Anal Naivety

Dear Reader: You being the reader have no idea if this is a true account of what happened - Or - did not happen. There are two people who know if this really happened or didn’t happen. Nevertheless, it makes for a very naughty read.

“Daddy” messaged me days after I came to Zity. Right off the bat he wasted no time getting to the point of what he wanted to “watch” me do. Knowing, Dear Reader, that you are reading this on Zity you should have a good idea of what he wanted from me. He left me his Telegram and told me to message. I wasn’t brave enough, until one day at work I was bored and thought what the hell? So, the day this story took place is not the first encounter he and I have had.

It was a Sunday, my only day off, and I had slept in. The day before that I had sent pictures to him of a hanging enema bag and the nozzle inside me. There’s a huge time difference between our time zones so I woke up to a message from him asking was I enema addicted? At this question I laughed!

I told him, no, and explained why I had done it, as up to this point he gave direction for how my ass should/would have worked out.

He tells me next time will be a whole bag of salt water…

“Okay, I will do it next time, next week or the week after.”

Then he says the words that always stops my heart, “ What about suppository?”l l

“What about it?”

“Do you ever use them alone?”

Well, that was a loaded question…for one—Daddy sent me to CVS to buy suppositories about 4 weeks prior., and I was directed to use 2 every night…as Daddy labeled the process “Potty Training”’.

Let me point out here I despise suppositories after a traumatic experience when I was 8 with a thermometer and suppository that was witnessed by multiple people to my humiliation (so traumatic)!!! So, no Sir, I don’t use them on my own!

“No, I don’t, you know I hate them,” I reminded him once again.

“Yes, you can use today, I want to watch.” My heart sinks to my toes. Oh shit, I think, I know I am cleaned out! I know I’m clean, believe me, I was!!

He gives me a choice: enema, suppository, banana, spank myself, soap in my mouth (which I secretly know has no effect on me, but he doesn’t know this HAHA). Daddy says get your hair brush, I get it. And the last 3 suppositories. I sit them on my desk, take a picture, and send it.

I beg no spanking, because if he were doing it or anyone else, then that’s lovely, but to yourself is weird (in this girl’s opinion, don’t come for me). Plus I tell him there’s someone at my house, and I can’t be loud, and there was, I did not lie!!

“Get your soap, you’re gonna chew it.”

“That’s gonna be a problem…”

“Why?”

“Remember what happened to the soap?” (Our first encounter he asked me for a thermometer or suppository which I did not have, so he had me cut soap….I had no idea this was a real thing, I’d never heard of it)

I said there’s only one piece left, and I tell him I left the soap in the bathroom, he gives me a head jester telling me go get it.

“Only a piece of it right, that’s all I have to chew, not the entire piece because it won’t fit in my mouth?” I was trying to make negotiations right off the bat. For some reason him asking me for soap still wasn’t an “oh shit” (pun can be applied) moment for me. Lesson learned, Dear Reader!!

“I think, but we gonna see.”

I run to the bathroom to get what’s left, and show him, and the remaining 3 suppositories.

….On the call

When we get on video call, his baby face is so cute, with his hair messed up, I could lick his face, it’s that sweet, though I’d never tell him that. It made me smile, his innocent face and eyes, with a razor sharp mind for always getting what he wants from me. Needless to say, he makes me extremely nervous, as most Daddy’s do. But we talk about random things, and laugh because he always says, “You talk to fast, Honey. Slow down, use simple words.” I didn’t tell him that my talking fast is my tell-tell that I am nervous. The conversation lulls, and it gets quiet. I know it’s coming, he’s gonna say those dreaded words, and I temporarily hold my breath…

In Daddy’s accented English, “Honey are you ready for first suppository?”

(No Sir, I’m not, though it’s better than alternative choices you have given me!!)

In my best whine I say, “noooo-ooo…..please. Why? Please don’t make me…why can’t we just talk, why do I always have to be tortured?”

“Yes. Honey it’s time for your suppository. Take 1, pull down your pants, and bend over your chair. Then we will talk.”

As any submissive will say the moment when you are saying to yourself ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this? Or what the literal fuck is wrong with me? Why do I give him the power over me, and why does the exchange feel so good?’ But you’ve made the free choice to give this gift and submit to this person, although your mind is screaming. On auto-pilot, with a racing mind, you obey. And at that moment you feel the tingle start in your pelvis because it’s the sweetest high you’ll ever have in your life. The vulnerability is simply intoxicating.

I pull my cream colored cardigan off, stand up, turn around, pull my black leggings down to my thighs (no panties) and get on my knees on my office chair. I have 1 suppository in my right hand, and in my right AirPod, I hear, “ good girl”.

I lean forward, laying over the back of the chair so the chair tilts back, my chin resting on the top of the back of the chair, I wait for him to say if he can he see my ass or not, but once I turn the chair a bit to th left he gives me the go ahead and I waste no time, ready to get it over and done, I stick it in, and push my finger inside past the first knuckle. I whine as it’s going up, because I hate the feeling. I HATE SUPPOSITORIES. I hate when you even barely insert them, but your sphincter muscles betray you and grab up whatever you’ve given it and there’s no going back. It’s gone. It’s a done deal.

I pulled my leggings up, grateful it was just 1, but he did say ‘first suppository’. He knew there were 3 left. I straighten my Victoria Secret blanket and sit down. Ashamed to look at my phone, because I am too ashamed to look him in the eye. Already I feel burning, I feel it inside me.

“Are you afraid of suppositories?”

“Yes…they burn, and I hate how they feel.”

“Good, because you are a very bad girl, now show me your soap.” I show him a piece of ivory soap literally the size of a man’s finger.

He tells me to put the soap in my mouth. I rub it on my tongue, roof of my mouth, cheeks, etc. I look at him and he tells me he wants to see bubbles, but he’s figuring out that soap in my mouth doesn’t affect me.

He laughs and says he will think of another punishment. (Ahhh fuck, again I am naive, I know this).

5-10 minutes pass. I’m hoping he is finished with this for today, and I am going to get away with only 1 suppository, like the first time, but no such luck….

“Honey, it’s time for another suppository.”

No point in complaining. I stand up, sigh loudly, turn around, kneel and pull my leggings down to mid thigh, lean over the back of the pair with my chin resting on the back of the top of the chair.

I wait to see if he can see my ass, he can but he tells me to pull my ass apart, and I stick in suppository number 2. I grab my leggings, but he says wait, is it inside.”

“Yes, Daddy, it’s in, I swear”

“Show me your ass, both hands. I want to see your hole”

“Okay Daddy”. I obey.

“Take 3rd suppository and put it in your ass.” Now a huge whine comes from me. I freeze, forehead on the back of the chair.

“Honey third suppository, now.”

I grab the last one in the container and slide it in right behind the second suppository. Insertion hurts this time because it doesn’t go in as easy because the second suppository has not had time to go anywhere. They have bottle-necked my ass, so to speak.

“Let me see your ass, spread with both hands.”

He tells me okay, and I pull up my leggings. Thankful that part is over (or so I thought)

“Put soap back in your mouth.”

I do and hold it.

“Now put the soap up your ass, Honey.”

“What….Wait. Nooooo. Nooooo. Noooooo. Please no…..Please.”

“Just put it in halfway, it won’t hurt.”

“Yeah right,” in full sarcasm!! “My ass already burns.” Let the begging begin, “Please, I’ll do anything, any other punishment, gladly, just no soap.”

“Put it in your ass. Now”

Shaking knees and hands I turn back around. I climb back in the chair on my knees and sit there backward in the chair debating. Thinking of the huge piece of soap going in and never coming back out. I drop my head in defeat.

I pull my leggings back down.

“Lay over the chair, take the soap and put it in halfway. Now.”

I grabbed it. I feel it in my hand, wet with saliva, and I can smell it. Ivory. Uggggh. It is the same length as a brand new freshly opened bar, but only about an inch and a half wide. It’s huge.

“There’s no way this will fit in my ass,” in my best whining voice.

He tells me just to push it. It’s halfway in. I start to squirm on the chair, asking to take it out.

“No honey, soap stays in.”

I pull my leggings up still feeling the soap hanging partially out of my body. I turn around, and I sit on my office chair very carefully, afraid it’s gonna go all the way up on its own. It burns. Which the 3 glycerine suppositories were already burning, this was so intense. I’m moving constantly afraid it’s going in. I say fuck it, lean on one ass cheek, reach back, stick my right hand down the back of my pants, in my ass, and feel if it’s all the way in. But it’s not there. It's fell out of my ass, and lying inside the back of my leggings.

He reads my face and asks, “Is it all the way in your ass?”

“No, Sir, it slid out.” I smile and drop my gaze.

“Put it in your mouth, then.”

“No! Hell no, that’s disgusting!! That’s gross!”

“Now…”

I put it in my mouth. At this point the suppositories he had me insert are doing their thing. I am squirming in my chair. My ass is on fire. And I feel stirrings deep inside me.

“Honey, put the soap back in your ass.”

Whining I beg, “No, don’t make me, please my ass is burning!!!” “Please, please, please!”

The accented voice, the look in his eyes, and his serious manner turns my submissive pussy to dripping honey.

I stand, leggings pulled down to mid thigh again, I lay over the back of the chair, chin resting on the top. Legs spread open and resting under the arms of the chair, and of course my ass in the air. I whimper knowing how bad this will be, when the melted glycerine meets the soap.

“Do it, Honey.” I put the finger size piece of soap in my hand.

“Spread your ass with your left hand.” I do so. “Good girl.”

My heart is flying, I clench in response to the next few moments. I put the soap at the opening, but Daddy gave no allowance of lubricant.

“Push it in,” he says. I can’t do it.

My ass is already burning from before.

I push it just past 1/2 way, and I whine a bit, because it’s stretching me open. I move my hand and lean all the way across the back of the chair. I can’t bring myself to push it the whole way.”

In my AirPod I hear him say, “What are you afraid of?”

“I’m afraid it goes all the way up and I can’t get it out.” I want to please my Daddy but I’m so scared I had tears in my eyes, and I asked him “What happens to it? Will it always be there?”

“No, Honey, it will melt in a few days.”

“DAYS?!!!” “So that burning will be there for days?”

“Honey, it’s almost in, just push it in.” Every time I move the soap, the intensity of the burn waxes and wanes.

“Push it in. You almost have it all the way in your ass.”

I pushed, but now it won’t go, I try to tell him this, but I know he doesn’t believe me. I thought of how hard the third suppository was to get in, but afraid to tell him.

I am laying over the back of the chair, ass facing my phone, spread open with a piece of soap sticking out of my ass.

“Don’t think, don’t use your mind, just push it, it’ll come out on its own or melt” he insists. I can’t do it. I can’t walk around for days with a finger sized piece of soap in my ass!

I cannot believe what I am about to ask him for. I can’t look at him, I put my forehead on the back of the chair and mumble, “It burns so bad, can I please do an enema, please?!!”

“You want enema?” I heard humor in his voice, I turned around to look at my phone and I saw a ‘shit eating’ grin on his face.

I pressed my lips together, and shook my head yes, with a whimper, and I can’t sit still in the chair. Hands between my knees, I say “Yes, please, it burns.”

“You may have enema, but I watch.”

“Yes, fine, I don’t care…” I would have agreed to do it on The Whitehouse lawn at this point.

“Make ready the enema and call me when you are ready.”

“Yes, I will, give me a few minutes.”

I go into the bathroom and fill a bag with lukewarm water, hang it on the shower rod, and call him, taking my shirt and then bra off at the same time, I was in a hurry. He tells me to put my phone on the outside of the shower. I sit my phone on the toilet on a towel,turn around with my back to him, shower curtain partially closed, and put the lubed nozzle inside me. When the nozzle was almost all the way inside I felt the fire again intensify and I unclench the hose and squeezed the bag a couple times, and I feel it filling me. I feel the burn a little higher, then it eases off. Finally relief from the burning sensation.

“Sorry, Daddy, but I have to brush my teeth.” I couldn’t think about where the soap had been, even if my ass was clean! I finish and put my hands on the wall of the shower, waiting to be filled. Then very quietly after about 10-12 minutes I say, “I have to go.”

“I will watch you go, move the phone so I can see.”

I reach out and grab a tshirt to put on, move the phone to the counter beside the sink, and sit down to let the water out. I sit down but can’t look at the phone, I am so beyond embarrassed. I finish and tell him it’s all out... So thankful the burn is gone.

He tells me I did well, and that I am a good girl, sweet words to a submissive, and a win in my book…😃