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Went out earlier today with a nice dry diaper and came home with something else 😜

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Her jeans and panties scrunched down around her ankles [F/F]

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This one is for my friend Curt, who is in need of this.

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Remember when you were a kid and mom called you into the bathroom for your enema? Come on now, admit it, you started to get hard didn’t you?

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Hellish enema

Last weekend Sir decided that he wanted to assign some of his favourite tasks to me. This first one seems deceptively simple, but having had some experience with his enema solutions I knew that I shouldn’t underestimate the potency.

I prepared two and a half quarts of water with two big tablespoons each of sugar and baking soda, one tablespoon of ginger powder and one teaspoon of cayenne. The smell of the mixture alone burned my nose so I knew I was in for a rough ride. Even though this was one of my shorter tasks it proved to be among the most challenging I’ve ever completed.

I mixed it well and hung the bag high. I knelt in my bathtub, inserted the double bardex nozzle and inflated it very well. I had been tasked with holding the enema for at least ten minutes, but longer was preferred.

I opened the flow and let the solution in. My heart was racing…I knew what was coming but nothing could have prepared me. Within a few moments there was a spreading warmth that quickly turned into a lingering burn…I was fairly sure that was the ginger. It was paired with a sharper, more stinging and in your face burn that I knew was the cayenne.

Because the bag was hung high it only took a matter of minutes before all the solution was inside and held in tight with the double bardex. Both of the types of burning had intensified. I was writhing and squirming, whimpering and whining pathetically. The baking soda and sugar caused waves of cramps that pushed the solution deeper and deeper. With each surge the burn re-ignited.

The ginger was relentless…the heat just built and built. It seemed like the easier of the two burns to handle at first, but it never gave way. The cayenne was more bursts of pain that aligned closely with the surges of cramps. It was white hot and felt like fire. After just a few minutes retaining my breathing was ragged, panting. I shifted positions, tried narrating through my audio recording but I honestly can’t recall any of what I said.

Having listened to the audio I now know that I repeated my mantra a few times and being the stubborn little masochist I am I was determined to hold past the required 10 minutes. This is one of the first enemas where I was straining against my bardex. That’s how desperate I was to expel. Thankfully it was inflated so large that no amount of pushing would have provided the relief my poor ass was seeking. I was wracked with sobs and unintelligible sounds by the end of the retention.

After an agonizing 15 minutes I deflated the nozzle and the solution exploded out. It burned any skin it touched as I expelled into the tub. Sir had added the extra caveat that I was not allowed to take my aftercare enema until at least 15 minutes after I had expelled everything.

My asshole felt like it was raw and on fire. My inner thighs and legs burned with trails of the solution. The cool porcelain of the tub was the only relief I could find for that additional 15 minutes. By the end of the ordeal I felt like I was completely on fire. I had once teased Sir that I didn’t think he could break me as I consider myself to have a fairly high pain tolerance…I stand corrected. This concoction was pure evil and I know it was a milder version than he has administered to others.

Aftercare involved a cooling yogurt enema. Never has an enema felt better! It was so soothing and stamped out the worst of the lingering burn. However, it didn’t provide total relief. The enema left my asshole raw and aching…and I still had a task ahead of me that would accentuate that ache….

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Part 2

My body was still shivering from the orgasm and the first enema. Taking a few ragged breaths, I reached for the bottle of Castile soap and generously squirted some into the enema bag. Adding some warm water I made sure to slosh the bag, chewing on my lower lip as the soap suds increased.

Shifting to my hands and knees in the filth still swirling beneath me in the tub, I re-inserted the nozzle and opened the flow. The soapy water flooded into me and I was almost instantly hit with a wave of cramps from the suds. Whining pathetically I squirmed and tried to shift positions, the enema relentlessly snaking deeper and deeper, filling me up with warmth and pressure from the soap.

I shifted to my back and massaged my abdomen in hopes of alleviating the cramps, but with no such luck. After what felt like an eternity the bag was empty and with trembling fingers I set my timer for 12 minutes. I moved back to my hands and knees, dildo still mounted to the bathtub wall. I drew the cock deeply into my mouth and sucked with eagerness suitable of a whore like myself. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to distract myself with more orgasms. Desperate fingers delved between slick pussy lips, pressing, teasing and circling my throbbing clit. Whimpers and whines mingling with mewls and moans of pleasure.

It was the perfect blend of pain and pleasure, revelling in my sheer depravity I enjoyed two orgasms as the timer ticked down. When it sang out my puckered asshole happily released all the sudsy water. It was much more clear than the last expulsion and the clean smell of soap intermingled with the unpleasant smell that had been lingering previously.

Exhaustion was beginning to set in, and I still had another enema to complete. My poor little asshole was stinging from the lingering soap, so there was a stronger sense of urgency to complete this last solution, a much needed rinse. I refilled the bag for the last time, with plain warm water and slipped the nozzle in once more.

The water slipped in fast and easily, it was obvious that this course of enemas was cleaning me out thoroughly. Fewer cramps and more a feeling of fullness with this solution. After what felt like mere moments, the bag emptied and the timer was reset for 13 minutes.

Moans escaped around the dildo I sucked in deeply. The water sloshed around and I rocked back and forth, taking the cock deep enough that I gagged and felt tears slip from the corners of my eyes. My fingers slipped into my slick cunt once more and the orgasms ripped through my one after another thanks to my overstimulated clit. The last of three orgasms occurred as I expelled all over myself once more. And I still had a deep ass fucking to complete….

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Sunday Funday - A punishment enema

I was discussing how long it had been since I did an enema task. I proposed the beginning of a randomized task to a friend and asked for his input.

Starting by rolling three 6 sided dice, one to determine each of the following: Volume 1 - 2 quarts 2 - 2.5 quarts 3 - 3 quarts 4 - 2 quarts 5 - 2.5 quarts 6 - 3 quarts Solution 1 - Peppermint soap 2 - Baking soda and sugar 3 - Cold water 4 - Peppermint soap 5 - Baking soda and sugar 6 - Hose full of peppermint soap Hold Time 1 - 30 minutes 2 - 35 minutes 3 - 40 minutes 4 - 45 minutes 5 - 50 minutes 6 - 55 minutes

He added: Swap one of the cold waters out for something else. Roll a 6 sided dice for edges and a 6 sided dice for orgasms. You must have that many orgasms before leaving the tub with that many edges between each. Face down drain closed and a painfully full bladder of course.

My results were 2 quarts, hose full of peppermint soap, 40 minute hold time, 5 orgasms with 5 edges between each….and I immediately thought what have I gotten myself into?

Only once before have I done the hose full of peppermint soap and I remembered it being intense. I knew that I would need help to hold it for 40 minutes, so my double bardex nozzle was a absolutely necessary.

This morning, just after I woke up I drank two bottles of water. I knew that it would make my bladder desperately full within the hour. I went about gathering the rest of my equipment. My enema bag, hose with clamp, bardex nozzle, and peppermint soap.

Once I was getting squirmy from the need to pee, I prepared the enema. I squeezed two good long squirts of peppermint soap into my bag along with just a little bit of water. I let this nearly pure soap solution fill the hose then clamped it off again. I proceeded to fill the bag with warm water. Once I had hung the bag I slid the nozzle in and got into the tub. I whimpered softly as I pumped up the nozzle, my heart rate quickening as I began to recall the ordeal of this solution the last time.

With the bardex fully inflated and my bladder aching for release, I took a deep breath and unclamped the clamp. I knew that a shot of tingly, cramping soap was rushing into me and would only be pushed deeper and deeper as the warm water flowed.

Near instantly the cramps set in. I cried out as I didn’t expect the cramps to make me pee myself so quickly. Within moments I was laying in a pool of my own piss, the soap churning and being pushed further into me.

Knowing that 2 quarts takes about 10 minutes to flow into me, I had set my phone for 50 minutes to account for the flow and the hold time. Deep breaths were doing very little to help the cramps…and the water kept surging the soap ever deeper. This is the perfect storm of punishment enemas. With the enema fully in, I had an agonizingly long 40 minutes ahead of me.

To attempt to distract myself I began my first series of 5 edges. Squirming and whimpering pitifully, I stroked my throbbing clit bringing myself right to the brink of pleasure and then stopping. Within 15 minutes I had accomplished my first goal of 5 edges, and desperately needed the orgasm. I imagined someone watching me, seeing my body tremble, sweat dripping as cramps ravage my body, the pressure from the enema and sudsy soap causing incomprehensible pathetic little whimpers and mewling noises to escape me. I could hear them telling me what a filthy, depraved slutty kitten I am. With that in mind, my first orgasm shook through my body.

I caught my breath, still trembling as the next cramps rolled and churned. I felt a wave of nausea hit and I shifted positions in an attempt to help it pass. I hate failing a task, so I’ll always try to push through the pain and discomfort. I’m very stubborn ;)

I was a bit more than halfway through my hold time and with my clit as sensitive as it was the next 5 edges flew by in just 10 minutes. That meant I only had 10 minutes of agony holding the soapy enema in and I could have another orgasm to distract me.

By this time the pool of pee beneath me had gotten cold and on top of trembling from holding the enema I was shivering. This time as I masturbated I imagined someone pissing all over me to “warm me up like the good little piss slut I am” and my second orgasm ripped through me with those humiliating and degrading thoughts.

By the time I came down from the second orgasm high my hold time was up and I couldn’t reach around to deflate the bardex fast enough.

Normally my pride and stubbornness get in the way of my expelling into the tub and around myself, but I was so desperate to get this evil solution out of me that I didn’t hesitate for even a moment.

The water came surging out, the smell of peppermint from the soap filling the air…mingling with the vile smell of my shit. I truly felt like a filthy, dirty kitten laying in the tub in sheer depravity.

What’s more, it made me even hornier than I was before. I began feverishly fingering my pussy, bringing myself to edge over edge, greedily, hungrily and desperately. Before I knew it, 5 more edges had passed, my clit was aching as I rubbed and fondled it into the third orgasm of the night.

Taking a few moments to let the shaking and heavy breathing subside, I could feel the after effects of the soap stinging my poor little asshole. Now that the contents of the punishment solution had been fully expelled, I needed a quick rinse.

But being a masochistic fuck toy I decided to let the sting set in for a bit longer, enduring another cycle of edges and a fourth orgasm in very quick succession.

Soon after I rinsed the bag, removed the bardex and re-filled the bag with 1 quart of warm water all while still in the tub. I used a slim nozzle and sighed in relief as I let the warm water flow. It felt soothing, even though I was still laying in a now cold combination of piss, soap and shit water.

I began the edge cycle once more as the water flowed in. This time no cramps, just warm water easing the sting of the soap and the pain of the cramps away.

After 10 minutes, I expelled once again. The water running clearer than before. My kinky horny kitten brain turning to thoughts of playing with my long double ended dildo later, contemplating how deep I could feed it now that I’m well cleaned out.

Those thoughts made my fifth orgasm come quickly. At this point I was exhausted, in the best possible way. I drained the tub, cleaned up and then collapsed into bed for some much needed snuggles with pillows and a wonderful nap. tasksforsubsandslaves