Yes, Back in the day I had a girlfriend and we went to a concert in Washington, DC. We parked on the street and walked a few blocks to the venue and on the way we passed an adult toy store. I said oh wow, followed by her saying do you think this will be open after the concert? I said I don’t know, why do you ask? She said I would like to see what kind of things they have in here.
On the way back they were still open. I was looking at the lingerie items for her and she was in the toy and dido area. Then noticed that she’s had a leather harness in her hand. I said what is that you have there. She said go away, and look for something for me. So I did and picked out some sexy outfits for her including a nurse’s outfit because she liked giving me prostrate massages.
When checking out the gal behind the counter said to her did you still want those items we set aside for you? She said yes, they were in a separate black bag. On the way back to the car I inquired what did you get? She said it’s not for you to know. It’s for me and you don’t have to know everything.
About 4 days later she told me in the morning before I left for work you have a coffee appointment this evening. Oh . . . . . that always meant the nurse will give me 3 enemas and the last one is always a 1000ml - 1500ml coffee enema held inside me for 15-30 minutes slowly snaking a 3/4” x 18” long silicone nozzle deeply inside me. Being told the last couple inches were firmly held by my butt cheeks. We need to make sure everything is cleared out down there.
This aways meant long drawing out (literally) extended prostrate exam. They were aways with me face down and my limbs spread out and tied with nylon stockings to each bed legs. Her in the middle between my legs. This aways was done and involved high quality non slip dish washing gloves with the nubs on the finger tips and lots of lube. Little did I know after the normal prostrate message was something different.
Her using something other than her long fingers and it was thicker, and much longer than I could ever imagine inside me and I could not escape with my limbs tied up with her on top of me slowly doing to many to count . . . up and down push up’s.
I was reminded that this was for all the panty sniffing that I had be caught doing.
Now you know the end of the story.