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Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms. Sherry pt.4
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:02 UTC
I am purging all of my collection of stories. They come
from several sources (I wrote many), and before I erase
the hard disk I wanted to post them for others. Hope
someone enjoys them.
CountryBoy
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Mistress Sherry's Specialty -- Part 4
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Chapter 8 -- The Club is perfected...
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(Several Years later)
As is the case of many men my age and some even younger, over the years
gravity and the good life begins to take its toll and the once firm body
becomes flabby. My lovely Mistress Sherry, being aware of this (and much,
much more about submissives) has created a unique health and submissive
training establishment (HASTE). As the name implies, the goals of HASTE are
to rapidly encourage health, fitness, correct attitudes and submissive
behaviors. Although some other news items and magazine stories have been
written about this establishment, Mistress Sherry has asked me to write this,
and perhaps other, articles to clearly describe HASTE to interested parties.
Mistress Sherry acquired one of the many fitness clubs that had been
established in our city during the last few years, but which had not prospered
due to the poor management and marketing of its prior owners. Initially the
club was operated as a standard health and fitness club during the day, and
was used for D&S activities only during the evenings. Once the concept had
been proven, however, the club was closed for extensive renovation and
permanent modification, and then reopened to be used exclusively in its new
role. Unlike most commercial fitness clubs, in the development or redevelopment process HASTE does not waste time relying on the participants own will to
encourage the hard work necessary. Rather, HASTE is staffed with
experienced dominants, such as my lovely Mistress Sherry, to provide the
necessary encouragement through fetish stimulation, verbal harassment and
humiliation, and various disciplinary measures. HASTE facilities include a
unique restraining gym equipment exercise room, a training/disciplinary room
known as the arena, slave locker areas, and trainers' locker and lounge rooms.
HASTE provides services and/or facilities for Mistresses and Masters to
reshape slaves to meet their fitness, weight, and attitude requirements.
Through the Mistresses' and Masters' guidance and many hours of volunteer work
by a few very fortunate slaves such as myself, HASTE has become the premier
health club of its kind. This innovative club is paving the way for similar
endeavors. Since its inception, I have been able to, and continue to, expand
my abilities as a slave through controlled exercise and discipline training.
HASTE, now a proven viable business entity, is beginning to solicit additional
participants as well as investigate the opening of other clubs around the
country.
Also unlike most commercial clubs, HASTE is not in any sense a meeting place
for singles. Membership is restricted to Mistresses and Masters with
submissives; no un-owned or un-sponsored singles are permitted, ever. Several dominants, however, have multiple submissives registered in the club. Submissives are registered into the program only after completing a responsiveness aptitude examination and the submission of a physicians recommended health and exercise program statement. Applicant programs are individually designed to provide the maximum safety while achieving the highest degree of redevelopment. The sponsoring dominant further defines the program to restrict the use of adverse training or trainer involvement. Thus there is opportunity to restrict who trains whom and the methods and level of training given to each submissive. A simple color coded collar for each slave defines the parameters and program in which he or she is enrolled.
Like the gym and arena, the slave quarters are unisex. However, all
activities in the slave quarters is strictly monitored on closed circuit TV,
and it is a serious offense resulting in the most serious of punishments for
any submissives to undertake any sexual activity in the quarters. Everyone
has the use of a small locker to store their clothing. Coin operated laundry
facilities are also provided for washing your gym clothing and should you be
so lucky the clothing of one of the staff members. HASTE rules mandate
cleanliness.
The staff members, trainers, and visiting dominants also have locker
facilities. Since Mistress Sherry is one of the owners I have had the
privilege of cleaning this area. Unlike the slave quarters, both the Master
and Mistress areas are plush and offer many amenities, including spas,
steam room, private showers and dressing rooms, massage rooms with trained
attendants, and video rooms. In addition to having access to a large
collection of videos for their viewing pleasure, there are monitors which
provide viewing of the exercise, arena and slave quarter areas. There is also
a library and a slave attended bar and lounge. There are almost always slaves
invited to the lounge for "extra" training and the amusement of the dominants
present, either as added punishments or as a reward for good behavior. I have
had several interesting experiences in the lounge, but these will have to be
the subject of another correspondence.
Upon my arrival for my first visit to HASTE, I was checked in by the reception
person and instructed to change into my exercise uniform and collar. My
street clothes were locked into a slave locker, the key for which is attached
to my collar, which is locked on around my neck by a separate lock and key
held by the reception person. My exercise uniform consisted of a one piece
rubber tank and groin thong which zipped up in front and was locked to the
front of my collar. The thong snugly covered my balls and cock, but left my
ass completely exposed.
My program began with a 15 minute warm-up locked in stocks located in a dry
sauna (a modern day version of a sweat-box). Following my "warm-up", I was
shackled to a Stair-Master for stamina development and weight reduction. At
50 floors, I thought I was going to die. My legs hurt terribly and seemed to
weigh a ton and I was gasping for air like there was no tomorrow. I pleaded
with the Mistress / trainer to please stop the machine and let me off,
instead she unclipped her cane from her belt, increased the tempo of the
Stair-Master and began to lay the cane across my ass and the backs of my
thighs. In a matter of seconds my mind completely forgot of my exhaustion and
my adrenaline, raised by the pain on my backside, began to help me to continue
at the new grueling pace. After completing my exhausting aerobic stair
climbing workout of 125 floors, the trainer had me kiss her feet, thank her,
and crawl to the weight area to work out with various weights and Universal
equipment, again encouraging more repetitions and increased weight through the
application of her cane. At the end of the lifting routine, the Mistress
Sherry immediately took me to the scales and weighed me. She instructed me
that in the future my weight must be equal to or lower than my previously
recorded weight or I would be immediately taken to the punishment arena for
discipline or returned to the gym for additional work. Weight and diet
control is the responsibility of the submissive. As this was my first
session, Mistress Sherry chose the arena as it's one of her most pleasurable
parts of the redevelopment program.
Unlike the gym, the arena (so called because of the viewing area) is equipped
with traditional and not so traditional dungeon devices. Racks, whipping
posts, stocks, padded horses, cages, black-out boxes, and the like fill the
room. Around the arena is a chariot/bridal track where slave races are
occasionally held. On several of the walls, whips, canes, dildos, enema
equipment, leather straps, ropes, clamps, gags, leather cuffs, padlocks,
snaps, and other such instruments of torture and restraint await their
victims. Audio and video equipment is also provided both for filming and A/V
slave training. One wall is installed with racks of clothing for TV training.
Lockers are provided for personally owned equipment storage should a Mistress
Sherry or Master bring some with them.
As we entered the arena, I noticed a small group of spectators in the gallery
were watching a young female slave on a padded horse being whipped by a
Master; her screams filled the arena with each stroke of his providing a
reminder of realism to the brightly sky lighted torture chamber. I stopped to
look for a moment at the very unusual bondage system that was holding her in
place. She was not tied to the horse with straps or ropes, and in fact her
arms, legs and upper torso were relatively free to move about. Instead she
was pinned to the horse by a single mechanical arm anchored to the horse's
base and to the floor. The arm reached above her buttocks, and from it
extended a large shaft directly between her bottom cheeks. There was an
hydraulic cylinder on the shaft, and it only took a second or two to realize
that she was being held in place by a large dildo that had been thrust forward
from the cylinder into her rectum and which was immovably attached to the
mechanical arm.
Mistress Sherry signaled for an assistant to help her and they moved me to the
squatters stock saying it would be fitting for my past insubordinations. The
squatters stock is a wooden device which locks your wrists even with your head
and your ankles spread similar to a rack, but vertical and rather than
stretching you, the squatters stock forces you into a very uncomfortable
squatting position; essentially a reverse rack. Squatting is encouraged
either by the tightening of a set of ropes with pulleys, or as Mistress Sherry
prefers, the placement of barbell weights on the head and hand restraining
stock. Mistress Sherry placed a large dildo mounted to a pole between my
legs, slid the thin rubber thong of my exercise outfit to one side and
inserted the tip of the dildo into my ass. This particular dildo was
obviously carefully selected for this use. It was snow white, hard ceramic,
approximately 12 inched long, and had a series of alternating wide and narrow
points along its length. It could best be described, perhaps, as a multi
ridge butt plug. The first wide point was perhaps 1.25" in diameter, with
each subsequent one a bit wider so that the last was fully 3" thick. The
narrow points in between were only .75" thick.
The assistant tightened the ropes using the pulleys forcing my legs to bend
and the dildo to be positioned about half an inch up my ass; this would
eliminate my ability to lock my legs straight when the weight was applied and
the dildo would further encourage my resistance to the weights. Mistress
Sherry, promising to be merciful for my first experience, instructed the
assistant to hang 50 pounds on each side of the restraining stock for a total
of 100 pounds of weight and to set the squat restraint. Mistress Sherry says
the squatter stock has the added value of leg muscle development in addition
to the disciplinary effects. The cramps in my legs began almost immediately
and as the dildo began to inch further up my ass my pleas for mercy began.
The spectators in the gallery area cheered and Mistress Sherry gave me a quick
pat on my head, a smile, turned and left the arena. The pain I felt was as
intense as any I had felt before; just before the assistant left me she
reached over and set a squat limit device restricting the dildo penetration to
9 inches, saying she, given the choice would have set it at 12 inches.
Mistress Sherry returned after one half hour, removing the weights, raising
the pulleys, and releasing me from the squatter and penetrating dildo bondage.
The pain in my legs did not subside, but rather seemed to intensify as I was
helped by the assistant from the device. And while the ridges on the dildo
had hurt going in, slowly and against all the resistance my legs and sphincter
could generate, each one seemed to rip me a new asshole as I lifted off of it.
Chapter 9 -- A Class 1 Cleansing
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As is required by Mistress Sherry following any effort on her part for my
betterment, as soon as I was free of the device, I dropped to my knees, kissed
her beautiful booted feet and thanked her for her thoughtfulness and efforts.
The assistant who had helped me leave the squatter then stepped over to
Mistress Sherry and showed her the dildo that had so recently been lodged in
my ass. It previously snow white surface was quite covered with my brown,
smelly "poop." I know from past experience that Mistress Sherry is not at all
interested in scatology, and I knew that she would be displeased at seeing the
dildo so soiled. She immediately announced to me that this result was
intolerable, and asked that two of the arena assistants proceed to give me a
"class 1" cleansing. While I was uncertain of the details, I was very certain
that I would not like it.
Little did I know how true that was. The assistants proceeded to take me to a
corner of the arena where there was an abundance of both visible plumbing and
enema equipment. My thong was removed and I was tied into a movable frame
that while holding my body in a bent at the waist position, I could be freely
rotated so that any of my head, feet or ass was at the highest position. My
legs were spread very wide, and I could also be raised or lowered through a
range of about 4 feet. In short, I was totally exposed and at their mercy.
A class 1 cleansing, I was told, was a series of enemas given in pairs until
all of the expelled liquid was as clear as when injected. In each pair of
enemas, the first would be designed to purge or clean my gut, while the second
would be a rinse to eliminate any residue of the first. The assistants were
free to choose any solutions they wished from an approved list, and administer
them in any way they chose. They only requirement was that the volume of each
pair be larger than the previous pair. Mistress Sherry knew that I especially
hated to be subjected to enema discipline, so this would be a particularly bad
punishment for me.
For the first enema, the assistants told me that I would get two quarts of hot
soapy water administered from an enema bag two feet above my ass. It was
explained that I could say stop to the flow at any time that I wished, but
that until I said start they would be spanking me with a large hairbrush. I
would be faced with accepting torture for either the inside or the outside of
my ass. I was warned that leaking fluid would be most severely dealt with.
They used a butt plug type nozzle, and as soon as the flow started I nearly
screamed from the temperature. I was positive that my rectum and colon were
being cooked. After what I thought must have been at least three quarters of
the fluid I begged them to stop, and in seconds I felt the hairbrush spanking
begin. I took about 20 strokes, and then decided that the enema would be
easier, so I yelled start between my sobs. I thought that the pressure would
be unbearable, but somehow I managed to let it all run in before saying stop
again. Then they got really nasty: they played with the plug nozzle into and
out of my asshole.
With each pop of the plug nozzle out of my asshole I felt a bit of the fluid
leak. With each pop in my already abused sphincter felt more bruised. At one
point they stopped and applied another flurry of brush strokes to my bottom
cheeks as punishment, they explained, for my leaking fluid. Finally, after
about 5 minutes of fucking me with the plug nozzle, they rotated the frame and
lowered it a bit so I was sitting on a portable toilet they had wheeled under
me.
On realizing I was to release the enema in the arena in full view of all those
present I was again mortified to another new level for me. At first I could
not summon the necessary relaxation of my asshole, but the assistants just
waited, and watched intensely. After about 90 seconds of being hung tail down
with the toilet seat spreading my cheeks another cramp arrived, and I gushed
the fluid into the toilet. One assistant told me that I had 2 minutes to
completely empty my guts before the rinse enema for this pair. She then
started roughly massaging my gut, which indeed caused more fluid to find its
way to the end of my colon and on into the toilet.
As I hung there in the frame, I realized that the last shred of dignity had
been stripped from me as this most basic of bodily functions was now totally
under the control of these two assistants, and therefore Mistress Sherry.
When the assistant wiped my bottom as she would wipe a two year old's I
realized that here at HASTE I had no control, no options and no power. I
would do only those things desired by the staff, and if I did not do them
voluntarily I would be forced into doing them anyway.
The second enema of the pair was ice cold, in sharp contrast to the scalding
hot first one. I broke down during its administration and began crying, which
only brought laughter and derision from the assistants. It most certainly did
not being mercy or leniency.
I won't go into all of the details of the rest of the enemas. In all, I
received four pairs, and the last one was a full 4 quarts. I leaked miserably
during some of them, and cried more than once. The second and third purging
were mineral oil and glycerin, respectively. But the worst one by far was the
last purging. The fluid was milk & molasses, and although it was injected
very gently, my colon was sealed with a balloon plug after it was in. The
fluid apparently reacts with bacteria in the gut, because after a few minutes
I experienced the worst cramps of my life. The assistants assured me that it
was only gas forming inside me, and that once I released the enema it would
all be over. I cried and begged for early release, however, and I offered to
do anything they wished if they would only give it to me. They replied that I
would do anything no matter what, and made me hold the fluid the required 12
minutes.
After they released me from the class 1 cleansing Mistress Sherry again used
the snow white dildo on me to confirm that I was thoroughly clean.
Fortunately I was.
As final proof of her control, although she certainly needed none, she had one of the assistants masturbate me in front of the audience. The assistant made me lie flat on the floor on my back with my knees pulled up to my shoulders. Next she strapped on a dildo in a harness around her waist, and slid it into my very abused asshole. Finally, while fucking me this way, she took a vibrator and applied it to my cock, making me cum all over my chest in a very few seconds, and keeping it there until I cried out from the over stimulation. Such a public "milking" would have normally been very embarrassing, but by that time I
could know no more shame than that already experienced. I simply hung my head
and waited for the next order.
Mistress Sherry then told me to report to the reception area to have my collar
unlocked prior to going to the slaves quarters to collect my clothing. She
commanded me to plan on visiting HASTE Monday through Friday of every week
until otherwise instructed. She would select for me a training regimen that
would both produce the desired physical conditioning and serve to continually
emphasize her domination over me. Among other things, early in each training
session I would receive a complete set of cleansing enemas each day to assure
her that she could dildo me at any time during the session without worrying
about my internal readiness. A 2000 calorie or less per day diet would be
required to achieve the necessary weight reduction. I thanked Mistress Sherry
for her time and excused myself.
The pain and humiliation from this first session, including my ordeal with the
squatter and the enema frame, were only the beginning, but they serve as memorable reminders of what terrors can be experienced should I not meet Mistress Sherry's expectations. My body continued to resist the severe exercise
routines, although I struggled to perform to expectation and I suffered
intense muscle pain in the beginning months of the program. I was required to
report to HASTE 5 days a week for the first 2 months. At the end of this time
of my redevelopment program with Mistress Sherry's "encouragement" I lost 30
pounds of flab and 3 inches off my waist. Presently, I report every other
day, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, to HASTE for my session with Mistress
Sherry or one of her talented assistants for my continued health and training
maintenance.
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Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms. Sherry - pt 1
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:08 UTC
I am purging all of my collection of stories. They come
from several sources (I wrote many), and before I erase
the hard disk I wanted to post them for others. Hope
someone enjoys them.
CountryBoy
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Mistress Sherry's Specialty
Introduction
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As I always did when I got home, I went to the answering
machine. There were 3 messages that evening: the first two were
people selling things. The third, however, was from Cynthia,
the dominant mistress with whom I lived and the woman I had
served for over 2 years. I was completely her slave, sexually
and otherwise.
She had been away on a business trip for the past 4 days.
"Sorry I missed you, Bill. I'm not coming back tomorrow after
all. This deal is going well, and if I stay a while longer I
may be able to wrap it up immediately instead of coming back
again next month. I'll let you know when I'm coming home, but
it probably won't be for a few days. Meanwhile, continue all of
the things I asked you to do around the house. Also, a friend
of mine has opened an exercise center, and I told her that you'd
certainly want to sign up. The membership fee is $200, and I've
made an appointment for you to start tonight at 8:45. Sherry's
Work Out at 27712 Verona. She's expecting you, and I'm sure
that she can give you a good work out."
I was a bit surprised at the message, especially since I
didn't have a particularly bad body already. Cynthia wouldn't
have allowed that. But as it was already 8:20 and I wouldn't
think of disobeying her, I left immediately. Sherry's was in
what appeared to be a converted motel just south of the
interstate. I arrived promptly at 8:45, and a pretty young
blonde girl behind the counter took my name, looked at a clip
board, said I was expected and asked me to wait until Sherry was
free.
About 10 minutes later Sherry arrived and sat down. She
was a very attractive black woman who carried herself with the
confidence of the owner of the business. She asked for the fee
and gave me a form to sign. The form asked for several physical
details, and at the bottom had some legaleese that absolved the
Center from liability if I got hurt misusing their equipment or
for not following a counselor's instructions. I signed it.
As soon as I handed the form back to her, she looked over
at the girl behind the counter and said "Play the tape."
"Hello Bill." I was surprised to hear Cynthia's voice.
"I'm glad you obeyed me so well. While this is a normal
exercise club during the day, in the evening Sherry does a bit
more. Since you will have missed at least 2 of our play
sessions by the time I get back, I've asked Sherry to spend some
time to keep up your training. She and I have discussed the
specifics. Obey her as you would me, or when I get back I'll
make you wish you had."
I suddenly realized that all of the customers had left by
9:00, and the counter girl had been locking the door and turning
off the outside lights. I was alone with these two women who,
while they certainly were very pretty, suddenly seemed very
menacing and dominant as well.
"Bill, take off all of your clothes immediately, and then
come join us in the women's locker room. Don't speak unless
spoken to. I am Mistress Sherry; this is Mistress Laureen.
She's a new Mistress, and I'm going to use you as a
demonstration aid in teaching her about punishing slaves."
I did as I was told, and entered the locker room about 60
seconds later. Mistress Laureen immediately put a blindfold on
me, took me to a corner and told me to stand facing it until I
was told otherwise.
It seemed that I stood there for hours. I heard them both
take showers, and could occasionally catch phrases of the
conversation. "...until he has bright red ass cheeks..",
"...just keep pushing..." and "...at least three times...". I
was both terrified and fantastically curious about what was
going to happen.
Chapter 1: Warm-ups
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My cock was already at attention when Mistress Laureen
grabbed it and told me to follow her. I was still blindfolded,
but she didn't lead me into anything or go too fast. Her iron
grip gave me little choice, however.
After she stopped, I was told to remove the blindfold, and
after getting my focus was staring at the two women. They were
dressed in black merry widows with push up tops that exposed
their nipples and made them seem to beg for attention. They
wore no panties but did have on black stockings held up by a
garter belt. The effect was spectacular.
They were seated facing each other with their legs
alternatingly interlocked, forming a "double lap." They pulled
me forward across it, spreading their legs momentarily so that
my hard cock was caught between two. "To show you whose boss
here, we're going to start you off with a spanking. Mistress
Laureen will attend to your right ass cheek while I'll do the
left," Mistress Sherry said. "Keep your hands behind your back
and your feet in the air."
Immediately I felt a sharp SMACK on my left cheek followed
quickly by one on my right. Their rhythms were each irregular,
though not especially fast, and a few times they struck
simultaneously. After about 20 swats on each cheek my ass was
really getting sore. "Please stop for a minute, Mistress" I
begged. They seemed not to hear me and kept up the swatting.
"Please !"
Then without warning it stopped, and Mistress Sherry was
squeezing my balls in a death grip. "I told you not to talk
unless you were spoken to. If you forget that kind of order
after only a little hand spanking, then you're in for a real
lesson that will make you remember who's in charge here!" she
scolded. "Stand up and bend over. Put your palms flat on this
bench. Keep your knees straight and spread your feet."
I scrambled to obey, started to apologize for speaking
without permission, but thought better of opening my mouth
again.
"If you move at any time before we tell you to, you'll get
extra of whatever you're getting when you move. Then we'll
start over so you'll get it all again," she explained. While
she was doing so, Mistress Laureen had been tweaking my nipples,
making me gasp with pain. "Go ahead, Laureen. I'm going to
make it harder for him to move while we really heat up his
tail." While Mistress Laureen continued to tweak my nipples,
Mistress Sherry pulled my cock back between my legs and tied a
long leather thong around it. Next she took another and looped
it around my balls, and then tied it around the bench I was
bending down to. Finally, she took a third and tied it to the
other bench, so that if I moved either direction my balls would
be pulled.
"Mistress Cynthia has told me how much this slave can take,
and we're not even near his limits. Besides, tonight we're
going to stretch those limits quite a bit. Laureen, why don't
you start with 25 with the ruler. Remember to work the whole
area, and especially that tender crease where the thighs join
the hips." Mistress Sherry was obviously taking control and
enjoying it.
Thut! Thut! Thut!... The 25 strokes landed on my ass
again setting it on fire. Mistress Laureen let a few seconds
between each so that I really felt it before the next one hit.
In all it probably took about 2-3 minutes.
"Think that you'll hold your tongue until asked now Billy
?" asked Mistress Sherry. "Yes Ma'am" I sobbed back. "Is you
bottom hot little boy ?" asked Mistress Laureen . "Yes Ma'am" I
answered. "Not as hot as it's going to get," added Mistress
Sherry.
"Let me show you this, Laureen." I felt something rubbing
between my legs, in the space between the base of my cock and my
asshole. Then it felt very warm, and then it started burning,
almost as much as my bottom cheeks. "This is Icy Hot. We use
it in the exercise room for sore muscles," she explained. "It's
a different kind of hot than the spanking, but I think that
giving a slave both is really interesting. Each makes the other
seem worse, even though I didn't put them on the same place."
That thought was just too much for me. "Please don't put
them on the same place, Mistress. Please !"
"This slave is still talking without being spoken to,
Mistress Sherry. Should we remind him more ?" asked Mistress
Laureen. "Absolutely," she answered. "And let's give him
something to think about while we do."
With that she put Icy Hot on each of my nipples, then
clothes pins. She told me to bend over again, and said that
this time she would do the spanking, and she would use a
hairbrush.
SPLAT!... SPLAT!... SPLAT!... SPLAT!... She spanked in
fast groups of four, then let the heat sink in. It was awful,
especially on my already blazing behind. After about two dozen
she stopped and I heard them walk away. It was all I could do
to maintain the position.
A minute or two later I heard them come back, but I
certainly had learned not to say a word. Mistress Sherry
reached down and played with the nipple clamps, releasing them
and putting them back on shifted 90 degrees. "Go ahead. Get it
good and greasy." I heard her say. I had only a few seconds to
wonder what she meant before I felt Mistress Laureen shoving her
finger into my asshole. "Use at least two fingers, and ream it
around all the way," Mistress Sherry encouraged her.
I groaned a bit while this continued, but still said
nothing. WHAP! "I think that finishing off this part of your
punishment with a dozen from my paddle is just what you need,"
Mistress Sherry said. Before I could think another thought
another WHAP! landed, and then holding on to the bench, gritting
my teeth and taking it was all I could think of. At the end of
the dozen she put the paddle on the bench right in front of my
face. I was still gasping. I heard her say "Let's go get ready
for his next phase," to Mistress Laureen and then walked away.
Chapter 2: Mistress Sherry's Specialty
=======================================
I stayed there recovering from the paddle pounding I had
just taken for several minutes, and I guess I let my mind wander
a bit. I didn't even hear Mistress Laureen walk back up behind
me before I felt her hands on the leather thongs tied to my
cock. I jerked in surprise.
"Hold still while I untie you!" she demanded. Continuing
a bit more conversationally, "Mistress Sherry can certainly
swing a paddle, can't she. Your tail is still radiating heat,
and I'll bet it feels sore for days." "Yes, Ma'am," I answered,
not wanting to say anything that could in any way be anything
but totally submissive.
She had me stand up and blindfolded me again, then once
again grabbed my cock and balls and used them as a leash to lead
me to another room. My bare feet could feel the tile floor, and
I knew I was in the showers. When she took the blindfold off
Mistress Sherry started talking, but I missed the first few
words as I saw hanging from one of the shower posts a bulging
red enema bag with its red hose and black nozzle gleaming. I
HATED ENEMAS.
"... discussed with Mistress Cynthia, and she thinks that
my using you to teach Mistress Laureen about punishment enemas
is an excellent idea. They are, you know, a real specialty of
mine. I've never had a slave be a behavior problem after I used
enema discipline on him. Cynthia tells me that while she has
occasionally given you an enema to humiliate you, she has never
thoroughly cleaned you out, nor made the enemas themselves the
punishments. Today that will be different. You will be given
enemas that will be very difficult to hold. They will cause
cramps that may even take away your breath for a few moments.
You can be certain that they will do no lasting damage, as I
have done this many times and will probably do it many more,
sometimes to you.
"Now the rules for you are very simple," she continued.
"You will do everything that we tell you to do or your
punishments will be increased. After you have been given an
enema, you will retain it for as long as we tell you to. If you
do not, then while holding the next one you will be spanked in
proportion to the time you were short. However, it you are
about to lose control, tell us, so that you can release it into
the toilet. If you lose control in here, while the tile floor
will make cleanup easy, you will get extra strokes. Besides,
just think how embarrassing it would be for you to be blowing
dirty enema water out of your asshole in front of two ladies
like Mistress Laureen and me.
"Now let's get started. Get up on the table. I won't tie
you in position, but I want your wrists tied together so you
can't get your hands in the way. Spread you knees apart, get
your nose down and your bottom up."
Through the last part of this she had been prodding me into
the position she wanted me in and tying my hands together. I
was on top of a plastic covered massage table with my asshole
totally exposed and my cock (still at attention) and balls
hanging freely.
"Laureen, I'd like for you to handle the equipment. Billy,
this first enema will be two quarts and you'll be expected to
retain it for 5 minutes after it is all in. You may ask us to
stop the flow going in one time, but your retention time will
not start until it is in. For each minute short of 5 that you
retain it, you'll get 10 hairbrush strokes during your next
enema. Also, since the purpose of these enemas is to clean you
out if you don't hold them the allotted time, it may require
additional enemas. If you lose control before you get to the
toilet you'll get an extra 20 strokes. Laureen, go ahead."
The nozzle they were about to use on me was right in front
of my face, and I couldn't help but stare at it. It was about
eight inches long with a shaft about the diameter of a finger.
At its end was a ball about the size of a golf ball, and there
were seven holes at various positions on the end of the ball
where the water came out. It was covered with vaseline (?), and
I had no doubt where it was going in moments. I wondered if the
ball would hurt going in...
It did. Not really a lot, but Mistress Laureen placed it
on my anus and just shoved it in without slowing down much. A
few moments later I heard the "click" of the valve and felt the
water filling my gut. It was really hot, and I gasped and
moaned at the same time.
"Now you can see the reaction that a hot soapy solution
has, Laureen." Mistress Sherry was discussing me as if I were a
lab animal. "While he probably feels that this is too hot, at
115 degrees it won't really hurt him in any lasting way. The
hot water will, however, make the castile soap more effective.
The solution will run further up into his bowels, relaxing his
muscles and exposing more of the tissue to the soap solution.
It takes a well trained recipient so hold one like this very
long. Don't ever make them any hotter, though, or you might
deaden the nerves inside the rectum. Then he might develop
chronic constipation and require enemas just for normal
functions. You want to keep them 'special'."
I was beginning to feel like my gut was burning up. I had
also started to sweat profusely from the hot water, and the soap
had started to generate that loose bowels or diarrhea feeling.
I didn't know how long I was going to be asked to retain this
fluid, but I started hoping it wouldn't be too long, and
composing my begging to be allowed to release it early without
too much punishment. Suddenly, I heard a gurgling sound and
realized that it must be all in.
"Now to really get a cleansing enema to work to maximum
effect, a vigorous massage of a slave's lower belly is a
requirement," she instructed. "Watch how I do it, and then you
try it. You don't need to hold on to the nozzle any more, it'll
probably stay in by itself, or you can just pop it out if it
gets in your way." Mistress Sherry started really working over
my gut, and until I squeezed my asshole shut as tight as I could
I thought I was going to blow the enema out right then. Just as
I flexed my sphincter Mistress Laureen did "pop it out" and as I
squeezed the hard plastic I thought I was bruising myself
permanently. Mistress Sherry realized what had happened and
just chuckled. "You timed that nicely, Laureen. Now see how
I'm working over his belly to cause the enema to get into every
nook and cranny of his colon ? You try it." Mistress Laureen
did, and the torture continued, although a bit more gently.
Suddenly, I knew that I only had a few seconds to get to
the toilet. I clenched my asshole very tight and said "Please
Mistress, I've got to go to the toilet so I don't make a mess
here. Please!" I didn't wait for an answer, but jumped off the
table and started... I didn't know where the toilet was! I
turned around and looked them both, my face screwed up with the
exertion of holding my asshole closed. Mistress Sherry,
enjoying taking her time, looked at Mistress Laureen and said
"He obviously doesn't know where he's going. Would you like to
show him, Laureen ?? And you might go with him just to make
sure he doesn't misbehave while he's gone."
Mistress Laureen pointed to a doorway, and followed me as I
race waddled through it, going as fast as I could without
releasing any pressure on my asshole. I found the toilet and
was startled to see as I sat down that the seat wasn't smooth
but was covered with ribbed plastic. As I sat down I discovered
that the ribbings were short spikes, dull enough so they
wouldn't penetrate the skin, but sharp enough so that my well
spanked bottom really felt them. That pain, however, was
secondary to my relief of getting to the toilet only a quarter
of a second (it seemed) before my gut exploded and a torrent of
dirty, smelly water rushed out. I let out three or four hundred
gallons (at least) before I heard Mistress Laureen laughing at
the door. I looked up and saw her really enjoying herself, and
was so ashamed that I looked at the floor and hoped I could find
a hole to crawl into.
"Flush it to get rid of the smell," she commanded. I'm
sure that you've got lot's more inside you, but while you're
getting rid of it, I think that I want you to do something else
too."
She pulled a stool over in front of me, sat down, pushed
her tits at me and ordered me to suck them. "And if I don't
like the way you do it, I'll give you an extra enema and an
extra spanking." Needless to say, I focused my attention on it
thoroughly, though I flushed with embarrassment each time
another spurt of enema found its way down my colon and out my
anus. (I actually think that she moaned with pleasure once or
twice.)
After about 5 minutes of this she stood up and adjusted her
merry widow. I could see that her nipples were really hard and
standing up, and I hoped that I might have pleased her enough so
that she would go easy on my for a while. "Are you finished
shitting ?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am," I replied. "Could you
please give me some toilet paper," I continued, since I had been
unable to locate any. "Beg for it," she instructed.
Realizing that my hope for leniency was not to be
fulfilled, I begged. "Please, Mistress Laureen. Please let me
have some toilet paper." I could see that she liked hearing me
beg, and that she wasn't going to respond until she heard more.
"Please let me have some toilet paper. I don't want to upset
you and Mistress Sherry by going back in there without having
used some. Please Mistress Laureen."
She stared at me for a few more seconds, grinning, and then
took some paper from under a sink. "No. You can't have the
paper. Stand up, turn around and bend over with your head on
top of the tank. I'll wipe you."
If I thought that I'd been embarrassed before, I'd been
wrong. Nothing that I'd ever had done to me by Mistress Cynthia
or anyone else was even half so mortifying as the thought of
this striking, sexy woman wiping my bottom as if I were a little
3 year old. But I decided I didn't really have a choice. The
results of my disobedience to their orders was very clear.
Slowly I complied with her orders, and felt wave after wave of
humiliation as she wiped the paper up and down my crack.
(to be continued)
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Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms. Sherry pt.2
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:13 UTC
I am purging all of my collection of stories. They come
from several sources (I wrote many), and before I erase
the hard disk I wanted to post them for others. Hope
someone enjoys them.
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Mistress Sherry's Specialty Part - 2
Chapter 3: Hot 'n Cold & Running Water
=======================================
Mistress Laureen took me back to the showers, where
Mistress Sherry was waiting for us. They had me get back up on
the table, and again ordered me into the NOSE DOWN & BOTTOM UP
position. Mistress Sherry had refilled the enema bag, and again
I was staring at the nozzle while they talked for a minute. I
didn't hear all of what they were saying because I was staring
at the enema nozzle just a few inches in front of my face. It
was an extra large butt plug converted so that a tube was stuck
through its middle.
As I wondered how it would feel, and dreaded the upcoming
attempt to insert it I heard Mistress Sherry tell Mistress
Laureen to "regrease" my asshole. Almost simultaneously I felt
her stick two fingers, and then another, into me and begin
working them around to thoroughly lubricate me again. I tried
to relax, and closed my eyes to concentrate on loosening my anal
sphincter as much as possible. Suddenly I felt the fingers
slide out and the nozzle start in. It was huge. I pushed out
as much as I could to ease its passage, but the pain of its
entry brought tears to my eyes. Just as I thought I was going
to have to scream for relief from the intrusion I felt its ridge
pass into me and there was some relief from the stretching.
The ladies allowed me a minute of rest while they did
something out of my vision. Then I heard the ominous CLICK of
the valve and felt the air in the tube rush into my gut,
followed by the water.
"AAARRHHH !" I yelled immediately. The water was ICE
COLD, and my poor abused gut started cramping savagely as soon
as it hit. Mistress Sherry just laughed and told Mistress
Laureen that this kind of "surprise" always generated that kind
of reaction. Then she told me that while she'd slow down the
flow a little bit, I was going to take it all before she
stopped. She asked Mistress Laureen to begin massaging my gut,
while she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock.
Every few seconds I could feel the cold water run into a
new section of my bowels, and every time I'd have another gut
wrenching cramp. Mistress Sherry was massaging my cock fairly
aggressively, and each time she saw me react to a cramp she'd
speed up a bit. Every time I got even a little close to cumming
she'd push it back between my legs and squeeze the tip to stop
the orgasm response. The pain from the enema and gut massage on
one hand and the pleasure from her hand on my cock was confusing
as hell, and driving me crazy.
Finally I heard the gurgle of the last few drops of water
and heard Mistress Laureen clamp off the hose. Mistress Sherry
slowed down and then stopped her hand on my cock, but didn't
remove it.
"Now that it's all in, you can concentrate on holding it
for a while," she said. "Mistress Laureen can concentrate on
your backside with the hairbrush since you didn't hold the first
enema as long as you were ordered to. I believe that you earned
30 strokes."
I had been so focused on the pain in my gut and pleasure in
my crotch that I had totally forgotten about the spanking I had
been promised for failing with the first enema. I started to
babble that I'd do better if she'd only give me another chance
when SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! again set my bottom on
fire. Mistress Laureen had started the spanking.
Mistress Sherry again started playing with my cock, and
this time I had three conflicting sensations to deal with. Just
as the fire in my penetrated through my whole body another group
of 5 landed. I tensed up so much that my gut started cramping
again and my anus bruised itself squeezing the plug nozzle.
For the first time since I was a little boy I was so
overwhelmed by a punishment that I started to cry. At first it
was just a whimper of two, but when the third set of hairbrush
spanks landed I was totally defeated and out of control. I was
just bawling. It was so bad that even with the cock teasing I
lost my erection.
Mistress Laureen finished the spanking, and somehow I
managed to retain the enema while she did it. I guess that the
plug nozzle helped on that score. Mistress Sherry and Mistress
Laureen both just stepped back and let me cry for a couple of
minutes, and then stepped up and rubbed my sore bottom and back
and comforted me. Having made me so completely theirs they
clearly enjoyed the victory.
After a few minutes I had composed myself a bit. Mistress
Sherry had me stand up and she reclined on the table. "Now
slave, I think you're ready to please me. Start licking that
pussy until I tell you to stop, and listen closely to my
instructions. Do it exactly as I tell you to, or I'll ask
Mistress Laureen to remind you to listen more closely. The
reminder will be another set of brush strokes."
Needless to say, with that incentive I sucked in my
blubbering and dove into my task. She had me lick her clit and
then her cunt, and then back to her clit again. It seemed like
I'd worked on her for at least 15 minutes when my tongue started
to get really tired. I slowed down just a bit, and though I
don't know how she was signaled, Mistress Laureen gave me five
strokes with the brush right across the crease where my thighs
meet my bottom cheeks. I restarted in earnest and didn't care
how tired I got. I wasn't going to earn that reminder again.
After an eternity she pushed me away. "Well slave, you
only made me cum three times. Next time you'll have to do
better, but for a first time I guess we'll let it pass."
Mistress Laureen then took me back to the bathroom, pulled
out the plug nozzle (rather brutally) and let me release the
enema. As before, my sore bottom was forced on the toilet seat
with the hard rubber ridges. As before Mistress Laureen made me
suck her nipples. As before she made me beg her for toilet
paper, and as before she totally humiliated me by wiping my
bottom herself.
Chapter 4: Completely Clean
============================
As Mistress Laureen led me back to the shower room for the
third time I wondered what else these two women could do to me.
Already they had embarrassed and humiliated more than I had
imagined possible, they had tortured my insides and beaten my
bottom, and they had so totally taken control of my body that I
had regressed into a bawling little boy. Yet when I saw
Mistress Sherry standing next to another full enema bag hanging
from a shower I knew it wasn't over.
This was to be the final cleaning out of my gut, I was
told. They ordered me to bend over the table while they
explained and inserted a long colon tube up my ass. The tube,
they said, would allow them to start the water into me very near
the beginning of my large intestine. I was to hold as much
water in as possible, but when I absolutely couldn't take any
more I would let it out. Once I started letting any out I
should push out as much as possible. The tube would be held in
place by a collar placed around it and stuck just inside my anal
sphincter. Unless I worked very hard, I wouldn't be able to
push the collar out but the water could flow out around it.
The enema bag was an open top model so that they could
refill it as often as needed. The flushing of water through my
gut would continue until the water I released was as completely
clear as it was on its way in. Mistress Sherry said that it
usually took about 3 to 5 flushes.
As an incentive to take as much in as possible before I let
any out, every time I let any out they would give me two strokes
with a rubber paddle. It was lying on the table and looked very
harsh. To manage the mess I would make the entire process would
take place with me standing at the intersection of two shower
streams.
By the time they had finished this explanation I was tied
with my hands above my head at a point between two showers.
Each Mistress turned one on and pointed it at me. One was just
a bit too hot and the other just a bit too cold.
Mistress Sherry clicked the valve on the enema bag and the
flow started. This was the first time I'd ever had a colon tube
used on me and the effect was strange. I really did feel the
water first hit me high up in my bowels. Also, since I was
standing and relatively closer to the bag's height, the pressure
wasn't as bad as I expected.
After a few minutes, however, the pressure in my gut was
every bit as bad as it ever got. I'd been watching the water
level in the bag and was determined not to let any out until I'd
taken the whole bag, but then Mistress Laureen refilled it from
one of the shower heads and I gave up on that idea. I tried not
to look, but after a few more seconds I knew I was going to have
to release a load of water. I glanced over at the two
Mistresses, and was disappointed to see that they were both
watching me closely. I really didn't want them to see me shit
out the water, but I finally realized that I had no choice. I
relaxed my anal sphincter and dumped at least two quarts of
water on the shower room floor into the flow of water towards
the drain.
Mistress Sherry walked over to the edge of the water and
looked at the floor. "Well slave, you're still full of shit it
appears." As I looked up at her Mistress Laureen landed the
first of two hard paddle swats on the top part of my ass
cheeks. Then the second one hit just as I was recovering from
the surprise of the first.
My poor bottom had taken almost all it could, and I again
was almost ready to cry. I started concentrating on holding the
water again, but the paddle landed a third time. "...talking to
you slave. Can't you hear me ? Do we need to get your
attention again ," Mistress Laureen was saying.
I had missed her question ! "Please no, Mistress. I just
couldn't hear you over the noise of the water. What did you
say, Mistress ," I asked.
She repeated that she wanted me to guess how big the enema
bag was and how much water I was letting run through my gut. I
guessed 2 quarts, adding that I thought that was the size of all
enema bags.
Both Mistresses laughed and Mistress Laureen told me that
they had been using 3 quart bags on me that night, and that in
time they would get me able to take enemas of up to 4 quarts, at
least.
I again had to let out a load of water, and with Mistress
Sherry swinging the paddle they broke me again. I was once more
returned to the condition of a crying little boy, but this time
rather than comfort me in any way they both just stood there and
made fun of me.
Try as I might I just couldn't stop crying as I stood there
with water cascading out of my butt, my bottom cheeks burning
and these two sexy but cruel women laughing at me.
After seeing that they had touched the bottom of my despair
they decided to stop the enemas and they untied me and sent me
to the bathroom This time I was allowed to go alone! They told
me to be back in four minutes for the end of the session, after
which I could clean up and go home.
I really tried hard to empty myself completely while I was
on the toilet. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I
was eager to get the last of it over with and get out of there.
When I returned to the shower room, they took me back to
the punishment table and blindfolded me. After standing still
for a few minutes they made me bend over the edge of the table,
and I could tell that my face was only inches from a woman's
pussy. I wondered which. Suddenly someone was whispering in my
ear to start licking, and remembering the penalty for inadequate
performance in this situation before I dove in with gusto.
Moments after I was licking the pussy (Mistress Laureen's,
I decided since the taste was different than before), I felt a
dildo being shoved rapidly into my asshole and the instant it
was deeply planted there I felt Mistress Sherry's legs bang up
against my thighs. I was being butt fucked with a strap on
dildo!
She had taken me so fast that I'd not been able to relax
and accommodate the dildo very much, so I truly felt as though I
were being raped. I stopped licking for a second or two as I
groaned and I felt a hand grab my left nipple and tweak it
harshly. Mistress Laureen ordered me back to work on her pussy,
which I did.
Meanwhile, Mistress Sherry was aggressively pounding into
and out of my ass with her strap on. I heard her announce that
she intended to continue until Mistress Laureen had cum as many
times as she wanted. I also felt her reach around to my cock
and begin massaging it.
Mistress Laureen came at least twice, and seconds after the
second time Mistress Sherry accelerated her hand on my cock.
Then I heard her almost yell "Cum for me slave. Cum for me
now!"
I hadn't realized that I was as close as I must have been,
for almost immediately I had a crashing orgasm and shot cum all
over her hand and the table. After one more deep thrust with
the dildo she stopped. She left it buried to the hilt in me and
unstrapped it from her hips. I was dimly aware that Mistress
Laureen had gotten up from the table, but I just lay there in
the half twilight that lingers just after a terrific orgasm.
WHAP! "Get up and get moving, slave." Mistress Sherry
ordered. "You have 10 minutes to shower and get dressed and get
out of here. It's way past closing. Next time Cynthia sends
you over here we won't be nearly so easy on you."
As I started to comply with her orders only one thought
filled my mind: NEXT TIME ??
(to be continued)
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Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms. Sherry pt.3
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:04:37 UTC
I am purging all of my collection of stories. They come
from several sources (I wrote many), and before I erase
the hard disk I wanted to post them for others. Hope
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Mistress Sherry's Specialty -- Part 3
=====================================
Chapter 5 -- Preparation
========================
For my second trip to the "Exercise Center", I had a better
idea of what to expect, or what to dread. Cynthia had called
me in the morning (she was still away), and told me to be
at the club again at 8:45 that night. As soon as I arrived,
Mistress Laureen took me into a small room labeled "Personal
Warm-ups" and told me to strip. She reminded me that slaves
don't speak unless spoken to (or else!) and then left. A
few seconds later she returned, wheeling in a device that
looked like an over grown saw horse. She had me put wrist
and ankle cuffs on myself, and fastened the wrist cuffs
behind my back so my hands were helpless.
Mistress Laureen told me she was going to take care of
"prepping" me before Mistress Sherry took over. Then she
bent down and started kissing and sucking my nipples!
She also reached down and very lightly touched my cock,
brushing it and my balls with her free hand. It was one
of the most sensuous experiences of my life, and in just
a few seconds I was sighing with pleasure, my nipples and
cock both getting harder and harder.
It ended as surprisingly as it started, when she suddenly
produced two clamps for my nipples and moments later grabbed
my cock and snapped a ring around its base that was so tight
I wondered if either the ring or my cock would explode from
the tension. I went from bliss to pain in about 15 seconds.
Using my cock as a handle, she pulled me to the horse and
pushed me over it. I was lying on it lengthwise, and there
was a hole cut in the top so my cock and balls dropped
through. She told me to stay put (or else!), and then I
heard her leave the room. She was only gone for a moment or
two when I heard her (or someone else?) come back in.
Strong hands parted my ass cheeks, and a finger shoved into
my rear. It was clearly coated with some kind of lubricant
as my asshole felt very slippery. A second finger joined
the first, and the reaming continued for quite a while. A
second hand stroked my cock, making it strain against the
ring. A third finger pushed into my rear, and while the
double massage was anything but gentle, I was getting turned
on by it.
Again, as abruptly as it started it ended. All at once the
hand on my cock became a vice on my balls, and the fingers
in my asshole started brutally stretching the orfice. I
yelped at the pain just as it stopped, and as I was catching
my breath I felt something pushing into my asshole again.
It was too small to be the fingers, and I wondered what it
was as I heard whoever was in the room leave again.
I lay on the horse for several minutes. I wasn't sure, but
several times I thought I heard people walk past the door
talking. I was feeling very uncertain about what was in
store for me that evening, and after a while I started
having another feeling too: I needed to go to the bathroom.
I knew I had been told to stay put, but I was starting to
feel both serious pressure and a burning sensation inside
my bottom. Just as I started to ponder calling out to get
someone to come into the room so I could ask permission to
go, I heard the door open again.
Mistress Laureen started talking as she entered, asking how
I was doing with the glycerine and ginger suppositories.
No wonder I was feeling both a need to go to the toilet and
a fire in my asshole. Before I could even answer, she said
that the last part of my preparation was to be a good
spanking: 25 strokes on each cheek.
She started at once, and very methodically swated my left
ass cheek 25 times with her hand. She covered the whole
area, and I remember wishing she would use the right cheek
some too. The last 5 were on the top of the thigh, and were
real zingers. I'd been counting, and while they were hard,
I knew I could take a spanking of this magnitude fairly
easily.
Mistress Laureen said it was time to start the second 25,
and before I realized it she had given me five quick hard
strokes on my right cheek... with a wide hairbrush. The
pain and surprise made me almost scream, and I kicked out
my legs so hard I nearly came off the horse. She grabbed
my balls in the vice she calls her left hand and told me to
hold still or the count would be doubled. Then she pounded
the next 20 strokes into my right cheek in about 30 seconds.
I was completely on fire, and yelping quite loudly. She
was gone less than two minutes after she came in.
As the pain in my ass subsided a bit, I became increasingly
aware that I had to find a toilet, and I had to find it
soon! I called out, knowing such action might cost me
greatly, but I was beginning to get desperate. No one
answered. I wasn't tied to the horse, and while having my
hands tied made it awkward, I decided to try to get off of
it and find a bathroom.
I got off, but I nearly castrated myself as the cock ring
raked accross the edge of the hole in the horse. I got to
the door, pulled it open and tiptoed out. There were a
couple of Mistresses visible on the far side of the room,
but I spied a door marked "MEN" and dashed for it, running
as fast as I could while still squeezing my cheeks together.
I got to the door and pushed, and it was locked!
I knew I was going to shit on the floor in a second or two
when I heard laughing behind me. I spun around and saw
Mistress Laureen and Mistress Sherry almost cackling, and
I could feel myself start to turn beet red with embarrassment
at the same time I knew my ass cheeks weren't going to be able
to resist the suppositories any longer. Mistress Sherry
pointed in the corner to a hospital toilet chair, and I
barely made it to it in time. As I sat there, two other
Mistresses and two slaves came over and watched. I was
mortified.
After a couple of minutes, Mistress Laureen walked around
behind me to "release my hands" she said. Instead, she
reached in front of me and in a quick motion, took both
nipple clamps off. As the blood raced back into my starved
tits the pain nearly doubled me over, and I howled with
pain. This generated another big laugh from my audience,
which restarted the waves of humiliation I was feeling.
I had never been so humiliated in front of so many people.
My cock deflated completely despite the ring, a fact that
was noted and reported to all by Mistress Sherry.
Chapter 6 -- A Real Fucking Enema!
==================================
They let me sit there a while longer, then the two slaves
were told to retrieve the horse from the prep room. I was
ordered back onto the horse, and this time the wrist and
ankle cuffs were attached to it. I hadn't had the chance
to use any toilet paper, and the slaves were ordered to
wipe my bottom for me. They then scrubbed it clean with
a washcloth. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it
wasn't happening, but I knew it was.
Mistress Sherry came around to the head end of the horse
and positioned herself so both the spectators and I could
see what was going on. She stepped into a harness for a
strap on dildo, and pulled it up around her hips. The dildo
in the harness was large and had bumps that looked like
halves of balls about a half inch accross all over its
surface. I was sure that they would feel really rough going
in & out of my asshole.
But the size and surface of the dildo was the least of my
worries. There was a fitting at the side of its base for a
hose, and the head had several holes it in. It was a dildo
enema nozzle.
I noticed Mistress Laureen carry a bulging enema bag past
my head, and Mistress Sherry opened a bottle and rubbed
some of its contents over the dildo. I could tell from
the pungent aroma that it was oil of wintergreen, and even
the whiff I got really opened my nostrils. Then I saw
Mistress Sherry connect the hose she was given by Mistress
Laureen to the base of her dildo. She saw me watching, and
she just smiled at me and rubbed the dildo as if she were
masturbating it. I was certain she had wanted me to see
all of her preparations just so I'd know what was coming.
I think I would have rather not...
She walked around to the other end of the horse and
immediately plunged the dildo into my rear. I couldn't
tell which was worst: (1) the humiliation of being publicly
fucked by her, (2) the pain of the dildo running into and
out of my asshole, which I'd had no opportunity to prepare
for, or (3) the oil of wintergreen, which by her third
stroke was burning my asshole with a red hot fire.
I could really feel the bumps on the dildo surface, but I
was beginning to relax my sphincter enough to accommodate
them. About then Mistress Sherry asked Mistress Laureen to
turn on the water, and I felt a surge of hot fluid rush into
my tail. I also suddenly felt liquid running down my legs.
Mistress Sherry whapped my bottom cheeks with her hand, and
told me to tighten up my asshole and quit leaking. Naturally
she didn't stop pumping the dildo in and out, and I realized
how really difficult this situation was. If I tightened up
enough to stop leaking, I would be squeezing the dildo so
its bumps would really bruise as she fucked my rear. If I
didn't, I would leak all over the place, undoubtedly earning
more punishment.
As if to emphasize the dilemma, Mistress Sherry stopped long
enough to ask one of the slaves to fetch a hairbrush, and she
explained to me that everytime she saw the enema water run
down my legs she'd use the brush on my ass cheeks. I
tightened up as best I could, but I earned at 25 strokes
while the enema was going in. Finally I heard Mistress
Laureen announce it was all in, and Mistress Sherry said
she was finished "fucking this piece of shit." I fel her
thrust once more, very deeply, and then she unstrapped the
dildo, leaving it in me as she walked away.
I heard two of the Mistresses who were watching talking
with Mistress Sherry, but I couldn't hear what they were
saying. Then I heard Mistress Sherry announce that while
I was holding the enema, the other two slaves would join in
the entertainment. One would be required to suck my cock
from under the horse. If I came, I was the loser, and if
I didn't, he lost. Penalty for the loser wasn't specified,
but I was sure it wouldn't be pleasant. The other was
positioned in front of my face and I would have to lick
his asshole.
The two slaves took their positions, and I felt the dildo
yanked from my rear and be replaced by a butt plug. I
don't like plugs, but Cynthia uses them on me frequently,
so I'm used to them. I felt a condom being stretched over
my cock, and an asshole was shoved into my face. Mistress
Sherry announced the cock sucking would continue for three
minutes, if necessary. She started a timer, and I had no
idea how I would hold out that long. Usually, when Cynthia
got me as turned on as I was now, I shot my load after just
a few strokes on my cock. I hoped this slave gave lousy
head...
I had another task in fron of me, however, so pushed my
tongue out tentatively and started to lick. About the
same time I felt lips on my cock. After a few moments
I knew I was getting close to cumming, and I let out a
little moan. Within seconds my bottom cheeks errupted
with the pain of four rapid hairbrush strokes, and I heard
Mistress Sherry tell me not to slow down on my ass licking
again or I would continue to feel the brush.
Fortunately, the spanking had totally killed the orgasm
building in my crotch. The slave down below had almost
won when the Mistress struck. He kept at it, however, and
after a while he had me getting close again. I wondered for
a moment which would be worse, getting more hairbrush now or
having a great orgasm now and a probably worse punishment
later. I didn't have the opportunity to choose, however,
as I had slowed my assliking while wondering about the
outcome. Mistress Sherry noticed, and again my tail was
on fire from her rapid spanking.
The timer rang shortly thereafter, and both slaves were
removed. I'd nearly forgotten about the enema I was holding
while all of the oral stuff and spanking was going on, but
with no distractions the pressure in my bowels again grabbed
my attention. Fortunately, they released me from the horse
and the two slaves helped me to the toilet chair again. One
of the slaves pulled my plug, and everyone watched again as
I sat down to empty my bowels. While I released the enema
in front of them, I couldn't help but be reminded of the
childish image of being trained to use the potty at the
command of the powerful woman (women) who were observing.
After a few gushes from my gut, Mistress Sherry announced
that it was time to punish the cock sucking loser. As she
believed in letting the punishment fit the crime, she placed
the other slave on his back with his cock sticking up, and
snapped on it the same cock ring I'd had used on me before.
The loser was positioned over it on his knees, with his ass
pushed up into the air. He would get 5 strokes from each of
the four mistresses with each of 5 tools. 100 strokes in
all! He could shorted his punishment, however, by sucking
off the slave on the floor. If he did, they would exchange
positions and continue the punishment, swapping positions
every time one came.
At first I was almost to focused on draining my gut to pay
much attention, but after a few minutes I was really pulling
for the guy. The cock ring on the guy on the floor made it
really tough on the loser, but finally, after about 65
strokes, the slave on the floor came. The loser's tail
was flaming, and when he got on his back it was clear he
didn't want any contact with the punished area. He didn't
have a cock ring, however, and it was only 25 strokes later
that they changes positions again.
With all of the action going on away from me, I had a chance
to get throughly drained. I was glad to be ignored, and I
actually chuckled when I realized I had been public enema
number 1. Unfortunately, it didn't last.
Chapter 7 -- Exercising at the Club
===================================
Mistresses Sherry and Laureen came over to me and told me
I had a choice. I could have another punishment enema while
everyone watched, or I could go with Mistress Laureen to help
her test some exercise equipment. I was sure that this was
some kind of trick, but another punishment enema was the
last thing I wanted. I went with Mistress Laureen.
The machine we went to looked like an ordinary treadmill,
and I'm sure that during the day it was exactly that.
Mistress Laureen hooked my hands to the handles, and then
brought over a bar that extended between my legs to the
post in the front of the machine that held up the handles.
The bar was supported in the rear by its own legs, and a
there were a series of holes drilled in it along it's length.
Mistress Laureen took out a HUGE butt plug dildo and screwed
it into the bar, and suddenly the D&S use of the machine
became obvious. She adjusted the legs so that the plug was
in my already sore asshole to almost it's widest point.
Then she tied my balls to the bar with a leather thong so
I couldn't pull up high enough to get the dildo out of my
asshole without castrating myself. Then she started the
treads.
I was forced to walk at a brisk pace to keep up with the
machine, and every step made me bounce up (pulling by
balls) and then down (stretching my asshole). I tried
to make my strides a smooth as possible, but I couldn't
damp out the vertical motion entireley no matter how much
I concentrated.
Mistress Laureen announced that a twenty minute walk would
give me the right cardio-vascular exercise, and walked away.
I started watching the clock on the wall, and for some reason
it was running at only 1/4 speed. After a few minutes she
returned, and without saying anything she speeded up the
pace. I could barely keep up, and when she turned and
walked away again, I had a brilliant thought! I could
just sit down on the bar and take a brief rest.
Slaves don't have brilliant thoughts that Mistresses haven't
already had, however, and as I sat down I forced the wide
spot on the plug through my sphincter, opening it to
accommodate the largest intrusion it had ever had. I
jerked back up, forcing the wide spot through the sphincter
again, and generating a shooting pain that went through my
whole body. I started trotting to keep up with the treads,
and tears started to run down my face.
Mistress Sherry appeared immediately, announcing to Mistress
Laureen that this test had been just fine. Realizing what
she meant, I felt like a complete fool. I guess I was.
While they were disassembling the equipment Mistress Laureen
brushed my cock several times, making it once again hard.
It had gone up and down like an elevator all night, and I
realized that my balls were beginning to ache. Mistress
Sherry told me we were finished for the night, and pointed
towards the locker room.
Just as I was about to go in, she called me back. She then
proceeded to tell me all of the things that had happened to
me that night. Ass reaming, suppositories, Mistress Laureen
sucking my nipples, having my cock sucked, the humiliation
of using the toilet in front of others, twice... The
longer she talked the harder my cock got. It had been
quite a night.
Suddenly she reached out and grabbed my cock, and in less
than three pumps of her wrist I was cumming. She directed
the stream up onto my chest, and some fell onto my cock and
her glove. She stuck the fingers into my mouth, directing
me to suck them clean. Then she pulled them out and again
pointed to the locker room door.
As I walked through the door, I heard her say to Mistress
Laureen "Cynthia has him fairly well trained, but after 8
more sessions here he'll prefer enemas and dildos to food
and drink." The thought of 8 more sessions with her was
very scary, but somehow I knew she was right.
(to be continued)
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