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Water Sports
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Subject: watersports
Trav here,
Seeing as there has been some interest expressed in my previous
post on watersports, I have ( after much mental anguish and soul,
searching) decided to share one of my water sports experiences. I
make no pretense of being a creative writer so please excuse any
lack of style.
Disclaimer for the adventure impaired: This post contains a
description of a sexually oriented enema scene. If this is not
your bag (sorry:)) hit n now.
I'll never forget the time I received my first ice-water enema. It
was a punitive scene and I (of course) was the one being punished.
I believe that we started out with me on the bed, on my knees with
my chest pressed into the mattress. This, of course left my tail
high up in the air. This is an absolutely delicious position to
receive an enema in. Mrs. Trav was administering a warm soapy enema
(very useful for cleaning out in preparation for larger volumes
that might be administered later). All the while, she kept
reminding me that I had to take the entire enema...or suffer the
consequences.
Soapy water has the property of producing the most interesting
cramps and I was starting to squirm a bit. As I watched the bag
empty, I thought that I might be able to hold on until it was done
but the cramps were getting pretty strong and I was feeling very
full. Suddenly, she left the room. Shortly she returned with
another pitcher of soapy water. Refiling the bag, she reiterated
that "I had to take the entire enema...or suffer the consequences."
[We call this little trick the "endless enema" and have used it in
many scenes as an excuse for further tortures ..er delights.]
Well, it didn't take long before I was in serious trouble. We don't
really have a safeword for this but it is pretty obvious to her
that I _REALLY_ had to ...go. At that point she stopped the flow
and asked if I was sure that I didn't want to continue. "You really
won't like the consequences if you don't take it all." she said I
think I was halfway to the bathroom before she finished speaking.
When I returned from the bathroom all cleaned up and ready for more
action, she was waiting for me. The restraining straps were
attached to the corners of the bed and she was holding a 2" leather
belt. "I told you that you wouldn't like the consequences." she
said, grabbing my wrist and buckling on a cuff. Shortly I was
securely attached spread eagle, face down on the bed and my ass was
being warmed by the belt. This went on for quite a while.
As an aside, the problem with being spanked(?) with the belt is
knowing when to stop. Initially, the belt stings and I squirm a
lot. But after a while, I get into the pain and just kind of float
with it. My head seems to go to some special place, and I feel like
it could go on forever (I have read other posts about similar
feelings here on asb). It's an incredible feeling.
At some point however, she either stopped the whipping or maybe she
was able to move the bonds between strokes, but I found myself
tied, ankles to wrists. To make things more interesting, she
removed her panties, stuffed them in my mouth and secured them by
tying a pair of pantyhose around my head.
So, there I was, hogtied and gagged, face down on the bed. I was
pretty sure that I was going to get another enema at this point but
the thought of ice had never entered my mind. I watched as she
partially filled the enema bag from the pitcher. Then she left the
room.
I couldn't figure out what was going on. She came back shortly with
a tray of ice cubes and proceeded to put them in the bag. I really
didn't want any part of this but I was truly helpless! I tried to
tell her no but the gag had me effectively silenced. I had never
experimented with ice and didn't know how I would react.
If we were using a safeword (or safe signal) at that time I
probably would have called it. One of the advantages of a long term
relationship is we know each other well enough to be able to play
without safewords. She wanted to push my limits and she sure did
that evening.
She smiled as she inserted the nozzle and said coldly (sorry again
:)), "You were complaining about how hot your ass feels, well, I
think we can cool you off." The effect was amazing. The temperature
sensation was ...hell, I still can't describe it... and the cramps
were astounding. I think my intestines were trying to curl up in a
little ball to keep warm (we all cultivate our favorite ways of
getting into our pain here, well this is one of mine :-).
She proceeded to make me take the whole bagful very slowly with
frequent stops. The enema must have lasted for half an hour. I was
sweating and freezing at the same time. An amazing roller coaster
ride.
Fortunately, she didn't refill the bag this time but it wasn't
until after I had taken every drop, that she eventually released me
and I hobbled off to the bathroom.
When I was finally able to navigate, I cleaned myself up and came
back to the bedroom. The ice water had lowered my body temperature
and I was shivering. She was waiting for me under the covers with
a big grin. "Come here." She said and stretched out her arms
towards me. I crawled into her arms and we cuddled until I was got
warm. We made passionate love and fell asleep in each others arms.
Love to you all,
Trav
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