I would love to be picked up for the evening by my enema master…

We would go to a lovely motel with a huge four poster bed (all the better to hank the bag from).  The lighting would be soft
candle-light.

My enema master has obviously been to the room prior, since the candles are already lit when we enter the room.  I see a lovely silk robe laying across the huge bed. I am handed the robe and shown to the bathroom with instructions to strip and return to the bed.  I come out with the silk robe on and my nipples have become erect from the feel of the wonderful silk. 
  
My enema master is standing there in a black leather thong…… (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…)