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Jerry struggled against the restraints even though he new it was pointless. But, he had to do something. The incessant vibrating from the thick plug inserted deep into his rectum was driving him to distraction. He couldn’t even expel it. It was firmly held in place. The tight black latex pants assured that. Not only was he bound and filled, he needed release in the worst way. His penis, sheathed in tight black rubber was fully erect and tingling with an intensity that was almost beyond description.
His lover had left him tied this way as part of her desire to elicit his total surrender.
It had begun when she had commanded him to go into the bathroom and clean it. Not normally a request she made, this one was special. She had told him to strip naked and wear nothing but a pair of rubber gloves. She had further told him that he was to clean it well, or suffer the consequences. So, he had been busy scrubbing when she had entered.
He was just rinsing out the bathtub, kneeling as he sprayed away the last vestiges of cleanser, when she came in. He turned and smiled as he began to arise.
“Stay right where you are, until I’m done inspecting.” She had instructed.
He knelt there as she looked things over.
“This is not done properly. Look at this!” She admonished, as she showed him some stray hair that he had not noticed in one of the corners.
“You are going to have to be punished for sloppy work. Stay right there and don’t move until I return.” (more…)
She stood before him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back, naked except for the black leather collar around her neck, listening intently to his cool, firm voice as he chastised her for her disobedience. She was a girl again, and this feeling of butterflies in her tummy had not changed one bit despite the decades which had passed since she was last truly disciplined.
Was it that no one had cared about her… or just that they had not cared enough? She had that scary-delicious feeling in the pit of her stomach…she had allowed all that naughtiness to spread through her…goading her to defy the one real authority in her life. There was guilt, surely, and fear of reprisal… for although she knew that she would pay dearly for her sins – she did not know which punishments would be administered. But along with these feelings of remorse was one of smirking self-satisfaction, that she had succeeded in being so naughty, and it was this childish gloating that would cause her to experience the worst discipline she had yet received by the hand of her Master.
He smiled inwardly at the pretty picture she made, even as his voice took on a harsher edge. He was angry, for he had not expected her to take this rebellion quite so far. In a way, he was glad that she had finally stepped so far over the boundary, for he recognized the craving which was so strong within her… one that she herself had yet to fathom. This womanchild desperately needed his commanding force in her life – to be cared for … controlled totally…and to be thoroughly punished…taken in mind and body to the special realm that a Master carves for his submissive which binds her to him. (more…)
Karen felt very nervous as she unfastened the clasp of her brassiere. Releasing her breasts, she noticed that her nipples swelled immediately upon contact with the cool air of the examining room. She picked up the crisp white gown and slipped her arms into it before fastening it at the neck. Finally, she slipped of her panties. The cloth was slightly damp where it has been in contact with her vaginal lips.
She was about to embark on a trip to fantasy land.
As she clambered onto the exam table and laid back, she thought briefly of how it had come to past. Only two weeks before, had she been at a weekend party. Her friends had introduced her to Craig. She had certainly liked his above average looks, but it was when she discovered that he was an intern, that she got really interested. It wasn’t the promise of money, she had more than enough of that. It was the potential allure of romancing a doctor and of possibly living out a long held notion of turning a physical examination into something far more racy. (more…)
The visit to the chiropractor’s office had been made necessary when a nerve pinch in the lower back started to make it feel as if the whole leg were on fire. At first it was merely a nuisance, then as the day wore on it became more clear that some sort of adjustment had to be made. The cool air reminded him that his clothing had been exchanged for a pair of loose fitting trunks to facilitate access to the lower back region. A young woman re-entered the room and asked a few basic questions as she led him so that he would be face first to the table that was elevated in front of him.
“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your level of pain today ?” she asked while reviewing his folder.
“A three, I suppose.” Anything higher than a five, in his opinion, would mean that he couldn’t move enough to work or drive. He had experienced seven or so only a few times in his life. No, this was only a mild irritation by comparison. “Yea, about a three.”
He stood on the foot board of the table while in its upright position, grabbing the two hand pads, becoming one with the device as his chest pressed itself onto the adjustable surfaces of the table. The whole thing lowered itself horizontally so that he now lay face down. The young woman pulled the elastic band of his shorts down so that she could place the electrode patches strategically. He was glad that his face was buried so that she could not see it as flashes of his childhood rushed through his mind, thoughts of being exposed and helpless. He lay on the leather table while the familiar buzz from the electrodes rippled and jolted the muscles along his back. It often felt as if his body were rocking back and forth; all the while knowing that it was some kind of mind trick that his inner ear played on him while his eyes were closed and his face rested firmly in the folds of the table. He tried to think of something pleasant, forgetting about the electrically imposed stimulation. (more…)
This is one of my recent sessions with a lady in a motel room. The story is true, names have been omitted to protect the horny. Some of the tone, like not using dialogue, is because she wants to be anonymous, and I didn’t want her personality showing through. Herewith, the tale:
She was feeling a bit nervous and shy, so I asked if she’d like to role-play the first part. She said yes, so I pretended to be a doctor making a house-call. I asked if she had a tummy ache, and she said yes. Felt her forehead, and said I should get a temperature as well. As I helped her get undressed from the waist down (she was shy about taking her top off), the nervousness started to go away. I had her lie on her tummy and inserted the thermometer gently into her bottom. This felt nice to her, and I asked if she’d like to liven things up a bit. She said sure, so I inserted a couple of glycerin suppositories. That kept her amused while I filled the rectal squeeze bulb with mineral oil. (more…)
Angela and I had dated for three years. I was eighteen, she was a year younger. We had been intimate for the last two years and she had made no secret of it. Her mother and sisters both knew of it. Once we became engaged they both seemed to accept things, and me, as they were.
It was a rainy and chilly November Saturday night that Angela and I had a date to go to a country music concert that she had been looking forward to for weeks. I arrived early at her house for supper and then we were to leave at seven to make the eight o’clock concert. Angela’s mom had prepared burgers with mushrooms and onions – one of my favorites. Somehow, however, I didn’t have an appetite. I hadn’t felt real good all day. Her mom noticed.
“Something wrong with my cooking, Roger?” she asked. “No, ma’am. I just don’t have an appetite tonight. Been feeling a bit queezy all day.” I answered.
“Hmm, when did you have your last bowel movement?” she asked. I told her that I hadn’t had one in a couple of days. “Well then, you’re constipated – that’s the problem.” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Do we have any laxative, mom?” Angela asked. (more…)
By this point nearly everyone has taken the time to read my wife, Amber’s lifetime of stories of enjoying enemas. Admittedly, I never received them as a child and, as difficult as it is to believe, was in my early forties before being introduced them. But the reader must appreciate that there are two sides to every story. This is my version of the occasion when I lost my enema virginity.
A Man’s Problem
It is true that just before my forty-second birthday I encountered a problem, namely that I was passing some blood whenever I had a BM. For a male who doesn’t like to go to doctors, this was a traumatic experience because I realized that I 1) had to do something about it, 2) in the process I’d have to explain the circumstances to others, and 3) there without a doubt would be a rectal exam where the likes of all sorts of instruments would be introduced into my anal opening. (more…)