I forbade my slave from releasing the contents of a generous enema then insisted he perform a hundred vigorous star jumps. I eyed him with amusement as he struggled to obey. This was part of his obedience training and he needed to learn that his body no longer belonged to him. Even the basic functions of eating and evacuating body waste were no longer under his control. I am Mistress.
He continued to jump up and down as commanded but the difficulty of holding the contents of the enema in became increasingly intense and nearly impossible to contain completely. Of course he had to lick up any drops he spilt on my bathroom floor… and there was quite a bit of spillage despite how desperately he tried to hold on… So down on his hands and knees he went to lap up every drop of water that leaked from his anus.
All his holes are mine to use. If I want him to lick anal juice then he will lick anal juice.
Just when he thought this torment was finally over I announced there would be fifty cold strokes of the cane before he would be allowed to release the enema. He was cramping, red faced and pleading… I took my time slicing into his tender bottom flesh again and again. Caning hurts more when one is tense… but he did not dare unclench.
When he was truly frantic with desperation I allowed him to sit on the toilet but I made him wait even longer while I counted down slowly… ever so slowly… from ten… really testing his obedience in the face of intense discomfort and bodily distress…
When finally I let him release I stood over him watching his humiliation with amusement. Being witnessed noisily exploding leaves little room for dignity… A reminder that even his right to privacy belongs to me…
After several minutes of bowel explosions, I had him stand in the shower, bend over and spread his buttocks while I hosed him down thoroughly with cold water… This was just the preparation for the rest of our play session… The real torture was about to begin…
Pain, then pleasure, then pain again… edging… riding the crest of the wave but forbidden to cum… used… degraded… begging… humiliated… When I finally decided to let him ejaculate of course he was forced to eat it all… I waited until it was cold and he was no longer aroused… A reminder that his obedience is about what I want, not about making him horny…
I’ve been humming happily to myself all afternoon.
There is a level of intimacy and trust when playing with our shadow side that you just don’t get when we only see each other’s “nice” persona.
I did what it took to convince his mind he was no longer in control so he could let go and fly… he offered himself up to me in sacrifice for my entertainment… and believe me I was entertained… A beautifully perverse arrangement between consenting adults.
About the Author: Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based, professional Domme and switch who specialises in BDSM with awareness. She is passionate about tuning into the unique erotic wiring of each individual she plays with to create imaginative scenes relevent to their personal journey. She loves to explore pleasure, the Mysteries of Existence and just what fabulous madness is possible when we peak under the covers of civilised behaviour and nudge our boundaries. She accesses all the aspects of human nature normally forbidden to us in everyday life, like humiliation, shame, fear, cruelty and power but does so from a place of compassion, consciousness and intension for the holistic well-being of all involved. She is at heart, a kinky shadow worker exploring the ways in which owning our dark side can make us whole.
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