Hotel Enema { Want to get caught giving yourself }

Do you want to get caught giving yourself an enema ?

I went to EvansVille Indiana once for a medical convention. One Friday night I had my red 4 quart hot water bottle in the bathroom out on the counter, while I was out. When I came back I had noticed that it was moved. AH HAAAAAA I thought, I have an idea then.

Saturday am I did not hang the do not disturb sign out. I laid accross the bed, with my camera tripod holding the full red bag up, with the silicone 38 french in me, and my ear phones on, laying and waiting for the maid to enter😃 NAUGHTY ME ROFL.,.....

I heard the knock on the door, and atarted the flow, she knocked again, and slowly opened the door, I was not looking at her, but could tell she stood there for a moment, and then said out lour OH MY SORRY I WILL BE BACK. I turned and she had a red face and smiled as she closed the door.

Try that sometime 😉.......too bad she didnt come back to hold the bag 😃

Naughty you... 😃

The only time I set myself up to get caught was on a business trip where I brought my crossdressing clothes. I did the same thing. On Saturday morning, I made sure I was in the bathroom when the maid came in and when I came out of the bathroom, I was between her and the door. She sort of giggled and said she would be happy to come back later. I was dressed in my fuscia coloured maid dress with double crinoline and white stockings. I gulped and just said I'd be happy to watch. too bad, she didn't stay. She came back later when I was out about 4 hours later.

I got caught and didn’t want to be. A few years ago, my husband and I went to Europe to do some traveling and to attend Europerve. We took three suitcases and were checking them all. One had my clothes, one my husband’s clothes and one had my rubber scene clothing, my husbands leather garb, a 4 quart silicone bag, double balloon rectal catheter, several leather restraints, a rope harness and sex toys all neatly laid out in large heavy freezer duty glad bags. As luck would have it, they were x-raying the bags that were being checked, as well as carry on bags. My husband carried the two bags with regular clothing and I carried the one bag with all the goodies. We got separated by another couple or two as the bags were checked, and he started to walk to the gate when he saw I was stopped at the x-ray having my bag opened and examined. ALL the paraphernalia was examined by the Transportation Security Authority guards! My Hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis was turned on full blast, everything was centered on maintaining composure — my husband was very impressed, saying I personified "elegance and grace under pressure," a benefit derived from my OR training and from a few particular scenes where my husband dominated the hell out of me. I was concerned because I wasn't wearing a lot of clothing and didn't want to get picked up for anything like prostitution as we were about to leave the country. One by one, they had slowly taken everything out of the suitcase and put it out on a large steel table with a glass screen I had to stand on the other side of. After about ten minutes, the guard apparently had seen enough and packed it all back, and told me to be careful and gave me a wink.

I asked my husband why he stayed away instead of coming to my rescue. He didn’t come back to me because he was afraid that he might be implicated in something, so he just watched and waited from a bit of a distance. He said if I was detained, that I would be able to call him for help to get bailed out. Lucky for him he had a good answer! I wanted to kill him for letting me go through this without his being by my side.

I posted earlier about the same thing. Just the antisapation of getting caught is a turn-on.

I once pulled the exact same naughty stunt as MC, "forgetting" to post the "do-not-disturb" sign, and not hearing the cleaning lady knock. In my case, I think the lady thought for a couple seconds that there was some kind of medical issue, because she just stood and stared awhile before she realized I was not ill or passed out, but happily taking an enema. As she excused herself, I muttered something about being finished and out of my room in a half hour or so. I have no idea what she thought of it, but she sure looked me over when she saw me in the hallway later. I hid my enema equipment before I left my room, because I was concerned that I had embarrassed the poor lady enough. Now that I got my exhibitionist impulse out of my system, I don't anticipate that I will pull that stunt again soon.

Susie, think of the "power" you held in your hands. They could only imagine the fun you'd be having on your travels. Those unlucky guys could only wish they were traveling with you and you suitcase.

Also on getting caught, it is an attraction. But usually we only get interupted by the kids. That has the opposite affect of what I fantasize about. LOL

Travelling does have it's adventures. And the TSA goons add a special touch. I usually travel with a 2qt red bag, but sometimes just a higgens? bulb on a short hose due to space. One time the Tokyo customs were really intreiged by my squeeze bulb, maybe they thought it was a weapon.

But when I travel with the 2qt bag, I always hang it up in the shower, same place as at home, and the maid is sure to see it when changing towels. I never thought to try and see if I could get caught "in the act" by the maid. I'll have to give that a try and see what happens.

E couple, please don't do that! If you did laugh your ass off, where would the nozzle go? 😃

The screeners have a sex life also. but a terrorist could hide something in toys thinking a screener might be to shy to pull everthing out to view. It was for your own safety. Be glad for it. Humility is bonding and he realized it and gave you a wink(he liked you, knew you were intimately playful,probably like him).

Same experience as Susie

I was caught at the airport and my wife stayed out

I was joking with the policeman

Meanwhile my wife was planning how to kill me

I never tried to get caught while traveling, but did leave my equipment partially exposed in my luggage. On one trip to Atlanta, I was in the room when the cleaning lady came in to tidy up and noticed that my bag was showing in my bag. She became visibly excited and could not take her eyes off my equipment. I thought I was in for a little spontaneous fun, but her husband came knocking at the open door, telling her that he was there to pick her up when she got off in a few minutes. Talk about a Killjoy!!!

I fantasize about this prospect, being come upon while imbibing in a hotel room!

I don't mean to be a party pooper but I do find it unethical to involve an innocent person into your fetish. Not only that but those poor workers are probably terrified of you complaining about the lack of privacy to the management and of losing their jobs.