I’ve been wanting to have a D/s session with James but it seems the nights have been getting away from us and we’re too tired after dinner. So last night I decided to be ready as soon as he got home from work. I called him earlier in the day and told him to come right home. I arrived home first so I showered and dried my hair. Then I went through my toy chest to select an outfit and the implements of discipline I wanted to use on my hubby.
I put on my leather corset, leather gloves, and thigh high leather boots. James arrived and I met him in the hallway wearing my leather outfit.
But that’s not all. I was not wearing any panties and in my hands I was holding an enema bag and the attaching tube. James froze as I ordered him to strip naked and had him follow me into the bedroom. I had covered my mattress with an old blanket and towels and I laid out a series of whips and paddles that I planned to utilize.
I ordered him to kneel in the middle of the floor as I fastened a leather dog collar around his neck. I went into the bathroom and filled the enema bag with warm water and clasped shut the tubing. I took the hook on the bag and fastened it to the inactive ceiling fan above my bed. I then ordered James to worship me beginning with my corset. I whispered for him to smell and taste the leather and James obliged by giving the corset a deep tongue bath. He licked every inch of it from top to bottom, front and back.
Next, I ordered James to lick my boots. I was still standing but as he began, I decided to sit on the edge of the bed and raise one boot up at a time to allow him easy access. James licked the boot beginning with the point of the toe, licking around the sides, stopping to suck the heel, and finally working his way up to my thighs. After he was finished with my left boot, I lowered it and raised up the right one. James repeated his ritual of adoration on that boot as I watched with approval.
I then told James that I was in the mood to hurt him. I ordered him to lay face down on the bed. I began to whip his ass, first with my flogger. It is very soft and I used it for a warm-up. Then I went to one of the first whips James had ever bought for me. He got it at Dream Dresser in DC back in the late 90’s and it has a leather handle with a dozen thin strands of rubber. I began to whip James and he jumped as the rubber strands bit into the sensitive flesh of his ass cheeks. I loved it when he tensed up from the pain as he grasped the mattress with his hands.
I knew he needed a little reprieve after I had dished out a few dozen strokes from the rubber whip so I picked up a fur mitten that is nice and soft. I began to lightly run the fur over his ass to soothe it a little. James began to relax but then when he least expected it, I grabbed a wooden paddle and gave him five hard whacks. James jumped and let out a scream. It was precious.
Finally, I ended his whipping by dishing out a dozen hard smacks from my short riding crop. I made sure the final six strokes were something he’d remember for days to come. I’m sure the welts will stay on his ass at least for a couple of days.
Now it was time for his enema. I wasn’t originally planning on giving him an enema but when I was fumbling through my toy chest, I came across the black pumpkin enema bag and attached the metal butt-plug shaped nozzle. Seeing the enema bag brought back some wonderful memories of D/s sessions from our earlier years in the lifestyle. That’s why I decided to hold the enema bag in my hands when I greeted him in the hallway. I was saying to him “Remember this?”
James has a love, hate relationship with enemas. The reasons are private and have to do with childhood experiences. Giving James an enema makes me want to engage in age play. There is so much that can be done with an enema age play scenario. I can be the naughty nurse, the punitive Aunt, the nurturing Mommy, the dominant Governess, or some other female authority figure. How I decided to play this one must remain private between my husband and I, but I will say it had deep meaning for him and took him to a vulnerable state of being.
I put on a latex glove and lubricated his anus in a very sensual way. Then I slowly inserted the butt-plug shaped nozzle. Once it was secure, I undid the clasp which allowed the water to slowly flow inside of him. I told James to let me know when he felt full of the water. Once he expressed to me that he didn’t think he could take anymore, I clasped the tube shut and I had him carefully roll over on his back, with the nozzle still inside of him.
I then pulled my breasts out of the corset and climbed on top of my vulnerable hubby. I took his hands and placed them on me. I told him that he would have to bring me to two orgasms before I would allow him to relieve himself of the enema water. James was semi-erect, a little soft from the discomfort of the enema but still very excited from the sensuality of my naked pussy sitting on his stomach while he was fondling my naked breasts. I was getting very turned on so I inched my way up until I was sitting on his face. I directed him to lick me. As I placed my hand behind me for balance, I brushed against his penis which was now rock hard.
James began to lick me with passion and fortunately for him, I came very quickly. But that was just the first orgasm. I wanted more. He continued to eat my pussy and I took my right hand and reached behind me and pushed on his stomach which made my poor hubby very uncomfortable. Of course we were still in character so we addressed each other by our role-playing personas. This just made us all the more excited and I came for a second and then a third time as he continued to tongue me.
My goal was to give him an orgasm by rubbing my breasts against his cock while he still had the enema water trapped inside (I even contemplated releasing what remained in the bag into him while I did this) but James begged me for mercy. Once I had climbed off his face and he was no longer lost in my pussy, reality set in and he was consumed by his discomfort. Therefore, I permitted him to make the necessary trip to the bathroom. He grabbed the towel that was underneath him and held it firmly in place against his bottom, the nozzle still inside his anus, as I unhooked the bag from the ceiling fan. James then made the mad dash for the bathroom.
I was so relaxed from my many orgasms that I brushed all the toys off the bed and climbed under the covers. James was in the bathroom for a long time (he had to clean himself up as well as the enema equipment) and by the time he re- joined me in bed, I had already fallen asleep. Too bad. No orgasm for James.
When I awoke from my nap, James had prepared a late dinner for me. It was a truly wonderful night.
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