{"id":18667,"date":"2017-11-01T06:00:35","date_gmt":"2017-11-01T06:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theenglishmansion.com\/blog\/?p=18667"},"modified":"2025-01-22T09:52:05","modified_gmt":"2025-01-22T09:52:05","slug":"colonic-to-die-for-femdom-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theenglishmansion.com\/blog\/colonic-to-die-for-femdom-fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Colonic To Die For: Femdom Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Colonic To Die For<\/span><\/strong><\/h1>\n

I\u2019ve had a few colonics now. Conveniently there was a clinic in town that did them. Strangely perhaps, I found I really enjoyed them, I felt relaxed and rather sexy afterwards. I got the idea that I wasn\u2019t supposed to enjoy them though, I had to \u2018need\u2019 them. On the Web I searched for \u2018colonic\u2019. There were a surprising number of hits, mostly from clinics in other towns, especially in London. But one headline stood out to me. \u2018A colonic to die for!\u2019 it said. That would be the way to go wouldn\u2019t it? I rang the number straight away and made an appointment.<\/p>\n

It was a bit of a drive but I had taken the whole day off work and was determined just to enjoy myself. Arriving in good time at a residential house there wasn\u2019t a business sign or a nameplate. I rang the bell with an excuse in my head in case I had the wrong place. I would just ask for the lady\u2019s name. The door opened. \u2018Hello\u2019 said the smiling face. \u2018I\u2019ve come to see Jennifer\u2019 I said. \u2018Oh JENNIFER \u2026. Yes of course\u2019, she said, with an even wider and increasingly friendly smile she said, \u2018come in\u2019.<\/p>\n

I went inside and down the plain corridor. She showed me into a small reception room furnished in minimalist style. Very modern tidy and clean, just what you would expect. I sat down as directed by the desk. She sat behind the desk and stared at me. \u2018I AM Jennifer\u2019 she said, flicking her long dark hair back over her shoulders. I answered some personal questions and watched Jennifer. Her brown eyes fluttered as her hair draped down toward well-developed breasts and a tiny waist. Then she stood up and moved round to sit on the corner of the desk. Bending her head down towards me she stared straight into my eyes, \u2018How much water can you take\u2019 she enquired rather too directly for my comfort. I hesitated searching for the right answer and then replied that I had had several colonics before. \u2018Oh that\u2019s really good\u2019 she replied. \u2018It will make it easier for you\u2019. Her words became indistinct as she got up and indicated I should follow her, but \u2018it will make it easier for you\u2019 somehow resonated in my head. We went through into the treatment room. It was white tiled on walls floor and ceiling, lit by brightly by hidden lighting, like being in a snowstorm. I was used to candle light and soft music for my colonics. One wall had a large window but I couldn\u2019t see through it. In the centre of the room was a very comfy looking medical chair. \u2018I need you to undress please\u2019, she stated. \u2018Completely?\u2019. \u2018Yes\u2019, she said. She didn\u2019t use unnecessary words!<\/p>\n

In an anti-room I stripped, wondering why all my clothes? I somewhat nervously emerged back into the treatment room with a towel for modesty. \u2018Sit up on the chair and take that silly towel off\u2019, she demanded. This was not what I had expected; her bedside manner seemed ill rehearsed.<\/p>\n

\u2018Lie down\u2019 she ordered \u2018I am connecting you up\u2019. She leant over me and grinned just slightly. Straps came over my arms in several places. \u2018Is this necessary?\u2019 I enquired. \u2018Yes\u2019, was the simple and precise reply. I was alarmed, yet found myself unable to resist. I was finding the whole thing exciting; though I wasn\u2019t sure why. God knows what she has in mind, she seems a little rough. There were more straps over my chest waist and legs until there was nothing I could move, well except for one thing. I have to confess that to my great embarrassment my cock was stiff as a board and standing straight up. I noticed that as she worked on the straps her eyes would glance at my cock but no reaction appeared on her face nor did she say anything that might ease my embarrassment.<\/p>\n

She reached up to the equipment suspended from the ceiling and pulled down a large TV monitor in front of me. The chair had a cut out beneath my backside. Having got me well restrained she started to pay attention down below. I heard a whirring noise and something pressed against my arse hole: then popped inside. It was the colonic tube I figured. She stood back to admire her handiwork and smiled broadly at me. \u2018What\u2019s going on\u2019 I said meekly. Jennifer continued to smile. \u2018I\u2019ve got you where I want you now, it was good that you didn\u2019t make a fuss, so much easier.\u2019 For who, I thought.<\/p>\n

\u2018Now we are both going to have some fun. You need to relax; if you do you will have the time of your life. Later I will need to insert a large diameter colon tube and scavenger probe that will give me full access to your colon. But for the insertion of that equipment to be possible I have to relax and stretch your sphincter. I\u2019ve just inserted the dilation actuator, the very latest thing used in anal surgery. So without any effort from me I can stretch you wide open and make way for that little old wide bore colon tube\u2019. She looked straight in my eyes as she delivered this news with some glee. \u2018Will that hurt\u2019 I said with a weak, pathetic, voice I didn\u2019t recognise as mine. \u2018It may\u2019 she said \u2018but that is where relaxation will make all the difference. You must just let it happen don\u2019t resist, let me take control of your arse and colon and I will take care of them for you. I\u2019m going to make it as easy as I can, I can give you something to breathe in later when I have made connection to your colon, but we have to get that far first. I need to change clothes and while I\u2019m gone you and the machine can work on your sphincter. Don\u2019t worry I\u2019ll put it on the lowest setting\u2026\u2026to start with at least\u2019.<\/p>\n

She flicked a switch on the panel on the side of the chair and was gone. What sounded like a small pump whirred into life. It was the only sound besides my breathing in this brightly lit austere place. The monitor had lit up and was showing a close up of my arse and along the lower edge a number of what looked like gauges, green on the left, amber then red. All the pointers were over to the left in the green area. I squinted to read what they were showing. Intra Colonic Pressure, Scavenger vacuum, Scavenger Penetration, Injected volume, Injected temperature, Sphincter diameter\u2026this last one was moving across its scale The anal dilator had started its work, it felt like something swelling in my arse, but before I felt any pain it cut out. Now silence returned. Seconds past as I contemplated my situation and wondered when she would return. \u2018Click\u2019 went a switch and the pump cut in again. More pressure, I could feel it was working precisely on my sphincter muscle, the dilation gauge moved across the screen past the \u20181\u2019 mark which I guessed was 1 inch. It cut again and I tried to relax like she said. Minutes passed and I was managing to relax, quite drifting away. The gauge had reached the yellow section and the number 2 just as Jennifer returned.<\/p>\n

Wow! She was dressed head to foot in black rubber with some red design overlaid. As she entered the room she pulled on a black rubber mask. Shit, did she look spooky? Still this was a spooky sort of day. I guess I knew now what sort of a clinic this was and what I was in for.<\/p>\n

\u2018Well done!\u2019 she said looking at the gauge, that didn\u2019t hurt did it? \u2018No but\u2026\u2019 I started to answer but she cut in \u2018OK then lets see if we can get the big boy in now this nice machine has spread you open. I can\u2019t promise this will be entirely painless\u2019. I\u2019d be sure she was grinning though now the mask covered her expressions. She released the cuff pressure and carefully withdrew it, I sighed. Jennifer reached under the chair into a tray of medical looking bits, I could see what see was doing on the monitor. She picked up a device with tubes attached, it was roughly cylindrical and looked about 2 inches in diameter, my fear was this was going in my arse. \u2018Can you see, this is the colonic injector and waste scavenger, you\u2019ll like it\u2019. I had guessed right. \u2019Try to relax, soon as I get this in I\u2019ll give you something\u2019. She moved around in front of me and I got a full view of her and her rubber cat suit. My dick was rising again as she approached my arse her hands covered by rubber gloves and filled by this thing that was going in my arse. From a small bottle she squirted something, lubricant I guess, inside my arse, it was cold. She pressed towards me stretching my arse; it opened under the force and swallowed the fitting with its feed and waste pipes dangling. I stained against the straps, groaned and then relaxed. \u2018There, that\u2019s the worst over: you are a clever boy!\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Now what\u2019s this?\u2019 She said, as she put her hand round my cock. We don\u2019t want this getting in the way do we; I have something that will make this go limp. She reached over into a box and produced some items with cables. I whimpered as she made a connection around the base of my cock and fed a thick black plastic wire into the eye of my cock. I was stunned as she fed almost a foot of this black stuff into my cock: but it felt good. Smartly she made the connections to the panel of the chair and again stood back to check. \u2018Ah, one more thing. You will like this, if things get too tough I can make it easier for you. She slipped a small plastic oxygen mask over my mouth and nose and hooked up the pipe that led from it.<\/p>\n

\u2018Perfect\u2019. Now I\u2019m going next door, you will be able to see me through the window. I looked at the dark window, I didn\u2019t understand. I couldn\u2019t ask though. \u2018Your job is to relax while I have some fun controlling your body. I\u2019m going to control your colon. You will get cleaned out so good we could get your colon certified fit to eat. She smiled and stared at me. OK? I nodded weakly, I felt weak. I felt helpless. She turned and vanished. I lay motionless and in silence. I looked around as best I could. I looked down at myself, I saw how helpless I was and how invaded my body was by pipes and wires. She had a direct wide bore connection to my colon. She had electrical connections to my cock and a way of feeding gas into my lungs. What the hell was going to happen!<\/p>\n

Then the window lit up. Jennifer was in the room next door; she seemed to be at some sort of control console. Now it dawned on me. She was a sadist of course: I had read about SM. I was going to be used by her for some bizarre experiment on my colon. She was going to get sexual satisfaction from seeing my suffering and she wouldn\u2019t even have to touch me. This was sex for her but she remained un-penetrated and even remote for the object of her sex act. It would all be done by remote control, by machines, by robots yet she would get the satisfaction. As she made ready in the control room I lay in inescapable bondage with pipes and electrodes hooking me to her machine.<\/p>\n

Minutes passed in silence then the lights dimmed, spooky music played my arse was spotlighted and visible on a monitor. I sensed a number of motors start up. I felt something warm in my arse, no great pressure. Whatever it was produced a strong sensation a bit like burning. A couple of minutes later nothing had changed but I started to feel a little drunk. Her voice from the intercom broke into my dream. \u2018You have 30 centilitres of red wine in your rectum: enjoy!<\/p>\n

She switched the monitor to give me a good view of herself in the control room. She was getting excited; she had unzipped the lower part of her cat suit and was fingering herself. I was drifting away: drunk. \u2018Going a little far are we, can\u2019t have you drunk\u2026.click whir\u2026Now some volume of warm liquid was going inside me. Click whir, the chair was flattening out into a bed, click whir the bed was tipping so my feet were above my head. \u2018Just a drop of water deep in your colon\u2019, the speaker said, now release. The bed tipped so my head was higher than my feet, the flow stopped and the pressure fell, the contents of my colon including alcohol not only flowed out I could feel something sucking, sucking it out. I was empty in seconds. It dawned on me that she could repeat that cycle.<\/p>\n

Again the machinery fell quiet and in a bizarre way I could relax for a few seconds. Something did appeal to be about being helpless like this. The straps allowed me no movement at all but didn\u2019t hurt, they were rather like being hugged by friendly arms. I had an idea that my captor wasn\u2019t quite as hard as she made out and that mostly this was advanced and highly erotic sex for her. So I planned to enjoy this if I could.<\/p>\n

She appeared back in the room but now her heavy rubber trousers had gone. The corseted top remained in place but plainly things had got too hectic down below. Standing over me and checking the restraints her hand slithered down to my cock. \u2018I think you are starting to enjoy this from what your cock says\u2019 she observed. I couldn\u2019t think of a good reply. As she moved behind my head I was aware that her crutch was just above the level of my face. One outcome of this positioning occurred to me, and just as it did she pulled the mask down off my face and over my neck. All she had to do was move forward a little with her legs astride my well-supported head. She leant across supporting herself on the monitor. Now with the most graceful single continuous movement of her hips her pussy skimmed across my forehead and nose coming to rest hovering above my mouth. The smell was delicious, pussy and rubber. As she gently pressed down she sighed and extended a hand to my cock again. I struggled for air then relaxed silently to my fate. She eased back and I could see her hand move towards the chair side control panel. What now, I thought. A tingling in my prick, she had turned on the juice and was passing a current down the length of my stiffy. Oh God! It was not at all as I had feared. I didn\u2019t really feel pain as such, instead a curious mixture of sparkling and pleasure. My cock reared up like a flagpole and she squeezed harder. Then she was back on my face for what seemed like minutes as she turned up the current through my cock. The more I groaned the more she tried to silence me with her sex. Whilst she wriggled and pressed I knew what I had to do for her. I tongued her for all I was worth. She writhed, sighed and finally screamed. Fresh air came to me, then the mask and by the time I had filled my lungs and opened my eyes she had gone.<\/p>\n

The room was dark except for the monitor. I was back to silence but with a tingling cock. The current surged higher, I yelled, then it stopped. The speaker broke out her voice and I glanced back to the illuminated control room. \u2018You see you really are totally helpless aren\u2019t you? There is no action you can take, you can only suffer at my will\u2019. She laughed. Silence.<\/p>\n

Music came louder and louder. Heavy rock, I really liked it. The quality of the sound was breath taking, it came from all directions. Lighting effects covered the ceiling like a disco. The rhythm thumped and the pressure started to build in my arse.<\/p>\n

It was a little different this time. I realised that whatever it was that was filling my insides was really warm, almost hot. First the pressure was in my arse then I felt it move ahead up inside me, presumably going up and around my colon. This was a good feeling and relieved the pressure in my arse. Again I glanced to the control room. She was getting very heated. On the monitor I still had a view of her, masturbating again using a large metal dildo.<\/p>\n

I realised the lights were fading down. A few more seconds and it was completely dark again. Darkness had also fallen in the control room except for some low level glow catching her face. Now I did feel very vulnerable. On the monitor the picture had gone and only the gauges remained. I could see one was steadily moving to the right and was labelled \u2018Injected Volume, litres\u2019. It showed I had taken 1.5 litres so far, I was feeling very full. Still the music continued and the gauge reached 2 litres, I was scared, would it ever stop. Because the water was warm I could feel wher it was inside me. I cold feel an increasingly large suage shaped thing lacross inside me just below my rib cage. As I tough about it and it grew I figured it must be my colon inflated like a balloon, all that water had to be going somewhere afterall. The gauge was over 2.5 litres now, what would happen to me if something burst inside? I had to hold out.<\/p>\n

A slight tremor in the chair heralded a respite in the flow, followed by release of my colon contents. I could actually feel it all draining out of me, a very strange feeling rather like having your guts cut out without the pain, leaving an empty space indide. Shortly it wasn\u2019t just a matter of the water running out my colon was cramping forcing it out like I was shitting harder than I ever had shit. As the pressure inside dropped away I felt the scavenger probe start off up inside my colon. I felt it crawl up my left side the pause before turning right across my upper abdomen. It reached my right side, ouch it stretched something and turned to pass down my right side. Oh my God I couldn\u2019t believe I was going through this. I might be damaged forever, I might haemorrhage and die here and now. These were the risks but the sensation was fantastic and the idea that this robot probe was being passed inside me under the control of a beautiful and sexy woman had me stiff as a board. I heard and felt the bastard thing stop its journey but then it began to suck. I knew this from looking at the gauges; they all took a leap to the left as the pressure fell in my colon. The sensation was like the release only magnified as more of my insides seemed to be extracted out of me.<\/p>\n

I heard her laugh from somewhere in the darkness. Then she sighed in a sexual way, I didn\u2019t see her. The cycle repeated only this time the gauge got to 2.8 litres and didn\u2019t pause. I couldn\u2019t help calling out that I couldn\u2019t take it. She came on the speaker \u2018poor bitch\u2019, she laughed \u2018is his colon going to burst?\u2019 \u2018Does it hurt?\u2019 \u2018Yes\u2019 I croaked. Silence, then she\u2019s back again. \u2018If you beg I can help you.\u2019 \u2018Please, please help me\u2019, I coughed out. There was a pause then I became aware of a smell. A gas was being given to me to breathe in from the mask. Quickly my head started to spin. The speaker cut in again \u2018it\u2019s only Poppers you bitch, it\u2019s a muscle relaxant to help with the pain\u2019. I had heard of Poppers but never had any, it didn\u2019t matter by then I had gone into another world. The pressure still rose in my colon, the gauges still moved across the screen, but now a green cloud covered the screen and anywhere I looked. I could feel my heart pounding away and all that was happening to me was very distant. I didn\u2019t feel any pain at all, nothing. In fact I felt pleasure, a very great deal of pleasure. I did feel the electricity rise in my cock again but now no pain at all, just pleasure. It was like being stroked by a gloved hand and the glove had a million erotic prickles woven into it, each one stimulating the head of my cock. The gas kept coming and I was getting higher more distant and more distended, the gauges had made there way through amber and into the red. I felt that I might climax and thought she wouldn\u2019t want this. It was no use what I thought, my belly was so full and getting bigger and my cock so hard and in ecstasy. Then runaway, no stooping it hit\u2026 I spunked. I spunked and spunked as the water rushed out of my arse and my head was out to lunch. The spunk was all over my belly; I could feel it, warm and sticky. It was still dark and I was still high though the Poppers had stopped. Never before had I felt so relaxed, so relieved, so empty, so comfortable and so intensely cared for and valued. Perhaps I had died and gone to heaven!<\/p>\n

Silence fell again to join the darkness and I rested. It must have been ten minutes or so before the lights slowly faded up like dawn and She appeared quite naked: and just a little sweaty! She stood quietly by me and ran her fingers through the spunk on my belly. \u2018Thank you, you gave me a good time. Remember to come here again whenever you need relief from constipation\u2019.<\/p>\n

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