From QteCntrary@aol.com Tue May 27 12:49:22 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!newsrelay.iastate.edu!news.msy.bellsouth.net!QteCntrary From: QteCntrary@aol.com (Quite Contrary) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: So, You Want More? (M/f, D/s, whipping, flogging, enema) Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 11:49:22 -0500 Lines: 127 Message-ID: Reply-To: qtecntrary@aol.com NNTP-Posting-Host: d00186.msy.bellsouth.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Copyright1997 QteCntrary@aol.com ****SO...YOU WANT MORE?**** PART 1 He hasn't yet told me what to expect. All he said just now when he called was that he was tired of me asking for more and that we'd just have to see how much I really wanted... or could take. His instructions were to prepare a warm two quart enema, hang the bag on the back of the door and remain on my knees in the bathroom with the door open, ass high facing the door and shoulders to the ground until he arrived. With butterflies in my stomach, I hung up the phone, went and grabbed the enema bag and ran to take a quick shower, figuring I could fill the bag and clean myself quickly at the same time. As I turned the shower off - I could hear the key turning at the front door. Realizing I had only moments, I quickly stepped out of the shower, hung the bag on the door and assumed the instructed position. Water dripping all over the throw rug, and heart pounding as I heard his footsteps approach....I shuddered and took a deep breath as I realized my error -- He did not tell me to take a shower! I know that he is there in the bathroom doorway now, yet he is silent. When, oh when, will I learn not to make assumptions and do only and exactly what he has requested? As I try to calm myself and slow my breathing, I sense him moving some behind me. It sounds as if he is rummaging for something in a bag... then silence again. Before I can think about it any and become more apprehensive, he strikes me once and very hard so that I jump in surprise and hit my head against the bottom of the toilet. As I realize that he used that big paddle which both fascinates and scares me, he speaks for the first time, "You know what that was for, do you not, my sweet little pussy girl?" I nod my head once and replied that it was because I had taken a shower and he had not told me to do so. Just as he says, "Very good", he hits me again and says, "And that?". I try to think quickly, then reply that that one was because I jumped at the first strike. You see... I have been instructed to make no sound nor move whilst being whipped, spanked, etc. He then pats me gently on my ass as he enters the bathroom and moves the enema bag to hang it on the shower curtain rod. He then puts the toilet seat down and sits there, with his bag at his feet, instructing me to turn completely around so that my ass is facing him and warns me to keep it very high in the air with my shoulders touching the floor. As i feel the nozzle being inserted, he softly asks, "Whose ass is this?" And as I reply, "Yours, whenever you want it, sir", I feel the rush of still warm water begin to fill me. Apparently he has other things in mind and wants me to be filled quickly, as I can sense that the flow of water is not being tapered this time. He then tells me to move forward approximately six inches and as I move, I feel the first stinging bite of the riding crop, right above my buttocks, where it's so sensitive. This time, I do not cringe, nor jump, but I'm beginning to feel the first cramps from the enema. He senses this and tells me to relax ...and strikes me again, whil saying, "Marie, you will not clench when I strike you, nor will you expel any of that water until I tell you to do so." I nod my head in acceptance, while wondering to myself how I am going to get through this. Right as I think this, he says, "Don't worry, pretty little slut girl...only 20 strokes for now, or until the bag is empty." "Ah", I think to myself, "20 strokes is not so bad." As I try to relax more because my stomach is cramping again, it becomes apparent that I have made another assumption. The next strike of the crop is much more powerful than the first one was, and the next after that even more so. I begin to try and distance myself from the pain, while also trying not to clench from the blows and the cramping. Just when I think my stomach is going to explode because it feels so full, he reaches the 20th stroke and I feel one of the large butt plugs enter me, sealing me so that I cannot expel any of that which now fills me. He then tells me to turn over, closing the bathroom door behind me and pushing me back to lean against it. He sits back down on the toilet and tells me to look up at him and asks, "Do you still want more, little slut girl?" I look back into those dark, piercing eyes and nod my head once again. Thankfully, he seems to understand how overwhelmed I am and my inability to speak just then. "Very well," he says, "10 more strokes to this side, then I will leave you to hold what you have inside. I will leave my watch here and after 5 minutes pass from the time I walk out the door, you will then expel, take a quick shower to clean yourself, then come to me in the living room and ask for more....Is that understood?" I am calculating the timing in my head, realizing that it's already been 5 minutes since the bag emptied, will probably take another few minutes for the next 10 strokes, then add another 5 for simply waiting. As I wonder if I can hold it inside this long, I look back meekly, with my eyes lowered and simply reply, "Yes, sir". "Good girl", he says. He then tells me to scoot down so that only my shoulders are touching the door and to spread my legs...WIDE. As he speaks, I see him reach for the heavy leather flogger. Before my eyes can widen in surprise, he has grasped the handle and dealt a stinging blow across my left breast, then another of the same to the right. He stops for a moment, bends over and barely touches my pussy with one finger. "You're cunt is absolutely dripping wet, did you know that, my sweet pussy girl?" Without waiting for a reply, he then strikes me there, right between my spread legs....it was so totally unexpected that I can't help but jump from the sudden stinging pain. "Oh no, little slut...you know that is not allowed. I will punish you more later for that, and any more movement or sound will result later in 20 more blows for each time you move or make a sound." He then proceeds with the remainder of the 10 strokes to my front side, alternating between my breasts and stomach, with the 10th blow once more to my so tender pussy and I cannot help the moan of pain that escapes my lips on this last blow. As he gets up to leave to make things ready in the living room for after I am cleansed, he turns to me and says, "You have done moderately well thus far, my little cunt. During this five minutes while you're alone, think hard about whether you want to continue and keep in mind while you are contemplating, that you already have an additional 60 blows coming, with any implement I choose for the 3 times you have already disobeyed me...and these are on top of what I already had planned for you. This you will think of and when you come out into the living room, you will let me know whether you still want "more", then closes the door behind him. As I take a deep breath, the door opened a bit and he whispered, "Oh, and Marie? Remember that I love you and that your pain is my pleasure," then softly closed the door again. ******** This is a first attempt at erotica. Comments, critiques and encouragement are welcome. If at least a few folks liked Part 1, I'll try and continue in this new endeavor. QteCntrary@aol.com