The secret life

As one has commented before it is interesting where one small slave's arse turns up. It usually seems to be hanging out with a young and fast crowd. Today though one found out it has been having this whole secret life. Apparently it has been living in Mexico married to some fetishist on Fet for the last five months, for he claims that it is the arse of his wife.

You know one really does get the idea that words mean whatever you want them to mean. It is a natural conclusion of a post postmodernist society in some ways. If you keep deconstructing things eventually it will lose its meaning, however one had not realised that fetishist and fantasist were the same thing. And yet that does seem to be the case...

Why else would you not only use some random stranger's pics (which honestly one has no issues with, it's the net and it's almost impossible to stop even if you wanted to. Besides it is always interesting to see where pics end up), and not only claim them as your own, but wax lyrical about how good the plug was and how you have both worn yours for weeks at a time and how he had it specially made to be wider... Bet MEO didn't know they did that kind of custom work :)

FFS dude get a grip...

You could have just bought the larger one :)

For that matter you could have just bought one, done the pluming work that you laid claim to, got the wife to wear it and take pics that look similar to this... 

And found out for yourself that your fantasy of wearing it for weeks at a time was... a lot more uncomfortable than you ever dreamed. Most fantasies are... actually so are a lot of fetishes...

Oh... suddenly there is a glimmering of how the words got mixed up

It wasn't his corset wearing cutting off his air supply after all

Umm... those corset wearing pics on his profile were him right? 'Cos it would be a shame if the arse had made a bad choice...

Though it might explain why every other pic on his profile is marked Steelworks, MEO and BMEZINE.com Shannon Larratt; Dated from 1999-2007 Do not republish... all of them followed by a © 

It might also explain why he keeps changing colour too...

The lion's den

We were getting ready to go out... it was supposed to be two simple errands and ended up as two cast iron skillets and an assortment of donuts later... well the skillets were an awesome price and we found that our favourite donut shop was still alive and well, in the arse end of the universe that we had ended up in... but one digresses. He bagged the first shower... he takes longer to get ready. Now He swears it's because he is trying to stay out of one's way... but mostly it's because he puts on shoes and socks slower than any person in history. Honestly one can do full girl in the time it takes Him to put on those two items...

Anyway there He is in possession of the shower and there one is stuck on the other side of the glass. It just didn't seem right. So stripping off the t-shirt one stepped in to join him... to wash his back. That is not a euphemism... though as it turned out He seemed to have a hazy idea of where a back was. See when one finished and handed Him the soap so he could return the favour, things went a little wrong...

He cornered one small slave and slid his very soapy finger into one's arse. This of course made the pelvic region tilt straight into His other waiting hand. So there was one was, impaled and stroked into a nasty, quick little orgasm. The kind that leaves the knees feeling a little wobbly and the head like it isn't sure of what just happened.

Taking advantage of that state one was turned around and pressed into the tiles as He slipped his soapy fingers back in one's arse, right before sliding his equally soapy cock straight up there. Holding one firmly in place, He fucked the arse with long, deep strokes until he came, driving upwards with enough force to drive air out of one's lungs. Smiling, He sluiced off and stepped out of the shower...

Leaving one alone... soaked from head to toe, with hair plastered against the scalp, needing to shampoo and shave. All of this and an arse full of soap and cum... which for the record makes for the worst kind of enema. Towards the end there the stinging burn was making one dance just a little... well it was more of a jig to be honest. It certainly didn't make for a relaxed shower at all.

Honestly Scorpios do not share anything well... or good L

Cleanliness

Today was supposed to involve going to the movies, but after taking one look the grumpy, washed out creature that emerged from the black gaming cave, formerly known as the bedroom, He relented and suggested a day at home. We are supposed to go out tonight... we will see if we both make it. That virus kicks hard... not as hard as the first time round, but hard enough. In fact the achievement for the day was a shower.

Standing there in the cascading water, unmolested by Him... boy is he ever letting one off the hook... performing the other shaving rituals one thought how nice was to be clean. Actually one thought how nice it would be to feel that way everywhere. So taking some lube one carefully lubed up both the tight little arsehole and the enema plug. Inserting it in gently, one then turned the splitter valve on and allowed warm water to circulate everywhere... inside and out.

Tottering back to the bedroom with a warm Njoy inserted one lay on the bed feeling clean and floaty...

He casually reached out a hand to tweak a nipple as he paused his gaming.

Are you going to put your money where your hand is?

Are you actually up for that, He parried.

There was a little bit of rummaging around under the covers for a minute...

Well it is very wet.

What caused that He enquired, looking ever so more interested that a couple of minutes before.

Um... well it might have been the butt plug in one's arse or it might have been the enema before that.

He peered down from his lofty height and said you are such an arse slut.

Maybe, but one was an arse slut who got to have a hell of an orgasm, masturbating while He tortured one's nipples, before rolling over and going straight to sleep.

Apparently this means He is "owed one"... given his rates of interest one feels he might make on the deal L

Australia Day

Today was that most beloved of days... a public holiday. And true to the tradition most people had plans, including one small slave. The rain had stopped long enough to allow some laundry, there was plans to blitz the place, cook dishes for the freezer while it was cool, find homes for things that have made special places on their own... it was a long list. It all depended on two things... the continuing cool weather and Him being asleep in readiness to go to work tonight.

Yeah you can almost see where this is going can't you...

First He arrives home as says I have a treat for you. Now the first thing one did was listen for promising rustling sounds... there weren't any. Next one looked for odd little bulges... odd as in different people... minds up. Seeing nothing of real interest one started to lose any interest at all. Realising He was losing his audience he announced, I'm pulling a sickie so I can spend the day with you.

The next thing to go not according to plan was the weather. Oh it stopped raining... and settled for humidity in the very high 80's. Standing still you sweated... doing things... water just gushed out of every pore. So after doing what had to be done, and rearranging the order of everything else, one retreated to the shower. Of course He got one in there... but to be honest it was worth it to not be in the sauna that is our climate at this time of the year.

So having pressed one into the tiles and forcibly inserted himself into one's arse, all the while asking if one had missed him...

You know in the interest of transparency one did have to say not really. Seems that might not have been the right answer... how are you supposed to work this stuff out... because all that did was make Him renew his endeavours to plumb the depths of one's arse before coming in it with a shuddering orgasm.

He thought he would be helpful and lube up the enema plug, insert it and help clean one out. So after firmly inserting it He turned it on... virtually full bore.

Want to know how to make your slave jump six inches? Do that...

So after brunch we settled in to move as little as possible. Oh one pottered around and got things done... they just weren't all the things one had planned...

Such is life... no one has ever gone to their deathbed wishing they had done more house work J

From the mail bag

One of the readers had some questions about the permanent plug and it was easier to put the answers here and bore all of you at the same time J

They were curious about what size the plug was and what equipment would be needed to use one.

The plug we own is the small one that has an insertable length of about one and a half inches. When we first got it, we used to unscrew the shower head and use the connector in the picture (above) to join the plug and the shower hose together and you can see the pictures of that in action here. Later He had a diverter installed in the shower so one could use the plug without freezing... isn't He kind? What the diverter does is separate the water flow into two streams, the shower and the plug.

The reader was also curious about flow rates and if you could pop the core back in to keep the water there.

The idea is to insert the plug, turn the water on a slow stream and let it gently fill you up. You will know when you have had enough... mainly because you will feel full. Which is usually followed by a sense of cramping as the bowel tries to evacuate. As to the question of whether you could put the centre core back in, thereby trapping the water... You probably could if you were bending over, but you would probably need a hand and it is going to mean that the enema is going to go deeper. It will not be a quick clean out, which is what the plug is designed to facilitate.

As to how long you could hold the water and if it would escape... yeah that is one of the battles that the arse is probably going to win. As we all know, the arse rules everything J

Permanent plug in action

Permanent plugs revisited

The plumbers were farting around all day yesterday. Trooping in and out, traipsing mud and god knows what else all over the place. It made nap time very fraught... and a girl needs naps, preferably a solid three hours late morning is ideal. Water was turned on and off, there was noise and confusion... OK that bit occurred because three of them turned up that morning, but one of them wasn't supposed to be there as he came from another company... one digresses.

So this morning all one looked forward to was a nice long, uninterrupted shower, rather than the hurried event one got yesterday at some ungodly hour. After securely taping the bag on to protect the bandages... make note to self; we are going to have to find a way to shave the legs as the tape is going to hurt like a bitch when it is removed... off one hobbled to the bathroom. To find a new addition had been installed while one was couched...

That extra hose you see is for the permanent/ enema plug. It seems He had the plumbers do a little extra job while they were here. See the problem is although the plug/ enema combo is easy to use, all you have to do is remove the shower head, whack on the connector and screw on the plug, it isn't that easy to do when everything is covered in silicone lube. They become slippery little suckers and you end up with water spurting out all over the place. There is a reason people like Crisco; it comes off with soapy water unlike the lube. Not to mention you freeze your arse off while in a shower where all the water is being directed elsewhere L

Now this is where one is going to address a question from one of the readers. It is also where the more squeamish stop reading.

Off you go...

Shoo.

Angel Leslie asks...

"... can you go to the bathroom regular or do you have to use an enema while wearing (a permanent plug)?"

The answer is long and complicated so one thought it would be easier to put it here J

This depends on some variables... diet, stool size and plug size would be the main ones. With some of the large butt plugs like the MEO's it is likely that you wouldn't need an enema, but if your diet is bad it could be messy. Ideally you would want nice soft stools (that come from a good diet and plenty of water) that pass out cleanly and are not too large.

For this kind of permanent plug (or the small MEO's) you would probably need to use an enema.

Do stop reading here if you are the squeamish type who is still peeking...

Now the advantage of this type of plug is that you can just take out the core and replace it with the enema attachment. The thing is though generally these types of plugs work best if you have a wet room or at least a well tiled area because the minute you detach the hose, you are going to get spillage. Now some people find that deliciously humiliating and others find the idea of shit just repugnant... on all levels. That is one of the things you are going to have to decide for yourself.

If you do decide you don't want to deal with the realities then you are better off using the Njoy or Rosebud  butt plugs, removing them discretely to go to the toilet and reinserting them afterwards.

Personally one thinks that you can't have anal on a regular basis, mess around with enemas or plugs in general without encountering shit at some stage. It's no biggie unless you make it one. The Njoys are easier, the other types are fun... both have advantages and disadvantages which is why we have several types. With more to come... L

Not according to plan

Today a new toy arrived delivered by our local sadist. It is an interesting type of butt plug in that the core is removable, and with the addition of the adaptor it can be turned into an enema nozzle. 

The implement:

A permanent plug;

•          High grade aluminium
•          Approx 40mm x 77mm (1.5 x 3")
•          Three easy clean pieces; plug, removable core and shower connector and available from The Stockroom.

So before one can say wink it is ripped from its plastic, cleaned and attached to the shower. To be honest in all the time we have been together it is the first time one has seen those long sensitive fingers of his perform anything... well... handy. They are usually busily engaged in other matters, but one digresses...

Um do you have any idea what you are doing? No, but how hard can it be... you just shove it in and turn on the tap. All of this is of course punctuated by elaborate pantomime and sound effects. And they say a drama degree is a waste L Err... you do realise that these little shows do not instil confidence of any kind right? In fact rather the opposite. He grinned and said that every minute one prevaricated would be an extra minute of water up one's arse... accompanied by a mimed looking at an imaginary watch.

Scampering to the bathroom we turned on the shower adjusting the temp and working out the flow. Then one was pressed, with warm breasts mashed against the rather cold tiles and legs spread, into the shower. Generous amounts of lube were smeared in one's arse and the nozzle was pushed firmly in place. He carefully turned on the tap and one small slave fell in love. It feels awesome... so warm and gentle with the water bubbling into one's arse at a slow and steady rate. Eventually one had to say stop... it is not an infinite space unfortunately.

Shortly afterwards all warm and clean, the plug was reinserted and the core was screwed in. How was that He asked. Well it is a really good enema... because it is done standing up it only cleans out the lower bowel, and unlike the syringe kind there is no need to contort in unnatural positions to do it. You are left clean and ready for action... without having to spend ages, unlike a full enema.

Now this is where the squeamish in our midst need to stop reading.

Go on shoo

What are you still doing here?

Later curled up on the couch... err the curl is important 'cos you can't actually sit down on the damn thing... just that tiny bit too long for comfort... He turned and said well let's try this out. Are you going to try and cum in it one asked naively. Err no, I am going to piss in it. Oh! Um you think you can create enough of a seal that it isn't going to leak every where? Yep, I recon I can. Men... such optimists when it comes to their equipment.

Think one might get a pet mat... just in case. Where do you want it, and your slave? Oh we might try the bathroom just in case. So off one trotted to put down both the mat and oneself. Removing the core, which leaves you held open by the plugs rather wide neck, He carefully lined himself up and contemplated the idea... of course the bladder played hard to get, but eventually it all came together.

Well it would have... except for one tiny problem. As He started to pee in one's arse, the body decided to interpret the sensation as ticklish. And one small slave started to giggle. It was then that we discovered those stomach muscles involved in laughter are kinda synced up with your arse. The more one giggled, the more one resembled one of those stupid cherub fountains... only reverse ended.

So there we are... a great toy, but the whole peeing in one's arse is going to take some more work. It's strange how this kind of stuff never makes it into BDSM literature. Fantasy vs. reality... and again we find out how different they are. Though for the record, those pee mats hold a lot of fluid J