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Date Posted: 08:42:24 12/26/18 Wed
In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "True Story-Introduction" on 19:42:14 08/12/18 Sun
I am by no means a 'man's man' type. I'm no John Wayne. I'm a bit less than average height and weight of the average man, I don't have an aggressive personality, yet I'm strong willed, stubborn and confident. I would say I am a leader. There is something conflicting about being dominated by a woman and turned into a sniveling coward that is both most unappealing yet endearing. The side of me that felt resentment towards this strange woman was giving way to appreciation. Over the next month I looked forward to our next meeting with great enthusiasm as well as disdain. I was growing past the idea of telling her off and putting an end to this insane relationship.
About a week before our next meeting I received a package in the mail. It was a pair of white panties. Miss Circe told me that on the morning of our meeting I was to shower and put them on and wear them throughout the day. I didn't even protest or complain, I just accepted it. I must admit that throughout the day at work I had an erection that would not go away from wearing the panties and anticipating what personality I would meet that evening and what the demon woman would have in store for me. I realized that my reports this month were not good. Damn that honest streak in me, I told everything. My diet consisted of cold pizza, chips and beer. I had done a few things that I was ashamed of. I knew this would be a rough night.
Upon arrival I could tell that she was not pleased. I was quickly relieved of my pants and stood in my panties in the middle of the room. There were but few pleasantries but swift lecture and comments about how cute I looked in my panties. Slipping a hand inside the back of my panties and fingers exploring my rectum I was sternly lectured on my diet and bathroom habits. She was particularly aggressive in her exploration.
Sitting on a straight back chair in the middle of the room she threw me over her knees for a resounding spanking with her hand over my panties, pausing on several occasions to explore rectum. Those panties offered little protection under the onslaught of her hairbrush.
She had everything she needed to torture me within arms length keeping me sprawled across her knees staring at the carpet. Pulling my panties midway to my knees she started the whole process over again. By the time she finished with the bare assed session with the hairbrush I was limp, exhausted and bawling, not to mention truly repentant. Blubbering and repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I felt that carrot poking at my anus and exploring my shitchute. My mind was saying "No." but being under her complete control at this point I just accepted the unclean carrot into my mouth. I felt utterly degraded.
With some type of rod in her right hand, about a foot and a half long and the width of a pencil and holding the carrot in my ass with her left I felt a searing pain on the back of my thighs that made me holler and jump. I felt that fire and raised lines forming on the backs of my legs to my knees. The orange and partially brown carrot was shoved into my mouth as she worked over my already blistered ass with that rod.
She let me up bawling, pulled my panties up and held me in her lap like a child. I didn't have long to clear my head or eyes when she led me by the ear to the bathroom. Hanging from the shower rod was a red enema bag. My bathroom anxieties came back full force "Oh no, no, no!" I was putting my foot down which was met with a definite "Don't you say no to me young man!" I felt as if I had no control. She had some type of small bulb which she filled with what I believe was vegetable oil and emptied it into my bowels twice. I could feel a sensation of needing to go.
My knees on a towel on the floor, my hands inside the tub I tried not to watch her fill the bag with a pitcher of sudsy water. I was having overwhelming anxieties, but felt no control over the situation. The reality of just telling her I had had enough of this seemed out of my ability. "No, no, no, please Miss Circe." I felt the douche nozzle poking at my unwilling anus and entering. I felt my rectal muscles rejecting and clamping to hold it. Miss Circe was lecturing me on my deplorable diet and poor bathroom habit when I heard the click. Before long I felt a warm, uncomfortable sensation around my lower ribs. I felt like I was on some sort of bad hallucinogen. This was not actually happening. My bowels and stomach were filling up with horrendous cramps and I was certain I couldn't hold it. By this time I was begging "Please, Miss Circe, please let me go. I can't hold it." "You better hold it, young man!"
The bag was empty but I was not allowed to go. Unbearably holding it with the pipe up my ass I was finally helped onto the toilet. I don't think I had the ability to actually say it, but was thinking "Please at least let me go alone." She just stood right there, looking satisfied, arms folded as an explosion erupted out of my asshole. It just went on and on and on. I was completely at her mercy and my toilet anxieties were at this point meaningless. She wiped me and led me around the house until a second wave of eruption was eminent. Good lord, I couldn't imagine that much inside of me. It smelled horrendous. Miss Circe looked very satisfied and as I continued to release she prepared another enema, this time with clean water. I protested. "You need a rinse enema. You don't want those soapsuds inside of you." The second one was harder to hold and I think I had only taken half the bag when in an emergency I had to go. If I'm not mistaken this whole bathroom episode was well over an hour.
After cleaning up, she slipped my panties back on and made me a delicious and salty bowl of stew. I have to admit that as humiliating and demoralizing as the enema experience was I felt amazing. I didn't feel bloated or cramped and my toilet anxiety, at least for the moment had disappeared. Her demeanor had changed from domineering bitch to caring mother type or even adoring wife. We weren't done though. Before leaving I received a loving lecture and expectations and a long trip across her lap for a very thorough spanking.
Fortunately the next day was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work or do anything if I didn't want to. My backside was still in immense pain, but my stomach felt great and I seemed to have more energy.
I will continue at another time.
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