupidity. ``Not in my cunt, dopey. You know.'' ``What?!'' ``In my ass.'' Oy. I haven't even done that to a man. Much as I tend to believe that in the sacred name of sex, almost anything can be done to almost anything else, I was not going to try to stick my big square fist into this tiny, obsessed woman! I shook my head. ``No. I'm not going to do it, Eloise. My fist is practically as big as your goddamn head! '' I reached for a pair of surgical gloves, because I knew I was going to have to do something pretty quickly, if not the unnerving deed she requested. She writhed against me, looking over her shoulder, tears in her eyes. ``Please, please, please'' she urged.``It's safe, I know I can take it. I'll do anything you want! You can hang me, you can pierce me, you can brand my tits, you can tie my pussy lips in a knot!'' I finished pulling on the plastic gloves and scooped up a big glob of lube on two fingers of my right hand. ``First, it's not for you to offer me shit like that, Eloise. On the other hand, if your pussy lips CAN be tied in a knot, we ought to schedule that real soon.'' I grabbed her with my left hand and pulled her up onto my legs so that her behind was about halfway down my thighs. ``Now it's time for you to shut up and take what you're given.'' Eloise shivered. I took the first two fingers of my right hand and rubbed and spread lube all around her little anal ring and into the entrance. She wiggled like a fish. I stroked circles around her asshole, very slowly introducing more and more lube into the interior. There is a fun thing that I don't know the name of; it consists of fitting the thumb into the anus and the first two fingers into the vagina and then kind of agitating around. To do this right you need a small woman and a large hand. We happened to have one of the former and two of the latter. I fitted my hand into Eloise and away we went. The little woman rose straight up off the floor in a vertical axis like a Tomcat fighter, groaning and panting most melodiously. We were having fun now! While Eloise was still trying to climb to the ceiling, although her back half was crunching down on my hand, I was inspired to a small... beckoning...motion with the two pussy fingers. Eloise became the first Jewish girl to speak in perfect Southern Baptist glossolia. Eloise didn't quite come, but she thrashed around and bellowed and testified to the point where she tired out the both of us. I let her down, face down onto the carpet, and carefully removed my fingers from her various indentations. ``'S take a rest, baby'' I said, rubbing her back. I watched with amusement as a little Eloise hand on the end of a slim little Eloise arm snaked under her body and reappeared between her legs, playing little finger exercises on her pussy and asshole. Give you the general idea of my well-known unprofessional level of topness; I've seen `real' tops nearly destroy a bottom for having the temerity to so much as touch any of the nasty bits. Well, that's not my style. Among other things, when I see a woman begin a little interval of frobbage, I stop whatever I'm doing and act like a birdwatcher who has just seen a rare species. I don't go so far as to take notes, but I have been known to forget everything else and hang there with my mouth open for as long as it goes on. If I were assigned to guard the Mint, all you'd have to do is send a lady around to flip up her skirt and start rubbing her central control panel, and you could walk out with the gold a bar at a time. I let Eloise rest and maintenance-masturbate for about five minutes. Then I grabbed her, tied her up, and threw her on the railroad tracks. Well, everything but the last part. *** Now, we were ready for some serious stuff. Eloise looked just darling, tied over the low weight bench, balanced on her midsection, her legs spread widely, ankles tied to either end of the bench. Her arms were neatly but not painfully tied behind her back, and her litttle pointed breasts hung straight down toward the floor with what small weight they had. I walked around the bench and squatted down in front of Eloise's head and shoulders. ``Feel all right?'' I said casually. ``Yes Sir'' she said, in a slightly strangled voice. I lay on the floor so I could look up at her little pink face, framed in curtains of straight brown hair. I rubbed my fingers across her lips, and she sweetly licked and sucked my fingers as they passed. I reached past her face and gently took hold of her long brown nipples, one in each hand. ``Lovely little nipples, Eloise'' I murmured. ``Whatever would one do with cute little nipples like these...?'' ``Oooh, pinch them! Pull on them!'' In a classical sense, Eloise made a lousy bottom, but she sure brought a good deal of basic enthusiasm into the situation. I squeezed a little harder and pulled down just a bit. Eloise wriggled as best she could in her tied-up state. I amused myself with the soft, yet hard, buds for a moment or two. I was vamping, trying to think of a really elegant thing to do next. Then I tugged again and said ``Clips?'' `Oh GOD Yes!'' I had it now. The wind chimes. I had been wanting to try this out for some time. ``Hold what you got, Eloise, I'll be right back. We're going to make you into delicious living sculpture...'' I went to the sideboard and got out a package of high-quality Spartacus nipple clips. They were sealed in indivdual plastic packs after having been sterilized. Toby had a medical student sterilize all the toys as a matter of course, although Spartacus nipple clips are of such high quality construction I have never see them draw one spot of blood. Still, love in the '90's calls for a little safety, and it's little enough... I tucked the clips in my pocket and sauntered up into the kitchen. On a high shelf I found the things I was looking for. Some well-meaning loon had given Toby a pair of Puka shell wind chimes a couple years back. She had never hung them up--random noise is not one of the things that my T. finds pleasant. But she couldn't bring herself to throw them away. And now I was going to put them to artistic use. I wanted to tighten the clips up enough so they would take the weight of the silly shells, but not unnecessarily tight; I wanted to tease Eloise's sweet little nipples, not wreck them. ``How you doing, Sweetheart?'' ``AAAAHHH!...'' ``Good. Thanks, Honey. You make this a positive pleasure..'' I hung one of the sets of chimes from the nipple clip ring, keeping the weight in my hand, and then slowly let the shell construction down until the full weight depended from her now-stretched nipple. ``EEYOWW!'' Eloise exclaimed. She started to twitch and wriggle, then went still as she realized that every movement set the chimes to shimmying and shifting, which in turn resulted on a very complicated set of tuggings on her poor little tit-tip. ``Ah, Jesus Christ Satan H. FUCK!!'' Eloise continued. ``I can't STAND it! Oh shit, fuck me, play with my clit, fuck me in the ass do SOMETHING!!!'' I figured if she was that stoked behind one wind chime, a matched set would probably blow her right off the earth. So I wasted no time in affixing the other decoration to her remaining nipple. At that point, she couldn't remain still. She writhed in her bonds like a graduate belly dancer. I moved around behind Eloise, removed my pants and briefs, and kneeled down behind her. She was twitching and crying, and the wind chimes were making little clinking noises. Not being able to move anything else, she flexed her thighs and worked her ass and pelvic muscles. Looking at that mixer double-rotating, I decided that I was going to plunge the mighty avenging sword into Eloise's fundament after all. ``Eloise,'' I said calmly, ``I'm going to put something into you. But you are not to come.'' ``Umph, umph, EEEE!!'' Eloise said, which I took as assent and confirmation. I may not remember the proper order to get dressed in the morning, but somehow, with Eloise's pouting, slippery asshole and positively drooling pussy staring at me, I figured out how to slide a condom over my swollen cock, and then slip on fresh latex gloves. Eloise's asshole was still liberally lubed from our earlier play. I slipped the two magic fingers in and played around gently. Wow! If every anus was like Eloise's, the population would immediately level off and probably reverse. On the other hand, productivity would also drop; everybody would be home ass-fucking. Eloise, limber as a salamander, ducked her head and looked back at me through the dangling wind chimes. ``Whoa, you gonna fuck me, huh? Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME IN THE ASS!!'' ``Yes, sweetling, I am.''' Hot as I was, I was almost afraid to put it in, for fear that the first red-hot slippery slide into Eloise would have me blasting off like a missile. So I waited a few beats, passing the time by parting Eloise's pussy and teasing the front of her clit. She wailed like a banshee and the wind chimes danced. I searched and probed among the tender lips and folds until I had the elusive clitoris more than half exposed. It felt like a red hot gemstone. Hesitant to run directly on it, I instead tapped very lightly with the tip of my index finger. On the second tap, Eloise hooted like an owl and started coming. Oops! Eloise convulsed; no other word for it. She _bounced_ the whole bench up and down. The wind chimes were imitating a hurricane. I felt like I had to follow through with the clit-tapping, being a gentlemen and all, but I sure wished I had had the brains to slip my cock up Eloise's behind a little earlier. I hated to kneel there looking at all those yummy contractions and not be a part of it... *** Well, if you wanna play, you gotta be ready to improvise. It was fairly easy to change my plan because I didn't really have one. It seemed time to lose the wind chimes, so I removed them, and the nipple clips, and then decided to release Eloise altogether. I untied her from the weight bench and laid her on the floor, on her back. After her recent orgasm and other sensory input, she was as loose as a baby. Each arm and leg lolled off in a different direction. Her reddened, elongated nipples pointed to opposite corners of the ceiling. Most of her body was smeared with lube, sweat, and love juice, and her hair was plastered and stuck to her head and shoulders. She looked wonderful. I felt a big surge of affection, so I lay down beside her and began kissing and licking her face and neck. ``Grmph'' she said. ``What happened?'' ``You got me. One second I'm tapping on your clit in a gentlemanly manner, and the next minute, it was orgasm city.'' Eloise blew air through her lips and then grinned. ``We're not done, are we?'' ``'sup to you, sweetness. Lousy top that I am, after a beautiful come like that one, you get to call it.'' Eloise did something that put me completely off base, and raised the hair on the back of my neck and the instrument between my legs. She rolled herself up, knelt on the carpet face down, stuck her rump up in the air, reached back and spread the cheeks of her tiny ass, and _presented_ to me. ``Tell ya what, motherfucker, '' she said in her little-girl voice, ``how about if you put it right THERE?'' Wooo! Ever try to make sure your condom was firmly in place when your hands, your dick, the rest of your body, and much of the surrounding area are already slick as tree weasels? Of course you have. Everybody has. I felt like a 15 year old as I fumbled and bumbled, gawking all the while at the perfect, pink, gooshy target. Finally verified total safe sex mode. I moved up behind Eloise and worked the head of my cock around the general area. ``Put it in put it in put it IN!!'' she chanted. Some bottom. I complied. As soon as she had custody of the first inch or so, Eloise surged backwards and impaled herself. I narrowly escaped being bent double. I slapped one of her ass cheeks with one hand and grabbed a handful of her sweaty, messy hair with the other. ``Dammit, Eloise, work with me here'' I growled. I started fucking her at a measured pace, and she loosened up all over and began vocalizing. She was singing the assfuck grunt, which she didn't always do. It sounds more familiar coming out of a guy; I myself have had (ahem) opportunity to sing a few choruses in my day... *** In and out, in and out. I was controlling this fuck, but not by much. Eloise kept trying to pick up the pace, so that we got out of sync like two ticking clocks. I in turn cheated my way back to the pace I wanted by skipping every fourth thrust or so. The sounds she was making were getting to me as much as the sensations of sliding in and out of her tight, hot rectum. It was like listening to somebody far away singing a heartfelt chant in a familiar language. Every once in a while, a word or two of plaintext would slip through, ``...me...ass...fuck... hot...doit...'' and so on. Eloise had also managed to get her right hand back up between her legs and was doing what felt like a great variety of things to the forward parts of her sweet sexual equipage. At one point my cock distinctly felt the tips of her two fingers as she pressed them inside herself and up into the roof of her vagina! Unbelievably strange and wonderful. ``Starr!'' Eloise panted. ``Are you gonna come?'' ``Yes, baby, very soon now!'' ``Ooh, do it! Come in my ass! I want to feel it!'' ``I will! I want you to come too!'' `I will when you do!'' ``I will when YOU do!'' Fortunately, (we might otherwise still be there, like Laurel and Hardy stuck in a doorway) I felt myself beginning to commence to arrive. I slowed down slightly, Eloise speeded up slightly, and, positively drumming on her clit, began to come once more. Had I never done this before, I would have been shot out of the little woman's ass and across the room with her first contraction, it was that strong. I hung in there, riding the waves of Eloise's orgasm as my own was pretty much milked, if not yanked, out of me. Each of Eloise's spasms tried to squirt my dick out, and each of mine was accompanied by a deep thrust where I regained lost ground. Incredibly (but totally Eloise), as I was just about all come out, Eloise swiveled her head around, leered at me, tipped me a huge _wink_, and clamped down on me with what felt like everything in her pelvis, muscle, bone, nerves and all. On the backstroke from that one, I helplessly felt another heavy spurt of semen escape me into the overloaded condom. Good thing I wasn't saving that for later, I thought. It took me a good five minutes to get myself and the condom out of Eloise's service entrance. Eloise seemingly wanted to keep the condom, but I didn't think that would be neat. We lay on the floor, side by side, panting and gasping and dripping a half-dozen fluids from various places. I reached over and grabbed Eloise's hand and chewed lightly on some of her fingers. ``You know, pest, for a pest, you're a hot fuck'' I said in a friendly manner. ``Toby's going to have to have this carpet shampooed again'' she said, absently. She rolled over on her side and looked at my face. ``You sure know how to fuck a lady in the ass'' she said. ``Some do, most don't.'' ``Aw shucks, ma'am, I just slipped it in and held on for the ride.'' Eloise grinned and slipped her fingers into her sopping, dripping pussy and kind of rummaged around lightly. ``Yeah, but boy, did I come! How did it feel when I came?'' ``Like a cross between a milking machine and the hand of the Petaluma wrist-wrestling champion...is it true you can sit on a wine bottle and uncork it no-hands?'' She slapped me lightly. ``That's no way to talk about your good buddy's asshole.'' She rolled over, facing away from me, and spread her cheeks with her hands. ``Look at this thing! Is it all stretched out of shape?'' ``Hey Soos, woman, you have asked me to look at your asshole more times than all the other people I ever knew combined!...' I look at Eloise's rectum. In some ways, it was prettier than ever, reddened and definitely loosened, slathered with lube and whatnot. It was well-nigh perfect, a ring of healthy, convoluted skin and muscle, set off with a delicious surround of light, feathery dark hair. As I admired the beauty between Eloise's cheeks, some little Eloise hands crept in and began stroking, and then a little Eloise finger slid into the slippery little orifice. ``I don't suppose...?'' she said, in her little-girl voice. ``Darling, I'm only just getting my wind back, and my dick is lying there limply with a smile on its face. Are you telling me, in your usual obscure way, that you're not done?'' She rolled back over toward me, and, spreading her vulva with one hand, seized her little clit alarmingly with the thumb and fingers of the other hand and kind of held it out to me. ``Well, wouldn't you like a little lick of this, anyway?'' ``Sure. Of course. Put it back closer to where it belongs; you make me nervous.'' Woman has no regard for the fragility of female sexual treasures, hers or anyone else's. Once Toby picked up this very exotic Texas albino woman named Cesura. Eloise caught one look at this woman's clitoris, which was, admittedly, quite lovely, and jumped on it like a pit bull. Man that I am, I was wincing the whole evening as Eloise acted like she was Consumer Reports doing a clit endurance test; then I noticed that the owner of the clit was responding to all this harassment with what she later admitted were the most and the hottest comes of her entire life...Go figure. Eloise rose into the air--she was always doing that, which I suppose is easy when you weigh under 100 pounds and are as strong as Wonder Woman-- and descended onto my chest. She almost fell or slid off, we were both so covered with sweat, lube, and so on. She seized my hand, shaped it the way she wanted it, and then placed two of my fingers into her pussy and my thumb in her behind. Here we go again, I thought. Eloise wriggled and kind of lowered herself onto my hand, keeping some weight on her feet and legs but mostly just sinking right on downward. She rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip, and then grinned and said, ``Everybody all comfy and cosy?'' ``No, Eloise, you're breaking my wrist, as a matter of fact.'' ``Tough.'' She wriggled around on my hand, and , with her open, wet pussy six inches from my face, frobbed herself into yet another orgasm. It was so fascinating, I forget the potential loss of the use of my hand. Her damn pussy snapped like a trap at my fingers, and her little asshole once again tried successively to suck my thumb in and spit it out. The very best moment was when she was just about to come, just keeping herself teetering on the very edge, and we locked eyes. I mouthed ``I love you Eloise...'', and her center twitched, and her deep eyes bored into mine, as she returned my profession of love with her eyes and mouth and heart and soul and pussy and clit and asshole... **** I had just enough stuff left to take a shower and straggle back into the playroom, but nothing like what it would take to get in my car and drive home. I collapsed on the heavily padded futon and slumbered the rest of the night away. The next morning, I awoke to a steaming cup of dark French roast coffee and a trimly suited Eloise. She kissed the tip of my nose and said ``I've gotta go. Shooting a commercial at ten. Love you, Starr.'' I grinned. ``How's your ass this morning, Eloise?'' Eloise grinned twice as wide as I had (uh oh), turned, and flipped up the back of the skirt to her conservative business suit. No panties! She squatted slightly and spread her nether cheeks. ``You tell ME how's my ass, smart guy.'' I looked. Pretty, pink and brown, neat and muscular as ever. Freshly bathed and with a light dusting of powder among the silky surrounding hairs. I did the only thing appropriate. I raised myself up from the futon, grabbed an asscheek in each hand, planted a big wet kiss on Eloise's delicious anal ring, and then stuck the end of my tongue as far in as it would go. Eloise missed her shoot. I missed whatever the hell I was supposed to do that day. I wore my entire body down to a limp, abraded stub. However, if anyone ever steals Eloise's asshole, I will be able to provide the authorities with a detailed, eloquent verbal description or a full- color impressionist oil painting, whichever would be required.