Enema Virgin No More

Well I guess the title gives away the plot for this update now doesn't it? lol. As the title implies, I have now had an enema. You may remember a previous post where I was talking about how frightening I found the whole idea of an enema..well that hadn't changed a helluva lot, just kinda shifted a little.

I decided that I wanted to try giving myself an enema first, before Master and I did it together. Why? To be completely honest, I was curious and I wanted to have some idea of what to expect when we did it together (He gave me one). And by god am I glad I did!

Now I did all the reading on the box, and quite a fair bit of reading online before I did it, so I was well prepared. I was in the bathroom, lying on a towel on the floor with my pillow beneath my head. I didn't use a bag, instead I used the tube kind and placed one end in me and the other end in a clean ice-cream container of water. I knew that I had to measure the temperature, which I did with an electronic thermometer and was quite impressed with myself when I got the right temp first go.

So I was all set up. I lay face-up on the towel, positioned myself right, inserted the one end into my arse and the other in the ice-cream container. Now I should add in here that I didn't actually do it properly. I should have had the water in the tube ready to go before inserting it in to my arse, I did not. Which meant that for awhile there I was simply pushing air in. But eventually I got it right and it was all working fine.

One thing that struck me was that I thought I would be able to feel the water as it was going in, but I couldn't. The only way that I knew that I was doing it properly was that the ball pump thing in the middle of the tube was getting heavy (filling with water) and I started to feel 'full'. I stopped when I felt like I'd had enough (and in hindsight I could have taken more had I not been inserting air when it was supposed to be water). But anyway, as I lay there I felt that cramping feeling which I knew would come. It wasn't painful, it was just uncomfortable. It was just like when you need to go to the toilet to use your bowels and sometimes you get that cramping feeling. Well an enema is like that, except a bit more forceful I guess you could say. It's a more intense type of cramping. As I said, it was uncomfortable, but not painful.

Okay, so I'll skip over the specifics. It's not exactly 'nice' the whole expelling business, but that's what happens. And ultimately that's the whole point of having an enema. All in all, after setting up, administering the enema and finishing it..it was over within an hour. It was certainly a different experience, and one that I'm glad I did on my own for the first time. Now I know what to expect.

Master and I discussed it all yesterday afternoon when He got home. He wasn't upset that I didn't wait to do it with Him, He understood where I was coming from. Prior to yesterday I was concerned about what the whole expelling process would be like...and now that I know...it's certainly not something that I want to have to share with anyone. I might be a slut, but I still have dignity, am still a lady and do not want someone hearing or listening to my bodily functions.
It all worked out very well. Would I go back for another? Yes. Will I do it soon? Maybe, that depends on whether He wants to use my arse or not. Will I continue to do it on a regular basis if it was my choice? Probably not. Every now and again is fine, but I'm pretty sure it won't become a ritual of mine.

Now sorry to disappoint, but there was no anal fun after He got home. Although I did direct Him to His computer to where a folder was opened which contained a helluva lot of girly pictures that I downloaded for Him yesterday. He masturbated to these. And as He did, I was His good little girl, sitting on the floor, my eyes fixated on His hand pumping His hard cock, with my legs spread diddling clitty until He came. I didn't continue playing then but left it for later after dinner.

Maybe next time I have an enema He'll want to try out His little slut's arsehole? Mmm..I can only hope ;-)

The Big Move

Well everyone I'm finally here!! (It's about bloody time!) Nothing much has happened, after all I've only been here a couple of days. All my stuff is still packed up except for the bear essentials at this stage. We'll have to sort something out soon, the boxes and bags of my belongings are an eye sore.

The night I arrived, I was lucky enough to watch Him masturbate (and help when He wanted me to). It's so great being able to watch Him, I have missed it so much. I was a good girl and helped His masturbation along by licking and sucking on His balls for a little while. We were in the computer room and He arranged a line of cushions for me to lay down on. I did as I was told and lay on my back with my legs spread wide, with my body from my breasts up under His computer desk.

We didn't make love.
We never make love.

He didn't fuck me.
He never fucks me.

Master always uses me, and that's what He did. He used my sloppy (His term) cunt to masturbate His cock in, while watching porn on the computer and imagining that He was fucking those women, instead of using His dildo whore. I am His masturbation aid and His masturbation toy. I am also His masturbation doll. I was instructed to open my mouth while He was using my cunt, and to keep it open. Why? So I looked the part of His masturbation doll, His blow up doll. And then He told me that I was competing against blow up dolls and He's right. After all, it makes no difference to Him whether He uses my sloppy cunt or the cunt-hole in a blow up doll. To Him it's just another hole to help Him enjoy His masturbation. And regardless of whether it's my hole or the hole of a blow up doll, Master never has to worry about whether anyone else needs to come.

He pulled out, stopped using me and started to jerk again. God I love to watch that! Then He wanted me on my hands and knees; I was a good girl. He started using my sloppy cunt again, telling me that it was better this way as He could see the porn much better. I really love it when he uses me while thinking about fucking the women He's watching. Using me doggy-style didn't last for too long before He pulled out and started jerking again.

He was sitting on the computer chair, with me on the floor as He pulled me in, and pushed my mouth to His balls. I licked and sucked and so badly wanted Him to cum. I really wanted to see Him cum again. He started jerking faster as He stood up. I adjusted my vision and looked up at Him jerking His hard cock like a dog looks up at its owner. "Close your eyes slut" was all I heard before He moaned and gave me a wonderful treat. Little Lucy had been a good girl and was rewarded by Her Master painting her face.