Part 1

I open the door to find you waiting next to a padded table that looks almost like a massage table that has been modified. On it is a big wedge shaped cushion and it is draped with a towel. next to it is a enema bag hanging from a shinny pole that is partially full, next to it is a small table that is covered. I can see that the hose from the enema goes over to this table and there are lumps and bumps under the cloth that is covering things on this table. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. You’ve never given me an enema in the living room or on a table. I’m usually kneeling on the floor or over the edge of the tub. I hurriedly get undressed. There is already an enema waiting and I’ve always been afraid of receiving a cold enema. I’ve read in so many places that cold water causes cramping and I know that I’m a wuss.

Finally you speak - “lately dear you’ve become very negative, spending much time and words on complaining, grumbling and being short tempered. However, your praise, your joy, you desire, is left unspoken. In particular when we are in bed and I am pleasuring you the silence is deafening. So this afternoon and evening we are going to do a few exercises to change this unpleasant behavior of yours. First we will start with a through cleansing of your arse so you will be prepared for this evenings events. Come here and present your wrists and ankles you will need to be restrained.” From under the cloth you bring out my wrist and ankle restraints and something that has never been used on me before today, a gag! I quietly present my wrists and then my ankles, when you pick up the gag I begin to object. “This is precisely why we need to use this today. During your enema and the cleansing you need to learn to be quite and trust me to clean you properly and thoroughly. Open your mouth, now turn around so I can properly fit this on you. Now climb up on the table and lay face down.” You fasten my wrists together and anchor them to the head of the table. Thanks to the large cushion my arse is up in the air for al the world to see if they were there. All modesty is gone, there can be none laying here like this. each ankle is secured to the edge of the table and while it doesn’t spread me wide open like a hussy, you have completely unhindered access to my arse and pussy. I can hear you move things about on the table, it sounds like you are putting on a glove. Something is opened, then I feel your hand on my arse, the fingers are wet, but it’s not the cold lube I’m used to. It’s thick, creamy feeling, then suddenly I realize it’s vasaline. “I want your delicate skin well protected while you are being cleaned out, there is much in store for you yet today.” You stand next to my shoulders and speak softly into my ear. “Dear, I want you to trust me completely today, if you do there is great pleasure to be had. Remember to breathe, relax and enjoy, think about what I have said about being negative and complaining.” You step away and I feel the nozzle against my opening, pressing every so firmly. Again you say to me “relax, take deep breaths, let it slide in.” I will myself to comply, it has a fat tip and is hard, not like the slender flexible tip we have used in the past. Again you stand next to me there is a hand on the small of my back and one is holding the nozzle, “ there is not much for you to take in, I don’t want you to worry about holding a lot of water. Instead, I want you to let the cleaning solution to work it’s way deep inside you and allow it time to do it’s job.” SOAP! your going to use a soapy enema, my heart starts to race, this will cause cramps and I will need to be rinsed out several time to get all the suds out. I try to talk, to complain, to voice my discontent about this but I can’t, there is a gag in the way. It’s doesn’t matter as I can feel the cool solution as it begins its entry to me. All I can do is to lie there and try to remember to breathe.

It takes a bit of time before the cramps start, they are mild at first. I keep telling myself to be brave and to breathe. I slowly count to four as I breath in and try to take the same amount of time to breathe out. Sooner than I would like the cramps begin to increase intensity, I’m trying to breathe, I feel your free hand gently caressing my back. Quietly you whisper in my ear, that I’m doing well, to keep myself relaxed it will make it easier if I can stay relaxed. Your remind me to keep breathing. I have no idea if all the solution is inside me or not, all I know is my body wants it out now! I again try to protest, but the gag prevents anything intelligible, all that comes out are grunts and groans. “shhhh, be quite, be still” there is another wave of cramps and I moan, a deep guttural moan. It’s all I can do to express my desire for this to be over to beg you to stop, to tell you that this isn’t right. Deep in my mind I hear, giggles, this is exactly what you were talking about. My need to be bossy, to complain, to be negative, instead of trusting. I feel your hand slide down and touch my throbbing clit. I can’t understand how I can be aroused and in pain at the same time. I simply can’t make sense of the juxtaposition. You laugh! How can you laugh?

Then I hear you speak to me, “dear your dripping wet, your pussy juices are running out of you and onto the towel. Stop fussing so and enjoy” Your finger teases me, taunts me, brings me to the edge and then stops to swat me or torment me some other way that prevents me from coming. I feel like it’s been an eternity, my insides ache from all the cramps, I can feel sweat on the small of my back and for head. “Just a few more minutes, you can do this, keep breathing, good girl” while you are talking you begin unclasping the restraints. You help me up off the table, the nozzle is still deep inside me and I walk to the bathroom, my arms cradling my stomach. I pray that I will make it there without an accident. I hate this part, where you stand in front of me when I empty my bowels, but today I can’t wait and don’t care. Your remove the nozzle and as soon as I sit down the soapy water comes rushing out of me. I’m so focused on trying to get all of it out of me that I’m barely aware of the fact that you are at the sink filling the bag again. I’m handed some wet wipes to clean myself.

“Now it is time to rinse the soapy water out of you, we will stay in here, you will bend over the tub. Each time I will make you take more water, but you will not be required to hold it.” Once again the nozzle is pushing it’s way deep inside me, this time the water is warm and it begins to sooth. You have no mercy, you hold the bag as far up as you can forcing the water to rush deep inside me. As soon as it is empty you remove the nozzle and tell me to sit. This time I am aware of you watching me, I want t hide, to cover up, I don’t want you to see my shame. When I am through you won’t let me have the wipes until I stand. “I need to see if the water is soapy, step away dear. I still see some suds, so another rinse.” Again I try to complain, but it is of no use. I’m handed the wipes to clean up a bit while you are again filling the bag. Just like the last time I am bent over the tub and the nozzle is pushed deep inside of me. The water rushes inside of me, no mercy is shown, you are a man on a mission. Squirming only gains me swats. Once the bag is empty, again I am allowed to empty my bowels. This time you declare me soap free. “take a quick shower to clean yourself off and join me in the bed room, do not dally.” I do as requested, I’m exhausted and can’t wait to lay down.

Once I join you in the bed room I’m given new instructions. You will remove my gag, but I am not to speak, I am to use my mouth to please you. I can see that your cock is hard and standing up looking for attention. There is a bottle of water on the night stand for me to drink. I take a few sips and focus my attention on pleasing you. Time fies by and soon you open your arms to me to lie next to you. “Rest for a bit, for there is more to come later today.” These are the last words I hear as I drift off to sleep.

You gently wake me, an hour and a half has passed. I’m told to go take a shower and then come to the living room again, I have 30 minutes to complete this task. Once I join you in the living room, I can see that there have been a few changes made to the table. The shinny pole that once held the enema bag is gone. Gone too is the cushion, but in it’s place are stirrups. Once again the restraints are placed on my wrists and ankles. You have me lie down face up this time and instead of a gag a blindfold is placed over my eyes. My wrists are bound above my head, my legs are left to just lie on the table. “Tonight you will find your voice, tonight you will learn to enjoy pleasure and take pleasure in telling me what feels good, what you like. You will not be allowed to cum, until you can tell me what is pleasing to you. Trust me that no harm will come to you, enjoy tonight's experience. I am leaving the room, but will be back very shortly.” . . . (to be continued)