This past weekend I was off in DC teaching a bondage class at Winder Fire, a Dark Odyssey event. I love teaching at events across the country because it is the one time I can get all my kinky friends togetherfor some hot play.
Below is a first person account from a submissive of mine about some of our play..... Comment all you want she loves the attention...
One thing she left out & will be punished for because of it is that I gave her a bottle full from the bag to drink during the day.
First Person account from Ava
“Hey, can I use your bathroom? I've really got to pee.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks!”
“Strip, squat in the tub, and piss there.”
My jaw dropped a little bit, and I was glad that my back was to him as the color rushed to my face. This is how we work, you see...there's just never a start to our scenes, never an end, just this flowing continuum of control. I started peeling my clothes off, my tank top drooped over the corner of the bed like a white flag of surrender. I shuffled quietly to the bathroom and climbed in the tub, giving him my very best pathetic puppy eyes. Maybe if I pleaded with him enough, he'd change his mind, I thought.
I should have known better. The next thing I knew, he's standing in front of me as I squatted down in the tub, the cold porcelain only making the goosebumps up and down my flesh more noticable. I rolled my eyes up and watched his face as he told me to suck his cock. Off came the kilt, and I started to suck contentedly on him, still hoping that maybe he'd forget that I was in the tub to piss...but again, no such luck was to be had. “If you dont start pissing right now, I will.” This scared me enough, and the silence that was previously punctuated only by the soft slurping sounds of my mouth now gained the added tinkle of my piss hitting the floor and the gurgling of the drain. I squeezed my eyes closed as the sharp smell of it wafted upwards, but kept sucking, as if somehow I could distract him from my humiliation by taking him deeper down my throat. Intermittently, he would reach down and grab my nipples, squeezing so hard that I swear he must have felt the vibrations from my screaming around his cock.
I finished pissing,he pulled out of my mouth, and my thighs had begun to tremble from squatting. I asked to be allowed to not squat anymore, and was told I could kneel. I bartered a bit and managed to sit. He grinned, this evil little curling of his lips that told me there was no way I was getting out of the tub any time soon. So much for a simple afternoon. He walked out of the bathroom, and I wrapped my arms around my knees, huddled in fear for what he'd do when he comes back. I didnt have to wait long, and he set a gray bag on the vanity top. Out comes a clear, silicone enema bag, and my heart hit the floor. I had oh so stupidly mentioned to the wrong (right?) person that I hadn't done enema play with anyone in years, and I kind of missed it...so here we were.
Out came the nozzles, my god the nozzles. The first ones didnt seem too intimidating, just the usual types but made of a heavier type of material. Then came out the first ridiculous nozzle, about the diameter of a paper towel roll, then the one the size of a baseball bat. I started to sputter, stammering that he is out of his god damned mind. Thankfully, there must have been some tiny fiber of his being that leaned towards being a little merciful to my tight ass, and he picked one that looked fairly manageable. He turned away from me and began to fill the bag in the sink, all the while my heart just kept pounding harder and harder in to my ribs. When things really got bad was when he started to hang the bag up on the shower rod and paused. He handed the bag to be and told me to hold it at a specific height in front of me. As best I could, I held the bag steady, and he began to piss in to it. I then realized that his piss would be going up my ass, and started to shake even more. He “comforted” me by “letting” me suck the last droplets of piss from his cock before telling me to get on my knees with my ass in the air.
“Dont lift your head up suddenly. You've got the faucet for the tub right above your head.”
It seemed so wrong that he was advising me away from accidentally causing myself pain or discomfort, as he was lubing up his fingers to shove them in my ass. I lowered my head further and was still able to smell my piss as I felt his fingers brush my ass. “Spread yourself for me.”
I reached back and did as I was told, only to be greeted with his finger slipping inside my ass. I barely heard him as he told me to relax and breathe, it just felt so uncomfortable, but good. The nozzle followed, and I tried to remember all the things I had learned when I used to do more anal play, like to push against the nozzle as it entered me. Im not sure if it worked, but I didnt have much time to assess my responses as the water started rushing in. I gasped and moaned, the heat of the water rushing through me. My face felt like it was on fire, and it didnt help when he told me to kneel up and get back to sucking his cock. This was a new type of multitasking that I had never really thought about before. I had become afraid to take his cock too deeply, because if I gagged, my ass would clench and make the cramping start sooner.
Once again, I found myself in a situation that I hadnt quite expected. I had become so focused on sucking his cock and keeping myself from screaming as the water just kept filling me that I hadnt thought about what would happen when I needed to expel the enema. Thankfully (ha ha), he thought ahead and stopped the flow of water in to me. I kept sucking him, purposely distracting myself from what that must mean...until he said, “Get out of the tub and sit on the toilet. Dont you dare expel.”
I obeyed, and sat shivering on the toilet. Every single fiber of my being was focused on keeping that water in my ass as I went back to sucking his cock. After just a minute or two, he pulled away again, leaving me whimpering as he grabbed something out of his bag in the other room. Clover clamps. God damned evil things went on my nipples and he pulled my mouth back to him, my pathetic whimpers muffled by his thrusting. I was getting desperate to expel, but there was no way I could see myself asking someone to do something like that. Once again, it seemed like his voice was coming to me from several miles away when he said, “All you have to do to expel it is ask. 'Please, Sir, may I expel?' If you do without asking, I will pull on the chain between the clover clamps.”
I was stuck in the game we love to play, where no matter my options, there is no way out and no right answer. My nipples were throbbing in pain and I couldnt stand the idea of him pulling on that chain, but I couldnt stand the idea of expelling the water and piss from my ass in front of him. He didn't even have the ventilation fan on, for Christs sake! Biology won out faster than I would have liked, and with my lips still brushing the tip of his cock, I begged in my most pathetic voice to be allowed to expel. I was told yes, but to get back to sucking his cock. He wasnt going to leave?!?! I kept sucking, but fought myself a few seconds longer on the expelling. There was no way I could handle that. No way at all!
Not an option, and the water came rushing out of me. I thought I might pass out from the throbbing blush in my face and I almost started to cry from the beautiful degradation of it all. I wanted to look at his face, to see if I was being a good girl, but I couldnt bring myself to open them even a crack. After a few moments of expelling, choking on cock and choking back tears, he told me to flush the toilet and to start the shower running for him. I thought we were done. Wrong...as always. He stepped out of the bathroom and told me to finish the bag off and flush myself out. I put the nozzle back in my ass, which somehow seemed even MORE humiliating because I was doing it to myself. As I expelled the first self enema, I heard him on the telephone with someone just a few feet away, and I slammed the bathroom door. He quickly reopened it, and I bent myself double, hiding my face in my knees in an attempt to not be quite so humiliated that someone I didnt even know could hear an enema splashing out of my ass.
He climbed in to the shower as I finished filling myself up with the last batch of water from the bag. I was endlessly grateful for the sound of the running water hiding the sounds of me expelling. I cleaned myself up as he showered, and obediently followed his instructions on cleaning up the equipment. The world started to even itself back out again as he told me to get dressed. It was like the throbbing ache in my ass and everything we had just done together wasnt real. My brain started to break just a little bit as we walked towards the door. I reached for my purse, and his hand snaked up in to my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. He leaned down and bit my shoulder, the side of my neck, up where my pulse was racing beneath my skin and I started to beg to be allowed to cum. It was real, all of it, and I had done well. His growling “Yes,” buckled my knees and I sagged backwards in to him, the strength of his arms the only thing in the world keeping me together.
So much for simple.
