Let’s Tryst Again

Subbie and I planned a weekend staycation using the excuse of a spanko gathering at a local all-suite hotel. We hoped that Aunt Flo would cooperate but biology once again intruded. We worked around it, mainly employing towels when necessary – and foregoing the much anticipated cunnilingus sessions.

I began the weekend Friday morning with a two and a half quart soap solution infusion using a FR30 Foley catheter to place the soapy liquid well into the colon. I take an enema every three days as part of my regular bowel management regimen to empty my colon to keep things clean and regular. When schedule perturbations affect that interval I add an extra enema session both prior to and after the interruption so as not to alter my long term routine. I track my enema days on my calendar to avoid early morning appointment conflicts. The overt erotic aspects of enema activity has long since vanished for me, however I still get a nice lift from the process. I would have much preferred to have been able to include my enema in the weekend’s events, but, as with all intimate partners thus far, subbie has no interest in enema play.

We choose a good weekend to spend inside a hotel. October has been overly wet here. It rained heavily the entire weekend. We met at the hotel late Friday afternoon and took in the luggage in the pouring rain. I had a clothes bag, an overly full toy bag and a massage table. She had her large suitcase which we unloaded under the portico before she parked. One lesson I learned long ago is to keep a full-sized umbrella in the car. It came in very handy over the stay.

After unpacking and getting situated in the two room suite we discussed where to go to eat supper. I thought it would be better to have this discussion while reclining on the king-sized bed. After a severe breast mauling and several digitally induced orgasms she and I agreed on Cajun cuisine. After a quick search for our hastily discarded clothing we ventured out into the downpour and Friday evening rush hour traffic.

Dinner was delicious, the service attentive and the view of the vacant patio from our table rather impressive from a precipitation perspective. I took a slightly different route back to the hotel, trading traffic snarls for road construction delays. At the hotel I chose a parking spot in the least flooded area, unlike where I parked upon arrival.

Back in the room we shed our damp clothes and snuggled on the couch in the front room to channel surf while dinner settled. When the movie we selected ended we headed to the bedroom for more leisurely-yet-just-as-frantic sex play. Condoms, lubes, vibrators and dildos were staged on the nightstand so easy access and use as the play progressed. Her orgasms were quite loud and intense, a result of combining dildo use with a strategically positioned wand vibrator. I received some pleasing head during all this although Mr. Happy never surpassed a chubby.

I did notice that the tube of Equate personal lubricant I brought along had expired in June of 2014. On the plus side, it didn’t drip. I had removed it from my travel enema kit a few years ago after realizing that I was no longer using that enema setup. It then sat in the toy bag. I don’t think Walmart even packages their lube that style of container. When I shopped for a replacement all I found was lube in bottles similar in design to what nail polish remover came in. Like yellow mustard, lubricating jelly now comes in a squeeze bottle.

We managed to get some sleep despite snoring, pee breaks and leg cramps. The sounds of the insistent rain, sans thunder, was relaxing too. In the morning, when I woke, we fooled around some more, again employing a dildo to induce an orgasm or two. After showering and dressing we mulled over breakfast options. We concluded that braving the rains again was too much to face on an empty stomach so we opted to eat at the moderately over-priced hotel buffet.

Once back in the room I wandered down the hall to the maid’s cart to beg a spare roll of TP since the rolling stock in the bathroom was more than halfway depleted. I told the maid we wanted service when she asked me. Unfortunately she was rotating away from us and working alone. I checked several times on her progress until giving up and placing the Do Not Disturb sign (which no longer actually says “Do not disturb”) on the doorknob so we could begin our main play session.

I unfolded the massage table in the front room and covered it with a blanket brought for that purpose. I set the toy bag (suitcase) on the writing desk and laid out the floggers and items I intended to use. I stripped subbie and helped her to lie face down on the high, narrow table. I scarfed a 100mg tab of [color=#222222]Sildenafil[/color][color=#222222] as I[/color] got naked to begin our play session.

I am very in tune with her body’s response to impact play. I soon had her in a floaty state of bliss, though I was taking my time intensifying the flogging, beginning with a string flogger, then a suede one, a rubber stingy one and a thuddy, heavy leather one. Spanks and canes also were featured but not beyond sharp stings. When she was mostly incoherent I untied her hands from the legs of the table and had her turn over.

I immediately attacked her exposed breasts with my hands and mouth, violently squeezing and biting them until she was loudly moaning. I used the suede flogger on her breasts and midriff and (a favorite of hers) used it to spank her vulva. I also dragged a Wartenberg wheel over her swollen nipples, breasts, inner thighs and vulva. The effects were most satisfying in all respects.

Due to circumstances I had not been able to try the higher dosage of Sildenafil since filling the prescription months ago. In the past I could feel the drug take effect (a kind of rush) but this time nothing. I was somewhat engorged but not nearly erect. I had subbie scoot her head and neck off the end of the table so I could have her fellate me while I stood over her. I had never done this move before and it was quite a thrill to see my cock slide in and out of her mouth as she sucked me. I had to tiptoe stand in order to achieve this position so I didn’t maintain this posture for long.

While we were playing the maid apparently came by because there was a form letter shoved under the door pretty much saying it was our fault for not getting serviced, but if we wanted towels we could call for them.

Subbie slowly recovered her senses, prompted by the chill in the air. I helped her off the table and into the bed for an extended aftercare period of under the covers snuggling. Once rested we ventured out for a light supper and returned to sit in the hotel lobby to chat with the folks who were starting to show up for the spanko gathering. When it was time for them to start their evening we returned to our room.

We got naked and under the covers for some relaxed foreplay. I was able to achieve an erection from her ministrations so we quickly lubed up and assumed the position. I had not been inside her for close to year and she missed being filled by me. We quickly got into the established rhythm (some things you don’t forget) and screwed vigorously until my erection flagged. I made her very happy. We also managed to repeat it in the morning which made her feel extra special (and well-fucked).

I had not orgasmed during the weekend but after enjoying my enema session Monday morning I was able to masturbate afterwards to a rather nice climax.