0 comments/ 36089 views/ 8 favorites My Time By: subger I was a submissive until I learned how to be a Dom. I was taught to be a Dom by being a submissive and experiencing all that a sub goes through. To me this was the best way to learn. The mindset became clear to me. The torments were more vivid. Suspense was appreciated. Pain was turned to pleasure in ways that the mind can't conceive of until it is done. After that it becomes second nature to bring about an erection or even an orgasm in the midst of pain never dreamed of. I had just started using the internet to contact people with the same interests that I have when I cam across a female sub. It was through her that I met Mistress Q. One day my sub admitted a desire to be Dominated by a Mistress. She had never experienced being with another female and had a burning desire to do so. I told her to go ahead and see if she could find one she could place her full trust in and be happy with. My sub started looking in earnest. It was not long before she found a suitable Mistress, however she wanted me to talk with the Lady to give my approval of Her. I went online in a chat with the two of them. It was interesting to say the least. My poor subbie had to answer to both of Us at the same time. Her Mistress was named Mistress Q. She had a world of experience and was very firm, but loving in Her conversation and ways. These talks went on for a couple of days and I had a few private chats with Mistress Q as well. I was getting to like Her and the way She spoke. A meeting between my sub and Mistress Q was set up for a weekend two weeks away. It would be in a rather nice hotel with a two-bedroom suite. Privacy was guaranteed at this establishment. Mistress Q had used it many times in the past and was well known by the management. I was requested to be there. It was to start at around 9:00 P.M. on a Friday night and go until that Sunday evening. I would be present, but would not participate other than to watch and make sure my sub was being treated well. This would be fun. I was looking forward to it. The closer the time came for the meeting, the more reluctant my sub became. She was scared for her safety, then afraid of the drive there, and then could not get time from work. I finally told her to forget the whole thing. I was fed up with the excuses. My sub offered to contact Mistress Q to relay the bad news. I told her that I would contact the Mistress and give my apologies. Mistress Q was understandably upset. "I have already made reservations for the room and they are not refundable. What am I going to do about that?" She asked. "I am just as disappointed as You are Mistress Q. It would have been so exciting to watch You work over that sub. I started out as a sub and know the feelings she would have gone through. They would have brought me back to the old days. Some of those feelings have never left me even though I have been a Dom for so many years," I replied. "Wanna play?" was Her response. My mind went totally numb. Without thinking I said, "Absolutely!" "Send Me an email with your hard limits and your soft limits. I will let you know my decision in the morning," She said and signed off. What had I done? Without thinking I had just turned myself into Her sub for three days. The more I thought about it the more I was turned on to the idea. My imagination started running wild. I just had to get that email to Her while I could still think clearly. I do not have many hard limits and fewer soft limits. The email was ready in a flash and sent immediately. Now I had to make it through the night. I could not sleep. I had such wonderful thoughts and put together all kinds of different situations. I jerked off so many times I lost count. I finally fell asleep and had many dreams. They were vivid. I woke with an erection that was made of stone. It was all I could do to go to the bathroom and then to the computer. I downloaded my email. There it was. My breath caught and I teased myself by taking care of all the other emails before opening Hers. "Your limits are acceptable," it said. "You are now the provisional sub of Mistress Q. You will call Me Mistress at all times, even in public. You will do nothing without My permission and you will follow all of My commands to the letter and immediately," it went on. "There are a few things I will have you do right now in preparation of O/our meeting. The first is to shave your cock and balls so they are as smooth as a baby's rear end. I do not like stubble or hair in that area. You will also shave the patch between your scrotum and anus along with the hair around your anus. You will shave it everyday in the morning," she commanded next. This was not a new to me. I had done this all along to my cock and balls. The other patch would be new. I went into the bathroom and did this right away. The email was still open on the computer. I would waste no time in following my Mistress' commands. This done I rubbed some skin moisturizer into the newly shaven area. It felt so smooth and open to the air. I had never felt that vulnerable around my anus before. This was something new. I liked it. I felt submissive. I was horny! I hurried back to the computer to read the rest of the email. "You will go to a pet store and buy a heavy chain collar for a dog," was the next command. "It should be a long one for a large dog. When you get home you will put it around your cock and balls so that one end of it hangs down your leg. You may take this off to shower and to go to the bathroom. That is the only time you will not wear this unless I give you permission to remove it," She went on. I left right then for the pet store down the road. I bought the appropriate collar and returned home. I pulled my pants down and put the colar on as She had commanded me to do it. The weight of it would not let me forget that it was there. I walked around the house to see how it felt. The end that hung down my leg flopped around inside my pants and kept tugging at my genitals with each step I took. I loved it. I felt so submissive and vulnerable. I was horny! I rushed back to the computer to see what was next. "Come online to chat with Me," She said. "I am waiting for you." I went online and found Her there. I was excited and nervous at the same time. "Hello, Mistress," I said. "I will be referring to you as 'slave' event though I know you to be only a submissive," She said. "Hello, slave. Have you completed the tasks I have set out for you?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Good. You have impressed Me with your obedience," She said. I was actually blushing. I felt like a little kid who had just pleased a parent. It was strange for me. I had not felt like this for many years. I started to get another full-blown erection. I had been semi-hard since looking at the first command. Now I was creating quite a bulge in my pants. "I have changed the time we will be getting together on Friday to 10:00 A.M Do you have a problem with that?" She asked. "No, Mistress," I replied. "I am looking forward to our meeting." Heck, I didn't even know what She looked like and I was still in a trance over Her. "Later today, I want you to go to an adult toy store and buy a medium butt plug. You will put this in with a minimum of lubricant and keep it in 23 hours out of every day," She said. "You may take it off to go to the bathroom and to shower. That is all. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. We talked about many things. I was told how to greet Her when I arrived at the hotel, directions to the hotel, and things to bring along with me to the hotel. I was told when to come on the chat program and that I was not allowed from that point on to masturbate or to have an orgasm in any way until She allowed me to. My body was Hers to do with as She pleased. She also gave me a list of some other toys and implements to buy at the store and the list of items that She would purchase. How I lasted out those two weeks, I don't know. I made it though. It was Friday morning and I was ready to leave for O/our meeting. I drove to the hotel. It was easy to find. I was impressed with it. It was very high class and private. The room was located on the ground floor at the far corner of the main building. I was to leave everything in the car until told to bring my bags in. It was show time! At the door to the room I went down on my knees and prayed that no one would come along and see me like this. I knocked on the door three times. No one answered. I knocked three times again. From inside a female voice called out, "Who is it?" "It is Bruce, the provisional slave of Mistress Q," I replied as I had been instructed. My eyes remained on the ground in front of the door. The door opened. "Enter and stand in the proper fashion," the lady advised. I crawled just inside the door, moved to the left, and stood up. My head bowed, my eyes on the floor, my hands to my side with the palms facing forward, and my feet spread shoulder width apart. The door closed and a beautiful pair of feet came into my view. They were tanned with the nails painted black. The effect was stunning. The feet were small and dainty. Veins raised in the skin. A pair of black spike heeled shoes was under those feet. The heels had to be at least four inches. I could not see anymore of the lady who possessed those feet. "Nicely done. At least I know you can follow simple directions," she said. "I am Mistress Q. You made it right on time. For the time being you may relax and be yourself while we talk. After we have talked you will be given a one-hour period to go outside and smoke and think. You must decide during that time what you want to do; serve me or go home. Come in and sit on the chair opposite Me." Raising my eyes I beheld the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. How can I describe Her? She was 5 feet tall. She could not have weighed more than 110 pounds soak and wet. Her body was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were 36Bs with a waist of about 22 inches and Her hips came out from that to about a 34-inch wonder. Her breast rode high on Her chest. She had a pixy face with striking green eyes and shoulder length auburn hair that was fine and shiny. She was dress in a black leather halter-top that looked like a second skin. A pair of matching black leather short shorts clung to Her hips. As She turned to walk to the chair I could not help but stare at Her ass. It was gorgeous. I was wondering how in the world I ever got so lucky when I heard Her voice again. I looked into Her face to see the beginning of a smile cross it. "Sit down before you fall down," She said. I took my place in the chair facing Hers. I was rampantly erect. I could see She noticed. "Is the chain too tight now?" She asked with a little giggle in Her voice. "It is now, Mistress," I replied without thinking. "Don't let the looks deceive you. I can be a real Bitch when things get going," She said sternly. "I will tell you what you can expect while you are with Me," She stated. "You will be bound in some fashion all the time that W/we are together in private. You will be flogged, paddled, and strapped until you are black and blue in places from your armpits to your knees both front and back. I like to hear My slaves scream. You will be given large and frequent enemas because I like to fuck My slaves long and hard. By the same token, I like My slaves to fuck Me long and hard. There will be many other torments such as clamps, electric TENS unit shocks to your genitals, needles, CBT, and prolonged erections using cock rings. When W/we go out in public, you will be wearing a butt plug, maybe a vibrator, and a cock cage that will either prevent you from having a full erection or make one very painful for you. W/we will listen to all kinds of music together and you will also have sensory deprivation applied to you on occasion. You will belong to Me for My pleasure. That is all you are good for. You will be naked or in a very skimpy little outfit while in private with Me. This is the last time you will have clothes on in My presence that will not allow Me full access to any part of your body I desire at any time I desire. I will respect your hard limits and test your soft limits. I will find your level of tolerance this first weekend and then test it farther each time I decide to have fun with you." "The decision is yours at this point," She said rising from the chair. "Go outside and make that decision. Should you wish to serve me and wear My collar, you may come back and knock on the door as before with your bags in hand. Should you not wish to serve Me, you may just get in your car and drive on out of the parking lot. I will never see or talk to you again. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," I said. I walked out and closed the door behind Me. I lit a cigarette and walked around the parking lot. I noticed that my erection had not gone down one bit during that entire time. The chain tugging on it as I walked did not help matters in that department either. I don't know why I waited for as long as I did before going to the car to get the bags I had brought. I knew from the start I would be submitting to Mistress Q. I smoked another cigarette while I got the bags out and took them to the door of the room. I was still erect and quite nervous. The excitement was killing me. I knelt and knocked on the door. At least there was no one in the parking lot that would see me like this. "Who is there?" Mistress yelled form inside. "It is Bruce the provisional slave of Mistress Q," I replied. My eyes were in the proper position when the door was opened. "Bring your bags and enter. Step to the left of the door and kneel in My presence," She said. When the door was closed, Mistress Q walked to stand in front of me. "You have made a wise choice," She said. "Take your bags into the bedroom on the right and unpack them on the bed. Don't be slow. Call to me when you have done that." Carrying the two bags I went into the bedroom She had indicated. I unpacked my clothing from the one bag and put them away in the dresser and the closet. I put my toilet articles in the bathroom and the toy bag was emptied and items were laid out on the top ot the dresser. I called to Mistress and advised Her that I was ready. I knelt on the floor beside the bed. Mistress Q walked into the room and went directly to the dresser to inspect the toys. I had bought all that She commanded me to. "While I check out the toys you brought you can get those clothes off," She said. I rose and got my clothes off as fast as I could. My erection had gone down just slightly and still stood out in front of me as I knelt back on the floor. Mistress Q turned, walked to the bed, picked up my clothes and walked out of the room. I dared not move. She returned shortly. "You will not need any of those until W/we go out for dinner later. I hope you brought appropriate clothing for that like I ordered," She said. "Stand and let me have a good look at my property," She ordered. I stood and assumed the proper position. Mistress walked around me slowly. I dared not look at Her. After completing one trip around me She began another. This time She let Her hands slide over my shoulders and back. They were so smooth and on the cool side. Her touch was feather light. My erection grew a little firmer and I was horny! Coming back to stand in front of me She reached up and pinched my nipples. Not hard, but enough to get a slight reaction out of me. She pinched a little harder and I moaned. That stung. "You had better get used to feeling pressure and pain on those. I like clamps on them most of the time. I put them on and take them off often. You never know what I will put on them next," She stated. "Put your hands behind your head, lock your fingers together and bend over at the waist," She ordered. I did as I was told. This was the first time I was really embarrassed at being so vulnerable. I felt Her wonderful hands on my butt cheeks. She lightly ran Her nails over them. It felt so good. "I see you have My butt plug in place like a good little slave," She observed. She tapped it with Her finger and I could feel the vibrations inside my bowels. It was only 4 inches long, but it reached my prostate and excited me each time it rubbed on it. It had been a chore to drive with it in me. Suddenly Mistress Q pulled it from my rectum. I groaned loudly and felt empty back there. I missed the full feeling it gave me. "Don't worry little slave," She said. "I will be filling that hole often while you are with me. It will not feel so vacant for long. Stand up." When I stood up again She walked around in front of me. She reached down and gently cupped my cock in Her hand. It felt wonderful. I throbbed with the feeling. Mistress Q giggled at my reaction. She then cupped my balls and lightly scraped Her fingernails over them. I was in heaven. She reached a little lower and gave a firm tug on the chain wrapped around my genitals. The loop tightened considerable and became a little uncomfortable. "I will have you remove this while you are here," She stated. "I will find other ways to make this part of you noticeably uncomfortable." She removed the chain and laid it on the dresser. "Go into the other bedroom and look on the dresser," She ordered. "Bring the four leather cuffs, the enema bag, the ball gag, the black leather flogger, and the clover clmps with the chain attached back with you." I did this immediately. The items were placed on the bed when I returned. I noticed that Mistress Q had produced a length of rope, which She had strung through an eyelet protruding from the ceiling. I had not noticed these before and now saw quite a few of them placed at different points across the ceiling of the room. There were two spreader bars on the bed that I had not seen before along with a spool of pink packaging string and a pair of bandage scissors. I just knew I was going to enjoy what was coming. I had no idea what it was yet, but it would have to be exciting to say the least. "Hold out your hands," Said Mistress. She put one set of leather cuffs on my wrists and tightened them so they would not slide around. They were lined with a smooth material and seemed quite comfortable. "Put your feet up on the bed one at a time," was Her next command. The other set of cuffs were placed on my ankles. I noticed that She made sure that all of the metal 'D' rings were place on the outsides of my limbs. I would not be able to hold onto anything when they were attached to something. Mistress went into the bathroom and came out with a glass of water. Her other hand was closed into a fist. "Open your mouth and take this," She said. "You will notice the difference in a little while and then I will tell you what it is. It will not harm you." I opened my mouth, allowed her to place the small pill on my tongue and then took a mouthful of the water from the glass She held to my lips. I swallowed it all. She picked up the ball gag next and walked around behind me. I don't know whether I should have been watching all these proceedings, but I could not take my eyes off them. Mistress Q put the ball gag in front of my mouth with the tails on either side of my head. "Open," She said. She forced the ball into my mouth and pushed it so it sat behind my teeth. It held my moth open about as wide as I had ever had it. I knew it would soon become tedious. She brought the straps to the back of my head and tightened them securely. I tried to push the ball out with my tongue, but could not budge it. " Yell for Me," She ordered. A muffled sound was all I heard no matter how loud I tried to yell. I could be as vocal as I wanted and no one was going to hear me. "I know I said I liked to hear My slaves scream," She said, "but I know you will whimper and wine for the first few procedures and I don't want to hear much of it." My Time This worried me a little. There had been no talk of safe words or the like. No signals had been agreed on. I made up my mind that I would trust Her completely. What did I have to lose? I was under Her spell and could not back away form this encounter. Mistress tied one of the spreader bars to the rope that hung from the ceiling. I noticed the tie off on the wall beside the dresser. There were a series of them running down the wall in a row. Several ropes from other rings in the ceiling could be tied off at the same time. Mistress Q must use this suite often and pay well. The cuffs on my wrists were attached at each end of the spreader bar by quick clips through loops at the ends of the bar. The bar was adjustable and Mistress Q pulled it until my arms were spread just beyond shoulder width. The rope was pulled so that my arms went up over my head. Mistress amazed me with the strength She had. She managed to pull the rope until I was standing on my tiptoes. It was not uncomfortable, but I could not look down at the rest of my body without straining very hard at my neck. "Are W/we comfy?" asked Mistress. I knew it was a rhetorical question and could not have answered it anyway. I just made a sound that came out as, "Mmmmph." "Just so you don't get too comfy," She said as She reached for the clover clamps. Mistress used Her nails to grab the very tip of my nipple.She pulled it out and attached one of the clamps to it. The clamp tightened on its spring and I winched with the biting pain. She let the chain with the other clamp dangle for a minute. The weight and the swinging back and forth of the chain added to the pain. It was sharp. I wondered just how long these things would stay on. Mistress did the same thing to my other nipple. The pain doubled for me. My arms were stretched and my nipples were hurting. Mistress smiled at the look of distress in my eyes. She was so beautiful standing there in front of me with Her hands on Her hips. I had to look down at Her. I am 5 feet, 11 inches tall when I stand flat-footed on the floor. Being stretched like this made me about two inches taller. I felt humiliated at being so completely dominated be this petite little Woman. In spite of that (or because of that) my cock got completely erect. I had a raging erection. I wanted something to touch it and give it some pleasure. "I see you are happy with the situation so far," She said as She gazed at my cock. "I like to see My slave enjoying himself and a hard-on shows Me just how much you love to serve Me. You will be this way for a while. That little pill I gave you was Cialisâ. It will keep you hard for quite some time and it will make your recovery time shorter." I was thrilled. I could keep an erection for almost as long as I wanted and it would come back faster after I had an orgasm, if I was ever allowed to have one. I did not know what a torment this would be as the weekend wore on. I found out She had a good supply of those little pills and they worked well on me. Mistress Q took the other spreader bar and attached each of my ankle cuffs to it. She adjusted it so that my feet were spread to just beyond shoulder width. This only allowed the very tips of my toes to touch the floor. It put a lot of strain on my arms, but I was so turned on right now that I did not notice so much. It would tell on me later. When Mistress stood from Her kneeling position, Her hair brushed the head of my cock lightly. I moaned into the ball gag and my cock twitched and throbbed with the wonderful sensation that it caused. I think I would have cum had She done this once or twice more. It was so erotic. "You are enjoying this," She said. Her eyes twinkled as She stood gazing into my eyes. I could have had Her look at me like that for a week and never tired of it. I was totally entranced by this Woman. Mistress reached Her hand toward my cock and gave the head of it a flick with Her finger. That stung, but I did not lose any of my erection. If anything it grew harder. I did not think that my cock could get that hard. Little did I know what was to come. Each time I wiggled the nipple clamps would bite just a little more. The sharpness of the pain had dulled into an ache. It was the kind of an ache that made me aware that they were there, but not sorry that they were. Mistress reached on the bed and took the spool of packaging string in Her hand. She pulled a length of the string off the spool and cut it free with the bandage scissors. "This is going to be tight and I do not want you to cum while I am putting this on you," She said. I did not know what She was talking about. I was going to find out real quick though. Mistress Q took an end of the string in each hand. The loop that it made at the bottom She brought up under and behind my balls. She made sure that the string was right at the base of my scrotum and then looped each end of the string over the top of my cock making sure that it stayed right at the base of it. By switching hands She could pull the string tighter and tighter. It became painful and I tried to let Her know by moaning into the ball gag. She looked up and smiled. Then She tightened it a little more. She kept looping it around and around and pulling it tight like that until She only had the ends available to tie into a bow like the laces on a pair of shoes. My cock was even harder than before and seemed to be getting harder by the moment. It was larger than I had ever seen it before and I am usually about 7 --and- a- half inches when fully erect. This thing was enormous to me. It was starting to turn a deep shade of purple and my scrotum was beginning to swell also. It seemed to be stretched to the limit. I wondered if my balls were growing also. It was becoming quite painful and the skin felt like it was cold. "That should keep you right where I want you," She said with a satisfied look. "This will serve three purposes. The first is that you can't lose that erection. No matter what you do it will stay as hard as a rock. The Cialisâ would keep you hard anyway, but this will keep you hard through anything including pain. The second benefit is that you will not be quite so sensitive. I can play around with it and you will take longer to get to the verge of cumming. The third wonderful thing about this little tie is that you can't cum anyway. You will not be able to cum or piss by accident until it is untied. You may feel like you are cumming at times, but you will not be able to ejaculate. Isn't that wonderful?" She asked me. "Mmmmmph, Mmmmmph," I replied. This gave me a lot to think about. All these sensations at once were getting to me. It was causing my brain to shut down and go on pure feelings only. I was drawing into myself. It was a marvelous feeling. Things were turning a slightly different color and my ears were starting to ring. I found out later that this was a side effect of the drug. I was still in heaven. Mistress walked away from me. I closed my eyes and let myself feel all the sensations going through my body. I don't know how long She was gone, but I felt Her near me and opened my eyes to see Her. She was still so beautiful to me. Mistress Q had an enema bag in Her hand. It was full to overflowing. I could see into the open top of it that it had some suds in the water. This would be a soapy enema to clean me inside. There was a length of rope tied in a loop through the hole in the neck of the bag and a hook attached to the rope. Mistress had brought in a small step stool during my little interlude. She stepped up on this and attached the hook over the spreader bar. When She let the rope take the full weight of the bag, it stayed beside my head. I could see it clearly. It looked ominous hanging there so bloated. I would be able to tell just how much fluid was left in the bag at a glance. This was devious. "This is a two quart bag," She said. "You will be taking all of it before I take it away. After you expel this enema, you will be given two more with clear water to rinse the soap out. This one may make your stomach a little crampy, but I am sure you will not mind. It is My wish that you take it all and that is all that should matter to you. You will hold all of it and not spill a drop until I allow you to. I have fixed this first one so you will not make a mess of things." The bed was off to my left and I could see the things laid out on it out of the corner of my eye, if I strained my neck real hard. There was a card with quite a few clothespins on it, a pair of latex surgical gloves and a tube of lubricant, a washcloth, a pair of surgical forceps, and a Bardexâ double bulbed enema nozzle. So that is what Mistress meant about me not being able to make a mess of things. I just knew this was not going to be the most pleasant thing that I had done in the last two weeks. I had not even masturbated since Mistress Q ordered me not to. That was a hard order to obey because my fantasies had me so turned on most of the time. Mistress Q reached for the pair of latex gloves and put them on. She took the tube of lubricant and disappeared behind me. I felt the cold of the lubricant on my anus. I jerked from the suddenness of the sensation. "Relax," She said, "W/we haven't even started back here, yet." With that She slid one finger into my asshole. It hurt a little at first, but gradually became more comfortable and enjoyable. I could feel my cock twitching some more. I looked down and saw that my ball sack had become alarmingly swollen. Her finger moved around a little more and the lubricant warmed up. It slid in and out as if She were fucking me with it. Suddenly, Her finger touched my prostate. It was like an electric shock going through me. Such pleasure I had not felt in many years. Just as I was getting used to one finger She put a second finger in. I felt so stretched. She played around in my asshole with those two fingers for a little while. The sphincter muscle finally relaxed and She was satisfied that I was opened up back there for the nozzle. Mistress Q took the nozzle from the bed. I could feel Her attaching it to the hose from the enema bag. Then I felt it enter my anus. It felt huge, though I knew that it wasn't any larger that the two fingers She had put inside me. There was a burst of pressure inside of my ass. The bulb on the inside was being inflated. It grew larger and larger. It was not painful, but the larger it got the more my body wanted to push it out. She stopped inflating that bulb and tugged on it to make sure it would not slide out and was sealed on the inside of the hole. She almost pulled my toes off the floor. This was a strong little Woman. "You will need to relax back here and get used to the size of this thing," Shae said. "It will get a lot easier for you in a minute. Then I will blow up the outer bulb. That will seal you up tighter than a drum. You look so cute like this," She bubbled. "I bled off the air in the tube into the glass I gave you so you will not have that going in your butt. While you get used to the inner bulb, I am going to get a little more comfortable." She came around in front of me and took off the gloves. Reaching behind Her She unhooked the leather bra and took it off. Her breasts sagged ever so slightly. They were still firm and high. The areolas on the tips of them were about the size of quarters. She must have gotten excited from the preparations She had made so far because Her nipples were rock hard and stood out a good quarter of an inch. They were beautiful. I wanted to caress them and suck on them, but I was in no position to do that right now. Instead She started to rub them and make them feel more comfortable. She took each one and put the nipple up so She could lick them with Her tongue. She was so small and delicate. What a Woman! "That feels better," She said and gave me a wink. She went around behind me again and I felt the outer bulb being inflated. I knew that my asshole was sealed up like a bank vault. Mistress wiggled the whole nozzle to make sure it was seated properly and then came back around to the front side. "I want to watch you face while the water runs into you. I will be able to regulate the flow better by the expressions you are giving me," She said. "I want to give you something more to distract you from the pressure of the enema. She reached up and tugged on the chain to the nipple clamps. Pain jolted through my nipples once more. I made sounds, but to no effect. Mistress then reached farther down and caressed my cock and balls. She used both hands and gave them a good feel. I was in heaven. I was enjoying this so much that I did not see Her take the card with the clothespins off the bed. I felt Her attention shift to my ball sack alone and a pinch there. Then there came a sharp, stinging pain. She had attached on of the clothespins to the skin of my ball sack. Then She flicked that darned thing with Her finger. "I make that little squeeze to make sure that the pin doesn't get hold of anything but the skin when it closes," She stated. "The material inside there is much too delicate to be clamped on like that." Thank goodness for small favors. Mistress stood and reached for the clamp on the enema tubing that was next to my chin. "I want you squeaky clean on the inside so I can use you back there any way I want and as hard as I want," She said. "You will be stretched very well back there by the time W/we are done with this weekend. I will be putting my whole hand up there at least once before you leave out of here." Before I had time to think about this She opened the clamp on the tubing and the warm soapy water started to flow into my ass. I sucked in air and tried to relax with it. The pressure was not bad because the bag was not that much higher than my ass and colon. That was a good thing. It was high enough for the flow to continue until the bag was empty and there was nothing I could do to stop it in my present state. I kept staring into the eyes of my lovely Mistress in order to gain courage in my struggle. The flow was relentless and the pressure started to build. Mistress Q must have seen this in my eyes. She stopped the flow and knelt down in front of me. I felt Her tongue run around the head of my cock and almost fainted with the pleasure. I was overwhelmed with sensations. My arms were stretched. I was standing on my very toes. My nipples throbbed and ached. My cock and balls were rock hard and the string was biting into me. The clothespin on my scrotum was causing an ache down there also. My rectum was filling with warm soapy water. Now She had just licked the head of my dick and it was almost too much for me to handle. "One more for the road," She said and I felt the pinch on my ball sack then the bite of another clothespin being attached to it. It stung and caused me to tighten my belly for an instant. I quickly realized this was not a good idea and made a concerted effort to relax those muscles. It worked. "Ready for some more?" She asked as She stood up and reached for the hose clamp. What could I say? It was going to happen when She wanted it to happen. She opened the hose clamp again and I immediately felt the water begin to flow. With the memory of Her tongue on the head of my cock and the new clothespin biting at my ball sack, this was not very bad. My arms were burning with the tension of being on my toes and the calves of my legs were getting tired. I thought I could handle this burst of liquid without any problem. I thought that right up until the first major cramp hit me. It blasted my gut so hard that it lifted my feet right off the floor. Mistress saw this and stopped the flow immediately. "You are having a hard time right now," She said and started to lightly massage my abdomen. "I think I can take your mind off of that cramp." I felt the pinch and then the bite on my ball sack. That did not help much, It only put me in more pain in a different area. The first clothespin was only an ache and the second had become tolerable. This was fresh pain. Then I felt my cock being enveloped by something warm. I looked down and could see that my abdomen had become a little distended. I could still see that Mistress Q had knelt down and taken my cock into Her mouth. This was not just a lick on the head. She had taken nearly half of it in Her mouth. Her head started moving back and forth and I could feel Her tongue rotating around on my cock. I was in heaven and the cramp was forgotten. Mistress stopped the sucking and stood in front of me. She removed the right nipple clamp and the blood rushing back into it made me scream into the ball gag. Mistress only laughed and started sucking and tonguing that nipple. She knew how to torment me. I never saw Mistress Q's hand go to the hose clamp, but I felt the fluid begin to flow into me once again. I glanced sideways at the bag thinking it should soon be empty and found that it was more than half full. I groaned into the ball gag in disappointment. "Not to worry," Mistress said with a laugh. "I will make sure that you take it all." Such encouragement. I could now feel my abdomen distending even further than it had been. The water seemed to be rushing higher and higher inside me. I though that I would soon drown if it went much higher. There was a great deal of pressure building and then something seemed to break free inside me. The pressure abated for a little and the fluid seemed to flow into me more freely. I glanced at the bag again and it was just less than half full. I had lost track of time anyway. I was just humiliating myself by keeping track of the volume left in the bag. The next cramp came crashing so hard that my feet left the floor again and I could feel all my muscles trying to push the nozzle and the fluid out of my anus. No deal. I was plugged up tight. Mistress Q picked up on this and stopped the flow again. She went right back to sucking my cock and rubbing my abdomen without saying a word. Her eyes were smiling back at me. I could still see them, but I had lost site of my cock and Her mouth over my distended belly. The cramp was subsiding when I felt the lightening of another pain ripping through my ball sack. This time She had just pulled the first clothespin right off without opening it. I screamed some more into the ball gag, but did not get any relief. The site was on fire. More fire struck me as Mistress Q removed the clamp from my left nipple. Again She started to lick and suck it like the other one. I was still screaming into the ball gag. The cramp was long gone. The fluid started to flow once more. I felt Her hand go to my cock and start to gently rub it. It was getting sore from being forced erect for so long, but the hand on it felt wonderful. I just dangled and enjoyed. I tried to ignore the residual pain from the removal of the clamps and pin. I could feel the very beginnings of another cramp starting. I quickly forgot about that when another searing pain erupted from my ball sack with the removal of another of the clothespins without it being opened. I was lucky to have no hair there for them to pull out. I did some more useless screaming into the gag. The flow from the bag did not stop this time. The cramp did not come and the hand returned to my cock. Checking out the bag again, I found that it was only a quarter full. It would not be long now. I was feeling like I was pregnant. This was a lot of water! I was wondering what the explosion would be like when Mistress let me get rid of it all. "I will give you another break," Said Mistress. I want the soap suds to do their work." With that She reached up and turned off the flow. I felt another searing pain in my ball sack as the last clothespin was pulled off. Some relief! Mistress Q continued Her massage of my belly. One hand was doing that while the other was still caressing my cock. I could not even see my cock now. I looked like I was long overdue with this baby and felt that way. My Time The relief period did not last very long. I felt the distention start to grow again. The pressure was becoming painful. I needed to get rid of this water! Just when I thought I could bear no more and was starting a constant groan into the ball gag, the pressure stopped. I checked and saw that the bag was finally empty. I felt rather proud of myself for having all of it inside me, but was ready to let go any time Mistress Q said the word. "Good slave," She said. "You have it all in you now. Let me clamp this off so none of it leaks and W/we will see about letting you get rid of it." Mistress Q clamped off the hose and picked up the forceps from the bed. I felt some movement back there and then the bag being removed and taken to the bathroom. Mistress Q returned to stand in front of me. "I don't like to see you struggling with that pressure while you wait," She said. Walking over to the wall and showing me that great looking ass, She reached for the rope that was tied off there. I could feel the tension on my arms lessen and my heels finally touched the floor. My arms were still over my head. Mistress tied the rope off again. "You need something to occupy your time while the suds do their work," She said with a smile. God, she was beautiful standing there. I wished She would take those shorts off, though. "Maybe a little recreation will do some good." Mistress picked up the flogger from the bed and went to my rear. I heard the swish of the flogger and then the sting of the leather on my ass cheeks. It made me jump but was only hard enough to sting a little. There was no real pain, yet. She kept at it at the same pace. The nozzle was still in my anus because I could feel it wiggle back there each time the flogger made contact. My ass cheeks were beginning to get warm and the sting was increasing. "I like to see a nice pink or red ass on my slaves," She said. She continued for I don't know how long. The blows never got any harder, but my ass cheeks were nice and hot when She finally stopped. She bent down and released my ankles from the spreader bar. I was able to bring my legs together. They were weak and stiff from being stretched and standing on tiptoe for so long. Next my arms were lowered and removed from that spreader bar. They just fell to my side. I did not think I would ever be able to raise them again. I was very unsteady on my feet. "Let me help you to the bathroom," She said as She took my hand. "I don't want you falling down or getting lost." I went straight to the toilet and turned so I could just sit down when the nozzle was removed. Mistress had me sit down anyway and then released the air from the outer bulb. I still could not let anything out. The inner bulb was doing its job. Then I felt the inner bulb deflate and the results were instantaneous and explosive. Mistress removed the nozzle, threw it into the sink, removed the ball gag, and left the room. "Let me know when you have all that out and I will get the first rinse enema ready for you," She said over Her shoulder. Let it all out I did. Not a problem. It was such a great relief. I could just imagine the mess back there so I gave it a courtesy flush. This continued until I had no more left in me. I just sat there catching my breath. I got a washrag and cleaned myself up. I called to Mistress Q and advised Her that I was finished and cleaned up. She came back in a couple of minutes. Her complete beauty struck me again. She was a living doll. Mistress Q began filling the enema bag again with lukewarm water. There was no soap this time. I was glad of that. After putting the hook into the little loop at the top of the bag, She hung it on the towel rack on the wall. "Get down on all fours with your ass toward the tub," She ordered. "I think you can handle a smaller nozzle for this one. When this is done, I will have you clean the inflatable nozzle for the last enema. That one you will need to be plugged for." I got down on all fours as ordered and Mistress just put the nozzle in me. She used the one I recognized as the douche nozzle. It was uncomfortable going in due to the lack of lubricant, but I was still moist on the inside and it made it easier for me to hold the nozzle in without it being held. Mistress Q knelt at my side with Her hands resting on my back. I could see Her leg close up. Her skin was like cream. There was not even a trace of hair stubble. I wanted to touch Her so badly. The water started to flow into me. It was not bad this way. I liked this position much better. I could wiggle to adjust myself. It flowed for quite a while before the first cramps came. Mistress reached over, stopped the flow and started to massage my back in earnest. It felt great. The cramp was short lived "You took almost half the bag that time," She said. "You are getting so much better at this." I felt proud of myself for having pleased Her so. The flow began again. Mistress wiggled the nozzle just to make sure I felt it and then went back to rubbing my back. I lasted quite a while this time before another cramp started. Mistress shut off the flow once more and reached under me to massage my sagging abdomen. "You are almost finished with this one," She stated. She continued the abdominal massage until the cramp went away. Then the flow was started for, what I hoped was, the last time. It was the last time. It was only a short wait for the pressure to stop. There was no cramp in sight. The clamp was closed and the nozzle removed without ceremony. "Here is your reward for taking that so well," She said as She slipped Her hand down to my cock. She caressed my cock and balls and then started to jack me off. I wanted to cum right away, but found that I could not. I had waves of pleasure washing over me and noticed that I was moaning almost non-stop. I was on the brink of heaven, but could not get there. This was diabolical! Mistress stopped Her ministrations on me and stood up. "Get on the toilet and release that load," she said and walked out of the room. I did as She ordered with the same results as before. There was not much other than the water to come out this time. My stay on the porcelain throne was shorter than the last time. I washed up again and cleaned the inflatable nozzle that was in the sink. I called to Mistress and she came back in for the third time. She was carrying a plastic pitcher. Mistress placed the pitcher on the counter next to the sink and filled the enema bag once more with water. She hung it back on the towel rack and filled the plastic pitcher. The air was bled out of the hose. A little lubricant was applied to the nozzle. "Get down on all fours again," She stated. "You are about to find out why I like the open topped enema bags." I got down as ordered and the nozzle was shoved in my anus. It was larger than the douche nozzle, but the lubricant helped it slide right in without any pain at all. The inner bulb was inflated and the pressure grew. It was not comfortable anymore. Mistress Q tugged on the nozzle to seat it properly and then blew up the outer bulb. I was given no time to get used to anything. The flow was started. My Mistress kneeled down beside me once more and rested Her hands on my back. I must have taken almost the entire bag before the first cramp came this time. My belly felt almost as distended as it did when the last enema was finished. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that I was right. There was only a little water left in the bag. Mistress Q shut off the flow. "Amazing," She exclaimed. "You took nearly the whole thing in one great rush. You really deserve a reward now. Mistress actually got under me from the side lying on Her back and took my cock into Her mouth. I was ecstatic. She sucked me like a pro for (what I believed) a long time. I was in constant spasm, but could not cum. Lord knows I wanted to badly. I drifted off into some other land until I felt Her mouth leave me. She got back into a kneeling position beside me and reached for the plastic pitcher. "This is why the open top on the enema bag," She said as She poured the water in the pitcher into the bag. It was a little better than half full again. I groaned and started to plead with Her not to make me take all of that. "Don't start or I will put the ball gag back in your mouth," She said sternly. I shut up and waited. The flow was turned back on. The pressure was worse than before. I looked under me and saw that my belly looked like it was going to burst. I had trouble catching my breath from the volume of water pushing up against my diaphragm. I was drifting on the sensations and noticed that my bladder was begging for release also. I knew I would not be able to piss with that tie around my cock and balls. I had lost a lot of feeling in that area since the mouth was taken away. Something had to give. It did. The flow was turned off. "I am going to pinch this off until you get up on the toilet," Mistress Q said. "I will deflate it and take it out after that. I do not want you to release any of the fluid until I tell you to. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. I got up on the toilet and Mistress deflated the bulbs in the nozzle. It was removed from my anus. Mistress then pulled on the bow of the string tying my cock and balls. It came free and she tugged the little know out of it. She then started to slowly unwrap in from my cock and balls. I was thankful She did this slowly because it felt like She was taking part of the skin with it. It hurt like hell and I let Her know it. "Do you want to piss or not?" She asked. For the second time I tried to keep my mouth shut, but could not help moaning loudly as She removed that string. Finally it was off and my cock started to sag. "Let that out, clean up the equipment, take a shower, and come out to the living area when you are done," She ordered. "Take the cuffs off for your shower and put them on again before you come out." With that She left the room. I could not help but watch that well proportioned ass in those black shorts as She walked away from me. Her back was smooth. The muscles rippled under the skin as She walked and Her shoulder blades were visible. What a package. I let go of everything. It took quite a while for this one to drain all the way out of me. Showered and refreshed I went out to the living area. More to come! My Time as a Mexican Whore The large man was pounding hard into Michelle's pussy as she lay on the small bed. The bed springs were squeeking loudly and the bed was slamming into the wall of the tiny room. He was grunting and about to cum. He had chosen not to wear a condom. It was always the john's choice. The man slowed a little in his thrusts as he pumped his seed into the pretty little wife. He moved to suck on her right nipple and then moved up a little higher on her tit with the full intention on marking her with his hickey. Michelle started to cry, but held back as best as she could. Michelle and her husband had planned on starting a family. They had hoped she would get pregnant on their vacation in Mexico along the Mayan Riveria. Now here was yet another man cumming in her unprotected womb. Her pussy already felt worn out, yet she knew that the night had only begun. This was only her third trick for the night. She knew there would be many more. Everyone wanted to fuck a pretty young American wife. The man thrust his tongue deeply into Michelle's mouth as he finished squeezing out the last of his cum into her pussy and leaving a new hickey on her tit. He was proud of himself. He and many of the other men had laughed about giving her a baby. He hoped he had been the one. He rolled off of her. Michelle was glad to get out from under his big belly. It had been hard to breathe. Michelle was pretty. Her shoulder-length medium brown hair had life to it, bouncing about her head as she walked. Her green eyes seemed to give life to her pretty face. Her 36D breasts very nicely topped her 25 inch waist and 37 inch hips. Michael and she had married five years ago. They had put off a family until they were better settled financially. At thirty, Michael was two years older than Michelle. They both had good jobs. He had become somewhat successful in the energy business. She was the secretary to the president of an accounting firm. Everything had been going great until that horrible night. It had been less than two weeks ago. They had gone with some others from their resort to a popular nightclub downtown. She had dressed seductively in a short dress that showed off her assets very well. Michael had insisted that she wear it. She hadn't worn a bra. He liked her looking "hot", and she certainly did. It had been getting late, Michael had drank too much, and Michelle was trying to get him into a taxi to go back to their resort. Michael had insisted on one last drink at the bar next door before they left. As they entered, Michelle felt uncomfortable. None of the others from the resort were inside. It was dark and as her eyes adjusted, she could see several men sitting around the bar. The few couples dancing where all Mexican. She couldn't see any Americans. Michael had walked up to the bar and Michelle followed him, noting the stares of the men around her. He ordered them two drinks, although she insisted that he didn't need one and she didn't want one. As Michael was downing his drink, a strange man came up and asked to dance with Michelle. She told him "No,thanks". He insisted in his broken English. Michael finally told the man that he could dance with his wife. As they walked to the dance floor, Michael stumbled. When they started to dance, Michael fell down and Michelle tied to help him up. Two men came over and helped him up and walked with Michael and Michelle outside. They said they would get them a cab. Michelle remembered being thankful for their help. Just then a white van pulled up and the side door opened. Michelle could see some men sitting on the floor and that there were no back seats. Before she could say anything, the men pushed both Michael and Michelle into the van. The door shut, and the van sped off. Immediately the men grabbed Michelle and ripped at her dress. When Michael tried to help her, one of the men hit him and held him down. It wasn't hard to do in Michael's intoxicated state. Ripping her dress open, the men grabbed for Michelle's tits, ass, and pussy. One man held her arms down above her head. He leaned over and sucked on her tits as another man pulled her panties down. Michelle was screaming and kicking. When her foot contacted with the chest of the man trying to get her panties off, he slapped her hard. She was stunned. He moved on his knees up her body, taking his dick out. He grabbed her hair and lifted her mouth to his cock. Michelle held her lips closed and shook her head "no!" The man slapped her again, harder than the first time. Tears came from her eyes. Her head was ringing. As her mouth fell open, the man forced his smelly dick inside. Michael had had his hands taped behind his back and his ankles taped together. As he tried to protest, one of the men hit him hard in the stomach. He vomited immediately. Another man kicked him several times. The van stopped. One of the men took a rag and wiped the vomit out of the van, slapping and hitting Michael as he did. All Michael could see in the dark night was the side of an old car a few feet away. "Suck!" the man ordered Michelle. "Or we kill husband." Michelle looked over at Michael. He already looked in bad shape. She began to suck on the man's rape-tool as she felt another man begin to lick what she was to come to know as "fuck-hole 1." His dick began to grow as she sucked. She gagged as he shoved it deep into her throat. Her saliva ran out of her mouth and down to her chest. The man pulled his dick out. "Swallow me!" he ordered, and then slapped her again. He then put his hard dick back into the pretty wife's mouth. As he did, Michelle could feel a dick pushing against her pussy. She could do nothing about it as he pushed fully inside her and began fucking her. The man fucking Michelle's mouth began to cum first. She had to swallow some of it, he was so far down her throat. As he began to pull out, he paused and finished cumming in her mouth. The other man soon began to cum in her pussy. She could feel his wicked seed shoot deep within. The men pulled Michael over to her. "Now how you like pretty wife. Kiss her!" Michael's face was pushed into Michelle's. He could taste the man's foul cum as they kissed. He was then pushed down to her pussy. "Lick it, clean her, or maybe I give her a baby!," the man who had cum in her pussy said. Michael began to lick her and even suck on her to get the cum out. In his befuddled mind he was trying to prevent a pregnancy. The men laughed at him and punched him. Even in their shock, Michelle and Michael felt the total humilation. Before Michael had finished licking the cum out, another man had his dick in Michelle's mouth. Yet another was in her pussy as Michael was pulled aside. He was forced to watch his wife raped by two men at once. Michael could see cum running out of his wife's mouth as the second man pulled out. It dropped down to her breasts. He could also see cum coming out of her pussy as the other man pulled out. He expected to have to lick it again, but instead, a man laid down and made Michelle mount him. Another man held her head up by her hair and pushed his dick into her mouth. Michael was pulled up and made to lick Michelle's asshole. He knew what the men were planning to do. There was nothing he do about it except to get her as wet as possible. Michael was pulled aside, and the man Michelle had been sucking moved around behind her and pushed his dick inside Michelle's tight virgin ass, ignoring her screams. Another man quickly stuffed Michelle's mouth with his dick. The van suddenly pulled to a stop. The side door was opened and Michael was pulled out. They were on a dirt road somewhere in the country. The tape was taken off of Michael's wrists and ankles. The men took his shirt, belt, shoes, keys, billfold and rings. Left with only his pants, Michael walked off as the van sped on, the men laughing. He could see no tag or other identification. Michael's last sight of his wife Michelle was with three men fucking her at once, one in each of her holes.