The voice that had laid out the earlier plans was now speaking, and in the same mellifluous timbre explained to me my predicament. I was to get a series of four enemas, each one increasing in volume by 1 litre, starting with a 2 litre warm soapy water one and ending with a 6 litre cleansing one of water and mint oil, just for a bit of cramping. As well as the water and oil there was also going to be some analgesic for numbing and a bit of E and acid just so that I can enjoy what was going to happen.
As soon as the voice finished speaking I could hear a humming and I could feel my legs being lifted so that I was hanging with my heels over my head and my arms spread out to the side holding me up. It was a rather uncomfortable position and one that I am sure left everything open to any set of eyes. While hanging in this position I could feel a warm pair of hands guiding a slim intruder sliding into my anus, Now, believe me I am no stranger to enemas, but this nozzle, or what ever it was felt as if it was at least a metre long and snaking its way into my colon.
The feeling of being invaded subsided and the warm glow of the enema filling me took over; since this nozzle was quite a distance inside of me it took no time for my insides to fill up and just like that the tube was removed and my feet were lowered until I could feel a cool basin resting against my lower back. I could sense someone close by and just then a pair of hands caressed my belly, cock, balls and ass. I heard a soft cooing in my ear telling me to hold this in for a few moments; not wanting to disappoint my lady I did as I was told. It was at this moment that she put a small bottle of amyl nitrate under my nose and told me to inhale deeply; her hands kept up the caressing of my cock and balls and soon I had an impressive erection, one that the phantom hands stroked for a few moments until the urge to evacuate overcame me and I broke the silence by motioning if I could purge my bowels. The voice told me that I could but needed to inhale more of the nitrate; l acquiesced, inhaled deeply, let go and responded by filling the basin. The vision of stars exploding in front of my eyes was incredible. After I was finished the whirring sound returned and I was once again being lifted up.
Each time I was filled, the hands returned to caress me and by the final enema, had put me into a state where I was leaking precum like a faucet. The last rinse was the one with the addition of all the fun stuff and soon the mint was doing its work. The cramps were painful and the hands just kept caressing, the 6 litres of water were gurgling in me and just to make it interesting or so the voice said there was a butt plug going to be inserted. The hands just pushed the pop bottle sized plug in with no subtly, not that any was needed as I was truly relaxed and slippery. The same cooing voice told me to hold this last one for 10 minutes so that the drugs could take effect.
It took a few moments for the effects of the mint to pass and the rest of the cocktail to take over the running of my body. The analgesic numbed the cramping to a delicate pain and the E, poppers and acid were making the most wonderful colours and sensations dance over my body. Those hands returned to grab hold of my penis but this time instead of a nice gentle grasp it felt as if the palms of the hands were covered in tiny needles or hooks. I was informed by the voice that the gloves that caressed me were covered in nettles and the more that I struggled the more that I would burn! Imagine the conundrum there, one drug made the burn feel like a warm loving most erotic clutch and the other heighten the pain. I was in heaven just hanging there. I started to wiggle my ass just a bit and the voice made a most desirous sound as if they were pleased that I took it upon myself to get a bit of pain coursing through me. I was rewarded with a resounding slap on the ass and a burning sting from the nettles on the glove.
During all the attention that my cock was getting the butt plug was still firmly seated inside of me; it was until I started to wiggle that the seal started to weaken. At that moment I really needed to get rid of the enema still inside me, I motioned as if to ask if the 10 minutes were up yet and the voice just said "NO" . I struggled to keep the contents inside me where they were supposed to be and clenched the plug tight with my loosened ass muscles. The struggle to let go and to hold on battled in my midsection for another two minutes-it felt like forever! I was told that I could release the contents of my bowels as soon as I was let down which was another minute in coming, what with the whirring of the motor and the removal of that pop bottle plug. As soon as the cool porcelain touched my backside, I didn't rush to release as I thought that I needed too but held the enema in for another moment or so, just for my own pleasure. The subsequent evacuation was one of the most erotic and fulfilling experiences in my life, the combination of E, acid and pain killers had made for something that bordered on a religious experience.
