Once you are completely empty, I thoroughly clean you and then lead you, trembling, into my bedroom. Weak and humiliated from your enema ordeal, you sit on the bed and offer no resistance as I unlock your wrists, lie you down, and re-lock your hands above your head to the headboard. I go back to the bathroom and clean up, allowing you to rest. When I return, I bring the blindfold with me and place it on the nightstand. Still securely gagged, you look up at me in nervous anticipation of what is next.
Opening the dresser drawer, I remove three metal objects and approach your prone body. I put them down on the bed just out of your sight. Returning to the dresser, I retrieve two lengths of rope. I tie one around your left ankle then pull it widely and tie it off to the corner of the footboard. I then repeat the process with your right ankle, spreading your legs as wide as possible. Next, I hold up the three items for you to see. All three are metal bands, resembling hose clamps, with small removable screw keys which tighten the bands when turned. The first is small and thin, only half an inch wide, while the other two are a full inch in width. The third band differed from the second due to a thinner arched band running across it's diameter.
Your eyes widen as I climb on top of you with my back to your face. I take the double band and, opening it's main latch, slide it over your now hairless balls. As the band clicks into place, the middle piece fits right in-between your testicles. As I tighten the screw, the bands shrink, separating your balls into two distinct globes. I continue to turn the screw until your testicles turn red and swell in their restriction. Next I grab your cock and begin stroking it. It hardens immediately. I take the one inch band and clamp it around the base of your penis, turning the screw until the veins on your shaft start to throb under the strain of the trapped blood. I place the final clamp just under the head of your penis and tighten it until your head swells to almost twice it's size. Satisfied that your erection will remain until I release the clamps, I climb off of you, allowing you to see what has been done to your manhood.
I look into your eyes and tell you that it is time for a reward. Since you handled the enema so well, I am going to let you fuck me. Reaching into the drawer again, I take out a condom and slip it over your swollen member. Climbing back up, this time facing you, I lower myself onto your cock, impaling myself on my living dildo. I buck and ride, lifting myself up and down, playing with my breasts as you squirm in your bonds. You toss your head back and forth on the pillow as your body screams for release. Unfortunately, with the clamps in place, ejaculation is not an option as your urethra is squeezed shut by the bands, preventing the release of any fluid.