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Self Administered: shurrrr

{ April 29, 2009 @ 12:49 } · { Experiences }
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So I adore my Shower Shot. Really. I do wish the attachment were not such a hard, metal basic shaft, but then some days this is exactly what I’m going for.

Yesterday for example! I have been so busy as of late between jobs, volunteer work, the partners in my life and sinus infections… I was lamenting that I’ve managed to surround myself with bottoms and no top left to drop me under unless I direct them through it.

With the meds for my back, I thought it would be a nice multi-task move to give myself a somewhat mean and difficult enema! No sweet candles and soft music today. It was Rage Against the Machine, bright glaring bathroom lights low temperature water and a decent speed going.

Cold ShowerI got in the shower naked (you’d be surprised what I will sometimes wear into a shower, but that’s a post for another day and an entirely separate fetish!) and gasped loudly as the cold water splattered against me. I gasped loudly, tossing my head under the pouring water despite and again let out a loud gulp as I came up to intake air. Thankfully no one was home to come question me, or watch, or laugh.

I wanted this to be harsh, difficult. I wanted this to be mine–no one to blame for how I felt but myself. I had given my self a quick 2 quart to prepare myself: wash away obstructions and allow me to concentrate on the water itself. I grabbed a hold of the shower shot, realized I had forgotten the lube, shrugged and bend myself forward. It took some convincing but she slid in with a minute and suddenly I was not only shivering but also a little concerned for myself.

I reached back and turned the dial: not quickly, but not my usual sweet slow turn either! The water rushed in and I immediately winced from the cold and uncomfort it brought on. I waited, tapped my toes, sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax. Suddenly I was done: I pulled out the nozzle, waited half a second, wrapped my head around doing what comes so uneasily, and pushed back!

Water rushed out of my butt and splashed against the shower wall. I laughed at the seemingly absurd feeling and rush of warmth to my pussy. I continued this in repetition, enjoying the switch back and forth. Mmmmm. If only I made more play dates with myself more often!

Barely 30 second after with a vibrator sent me soaring: and oh how lovely to get the multiples running so easily :-)

Harsh Methods at Guantánamo

{ April 26, 2009 @ 04:12 } · { Uncategorized }
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And they never want MY information! What does a girl have to do to getNational Security up her ass?.

“Mr. Kahtani was, for example, forcibly given an enema, officials said, which was used because it was uncomfortable and degrading.

Pentagon spokesmen said the procedure was medically necessary because Mr. Kahtani was dehydrated after an especially difficult interrogation session. Another official, told of the use of the enema, said, however, “I bet they said he was dehydrated,” adding that that was the justification whenever an enema was used as a coercive technique, as it had been on several detainees.”

Seems odd they didn’t ask, “Why wasn’t he given enough water to start with”. I for one am an avid water drinker and in my enema play worry more about getting too much hydration!

I have not personally played with enemas as a form of role-play torture, nor hardly even punishment. A bit as a little, but more often it’s for “health” reasons…maybe Mr Kahtani and I do in deed have something in common…