By Beychica

Good Afternoon, Sir. I was just up from a nap, and I do wake up horny more often than not! So, I, Sir, have been out shopping. I am feeling rather amorous this evening, and I want to seduce you, but apparently you have not picked up on my sensuous vibes, for when I arrive home you are playing poker in the living room with three of your friends. I slam the front door and mutter something you cannot hear. I walk into the kitchen to put away the things I have purchased for an intimate dinner, slamming cabinet doors and stomping my feet along the way. You are in the doorway, looking rather pissed yourself.

"Do you have a problem, young lady?" you ask.

I turn abruptly and tell you to get rid of your friends. Of course, not being a mind-reader, you have no idea what my problem is, but you are about to adjust my attitude either way. I am told to either knock it off or suffer the consequences. As I continue to mutter obscenities under my breath, you pull up a chair and grab my wrists.

Before I know it, I am pulled across your lap. You are holding me down tightly as I kick and scream. My dress is pulled up, revealing my black lace thong and my unfortunate bare ass. The first whack is delivered and I cuss nonstop. Even after several blows I am still yelling and cussing at you. Then you reach across the counter and pick up a wooden spoon. Seeing this, I say, "You wouldn't dare!!!!" and the blow is delivered, hard! I really yell this time, bringing your friends in to see what is going on. There I am draped across your lap with my bare ass exposed, nice and red by now, for all to see. I am mortified. You then ask one of your friends to go upstairs to our bedroom and bring your "bag of tricks." The rest are invited to stay and watch.

I continue to struggle but cannot get loose. That is soon a moot point because your bag of tricks has arrived and in it, restraints. You let one of your friends apply the wrist restraints as you hold me in place. Then I am pulled to my feet and pushed into the dining room. You force me to the table and restrain my wrists to the table legs as I am draped across it. Since I am still in my heels, in this position, my ass is in the air. I cannot get loose! You again reach into your bag and pull out another set of restraints. You wave them in front of my face. These are for your ankles, you tell me. With the help of your friends, my legs are now spread wide as my ankles are strapped to the other two table legs. This can't be happening to me. All I wanted was a quiet romantic dinner. Now I am too mad to even think straight.

You pull my dress up again and admire my red ass. I am told it will get redder. The next thing from your bag is a leather paddle and the spanking continues. I am crying freely and begging for this to stop. "Oh, baby, we are just beginning. My friends need to have some fun as well." Now I find myself too humiliated to even watch, so I close my eyes and endure whatever it is you have for me. One of your friends is given some lube and you tell him to play with my ass while you mix the enema. Enema?? Oh, my god!

So to further humiliate me, I now have a strange man playing with my ass. He has several fingers lubed and is inserting them one at a time into my tight asshole. He plays until I start to loosen up. "Good," I hear you say. "Now shove that plug up her ass to keep her open."

"The enema is ready," I hear you say, then tell them it is a mixture of very warm water and ivory soap, lots of it. You explain to them about stomach cramping and how uncomfortable it can be. The bag is hung on a hook on the wall and the tubing is attached. You show me this seemingly endless tube "for your colon" you tell me. Apparently I am going to be cleaned out.

I feel the tubing begin to find its way into me after the plug is removed. I try to bear down and push it out, but that doesn't work. The water is slowly turned on as the tube finds its way into my deepest recesses. "Four quarts," you tell me, "and you are going to take all of it." If I lose one drop, you will start again...from the spanking. Now you turn down the flow and you and your friends return to the game. The stakes have changed, though. Seems I am now part of the winnings.

After a hand or two has played, I am full to near exploding and the bag is empty. The winner of the first hand, removes the tubing and quickly replaces it with a bigger plug. Can't lose any of that solution. I believe myself to at least be free when I feel my restraints loosening, but that is short-lived. I am turned onto my back with my hips on the edge of the table as I lay on top of it. My wrists are retied and my legs tied spread eagle. Now the blindfold. Then I feel hands on me, but I don't know whose they are. My dress is unbuttoned down the front revealing my low-cut bra that matches the thong. Someone lifts my breasts and places clamps on them. Someone else pulls the thong to the side. "Look, she's all wet!" Yes, sadly my pussy is gleaming. In spite of this humiliation, I am soaking wet and horny as hell.

Hands are massaging my swollen belly. It is aching so bad, cramping, needing to empty. "But not for a while," I am told. Then in graphic detail you tell me what is going on. I am told one of your friends is greasing his huge swollen cock, and it is going to go up my ass in place of the plug. Oh, my. And I can't lose any water.

I try to protest, but the next orifice to get filled is my mouth. It is a cock, your cock. It is swollen and throbbing on my tongue. Then I feel it, the plug is out and the head of a cock pushing at my back door. Oh, god, it hurts. I cannot protest, as my mouth is full. Fingers are massaging my clit as your hands are fondling my clamped nipples. As I feel your orgasm mounting, mine is as well. I try to scream around your cock but cannot. My orgasm hits as does yours. Your juices are flowing down my throat. Your friend is pounding into my ass as his orgasm hits, filling my backdoor even further. Neither of you moves. You say, "Two down. Two to go." What????

Yes, two of your friends are waiting patiently to fuck me, and you are going to let them!!! The cock comes out of my ass. I am warned not to spill. Then I am led to the sofa where one of your friends is waiting. I am impaled on his swollen member, deeply in my hot wet pussy. Then as he leans back, I am bent forward exposing my ass yet again, and the last of your friends buries his cock up my sore ass. I am pounded until I think I can't take it anymore. Oh, my god! Another orgasm hits, and I scream like an animal trying to meet the thrusts of both of your friends. I don't know which feels better.

After everyone is spent, you untie me and lead me upstairs. You gently undress me as I am seated on the toilet, emptying. Then slowly, sweetly, you run me a shower and wash me. Afterwards, you pat my sore body dry and tuck me into bed for the night. For some odd reason, I fall right to sleep.

Part Two

Well, My Dominant......

I am feeling rather remorseful for my poor behavior last night, especially in front of your friends. I deserved the embarrassment of the spanking, enema and everything in between.

To show you how sorry I am, I have made you a breakfast fit for a king! When you awaken in the morning, Sir, you can smell the coffee brewing and the food cooking. As you wander downstairs, you find the kitchen table set with flowers in the center, two glasses chilled and filled with OJ -- well, almost. It's a mimosa. So you, Sir, have a little champagne in your OJ. Quite tasty.

I pull your chair out for you, and as you take your seat. I kiss you gently on the cheek. I am scantily dressed in my favorite black and lavender nightie and G-string. You can see my erect nipples, and as I turn away from you, the view is my tight smooth ass cheeks.

Breakfast is served. You have all of your favorites: eggs, bacon, toast and fresh strawberries and melon on the side. I sit sipping my mimosa and coffee while I watch you devour everything, including your mimosa. You ask for another, and I gladly pour it, along with a little extra champagne.

You, Sir, are feeling quite amorous after eating and lead me upstairs. As we head for the bedroom, I inform you that this is your day, and I plan on pampering you -- totally!! As we climb into bed, you yawn broadly, apologize, and say you are feeling a bit tired. Even as I start to undress you, your eyelids are getting heavy. "Must be the mimosas," you say. Hmmmm. Indeed, a little OJ, a little champagne, a little Valium, compliments of your RN submissive.

As you curl up and drift off to sleep, I go to work. I leave you on your side, bind your wrists together, then tie them to the bedpost. Next I leave your legs curled together and tie them as well. They, too, are then tied to the frame of the bed so that you maintain that fetal position.

I slip into the bathroom and prepare your four quart enema. Oh, yes, four quarts. Paybacks are a bitch! The water is very warm and very soapy. I hang it on an IV pole and head for the bedroom. As you sleep, I insert the double balloon rectal catheter, then inflate the balloon. I tug on it to make sure it is secure, then inflate the second balloon. Then the fun begins. I start the flow slowly. As I lay next to you on the bed I am propped on my elbow and stroking your cock. You have been asleep for an hour now. Time to start arousing you. Hmmmmm, indeed you are. Your cock is growing hard and you are beginning to move.

You open your eyes and see me laying there. You smile and reach for me but find you cannot. "What the hell??" You struggle, and I calmly tell you it is no use, you are mine! Then you realize you are filling from behind and begin to protest. Oh, my!!! Now you are cussing at me!! We can't have that. So out comes the gag.

I remind you, Sir, that turnabout is fair play, and I begin to call my best friend. You hear me tell her, "Yeah, come on over. He's about ready." Your face is crimson. I don't know if it is anger or embarrassment.

The best is yet to come. I pull out a little paring knife and a hand of ginger. Your eyes widen. It is then that my friend arrives. I ask her to please continue to stroke your cock while I whittle away at this. She smiles and takes your already very stiff cock in hand. Aaahhh, there is a little drop of dew on it, and she graciously licks it off.

The bag is empty and you are squirming quite a lot. Oh, my. Must be crampy, huh?

The bag is disconnected, but you remain tied. I kiss you on the cheek and playfully spank your ass with my bare hand before I start to remove the double balloon rectal catheter. Your new anal plug is ready to be inserted. I tell you that it must remain for five minutes,and you cannot let any fluid escape your butt.

Briefly I go into the bathroom and run the ginger under cold water, then return to you. Both balloons are now deflated. I quickly remove the nozzle and replace it with your new butt plug. Oh, but I don't want it to fall out!! No worries. I have duct tape, yep, and on your hairy ass. You really don't like that. It takes a few minutes but then the burning starts. You are moaning around your gag. I gently stroke your cock while my friend is fondling your nipples. You've always found that a turn-on.

My!! You are very aroused. Three minutes have passed and you are quite uncomfortable. To take your mind off of it, I take your cock in my mouth -- all of it. My friend is now massaging your balls. I'm thinking you may like this in spite of the pain and humiliation.

Well, lo and behold, your five minutes is up just as you have your orgasm. Spewing your hot juices down my throat. I lick you clean, remove your gag and untie you. Oh, if looks could kill.

I let my friend lead you to the bathroom, rip the tape off your ass and remove the ginger. You immediately sit and empty in front of both of us. Oh, my!! We leave you to clean yourself up and go downstairs for drinks. We have a lot to talk about.

Part Three

It is only a matter of time before my Dominant shows me who is top and who is bottom.

We have been enjoying a quiet several weeks. The enemas have been few and the old spark just doesn't seem there, at least not for my Dominant. I truly feel repentant for my behavior.

When he arrives home from work this evening, he finds his submissive dressed in HIS favorite nightie. My erect nipples are quite evident through the sheer fabric, and I have chosen to leave the thong off.

I offer him a glass of his favorite wine and tell him I have run a nice hot bath for him to relax in before dinner. He looks at me questioningly. "No tricks, promise," I tell him. He can smell dinner cooking and knows it is all of his favorites.

He goes upstairs to enjoy his bath as I return to the kitchen. Once I know dinner is okay for a bit, I head upstairs with the bottle of wine. I find him lounging quite comfortably in the tub. Once I've refilled his glass, I pick up a washcloth and start rubbing his back. He moans with pleasure.

Then I reach around front to tend to more important things. Mmmm. As the washcloth caresses his most intimate body parts, another moan escapes his lips.

Before I leave the room to check on dinner, I bring him his robe and tell him dinner in 10 minutes.

When he arrives in the dining room, he looks totally relaxed. His hair is sexily tousled and damp, the robe is barely closed, and he is smiling broadly. He asks if there is any coffee, and I tell him, yes, but it is old from the morning. "No matter," he says.

The table is set and I am placing dinner upon it. As my Dominant sits, he calls me over to him. When I arrive, I notice his bag of tricks on the floor. Uh-oh! Something isn't right here.

He pulls me across his lap. I start to protest, but he puts a hand over my mouth and speaks, "I am your Dominant. I am ALWAYS in control. And you will NEVER even think about humiliating me or using me again like you did a few weeks ago." The spanking then begins. It is firm and persistent. Soon my ass cheeks are red and burning hot. Matter not to my Dominant. He pulls out his wooden paddle and continues the slow, steady spanking until I am in tears. I do not protest. I know it is futile.

With the spanking thankfully over, I am seated in my chair. Ouch! There I must sit and watch as my Dominant prepares my enema. First the leftover coffee, then a squirt of castille, then warm water. I am told he will be kind and only use three quarts. The tears are still streaming down my face, but not a word from my lips.

He instructs me to turn around, bend over my chair and spread my ass cheeks. I immediately do as told. I feel the double balloon rectal catheter. First the inner balloon inflates, then the outer. He lets the tubing dangle between my legs and has me sit in the chair. It is uncomfortable, but it can be done. My legs are strapped to the chair legs and my arms to the arms of the chair. The flow is started. It is slooooow.

To add to my dismay, he opens his laptop, turns on the webcam and invites his friends to watch. Ahhhhh, the finale!! He tops again.

He sits and begins to serve both me and him our dinner. With each bite he takes, I am given one.

The cramps are starting as I squirm in my chair. He smiles. The bag is only half in and I feel ready to explode. The cramping is difficult to bear. I can feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I can't help but look over at the webcam. I am so mortified.

After about 20 minutes, dinner is completed, the bag is empty and I am about to explode. But my Dominant is not about to let me expel. Instead, he pulls down my nightie exposing my breasts. Clamps are firmly applied as a soft moan escapes my lips. I beg for release. I need to empty. "Not yet," I am told.

Much to my surprise, my Dominant steps out onto the back porch and brings in an old-fashioned bedside commode, like they use in hospitals, complete with bucket underneath.

Again I beg for release and beg for the cam to be shut off. Well, I win on one count. I will be allowed to expel, but his friends get to watch.

I am untied and lead to the commode. Before the balloons are deflated, my Dominant chooses to play with my clit. To my surprise, I am very wet. As he plays, I almost forget the cramps, the pain, the humiliation.

As my orgasm nears, the balloons are deflated and the double balloon rectal catheter is pulled. Oh, god. Sweet release. As my enema splashes unceremoniously into the bucket, my orgasm hits and this loud guttural moan erupts from my lips.

When I am finally empty, camera still rolling, I apologize in front of all," I am so sorry. I will never ever forget who is the boss. I will never embarrass you again."

The camera is shut off. My Dominant leads me upstairs and helps me to shower. The best of all, it was the best sex ever!!

Have I learned my lesson?? You Bet!!