belinda

BELINDA BRITTLEBOTTOM

A Fictional Case History

Of Successful Resolutions

By Age 55 And Retirement

By Izzy Ess Of Cleanliness

Belinda Brittlebottom was essentially afraid her butt would split if she allowed a man to enter her from behind.  At 39, she had steadfastly shunned a man who wanted to have intercourse by her back door.  When she was drunk, four years ago, she allowed some backdoor intercourse and laughed as she did show her butt to her then sex partner and proclaimed that he had split her butt.  She never did it once again because she rarely did get drunk.  It’s not that our Belinda shunned men or was frigid.  In fact, she liked the sex act just so long as her sex partner entered her front door and not her back one.  Sometimes, she entertained two men at once but her idea always was to take one penis in her honeypot and take the other in her mouth.  Ironically, some men would know about her back door shunning and they would tease her by rubbing her anus teasingly.  Belinda was always surprised that this gentle rubbing of her anus, even with some finger poking gently in her anus, turned her on.  However, apparently, the thought of taking an erection up the ass was distasteful for her and she did not allow it.

Ms. Belinda Brittlebottom was a clean freak.  She did realize that she thought the anal penetration is unclean, naturally.  She knew at some level that this was a rationalization, inasmuch as homosexual men and many women did enjoy, so they said.  The AIDS epidemic added to her fears of anal penetration.  She’d also had some flashbacks and some nightmares about anal stuff and these would frighten her.  The friends that she had discussed this with thought that maybe she had been abused and raped anally, but she had no distinct recollection.  The memories of her childhood were not clear.  Her folks were always sensitive to her obsessive cleanliness and she harboured no mysterious anger toward them.

Some men would deftly hold her buttocks tight when they were pumping her well-lubricated honeypot.  Sometimes their fingers entered her tight anus anus; she felt some pleasure from it.  She could feel that it enhanced her feelings during her rare orgasm.  She read about some anal-oral problems in some women who would have exciting moments when a man did enter their back door with love and tenderness or even forcefulness.  However, she was resolute about it all.  There was to be no penis in her back door, anytime!  Fingers seemed to be OK but she never mentioned it to any of her myriad of sex partners.

Belinda mentioned it quite tentatively to her shrink who was treating her for panic episodes with an effective drug that did relax her.  Still, despite the re-assurance by her shrink that it was normal in some women to enjoy some anal intercourse, she didn’t do it.  The psychiatrist suggested some hypnosis or a referral to a psychoanalyst and she considered this, but did not take the suggested referral ‘til she was fifty and was then having episodes of moderate to severe depression and some more frequent panic attacks despite the tranquilizing antiepileptic pills she took.

In an initial interview, Dr. Freda Hoffmann listened carefully to what Belinda said and suggested formal psychoanalysis.  Her schedule did allow her to attend the analytic sessions four times a week and she began.  Initially, she just kept the patter light, talking mainly about her cleanliness and difficulty sticking to just one man.  She could not estimate just how many men she’d had, but just a rough calculation put the number well over 1500.  She commented on the dangers of multiple partners but she had always known she wanted many men as an adventure, so-to-speak, and an underlying feeling of uncertainty that she wasn’t doing anything “quite perfectly.”  She did admit that she had always had some difficulty with achieving orgasms and she did have a feeling that if she had many partners that someday everything would click and she would be as sexy as everyone that sometimes boasted that they had no troubles with their climaxes, ever!  Her precautions regarding AIDS and all STDs were always carefully worked out with every partner.  She purchased condoms, in every size and shape and bold idea, by the gross and always had a huge supply in her bathroom or her humungous cute designer purse.

Belinda was a pretty woman who rarely had a problem inducing men to come home with her.  There were several singles’ bars she frequented.  Her routine was to order a non-alcoholic beverage like a Shirley Temple or a Virgin Mary and to act a little tipsy.  There were always supermarkets where one met some single or married men who became quite friendly and then there was her church, the Anglican Westminster Church, where she was well known to the congregation and her kith and kin that gathered there on Sundays or on special occasions, like Christmas and Easter, bake sales and silent auctions and weddings and confirmations.

Funerals were something special for Belinda.  It was during one such funeral that she succeeded picking up two men at once, both married.  Christmas and New Years were also good for our Belinda when men were in a festive, feisty mood.  Maybe once a year, our nymphet brought home a woman in the Easter celebrations concerning eggs and rabbits.  She didn’t mind the female touch but much preferred the men with their different keys that fit into her one lubricated lock.

Recently with her depressions and her episodes of anxiety, Belinda’s mixing and matching would slow down to a halt for days or weeks at a time.  Her work was suffering.  Luckily, she had an understanding female boss who encouraged her to take the time to get some help.  Belinda had been employed by a large insurance company, checking the accuracy of the accounts and often finding many errors that resulted in the Zurich Insurance Company being able to collect more money in premiums lost or miscalculated.  Only rarely did she find the errors that worked against the coffers of the company.  She had taken bookkeeping in high school and had scored high marks.  Belinda went on to College and the University to achieve an MBA and excellent statistical preparation for her to be hired at an excellent salary level and to receive all benefits and raises over the years.  Belinda was smart with money and had stashed away a million dollars for her planned early retirement at 55.  Her favourite investments were the options and preferred stocks of Zurich which she knew so well and was confident in the continued success of her company.  There was even some mention of her being appointed to the board on her retirement based solidly on her stock holdings in Zurich and the projected voting power of her holdings by the time she reached 55.

In Toronto, the main headquarters of the Canadian Branch of Zurich Insurance Company, of Switzerland, was on Avenue Road, just down the street from the parliament buildings for Ontario and the University of Toronto where she had earned her MBA.  Her school and then her work environment were quite conducive to her meeting many men, just everyday.  She selected singles hangouts in this area and thus was consistently successful in tempting many men to take her home to bed for her myriad of one-night-stands.  She remained fit and quite attractive all the time.  She had gained a little weight so gradually since her teens.  The weight was well distributed and quite attractive for most men.  She had a rather nice pair of large breasts and a smallish waist which made her butt the subject of many men who flirted with her over the years.  Her legs were shapely and quite strong and stood her in good stead for any sexual gymnastics that were required.  She kept close tabs on her physical health and the health of her sexual organs with more than regular visits to her gynecologist and family doctor.  She insisted on more than the usual pap smears and tests for AIDS and other STDs, like syphilis and gonorrhea.  In addition, because there was a strong family history of breast and ovarian cancer, she kept close tabs on her breasts with self-examination and the examinations by her male sex partners who were only glad to check her breasts, nipples and her lymph nodes.  Some of her partners were physicians and they mockingly did two-finger pelvic exams during foreplay.  Some even had their forceps at the ready in their briefcases for a bit of foreplay that Belinda really enjoyed.  Her breasts were fibrotic and quite solid and uplifted, even without underwear, even at age fifty.  She had never been pregnant.

During her first year of Freudian Psychoanalysis under Dr. Freda Hoffman, she went over the above details many times.  Dr. Hoffman waited patiently.  Near the end of the second year of lying on the couch and telling Freda what she thought her difficulties were, there was a breakthrough.  Depression and anxiety were somewhat better off all medications, and Belinda started having flashbacks and nightmares of being forced to have anal intercourse when she was young.  Freda had already established that there were solid blocks in Belinda’s recollections of her early childhood.

Belinda Brittlebottom finally remembered.  When she was three and four years old, a baby-sitting first cousin, Jonathan, had fondled her and started using candles to penetrate her rectum.  Some were small but some where very large and caused her pain and forceful bowel movements, which Jonathan made her eat.  He smeared her body with her poop and didn’t clean her up until her parents were scheduled to come home.  He never broke her hymen and always penetrated her anus, never her vagina.  She screamed but Jonathan would laugh at her and only be encouraged to use some bigger candles to induce more pain and screaming and the poop.  The last time that it happened Belindas parents came home early and Jonathan just said she had some diarrhea because she ate too much candy and he was trying to clean her up.  The parents screamed at her and Jonathan for making such a mess and never learned the truth about the candles and the anal penetrations.  The parents did however notice that their normal effusive and happy child had become very shy and not as entertaining as she used to be when she was three.  Apparently, they thought it best that there would be no baby-sitters, any more.  They did notice that she was fastidious about her personal hygiene and in a mood for trying to help, encouraged Belinda to continue with her obsessive cleanliness and applauded her efforts in every regard to bathing, cleaning and doing laundry.

Belinda started kindergarten soon after and excelled in personal hygiene and general attention to the details involving cleanliness.  Initially uneasy with the boys in her own classes, she gradually shifted to an attitude of just pleasing boys and playing with their genitals at every opportunity.  This was done quite surreptitiously and never caught the full attention of either parents or teachers.  By the time she was ten, she had become the most popular girl in all her classes.

Kissing and hugging boys became her main ambition with regard to socializing.  Belinda seemed always to be popular with boys, engendering jealousy amongst the girls.  She didn’t hold it over them, deliberately, while she was obviously the first in line for any new and handsome boy in all her classes.  She found so many ways to please the boys.  Belinda started having intercourse when she was twelve.  She never stuck with any one boy but advertised that she was willing to have a go at any boy that wanted action.  Her pattern of regular vaginal intercourse was established as was her tremendous resistance to anything having to do with anal penetration.

Her parents and her teachers kept her well informed on contraception and protection from all STDs.  She was fastidious about using condoms and about a thorough douching after sex.  Her parents installed a European-style bidet for her.  They were generally very pleased about her promiscuity and her taking of precautions.  The school staff, including the social councillors and the teachers who taught Health, were also very pleased with her maturity.  They felt her social future would be bright.

Belinda Brittlebottom changed her name to Belinda Bella Rousse.  She no longer felt the Brittlebottom was appropriate because in her fourth year of psychoanalysis under Freda Hoffman, she began to father anal intercourse all over her erstwhile favourites, her vaginal intercourses. She noticed she was less fastidious bout her cleanliness.  She did not become a slob by any means but the pressure to get everything perfect and squeaky clean was virtually gone.  Her depressions, hypervigilence, flashbacks and anxiety was also greatly improved without the need for medications.  And, she actually spent a week with several men before dumping them.  She was drawn to Doctor Jonathan McGill who trained in British Columbia and was now a professor of Gynecology at the Toronto General Hospital and a part of the Faculty of Medicine.  He was involved with patient care, teaching and administration but was most passionate about research into normal and abnormal sexual behaviour, ala Masters and Johnson.  The team of McGill and Bella Rousse was obviously a good one with a very bright future as they tried out all sorts of sexual behaviours for their own amusement and for clinical research.  McGill’s wife had abandoned him and left him with the care and feeding of two strapping teenagers who were the handsomest two teenage boys that Belinda’d ever seen.

Belinda gave up her job with Zurich, retiring as planned at 55 with at least a couple million Canadian dollars for a nest egg.  She gave up her lakeside condo and moved in with Jonathan and helped him teach his boys, with demonstrations, just how to have some fun with sex and how to be ecstatic.  Linda serviced all three McGill males, back door, front door and in every orifice.  She enjoyed her large firm breasts and liked to get one penis in between them while the other penises were gainfully employed elsewhere, of course.  She was indeed a super sexual athletic person and would laugh and giggle all the while until they all would squeal with ecstasy.  Her greatest climaxes were when at least one of the guys had his penis firmly in her rectum, pumping hard and gasping deliriously.  The McGill teenagers were very popular with the University co-eds.  They were both medical students.

Belinda surprised herself when she proposed a fidel marriage, her and all the handsome McGills.  She felt no need for any other men or women.  Her boss at Zurich was her mock Matron of Honour at a mock marriage ceremony inside their control.  Her parents were ecstatic and her psychoanalyst, Dr. Freda Hoffman declared the end of Belinda’s highly successful therapy.  Belinda’s parents and Freda were all mocking her at her mocking marriage ceremony.  The parents welcomed their new mock grandchildren into the Brittlebottom family.  They liked the choice of their own daughter to change her name to Bella Rousse.

I think this is a good place to end the story of Belinda Bella Rousse, except to say a mundane, “… and they lived happily ever after!”  Jonathan and Belinda passed up the opportunities to adopt more children in favour of several cats and dogs, hamsters and reptiles and a sunroom full of trees, bushes, flowers and very expensive Tiffany, grow-lite lamps.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Oktoberfest, 2013