Message-ID: <34407asstr$1009959005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Alaina Taylor" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 31 Dec 2001 18:52:25.0624 (UTC) FILETIME=[49BA3180:01C1922C] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2001 18:52:22 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Sara Detached 1/9 {Alaina Taylor} (MF sm enem humiliation) Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 03:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, Lambchop Lines: 101 Sara walked into the hotel room and looked around. It was one of those generic extended stay places with a mini kitchen and sofa bed in addition to a queen size bed. The window overlooked the interstate. She was nervous and a tad afraid. Michael was well thought of by a close friend of hers but he was basically a stranger. But that's what she wanted, a detached stranger to play with...play hard with. Michael sat down on the couch and asked her to strip. She complied quickly, trying to keep from meeting his eyes as her clothes fell to the floor. When she was naked he spoke gently. "Sara, first off I am going to give you an enema. I want to play with your ass but I can't deal with shit and want you clean. Plus, I love to watch a woman writhe in pain with her bowels full of soapsuds and water." He stood up and chuckled as he watched her turn red. "Come on darlin', let's get you cleaned up." She was kneeling on the bathroom floor with her eyes closed listening to him moving around. He spoke as he began to slowly ease the nozzle into her. "I'm not going to use a bardex. This is a standard douche nozzle. I want you to hold it in by yourself. Think you can do that?" Sara nodded and murmured yes. With the nozzle well placed up her ass Michael stood up and opened the valve halfway. He had mixed a good amount of soap in with the almost hot water and he imagined her cramps would begin before the first quart was halfway in. He had a gallon of water in the bag and felt sure he could coax her into taking it. Sure enough, a few seconds later Sara began to moan in pain and whimpered. "It hurts, I feel sick." He eased back the valve so the water was barely trickling into her. Sara rolled with the cramps, feeling as if she was going to puke but talking herself out of it. Soon, the cramps did pass and all she felt was that warm glow in her bowels. For a minute she imagined him rudely shoving something big up her ass and her pussy quivered and almost hurt. When he saw she was feeling pleasure he opened the valve again but this time all the way. The soapy water began rushing into her. Sara felt as if she might come any moment, the water flowing in her ass and filling her up was a wonderful feeling but suddenly more cramps overtook her pleasure and she cried out. "Oh God...Michael...please...oh motherfuck I'm going to make a mess." She scrambled towards the toilet begging. "Michael please, I can't stand it." He stopped the flow and grabbed her by the hair and snatched her head back. "Breath deep, it'll pass. If you need to stop, safe word but DO FUCKING NOT move again unless I tell you to...understand?" By the time he had said that her cramps had passed again and she was so weak she could only nod in agreement. He stepped back to where the enema bag was hanging. "There is a little over a quart left in the bag. I want you to take it all without me having to stop again." He moved the bathroom trash can by her head. "If you need to puke, do it in here." His voice was mean and she began to cry. He smiled at her tears started the flow again. At first it felt good and she moaned, the water had cooled a bit and it was soothing going in her. Then the cramps took hold again and the pain was so bad it took her off in la la land and she babbled incoherently. In just another minute, she heard his voice. "Sara, it's all in, I'm going to take the nozzle out, hold the cheeks of your ass shut so you don't make a mess." She did what he said automatically and just laid forward on her shoulders with her hands behind her clamping her ass cheeks shut. "You need to sit up Sara, on your knees so I can see you." It was hard but she was able to rise up without cramping. He admired her body, the heavy but nice breasts and the curve of her hips. "Tell me Sara, would you like to have an orgasm?" She made a little noise. "I can't...I have to go, I can't hold it if I come." Michael laughed and tossed something at her. "Shove that up your ass. I want to see you come. Do it." She picked up the buttplug and looked at it crying. He spoke harshly. "Fucking spit on it and shove that thing up your ass in the next 30 seconds or we're done here." She was in pain and completely humiliated but she complied quickly, crying out loudly as she roughly pushed the wide part of the buttplug past her sphincter. "OK dear, let's get these on." He took a pair of clover clamps and attached one to each nipple, just on the tip of them so the pinch was intense. The clamps were attached to a leash that he held in his hand as he leaned up against the sink. Quickly and lightly, he snatched on it, watching her grimace as the clamps grew tighter. "Now, play with yourself, make yourself come for me." Sara put her hand between her legs and touched her clit. Simultaneously Michael snatched on the leash again, adding to her pain. As Sara neared orgasm, he dropped the leash and took each clip in a hand and began to twist. She screamed out in pain and tried to double over as cramps and the orgasm flooded through her. As she was gasping for air he pulled hard on each clip pulling them off roughly. She sank back to the floor weakly murmuring. "Please Michael please, I have to go." He stood back, unbuttoned his pants and his hard cock sprung out. "Yes, you can get up and go to the bathroom but first I want you to look up, look at my cock and see what your pain and humiliation does to it." The last thing Sara wanted to do was look at him. It was bad enough for him to be seeing her debased like this but to have to look at him too. Oh God. She did it; she raised her eyes and looked at his cock long and hard, then she looked into his eyes. He smiled, she smiled back and then as he stepped out of the bathroom she bolted for the toilet. To be continued... 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