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A very long night
I let the warm water flow down my head, with my wet hair over my eyes, just feeling for a second as it goes down it’s path over my body, enjoying the moment for a bit. Then, after I’m clean outside, it’s time to be clean inside, and I take the enema nozzle and gently insert into my peachy asshole, and let the pressure build. After a quick expel of the nasty contents of a day outside the house, I repeat the cycle, over and over, until the water comes out clean. There’s a very naughty secret pleasure in perfectly cleansing your ass for your owner. You do it for the pleasure of being cleansed, the sensual pleasure of the enema, but mostly, for the purpose it serves. A slave, a rubber slave, does an enema to be ready for her owner to take her at any time, in any way. That’s something that I have to repeat in my head sometimes, after a very long day, so it just doesn’t become another monotonous ritual. Sometimes, the key difference between a very boring life and a purposeful one, is to remind ourselves for the reason behind the little gestures in life.
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