The next morning we got up early and I was led to the living room. I saw a bag had been placed on a pole by the chair. I started to shake as Joe led me over and placed me across his lap and hooked the bag's tubing to my tube. I then felt the water start to flow into me. It felt good at first and then I began to cramp.

"Ouch, Joe. I have a cramp." He just rubbed my back and butt but didn't stop the water.

"I know, dear. This is what you will go through in punishment. There is no relief during your enemas. You need to take it all in and hold it. That's what the balloons are for to help you hold it." I started to squirm as the cramps began to gain in strength. I then felt a hard slap on my right cheek and then one on my left as he spanked them and I yelled, "Ouee," I groaned as he told me that fussing would start to get me spankings. I squirmed some more as my tummy started to bulge and I got more spankings.

When the water was all in, Joe released me and stood me in the corner and told me to stand there until the time came to release. I was sobbing as I saw my belly swollen and it gurgled with the water and soap. I started to shift my weight from one foot to the other and Joe came up behind me and gave me a spank on both cheeks again. "No fidgeting, dear. You're doing great for your first time. Just hold on about five more minutes."

Tears streamed down my face and it took forever for the time to pass. Joe then led me to the bathroom and told me to sit on the side of the tub. I did as he said and I leaned over a little in pain. He released the clamp and the soapy water drained into the tub. I was soon feeling better. Joe brought the bag in and filled it with warm water again. I just looked at him, and he said, "Annie, you are just taking two quarts today. You need to have your colon stretched. This is going to be hard on you, I know, but remember that I love you." I just nodded my head and he took me back to the living room and we started the rinse.

This didn't hurt as much as the first one, and I was able to hold it without much discomfort. After the enemas were done, I went to the bedroom and put on a long T-shirt and no panties. I then made breakfast and Joe asked, "Why don't you have on any underwear?" I told him they were too tight and that Jenny was going to buy me some today. He just nodded and I could see him watching me as I worked. The tubes were hanging from my body under my shirt. It was still hard to walk, and I did so slightly bent over. He gave me a long kiss and held me tight before leaving for work. I puttered around for a while but was too uncomfortable and sat down on the couch and watched some TV and started to cry. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this anymore. Jenny called a while later and said that she would be over soon. I made a fresh pot of coffee and she came over and we talked. She bought me cotton panties and we talked.

"I don't know if I can do this, Jenny. I'm scared and uncomfortable. I feel like I'm losing myself."

She just nodded and said, "It will get better, but not before it gets worse. I will tell you now that training is the most humiliating thing that will happen to you in your life. You feel like you are being stripped of your soul, and I know that now he has control of your most simple body functions, but maybe I can help. Here, come with me."

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I had made the bed and she pulled the covers back and laid me on my back. She pulled my shirt over my head so that I couldn't see. She then started to massage my body all over starting with my shoulders and down my chest to my breast and my tummy. She then did my legs and I was very relaxed. Her hands left me for a moment and then she parted my legs wide and bent my knees. She began to massage my bottom and around my shaved pubis. She then took her arms around my legs and pulled them up so they were off the bed and her hands were separating my lips. I tried to squirm a little and she told me to relax. I then felt her bring her mouth down to my clit and she started to suck, I was at first appalled to have a woman do this to me, but it felt so good, I couldn't stop her. She would suck and then take her tongue and flip it over my swelled clit and my body shuddered. I came and she sucked and licked and I came some more. I was thrashing as I thought I couldn't cum anymore, but my fluids were running and I came and came. She then let me be and I fell to sleep.

When I woke up Joe was standing over me. The covers were pulled down and I laid there glistening with the oil.

"Jenny was here, wasn't she?" I just nodded my head. "What did she do to you?" I kept silent.

He went over and picked up the phone and called Dale at work. "You tell your lesbo wife to stay away from my Annie," he yelled into the phone and slammed it down. I jerked.

"Get into the living room." He pulled me by the arm, and I staggered into the room. He sat on the chair and told me to get over his knee. I slowly complied. He then jerked at my inflatable nozzle and pulled the balloon way down, and it made my anus stretch in pain and I wailed. He held me there and said, "I want you to ask me to punish you for your bad behavior." I cried but didn't say anything. He took his hand and brought it down on my bare bottom hard.

I yelled, "Please, Joe, don't!" He brought his hand down hard again and I wailed.

"Ask me, damn it!"

I sobbed. "Please give me my punishment, Joe. I have been bad." He then brought his hand down hard 10 more times on my bottom and I could tell it was turning red. He then let me up and told me to shower the nasty lesbo stuff from me.

I showered and he came in and I asked to go pee. He undid my clamp and then he left for work. That night Dale brought Jenny over and she was given a big soapy enema as Joe and I watched. Then Dale took a big butt plug and shoved it into her and stood her up. Her tummy was so full that she looked nine months pregnant. Dale stood her in the corner for about a half hour and I could see she was shaking as she held her punishment enema. He then took her back over his knee and reddened her bottom good before taking her to the bathroom. Joe then led me to the chair and started to give me my enema in front of them, and I cried with embarrassment. I was then led to the corner with the tube running from my bottom and was told to stand there. My tummy wasn't as full as Jenny's but it still hurt. I didn't get a spanking my bottom already red from the spanking before.

That night Joe made love to me and told me that he loved me and we snuggled all night. The enemas continued and soon I was back at the doctor. The tubes were taken out, I was shaved and checked and measured for something and then the inflatable nozzle and the bladder tube replaced. I was then let up form the table and the doctor brought over a black leather mask and I was told to bow my head. I was shaking as Joe held me tight. The mask was brought around my face and cinched in the back with buckles.

"Baby, this isn't necessary. I will do this on my own, I promise." The mask fit snug around my head and there were holes for my eyes nose and mouth. I tried to lift my head up after it was placed and something metal dug into the back of my neck, "Ugh," I said, and I bowed it back down. I was looking at the floor and could only see up if I brought my eyes way up in my head. I started to cry, and Joe hugged me. He helped me to dress again and we went home. I was embarrassed on the ride home with that mask on and everyone looking at me I was sure.

The mask was to stay on for at least two months and only be taken off during showers. We didn't go anywhere and my therapy continued. I was now holding six quarts of water during my enemas, and I now looked pregnant when I held my enemas. I was to go back to the doctor in two weeks, and Joe seemed pleased with my progress. It was hard for me to do my chores, but I got them done. I would only go out at dusk to work in my yard so nobody would see my mask. Joe had gone through my clothes, and all I had to wear was skirts and dresses. He bought me a few sun dresses to wear, and I did. The first few days of wearing the mask my neck hurt bad. As the muscles stretched, it then began to be a part of life after a week. Joe would give me deep massages all over my body and make love to me. I was trying to be as compliant as possible so I wouldn't get another bad spanking.

After two weeks I was taken back to the doctor. I was starting to get used to the routine of getting in the stirrups and being strapped down. I didn't like it, but was used to it. I was shaved and the tubes taken from me. The inflatable nozzle wasn't replaced this time. I was to have to learn to hold my own enemas, and this terrified me. How would I be able to hold that much water in me. A pillow was placed under my masked head as I laid there.

"Jo, we are now going to bring you to the next level in your training." With that the nurse came over and scrubbed my breast and tits hard and I looked at Joe as he held my hand tight. My legs were still in the stirrups wide apart and she went to my bottom and scrubbed my clit until it swelled. I didn't know what was going on and I was getting scared. The nurse then came over and told me to open my mouth and I did. She slid a ball into it that opened it wide and stretched it. She tied it behind my head.

The doctor was fiddling with something and then walked over with what looked like a big piercing gun, he took his gloved hand and twisted my tit until it became erect and then brought down the gun to my tit and squeezed it. Pain shot through me and I tried to scream as Joe brought down his face to my head and whispered to me but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I felt the doctor twist my other tit but couldn't see him because Joe was blocking my view. I then felt the gun around my tit and heard a loud click as pain shot into me again. I tried to arch my back and cry out but couldn't. Joe continued to whisper, "Sweety, the pain will go away soon. Just relax." I then felt the doctor's gloved fingers on my clit and my teary eyes opened wide as the gun came down and shot something into my small swelled clitoris. I passed out from the pain.

When I woke up, I was still on the table and my legs and body were free. The thing was taken from my mouth and I felt a slight stinging in my breast and in my clit. Joe helped me to sit up. It felt strange not to have the balloon in my bottom. The tube was still in my bladder, though, and it felt like it was a little bigger.

"Why did you make them do that to me?" I cried to Joe. He got me down from the table and helped me to dress, as he talked.

"The piercings will make you more aroused during sex, and they can also be used as a punishment tool, Annie. Soon you won't even know that they are there." I looked down to see that two gold rings hung from my tits. They were about as big around as nickels. When I got home, I looked at my clit in the mirror and I saw another gold ring about the size of a dime hanging from my swelled clit. I cried and Joe took me to the bed and started to massage me. I fell to sleep and didn't wake up until that night.

Joe rolled me over onto my back and he gently put salve on my tits. He told me to spread my legs, and I did as he said and he placed some salve on my clit.

"You need to do this every day three times a day, baby." He placed the tube on the beside table along with the jar of Vaseline and other tubes that I used for my training. He then led me to the bathroom, where I asked him if I could go pee and he unclamped me. He then took me to the living room where an enema bag hung from the pole. I asked him for my enema, and I was starting to cry.

"You will get your temp first," he said. "And you will only have to hold four quarts for me tonight."

I sighed as I went over his knee, and he reached down and picked up the jar of lube. He spread my cheeks and applied some lube around my anus and then stuck his finger into me and slowly moved it around. It felt a little good and I felt like I was getting wet. He pulled his finger from me and inserted the small rod, and this time he twisted and turned it and pulled it in and out. I was starting to moan and squirm. I felt his hand come down hard on my bottom and I said, "Sorry, Master, for squirming." This was required.

He then took the rod from me and I then felt a nozzle at my opening. He slowly slid it in part way, then pulled it out a bit. He did this a few times, and I was very aroused. I was groaning in delight. I then heard the click and water gushed into me. It filled me full, and I started to cramp a bit from the soap. I squirmed again and was spanked. I was then taken to my corner and I shook as I tried to hold the enema inside me. I had a hard time and soon I felt water dripping down my leg and I began to cry as I looked down. Joe had placed plastic on the floor thinking this may happen, and I could see the water start to pool around my feet. He took me to the bathroom and let me go.

As I expelled my enema he said, "You will need to learn more control," as he filled the bag again with soapy water. He took me back to the room and I laid across his lap and I got five hard spankings for not holding my water. He then put the nozzle into my anus and started the flow. No foreplay this time.

"I can't do this," I cried as the water cramped me even more. I was again standing at the corner with my mask making me look at my swelled body. I cried and shook but was able to hold the soapy enema that made my belly churn. I took the rinse better and I made dinner and we went to bed where Joe caressed me and we snuggled. He couldn't make love to me for a few days until the piercings had healed.

In the morning I was dreading the enema, but one didn't come. I was left to go about my chores. I made a nice lunch for Joe and I asked, "Did you forget my enema this morning?"

He smiled at me and said, "No, dear, but thanks for asking. You will only need to have your enemas at night through the rest of the training, dear."

Meal times were hard on me. I so wanted to look up at him while I ate. That night I only got four quarts, and this time I was able to hold it. It was very hard, but I did it. A week later I was to hold six quarts, but I couldn't. Every time I would leak and my bottom was red and after the third soapy I had no control at all. Joe was very disappointed in this and called the doctor. The next day we went in and the doctor fitted me with a butt plug. I hated the thing and it weighed heavy in my bottom. He said that would help my muscles to get stronger and that I should only wear it for two hours today then increase the time by one hour a day until I was wearing it at all times. Only to be removed during therapy but could be placed back in to help me retain large amounts if necessary.

Time went on, I hated the butt plug and the mask and was getting tired of it all. Soon it was time to go back to the doctors. I was again in the stirrups and the tube taken out and shaved. This time the doctor came between my legs and placed an even bigger plug into my rectum, and I squealed as it stretched me. He then placed something metal up into my vagina and I was released from the table.

I noticed that there was straps that hung from my bottom. The nurse came around and placed a leather strap around my waist and cinched it tight. "Oh, that's too tight," I said. She buckled it and then brought the strap up in the back and I felt leather going up through my ass crack. She pulled it up tight and I was standing on my toes. "Oh, that hurts." Joe had me by the shoulders trying to steady me as the nurse made adjustments to my new chastity belt. She then came to the front and put the small strap through the small ring on my clit and pulled it up tight in front and buckled it. I felt like I was being split in two. Joe held me from the back and I felt him blowing in my ear.

"Spread your legs wide," the nurse said, and I took a step to the side. She was down on her knees and was pulling my vaginal lips from under the strap so that it dug into my clit and it had a small hole at the place where I pee. The strap was split in two at that spot and she placed a ring in the hole and I felt it go up into my urethra a bit. She then pulled the strap up one more notch and everything dug deeper into me.

I was looking at myself and I noticed that the butt plug had metal thongs on it that held it in my crack. I could feel the metal going up about an inch and down about an inch. The doctor started to talk as Joe helped me to dress. "She will have to come in for adjustments, so I want to see you in two weeks. We will also size her for a bigger plug."

Joe told the doctor, "Thank you," and we left. I hated the belt as much as anything.

"How long will I have to keep my mask on?" I asked Joe. He said that If I was good and started to obey that he would take it off in a week. "How long do I have to wear the belt?"

He was driving and said, "As long as you stay with me." I started to cry. "You will now be punished right away for your behavior no matter where we are.. You will also not talk to me or anyone else unless I tell you to. You can ask questions and ask me to relieve yourself is all. If you do well with this, I will let you converse with me freely at home. But when we are in public, you are to be submissive to me. Do you understand, Annie?"

I said, "Yes, sir. What happens when I start my period with this thing in me?"

He said, "The probe will be taken from you and it will leave a hole for you to use tampons."

I wasn't receiving the enemas nightly anymore and my bowels had a hard time with this. I was still taking the laxatives but I had a hard time nonetheless. One night we were sitting and watching TV. "Joe, I need an enema," I said.

He looked at me and asked, "Have you been bad, sweety?"

I shook my head and said, "No. My bowels are having a hard time moving."

He held me and felt my forehead. "You feel a little warm. Let's get you into bed and I will take your temp and see what's up." I laid in bed and he undid the back strap and let the plug come out from my anus. The other probe stayed in place. "Get up on your knees and keep your shoulders down, dear." I did what he said and I felt him lube my bottom and stick his finger in. He felt around for a long time and then told me to bear down. I did, and he felt around some more. "Yes, dear, you have quite an impaction in there. Let me take your temp." I then felt the small rod go into me and he held it there. When he pulled it out, he said, "100.9. Okay. Dear, let me take off your mask while I prepare you for an enema." He took the mask off and I laid in bed and rested my head on the pillow.

"Okay. Back up, baby, and spread your legs wide for me." I did as he said, and then he told me that he was going to give me four suppositories and a good soapy enema until I was clear. He inserted the nozzle and the water started to flow. I was soon cramping from the glycerin and the soap and I moaned. Joe stopped the water and reached under me and massaged my tummy. "This isn't a punishment, Annie. Tell me when you're cramping." He then started the water again and had to stop it again when I told him I had a cramp. It took a long time for me to take the small two quarts. He then placed the plug in me but didn't strap it. "Now, roll over onto your side and try and hold it for as long as you can. You can go any time. You don't need to ask." I laid there and groaned. After about ten minutes, I left for the bathroom and Joe followed. He bent me over and I sat down hard on the seat. I was holding the back strap up to my front so it wouldn't go into the bowl.

Wave after wave of poop and soapy water, I rocked back and forth as the cramps overtook me. I was soon done and made my way back to the bed. "Lay on your side this time, sweety." I did and he pushed my right leg up so that it almost hit my chest. He then stuck the nozzle in me and the soapy water began to flow again. I squirmed and he stopped the water and massaged me again. This went on for four enemas. After he was done, he recinched my straps and laid me in bed. He then laid down beside me and said, "Honey, when you are sick and don't feel good, you don't have to ask me for your enemas and you don't have to endure the cramps. That's for when you are getting punished. I'm sorry, dear. I will leave the mask off and see how you do." I soon was asleep.

The next morning I was feeling better and got up and made coffee and kept my head down when he entered the room. "Feeling better I see?" I handed him his coffee and asked him if I could go pee. He said yes, and I was so glad to not have the mask on. He left for work and I went about my chores. It was so nice to only have my belt on. After doing the dishes, I felt like I had to go to the bathroom so I went and sat down. It must have been the water running doing dishes. As soon as I flushed the toilet I looked up and saw Joe standing there.

He looked at me with a stern face and said, "Did you have permission to go?" I just looked down and shook my head. You will not be punished now. I have invited over some friends tonight for dinner, that's what I came back to tell you. I will have to punish you tonight in front of our guests. I just looked at the floor and rung my hands tight. He then told me what he wanted me to serve for dinner and left for work. I was cooking and cleaning when he got home, and after a while he called me into the bedroom. On the bed was some chain type things and some clothes. I want you to wear these clothes tonight, and then at the right time I will bring you in here and you will only wear these during your punishment. Do you understand?"

I was looking at the floor and I said, "Yes, Master." He then came over and held me tight. I was shaking all through serving dinner. I was told not to speak, just serve the food. Joe and the guys talked a little about my training and Joe had stated that I was now due for some true humiliation tonight.

"Go to the bedroom and disrobe, Annie. I will be there in a minute."

I took off to the bedroom crying and was scared. It took quite a while for Joe to come to the room. When he did, I stood there with my hands to my sides and only had on the belt. He unlocked it and unbuckled my belt at the waist and then he unstrung the leather through my clit ring and pulled it off of me completely. He then reached over and picked up the chains that laid on the bed. He clasped one to each of my tit rings and then bent down and attached one to my clit ring. I was shaking inside and out. The chains that I wore went form one breast to the other and then down the center of my belly to my clit. It wasn't tight and I couldn't figure out the purpose of them. He then went to the bedside table and opened a drawer and pulled something out. He brought it over to me and I could see it was my old butt plug. He brought it up to my mouth and told me to open it. I did and he stuck the plug in my mouth and said, "Hold that until I need to use it. If it drops out, you will be punished even more." I clasped the metal plug in my teeth and lips. Tears streamed down my eyes as he led me out of the room.

In the living room everybody stood around the couch looking at the setup where my punishment would be carried out in front of them. The chair was there and three bags of fluid hung from the pole. Joe pulled me to the chair and over his knee. The plug in my mouth was heavy as my head dropped down and hung there. He was caressing my bottom and then I felt his hand come down hard and hit me in the center of my cheeks. I groaned and jerked up. I couldn't say anything without losing the plug. He hit me again and my bottom stung. He continued to spank me 20 times and my bottom was red hot. He didn't say a word and I knew everyone was watching me. Naked and getting my bottom spanked like a little girl. I just wanted to die from the shame of it all.

Joe then parted my butt cheeks and lubed my anus inside and out. I then felt the nozzle pushed up into me and the water started to flow. Everyone was silent as my belly started to gurgle with the soapy water. After the first bag emptied, Joe attached the second bag. I knew that the bags were filled with at least two quarts of fluid, and so I was going to hold at least six quarts, maybe a little more. As the second bag was filling me, the chain started to go taut and pulled slowly on my tits and clit. I now realized that when my belly was filed completely the chain would pull tight. The cramps kicked in and I started to moan and grown as my tits and clit pulled even more and the pain slowly grew. I almost lost the plug in my mouth as I was groaning. The second bag was now empty and Joe attached the third and the water continued to flow. The only sound in the room was me feeling the pain of my punishment. My clit stung and hurt as it was pulled on and tears rolled down my eyes as I saw my tits stretching toward my swelling belly.

After the third bag was empty, my tummy was huge and looked like it could pop. Joe reached for the plug in my mouth and took it out. Strings of saliva flowed from my mouth, and he took the nozzle from my bottom and quickly inserted the plug. He stood me up and led me to the corner. The chains on me were pulled real tight and the chain disappeared down over my pregnant-looking belly. He stood me in the corner facing the guests. I closed my eyes as I saw all was looking at me. I put my hands under my belly to support it and Joe took them and placed them by my sides. I stood there totally humiliated and in pain. My tummy growled and cramped and my legs shook as they tried to support me. The guests started to talk and mingle around, some just sat and looked at my naked violated body. Joe had lifted my head so that I had to keep it up and not down in my submissive way. I wanted to run to the bathroom and just hide. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

After about fifteen minutes or so Joe led me to the bathroom and bent me over and let me sit on the seat and I was instructed to go. The soapy water gushed from me in waves. He washed the plug and sat it on the counter, then left. The chains started to loosen as my body expelled its waste. Joe was gone for some time and when he returned I was almost done. He then got me up and wiped my bottom and he then placed the plug back into my mouth and started to lead me back out to the living room. My lip was quivering and my legs had a hard time supporting me as I saw the same setup except there was now four full bags hanging from the pole. He pulled me over his lap again and started to spank me hard twenty more times. He then started to fill me up with the fluid again. I was crying real hard as the fourth bag was attached and the water gushed into my already-filled colon. I felt nauseated and I thought I would get sick, but I didn't. Joe had to almost carry me to the corner. This time he bent me over so that my head rested against the two walls and my belly hung down and pulled ever so tight on my tits and clit. My butt was sticking out toward the guests with the plug in my bottom. Joe didn't make me stand there long this time and he took me back to the bathroom. When I was finished, he took off the chains and strapped my belt back on and led me back to the living room. He stood me back in the corner facing the walls, and I stood there like that the rest of the night. Naked with just my chastity belt covering me.

After all the guests were gone, Joe came over and led me to the bedroom. He took my belt off and hugged and kissed me and then put me to bed where he made me cum and cum and he passionately kissed and hugged me and said, "You were a very good girl tonight, dear. I'm so very proud of how you took your punishment." He then brought his head between my legs and took me to sexual heaven. The next day I had an appointment with the doctor where he put a bigger anal plug for me to where with my belt, The tube was also replaced in my bladder at Joe's request. I was to go through two months more of bladder therapy since I had no control. The doctor told Joe that I would only need two more fittings before he would be able to engage in anal sex. So that's why the plugs were increasing in size, so Joe would be able to enter me from the rear, the thought made chills go through me, thinking that his big hard cock would be able to fit in my small anal hole.

I continued to see the doctor for another two months and then my training was complete until Joe thought it necessary to have to retrain me for something. I was a good submissive and our relationship grew. I didn't get a lot of punishments but when I did they were very humiliating ones in front of people. I hated them and tried to be a good girl. after four years I am glad to say that I still love my now husband. I even got married wearing my belt under my wedding dress. I am very devoted to the best master ever.