Before you read any further let me tell you that I did not ask for this enema treatment to be given to me, nor did I want it given to me once I knew what was going to be done to me. However, at the time my only choice was to submit to it or the Mistresses who gave it to me were going to tell my wife that I was seeing them. I could not allow this to happen. Therefore, I agreed to submit to this enema treatment. It did not do any real serious harm to me. However, the experience was most unpleasant for me.
If being forced to take repeated large enemas over several days and have other things put in your body that will make you have to use the toilet often, offends you, then stop reading here and do not go any further. I will leave a large space here so you will have to scroll down to see the rest of this story.
It all started one day when I was about to leave the home of this Mistress that I had been seeing for a couple of months. I had gotten dressed and She asked me if I'd like to come over in about a week. She said Her sister who was also a Mistress would be coming to visit and would like to see me as well. Her sister had a young daughter who would be turning 18 the day they both came to visit and Her sister wanted to have Her daughter learn how to torture a male submissive with enemas. as luck would have it, my wife was going out of town for about three weeks beginning the day before the Mistresses sister and daughter would be coming into town. I agreed to allow what they all had in mind.
It would be a full three days of repeated enemas and other things that would make me have to use the toilet. I would be denied the use of a toilet except when the three Mistresses allowed me to do so. I was told to report to the Mistresses home at 9:15 a.m. sharp on the following Saturday. I agreed to do so.
Come the day I was told to report to the Mistresses home, I was there at exactly 9:15 a.m. as I was told to do. When I rang the doorbell, the Mistress answered and invited me. After introducing me to Her sister and Her sisters daughter, I was shown sufficient proof that the daughter had just turned 18 that day.
I was then told to quickly remove all of my clothes e3xcept for my underpants. My clothes would be put in a locker and would soon be locked away. I would not get them back until it was time to leave three full days and three full nights later. The young daughter would remove my underpants from me. Without any hesitation I did as I was told and stood there waiting for further orders. The daughter of the Mistresses sister came over and told me to stand at attention except to keep my hands away from my body. When I was in the proper position She first started feeling my balls through my underpants. After about ten seconds She put her right hand down into my underpants and started feeling my balls directly. After another ten seconds She pulled my underpants down to my knees and told me to step out of and away from them. When I did so Her Mother who was sitting right near by, picked them up and threw them into the locker my other clothes were already in. The door to the locker was closed and locked.
At this time I was taken to a special room in the Mistresses home where I had always received my enemas. It was a room that had a hospital type bed with lots of enema bags and other equipment. The bags would always be completely sterilized each time they were used on someone. As for the nozzles, she had a place where each male submissive could keep them safe and away from others. One of the nozzles was a double balloon enema nozzle that was of really excellent quality. It would make it impossible for anything to come out until the balloons were completely deflated.
Once in the room, I was given a large glass containing four ounces of milk of magnesia to drink before the first enema. It would not do anything immediately. However, it would not take long for that much milk of magnesia to do it's work on me. The normal dosage was about a tablespoon, not four ounces. I was then old to lay on the hospital bed flat on my stomach in a spread eagle position. My arms and legs were then fastened to the bed and I was pulled tight. There was no way I could move or resist what they were now going to do to me. Mistress Lynda, who was the Mistress I had been seeing all these past months took out my double balloon nozzle and handed it to Her sister whose name was Mistress Donna. Mistress Donna told her daughter, who I was to call Mistress Susan, to just stand there and watch the nozzle being pushed into my butt and see how the balloons get inflated to make a tight seal around my butt hole. As the nozzle was shoved in a just remained there quietly and let the nozzle go in. As the balloons were quickly inflated together, one on the inside and one on the outside, I could feel them being inflated. At this point there was no way to resist what was about to be done to me next. Mistress Lynda had been preparing my first of many enemas. This one was four quarts of very warm, but not hot, water. It was warm enough to cause some pain and maybe make me cry a little, but it would not do any damage to my insides. I had been given hotter enemas before. When the nozzle was properly seated, Mistress Donna took the enema bag from Mistress Lynda and high it high above the bed. She then attached the tube to the nozzle sticking out of my butt. At this point She told Her daughter, Mistress Susan, to come over and release the clamp allowing the water to flow into my butt. As the water started in, it hurt slightly and I cried out. Mistress Susan asked Her Mother, if I would be able to take it all. Mistress Donna replied, "not only can he take he take it, he will take it as he does not have a choice to make." As the bag emptied its contents of very warm water into my intestines I could feel that some of the milk of magnesia was also starting to work on me. My stomach was trying to empty its contents into my intestines as well. However, by now my lower intestine was completely filled up and the water was quickly filling my upper intestine and trying to keep my stomach from also empting into my intestines. The cramps were quite intense and I was crying and begging for the enema to stop. Neither of the Mistresses would stop the enema until it was all inside of me. Once it was all drained inside of me, Mistress Donna told Mistress Susan to squeeze the clamp tightly and remove the tubing from the nozzle. I would then be told to remain there for at least fifteen minutes. If I asked to use the toilet, the time would start over and another five minutes would be added to the time.
Needless to say, I did not want to hold that much water along with the milk of magnesia which also wanted out of me any longer then I had to hold it. I remained there and did not say a word, except to do a little crying and moaning. This was acceptable. When the fifteen minutes were up, Mistress Lynda told Mistress Susan to quickly untie me. When I was completely untied, I asked if I could use the toilet. I knew this would be fine at this time from previous experience with Mistress Lynda. Mistress Lynda told Mistress Susan to take me into the bathroom and watch me using the toilet. This was not the first I had been watched by someone else when sitting on the toilet expelling an enema. However, to have a girl who had just turned eighteen that day and was being trained to be a Mistress was very humiliating to me. Mistress Susan ordered me to get off the bed and walk, not run, to the toilet. When we in the bathroom, She told me to sit down and deflate the balloons and use the toilet. I did exactly as I was told and used the toilet. When I was finished, I got up and wiped myself. Mistress Susan then took me back into the room where I was given several more enemas the rest of the day.
At about 9:00 p.m. I was given one more enema. However, this would not come out until morning. This was only two quarts and I could hold it for that long. In the morning all three of the Mistresses watched as I expelled the enema. After it was all out, I was given a bowl of oat meal that was laced with four ounces of milk of magnesia. An inflatable butt plug was pushed into my butt so nothing else could come out of it. I would now have to clean up my room real good before I would be allowed to use the toilet. That took about an hour.
The rest of that day and the next day, the same thing as the day before was repeated constantly. By the time I went home, my insides were almost as clean as the day I was born. It was about two more days until everything returned to normal. I at first thought my intestines would never work right again. However, by the end of the third day everything was just tine.
No, I never went back to see Mistress Lynda after that. I was afraid She would have Her sister and Her sisters daughter over again and the same things would be done to me. I never wanted that again and since then have never allowed a Mistress to tie me down.
Just for the record, I am slightly bisexual and have been with males receiving and giving enemas with them before.
I hope if you read this story in its entirety, that you liked it. Your comments to me about it are welcome.
Albert