Enema

It is embarrassing to admit that will all my experiences, the various men and women I have been with and kinky activities I have submitted myself to, I had never been given any sort of a forced enema. Now, I have to admit that I did receive an enema during a medical procedure when I was about 14 but it was sterile, uninteresting and I was half out of it anyway.

So, when Jason decided that my punishment for making him stop on a recent road trip for an unscheduled (and inconvenient) bathroom break was to be an enema, I didn't know what to think or expect.

It wasn't fair, really. We were traveling across northern Arizona and I had been drinking my usual large diet coke. I misjudged the distance between towns. I held it as long as I could but I needed to go, badly. My bladder was actually beginning to hurt. Have you ever had that happen, when you need to go so badly that you are actually in pain? Well, it was happening.

Jason pulled over to the side of the freeway and told me to pee in the dirt. I was shocked and humiliated.

"Jason, I am sorry. Is there any way we can find a place to pull over a little better? Is there a gas station or something coming up, even if it isn't a town?"

"Siobhan, I am tired of your constant physical quirks and needs. You need to get control of your body, and if you won't do that I will. You need to pee, then pee. Now."

I looked around. There were cars whizzing by at 80mph, and this strip of road was barren. No shrubs or bushes, just the car to hide me. I was blushing bright red as I pulled my jeans down and crouched close to the car.

"Step away from the car, and take those pants off. I don't want my car or your pants to get splattered because you can't control yourself," Jason commanded in a tired but firm manner.

I obeyed, stepping a few feet from the car and then slipping off my pants. My face was bent down, I was trying to ignore my nakedness that would be visible to all the cars driving past, however fast they were going. I crouched again and tried to pee.

It wasn't easy. I had held it so long it was hard to let go, and the knowledge that random strangers would see me squatting and knew exactly what I was doing humiliated me and made it even harder.  Finally I got the stream going and felt incredible relief as the urine flowed out of my bladder. I wiped myself with a tissue, pulled my pants back on, and we climbed back into the car and drove on.

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A few days later we were back home and back to work. It was a Wednesday, the middle of the work week and I was in the swing of our routine. I work as a director of IT at a large company. No one there knows of my ownership, though the collar I wear is clear for all to see. Most assume it is simply a piece of jewelry (they don't know it can't and isn't removed).

When I got home I removed my clothes, as is my current habit, and put on a simple leather harness that Jason has provided. I began preparing the evening meal, and cleaning up so the house would be nice for my owner when he came home from work.  We ate and enjoyed the evening together. Jason played with me with some clamps after dinner, which always makes me feel special and loved. I do enjoy it when he pays attention to me and makes me feel beautiful. He tells me my discomfort makes me more beautiful and desirable to him.

He then informed me of his disappointment over the incident where I had to pee along side of the road. It had embarrassed him, as well as myself, and he had promised a punishment. He had decided on the punishment and was going to administer it tonight. This punishment would begin a new phase in my training as his slave and property -- and emphasis on training me to control my body functions.

My stomach felt like cold ice. He had something in mind and I knew it was going to be unpleasant.

Jason led me to the bedroom and told me to lay face down on the bed, with my legs and hips extended over the edge. This position made me nervous because I have been in it several times before when he has administered anal punishment and it gave me a hint as to what was coming. I obediently lay on the bed, my breasts and face pressing into the comforter.

My legs were spread and fastened into a spreader bar. My ankles were held about three feet apart. Not a huge amount, but enough to prevent me from closing access to the sensitive parts between my legs. He grabbed my left wrist and pulled it behind my back and I felt the cold metal of handcuffs snap in place. The cuffs were attached to my leather harness, so when my right wrist was also fasted in place, my hands were held high up my back, away from my ass.

I waited nervously.

Turning my head to the side I could see Jason take out a set of flesh colored rubber gloves, the kind they used in hospitals. My body was shaking a little in anticipation of the pain that was undoubtedly in store, and I thought I might lose control of my bladder and pee on the floor.

I turned my face into the blanket of the bed and started crying. Jason punishes me periodically for misbehavior, and I knew this session was not going to be fun. Rough hands covered with latex grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. A strip of duct tape covered my mouth and then my head was released. My face buried back into the bed and I continued crying.

Rubber fingers spread my ass cheeks. I automatically clenched, reacting to the intrusion.

"Relax, and this will be a lot easier. This won't hurt too badly if you cooperate," he said.

I tried to relax. His fingers reached in deeper and touched my anus. I contracted, and then tried hard to release.

After examining my ass he left me and went into the bathroom. I lay waiting, unable to move much and wondering what was coming. The noise of water running in the bathroom gave me my first hint, and I turned to observe Jason filling a remarkably large rubber bag. It must have held two gallons and he was filling it to the top.

Tears flowed afresh from my eyes and began to wet the bed beneath my fact. I knew what was coming as he returned from the bathroom and positioned himself between my spread legs. His rubber gloved hand spread my ass cheeks forcefully and one finger pushed hard against my anus, slipping in relatively easily.

His finger withdrew and I realized he had simply been inserting and spreading some lube into my opening. The next moment I felt something very hard like a plastic finger pressing against my anus, pushing hard and then breaking through. It slid easily inside with the lube he had applied. It was impossible to tell how far it slid but it felt like at least six inches. With a final shove, a large lump in the nozzle pushed into my rectum and my anus instinctively clenched shut behind it, keeping it inside.

It was useless to plead, but I tried anyway. The gag muffled my moans and cries but I tried. Jason caressed by bare ass, sliding his fingers over my hips and between my legs, feeling every fold, as I cried.

Between the leg spreader, my hands cuffed behind my back, and the tape gag, I was going nowhere and was pretty much helpless. I lay still and tried to breathe, still laying on the bed on my stomach with my ass and legs hanging over the edge.

Then I felt it. It was cool at first and then cold, spreading from my rectum and then up into my bowels. The plastic finger of the enema nozzle released cold water gushing into my insides. I moaned and then growled into my gag and struggled a bit. The water kept coming, creeping higher as it filled my lower intestines. At this point I was humiliated more than anything. Jason continued to touch and feel my body as the cold water flowed into me.

As the water flowed in the cold sensation was accompanied by a bloated feeling. This gave way to cramps. The cold water inspired my intestines to begin peristalsis, the natural contractions designed to repel and eject matter out the anus. Except, of course, the matter was coming in through my anus so the contractions just made it worse. I moaned in pain and tried to draw my knees up to make it a little easier.

After a couple of minutes Jason cut off the flow of water. "I think we will give you a rest before we continue the flow. Let your bowels have a chance to adapt."

I turned my head and saw Jason removing his pants. His cock was hard and I couldn't help become aroused at the site. Jason is quite a site; fit, healthy, and his cock is large enough to satisfy any woman. Seeing it hard and standing out made me want him, in spite of the full, bloated feeling.

The cramps subsided after a while, though the feeling of bloating did not. Jason returned to the enema bag and began the flow again.

Additional cramps hit me almost immediately. I yelped and writhed a little. I didn't think it was normal to have this much fluid in an enema; it was getting really painful. The cramps hit me throughout my entire abdomen and I moaned and cried as I writhed helpless against the handcuffs and leg spreader. Jason caressed my body, feeling my muscles contract and struggle, enjoying my pain.

Finally the enema bag was empty, though my bowels were full well beyond capacity. I wasn't crying any more but I was moaning against the tape gag and trying to draw my knees up to my stomach to relieve the cramping. It felt horrible.

"Now, my love, I will be removing the nozzle. When I do, I don't want any accidents. Nothing. Not a drop. If there is, we will have to continue this mode of training in much more detail, and with more severe consequences." Jason caressed my face, and I looked up and nodded to show him I understood.

Slowly, he pulled the enema nozzle out. It was impossible not to let some of the water out, and I clenched my sphincter as tight as I could against the plastic finger as it slid out. With a final sensation very similar to releasing some shit into a toilet, the nozzle slid all the way out and I closed my ass muscles as hard as I could.

I can not tell you how hard it was to keep all the water inside. My body was screaming at me to expel the foreign substance, the muscles of my intestines were contracting and pressing to move it down and out, and yet I was holding my ass shut as tight as I could. It was horrible, painful, agonizing. I started breathing in short pants, coping with the pain and natural urges. My legs drew up even though my ankles were held apart by the spreader. I whimpered.

Jason took hold of my shoulders and pulled me across the bed until my head was near the edge. I think it would have been easier to hold the water in if I had not been laying on my stomach. In this position, it was more painful and difficult to retain the liquid. It took every bit of my concentration and effort.

The tape gag was removed from my mouth. I gasped for air, breathing even harder. I knew better to beg for mercy, that made Jason angrier and would result in more punishment. I panted, breathing through my mouth now, keeping the water inside my distended belly.

As I lay with my head hanging just over the edge of the bed, Jason presented his cock before my face. In the back of my mind I knew what I had to do but the pain of retaining the enema was occupying my mind completely. Jason brought my attention back to him by slapping my face.

"Suck it." His command was calm, simple, and to be obeyed.

I did. I took his large cock in my mouth and sucked it in as deep as I could. My tongue spread and pressed and played with the underside of his member. He withdrew it most of the way and my lips slid and stimulated the head, and he plunged deep in again. In this way, he began fucking my mouth.

I honestly believe I could have held the enema if it hadn't been for the distraction of his cock choking me from the other end. He pushed in and out, penetrating my face, using me to stimulate his member until with a grunting moan he pulled just out of my mouth and spurted semen all over my face. It went onto my hair, into my eyes, and up my nose. My eyes stung and I coughed slightly.

That's when it happened.

It wasn't a lot, but enough to soil my ass and dribble down across my pussy and puddle on the comforter. Jason checked it, and confirmed what had happened.

"I am sorry, Siobhan, but it appears you can't control yourself. We will have to schedule some punishment and more training for body function control."

He left the room. I remained on the bed, his semen drying on my face, my hips laying in a pool of my own diarrhea. I hung my head in humiliation, still concentrating on keeping the enema inside and not making my failure worse. Tears trickled slowly down my cheeks.

When Jason came back he was dressed again, and he unlocked the handcuffs and removed the leg spreader. I lay on the bed, afraid that any movement would make me lose control again. The pain was making me shudder and convulse as it had spread across my entire abdomen and stomach. I was nauseous, afraid I would vomit.

"Go relieve yourself, and then clean up."

I carefully slid across the bed and then into the bath room. walking in tiny steps as if I was an old, old woman. Each step renewed the pain. I could see how my stomach was distended from all the water inside. Sitting on the toilet, I let loose to an explosion, a steady stream that seemed to go on and on. When it finally slowed and stopped, I sat there still, knowing that some of the water had made its way high up inside me and would be appearing at any moment. And it did; after about a minute, there was another stream of water with chunks of feces that shot out. The relief was huge.

Fifteen minutes later, I had showered quickly and was changing the bedspread and sheets. The room smelled of my body and I continually flushed in embarrassment.

Late that evening, I was feeling better and the room was clean and fresh. I lay next to Jason and he held me in his arms, protecting and caring for me. I had stopped crying and was wrapped around him lovingly. He let me know that we would be revisiting the practice of controlling my body functions in various ways. It was all right. It was my purpose to serve him and suffer for him.

And, for now, it was over and I was in his arms.