When I retired last year, I moved to Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) in Vietnam. I had heard it was a great place to retire, and that an American could really stretch his savings there. The humidity was terrible and the bustling city annoying, but for a just few thousand dollars a month, I began living like a king. More important, I discovered that for an additional few hundred, I could pursue my smoking fetish in ways that would have been difficult, if not impossible, back in the states.
Almost immediately, I found two gorgeous young women, both heavy smokers, who were more than willing to torment me for money and fun. Nhung was nineteen and her older sister, Trinh, was 26. Once they understood that I intended to pay well, with zero interest in having conventional intercourse with them, they both agreed to move into my ten-room home on the outskirts of the city.
Trinh was not only the dominant one, but had a genuine cruel streak. She really enjoyed causing men pain—perhaps repaying some past debts. She got a special thrill out of tying me up, administering corporal punishment, and using a strap-on to furiously fuck my ass, while Nhung liked to leisurely smoke and watch her sister torment me. Simply put—they were a dream come true.
Although both were pretty, Trinh had a harsher aspect to her appearance. She had vivid blue hair, and kept it cut just below the ears. Her arms sported several fierce brightly colored tattoos, and her lips, nose, and eyebrows were all pierced with silver jewelry. Nhung's body was much softer, and completely unadorned in any fashion. She wore her hair long, and it was incredibly soft to the touch. Both had compact figures, with small but firm breasts.
Our sessions always began with an enema—actually several enemas, and always administered by the younger sister. Nhung would fasten a choker collar around my neck, and then lead me to a large washroom, which was titled and had a large drain in the middle of the floor. I would strip naked, and then get on all fours, ready for the enema.
This afternoon, Nhung insisted on attaching my legs to a spreader bar, and then secured my wrists to the center of the bar, forcing my ass high in the air, while rendering me totally helpless. In this position, I was unable to move or get away. I felt incredibly vulnerable, which elated me.
She inserted a large enema nozzle into my rectum, and then inflated it to prevent leaks. I heard her go to the utility sink, fill the four-quart red rubber enema back to the brim, and then attach it a chain hung from the ceiling. After a quick initial rinse, most of my excrement erupted out on the floor—an experience I found extremely embarrassing and humiliating, especially when witnessed by Nhung, which was why Trinh had her do it.
It smelled terrible, and her taunts and comments about the horrible odor made the whole process even more degrading. She called me a pathetic old man for smelling so bad. She used a hose to wash my poop down the drain, and then turned it on me. By the time the second enema began, I was shivering from the cold water shower.
As the hot liquid flowed into me, Nhung positioned herself in a bamboo chair, so I could tilt my head sideways and watch her smoke. The soapy sods rapidly filled my colon, causing me to cramp badly. I whined, as she took a drag on her 120 cigarette, and blew a cone of white smoke in my direction. She sat five feet away from me, but the stream of smoke was so tight, it reached my face. I coughed. By the time the enema bag was half empty, I was shaking from the cramping.
The convulsions came in waves. She had an uncanny ability to time her smoking with my cramps. Just as I was about to cramp, she would inhale deeply, hold the smoke while my body buckled, and then release the smoke, as I slumped down, all the while seeming to ignore me. It was an incredibly erotic dance, for both of us.
As I heard the enema bag make that distinctive gurgling sound indicating it was empty, my stomach had become so distended it hurt to breathe deeply, and my cock was stiff. Nhung began to rub her pussy. My extreme discomfort was obviously turning her on.
She insisted that I wait a full ten minutes before letting me relieve myself. As I laid there in agony, I was also in ecstasy from watching her smoke. She allowed smoke to escape her thin beautiful lips, and then inhaled it up her nose. No one did French-inhales better than Nhung.
When she orgasmed, all the smoke blew out of her mouth, followed by several coughs. She winked at me, reclined in her chair and relaxed. She lit another 120, inhaled, held the smoke for a long time, and then exhaled a narrow white column that slowly drifted over my head. I was panting from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
She released the enema nozzle, allowing dark water to gush out of my ass. After several spasms, I was empty. She refilled the bag with salt water, and repeated the whole process again. By the third bag, the water came out clear, and I was exhausted.
She rinsed me off with the hose again, unlocked the spreader bar, and lead me by the choker to our play room, where she tied me face down onto an old medical gurney. We had previously modified the gurney, so that it had a six-inch circular opening, allowing my genitals to freely hang below it, totally unencumbered.
My upper body was secured so that only my head was left mobile enough to watch the girls smoke, while my lower half was completely locked down in way that spread my ass cheeks wide open. The cold water from the hose left me shivering in anticipation.
Trinh usually began with a severe ass spanking. She would make a selection from our large collection of paddles, canes, and whips. Whatever the instrument, my butt was always left red and vulnerable, just the way Trinh liked it.
