Locked in Love Ch. 11

By Fantasizeandrealize

That first week of living with Jake was bure bliss. I was dolling myself up every day after work. He fucked me hard every night. What else could a gurl want. Jake was stern but loving with me. Just the way I wanted it.

On the ninth day of living with him, when he came home from work, he announced that he had a gift for me. I was already dolled up. I ran over to him and hugged him tightly, kissing him passionately.

He handed me a bag, and inside was an enema kit and a bottle of “tasteless” lube.

“I really want to ATM you!” Jake announced, excitedly, “We are going to douche you out thoroughly, and use tasteless lube. You are going to do this!”

My stomach churned. I remembered the first time I ate out Elizabeth’s ass. I was so afraid to do it, but that turned out alright and I grew to love it. Maybe this would not be as bad as I imagined.

Jake made me take off my panties and unlocked the plug. He then had me get onto the kitchen island. He positioned me, with my face and chest on the table and my knees bent under my torso so my ass stuck up. He filled the enema bag with some soap and water and hung it from the ceiling fan above the island. Daddy then put the hem of my dress onto my back exposing my ass.

He prepared the nozzle, and slapped my ass, asking if I was ready. I nodded and felt the lubed nozzle enter my ass. It was hard plastic and went right in. It was much thinner than my plug base.

“Here it goes!” Jake announced, and moved the adjustable flow lever. I felt ice cold water enter my bowels. I squirmed and inhaled. It was worse than entering a cold lake. It also enforced the fact that Jake was my Daddy and that I had to submit to him.

I felt a lot of pressure on my insides by the time the full bag had been delivered to my guts. My body had warmed it and it was not cold anymore. Jake removed the nozzle and opened up a package, with a new black silicone anal plug. This plug was larger than my lockable one. He lubed it up and pushed it in. Now the contents of the enema could not escape. Jake started messaging my torso and the cramps started.

“Embrace the pain.” He said, sternly, “Prove your worth to Daddy.”

The enema churned in my bowels, along with the shame of what I was submitting to. The cramps were bad, but they were almost a good pain. Kind of like the fun pain right before you have to take a shit. Daddy kept me in that position squirming and moaning in agony for fifteen minutes. It was hell, but it was a good torture.

Daddy then got a bucket and removed the plug. I let a lot of the contents out into the bucket.

Daddy then prepared another bag. He hung it on the fan once more and inserted the nozzle. He opened the lever to a slow flow and went to dump the contents of the bucket. When the contents of the bag were completely transferred into my guts, he refilled the bag halfway and opened up the flow again. The cramps were heavier this time. I didn’t know if I could take it and I whined like the bitch I was.

“You are so cute in your pain.” Daddy complimented.

This made me feel proud. I continued to whine but at least now I knew that my pain served a purpose. I took that extra half bag and tried to enjoy the sharp cramps of my humiliation.

Once again, Daddy inserted the new plug, and let me suffer for ten minutes, while massaging my torso. At least I was the center of his attention. When I thought, I was going to burst, he put the bucket under my ass again and removed the plug.

I raised my body upright, kneeling on my knees and the contents gushed out in force. This time there were no chunks and the liquid was much cleaner. Now Daddy refilled the bag with water only. He rehung it, inserted the thin nozzle and opened the flow.

Daddy once again went to empty the bucket. Leaving me on the table to start whining again. When the bag was empty, Daddy refilled it completely and continued the flow.

“I will work you up to four whole bags.” He stated.

I panicked, and screamed, “There is no way I can take any more!”

“Oh, don’t worry Sweetheart. Not today, but in the future, we will work you up to four full bags.” He declared.

I calmed down some. The fullness was kind of gratifying, but the cramps were severe. For the next five minutes, I was the whiniest whore in the world. I moaned in my torment, as Daddy smugly enjoyed my debasement. I was so happy that he only kept this enema in for five minutes before removing the plug and letting me expel.

Daddy then instructed me to sit on the toilet for a while to let everything run out. I sat on the toilet for over ten minutes with small aftershocks of cramps as liquid spurted out, occasionally.

When I felt that I had everything out, Daddy instructed me to squat on the tub and spread my legs wide. He removed the shower head and put the enema nozzle on the shower line. He inserted the nozzle, into my ass and turned the water on. Now since my ass was down, the water went in and gushed right out. He rinsed my colon out for half a minute. He then shut off the water and dried my ass with a towel. Luckily my stocking did not get wet or dirty.

Daddy kissed me intensely. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. There he had me lean over the bed and on some pillows, so my ass jutted up over the edge of the bed. My feet were on the floor. I felt cold lube being poured on my ass and knew that pleasure was on the way. Soon I felt that soft, yet firm pressure on my pucker as Daddy lined his cockhead up. He moved it up and down some to tease me and spread the lube.

I held in my breath as Daddy started applying some pressure and rocking back and forth. Then the head went in, along with a sharp intake of breath from myself, as the sharp pain hit. It only lasted a couple of seconds as Daddy slowly started going deeper. The pleasure was so great by the time Daddy bottomed out and his thighs slapped against mine. His balls also slapped into mine, as they were hanging out of the cage. The sheer pleasure of the friction as his big cock rubbed against my hungry asshole was heavenly. I clenched my ass as tight as possible to increase that Godly friction. Every time Daddy bottomed in me, I clenched as hard as I could. I was playing a little mental game of trying to prevent him from pulling out. That feeling of fullness was so gratifying, but I knew that I also had to enjoy the friction of the pullout, and the momentary emptiness, before he slammed back into me. I shuddered and moaned like a whore, as Daddy sawed in and out of my clean hole.

Daddy sensed that the back of my thighs were getting tired after five minutes of fucking. He grabbed my right ankle and flipped me over onto my back. Now with my legs over his shoulders, we could make eye contact. His gaze was that of a powerful man that knew he owned my ass. I reveled in my beta status, as Daddy slammed all the way into me and smirked knowingly. Now my exposed balls were being teased by Daddy’s small gut as he bottomed in me.

I was getting close to a sissygasm, when Daddy distracted me by saying, “Your ass is so delightful that I am getting close to blowing. When I pull out get on your knees and open wide. Do you understand?”

I nodded my confirmation, hopping that I would get to cum first. It was not to be. Daddy withdrew from my ass and took a couple of steps back from the bed. My legs slid off his shoulders and dropped to the floor. With frustration at not getting my sissygasm, I jumped off the bed and kneeled on my knees. Daddy slammed his cock into my mouth. It tasted just a little earthy as I closed my lips around it and licked the bottom. No worse than Elizabeth’s ass had ever tasted. I could feel the sliminess of the lube but it had almost no taste.

Daddy grabbed my head in his strong hands and slammed his sausage all the way down my throat and held it there. I had become so great at deepthroating him and felt the pride well up in my chest as I started fighting for air. Daddy pulled almost all the way out. I took in a deep breath and swallowed the lube and my extra saliva quickly, before Daddy rammed it down my throat again.

Daddy rammed his meat into my gullet four more times before he withdrew leaving just the head on my tongue and bellowed. I felt the spurts shoot out and pool in my mouth. The taste was divine. I lathered love onto the sensitive underside of his cock, with my tongue, until Daddy couldn’t take it anymore and pulled completely out. I opened my mouth, showing him the huge load. I swished it around in my mouth savoring it before swallowing it down greedily. By the time I was done licking my lips I saw another pearl of cum at the end of his cock. I took it back into my mouth and sucked it along with whatever was left in his urethra out. I savored these last drops of cum along with the sense of pride of having given Daddy the gift of ATM!

I was proud of myself. This pride was almost worth not having my sissygasm.

“You did good boy.” Daddy praised, as he tussled my hair and went to rinse off, in the shower. The rest of that evening I was so horny. I kept hugging Daddy and rubbing my caged cock against him every chance I got.

Daddy knew exactly what I was doing and said, “Maybe you will sissygasm next time, so keep that ass clean every day after work, so that you are ready for me.”

When we went to bed that night, I was still so horny, that I hugged Daddy and ground my caged dicklet into his thigh. Usually, I liked to be spooned but this night I was just so deliciously frustrated.

When I finally drifted off, it was with happy thoughts of all the sissygasms and cum I would get from Daddy now that I was living with him.