All of my purchases are made. The flogger, cuffs, and collar are made. The lube, paddle, ropes, scarves, and weights are set out. The figs are carved and peeled and are waiting in the mini fridge in the room along with the prepared ice. The DM room cleaned. Now, Milord has stated that it is time to prepare my body.

To begin, I will not be allowed any clothing aside from the cuffs and collar for the next 48 hours, minimum. So far, I’m liking this! Milord orders me to the bathroom where I get on my left side. Milord snaps on latex gloves and begins to administer the first of several enemas – this one a full bag of warm soapy water. Once the bag is empty, I’m already cramping and asking for relief, but he inserts a plug and sets a timer.

“When the timer goes off, you can release. Not a moment before then. In fact, if you complain in any way, aside from a few moans, that is, I’ll have to punish that pretty ass of yours,” he warns.

“Yes, Milord.”

He sits on a dressing chair in the bathroom (it’s a VERY large bathroom!) and plays on his phone while I bite my lip and groan. Finally the timer goes off and he positions me over the stool before ordering me to remove the plug. He gives me some privacy and tells me that once finished, I should clean the plug and equipment then call for him.

I do this, knowing I will have to endure at least two more clean water flushes to ensure none of the soap remains inside of me. My eyes widen when he comes into the room with the bottle of mineral oil.

“Forgot about this, didn’t you?” he asks jovially. “Back on the floor in position, Sophia.”

As I felt the warmed oil slide inside of me, he remarked, “This you will retain for thirty minutes. then a forty five minute break, then at least three clean water rinses, full bags, retained for fifteen minutes. After that, You will be on a clear liquid diet for the next twenty four hours or so. Sound good?”

I could have objected, but I didn’t. “Yes, Milord.”

He set the timer. “Excellent. Sadly, I have work to do myself,” he explained as he pushed the plug back inside of me. “Which is why I set up the monitor over there so I can see and hear you. When the timer goes off, hover over the stool, remove the plug and release. Once finished, clean everything again and look into the monitor to tell me. Oh, the releasing and cleaning is included in the 45 minute break. There. All set.”

I moaned in despair. I wasn’t sure want was worse – having he stay to watch me or watching me on the monitor. The oil was a much less full enema, so I had no trouble retaining it. When the timer went off, I followed Milord’s instructions to the letter. by the time I had cleaned up after the third bag of water, which had come out clear, I was fed up.

“I don’t like this anymore, Micah,” I complained. “I’m tired of it!”

Quick as a wink he had me turned facing the wall, hands on the wall, feet spread wide and his hand flying down on my ass. I wiggled, cried, fought (but did not say my safeword!) By the time I calmed myself, my ass was on fire.

“Stay.” He warned. So I stayed. I had, after all, agreed to everything. He started the shower for me then turned and began removing my cuffs and collar. “Wash your hair, shave legs and cat, and use the sugar scrub I left in there for you. Don’t even think of coming out until you’ve done that. I’ll wait here.”

He sat in the chair and I looked at the shower. Only cold water. Resolved, I nodded. I HATE cold water! Still, I obeyed and felt better for it afterwards. I stepped from the shower, hair dripping and body shivering. Milord held out a warmed towel and wrapped me in it. He wrapped another around my hair, kissed my forehead and began rubbing me dry.

“See, isn’t it better when you behave?”

“Yes, Milord. It is.”

For the rest of the day I drank broth or water. I wore only cuffs on my ankles and wrists and the soft suede collar around my neck. Milord has instructed me to get a good night’s rest because in the morning, the real fun will begin.