I spent three days cringing, clenching, and panicking. I was not only assigned the task to edge (as in, almost there, but no orgasm allowed) no less than 12 and no more than 16 times, with the addition of an ice component after each instance… but I was also told we were going to do anal fisting.
Deviant: so since I broke your boob
Deviant: i’ll have to break your ass next. start preparing for some fisting :)
Gemini: I have no words
Deviant: i’m sure you will find a few
Deviant: so did you Google what’s in store for you?
Gemini: Not yet, but that’s the plan
Deviant: no need to, you’re not going to be able to do anything :)
Gemini: I am scared, looking at these
Deviant: it prolly won’t fit
Deviant: we sure are gonna try!!!
I spent three days and three nights downloading photos, watching videos, reading up on techniques, preparation, and potential harms. I bought a fresh, new enema kit in addition to some drug store enemas. I asked questions, I tried to mentally prepare, and…
I freaked the fuck out.
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