B&D Valentine’s weekend

I woke up Friday morning to find a lovely card and a small gift-wrapped box sitting next to the answering machine. James had to head out to work extra early on Friday so he decided to surprise me by not making me wait until Friday night for my Valentine’s Day gift. I opened the box and it was a lovely diamond pendant with the words “I love you” inscribed on the back. The card was handwritten on the inside with James sharing words of his devotion to me. It was very lovely.

I had gotten James a card and my plan was to have a B&D session with him as his Valentine’s gift. I say B&D because bondage and domination is a combination that James absolutely loves.  The problem with a quality B&D session is that it takes a lot of thought and work from the Domme. I usually don’t have the time or the energy to construct an elaborate B&D session. Why do you think professional Dommes charge $300 and up for a B&D session? The outfit, the equipment, the time and the skill.

So that was my plan but there was no way I was going to be able to pull this off Friday night. Like most the east coast, we got dumped on Thursday with over a foot of snow. The roads were so bad that James didn’t make it in to work. Therefore he had to go in early on Friday and stay late. Plus we were both tired from shoveling snow (yes, I helped). So James had to take a rain check (or snow check) as I decided to delay his “gift” until Saturday. Friday night we went to dinner (actually had a reservation this year) and returned home and watched a movie.

Yesterday I gave James his gift. After lunch, he was out clearing the walkways and driveway from the additional 3 inches of snow we got Friday night while I got things ready. I told James to shower and meet me in the room where we keep the massage table. I told him there was no need for him to get dressed. The only thing I wanted on his body was the CB6000 with the DL2000.

When James came into the room he saw me in my custom leather pants, knee high leather boots, leather bra, and leather opera gloves. He saw the massage table covered with a sheet and towels with his ankle and wrist cuffs attached with rope to the top of the table legs. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling above the table was the black pumpkin enema bag. On the desk next to the table was my flogger, my short handle riding crop, a rubber mouth gag, rubber tubing, a plastic funnel, a pitcher, the DL 2000 remote, an egg timer and a roll of saran wrap.

I ordered James to lick my boots to help set the proper mood and after 10 minutes or so I had him lay face up on the table. I had him roll on his side and I lubed the aluminum butt-plug shaped enema nozzle and slowly inserted it deep inside of him, then I had him roll back over so he was on his back. I fastened the leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles and locked them in place. I took the saran wrap and mummified him, running the wrap under the table and across his body for several layers. The only part of his body that wasn’t covered was his face, his balls and his chastity device. He was in complete bondage.

I took the rubber mouth gag and inserted it in his mouth and fastened the buckle around the back of his head. I told James that since he would be unable to say his safe word or use hand signals, that if he needed me to stop at any time, he was to give out three short grunts, kind of like Morse code. Once the gag was in place, I had him practice our signal just make sure he could do it and I could hear it clearly.

I cut a very short piece of the rubber tubing and pushed it through the hole in the gag and took the other end and attached it to the funnel. I was able to push the funnel down tightly into the hole of his gag so it stayed in place on its own. Next, I took the pitcher and went across the hall into the bathroom and filled the pitcher with lukewarm water. I returned and poured 90% of the water into the top of the enema bag. With James eyeing my every move (he was able to raise his head just enough to see) I undid the belt on my pants and slid them down. I squatted and deposited a golden shower into the pitcher, which was now 10% water, 90% me. I sat the pitcher on the desk and pulled up my pants and buckled the belt.

I took my gloved hands and ran them over James’s wrapped body, flicking his swollen balls with my fingers as if I were flicking a fly off the wall. James cringed in pain. I moved my hand to the clasp on the enema tubing and moved it to the first position, releasing the warm water and slowly filling my bound hubby. I took the pitcher and poured a small amount into the funnel which ran through the gag and filled his mouth.

“Wait until I give you permission.”

I took the DL2000 remote and sent an intense love pulse to his caged cock. I took the riding crop and began to smack his balls.

“Swallow it, James!”

He gulped down what was in his mouth. I took the pitcher and poured him another mouthful. I moved the clasp on the enema bag to the second position, filling him faster.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart!”

I gave him another love pulse with the DL200 remote. I smacked his balls some more.

“Swallow it, James!”

Another love pulse, a few more smacks to his balls. Then I grabbed my flogger and began to whip his chest and thighs. It made an incredible sound slapping against the saran wrap. I whipped his caged cock and balls, he whimpered, then I moved back to whipping his chest and thighs some more.

“Is everything okay? Nod your head if you want me to continue?”

He nodded his head.

I poured a little more from the pitcher into the mouth gag and I opened the clasp on the enema bag all the way. I squeezed the bag, forcing the rest of the water inside my bound hubby.

I smacked his caged cock and his balls with the flogger.

“Swallow it, James!”

I grabbed the remote and gave him another intense love pulse. I was getting very excited by now. I would have loved to have sat on his face and had him lick me while I continued to torment his genitals but I didn’t trust the table to hold that much weight.

I pulled the desk chair up to the table and sat down, placing my boots up on his stomach.

“Does hubby feel bloated?”

I pressed on his stomach with my boots.

“Let’s set this timer to 5 minutes. When it goes off, I’ll set you free.”

As the timer ticked, I took the riding crop and slapped his body, my boots still resting on his stomach as I sat in the chair. I smacked his wrapped nipples, his chest, his thighs, the bottoms of his feet and of course his balls. By now his balls were purple with a little bruising. I took the remote and gave him a few more love pulses, going from moderate to severe back to moderate. James jerked a little each time but the saran wrap made it difficult to move.

“Are you in discomfort from the enema?”

James shook his head, “Yes”.

“Just another 90 seconds. Suffer for your Goddess.”

I gave him another severe love pulse.

Finally, the timer went off. I took scissors and cut the saran wrap from the table and un-wrapped his body. I took the gag out of his mouth and unlocked the restraints. I helped James up as he held a towel against himself so he wouldn’t leak. I handed him the empty enema bag and he made his wall across the hall to the bathroom.

I commanded him to dispel the enema, shower off, rinse out his mouth and brush his teeth, drink two full glasses of water (so he wouldn’t be dehydrated) and meet me in my bedroom.

I took off my leather clothes and waited in bed, reading a book until James arrived. I had him orally pleasure me until I was satisfied. I thought about unlocking him and giving him a Valentine’s Day orgasm but I decided against it. I want him to wait until March.

And so went our B&D Valentine’s Day session. I know it doesn't sound like a long session but trust me, it was over an hour, about 85 minutes from the time he worshipped my boots to when the timer went off and I cut him free. I know he appreciates me and all I went through to put that “scene” together, and he’d better. Anyone can buy a gift and a card. My gift took lots of thought, energy and love.

A night of Water Sports

As with all things in life, sometimes you have to force yourself to stay motivated. It had been two weeks since I last dominated my hubby within a D&S session. It’s easy on the weekends to neglect femdom because there are other fun things to do, and during the weeknights we are both usually too tired. But last night I felt like we needed to “play”. Believe it or not, James wasn’t very enthused when I mentioned it. He did lots of yard work yesterday and he wanted us to order a pizza and download a good movie.

I had the advantage of reading “Interview with a Dominatrix” which motivated me to want to “play” so after we ate the pizza and I allowed hubby to relax on the couch (after he had loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen), I went into the bedroom and rummaged around my toy box, looking for inspiration. There is something about the smell of the leather that rises from my cedar chest when I unlock it that gets me in the mood to dominate my hubby. And touching the various harnesses, whips, paddles, boots, corsets, and other fetish items always gets me excited.

 

 

 

I got down toward the bottom on the chest and there was that darn black pumpkin enema bag along with the aluminum butt plug shaped nozzle.

 

 

It had been quite a few months since I last administered an enema to James. I dressed in leather bra, leather thong and knee high leather boots and I filled the enema bag with lukewarm water and hung it from the ceiling fan above my bed. I spread an old blanket over my bed and grabbed some dirty towels out of the hamper and laid them over the blanket.

I walked out into the living room and motioned for James to join me in the bedroom. He was nice and relaxed on the couch but once he saw me in my leather bra and thong, he got his second wind and eagerly followed me. When he saw the enema bag hanging from the ceiling fan, he knew what he was in for.

I had him strip naked and I first administered an over the lap spanking with my leather paddle. It was nothing severe or intense, just a brief discipline to put him in the proper frame of mind. Then I had him lay face down on my bed, his ass elevated with towel covered pillows, and I lubed up the enema nozzle and inserted it into his anus. I slowly filled him with about two quarts of water.

I rolled him over on his back and I straddled his face and had him lick my leather thong. I pulled my breasts out my bra and I stimulated my nipples with my own hands as James continued to lick my thong. I slid the thong to the side and had him orally pleasure me as I continued to play with my breasts with my left hand. I took my right hand and pressed on his bloated stomach, also batting the rubber rubbing which tugged on the butt plug shaped aluminum nozzle that was still inside of him.

I told James that he had to make me climax before I would allow him to relieve himself of the enema. I was very excited but for some reason it took me longer than usual to orgasm. James probably wondered what was wrong as he had to lick me long and hard, had to be at least ten minutes, before I was finally able to climax.

I unhooked the enema bag from the ceiling fan and handed it to James so he could carry it with him into the bathroom. I grabbed the towels off my bed and I decided to follow him. I had to tinkle, actually tinkle isn’t the correct word, it must have been the beer I drank with the pizza, combined with the orgasm I just had, but I had to go badly.

My first thought was I would make James wait until I had relieved myself before he was permitted to relieve himself. But then I had a better idea. I spread the towels over the tiled floor and I ordered James to lie face up on the towels. By now he was in some serious discomfort from holding in the enema. I told him that I promised this would be quick.

I straddled his body and I let loose, a long flowing golden shower all over his body, from his caged penis to his chest to his face. James was drenched when I had finished. I lowered myself onto his face and ordered him to lick me clean. This got me aroused again so I commanded James to “do his business”, put the towels in the wash, clean-up the floor, take a shower and join me in my bed.

I relaxed and browsed the internet on my laptop from my bed as I awaited my humiliated hubby. He finally joined me and I ordered him back between my legs for some more oral servitude. He licked me until I had another orgasm. Again, it took me a while and poor hubby was exhausted.

He lay there, totally spent. I allowed him to cuddle next to me and I asked him, “Now, wasn’t that more fun than watching a movie?” It sure was for me.

Valentine’s Day 2013

I’m having a wonderful Valentine’s weekend so far. I made a late dinner reservation for me and hubby at a local Italian restaurant. James bought me roses and chocolates just like last year and when he got home from work, I had a special surprise for him.

I was going through my toy box trying to decide how I wanted to make this Valentine’s Day memorable for us both. I had several ideas but my eyes kept going back to the black pumpkin enema bag. Just seeing it made me excited as our last enema session was so much fun. I know a lot of people are not into the “water sports” but I love playing the naughty, dominant nurse (I need to get me a nurses fetish outfit). Giving my hubby an enema makes him so vulnerable. It is a real turn-on for me.

However, seeing this was Valentine’s Day, I decided my newer five quart Olympic sized enema bag that is red in color was more appropriate than the black bag. So I fetched it from the basement and played around with it. I was able to attach the tubing and aluminum nozzle from the black pumpkin bag to the red five quart bag. I laid out my leather paddle and I was all set.

In honor of Valentine’s Day, I dressed in red lingerie with the exception of my black thigh high leather boots. When hubby got home (expecting dinner and a movie night) I surprised him by standing in the hallway, dressed in my outfit and holding the enema bag in my hand. An immediate bulge appeared in his slacks but he verbally asked “do we have to do the enema?” Wrong thing to say because the thought that he didn’t want the enema simply made me want to do it to him all the more.

I told James to undress and wait for me in the bedroom as I went and filled the bag with warm, soapy water. I then waltzed into the bedroom and attached the bag with a hook to the ceiling fan above my bed. In its expanded condition, the red five quart bag resembled a large Valentine’s Day heart. I teased my nervous hubby. “This is my Valentine from me to you, do you like it? It’s so much more intimate than a card, don’t you think?”

I could tell by his body language that James was not in the mood for an enema, which just made me all the more aroused. I knew he would be suffering for my pleasure. I took my hands and pressed on his shoulders driving him to a kneeling position. As James was before me on his knees, I ordered him to stare at the enema bag. I taunted him, “All of that soapy warm water will soon be inside of you, all of it, and you will become very crampy and very uncomfortable. You are going to suffer for your Mistress as you pleasure her. The flowers and candy were nice but your sacrifice for my pleasure will be your real gift to me on this most special day.”

I took the black tubing and the attached butt-plug nozzle and swung it back and forth to further tease him. The erotic mood was broken momentarily when one of our cats sprung out of nowhere and began to bat at the tubing. I had to chuckle (now that would make for a most unusual “you tube” video, don’t you think?) before removing the cat from the bedroom.

With the temporary distraction removed, we started up again as I sat on the edge of the bed and ordered my hubby to worship my boots. He hung out there for around ten minutes, licking the leather and sucking the heels and probably would have preferred to stay there longer, delaying the inevitable. But I had other plans for my slave so I ordered him to lie across my lap. I grabbed my leather paddle and administered 22 hard smacks to each cheek (we’ve been together for 22 years and 22 Valentine’s Days). Hubby’s bottom was surprisingly sensitive as he winched and twisted his body with each “kiss” from my paddle. When I was done, his bottom was a nice shade of Valentine’s Day red.

I commanded him to get up and go fetch some towels to cover my bed. Once they were in place, I ordered James to assume the position upon the bed and prepare for his enema. 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 climbed on top of him  and simulated as if I were wearing a strap-on. I thrust my hips and humped him as if the butt-plug nozzle were attached to a strap-on harness. It was pretend but my weight pressing against him helped to drive the nozzle deeper inside.

I reached back behind me and grabbed the tubing and undid the clasp which allowed the water to 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 pulled my breasts out of the red bra 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 orally pleasure me before I would allow him to relieve himself of the enema water. My original goal was to use my session with James as foreplay and to save myself for Thomas but I was too excited to wait. I was very horny.

James was semi-erect, a little soft from the discomfort of the enema. I removed my red panties and inched my way up until I was sitting on his face. I was so turned on and I began to grind my pussy against his mouth. He licked me with passion and I came rather quickly. But that was just the first orgasm. I wanted more.

I had him turn over on his side and I released a little more water. I wanted him to take more than he had the last time. I wanted to expand his limits. I only gave him probably an additional half quart (for a total of roughly 3 at the most). I then rolled him back over and sat back on his face. He continued to eat my pussy and I took my right hand and reached behind me and pushed on his bloated stomach. His whimpers against my pussy made me all the more excited and I came for a second time as he continued to tongue me. I had him lick me some more until I couldn’t take it. I literally collapsed on top of him.

I slowly climbed off the bed and unhooked the enema bag from the ceiling fan. I helped James up and handed him the bag, with the nozzle still embedded deep inside of him. I let him retire to my bathroom seeing it was the shortest walk for the poor dear. He was in there for a while so I pulled the covers over me and took a nap.

Unlike last year, I decided to keep hubby denied. James and I did make our late dinner reservation and we toasted 22 years of love.

The reemergence of the dreaded black pumpkin enema bag

James needs to be dominated and if we don’t “play” semi-regularly, his obedience and submission slips a little. He still willingly submits even if we don’t play as much as he’d like but I can notice a difference. The two things that keep him very attentive to my needs and very obedient to my demands are orgasm denial and D&S play. The D&S play can be “quickies” that take little effort on my part, such as how I disciplined him last Sunday, but in order to maintain that all important intimacy with hubby we need to have semi-regular D&S sessions.

The problem is the older I get, the more I need to motivate myself to have a D&S session with hubby. It’s kind of like going to the gym. A lot of times I don’t feel like going and it doesn’t take much to talk me out of it, but once I get there, I’m glad I went.

I love dominating James but when you’ve worked all week and have other issues going on, it takes some motivation to psyche myself up to dress in leather and go through my toy chest to decide how I’m going to discipline/dominate him. As the Dom, I have to create the sessions and that takes thought, time and effort. One of the reasons I have this blog is to get ideas from others, and I am thankful for all the wonderful ideas people have shared with me.

It’s been bitter cold here all week so this is the perfect weekend to “play”. I was going to have a session with James tonight (Saturday) but last night I was on the internet reading some of my favorite femdom blogs and sites and I came across a video clip of two women engaging in enema play. Although it was a woman dominating a woman, I loved the way she went about it. She administered a large enema in a very sensual way and then she made the woman worship her body while she held in the enema. I’ve done this with James in the past but the way this woman went about it, the way she kept pressing on her subs’ stomach with her feet to make her even more uncomfortable as the submissive woman was worshipping her Mistress’ legs really turned me on.

That video motivated me to give James an enema and I didn’t want to wait. I’ve learned that you have to seize the moment when it arises else it might pass. I bought some new enema equipment last October but it is down in the confinement room and with the cold weather, I didn’t feel like going down into the basement to fetch it. And I didn’t want to send James because I wanted to surprise him.

In my toy chest I have a 4 quart black pumpkin enema bag and a butt-plug shaped aluminum enema nozzle.

 

I bought this 7, maybe 8 years ago and we had some fun sessions with it. Hubby came to fear the dreaded black pumpkin bag, especially as I worked him up to hold 3 quarts.

I cranked up the heat in my bedroom and I dressed in leather bra, panties and knee high leather boots. I filled the enema bag with warm water and hung it from the ceiling fan above my bed. I called James into the bedroom and showed him his fate for the rest of the night.

I covered my bed with an old blanked and had him strip and lie face down on my bed. I propped his ass up with pillows (covered with an old towel) and I lubricated his anus. I then slid the aluminum nozzle into his anus and released the water from the bag. I made him take over half the bag, somewhere between 2 and 3 quarts.

I could tell James was becoming very uncomfortable. I closed off the water flow, removed the tubing and put in place the cap which keeps the water trapped inside the patient.

Usually when we do enema play like this, I will have James roll over on his back and I will engage in tease and denial as well as some age play. He likes that but last night I had a different plan. I put a waist harness around him, running the leather strap through the crack of his ass to make sure the enema plug could in no way escape.

Then I ordered my hubby to get down on his knees and worship my body from boot to breasts. I informed him he would not get release from the enema until after he brought me to two orgasms. James began with his normal level of enthusiasm as he licked my boots but it didn’t take long for his predicament to kick in. I didn’t help matters as I kept taking the other boot and pressed it against his abdomen, causing him much discomfort. I mimicked the woman in the video with how I teased him and tormented him as he worshipped my body with licks and kisses of adoration.

I’m not exactly sure how long I made him worship me but I’m sure to him it felt like an eternity. Finally I gave him permission to eat my pussy. I was very aroused so the first orgasm came rather quickly. But he had to work hard to give me the second one. I held back as long as I could on purpose. The poor baby was really struggling. He has a safe word so he could have used it but he pleased me by suffering for my pleasure. I eventually came and it was more intense than my first orgasm. I grabbed his head and held him there until I couldn’t take it any longer. It was pure bliss.

I gave hubby permission to go have his privacy but I didn’t want him using my bathroom. The poor dear had to walk to the other bathroom in the house. I also made him take the enema equipment with him to clean it up and put it away when he was done. I also reminded him to drink plenty of water after he was done so he wouldn’t get dehydrated.

I relaxed on the bed and fell asleep while hubby suffered some more in the other bathroom. He told me this morning he had cramps all night but they have finally subsided. I asked him on a scale of 1 to 10, how uncomfortable was he by the time I had my second orgasm? He said 8 or 9 and that he came very close to using his safe word at several times during his ordeal. I gained possession of more of his coins last night as hubby is learning how to suffer for my pleasure. I’m very proud of him.

Last night's D/s session

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.