By: Rose

She had not seen him in about a week and was simultaneously looking forward to the fulfillment he would give her and dreading what she might have to endure to obtain it. They had been a couple for some time, were deeply in love, and he always gave her pleasure beyond belief. But she forgot from one playtime to the next what a severe demeanor he could have as he ordered her to strip and wait on the bed till he came back for her. “The pleasure must block out the memory of what’s unpleasant,” she mused to herself as she was removing all her clothing. Just as she finished undressing, he came back into the room, placing a satin blindfold over her eyes, and soft plush cuffs around her wrists, with her hands behind her back. They were both soft against her skin, but nevertheless, she felt she was firmly held. She was now sitting completely nude on the side of their bed, just as he had told her to do.

When she had arrived home earlier, he had promised her a big surprise: “something very, very different for you tonight, angel,” he had said. She could hear him now rattling around in the guest bedroom across the hall, making all kinds of noise. “What on earth could he be doing”, she wondered. Then she heard him in the adjacent bathroom, running water, and a container being filled. Well, at least, now she was sure that she would be getting an enema. She usually did when they played; he gave such good ones and she loved getting them. “He’s taking a very long time”, she thought, and anxiety made her bite her lower lip. She could hear the water continuing to fill the container; she couldn’t imagine how big the bag must be this time. He had never taken this long preparing her enema before coming back for her. Still, she was quivering in anticipation, her imagination conjuring up images of previous playtimes.

Finally, he returned and sat next to her on the bed, putting his arm around her and tweaking her nipples rather hard with the other hand. He began to nuzzle her neck with little kisses and soft nips. Then, he gave her a long, wet kiss, his tongue intimately exploring her mouth. He pulled away slightly, and as he feathered her face with small kisses, he whispered to her, “Are you ready now for your surprise, angel?” She could only shiver and moan in response, not at all sure how to answer him, because the answer was both “yes” and “no”!

He took her cuffed hands, leading her to the other bedroom, and firmly told her to kneel on the edge of the bed, but his touch was gentle as he bent her forward and guided her head down to the waiting pillow, then spread her knees wide. She knew she was totally exposed. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her pubic area and the moisture began to drip from her pussy. She felt his hands caressing her buttocks and her inner thighs, but he carefully avoided where she most wanted him to touch her. She moaned again, but in frustration this time. She heard the lid on the jar of lubricant snap off, but still he didn’t touch her. “He must be lubricating the nozzle first,” she thought to herself, the wait increasing her frustration and desire. Finally, she felt him place one hand on her cheeks, spreading them, and the tip of his finger touched her anus. He gently massaged it, then began to apply pressure and she felt his finger enter her. She loved it when he stroked her anus and rectum with his finger. He stoked his finger in and out and in a circular motion, then she felt a second finger enter her anus and begin stroking. “He must be using one of our large nozzles,” she thought as she began to breathe hard, unable to prevent her hips from moving in response to the motion of his fingers. After several long moments, she felt him withdraw both fingers. She heard something, sounding like a cart, moving across the floor, until she felt the object touching her feet. "What in the world could he be doing with a cart? We’ve never used one before," she thought, trying to imagine what he planned for her. She was then surprised to feel him loosening the blindfold and removing it.

“Look, angel, at your surprise.” She strained to look back over her shoulder, and gasped at what she saw. It was indeed a cart. Sitting on the cart about 2-3 ft above her hips, in lieu of an enema bag, was a clear 5 gallon water jug, like those used for camping, filled to the top, with a short length of latex tubing attached to the spigot stem at the bottom of the jug. He had rigged up a large corkscrew ribbed dildo nozzle in some type of spring loaded brace which was positioned just below the jug, level with her anus and connected to the tubing. She could see two timers attached to the device, one on the jug and one on the nozzle’s brace. She didn’t quite understand the mechanics, but once again she knew he had proven how ingenious he could be in giving her an enema. As she looked at the apparatus, her eyes grew wide and she looked at him in alarm.

He smiled slightly to alleviate her distress, then explained, ”I will insert the nozzle into your anus, and set the timer, and the device will then take over the beginning and the ending of your enema. Regardless of how full you feel, the enema won’t stop until the timer turns off the flow. To help hold your attention, there is a secondary timer that will cause the nozzle to rhythmically thrust back and forth in your rectum. Once the timers are set, there’ll be no stopping until they’ve run their course.”

“But,” she protested, “you know there’s no way I can hold that much water!” He gave her a hard slap on one upturned buttock. “Don’t worry about that!” he said. “Because the jug is not very high, the flow will be slow, and the device goes by time, not quantity. How much you take is for me to decide anyway!” She gulped, but knew he was right; that was a rule of their playtime.

Seeing her reluctant acceptance, he moved the cart closer, forcing her to move her legs even farther apart. Soon she felt the tip of the nozzle pressing against her anus. Grasping her around the waist, he moved her hips back so that the nozzle slowly impaled her. She drew a deep breath and closed her eyes; it felt so very good sliding into her. But her eyes quickly flew open again as she heard him set the timers, then come and sit on the bed by her side. Softly stroking her hair, he said “Ssh, angel, this will be a wonderful adventure for us both!” After about a 30-second delay, she heard the telltale click, and felt the warm water begin to flow into her waiting rectum. Another few seconds, and she felt the nozzle begin to withdraw slowly, and thrust back inside her. At the same time the nozzle began its invasion, he reached under her to rub her clitoris. She moaned softly. He was making her feel so wonderful. The water continued to flow within her, and the nozzle continued its advance and retreat. She moaned again, this time as she began to feel full and some cramping. He moved his hand to her belly and began to massage it, easing the fullness and cramps. And so it went, the relentless flow of water into her, and the slow thrusting of the nozzle, while he alternately stroked her clitoris and labia, then her belly when a cramp hit her. Occasionally, he would knead her breasts and tweak her nipples. Despite the pressure of the water, she was incredibly aroused, but she knew that, just like the volume of her enemas, he would decide when it was time for her climax.

She didn’t know how much time passed, lost as she was in the sensations of the water filling her, his hand stroking her clit, and the slow fucking of her rectum with the nozzle. However, she knew she felt fuller than she ever had before. Just when she knew she was at her limit and thought she'd have to beg him to somehow stop the enema—something she hated to do because it greatly displeased him--she heard with relief one of the timers click off. The water ceased to fill her, but the nozzle was still stroking her rectum. He leaned down, kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, “Now, angel, hold your enema for me for a little longer.” He continued to stroke her clitoris, in earnest now, until she erupted in a powerful orgasm, struggling all the while to hold the water inside her. Her climax was a full body experience; she felt her pussy and rectum contracting in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. The big nozzle helped her hold the enema in, but the feel of her anus gripping the thrusting nozzle also fueled her climax. Finally, she went limp, exhausted and sated from the wonderful orgasm he had given her.

No longer distracted by her arousal, she began to whimper with the effort of holding the enema. She heard the nozzle timer click off and it ceased its movement inside her. He rose from her side and began to roll the cart away from her. She felt the nozzle slowly withdrawing from her rectum. She quickly tightened her anus, because she knew he would be upset if she leaked a drop of the water. As he moved the cart aside, she saw that over half the water in the jug was gone, now inside her. No wonder she felt so full! He released the cuffs, and helped her into the bathroom to the toilet. She swayed a little from the pressure of the water in her gut as they went. He left her there to expel the enema in privacy, while he returned to the bedroom to wait for her.

Finally through expelling the torrent of enema water, she cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. He was waiting for her on the bed, naked now and magnificently erect. She knew that administering her enema caused his arousal. She went to lie by his side. He slipped his arm around her as she laid her head on his shoulder, his hand caressing her butt cheeks, a finger slipping between them to rub her cleft. “So what did you think of your surprise, angel,” he asked softly. “Is it patented yet, “ she replied, “ or does it need more trial runs?” He chuckled as he gathered her closer to him and began to make love to her. “I think a lot more testing will be required, angel,” as he kissed her. She sighed deeply and smiled. She could hardly wait for another “test”.