Prisoner of Love
Cindy had dozed off for a while on the bed in the hotel room, although she was vaguely aware of some soft music on the radio, and occasional sounds of someone moving around. Her head was spinning from all the wine Steve had made her drink while they were making out on the sofa. He knew he could get her helplessly hot and excited by putting his hand up under her skirt and caressing her, while deep-kissing her aggressively and forcing his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes of that, she “melted” and he could do anything with her. He had then taken her over his knee, lifted up her skirt and given her a sound spanking … causing her to sob like a humiliated little girl. Then he took her in the bedroom, laid her carefully on the bed and told her to be a good girl and take a nap for a little while because he had a surprise for her later.
(a half-hour later …….)
Cindy tried to get up but couldn’t move … something seemed to be holding her. Then she realized that Steve had tied her arms behind her back after he had removed her panties, leaving her only in her bra, garterbelt and stockings. There was also a gag stuffed into her mouth. She struggled briefly but soon realized the ropes had her hopelessly secure and she couldn’t even call for help. She decided the best thing was just to close her eyes and relax. She trusted Steve and knew that, although he was absolutely dominant, he would not injure her. He was a masculine aggressive male and was a bit rough with her at times, but did so with TLC. He understood her every need .. her every feeling. He had the amazing ability to get into her mind and almost “play” her like a musical instrument. That, more than the ropes, gags, and other things he used, is what really gave him such total control over her.
She heard water running in the bathroom. In a few minutes she saw him return to the bedroom pushing a white enameled cart that looked like some kind of hospital equipment. It had a 4-foot rod mounted on the side, and hanging from it was a large red rubber bag, bulging as if it held a gallon of water. It was so full that the top was slightly brimming over with some kind of white suds. It had a piece of tubing extending from it that was itself connected to a large red rubber tube with a small slit on the side of the tip. Cindy shuddered as she realized this was a hospital system for giving large volume enemas to patients. She hardly had to guess what was in store for her.
Steve sat down on the bed beside Cindy and gently caressed her and removed her gag. “Did you have a nice nap, my sweet one?”
She was lying on her tummy, the only way she could be comfortable with her arms bound behind her. He began kissing her on the back of her neck and simultaneously moved his hands under her, massaging her breasts and working his way down between her legs to her clit.
“I have decided to give you a special treatment today … it will be uncomfortable and embarrassing, but you will feel wonderful afterwards. I am going to give you a deep, cleansing soapsuds enema.”
Cindy was already excited and breathing hard from his kisses and caresses. Now, she gasped, “Oh please, Sir, don’t make me take one of those … things. I don’t like them … Please!”
Steve just laughed, kissed her again and whispered in her ear, “Don’t you worry, my Sweet … it will all be over in a little while and you will feel much better. Then I will take you out to a nice dinner. Sweet girls like you need a good cleaning out once in a while. It is good for your complexion and general health. It will wash out all the bad chemicals and toxins you have taken in from those fast food places and junk food.”
But Cindy cried, “Please, Sir, don’t make me do this … I promise I will do anything and be a good girl. My daddy used to give me those things when I was a little girl and they were so humiliating … I felt so ashamed afterwards.”
But Steve only hugged her again and replied, “I promise I will not hurt you. I will go very slowly and carefully. To get the best results, I am going to use a long colon tube and work it deeply into your intestine. But, as I said, I will push it in very slowly. I have prepared a very good enema mixture with warm soapsuds. The thick soapy water will help the colon tube to pass more easily up into your tummy.”
Cindy began sobbing softly, little tears of humiliation running down her face. “Why do you have to control me so completely? … You won’t even let me keep control of my bodily functions!”, she sobbed.
But she knew there was nothing she could do but accept what he had decided to give her. Although he punished her often in various ways, even painfully sometimes, it seemed to cause him to love her more intensely each time. It was as if the punishment and degradation caused the love and affection that she craved so much.
Steve then took a small squeeze bulb filled with mineral oil and lubricated the tip with K-Y Jelly. He then pulled Cindy’s little cheeks apart and pressed the tip against her tight little anal rosebud.
“I want you to take several deep breaths now … it will help you to relax.” Now in total resignation and submission, she did as instructed, her arms still bound tightly behind her back. Then he gently pressed the tip of the syringe against her anus and pushed it all the way in. Simultaneously, he squeezed the bulb and forced it to eject its contents into Cindy’s rectum.
She gasped, “OH .. oh .. that feels so strange .. it … ” Although she didn’t want to admit it, she began to experience a strange feeling of wonderful surrender. She was helplessly bound and was being forced to receive a humiliating invasion of her body. But she also had an ambiguous feeling of happiness in being “taken” against her will this way by this man she loved and trusted so much. Steve then took the large red rubber colon tube, lubricated it slightly, and began working it into Cindy’s delicate little rear passage. He successfully got it past her tight anal ring and felt it glide free up into her rectum about 6 inches. Then he skillfully twisted and probed until it popped thru the rectum into her ascending colon.
“Now we are ready to begin your enema,” Steve said. Cindy heard a “click” as he opened the stopcock on the tube from the bag.
“Uu..hhh..uu…hhhhh,” Cindy gasped as she felt the warm soapy solution jetting and spurting into her tummy. She could even hear it gurgling as it rushed into her lower colon. She jerked slightly and tried to reach down to remove or pinch the enema tube. However, Steve had taken the precaution of binding her arms tightly behind her back, using a special technique of pulling her tied hands high up to lock them in place and keep her from reaching anywhere near her buns. He continued to work the colon tube deeper and deeper into her.
“I’m giving you a high enema”, he said. “By pushing the entire length of the tube into your colon, we will get much better results.” Cindy moaned as she felt the tube penetrating deeper and deeper into her, steadily ejecting its soapy solution.
Cindy closed her eyes and fought to hold back the tears. She felt so completely defeated and humiliated. She glanced up at the large 4-quart enema bag hung from the wall to see if it was nearing emptiness. It appeared to be half empty. She squirmed and tried to force out the enema tube. But it was no use … it was a long thick one and it felt like a snake had entered into her. She could feel the warm soapsuds flooding across her transverse colon. The pressure began building up back in the other direction. She struggled and was able to look down and could see her huge bulging tummy.
“Please, Master, stop the enema … I can’t hold any more … I can’t take it,” she begged him. Her tummy was churning and cramping now from volume of the enema, which was by now 3 quarts, and the nausea caused by the soapsuds.
Steve then became very kind and ‘fatherly’ with her. He began gently kissing and caressing her as she struggled to hold the enema. He rammed his tongue deeply in to her mouth and moved it back and forth.
“That’s my sweet little girl … just close your eyes and be a little girl again for me … I want you to be a good little girl and hold your enema for Daddy, and fantasize that I have ejaculated a huge quantity of my masculine fluids into you. It will be over in a little while and you will feel so good afterwards. You know I am only doing this for your good, don’t you? Of course you do … you’re my sweet little girl and I’m going to take care of you because I love you very much. You know that don’t you? You must hold your enema for a little while in order for it to work. But this will help you take your mind off the pressure and cramping in your little tummy. Do you know how little babies calm down when they have a mother’s breast put into their mouths to suck on? Well, big girls are sometimes like little babies too … but they need something different in their mouths. Daddy is going to put his penis in your mouth and I want you to just close your eyes and kiss and suck it … just like you used to kiss and suck mommy’s breast when you were a baby. Right now, my penis is enlarged and swollen, and it will feel fairly big in your mouth. That is because you are such a sweet little girl that you have made me feel good, and that’s what happens to a man when his girl makes him feel good.”
Steve then gently pushed his hard erection against Cindy’s mouth. Her lips resisted at first, but he pushed harder and forced himself deeply into her mouth. She gasped and moaned from her Master’s intrusion. She could feel how hard and swollen it was. She could barely take in her mouth as it almost made her gag. However, it did seem to relieve the pain and discomfort she was experiencing from the soapy enema. She closed her eyes and moaned as Steve begin to slowly thrust himself back and forth in her mouth. She involuntarily pursed her lips and clasped his wonderful cock the same as if he was having sexual intercourse with her mouth. With her tongue she instinctively began licking and caressing the swollen head, moaning softly. Cindy now actually felt good … the discomfort of the enema had magically turned into an almost pleasant full feeling. She fantasized that she felt this way because he had made her pregnant. She felt wonderfully secure with her arms tied tightly behind her back. There were no awkward decisions for her to make … she could just lie quietly and helplessly under the control of her Master as he moved back and forth in her mouth with a steadily increasing rhythm.
Cindy was delirious with pleasure and anticipation. She was already moaning and breathing harder, involuntarily moving her hips from the sexual pleasure he was giving her. She was sucking passionately, feeling like she was a baby again.
“Oh, dear Go,d” she gasped. “That feels so good, Master.”
The fullness of the enema and the fullness of his cock in her made her delirious with pleasure. She was now ready to totally surrender herself.
“Oh Steve … please … I give in .. I surrender to you … just take me and use me for your pleasure … make me your woman .. your little girl … your obedient disciplined girl … yes … yes …. discipline me, train me, make me exactly the kind of girl you want.”
He began to steadily increase the rhythm of his strokes and she could hear him panting and breathing harder. Then he was furiously pumping back and forth almost ramming the full seven inches of his swollen cock all the way into her, almost down her throat, causing her to gag.
Finally, and mercifully, he groaned, “Daddy’s going to give his little girl something special … a special gift now …. here it comes …. I’m coming sweet girl …..I’M COMING ….. OH … AH.H…. OH .. arrrgggggghhhhhhhh ……….”
Cindy felt the blast of thick fluid jet into her mouth. She could actually feel how hot it was, and this was the ultimate pleasure … the one thing that could cause her to totally lose control of her mind. She tensed and squirmed again, testing the rope bondage on her arms as she swallowed his huge load. Mercifully, Steve put his hand down between her legs and began caressing her erect little clit. That’s all it took … she completely lost control and her body jerked and thrashed back and forth as she felt an intense climax sweep thru her. Both of them were panting and sweating from the intensity of their sex and orgasms. Wonderfully helpless in her bondage and her master’s cock still throbbing in her as she sucked out the last drop of wonderful fluid, Cindy broke down and cried, sobbing with tears of joy … a prisoner of love.