Q: Dear Miss D, I have been training a lovely and petite suby-girl for almost a year. Recently, however, she has been resisting my instructions. I have repeatedly punished her, but the misbehavior is escalating. What can I do? - Unhappy Dom

A: I faced a similar problem with Liz, one of my suby girls. Liz was becoming progressively more defiant, no matter how much I severely punished her. She is a petite thing too, with long dark hair and pert breasts. Growing frustrated, I took her to a public bar and finger-fucked her hard her right in front of our friends, hoping to shame in her into total submission, but she still resisted my commands.

After much thought, I decided I was going about this all wrong. Instead of attempting to correct her behavior with humiliation and punishment using our friends, I opted to invite Liz's worst enemies to a "party" and find some spectacular way to punish and shame her in front of them, preferably using these folks to administer something truly demanding and brutal.

Liz really hates taking and expelling painful enemas in front of people. She finds it incredibly embarrassing. So, I sent out invitations to the folks she most detests, requesting their attendance at a "party" hosted in my home. I thought they might not show up, given they knew Liz was with me.

Surprisingly, the two girls who tormented her in high school and her bitchy roommate from university all responded that they would be there. Even the prom date that fucked her best friend at the prom said he would come.

The night came for the "party". I had told Liz nothing about my plan. Before our guests were scheduled to arrive, I fed Liz an especially large dinner, making her cramp in every last bite down her throat. Then, I stripped her naked, dragged her by the pubic hairs upstairs, and pushed her face down on the bed. I smothered her mouth with my pussy and told her to lick my cunt. While she was so occupied, I pulled a spreader bar previously concealed under the pillows and strapped her ankles to the far ends before she could put up any form of resistance.

Then, I roughly flipped her over and locked her wrists into the clamps in the center on the spreader bar. This was her least favorite bondage position, as it forces her face almost into her on pussy, allowing her little freedom of movement. She started to beg, "I will be good girl, please release me."

To shut her up, I pulled her head back and carefully inserted an inflatable gag in her mouth. A few pumps and her pleadings were silenced. I went to the bathroom and ran the water. Liz moaned with unwanted anticipation of what was to come. Her eyes were large and full of dread, as I wheeled in an IV stand, with a large bloated rubber enema bag swaying at the top.

She squirmed with little effect. I rolled her over, so that her arms and legs, bound to the spreader bar, were forced her butt high into the air, while face was pushed into the bed. I wedged my largest enema nozzle into her reluctant rectum. She moaned with pain, as each successive ripple in the black nozzle penetrated her ass. Next, she could hear the distinctive click of the release value, and liquid rushed into her colon. She softly groaned as her abdomen quickly distended to an uncomfortable extent.

She was panting from enduring the cramps caused by the rapid draining of the bag into her. To Liz's shock, far more server cramps superseded these, resulting from the copious amounts of carbonated soda pop I had dumped into the bag earlier. Before the bag had even emptied, Liz was groaning in exquisite misery. I rubbed her pussy, replaced the nozzle with a sizable butt plug, and assured Liz that far worse was yet to come. She looked at me with truly frightened eyes.

Although petite, Liz could normally take a full four-quart enema, and hold it up to an hour. Tonight, however, I had only give her two-quarts, saving the rest of the room for later.

The doorbell rang. I went downstairs and began greeting the arriving guests. They looked leery about being here, but seemed to be willing to give me the benefit of the doubt for now. When everyone had arrived and were settled in with drinks, I explained my plans for the evening.

Everyone looked shocked at first, however, by the time I finished my explanation, Liz's high school boyfriend looked intrigued. But two of the women got up, saying they wanted no part of this sick idea and were going to leave. One of the women grabbed the other's arm, angrily saying, "Remember when that little shit stole your boyfriend in tenth grade?" The women made reply, "Yes!" Her friend's eyes narrowed and she hissed, "This is your chance to really teach that bitch a lesson!" They both sat back down.

In all, there were three women and one man, who all seem to relish the notion of punishing and humiliating Liz. The two females from her high school days still looked as hot as Liz had described them. One was tall, thin, with bright short red hair and fierce green eyes, the other petite, like Liz, but with big tits and long blond hair. The shorter girl was the one Liz had stolen a boyfriend from back in school. The betrayed women clearly determined, while her friend appeared quite angry.

The man was at least six foot five inches, well built, with a shock of unruly black hair. He was quite cocky, exactly what I had hoped for in this scenario. The last member of the cast was Liz's college roommate, a nerdy girl, slightly pudgy, with close-cropped bleach blond hair. She sat devoid of expression, as I had told them my plans for the evening. Even now, she showed little emotion, seemly content to observe. She causally pushed her thick black rimmed glasses up, as they tried to slide down her short pert nose.

The stage was set. I went upstairs and escorted our "guest of honor" down the stairs, which was no mean task, as she had to make her way down with her head almost between her legs, while suffering from debilitating cramps due to the soda pop gurgling inside her. I guided her, making sure she didn't lose balance, as she moaned with each step down the stairs.

Once we were at the bottom, I frog walked her to the center of the room, secured a studded neck collar and attached it to a small chain hanging from the ceiling. I pulled her head up, so that for the first time she could see the assembled guests seated in front of her.

It took a moment, but she soon recognized each of them, and began to struggle and grunt with a renewed effort to free herself form the restraints. I smiled at these futile actions, as did my "guests". The tall redhead said, "You little bitch, you deserve everything you are going to get tonight, and I going to enjoy watching it!" Liz stopped struggling, tears ran down her flushed face.

I rolled out another IV stand, with a second enema, which had especially been prepared for the occasion. Several hours earlier, I had crushed a dozen Mentos into powder and completely dissolved them in water. pouring the contents into the enema bag.

I removed the plug out of Liz's up thrust ass, leaving a gaping hole. Before it could close, I inserted my largest enema nozzle. Liz squirmed in pain. Her "audience" then clapped loudly at her apparent added discomfort, the man even whistled loudly (-before bringing Liz down, I had asked them all to applaud every time Liz was tormented or humiliated and they had enthusiastically agreed to the arrangement).

Anyone who has ever watched Mentos being dropped into Coke knows the explosive results. Although I had wedged a huge nozzle in her ass, I knew it wouldn't stop the eruption that was about to happen—so did everyone else in the room, except Liz. You could hear a pin drop as I clicked open the enema value and the Mentos-saturated water rush down the long tube in her butt, were in mingled with the carbonated soda.

At first, nothing seemed to happen, other than Liz crying tears at being forced to endure an enema in front of the people she despised. Her head was pulled up by the ceiling restraint, so she saw the wicked smiles they sported, except for her roommate, who starred without at her expression. Then, after about 20 seconds, Liz's face, no her entire body, contracted in manner I had never witnessed before. An incredibly loud scream escaped even her firmly seated mouth gag, as the plug in her ass shot out across the room hitting a wall fifteen away, closely followed by an amazing ten foot stream of highly agitated soda and water.

The audience stood and applauded, cat-whistled, shouted with glee, as Liz was forced to watch them will her ass became an active volcano. The expression of her face told me I had succeeded in humiliating her to a new level. But I wasn't done yet.

Once the eruption had subsided, Liz was sobbing in agony and shame. The crowd, even the roommate were still clapping and the short blond girl yelled, "Your ass isn't so cute now, huh Liz?!" The guy said, "I would still fuck it!"

I said, "By all means!" Liz's face turned a shade darker red, as the ex-boyfriend got up and moved behind her. Her old roommate finally spoke up, crying, "Fuck her for all of us! Make that bitch scream!" The other two women used it as a chant, repeatedly yelling, "Fuck her hard for all of us! Make that bitch scream!" I hoisted the chain attached to Liz's head, so she could have a better view of the women chanting.

The eager guy dropped his pants, exposing his hard manhood. It was a dazzling 9 inches, at least, and quite thick. Liz turned pale as he unceremoniously thrust into her ass, burying his dick all the way to the hilt. He reached around and grabbed a handful of Liz's hair in each hand, further pulling her head up. He began to pump her with such tremendous force that her bound legs almost went out from under her on each stroke. The women continued to chant, egging him, and he took up the challenge, thrusting ever harder into stinging and swollen rectum.

I'm pretty sure Liz fainted before he came because as his hot cum entered her ass, she went entirely limp. The group became quiet. I went around and slowly removed the inflated gag, making sure she was breathing all right. She was fine and in a moment she opened her red bloodshot eyes. They were the eyes of broken women. I had succeeded.

To seal the deal, I retrieved my largest and most wicked strap-on dildo set, offering it to the women-so they could have the opportunity to ravage Liz's ass or pussy. They seemed hesitant and not inclined to partake. However, her former roommate stood up and said, "I will fuck in her the ass." The other two woman patted her on the back and encouraged her.

Liz, now free to speak, said, "Dru, please just leave! Don't do it!" The former roommate, however, had already put on the harness for the strap-on, and just said, "Shut the fuck up Liz. You are going to take and like it, the way you should have back then."

I suddenly realized that Dru had likely been in love with Liz back in college and had felt rejected. This was going to be far better than expected! Dru entered her with a single hard thrust in the center of the red swollen pucker that was now Liz's ass hole. She buried the 14-inch dildo half way up. The sheer width of the black smooth dildo had prevented it from going all the way in. Liz screamed in agony, unable to voice any words. The others, now seated again, rose up applauding, cheering Dru on, "Make her hurt!" "Don't stop until she pukes!" "Yeah, make the bitch vomit her guts out!"

Taking their encouragement to heart, Dru forced the rest of the dildo up her ass. Stroke after stroke, we saw the entire dildo plunge into Liz's widened ass. Liz was no longer offering any resistance, not even whimpering or crying. The chants and brutal ass fucking had apparently dulled her senses. Liz's body turned pale. She looked like she might actually upchuck. Indeed, after a few more lethal pumps, Liz spewed a stream of huge chunks containing undigested remnants of the large meal I had force-fed her earlier. Most of it landed at the audience feet.

Dru pump Liz a couple more time for effect, causing her to vomit twice more, until her stomach was empty. She pulled out the dildo, making a satisfying popping sound, which elicited another round of clapping and cheering from the group. I released Liz from the spreader bar and chain, she crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. I got out a short whip and struck her back and butt until she curled into a fetal position, now displaying red marks from from toes to nose.

I dragged her up by her hear and said, "You are not done yet young lady! Get over there and clean-up the mess you made! Use this towel and wipe it up or I will let everyone here whip you for the rest of the night."

Without any sign of protest, she weakly crawled over to the puke. I pushed the towel in her mouth and told her to clean up every bit of it. Liz couldn't see the ear-to-ear smiles that all our guests displayed, they clearly loved this last absolute humiliation. While Liz cleaned the spew, I chatted up the group.

The two women lit up cigarettes and we all moved back to avoid the vile smell rising up from the floor. We laughed and talked and pointed, causing Liz to occasionally raise her weary head and look mournfully at me. Occasionally, I would have to whip her to pick up the pace.

When she finished cleaning up as much of the puke as she could, I saw our guests out. They each individually thanked me for the evening and indicated they would be happily to return for a repeat performance. I had moved Liz by the entry, where she lay naked, hair mated with puke and sweat, and shivering from the cold air coming in from the open door. She heard all their comments, which was my intention.

The blond and redheaded girls were the last to leave. The redhead asked where the bathroom was, as her friend needed to go. I asked the blond if she needed to pee.

She said, "Yes." I replied, "Why waist the opportunity. As I understand it, Liz took something of yours in high school. Why don't you deposit something else of yours in her mouth right now? I will make sure she drinks every drop."

The blond flashed an evil smile and nodded her acceptance of the offer. I rolled Liz on her back and whispered in her ear that if she didn't open her mouth and sallow every last drop of urine, I would host the same party next week. Liz immediately compiled, opening her mouth wide as a urine receptacle.

The blond dropper her panties down to her ankles, squatted an inch above Liz's parted lips and let it rip. A thick strong stream yellow stream washed down her throat. Liz had to struggle to swallow it fast enough to keep up with torrent of piss, choking a few times along the way. When the pee finally stopped flowing, I told Liz to lick the blond's pussy clean, which she did with out objection. The blond stood, pulled up her panties, spit in Liz's still gaping mouth, and then left laughing loudly with her girlfriend.

I closed and locked the front door, carefully picked up Liz's limp body in my arms and carried her upstairs, where I gently showered her and rubbed soothing cream on all her sore parts, especially her swollen ass hole and chaffed knees. I laid her on the bed and crawled in to. She snuggled up close to me right away, with her head on my breast, she sobbed off and on for hour, then we both went to sleep.

From that night on, Liz was my best sub, obeying my commands without hesitation or a mild protest. If you can find a similar way to shame and punish your sub, one that really degrades, I highly recommend it!