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Routine

Routine

Early in our marriage, my wife, Tracy, asked me if I had ever experienced receiving enemas. I told her that I remembered my mom giving them to me periodically when I was a young child. These enemas were generally given to relieve constipation. She told me she was given enemas by her mother on a regular basis for general hygiene. Every week on Sunday evening she was given a rather large enema to get her ready for the upcoming week. These enemas started when she was around five years old and continued every week until she was sixteen.

She looked at me with a coy look and said she would like to give me an enema. I agreed and asked if I could give her one in return. She told me that she did not want to receive enemas but she had a great desire to give them to me. That was the start of my Sunday night enema routine, which was actually more like a ritual. Around 8:00 PM, she would take me into the bathroom and administered anywhere from one to three enemas to clean me out for the upcoming week.

When I was clean to her satisfaction, she would take me to bed to cuddle me. Giving me enemas always aroused her, and she would tell me how wet she was. Eventually, I would slip down under the covers and pleasure her orally, which she loved. After she received a strong orgasm, she would massage me with hand lotion and give me a magnificent orgasm that was incredibly intense. We would cuddle some more and fall off to sleep.

Just after our third wedding anniversary, Tracy’s sister Nancy moved in with us because her apartment unit had been damaged by a fire. Nancy was ten years older than Tracy and Tracy was two years older than me. Nancy was a rather imposing woman, much taller than me at five feet ten inches, big-boned, overweight, a dark complexion, and black hair. She was a widow who lost her husband in an auto accident before I knew her, and her loss had given her a sour disposition about life. She was not fun to be with and after a few days of her living with us, I was not too happy. Tracy just insisted I remain patient while Nancy worked out other living arrangements.

Even with Nancy’s presence in our home, my Sunday enema sessions continued. I worried about making noise in the bathroom and inhibited my moaning. However, there was no way to mask the sounds from releasing the enema. Tracy told me not to be such a baby about it. She knew her mother had given Nancy the childhood enema treatment, and Nancy would regard enemas as nothing special.

Six weeks went by and Nancy was making no progress about moving. Tracy and three of her college friends had planned a 10 day cruise in the Mediterranean and then a 10 day excursion in Europe. As she would be leaving on Monday, she wanted to make my Sunday night session quite special for both of us. She gave me four very large enemas before taking me to bed. I could not help moaning for the first time since Nancy lived with us as Tracy made me take extra large volumes. Tracy was quite vocal with her orgasms that night and made sure that I was totally spent at the end of her manual massage. Early Monday, she departed and I remained behind, living with Nancy.

I was surprised when I came home on the following Friday that Nancy had prepared a stir-fry meal and served it with saki. The meal was light and the saki really went to my head, giving me a very pleasant buzz. We had a nice conversation together as we ate, and I felt comfortable with Nancy for the first time. After dinner, I helped her to clear the dishes and with the clean up. While my hands were in the dishwater and Nancy, next to me, drying a glass, she shifted the conversation by saying:

“So tell me about your enemas.”

I felt a hot blush come over me and felt I was trapped. Maybe it was the alcohol that loosen my tongue or maybe because Tracy told me that Nancy was experienced with enemas, but I blurted out:

“Tracy gives me enemas every Sunday the same way you and she got them as girls.”

“Well, I know that,” she said. “I want to know how you like enemas and how you feel about submitting to her treatments.”

I was really blushing as I admitted that I liked submitting to the weekly ritual, I liked the intimacy that came from the sessions, and I liked how it made me feel. She asked if it made me feel submissive to Tracy, and I said “in a way, yes.”

“Finish the dishes and when you dry your hands, bring me the equipment that Tracy uses on you. I will go get the enema things I use, and we can compare. Maybe I will let you give me an enema tonight.”

I felt like a little boy following orders as I retrieved the enema supplies: the red bag, the white tubing, and the little pipe and the douche nozzle. When I came downstairs, Nancy called me from the large bathroom. I entered and found her sitting on the toilet seat, wearing just a white bra and panties. Nancy chuckled when she saw my enema supplies. She pointed to a box next to her and told me to take out her things.

There were two bags, one large, clear, four quart bag and one larger rubber bag that was amber in color that looked like it would expand when filled. She had tubing of different lengths and different diameters, several different nozzles including a very thick black nozzle and a balloon nozzle, a higginson pump, and some other supplies including latex gloves and liquid soap.

“If you are going to give me an enema, then put on these surgical gloves, but first strip down to your undies.” She kicked the door closed and turned the hot water faucet in the tub on high.

“Just throw your clothes in the corner and don’t be so shy. I have seen a man in his undies before. I wanted it nice and steamy in here.”

I felt her eyes on my package when I stood before her and felt additional embarrassment as I could feel my penis begin to engorge. She handed me two latex gloves and I pulled them into place. Nancy picked up a bottle from her box and said, “I need to put this antiseptic on your gloves.”

With that, she squirted the solution over the palms and fingers of both hands and told me to clinch my fists. When I did, my hands were cemented in place; I tried to reopen my hands, but the latex barely stretched. Nancy smiled and said “how do you like the way super glue works on latex gloves? Your hands are now useless. You better do as I say and don’t try to resist me. Right now I have you under my power and I will do what I want to do for you. I am bigger and stronger than you and if you try anything funny I can easily hurt you. With your hands trapped as they are, You can’t even open the door to the bathroom, so you have become my prisoner. Now show me your hands by holding them out to me.”

I held out my hands to her, and she tightly grabbed my right hand with a strong grip. She leaned over to her box of toys and brought out a roll of surgical tape. She wrapped it tightly around my hand, wrist and up my arm. Then she did the same to my left arm. “With the way I’ve tapped you up there is absolutely no way you can free yourself. Nancy has total control over you. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Nancy, you do.” I mumbled.

“Good boy. Do not forget that. Now kneel in front of me. That’s it. Put your hands behind your back. Lean forward and place your face down against my thighs.”

As I did this, she bent over and I heard her rummage through her box. When she sat upright, her hands pressed something over each my eyes that fit into my eye sockets.

“Sit upright now and look at me, Douglas.”

My sight was greatly restricted as I was looking through a think translucent rubbery material. I could make out the blackness of her hair, the flesh tone of her face and shoulders, the white blur of her bra, but I could not see her facial features or things around the bathroom.

“Dougie, how do you like my little invention: thick rubber blinders? You can see enough to walk around the house and find the toilet, but your are appreciably blind. And with your hands secure, there is no way you can remove the rubber disks because they are sealed in place. And Dougie, you will need to find the toilet, because you will be receiving all the enemas. You didn’t think that I would actually let you give one to me, did you? Now stand up so I can inspect you.”

As I stood up, Nancy immediately removed my undies and her hands inspected every inch of my body. She giggled like a little girl as she brought me to full erection. As she had me bend over to inspect my bottom, she said, “Dougie, you are to call me Mommy from now on and nothing else. And when I ask you a question, your reply will always be stated with sweetness in your voice, full of respect for Mommy, and I want to see a loving smile on your face. If you do not reply nicely, you will be punished. For instance, if I say ‘Dougie, do you want Mommy to give your a nice enema?,’ you will lovingly reply ‘Oh yes Mommy, I want you to give me an enema in any way you please.’

“So lets practice. Dougie, do you want Mommy to give your a nice enema?”

“Yes Mommy, that would be nice” I said as I smiled at her blurry face in front of me.

“No, Dougie, not right. I told you to say, ‘Oh yes Mommy, I want you to give me an enema in any way you please.’ Now say it with sweetness, respect, and a loving smile.”

“Oh yes Mommy, I want you to give me an enema in any way you please.”

“That is better, Dougie. But you know I told you that you would be punished. So for punishment, I am going to make you empty both of my enema bags. The clear one holds 4 quarts and the amber bag holds six. Before we are through tonight, you will take at least 10 quarts no matter how many individual enemas it takes.

“Now open your mouth” she said as she slipped out of her panties. She wadded them and stuffed them into my mouth. Immediately I realized that she made sure that the wet crotch was pressed against my tongue as I tasted her vaginal secretions. She took her surgical tape and covered my mouth with several strips of tape to hold her panties in place and make my gag complete. I winced and moaned as she gave my balls a very tight squeeze and pulled me down to my knees. I could hear her filling one of the enema bags at the bathtub and hanging it from the shower head.

“Dougie, we are going to give you a new experience with the Balloon nozzle tonight.”

I felt Mommy spreading my cheeks and inserting one then two lubed fingers into my anus. When she loosened me up to her satisfaction, she removed her fingers and inserted the Balloon.

“I think seven or eight pumps should prevent any leaking back here.” I heard her squeeze the pump and felt the nozzle expand inside of me to the point where I don't think I could take any more.

Mommy came around in front of me and sat on the toilet seat. She pulled my head forward and pressed my nose into the bottoms of black nylon panties she had stepped into.

“Dougie, rest your arms on my thighs and rub your nose over my pantie-covered cuntie. I am going to start your enema now and you are to pleasure me with your nose while you fill. I want you to make my panties soaking wet and you will not get to release your enema until I am satisfied.

“Fill” she said and I felt very hot fluid entering me. I rubbed my nose up and down the crotch of silky panties. As I could only breathe through my nose with the gag in my mouth, I was filled with the fragrance of her sex that was already heady and musky. The enema was filling me rapidly, and I was hit by a sizable cramp, which caused me to pant as it was through my nose.

“Stop” she said and I realized that she clamped the tubing to stop the flow. With both of her hands, Nancy or Mommy, that is, caressed my head as I continued to press my face into her panties. My head was spinning as I was becoming intoxicated by her sexual aromas.

“Fill” and the flow began again. The flow seemed relentless, and I tried to fight the onslaught by contracting my muscles and pressing hard against the Balloon nozzle. Within a few moments, I lost that battle and more hot solution poured into me as my muscles gave in to the pressure of the flow. I began to breathe very hard again and could begin to really sense the moistness in the nylon sliding under my nose.

“Stop” and again the flow stopped. Mommy used both hands to press my face harder into the wetness of her panties and actually began manipulating my entire head for her pleasure. I sensed a change in Mommy’s breathing and then heard some soft moans.

“Fill.” I was breathing quite rapidly even before the flow resumed.

“Stop”

“Fill”

“Stop”

“Fill”

“Stop”

“Fill”

“Stop”

“Fill”

“Stop” Mommy was giving me short bursts by opening the clamp followed by brief rest periods. She was getting so juicy that her panties were sliding all around her bottom as she roughly guided my head where she pleased. My face was wet with her secretions and my breathing was often completely restricted. I could feel sweat running down my sides as her heat, the hot fluid in my gut, and the humidity in the bathroom combined dramatically.

Then, Mommy crushed my head between her thighs as she had an intense orgasm that left her shuddering. “Oohhhhh Dougie, that was soon nice. I am going to have you do that for me when ever I want. It has been so long since I have cum like that. Now, you may sit on the toilet and release your enema for Mommy.”

She rose from the toilet seat and gently guided me to a sitting position. When she deflated the balloon inside of me, the water began to gush from my insides. Mommy pressed my face into her tummy and stroked my back as I released my enema. As the release subsided, I could vaguely see her set up the next bag. When she thought I was through, she cleaned my bottom and guided me to my back on the floor for my second enema.

By the time she started my fourth and final enema, I was feeling quite weak from this extreme session. Mommy had been very clinical about my second and third enema, not talking to me at all and just filling me till she could sense that I had had enough. The third enema seemed as high and full as any enema I had ever received from Tracy, but my rate of release was almost unbearably slow. Now I was on my back again, and Mommy began to massage my tummy as the flow forced its way deep inside of me.

“Dougie, you have been a good good boy for me, and so Mommy has given you a nice enema for this final one. You will start to feel quite relaxed and very happy because I have added a nice medication. Just relax and feel how nice everything is beginning to feel. Valium is such a nice ingredient for soothing enemas and you deserve to feel good right now.

“Let me tell you a little about me. When I was married to Bob, it wasn't long before I had him under my complete control. Dougie, I made Bob my slave. He was completely enslaved to me, not just a submissive hubby. He was my slave and I was his Mistress. And of course, I used enemas all the time because I could totally dominate him during enema sessions. I also employed all forms of bondage and discipline. By our first anniversary, he was totally under my control and power.

“And now, Dougie, I am going to enslave you. You will become a total slave to your Mommy and a total slave to your Mistress Tracy. I have had many talks with Tracy explaining the process of enslaving a husband and tried to convince her of all the advantages that having a slave entails. I finally convinced her to allow me to enslave you, and the day she agreed was the day I moved in. Her cruise and trip to Europe were all set up to give me two weeks to take over your life. I promised her that when she returns, she will be your Mistress and you will be our slave. Mistress Tracy and Mommy Nancy.

“Stay on the floor as the final few ounces of your enema fills you. Lie on your back and relax. The nice Balloon nozzle will hold all the fluid in place. You will retain this enema for 30 minutes to let your medication take full effect. I am going to step away for a bit and get a few things ready for the rest of the night. Be a good boy for me, I’ll be back soon.”

At this stage after the first three enemas, I could not tell if more fluid was still filling me or if the fourth enema had finished. All I knew was that I was very full, and wondered how much I had taken. I was just happy that I was not cramping. The pantie gag was soaked and caused me to swallow and swallow as it seemed that my saliva production was at a maximum level. I tried to look around the room, but everything was completely out of focus. I was trying to discern if I could feel the drug Mommy had put into the solution but did not feel any real effect. All I could do is lie there and wait for her return.

When the bathroom door finally opened, Mommy stood right over me, and I could tell she was dressed in black. I heard her clamp off the enema, and she crouched over me. She started massaging my tummy and caressing my face with her hands.

“Dougie, I am going to help you to the toilet so you can release.” With her strong arms, she helped me get to my knees and then helped me to sit on the porcelain bowl. “Slaves do not sit on the toilet seat, that is only for your Mommy and Mistress.”

She released the valve on the Balloon pump, and the enema began to flow slowly from me. Mommy held my head against the soft fabric of her night gown that covered her tummy, and rubbed my back tenderly as I drained. She softly murmured about how good I had been taking her enemas, what a good boy I was, and how she was going to take such good care of me.

“Dougie, that is about enough time for your release. Let me help you lie back down on the floor. I am going to remove your gag now, but you are not to speak. You may not speak to me ever without me first asking you a direct question or giving your permission to speak. If you ever speak without permission, you will be severely punished. Do you understand? Nod your head yes if you do.”

I nodded, and Mommy peeled away the tape and pulled the dripping panties from my mouth.

“Oh, Dougie, you made my panties so nice and slick.” She squeezed some of the dripping saliva over my flaccid penis and balls and started stroking me to attention. “See what nice natural lubricant your mouth can make? I don't know why, but gagging a man while giving enemas always produces this perfect lube. I will love this lube when you pleasure me orally during future enema sessions. Now I am going to diaper your bottom because we don’t really know if you have completely released.”

Mommy had me lift my bottom and placed two think cloth diapers under me. When she pinned them tightly, she had me shift again to pull a pair of rubber panties over the diaper.

“Now to your feet, Dougie. I am taking my boy to bed tonight.”

I could tell that she was slipping out of her panties as she used my shoulder for support. She pulled the panties over my head through the leg openings and pulled them down to my neck. She maintained a firm hold on them and pulled me forward. She opened the bathroom door and guided me through the cool night air toward her bedroom. Mommy helped me into her bed and had be get down under the covers.

“Dougie, I want you to give me some wonderful pleasure with your tongue and show me what a wonderful slave boy you are and how much you love your Mommy.”

Mommy slipped into bed and settled down with her legs spread around me. Again, she pulled on my pantie collar to bring my head right up to her essence. I immediately began to do my best to pleasure her. Mommy’s vagina was very hairy, very moist, and very hot. Her fragrance was overpowering. I licked, kissed, nuzzled, and sucked, and soon had Mommy moaning softly. Before long, I could feel her entire vagina begin to pulse and quake, and Mommy cried out in the throes of her orgasm. She went on and on before she finally clamped my head tightly between her thighs indicating she could take no more.

At this stage, I tried to rub my eyes against her thigh in an effort to see if I could dislodge one or both of the rubber blinders that she had positioned within my eye sockets. No luck. They were really sealed in place.

As Mommy relaxed her thighs, it hit me how good I was feeling. Ahhh, the Valium. I was in heaven. My face was slick with Mommy’s juices, and her fragrance and taste overwhelmed me. I put my arms around Mommy’s waist and rested my face in her hairy bush as I held her gently. I almost sighed out loud but quickly refrained to avoid any sign of speaking.

Mommy finally stirred a bit and got out of bed. I could sense she headed to the bathroom and could hear her pee then flush the toilet. When she returned to the bedroom, she turned on a light and pulled the blanket and sheet off of me.

“Lie on your back, Dougie.” Mommy had her surgical tape and took my right arm and held it next to my thigh. She wrapped three or four layers of tape around my thigh and wrist to hold my arm against me. She did the same thing with my left wrist to left thigh. Now my arms were disabled as well as my hands. Then, she pulled my legs together and wrapped several layers of tape around my ankles. I must admit, the way the Valium had hit me, I really did not care about the security of her bondage.

“For your final training, Dougie, I have a posture collar for you to wear. During your training, or any other time Mommy chooses, you will be locked in this collar. During your training, the only time I will remove it is when your are required to perform cunnilingus.” She pulled her panties from my neck and positioned them over my face. Then, she locked the collar around my neck. It was very severe and I could not move my head in any way, neither up or down nor side to side.

Mommy slipped back into bed and pulled my back against her tummy. “You will love it when Mommy allows you to sleep with her. She loves to spoon. Good night my little slave boy. Sleep well.” She kissed my ear with her tongue and lips and blew softly into it to give me chills all over my body.

Mommy held me tightly to her with one arm under my neck and the other around my waist. Her breathing began to get heavy and it wasn’t long before I could tell that she was asleep. On the other hand, I was totally awake, feeling wonderfully high, and very excited. Mommy’s sexual fragrance was enveloping me as her secretions were drying on my face. and I breathed through her moist panties. Her body heat and soft femininity against my back were very tender but uncomfortable at the same time. Mommy would occasionally stir and reposition herself but she seemed sound asleep.

My left arm was under me as I was on that side, and soon began to feel numb where I could not feel the fingers in my left hand. I tried to flex my right hand but had no success. The posture collar was so rigid that my neck began to ache, and the rest of my body started to rebel and ache.

Then the feeling of being diapered began to intrude into my thoughts. The rubber panties seemed to retain the heat from my body, and the thick layers of cloth between my legs created an itchy feeling in my genitals. Before long, I began to realize an increasing urge to pee. I knew that sensation would make it very difficult for me to fall asleep. The sensations from the Valium were wonderful but made me fearful about my ability to concentrate on holding my pee, and I started to worry about loosing control.

Suddenly, I could feel a new, heavy pressure in my gut and realized that some fluid from my enema was ready for release. I started to breathe in short, shallow pants without actually panting in effort to relieve the pressure. It didn’t take long for me to realize that that was not working and that there would be no way I could hold out much longer. As I surrendered by relaxing my sphincter, all I could hope for was that my release would not be noisy or smell strong. The wetness soon enveloped my buns and crotch, and with that feeling, I released my bladder.

I felt totally disgusted with myself and embarrassed. When Mommy took me to bed, I could not have felt more happy and alive; I was certain that I would keep my diaper dry. Now I was totally humiliated. As I lay there in my wetness, I could feel the heat gradually dissipate. I could not suppress my anxiety as my thoughts raced of how Mommy would react.

Time dragged on as I realized that there would be no sleep for me this night. I tried hard to perceive the onset of morning, hoping to see the bedroom lighten with the dawn, but only darkness prevailed. Mommy shifted next to me and began to snore loudly. I was finally able to adjust my position by rolling on my back. All I could do was lie next to her in my bondage, stare upward at the dark ceiling, and focus on the saturated diaper that encompassed me. Time dragged on as minutes turned into hours.

Eventually, Mommy’s sleep began to get more restless. She threw an arm over me and held me tightly around the waist. Then she began to stir and propped herself on one elbow as she slowly awakened. Realizing I was next to her, she pulled me very tightly and began to caress my legs with her leg. She removed the panties from my face and began kissing me very deeply with her tongue. As she kissed me, Mommy lifted her entire body over me and pressed me into the mattress with her full weight, which made me feel completely helpless and under her control.

“Oh, Dougie. You are my are my baby boy. Tell me, did you use your diaper like a good boy for your Mommy?”

What do I say? I know she is asking me a direct question and expected a loving answer. How would she react?

“Oh yes my lovely Mommy, your Dougie soaked his diaper. The enema was still in me and came out, and I also peed in my diaper.”

“Good, good baby boy. That’s why Mommy diapered you. She knows what you need and how to take care of you. I will change you and clean you up in a bit, but Mommy wants to cuddle you some more.”

Mommy began again with kissing me deeply and rocked me under her as she pressed her pelvis into my diaper. She kissed me in a way that first forced her breath into my lungs then sucked the air back from me. Her hands caressed my face and rubbed softly over the rubber blinders in my eyes. I was completely under her control. She knew exactly how to use her power over me and draw out my submissiveness.

She finally shifted off of me and said, “Mommy wants you to suckle her breasts, Dougie.” She pulled up her night gown exposing her breasts and pulled my head to her as she settled on her side. Her large nipple was quite erect as I softly suckled and toyed it with my tongue. She held my head tightly and we both were in heaven.

“I have to pee, Dougie. That was so wonderful” Mommy said as she pulled away from me and pushed me on my back. She sat up and then straddled me sitting on my tummy with her full weight.

“mmmm, you made Mommy so wet again.” I could feel her moving her hand down to her vagina, touching herself. She then spread the wetness from her fingers under my nose, giving me her intoxicating fragrance to breathe.

Then she climbed out of bed, saying, “don’t go anywhere, Dougie. Think about your Mommy while she is gone, and think about what might be in her plans for you today. Let your mind run wild, because Mommy will want to know what you have been thinking about when she returns. Now lift your head up a little.”

I heard Mommy clasp a chain to my collar, and she pushed my head back down. She apparently tightened the chain for when she told me to lift up again, I could only raise my head an inch or two. She then moved to the foot of the bed and wrapped a belt around my legs where she had my ankles taped together. She tightly secured the belt to the base of the bed so I could not bend or move. I tried to squirm but could not as my arms were taped to my thighs, my posture collar was chained to the headboard, and my legs were tied firmly to the foot. All I could to is stare at the ceiling through my translucent rubber blinders.

I could tell that Mommy was rummaging around her dresser and then came back to the bed. She inserted ear buds in my ears and suddenly my head was filled with explosive white noise. Mommy lifted my head as much as possible then wrapped the black night gown she had been wearing around my head. Over the layers of her nightie, she apparently pulled her panty over my head to hold everything in place.

I lie there with the roaring white noise mercilessly filling my head to where no other sound could be heard. I was breathing through several layers of nylon and my face began to perspire. Mommy’s sexual fragrance still filled my senses. I could talk and call for help but understood the consequences if I did. My body started to ache again as I was securely bound in bed, and I was beginning to have a strong urge to pee again.

Then I remembered that Mommy told me she wanted to have me tell her about what I thoughts about what she would do to me. I began to think of the fantasies I had about submitting to women or to Tracy that I had never expressed outside of my head. Which ones could I divulge to Mommy and which ones were too secret or too severe to possibly leave the realm of fantasy and enter the realm of reality if Mommy liked the concept.

Time continued to drag on. I started to really begin to ache all over and the loud white noise was beginning to take away my ability to even think. As the happiness of the drug had worn off, I found myself getting rather angry at my predicament. Where is Mommy Nancy? How long is she going to leave me this way? I want to call out, I want to scream. All I can do is raise my butt a few inches off the bed or move my pelvis slightly side to side.

And I have to pee again. Damn, oh well, there is no reason to hold back; just let it flow. My diaper began to feel warm again as I peed quite a bit. Can I really let my submissive fantasies flow and surrender to Mommy? Should I tell her that this is gone too far and I am not going to let her enslave me ever? I tried to understand my feelings of submission versus the rebellion inside of me that was going against my desire to submit. I had had submissive fantasies that I could never quite share with Tracy. Should I let go and allow Mommy Nancy to take me there?

All of a sudden, I felt the belt being removed from my ankles. Mommy!!! She cut the tape that had bound my legs together and immediately started pulling down my rubber pantie. Finally, she quickly secured each ankle spread quite far apart before removing my diaper. The cool air in the room flowed over my bottom and genitals. I could feel her cleaning my skin with a damp clothe.

Mommy poured something over my penis, a lotion, and started bringing me to attention. Her hands were so skillful that within a few seconds the sensations overwhelmed me. I could not focus on anything other than the stimulation I was receiving and soon needed to cum very badly.

Mommy seemed to have different plans. She knew exactly how to keep me so close without bringing me off. I was panting and writhing under her touch but could only lie there and take all that she wanted me to take. My mind was going delirious. I could hear nothing other than the intense white noise, I could see nothing under the layers of her nylon hood, I could not move in my extreme bondage. I could still smell the fragrance of her feminine essence, and every part of my being cried out for my desire to explode. At that moment, something deep inside of me told me that Mommy had me, controlled me, owned me. Mommy had won. I would surrender to her for wherever she wanted to take me. I would be her slave. Hers forever.

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