Same topic, but 180 degrees around.
Social distancing put my sub 200 miles away and we had to cancel several meet-ups in March and April. Might not meet in person until June. Ugh!!
So, she had to sub via FaceTime today, and she got a bit of a head start. She had already filled her vintage red Klystra bag (4+Qt) with warm water and attached her silicone DBC and sent me a photo showing the full bag hanging from the overhead rail of her 4 poster bed, about 4 feet above the mattress, the nozzle and inflation bulbs resting between her lace-covered breasts. With FaceTime just under way, her enema was already flowing. After opening the clamp, she took a rather small volume before sounding the alarm. Seems her diet yesterday produced a LOT of gas and that had to get out before more went in. So it did.
Reinserting with an aluminum butt plug nozzle, we resumed her filling and this time she took most of the bag, but it wasn't completely flat. Nevertheless, I allowed her to release (because I knew she had bigger challenges coming later), all while we chatted and I observed her struggles. She wanted to empty the small remaining enema in the sink, but I insisted she kneel on the bathroom floor and take the rest of the bag while I watched the bag and her upturned bottom. There was a bit more remaining than she expected, but the Klystra went flat pretty quickly, producing some gasps and panting. More release.
FaceTiming continued. Resuming, I instructed her to fetch the inflatable, amber latex butt plug nozzle from the toy bag - one we haven't used in quite a while. Freshly washed and tested, it was connected to the silicone hose and placed on the bathroom counter. "Remove the stopper from the Klystra and take it downstairs to the kitchen," I said. Once there, she was told to find a pitcher in the cupboard. It was a 1 gallon plastic pitcher, waiting under the counter for summer. "Run the water as warm as you can manage," I told her, "but only two quarts." I watched as the half-full pitcher was placed on the counter.
"Now, go into the refrigerator and pick out a large, fresh lemon." She immediately knew what it was for and giggled, nervously, as she often does. She dutifully halved the lemon and squeezed/reamed half through a strainer into the pitcher. "Now the other half," I ordered. "Noooo..." trailed off as she followed orders. "Give it a good stir, fill the bag and take it upstairs so you can connect the hose and nozzle and bleed out the air.
I told her to hang the bag from the bed frame, as before, and insert the inflatable butt plug. I could hear the inflater puffing 8 times - "two more," I ordered, as she moaned. "So, here are your orders: I want to hear the clamp open wide and be able to see the bag. You may request a break, but only two, or you'll be sorry - after all, it's only two quarts. You may use your Womanizer on your pussy, but you many not orgasm without permission." After a few adjustments and repositioning on her back, I said, "now open the clamp."
The flow began immediately and I could hear her gasps and panting struggles. As she adjusted a bit, she began to work the vibrator - her pussy needed no lube, as she was already sopping wet. The bag began to visibly deflate and she began to puff and loudly "ooohhhhh" until she finally grabbed the hose and pinched it tight. "That's one," I said. The bag was nearly flat by now and she struggled mightily for what must have seemed like a long time, as the cramps wracked her belly. "Inflate the nozzle again," I ordered. "Ohhhhh . . . I can't wait, the cramps won't stop." As she said that, the fully inflated butt plug ejected from her ass as she clamped the towel on her anus and dashed for the toilet.
"I just had an anal-gasm," she panted. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. "You did that to me once before - it's hard to describe how I can have an orgasm in my butt . . . ." The cramps drove the expulsion for quite a while, but she eventually rose and flushed. "You didn't finish your enema, young lady," I said. "Get back in there and reinflate that nozzle so it won't come out this time." "But there's only a little bit left in the bag!!" "Exactly, and I want you to finish it!"
Resuming where we left off, the nozzle was back in place and her vibrators were in reach. "This time, there will be no break. When you open the clamp, you'll take what's left. However, you may not get up until you cum." The clamp snapped open and the remaining lemon enema quickly drained in. She was busy working her vibrator in her pussy, which was bumping against the inflated nozzle in her ass. It didn't take too long for the enema to work on her, but she had to continue to masturbate, since she couldn't release the enema until she came. It took a few changes of vibrators and some very naughty encouragement, but she had a long, seismic orgasm without losing the nozzle.
The enemas ended here. But not the long-distance submission. I then made her retrieve the largest dildo (she planned to use it to strap-on me) and ordered her to fuck her ass with it, taking all 8". She may have been a half-inch shy, but it was definitely a deep fuck, accented by her vibrator and a "scare-the-neighbors" orgasm.
All of us are dealing with "distancing," isolation, and loss of freedom to travel and "do our thing" in the ways we are accustomed. However, we found a way to play together, even though we weren't "together" in person, thanks to FaceTime. It's always hotter in person, but my jeans had a big wet spot and I'll be getting my own relief tonight. And when we can again play in person, we'll be hotter than teenagers on a summer night.