So, on Saturday after I get off of work and I am feeling like I had done something like 10,000 sit ups, crunches, leg lunges, from Friday and us using the anal probe and the pads on my butt cheeks. And it felt wonderful! ? I was a little preoccupied all Saturday and getting some pretty sexy texts from my husband. Steve was so stoked about Friday night and how, '… that ghost …' really did a number on me and he was amazed to watch how my muscles reacted to the electrical current. It had worked out perfectly and I thoroughly enjoyed my experience!
So, we were thinking, 'Let's do it again!' Sure. ?
Sarah agrees to close up shop for me and I'm on my way home in record time. My husband had already got there and was getting things ready for us. Both of our enema bags were filled and hanging in our bedroom. I gave my husband his enema first as we lay naked on the bed together mapping out what we were going to do and talking about how things went the day before. I love giving him enemas and I had him roll onto his stomach so that I could give him a back massage and especially his shoulders. I have been straddling his hip when I give him a back massage and it's not difficult to position his enema tube so that I don't crimp it when I am straddling him.
I love his butt. And I was taking my liberties with rubbing myself while I was straddling him and we even talked about rolling him over on his back so that I could take him inside of me. Unfortunately, we let his enema go too long and it was his first, so we didn't think he could hold it while we had intercourse with me on top. That just made it build for both of us. ?
Before he left to release his enema, we had him put my nozzle in and start mine. His fingers just happened to brush against my slit and maybe even slipped inside 'accidentally' but he had other urgent matters to take care of. Even though I had the enema nozzle in me, I decided to hold off until he got back from releasing his enema. He had left for the bathroom with an erection and I told him I would take care of that when he got back.
It was a little while before he got back to the bedroom and if he wondered what I had in mind he found out when I just rolled completely over on my back and spread my legs for him. It's not much of a problem, now, for us to take each other when one of us is having an enema and I love the feel of him entering me when I have an enema nozzle in place. I love it and we were in a very good mood and place and he touched all the right spots at the right time in the right way and I was having a good time. ? So was he. ?
Once Steve was spent, what we've been doing is having him stay inside of me while he 'deflates' ? and my enema nozzle was checked and 'seated' and we just cuddled and caught our breath while my enema filled me. He always worries that his is crushing me by laying on top but that is some myth or something but we've gotten past that. When he had started my enema he didn't close it down to slow the flow and so I received my enema in fairly short order. No problem though, and when it came time for me to release my enema there was no mad dash to the bathroom.
Unlike my husband, I refilled my enema bag because I was going to need at least a couple more for what we had planned for us. I hung my enema bag over our bed and he and I got or Sybian out closer to the foot of our bed. He had me lay down and slipped the enema nozzle into me and then he got our Estim goodies out. I lay there on the bed having my enema and he was being the 'roadie' setting up the electrical cords. I think describing Steve as a 'roadie' is pretty accurate because he was setting up the stage, the Sybian, for me, the 'star' of the show, and we had to make sure the power strip was in the right place and the whole ball of wax. ?
My enema went pretty quick and so I padded off to the bathroom and released it. My enema was clear when I released it but I filled up my bag again, just in case. As many of you know, the initial release of an enema doesn't always mean you are through and that there is more sometimes. When I came out of the bathroom with my enema bag, I saw that Steve had put our Sybian in the middle of one of our beach blankets. All we needed were stage lights and boom mikes! And I was going to be the star of the show! 😈
I walked out any more enema that was lingering inside while my husband finished 'setting the stage' and this was going to be a new one for both of us. We've had me do the anal probe on the Sybian before and that is very very o.O) intense for me, but we were going to add the pads this time and today would have been only the second time for us using the pads. Some Saran Wrap covering the top of the Sybian, with a hole for the vaginal insert punched in it, and the vaginal insert covered by a lubed condom and we were ready to 'get this show going'. Sorry, about all of the 'show-biz' references but this is exactly how we were feeling.
We decided to 'hook me up' to the electrodes first (spoiler alert, this would come back to 'bite' me) and then my husband slipped the probe into my rectum and all of the wires were connected to what needed connected. Steve had to help keep the wires from tangling and hold them while I mounted the Sybian. With all of the wires and such, it was a little awkward straddling the Sybian and settling down on the vaginal insert while we tried to keep me from pushing the probe out of my rectum. There wasn't anything spontaneous about this at all and the probe in my rectum and the Sybian vaginal insert, even the smaller one, makes for a very crowded time 'down there'. ?
Even so, my husband said that my nipples were hard and sticking out there and my pupils were dilated and I was very wet. 😈 We were ready.
At the lowest settings possible, we stared up the Sybian first, which feels fantastic all by itself, and then the anal probe and the 'ghost fucking' me in my rectum. I am feeling the effects of this IMMEDIATELY and any 'objectivity' I may have tried to have was lost in cum or that 'cum lust mist' I've read about and so eloquently described by others. The 'ghost fucking' me in my rectum was unreal and is unreal all by itself, but then have then Sybian vaginal probe in my vagina was or did send me over the top. Then when Steve turned on the pads we had on my hips or butt cheeks, it was WAY over the top!!!!!!
Then through all of that 'cum lust mist' I heard someone screaming and it was me. I'm not usually a screamer when I have sex and at most I let out some pretty noisy moans or gasps or the occasional "OH YES!!!" or the "OMG!!!!!" Or some kind of sound when I am losing it. But this was something new and primal for me and it scared the hell out of my husband. This was sensory overload and I don't think I was even expecting anything like what I was feeling and experiencing. That whimpering, quivering, incoherent, babbling, cumming profusely, squirting, naked woman with more wires coming out of or attached to her nakedness was me totally out of control. TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL!
And the think is that I don't know if it was a 'hurts so good' or a 'HURTS SO GOOD!' Time that naked woman was having. I talk about myself in the third person because there was no way in the world that I was remotely in control of what I was doing on that machine and hooked up like that. And remember me saying something about 'come back to bite me'?
That happened when a couple of the pads we had applied down towards the inner portion of my buttoks nearest my thigh, and where the butt cheeks curve down and then turn in my thighs, lost solid or continuous contact with my skin during my 'orgasm(s)'. I could feel the sharp snapping stinging little pulses, not real bad, but sharp enough for it to register or get through that very intense cum lust mist.
It was too much for me. It was too much for my husband. And so we stopped and I was cum soaked and who knows what else but I was wet, very wet. And I literally crawled off of the Sybian as Steve was slipping the probe the rest of the way out of my rectum and unhooking the pads leads. And I lay there on the beach blanket sprawled out in front of the Sybian with it between my legs and me face down, quivering and still doing what I call 'after cum'. I was wiped out and had spun out of control like never before.
Neither of us expected what happened to happen. I'm not sure if I liked it or loved it or if it was just too much for me to wrap my 'legs' around ? and try to get a handle on it. We've been doing nothing but talking about it all weekend and trying to figure out where it went 'wrong' or was it 'right' and maybe try it again. We are definitely going to have to hook up some sort of harness or strap for keeping the anal probe in me, and we think we can figure that out, and better place the pads so that they aren't somewhere my skin with crease or flex and break contact with my skin.
But that was super intense for me and my husband both. I was nowhere near of being in control of myself or my body when I got the 'screamers'. The Estim also worked the way they were probably intended for real medical purposes, in that I feel like I've done 10,000,000 sit ups, leg lunges, planking, and my clit is so raw and electric right now I am having to wear a skirt and no panties whatsoever. I even have to move carefully that my skirt doesn't brush up against me down there, that is how tender I am.
And as I wrote all of this and read back over it before I post, this is probably the most intense thing we have done. I feel like I really like it and how it 'drove me out of my skull' but at the same time it scared the living daylights out of both of us.
This was so very intense and a little out of my league and a little out of OUR league.
For now. 😈