0 comments/ 14827 views/ 6 favorites A Submissive's Memoirs By: holliday1960 It was sheer pornography; visibly crass, coarse, demeaning, and abusive; all the things that would raise a public cry of outrage, if it had indeed been made a public affair. It was, in all respects, perhaps the most private moments of my life, and the sacredness of it kept it safe from any condemnation. Any regrets that might have been expressed, were solely made in the moment of choosing, and did not extend beyond that. For instance, I deeply regretted the moment I walked through the door, and you told me to take down my panties. My carelessness in not immediately pulling them down earned me marks of demerit that I would come to regret within a few scarce seconds. I knew it even before I was allowed to express that regret. You very forcibly pulled them down around my ankles for me and ordered me to place my palms on the edge of the bed. I hadn't been in the room ten seconds and already I had found a way to displease you. I would make it up to you by moving more quickly to grip the edge of the mattress, and with my feet together, bend over to display my naked ass purely for your pleasure. You made good use of it for that purpose. I glanced nervously over my shoulder at the rather thin bamboo cane you tested against your open hand before hiking the hem of my skirt above my hips and testing it more fully across the backs of my thighs. It made a loud whishing sound as it bent with some force against the air and then landed with a sharp snap against my flesh. It stung. I bit my lower lip and remained quiet while I braced myself for another switch of it. The second swing found its mark squarely across the middle of my buttocks, raising a red welt that all but cut into the flesh. It irritated, burning and tingling the nerve endings where it landed. I made a sorrowful whimpering sound so that you would know I did indeed regret having made you unhappy. My understanding of my transgressions seemed to spur you to have me become more contrite than I already was. You slid your hand across the red mark on my ass cheek and said clearly, "You should have pulled your panties down for me." Your hand was warm and soothing and I closed my eyes for a moment in relief while you rubbed gently away at the welt. Your voice went on calmly, "When I finish caning you to my liking, I'm going to put this in your ass." You tossed a small but ominous looking device down on the bed for my inspection. I shivered slightly at the idea. "Then, I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you until I like the color of your bottom. When I am happy, you can suck my cock until you make it cum." I eyed the butt-plug lying inert before me and nodded. My knees felt weak and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I heard the swish of the cane again and I yelped out-loud when it snapped again against my buttocks. I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my muscles, which only served to make the stinging more intense. You gave me more than a dozen switches before pausing to check my pussy. It was oozing, slippery and wet with excitement. You tried to insert two fingers, and pretending some difficulty at the task, you leaned and whispered over my shoulder, "We can do better than that. You need to be much wetter in order for me to fuck you later." With that threat, you resumed your endeavor to complete the caning more quickly and harshly than before. I began to squall like a rebellious child, lifting my feet and dancing with each fresh switching, until at last you stopped, satisfied that I was far more willing to jump at your command than I had been earlier. You stepped back, and ordered, "Finish undressing, then get up on the bed. Face down, on your knees." You were already reaching for the ominous little butt-plug you had promised to use. I rubbed my backside quickly, pouting as I slowly began removing my remaining clothes. You made no move to remove your own clothes, preferring to stand there with arms folded across your chest, watching me strip to your satisfaction. When the last of the clothes were removed, you tapped the bed with the cane as a reminder of what was expected of me. I sighed heavily and slowly began to climb onto the edge of the bed. "Hurry up," you snapped sharply, "Or, I'll give you a reason to hurry." It was an unnecessary threat. I hadn't forgotten that I was already owed a rather severe spanking to add much more than insult to my already injured behind. I planted my knees on the bed, not too far spread, and lowered my upper body, resting on my knees and elbows. You pushed against my shoulders, forcing me further down. "Down!" you demanded firmly. You tapped the insides of my knees, indicating you wanted them spread more fully. "Spread them wider. I want that ass where I can see it," you growled impatiently at me. I did as I was told, brushing the hair from my eyes and plucking nervously at my lower lip with my fingers while I watched you retrieve a towel and some lubricant for the toy you intended to plant in my anus. My knees trembled a little and my pussy throbbed involuntarily in anticipation of what was to come next. Watching your every move, my stomach seemed to flip upside down with anxiety. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. Most of all, I wanted to cum. All at the same time. Instead, I waited. You applied a generous amount of lubricant to the hard metallic toy and set it aside on the towel until it was required. Then, you turned your attention to my raised and widely spread bottom. I felt you touch one finger lightly to my anus, smearing something cold and greasy there. I gasped aloud when the tip of your finger pressed slightly against the opening. My body jerked in rejection and the muscles went taut, straining to prevent any further penetration on your part. "Open, little girl," you warned strongly, and I tried to relax, but my body simply wouldn't obey my mental commands. My knees involuntarily closed slightly, and my anus squeezed tighter around your finger. I felt your abrupt withdrawal as you reached for the bamboo cane again. "Let's see if I can persuade you with this to do what I tell you to do," you said hoarsely and with some enjoyment. I was squealing before the first lightly stinging blow fell, directly aimed against my anus. I deeply and profoundly regretted my body's disobedient betrayal of both of us, more for my own sake than for yours. The sting brought about an immediate flood of tears to my eyes and a low wail from my lips. You paused only long enough to shove my knees wider apart for your convenience. The result was an instantaneous rain of stinging blows relating magnetically to my anus, and within seconds, it was throbbing in discontent and I was sobbing loudly for relief. I suppose the only matter that made you take pity was the fact that you had not yet managed to accomplish your goal; that, and the fact that you had future plans for its use, which if too harsh an abuse was implemented, it might have been impeded. In any case, I had hardly enough time to take a deep breath and to comprehend that I had just endured a rather severe caning of not only my ass cheeks, but now the very entrance between them as well, before I heard a distinct rattle. It was the sound made by those complimentary ice buckets that hotels provide their guests. I gripped the covers tighter in my fist and gulped for a quick breath of air, not daring to move a single sinew. Then, it was there...incredibly cold, hard and wet, dripping onto the covers as you held it against the throbbing sphincter of my bottom. I welcomed the numbing cold and held perfectly still while it melted against the inflamed and injured portico. I sighed and began to relax as the cold worked to numb the offended area. You must have witnessed how quickly the tension diminished and the portal inexplicably opened as if merely by your bidding. I heard your hand rattle in the ice again. A second later, a small cube slid neatly and easily inside with seemingly little effort on your part. It paused just past the tight entrance and I could feel it melting, the cold water trickling inward past my rectum and flowing deep inside my upturned ass. I held very still, relishing the feel of it. It was amazingly soothing and it felt incredibly good. This was not a fact that I was willing to reveal to you, however, so I kept my silence. A series of frozen cubes followed the first. Each was a bit larger than the last and they were delivered in rapid succession, stacking one behind the other, like a string of frozen pearls. They began melting the instant they were received and I wondered at the tedious process of having you feed them one by one into my bottom while it seemed to ravenously swallow them up as fast as you could feed them in. I shivered at the frigid stream that occurred as a result, and my pussy gushed with delight as you continued poking and prodding the ice pearls inside. I barely noticed the insertion of the dreaded butt-plug as it pushed past the entrance, driving the ice deeper until it was sucked past my rectum and into my bowels. Suddenly, the feeding frenzy was over and I was left with the protrusion of a solid, heavy, metal object, rather strategically planted in my rear. I half imagined that it might at some point begin to grow, having been so carefully cultivated and watered. The idea of it induced me to wiggle my bottom just a little with enthusiasm. You gave the object a quick inspection to ensure that it would not become easily dislodged. "How does it feel?" you inquired rather casually. I blinked innocuously and firmly determined not to reveal my secret pleasure. I tossed the hair from my eyes and clutched the covers tighter again. "Big," I complained. You snorted somewhat in contempt. "It hurts," I lied in a whining tone. You patted one buttock affectionately. "It doesn't hurt, and you know it," you admonished with a slight bit of mirth and a great deal of doubt. "It does too!" I argued in a violent huff of indignation. Your voice had become calm and indifferent again. "Not half as much as it is going to, so I suggest you be happy for the moment and stop all that complaining," you advised. I held my position with my ass still pointed to the ceiling while I watched you from the corner of my eye as you peeled off your clothes at last and settled on the edge of the bed. "Come here and suck my cock. Make it hard," you ordered. For the briefest moment, I erroneously thought you had forgotten the promised spanking, and I hurried to slide down at your feet and take your cock between my lips. Perhaps, I could make you forget by performing to your satisfaction in this area. On my knees, with my head bobbing up and down on your penis, I was almost able to forget the surgical steel implant in my ass. I was given a sharp reminder, when you gave me an insistent push and said, "Sit back, and slow down." My ass now rested against my heels, pressing the anal device a bit deeper and the slowed pace promised that it would be a while before I could expect any relief. Your cock stubbornly refused to become fully erect in my mouth. My pussy gushed again with the added pressure of the hard, cold steel in my anus. I felt a small trickle of water as it rushed back from the abyss, gravity drawing it back towards the only available egress. It made me wiggle and suck harder on your cock. I swirled my tongue around the head, ducking my head and taking the full length of it into my mouth. I felt it graze the back of my throat and I tightened my lips before letting it slide slowly back. I licked it, and lapped at it. I sucked hard on it and stroked it insistently with my hand. Nothing I did seemed to alter its less than inflated state. After several minutes of seeming only slightly less than bored, you tugged at my hair indicating that you were tired of the ineffectual blow-job. It did seem that you had forgotten that spanking, and I was not entirely sure that I wasn't just the smallest bit disappointed by your lapse of memory. I lifted my head and stared expectantly up at you. "I want to fuck you now," you said tracing my cheek gently with one finger. I almost stammered in embarrassment, "I think I have to go to the bathroom." I saw the slightest hint of amusement in your eyes when you shook your head in denial. "Not yet," you replied as you arranged a stack of pillows in the center of the bed. You placed a towel over them, then patting them, you urged, "Right here. Come on now." I reluctantly centered my hips on the pillows and fell backwards on the mattress. I wasn't too alarmed by the urge to empty my bowels. It might have in fact been only the intrusion of the toy that gave me the slightest sensation of needing the use of a toilet. In any case, it could wait, I thought to myself, eager to bring you to orgasm and diminish your less than pleasant mood. You lifted my legs over your shoulders and I felt the head of your now fully erect penis nudging between the lips of my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed, lifting my arms above my head and settling myself comfortably back to enjoy having you fuck me. I felt your penis encounter some resistance, encumbered by the presence of the anal plug that shared the duty of filling me completely from both ends. Your penis was fully hard now, and it was pumping in and out of me at an alarming speed. I wondered what had finally coaxed it from its shyness to such a glorious splendor. Your weight was resting on the backs of my thighs, pinned back and wide apart by your grasp. My toes bumped against the headboard with each thrust and I struggled to lift my hips upwards to meet you. The head of your cock pulled at the toy in my ass with each outward stroke and I moaned with some pleasure. I liked having both objects inside of me at the same time. My pussy was soaked now, and my ass was still well oiled from the insertion of the plug. Everything was working smoothly and from the sound of your breath, you were well on your way to an impending orgasm. Unexpectedly, you slowed your pace and I opened my eyes to stare at you inquisitively. "I want to cum in your ass," you said sounding strained. Already, you were attempting to slide the toy past your penis and out of my ass. I whimpered in protest, but said nothing. I braced myself for the anticipated assault. The toy slid out and landed on the mattress between us with an almost silent thud. You withdrew your penis from my pussy and holding me firmly with one hand, you directed it towards my anus. I grunted as I felt the head of it pressing inward. I could see the excitement in your eyes as you pushed forward, intent on forcing it if necessary. It was necessary. It was always necessary to use force in these cases. Even when consensual, anal penetration demanded force and it always gave at least some degree of pain. In your excitement, you disregarded that fact and you bullied your way inside. The bulbous head slid past my sphincter and it seemed to snap tightly closed around it. I gasped and let out a little shriek of protest. You thrust hard and quickly, intent on making complete penetration in a hurry. I felt stretched beyond my limits, and with one last remorseless jab, you were completely embedded. I squawked loudly and bit into the back of my hand trying to suppress the scream that threatened to escape my lips. Your cock felt enormous and hot as it progressed further, passing into my rectum, and then deeper still. The length of it allowed it to invade the deepest recesses of my behind and it seemed to grow with each inward thrust. Your breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, and I knew that you were on the edge of orgasm. I felt it swell, then pulse, and a spray of hot ejaculate spewed with force inside of me. I yelped involuntarily at the sensation. Your cock throbbed again, and another wad of thick cum spurted from it. I groaned and squeezed it tightly, trying in vain to hold it still and deep inside. I savored the sensation, until the last pulsing dwindled and faded. You remained inside of me, lowering your weight on top of me and resting comfortably for several long moments. When you rolled your weight from me, I slipped from the bed and went in search of a toilet and a hot shower. I was surprised to find that I was unable to relieve myself of what I had imagined to be a rather adequate mixture of melted ice and cum. I stepped into the hot shower with some frustration and disappointment. I had yet to enjoy any fruits of my labor. By my own estimation, I had barely succeeded in pleasing you, although you did, at the moment, seem content. We took turns showering, and only when we had again settled comfortably on the bed together, did I notice that you had seized the opportunity to efficiently clean and organize the sexual paraphernalia. It was neatly arranged on the bedside table for further use. "Take a nap," you ordered, tucking the covers around me and throwing an arm across me. "I have a surprise for you when you wake up," you muttered lazily before your breath became rhythmic, and you passed into a deep sleep. I estimated that I had slept well past the time you awakened. I opened my eyes lazily to the sensation of your fingertips dancing across my clit. The room was heavily shadowed, nearly dark in fact, and I judged the hour to be late. Your clothes were neatly folded over a nearby chair. I assumed you had gone out for some reason while I slept. I yawned behind my hand and shook my head to come fully awake. With a gentle smile, you lit a cigarette and held it out to me. Abandoning the play at my pussy, you stood up and padded to the table nearby, lifting a bottle and uncorking it with a pop. I watched you pour the wine in a plastic cup and deliver it safely to my hands. I took a tentative sip, discovering the bubbles of champagne as they languished on my tongue. You were visibly distracted, and you made only minimal small talk, turning on the television and adjusting the volume to a tolerable level. I had the distinct impression that you wanted only the noise as some guise and you showed no preference for what show it displayed. You hurried to refill my cup as I drank down the last swallow. I eyed you cautiously and with some well-founded suspicion. You were indeed up to something, but exactly what, I could not as yet ascertain. The moments of dull conversation drug on until you had helped me consume by some urging, the better part of an entire bottle of champagne. "I have to pee," I announced, rising rather unsteadily to my feet and making my way towards the toilet room. "Hurry up!" you called to my retreating back. "I have something new to try." I cast a disdainful glance over my shoulder as I hugged the wall for support. I returned a few moments later, with an empty bladder and a swimming head. I was undeniably drunk, or at least quite giddy from the champagne. Displayed in full view on the bed was some newfound pleasure-device. At a quick glance, I knew what it was for and I frowned at you with disapproval. Bondage was nothing new to our relationship, but the manner of this device was new. It was a rather long spreader-bar, with four cuffs made of leather, intended to spread the legs very wide, and hold the wrists at the same position as the ankles. It effectively produced an exaggerated position of "doggie-style" with no room to quibble or squirm. I frowned in your direction again. "We don't need that," I said with some degree of conviction. You were smiling rather slyly my way. "No, I suppose we don't need it. It was just something I wanted to try," you shrugged indifferently. You gave the chains attached to the leather cuffs an enticing jingle. "You have to admit, it looks interesting, though," you added with a sheepish smile. My frown melted somewhat. "Come on! Let's just try them one time," you coaxed in a pleading tone. "You want me to make you cum, don't you?" You knew I liked being restrained. It made it easier and more pleasant for me to orgasm that way. My remaining objections melted away and with a sigh of resignation, I crawled upon the bed and "assumed the required position", face down with my ass thrown into the air. A Submissive's Memoirs The wine made me far less resistant and considerably less cautious that I should have been. It was only when the bar was in place and my wrists were snuggly secured to my ankles that I began to realize the folly of my blunder. The only movement I could make was to lift my head from the mattress. "It's too tight," I complained with a edge of remorse. I tugged at the leather cuffs. "I can't move!" I declared with some panic rising in my throat. "I know," you said sounding smug. You patted my thigh lightly and slid a finger inside of my pussy. The benign gesture momentarily quelled my panic and I closed my eyes to settle the swimming sensation inside my head. I was definitely drunk and your finger in my cunt felt good. I tried to grip it tighter but couldn't, so restrained as I was. I could do nothing but lay face down and allow you the freedom to do as you pleased. You removed your finger and leaned forward, sliding your tongue between the lips of my pussy and licking at my clit. You sucked it between your lips and clamped it between your teeth, chewing it gently but firmly. "Fuck me!" I demanded now breathless. You withdrew your tongue and sat up behind me. "I'm afraid it is going to be awhile before I can do that," you informed me resolutely. My disappointment soared. I felt you rise from the bed and a moment later, I could feel your presence standing at the side of the bed. I opened my eyes and you tossed down a leather belt within my view. You were staring down at me, intent on intimidating me. "I think I may need this," you said, nodding to the belt. "You won't need it," I assured you, shaking my head earnestly. "I think I might," you reiterated with lingering doubt. "You see, I still have to give you the surprise I promised you." You tilted your head a bit at my puzzled expression. "Oh, I see you thought that the spreader-bar was your surprise," you mused almost to yourself. You shook your head and clapped a hand against my ass. "Nope! That was just a means to allow me to give you the real surprise," you announced with a tone of superiority. You stroked the cheek of my ass suggestively but very softly. "You see, I needed complete control for this. I need your complete cooperation. The restraints made that possible. Would you like to see what it is now?" you asked. My breath caught in my throat, and I nodded with some hesitation. I watched you move away, completely from my view. I could hear you rummaging around for several moments before you returned clutching several foreign items. You placed them on the bed for me to see and I gasped aloud at the sight of them. "No!" I hissed loudly. You place a finger to my lips to silence me or at least to quiet my rising tone. I pulled at the restraints and found them unrelenting. "No! I won't do it!" I repeated just as firmly. You sounded almost bored with my earnest protest. "I don't recall asking for your permission. And, besides, I don't think you really mean it," you shrugged half-heartedly at me. "Oh, I mean it, alright!" I assured you with some vehemence. "If you don't let me go, right now, I will scream," I threatened. "Go ahead!" you urged lazily. "I'll be sure to answer the door when hotel management shows up," you replied with the same cool tone. The reversal of my misfortunes had become clearly apparent to me. You would do exactly as you pleased and there was nothing I could do to dissuade you from it. You picked up the belt and gripped it tightly where I could see the threat of it. "You failed to use the safe-word we agreed upon," you pointed out in a soft tone. "Now, there's nothing you can do but accept the situation and make it more pleasant for both us. Besides, you are not the first little girl to be given a nice, warm enema and I am not inclined to put my prick where I've already cum once. Not without it being clean again." The authority in your voice had returned. You were in complete control and I was at your mercy. I felt a surge of energy course through me. My stomach quivered and my pussy suddenly throbbed with anticipation. It wasn't so much the enema that I objected to, but rather the humiliation of it. I made one last attempt at persuasion. "No! I don't want it!" I shrieked, trying to buck against the restraints. I felt the leather lick across my hips. It made a loud slap against my skin and I knew it had left a red streak where it landed. You didn't afford me the opportunity to object again. "You are going to do exactly what you are told," you ordered briskly. I felt another stinging slap of the belt. It burned like fire and the breath rushed out of me. "I don't expect you to like it very much. But, you really should become accustomed to it, because the more you dislike it, the better I will enjoy it," you explained harshly. The leather landed in quick succession several more times, drawing welts and turning my skin a bright pink. The cheeks of my ass were hot to the touch and your palm felt cool as you stroked me thoughtfully. My pussy gushed in response and I sobbed aloud. "If you've had enough of that, then I'll get the other things ready," you said, sounding as if you were offering some sort of compromise. I nodded, indicating that I had indeed had enough, and I sobbed aloud again, bemoaning my fate and the fact that you were enjoying my discomfort to such a degree. You approached the side of the bed again and I could see your penis, fully erect, hard as a granite statue, waving and bobbing in delight at my predicament. You examined each part of the assembly, testing the hose attachment, the clamp, and the other assorted pieces and making some small comments to raise the level of my anxiety. "I chose each piece especially to suit our needs," you said as you fiddled away, prolonging my agony. "This nozzle is shaped like a butt-plug, so it should stay in place if you try to hold onto it," you said holding up a device made of steel and larger than the toy you had used earlier. "It might feel cold going in, but the water should warm it up pretty quickly." I watched as you attached a nearly six foot long rubber hose to the steel implement, and then applied a heavy coat of some thick lubricant to it. "I'm going to insert this now, so you will have time to become more accustom to it while I fill the bag," you informed me while holding the nozzle up for me to examine. It was long and tapered at one end; the end that inserted first. It gradually increased in circumference as the shaft extended up towards a very slender neck with a rather wide handle. The handle could serve to spread the buttocks if placed properly and that was how you were determined to use it to your best advantage. It would stretch my anus wide to accommodate the girth of the widest point. The slender neck would make it next to impossible to expel. The hose attached by screwing in place through the handle and allowing the water to flow directly into the neck. I began to whimper with the clearer understanding of how it would work. It would not leak. Once planted, it could not be expelled. It was a clever and effective device of humiliation and torture and I was very aware that it was about to be plugged inside of me. I was terribly frightened by the very sight of it and my knees began to shake. My complete terror brought about a rather evil and wicked grin of decadence on your part. You moved behind me and spread my cheeks wide with the fingers of one hand, while you centered the device, and applied pressure that it required to began the slow and tormenting process of insertion. It was cold, hard steel, well greased, so it slid easily in for several inches before extending inside my rectum and beginning to expand it. I felt the first pangs of rejection as my rectum spasmed in rebellion. You slowed the progress and reassured me, "It's about half-way there. Relax now. Just a little more and it will be in." I grunted at the effort to relax and even my drunken state would not allow it. In exasperation of my gripes that it was causing significant pain, you gave a swift push and it glided inside like a rocket. Again, the breath rushed out of me and I lay inert as a sharp pain stabbed inside of me. Slowly, the pain subsided and my anxiety decreased so that I could draw a normal breath again. Only then, did you resume your toils, pausing to assemble a professional looking stand on which to hang the bag, once filled, so that you would be left hands-free. It took little time to accomplish that task and you returned to retrieve the last item; the water bag, itself. Already, I had discovered that I had the capacity to accept without too much discomfort, the nozzle lodged firmly in my bottom. I found it most annoying, only because it made me yearn to cum and my pussy was already exuding a liberal amount of juice that dripped like honey on the towel you had thoughtfully place between my open knees. You carried the bag away and I heard the water running for several minutes, knowing full well that it would be more than just slightly warm when you returned with it. I was left to ponder the entire situation on my own. I was both sexually excited, and mortified at the same time. You were completely correct in your observation that I was not the "first little girl to receive an enema." This was true, and no doubt, I would survive it, at least physically unscathed. But, in not using the safe-word, I had given up all rights to any future control as best as I could tell. I was becoming more and more the "little girl" with each passing day; relinquishing all control to you. I could only perceive the shadows of movement when you returned and stood behind me, hanging the bag high on the stand and connecting the hose in preparation of the final delivery. You paused to bend over me, stroking me hair away from my cheek and offering some false comfort. "I can control the amount of the flow with the clamp," you informed me. "I'll only release a slow flow for now. Just barely a trickle," you said. I relaxed at that promise before you blissfully added, "I want to take my time with this and make it last. We'll see how much you can take and how long you can hold it for me." "No! Please, don't!" I pleaded tearfully, now able to fully understand your motives in going slowly. "Which would you prefer? Slow and easy, or fast and furious?" you taunted me. "Either way, you'll hold it until you suck my cock and I cum in your mouth," you added. "I promised to spank your ass until you made me cum. This will be much more enjoyable. At least, for me, anyway," you said slyly. You raised yourself from the bed and I could see the shadow as you reached to release the clamp. I heard the click of the clamp being released and several seconds passed as the water traveled down the hose, through the nozzle and into my sufficiently poised behind. I flinched and whimpered softly as I felt the first warmth spreading through me. It was uncomfortably warm and dreadfully slow in emptying inside of me. This would in fact take some time. You climbed onto the bed in front of me, and your penis bobbed towards my lips. It was very hard, straining towards me with veins standing out and the head appearing purple with a full rush of blood. There was a large drop of pre-cum already streaming from the tip and dripping slowly towards the bed. I tentatively took it between my lips and began to suck it slowly. I was beginning to feel the weight of the water and I automatically gripped the nozzle tighter to prevent any leakage. It would be the ultimate humiliation to allow any water to escape and I was determined not to have that happen. In doing so, I felt the first urge to expel the water and I moaned sucking harder on your penis. You must've sensed the urgency because you warned sternly, "You have a long way to go. There's a lot of water still in that bag and I am no where close to wanting to cum just yet." You words were laced with an underlying threat and my mouth was full. I couldn't even reply. I groaned a little louder and sucked more in earnest. You thrust your penis towards me, shifting your hips forward and back so that you were fucking my mouth with a steady rhythm. It seemed an eternity, but was more likely a mere minute or so before I felt my stomach cramp, and I was overwhelmed with the urgency to release the water. I began to shake my head in a panic with your penis fully engaged in my mouth. You withdrew your penis so that I could speak. "I have to go," I hissed between clenched jaws. You petted my hair and shook your head. "You have to make me cum first," you reminded me. "Now, look. He's getting soft and you'll have to start all over," you said woefully looking down at your flagging penis. I had no doubt that it was a deliberate effort on your part to prolong my agony yet longer. "Would you like me to hurry this up?" you asked mocking my uneasiness. I nodded in earnest expecting some mercy on your part. Instead, you reached for the clamp and snapped it open. The water came down in a forceful gush, rushing inside of me at an alarming rate. I squealed and stiffened. "Oh, god!" I gasped. "Please! No more!" I pleaded with tears in my eyes. "I really have to go!" You gripped my hair tightly and forced your penis between my lips once more. I sucked hard, unable to do anything more or less than what I was already doing. I heard the hot water bag make several loud noises, sucking for air in the same vigorous manner that I sucked your cock. The water suddenly stopped flowing and I knew the bag was empty. I struggled to contain it while I worked furiously to bring about your orgasm. "Good girl," you panted. "Now, we will see just how long it takes you to make me cum." You pumped yourself in and out of my mouth for several minutes more until very real tears were streaming down my cheeks. Abruptly, you stopped. You withdrew your penis from my mouth and moved behind me again. You released my wrists and ankles from the restraints and a moment later, I felt the plugged nozzle being removed. I strained to hold the water inside. "You can go now," you said patting the cheek of my ass. "Clean yourself up when you are done," you ordered firmly. "I thought you said..." I stammered and blushed bright red, dragging myself up from the bed and hurrying towards the toilet. "I know what I said, but did you really think I wasn't going to fuck that ass again?" you snarled. "Now, hurry up and get back in here. I'm waiting." It was a long while before I managed to tend to the business at hand and I returned feeling contrite, embarrassed, and more than a just a little horny. I had showered again, cleaning away all evidence of any earlier activities. I was indeed squeaky clean, both inside and out. I was more than eager to finish in whatever way you had in mind our lurid adventure. I needed no further reminders of exactly who was in control in the bedroom.