MARGO’S FIRST COLONIC

I’m nervous as I ring the doorbell. I start to look around nervously, wondering if neighbors know why I’m here. I think maybe I should just leave. But I want to meet Miss Sarah, know what she does….well, I know what she does, but I want to experience it for myself. But why? I know why. It’s why I’m so singularly turned on by anything anal. I was brought up this way, trained, or groomed as some say today. It’s how I get off, pretty much the only way I do these days.

The door opening jars me, and a beautiful older woman smiles brightly at me. She is wearing a tight white blouse and skirt, heels, and a single strand of white pearls. “Margo!” she exclaims, brightly. “How wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Me too” I say meekly, though my legs begin to tremble a bit. I look down to the floor in embarrassment.

“Come in , dear” Miss Sarah says, taking my hand gently but firmly. “I’m all set up for you” she says, and begins leading me down a long narrow hallway , and we enter a closed room. My mouth falls open as everything she has told me about this room is there…a spanking bench, various paddles and whips hanging on the wall, and a long examining table flanked by the large machine which I recognize immediately as the colonic.

“Put your clothes over here” Miss Sarah instructs, pointing to a chair in the corner. “Everything,” she says, looking deep into my eyes, “bra, panties, everything” she adds, in case I didn’t get her initial meaning. She stands back and watches me, waiting, and I know I’m expected to undress in front of her. I sigh, resigned, and begin unbuttoning my blouse. I can feel her eyes burning into me, enjoying peeking as I undress. I leave my bra and panties on until the end, then unhook my bra and my breasts swing free. I think there’s a bit of a smirk from her, but I can’t be sure. I turn towards her, and she is still staring at me, and I know that she demands that the last of my modesty be removed. I’ve purposely worn my simple silk white panties with delicate flowers. I had chosen them days before specifically for this moment. I had been aroused when I saw them in the store; I wanted something new just for this day. When I tried them on at home that night, fantasizing about undressing in front of her, I was so aroused that I had to finger myself through the silk fabric in front of the mirror, imaging I was doing it in front of her. That imagine came back to me at this moment: my arousal at undressing in front of Miss Sarah, and I could feel the familiar tingle between my legs, which embarrassed me and made my cheeks flush.

“Off with them” she ordered, and I did slip my panties down, humiliated that I was already obviously wet in front of her. Her gaze focused on my neatly shaved pussy for several minutes, and I’m sure she could tell about my arousal, though I squeezed my legs together as tightly as I could without falling. Her gaze continued upwards towards my naked breasts. “Turn around” she said, twirling her finger at me. I was thankful to hide my femininity for a moment. Bu then I could feel her behind me, and her hand rested slightly on my bottom cheeks. I could smell her light perfume. I could hear her breathing, so closely behind me. I began to shake. Her arm wrapped around my waist. “Don’t be scared, Margo. This will be good for you. You need it, badly. You want it, badly. Admit that.” “Yes” I stammered, feeling her hand on my abdomen,, gently stroking it, stroking me, sliding up towards my breasts, over them, cupping each one gently, as my nipples hardened in response and my breathing quickened. I had to spread my legs wider to keep from falling over. Her head rested against mine and slowly, oh so slowly, her hand began to slide down my abdomen. And I knew where it was headed. I closed my eyes and my breathing was harder. But her hand glided oh so gently over my pussy, but didn’t stop there, onward down the top of my thighs, and then pausing, and again so slowly upwards again, this time inside my thighs. I began to moan, leaning my head back towards Miss Sarah. Her fingers danced upwards, but once again they just grazed and traced my pussy lips, wet with my passionate dew, before she withdrew her hand. “Ahhh” I complained, knowing that she had decided to tease me, edge me along. I grabbed her arm, spread my legs wider and tried to guide her hand between my lovebox, but she jerked it away with a commanding “No! Not yet, Margo. First we have to clean you out! You know that. Now get over here!”

She led me to the spanking bench, grabbed both of my arms and strapped them in so I was bent over the bar. Then she grabbed each of my ankles and strapped them wide. She stood in front of me and I watched as she slid her panties off from underneath her skirt, folded them neatly. She clamped my nose shut with her one hand, while the other slid her panties into my open and waiting mouth. I could smell and taste her lovebud immediately, and I wondered whether she, too, had masturbated in her panties before my arrival today.

“Since you are being a naughty little one, you’ll get a good hard paddling,” she said, walking over to the wall and pulling down a large wooden paddle from its hook. 20 strokes ought to get you compliant and submissive, don’t you think? I muffled something that she couldn’t have understood, but it was a “Yes, Mistress.” For I knew that no question should not be answered. She patted the back of my bottom with paddle lightly, so that I could feel its strength and sturdiness. It was solid. “And so we will begin with one” she announced before giving my right cheek a hard SWAT! “Ooomph” I gagged. “Followed my another” SWAT on my left cheek “Oooomph!” I gagged again. The swats actually brought tears welling in my eyes and heavy breathing. I couldn’t imagine getting 18 more! “And then there were three little piggies!” she said, with another wallop right between my two cheeks SWAT! My ass was already hot before she began a series of 3 more SWATS on each cheek, followed my three more atop the crevasse between them. “AHHHHHHJ” I wailed, as tears welled up more. After the final eight, tears streamed down my cheeks and I was wimpering.

As she removed her panties gag from my mouth, she asked “Are we going to be a good little girl now, an obedient patient?” “Yes Mistress Sarah” I cried, nodding vigorously. “I thought you’d see it my way” she chuckled, unbuckling my restraints and leading me to the table. “Hop up, on your back.” It stung when my hot red paddled ass settled onto the table, but I laid back. She took my right ankle and placed it up onto the metal stirrup, strapping it into place. Then she did the same with my left ankle. With this position, my ass was slightly raised up, my puckered rectum in full view, along with my wet, open pussy lips. Then she grabbed both of my wrists and restrained them over my head so that my breasts poked high into the air. There I was, stretched out, naked, vulnerable, open to whatever she had planned. And I knew what that was, since we had talked about it for weeks beforehand when she found out I was interested in enemas and things. Her “thing” was high colonics, which were more like enemas on steroids.

She pulled the hose from the machine and I watched as she attached a large silver metal dildo onto the end of it, though this one had a large hold drilled in it. The warm enema water would flow through there forcefully into me until I was so full I couldn’t take any more, and then after retaining in for several minutes, it would flow out through machine. She greased the dildo nozzle and her hand slipped between my legs to my anus. I felt her greased finger slide into my ass, swirl about. It felt good. I wanted her to press her hand against my pussy, my clit, too, but she was focused on my anus. After a minute, she slid her two fingers out and I could feel the cold steel of the dildo pressing against my anus. “Deep breath now, Margo” she said, and I inhaled while I felt the cold, slender tip of the dildo slide into my ass. Then more of it slid in, then more, wider, and wider still. I gasped “OHHH” “Shush!” She ordered, “It’s almost all in.” And then I felt the full length and width pass through my anus as it clamped shut over the narrower outer end. I’d had big dicks inside my ass before, but this was one of the biggest, widest, and hardest ones ever! It made me feel fuller than ever, more violated than ever, and it wasn’t coming out anytime soon. I knew that. “Good girl” she said, as she rubbed my belly and chest, breasts, and tugged a little at my nipples. “My, somebody’s excited, aren’t they” she smiled. And then she traced her fingers downwards, along my wet pussy lips, her finger tips just slightly dipping into my hot, wet pussy, making me gasp. “Not yet, darling” she chuckled. “Let’s clean you up first.”

With that, she stood up and turned towards the machine. A flick of a few switches and I heard a slight hum and saw the hose spring to life. Moments later a warm rush of water invaded my asshole, at first like a large enema, but the water kept pumping in, more forcefully than any enema I’ve had before. It felt warm, nice, but very filling. She began to rub my belly with warm oils, which was nice, and I could feel my abdomen swell with the water streaming into me. I was getting bigger, fatter, fuller. The pressure on my pussy, my clit, my g spot was intense. Everything was being pressed, gently, warmly. Her fingers were toying with my nipples now, and I felt like tears of joy were starting to stream down my cheeks. I wanted so badly to cum, but I couldn’t with my ankles spread wide and strapped in. “Please! Please” I begged her. She knew what I was pleading for. But she wouldn’t relent. She kept up toying with my nipples, and breasts, which seemed to grow by the minute. I was wriggling my butt, squirming, trying to make the orgasm cum, but I couldn’t with the way I was restrained. “Oh god, Please! Miss Sarah” I begged, crying, “Frig me, Fuck me, anything! Please.” She paused, let go of my nipples, and paused the machine so that no more water invaded me. “OK, sweet girl” she said, smirking, and looking at my eyes her fingers gently slid along my pussy and two fingers slid inside of me, her right thumb on top of my engorged clit for all of about two seconds before I bucked out a giant orgasm, screaming “OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD!” Thankfully I was tied down on the table or I might have rolled off of it. But while she was finger fucking me, a wave of urine spouted out of me at the same time onto her hand and into the basin in the table. I was mortified, humiliated, spent. “I…I’m soo Sorry!” I cried. “Shush” she waved me away. “Happens all the time. I don’t mind.”

But I knew I wasn’t done. I still had the colonic to expel. And within a minute it was exiting me, through the tube, into the machine and through the glass scope inside the machine. That, too, was humiliating, watching my expel in full view.