Humiliation with enema
November 5th, 2011Oh, what a great adventure I had during my time off! I went to Dallas and attended an enema party held at the home of a close Mistress friend of mine. I took a lovely young sissy boy with me for his first public enema.
The morning was beautiful and my boy—he was excited and terrified at what was about to happen to him.
I took him downstairs to the main room. He faltered when he saw that twenty people had already gathered to watch his predicament. Mistress Sada had set up a special enema table in the center of the room just for my sissy boy: steel with restraints on the sides.
Strip! I commanded. His dick was hard and ready for serious use. I placed a cock ring over his dick and balls, for I did not want him to cum until I was ready. In his eyes I could feel his hope, hope that I would allow him to speak. The time in which he could object, beg, or plead had long since passed. Now he would do what I wanted—how I wanted and for as long as I wanted.
I instructed him to climb up on the table. Forty eyes were on him and his soft round ass up in the air, on display. His asshole was exposed and winking. I strapped his hands to the sides of the table, and slid a bar under his waist to keep him in position—the position otherwise known as: unable to lower his ass.
A slave girl rolled over the enema stand, heavy with a nice red five-quart bag filled with a solution of salt water. I pulled out my brand spanking new nozzle: it was five inches long, shaped like a dick, and had a big hole for the water to rush out of—mimicking a dick cumming in his ass.
I touched his cheeks and he jumped, and everyone laughed. My sissy boy’s face turned red, but the humiliation was just beginning.
I lubed up the nozzle and instructed the slave girl to spread his ass checks. The lovely shade of red that was covering his face moved down his naked body. I slid the nozzle in.
Are you ready? I asked.
He nodded. That would not do. Speak up, I firmly said.
Please Mistress, fill my ass, he whispered.
Louder! I want every pair of ears in here to hear you, I said.
Please Mistress! Please! Fill my ass! Please!
The room joined in with: Yes, fill that boy’s ass! Make him beg!
As the laughter subsided, I opened the flow valve and the water rushed in. His cock got harder and harder. I reached under him and ran my hand along his dick and balls. He tried to move against my hand but the metal bar stopped him. Soft moans escaped from his lips.
Quickly his moans shifted to soft cries. His stomach was becoming extended, and the bag was only half empty. I closed the flow valve.
His soft, supplicant voice begged me to give him release: release from his hard cock and from the cramps. Silly boy! He would not feel release from either of them soon. No, my fun had just started.
If you want to find out what happened next to the poor little sissy boy who wished for humiliation and an enema—and got everything he wished for and more!–give me a call and I will tell you all the delightful details. And if you are really good, maybe I’ll give you what you’ve wished for, too.
