My visit to Sabrina

I had been seeing Sabrina for several months and we seemed to be growing a good relationship. So I was totally unprepared for what happened when I went over to her apartment tonight. We had been doing our own version of a weigh watcher's program, and it was usual for us to weigh in occasionally, and was therefore not surprised when she announced it was time to weigh in. I was totally not ready for her reaction, though, when the scale revealed that I had gained 3 pounds since my last weigh-in.

"Oh my, you've been BAD!, you've GAINED 3 pounds, and in just a week!"

"Well, I sort of pigged out," I replied.

"I GUESS YOU DID!" she replied. "You need to get serious about what we're doing."

"I’m serious, you always have ups and downs when you're trying to lose weight."

"OH? I have been making my weight goals regularly, but why is it OK for you to go off your plan? And yet you say you're serious about it"

I had no reply and just sat there looking at her. Finally, she said, "I think you need an attitude adjustment, mister. And I know just how to straighten you out."

When she led me into the bedroom, of course, I was expecting a rousing session of sex play. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case, even though she told me to undress. I still thought things were OK but then things started to turn. She wasn't undressing. When I looked at her quizzically and inquired why she wasn't undressing, she replied that she wasn't going to and that she had other plans for me and they didn't include having sex. When I tried to press her for details, she just said "You'll find out soon enough." What kind of "surprise" does she have in store for me?

When I had finished undressing, she pointed to the bed and told me, "Down on the bed." I obediently complied and it wasn't until I got onto the bed that I noticed she had attached leather cuffs to the bedposts. "Wait a minute, what are you trying to do?" I protested.

"You'll find out," she said, as she pushed me back onto the bed, and immediately started to handcuff me. I wanted to resist her, but she has an iron will, and right now she was having one of her iron-willed moments, and as I would discover later, I foolishly let her strap me down.

After she had finished and checked the restraints to make sure I was securely bound, she said, "You're going to pay for the 3 pounds that you gained last week. I think this will convince you how serious I am about our program."

" I can already see that you're serious," I said. "I don't need any more convincing of that."

"Sorry, but I have a hard time believing that" she said. "You need to convince me that you are serious and the only way you’ll understand what I mean is for me to is to show you what happens when you don’t take our agreement seriously, and I intend to do it right here and right now!"

I tried to plead my case, but Sabrina's mind was made up but I was helpless to resist, and had no choice but to go along with her. She left me the bed and went into the bathroom. After two minutes she emerged from the bathroom carrying a very full red enema bag.

As soon as I saw the bag, I realized that our time together would not be pleasant

"Now, my dear, it's time to purge all that extra food you ate. "You can't be serious!" I said. There’s no way you’re gonna give me an enema.

As she hung the bulging red bag from one of the bedposts and said, "Oh, I am quite serious. And I have you exactly where I want you. In fact, you will get three enemas tonight, one for each pound you gained, I'm running this show now, so you’re going to take them all exactly as I decide. I will enforce the rules starting right now, with the first rule being that you must take this whole bag and hold it until I decide to let you release it. Since you have no say in the matter, you might just as well make yourself as comfortable as you can."

Next, she attached a huge balloon double nozzle, saying, "This is one of my trophies that I got when I was working as a nurse. You'll discover just how effective it is in making sure you hold every last drop of your enemas," she said, smiling. Then she pulled on a pair of examination gloves and proceeded to lube up the nozzle.

"Take a deep breath, here it comes!" she said as she deftly pushed the nozzle into me. I clearly was not ready for this invasion, but it happened so quickly I never had time to protest.

"There!" she said as she got it fully implanted. Then she started to inflate the inside balloon. I could feel the fullness of it inflating. After about the 4th squeeze I began to feel full, and said "Please turn it off."

"I haven't even turned it on yet," she said. "That's just the balloon inflating inside of you. And thanks for reminding me. I don't want to hear you say, 'turn it off,' or anything like that during your enema. I am a trained professional and I am fully capable of deciding when it's necessary to stop. And if you insist on telling me how I should be giving you your enemas, I'll add another 5 minutes to the time you'll have to hold it. Understand?

I asked you a question."

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. I don't want to hear you say anything more then. Remember who’s in charge here and makes all the decisions regarding your enema. You will speak only if I want you to, do you understand? Then you won't get yourself into any more trouble."

This is getting intense. I am seeing a side of Sabrina that I never expected, and I am beginning to wonder why I agreed to this treatment, but there's little I can do but endure the humiliation.

Without any further ado, she released the clamp and started the enema. The water ran into me and when I started cramping, I writhed and wiggled to avoid having to ask her to stop. After five minutes, Sabrina closed the clamp and said "well, you did a wonderful job taking the full 2 quarts all at once. I really liked watching the way you wiggled and twisted as you took it, you’ve obviously had a few enemas before this. That wasn't so hard now, was it? All you need to do now is hold it for 10 minutes so it can do its work."

Then we can get on with the next one.” It might have looked easy, but I was ready to go to the toilet to release. I waited for her to release me from the bed. As I got up, Sabrina cuffed my wrists behind my back, then said, "OK, so now let’s go potty like a good boy." She led me to the bathroom with the balloon nozzle dangling between my legs like a tail. Before I sat down on the toilet, she reached between my legs and pulled the nozzle's tail forward, then told me to sit down. As I sat, she placed the nozzle's two inflator bulbs on the seat in front of me. "There, now you’ve got 4 balls!" she said jokingly. “I like to have my patients sit on the toilet for a few more minutes while their enemas percolate down.”

Well, it certainly was percolating down, and it created an enormous urge to expel, but with the balloon nozzle still firmly implanted in my rear, I couldn't do it. The reason for the handcuffs became obvious too, With my hands cuffed behind my back, I couldn't reach the nozzle's inflator bulbs literally inches away from me. In fact, I couldn’t do anything but just sit on the toilet and suffer. It turned out that she let me off the bed after 5 minutes but planned to keep me in this position on the toilet for additional 5, which turns out to be way more uncomfortable. She left me alone in the bathroom so I could contemplate my situation. I sat there helplessly staring at those damned inflator bulbs for at least 6 or 7 minutes before Sabrina came back and finally released the balloon double nozzle to let me expel.

Water came out of me for at least five minutes. Finally, Sabrina said, "Time for your next enema. Since you took your last one so easily, I think we should make this one 3 quarts."

"Wait a minute, don't you think I've had enough?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," she replied. "I already told you that you have to take three enemas, one for each pound you gained, and we're only up to your second one. Now stop arguing with me. Otherwise, you’ll get a fourth enema!”

"Yeah, but who made that rule?"

"Well, I did of course," she replied. "And since you're just where I want you, we play by my rules, period."

"I think I'm gonna leave"

“Oh really? And just what are you planning to wear?”

I looked around and didn't see my clothes where I had left them. Sabrina had obviously hidden them.

"Oh, aren't we sneaky," I said. "Well, it's not gonna be as easy getting me back onto the bed as it was the first time."

"Oh, I have ways," she replied, grinning.

"And they are?.."

"One of my girlfriends lives upstairs with her husband. All it will take is one phone call and they will be right down here to help."

I wasn't sure if she was bluffing, but it was an awkward situation. If they were to just come down, it would be bad enough just meeting them in my current state. And I would be embarrassed tenfold to have them taking part in Sabrina's humiliation of me.

Reluctantly, I said, "It looks like you've got me over a barrel."

Sabrina smiled and said "Yes, I certainly do; you are absolutely right. So get over here on the bed for your next enema. Remember, this one will be three quarts, and you're gonna need to hold it for 15 minutes. I should make you hold it longer after this last disagreement, so be happy I won't."

Knowing what was in store for me, I reluctantly got onto the bed and let her strap me down.

"You know," she said, "I was kind of looking forward to seeing Lucy and Jack tonight. If in fact, I was almost sure I'd need to have them come down to help me control you. Maybe I'll just invite them down anyways. You took your first enema so well, I think they'd probably like seeing how well you can take your second and third."

"Oh no, please don't do that!"

"And why not?"

"I promise I will obey and do everything you say."

"I'm going to remember that and hold you to it."

As she was prepping me for my next enema, Sabrina said:

"You've had a few enemas before, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, a few," I replied.

"Lots of enema nurses too?"

"UMM, yeah"

"How many?"

"Probably 15 or 20."

"Wow! Are you serious?"

"Yes"

"Well, I could tell by your behavior that you've had a few enemas in your past. So in spite of all your protesting, you really don't mind this so much then, do you?"

"I do mind, especially when I am strapped down and bound and get filled like you're doing to me right now."

"Awww, poor boy! Well, all I can say is you're gonna mind some more, because enema number two is waiting in the bag and it’s all ready for you."

And with that, she opened the clamp on the tubing and the water rushed in again. Immediately the cramping started, and I had all I could do to take it. Mindful of Sabrina's order and the resulting consequences of asking for a stop, I threw caution to the winds and blurted out "slower, please." That brought a stinging rebuke, "Remember what a stop means?" I panted, "Yes but I NEED you to slow down or stop PLEASE!"

"Nope. You'll just have to endure it as best you can. Otherwise, we could be here all night. You know, I really do think Lucy and Jack might enjoy this. I'm gonna call and invite them down."

"Can't you please go slower?"

"OK but it's gonna cost you another 5 minutes."

And with that Sabrina picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Shucks, it's busy" she said putting down the phone.

"Why are you trying so hard to humiliate and embarrass me?" I asked.

"Oh come on. With all the enemas you've had, you shouldn't be embarrassed! Besides, you don't know them and you'll probably never see them again."

"So, are we ready to resume your enema?"

"Yes"

"That's not how you ask. Address your Mistress and make a proper request"

"Mistress Sabrina, will you please resume giving my enema?"

"AH! That's much better! You learn quickly! Just remember. that cost you another five minutes on the clock.

And the flow resumed. It wasn't too long until I had taken the full three quarts. Now I had to deal with holding it for 20 minutes.

I had hoped that Sabrina would not make me sit on the toilet for 15 minutes while I was holding this enema, However, she got me up from the bed after 5 minutes, put the handcuffs on me, and led me into the bathroom. As before, the balloon inflator bulbs were placed next to my cock and, as before, I was left alone to sit there contemplating my situation for the next 20 minutes. I was in agony as waves of cramps swept through me. Finally the nozzle was released.

It took almost 20 minutes for the 3 quarts to come out.

After two enemas, I was feeling really stressed, and I told Sabrina that I just couldn't tolerate the next enema which would be a full gallon. But she wouldn't budge. "Remember my rules; you must take all three enemas before we're finished. Those are the rules for tonight's session and we never change them in mid-session."

"But it's a gallon now. I can't hold that much."

"Nonsense, " she replied. "In nurse's training, they taught that the average adult's bowels could hold 7 quarts. And I think every man should get a few big enemas like you're gonna get next so they'd know what we women have to go through every month. so just suck it up and don't complain And since we've mostly cleaned you out already. you shouldn't have any problem taking a gallon now."

"No way! I'm leaving! I'm going to find my clothes and get out of here."

"You won't find them in here. I guarantee you."

I was really upset now. I can't leave while I am stark naked and Sabrina is adamant about giving me another even larger enema. I'm trapped. The only thing I can do is refuse to take the enema, and hopefully she'll get tired of waiting. When I tell her that I refuse to take another enema, all she said was. "Is that so? We'll see about that. Remember the promise you made before your last enema that you'd obey me and do anything that I told you to? Well, guess what? It's time for you to fulfill that promise now."

She picked up her phone and made a call. "Hello, Lucy? Can you and Jack come down to my place for a while? I need your help for a few minutes."

I just stood there almost frozen in fear. She's calling the cavalry!

"Wait.. wait a minute. We don't need to involve your neighbors in this. Call them back and tell them never mind."

"It’s too late. They're already on the way down,” she replied, just as there was a knock at the door.

I ran into the bedroom as Sabrina let Lucy and Jack in. I wanted to barricade myself in somewhere but couldn't find a place.

But it was too late, Sabrina had let Jack and Lucy in and ushered them into the bedroom, "Lucy and Jack, meet Charlie. He's the reason I called you. He's being a bad boy and doesn't want to finish taking the enema I’m giving him, but he won't cooperate so I need you to help me restrain him so I can give it to him."

At this point I was so embarrassed I wanted to just shrivel up and disappear. The only way I could salvage what little dignity I had left was to cooperate with Sabrina.

"OK you win," I said, and laid down on the bed.

"OK, first we need to strap him down," Sabrina said to her two helpers, and in less than a minute I was securely bound to the table. She sent Lucy into the bathroom with instructions to fill the bag with hot water all the way to the top. Lucy came back into the room as Sabrina was preparing to insert the balloon nozzle into me again.

Lucy asked, "Sabrina, what kind of thing is that?"

Sabrina decided to add to my humiliation by telling me to answer Lucy's question.

"Ummm it's a balloon nozzle. It's used to give high-volume enemas. When it's inflated, the two balloons on it seal my butt tight so that nothing leaks out." Lucy watched as Sabrina finished anchoring it and giving the nozzle a good tug to make sure it was firmly implanted.

Apparently, Lucy was impressed because she said to Jack, "Hey Jack maybe we should get one of these for you." Jack just grunted.

I was supremely humiliated with everyone around me watching the intimate preparations for my enema. I was hoping that Sabrina would tell them they could go back upstairs, but she didn't and they didn't show any signs of wanting to leave.

Sabrina humiliated me even more now, as she attached the tubing to the nozzle and started the enema. Apparently, Jack and Lucy had never seen anybody getting an enema before, because they kept asking things like how long it would take, how would I expel it, what else would I have to do. and so on. Sabrina was getting her payback big time for my lack of cooperation by making me answer all their questions.

For a final humiliating touch, Sabrina made me ask her to start my enema while Lucy and Jack were still there. Once again, the clamp on the tubing was opened and the fluid rushed in. Again, I began cramping from the enema and tried to wiggle them away, but I could barely squirm as Sabrina's helpers had been quite aggressive tightening the cuffs when they strapped me down. I tried to move as much as I could to alleviate the cramps, but another stop was inevitable. "Please stop," I said.

"What did I tell you about asking?" demanded Sabrina

I tried to correct myself: "Please, Mistress Sabrina stop my enema?"

"That's better," she replied as she stopped the flow. "But this is still going to cost you another 10 minutes."

I took a few deep breaths and as the cramps subsided, I asked Sabrina to please start my enema. Obviously Jack and Lucy were still paying close attention because they asked why we had stopped and what was the significance of the "10 minutes" remark. This enema was turning into the worst one I ever had to take because of my audience. I wished they would leave, but Sabrina is apparently enjoying my extra humiliation from their presence. Is she going to wait till the end of my session before she asks them to leave? If they come into the bathroom with me, it would be the ultimate humiliation, especially because in addition to being fully exposed, I would be handcuffed as well.

Apparently, after you've taken a 2-quart and then a 3-quart enema, you really do get cleaned out, because I think I have taken most of the gallon now. I feel very full and Sabrina announces that the bag is just about empty. I have mixed feelings now I am going to get off the bed, but the thought of sitting on the toilet while I am holding all this water, and then doing it with Jack and Lucy watching makes my blood boil.

Finally Sabrina releases the cuffs and lets me stand up to go to the bathroom. As Sabrina puts the handcuffs on me, Jack and Lucy take note of that too.

"Why are you doing that?" Jack asks.

"Charlie, answer Jack's question."

"She makes me hold the enema for 20 minutes. She puts the handcuffs on me to enforce the time because I can't use my hands to release the nozzle before the time is up."

Finally, Sabrina mercifully suggests that there's nothing much left to see and Jack and Lucy might as well go back upstairs. After exchanging a few goodbyes, they finally leave.

Sabrina and I are finally alone. I told her, "Well, you can certainly be very Machiavellian. You really put me through the wringer, bringing your neighbors in to assist. I have to hand it to you though. Having them here was really humiliating, but I guess I asked for it.

"And you're not going to thank Mistress for this session?”