Enema Fiction

Enema Fiction

“
Gonna have to give myself a mental enema when we get back to the TARDIS.
”
―

Mike Tucker,

Doctor Who: The Nightmare of Black Island

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During the whole of the fucking Middle Ages, the place where they had it off most of all was the cemeteries!...people don't face up these odd little sides of things, leave a lot of naughty little facts in the dark out of human decency! A mistake! wrong!...human decency never holds up!...with me it's my enemas! the toilet! after two weeks without an enema I have nothing against dying...and they give it to me so hot that I scream...
--And in Claunau? [i.e. Dachau]
--You're right, you're right! I w
During the whole of the fucking Middle Ages, the place where they had it off most of all was the cemeteries!...people don't face up these odd little sides of things, leave a lot of naughty little facts in the dark out of human decency! A mistake! wrong!...human decency never holds up!...with me it's my enemas! the toilet! after two weeks without an enema I have nothing against dying...and they give it to me so hot that I scream...
--And in Claunau? [i.e. Dachau]
--You're right, you're right! I whimper, but I'm spoiled! but were you there, in Claunau?...My ass you were! doesn't stop you from screeching your fucking lungs out as if you were the first one in and the last one out!
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Louis-Ferdinand Céline,

Fable for Another Time

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On January 2003, Hiliary Mariadubh
nicSeamus posted a story on Crystal's StorySite. The Challenge really
is not a story; it's a script outlining a game to be played and punishments
that would be meted out when the heroine failed to accomplish the goals set
for her. As Hiliary wrote the rules, the girl was placed in a 'no-win'
situation and the game was just an excuse to punish her. I found The
Challenge to be inspirational: that is, I was inspired by it to write the
following.
Many visitors at StorySite
will not like this tale of deep sadomasochism; 'Sweet and sentimental' it is
not! Still, something very important exists in the relationship that Karen
enjoys with her Mistress - theirs is a consensual relationship. Karen has
agreed to the terms and conditions, nothing is done to her that she has not
accepted before their play has begun.
This
story is a heavy one; please understand that before you begin to read it then
enjoy! :)
Karen Anne Summerfield

© February 2003
writing as
Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire
___________________________________________________________________
"How does that sound to you, Karen?"
"Like just an excuse to punish me," the tall redhead set aside
the printout of a story by Hiliary Mariadubh nicSeamus downloaded from her
page on Crystal's StorySite. "It's just like she says in The Challenge ,
Judy; the script is a no-win situation. There is simply no way anyone fitted
out as she describes can possibly succeed."
"No, I don't suppose there is." The petite blonde grinned at her
submissive girlfriend, "Still, would you like to try it?"
"Well, we have been looking for something different to try."
Karen grinned, "With changes, I'm game."
"There, all laced in; nice and tight." Judy tied off and
delivered a hard slap to Karen's defenseless cheek.
"What did you do, close the gap? My chest really hurts." The
black straight-front, twenty-one-inch corset had been closed.
"Of course. Let me lock the belt and I'll let you down so you can do
the rest yourself." The two-inch wide band of eighth inch thick stainless
steel had been bought with the corset, but never worn. There was only one
position to lock it in back and that demanded that the stem-waisted garment
had to be fully laced before the integral lock could mate. Once Judy twisted
the tubular key and removed it, Karen would be unable to loosen her corset and
certainly couldn't remove it, no more than she could remove the chastity belt
that prevented any sort of sexual gratification.
Karen was excited, just as she always was when her mistress placed her in
bondage, but the steel tube encasing her penis and the pins through it and her
sensitive flesh denied even an erection. She was frustrated and uncomfortable
as it tried to harden. Unless she willed it away, she'd just have to endure.
Her steel chastity belt could be unlocked and removed and the curved tube even
detached from the front shield, but the three fat pins insured she'd have no
satisfaction. Once they had been pushed through, their ends has been welded.
It had been three years since the nearly quarter-inch rods, one at the
base, one in the middle and one through the head had entered the healed
piercings to keep her sex at its flaccid two inch length then welded to the
outside of the bent cylinder.
Judy caused the winch to lower the lacing bar so Karen could stand and the
clamps about her wrists be opened. She rubbed them to ease the soreness she'd
experienced each morning or whenever Judy decided a different corset was in
order then adjusted her large breasts in the top of the corset.
Crossing to her dresser, she took out a new pair of black, seamed stockings
then went to the shoe rack, lifted her boots and sat at the vanity to put
these on her shapely legs.
"Be sure you fasten your garter straps properly," Judy cautioned,
"demerits accumulate geometrically for every one that comes undone."
"I know; I helped write the list, remember?" Both girls were
smiling; in a good mood and happy to be starting this newest adventure. All
ten clips fastened to the tops of her stockings, Karen carefully straightened
the prominent seams than sat to put on her black boots and lace them up. A
three-inch wide leather strap at the top of each covered the laces and knots
then two padlocks were placed on the outside and closed to double lock each of
them. Without the keys, her platform boots could not be removed. Another,
thicker strap, wrapped each ankle. It fastened with Velcro and protected her
flesh once the steel ankle cuffs were placed later.
"Unh!" Karen grabbed the vanity for support when she skidded on
the hardwood floor. The ribbed rubber soles had been removed from the
three-inch platforms and ends of the clear acrylic, wedgie style heels. With
her feet arched as if she was wearing seven-inch heels, walking was difficult
enough, but Judy had decided removing the non-skid surfaces would add to that,
as well as, the delightful noises when they clicked on hard surfaces.
"I guess I'm ready for the plug, Judy." The redhead leaned over
and spread her legs.
"I've got to put this in you first." She tore open the foil
packet and placed the two-inch, slippery egg in the end of the flexible
insertion tool. Of course, Karen didn't want the 'motivation capsule' high up
in her colon, but these had become common in their games and Judy insisted
since she'd found them on the Internet. It was a time-delayed suppository.
Judy had a selection available and the one for that day had a twelve to
sixteen hour coating. It would motivate Karen to complete whatever task was
being assigned on time. If she did, maybe she could expel it before the
coating had fully dissolved. She'd little expectation of that happening.
With the plastic inserted to it's handle, the blonde dominant depressed the
plunger and withdrew to leave the time bomb sixteen inches inside her slave.
Liberally greasing the fat pear and re-lubricating Karen's hole, Judy pushed
the butt plug through the hole in the back strap to separate the tight
sphincters. It had to bury six inches before they clinched about the inch and
a half neck. A padlock made sure Karen couldn't expel it.
"Get on the changing table," Judy moved over there then helped
until Karen was in position on top of the pile of diapers.
"Lift your left leg." Two rubber straps were wrapped around; one
below the garters and the other above Karen's knee. Once these were locked,
another lock on each held the one-liter transparent drainage bag. Judy pinched
off the catheter tube she'd inserted earlier and removed the plug so she could
connect it to the rubber bag.
Twelve thick flannel diapers had been pinned in place, adding ten inches to
Karen's hips then these were covered first by plain, double layered panties of
clear plastic. Another pair of rubber, ruffled panties finished that chore.
"Fix your hair and makeup now. Don't use waterproof eye makeup, but I
do think the long lasting lipstick would be best," Judy ordered.
"Take extra care applying those lashes."
"I will." The bulk between her legs made walking back to sit
before the vanity that much more difficult. Karen knew that her plug would
expand another inch to more than three and penetrate an inch deeper when she
sat to push in the protruding stub; there was no avoiding it. It was one of
her least concerns, but still couldn't be avoided.
Very boldly made-up like a showgirl, Karen resumed dressing, first stepping
into her crisp white petticoat. She pulled it up covering most of her bag and
tied the strings above the swell of her diapered bottom behind. Before putting
on the white dress, three pairs of progressively longer length gloves had been
ordered. All were white satin and very slippery. The first pair reached
mid-forearm, the next above her elbows. She closed the three buttons on each
wrist then worked the outer ones all the way to her shoulders. As tight as the
gloves were, fastening the five wrist buttons of these required Judy to employ
a buttonhook. She would need to fasten the buttons up the back of the dress
too, but the tool wouldn't be required.
Karen's dress looked like one that a young girl might wear to her First
Communion, but the sheer bodice exposing Karen's breasts and baring her ringed
nipples would have surly cause any honorable priest to object and send her
straight to the confessional. The large balloon sleeves were sheer too.
"Put on your wrist cuffs while I get your harness." Both were
black leather; stitched on their edges with white thread.
"Place your arms through, Karen." The loops settled on her
shoulders and Judy moved in front to buckle the crossed straps between her
breasts then she went in back to tighten and lock the buckles there, causing
the redheads' shoulders back in an uncomfortable posture and thrust her chest
forward.
"Since this is your first time, I've filled this with only one liter,
it will be more next time, if you fail today." Karen giggled, because
they both knew her assignment was nearly impossible. The red rubber bag
mounted to the harness in the middle of the back. Then, the valve was closed
and the mechanical timer was off when Judy connected the butt plug's hose,
which emerged between the closely spaced buttons.
"What did you fill it with, if I may know?"
"Un unh, Karen. That's for me to know and you to learn later."
"Tilt your head back some." The strap from the leather and steel
collar of the harness over the high neck of the dress was tightened in back
and padlocked. Judy tightened the wrist cuffs a notch and locked them too.
After applying small padlocks to her nipple rings, which hung freely
outside the cutout circles to bare her nipples and aureoles, Judy playfully
pulled on her breast chain.
"I guess that's it, for now. Wear your long coat to hide what you
can." Karen was handed her large white purse, the gym bag containing the
rest of her gear and a very light, nearly weightless shopping bag. "It's
a pretty hat I picked up for you, in case you're curious."
The drive to their friends' farm would take an hour. Bill and Samantha were
both in the scene, but would be at work when Karen started her adventure.
"Let's stop here for breakfast, Karen. You'll be gagged until you
complete your challenge or I find you tomorrow; which is more likely and
you'll probably be hungry," Judy said as she parked.
"I want you to put on your hat then come in to join me." She
reached in the back seat and handed the bag to her friend before exiting her
car.
Karen is more that passable in public; no one, unless they saw it, would
believe what her steel panties hid from view. Still, she was very
self-conscious about appearing among strangers wearing outfits like she'd on
that morning. Her black leather coat would hide most of it, but it only had a
single button at the waist and wasn't big enough to keep her petticoat filled
dress or large breasts from pushing it open. Her collar was in view and much
of her bosom was exposed below it; the lapels barely hid her ringed nipples
and that the chain, looping between them, was padlocked to stay.
Resigned that she'd no choice, Karen removed the white cartwheel hat from
the bag and put it on her carefully coiffured red hair. Judy had provided a
card of long hatpins to hold it in place and, knowing it would be expected,
she drew down the delicate, diamond mesh, black veil; arranging it before her
heavily made-up face.
Her boots slipped as she steadied herself getting out of the car. Aware of
their minimal traction, she used only small steps to walk from the lot. As
expected, most everyone inside stopped their conversation as the girl made her
way to the table then had to stand until her mistress gave permission to sit.
Just like O, Karen had to raise her coat, dress and petticoat, not smooth them
under, to rest her well-padded bottom on the seat. Her locked leather cuffs
contrasted against her white gloves and the cuffs of her dress when she
accepted the menu from Judy.
"Coffee, Ms?" the waitress had appeared with the pot.
"She'll have hot tea," Karen's eyes flew up when Judy answered
for her.
"Don't worry that it will make you pee, Karen, I'll let you change
your diapers before you start your bondage game today." Judy, much to
Karen's dislike for it, loved to embarrass and humiliate her in public. The
drainage bag made the diapers she wore unnecessary for that, but she would
need them later when the bag on her back and powerful bomb inside went to
work. The waitress, not understanding at all, left to bring the tea.
"You may have whatever you'd like for breakfast," the mistress
offered.
Once they'd ordered, Judy unfolded a printed paper on Karen's placemat.
Boldly, at the top, it said, 'Slave Girl Karen's Challenge - Demerits and
Punishments'. "Read that and don't try to hide it," she ordered.
Slave Girl Karen will be blinded and placed in inescapable bondage. She
will then be led to a remote area of the farm and tethered with one hundred
twenty feet of aircraft cable between her slave girl collar and a large,
immovable object. Her challenge is to locate the key to the lock at the
opposite end of the tether, free herself then return to the stable before
sunset.
Slave Girl Karen is further challenged to have maintained her required
immaculate appearance when she presents herself at the conclusion of her
challenge. Failure to meet these two challenges will earn her demerits. The
number of demerits accumulated will determine the severity of her punishments.
Demerits will be awarded as listed -
20. Crooked seam on one stocking 20
21. Crooked seam on both stockings 60
22. Garters unclipped from stockings
The number will geometrically increase from 1 if only one is
unclipped to 512 for all ten.
The number will geometrically increase from 15 if only one is
lost to 120 for all four.
To this point, Karen had read nothing that was out of the ordinary; all the
listed items and demerits they earned for her, but for a few, were clearly
listed in the rules she was required to obey in order to maintain the
immaculate appearance her mistress demanded of her and she had helped to
write. A crooked seam, if Judy spotted it before the slave had made any
attempt to straighten it, would have earned the same twenty demerits and three
times that many for both, sloppy makeup earned her fifty. New on the list,
were the tears and things like losing her hat; which, under normal
circumstances, weren't expected to occur.
The rules dictating her required appearance had been beaten into her and
the whips were seldom needed by then as reminders. What followed, were
specific to the planned, upcoming scene.
29. Failure to find the key and open the lock 250
30. Returning, but failure to return with the lock 50
31. Returning, but failure to return with the key 250
32. Failure to return to the stable by sunset 500
33. Failure to return to the stable by sunrise 1000
Each demerit will be rewarded with one stroke, administered 100 per session
minimum or the lesser of 10% of the initial score with a maximum of 150 per 24
hours until all have been worked off. After the first 24 hours, Slave Girl
Karen will be caged and removed only for the administration of her strokes
until strokes are worked off plus 24 hours cage time if her earned demerits
are less than 250. For a score of less than 500, 48 additional cage hours will
be served and added in increments of 24 hours for every 250 demerits
accumulated.
The initial punishment will be conducted on site, commencing with inverted
suspension for the application of her strokes then tiptoe, bondage for the
remaining 24 hours. Returned to the stable, Slave Girl Karen will be again be
placed in inverted suspension, which will be her position for all remaining
earned strokes, then her bondage changed, contacts, diapers and gag removed.
Her costume will remain with her hands at her waist, full discipline helmet,
feeder gag, spreaders, enema/evacuation plug then caged.
Strokes will be administered with 1% of the initial total applied to the
inside of each thigh and bare bottom with a cane daily and the remainder of
the daily number administered with a crop on the backs of the thighs and her
bare bottom while in inverted suspension until all have been worked off. All
numbers will be rounded up to the next highest integer.
Karen finished reading about the time their food was delivered. She stared
in near disbelief at all that had been printed out then realized she'd still
have more of a chance than if following
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