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Ordeal The following is fictional. It was another hot dream. Maybe someday there will be somebody I trust enough to agree to an ordeal like this, we'll see. He was the one. I wanted to be his, completely. We had been together for a long time, and I spent most of my time at his place. Our usual routine around dinner time, was that I would cook him a gourmet meal, and serve it to him in the dining room. While he ate, I would stand in the corner by the door, doing my best to give him something sexy to look at while he ate (usually in lingerie, but occasionally naked). When he was done eating, I would clear the table, and bring him coffee and dessert, then duck under the table and attend to his cock while he finished the dessert and perused the news on his Kindle. Tonight was different, however. When I brought him his dessert, and started to duck under the table, he stopped me. He said he wanted to discuss something with me and asked me to stand next to him. I obliged. He seemed nervous, so I did my best to make him at ease. He said he was warm, so he asked me to open the door to let some cool air in. I walked over to the sliding door, and opened it a few inches. The cold instantly made my nipples hard, and gave me goose bumps. I then returned to his side, and he put his hand on my lower back. He told me that he knew I wanted to move in permanently, which was true. It didn't make sense to have my own place when I stayed with him almost every night. He said that He has been considering asking me to move it, but that he wanted to be sure that I absolutely wanted it. My heart jumped a beat, I was so excited. I told him that I really did want to move in, and that I would be the happiest girl in the world. He said that while he believed me, that he needed something more. He needed me to do something to show me that I meant it. I thought he wanted me to give him an amazing blowjob, which I would have done in an instant, but he stopped me. "No, not that, I want to you commit to an ordeal." he said. "An Ordeal?" I asked. "Yes, I want you to suffer for me. You know from our play, that I like making you suffer. I know from our play that you can endure a lot; That while you're obviously suffering, you like it too. You seem to like feeling that you can endure what I can dish out, and feel pride in doing it for me." "Yes, I do." I responded. "The ordeal I have in mind is above and beyond what we've done in play. Its length and intensity will be modulated by me. It's purpose is to show me that you're willing to give yourself to me completely, inside and out, and to show me that you trust me. It's designed to be hard, both physically and psychologically. If you can make it through, I will have no doubt that you would be willing to do anything for me." I was worried. Not that I thought I was in danger, but that it would be too tough, and that I would fail. I wanted more than anything to show him how much I was willing to suffer for him, but non knowing what it was, and, thanks to his description, I had doubts of my own ability to endure it. Usually when we played, we played with a safe word. There were many times when I thought I wanted to use it, not because I felt I was in danger, but that I just really didn't want that extra few lashes with the cane. Up until now, though, I was able to work through it and never actually used the safe word. I wasn't sure I would be able to do so for something as intense as what he was describing. "What would it involve?" I asked. "That you will find out if you agree to try. All I'm going to tell you is that it will be harder and longer than anything we've done before. It will hurt, and you will question yourself the entire time." "I want to try it, but from your description, I'm worried I'll fail." "Knowing you, I think the worst part will be agonizing about whether you'll fail or not, not the actual suffering. That's part of the design of the ordeal, too, which has been tailored to you." In a weak, hesitating voice, I agreed. "Good," he said. "We'll start now. Take off your cute underthings and shoes, put them away in your drawer, and meet me in the garage. Don't worry about the table, I'll take care of it once I get you started." I did as he asked, put my clothes away, went into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. I was nervous, and that seemed to help. When I went down to the garage, and opened the door, I realized it was quite cold down there. The light was off, but I could see his face in the dim moonlight coming through the garage window. there also seemed to be something large and black in the middle of the garage, but I couldn't quite make it out. He waved me over next to him. I walked slowly over to him, afraid I would bump into some object in the dark. Without saying anything, he fastened a ball-gag to my mouth, and asked me to turn around and face away from him, and to bend over slightly so he could see my ass in the moon. I did as he asked. I felt his finger, with something cold and slimy on it, rub up and down my crack. I assumed he was lubing me up for something. While he did that, he started to speak. "I'm going to put this in your butt. It's an enema plug. I can inflate it to make a tight seal so that nothing can leak out of you. It will allow me to put any liquid into your colon, and up into your lower intestine, and control how long it stays there. There are many different things I could put up there. Soap is common, which would cause some discomfort, but mostly just cleans you out. Coffee is also common, as a cleaning agent. There are other things that can cause cramping, such as a mixture of milk and molasses. You will probably experience all of these during this ordeal." While he was saying this, he was fingering my butt. It felt amazing, and I started to get wet. As he finished his monologue, I felt the plug slip in. It was cold, and somewhat hard. It must have had a pump of some variety connected to it, because I heard what sounded like a blood-pressure cuff being inflated, and I felt it grow in my ass. As it stretched me out, it started to hurt a little.and I got the urge to try to push it out, however it wouldn't budge. I shivered a little in the cold. My nipples were rock hard, and my feet were starting to get cold from the concrete floor. Once my butt relaxed a little, it wasn't so bad being stretched so tightly. Occasionally it would spasm a little, which reminded me the plug was there, but theres no way I could push it out. He turned around and took a couple steps away from me, and I heard what sounded like keys, or jingle bells. He came back over, and grabbed my wrists behind my back. I felt the cold metal on them as he snapped the cuffs on and used the key to make sure they wouldn't tighten any more. Then he grabbed my nipple, and let me by it. I knew to follow, as this was something he did regularly during our play. It hurt a bit more than usual, owing to the cold. He led me over to the ominous black thing. My feet were touching something, and he said to step up. I did, about 3 times. "This is a box I made for you. It'll be a little cramped in there, but you'll fit. I'll help you in, because it's about a 3 foot step down." He picked me by my waist and lowered me into the box. "I want you to lay down, in this box, on your side, in roughly fetal position. I think that's the only way you'll fit in there." I did what he asked. The floor of the box seemed to be lined with concrete. It was cold and rough on my skin. It was quite cramped. My knees were touching my chest. My feet were touching one corner, and my head was against the opposite corner. I could move a little, but not much. I felt him fumble a little bit, and felt a tug on the plug in my butt, as he connected some sort of hose to it. "This is the last you will see or hear from me for awhile. It might be tomorrow, or it might be next week. You'll be ok, I'll make sure of that, but you will be suffering." With a loud thump, it was completely dark. I heard the sound of a power drill, as it appeared he was attaching the lid to the box with screws. I sat there. It was cold. It was dark. It was silent. It wasn't that bad other than that. The concrete had begun to warm a little with my body heat. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity. I had no sense of time in this box, so I didn't know how long I had been in there. I could move enough to keep my limbs from going numb. Not what I imagined at all. I thought maybe I could sleep. I closed my eyes, and started to drift off. At some point, I don't know if I was asleep, or just laying there, I felt something come through the hose. It was slightly cold, and seemed to chill me to the bone. It kind of felt good, at first, as it worked its way into me, but there was alot of it. I felt my abdomen stretch a bit, and it became uncomfortable. I tried, unsuccessfully, to push it out. It felt like I had to go.... bad; but nothing happened when I tried. It, again, was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I definitely couldn't sleep now, with the discomfort keeping me up, and the coldness. I was shivering now, and my butt kept trying to clench to either keep it in, or hold it out. Neither worked. It made me uneasy. I started squirming, but nothing made it any better. When I squirmed, on this concrete, it hurt a little, so I tried to stop, but really couldn't. I don't know how long it was, but at some point, it stopped.I felt all the liquid rush from my intestines. my whole body felt flushed. It was relaxing, to a point, but also uncomfortable in a different way. I had gotten used to the liquid inside me, and now that it was gone, it felt strange. Time passed. I was getting a little bored and figured that I might catch a few winks. I closed my eyes and started to drift away again. I think I actually did fall asleep, but I'm not sure how long it was. The next thing I know, I felt something happening with my butt again. This time it was warm. It felt pretty good at first, until I started sweating. Much like when you've been in a warm bath or hottub too long. Due to the cuffs, I couldn't reach my face to brush the sweat out of my eyes, They started stinging. Then it happened... the worst cramps i've ever had. I couldn't stay still, and started screaming. I had been drooling, due to the gag in my mouth, and I felt it all over my face. I was dripping sweat. I was straining against the cuffs, and the sides of the box. My wrists hurt as the metal of the cuffs bit into them. My arm, hip and leg were raw from rubbing against the concrete floor. I could rock back and forth a bit, but really couldn't move much. I started to cry. There was no way I could make it stop, and I had no idea how long this would continue. It was agony. I remembered that he had put the remote 'safe' button near my hands, and I fumbled to find it. I was able to get it into my hand, and thought about pushing the button... but I couldn't. I didn't want to fail the ordeal. It was hellish, and I was in pain. I didn't want to deal with it, I felt like I would do anything to make it stop. Anything except the one thing that would make it stop. Anything but pushing that button. I dropped the remote, and started balling. It made me feel really weak that I even considered pushing it. I was still cramping, and my body hurt all over, but at this time, all I could think about was that I almost quit. My body relaxed, as much as it could, and I sobbed. I must have cried for an hour or so. That's what it seemed like to me, at least. I didn't even notice when the cramps stopped. I was somewhere else, beating myself up on the inside. When I finally stopped sobbing, I noticed that the cramps were done, and the pressure in my abdomen had subsided. I didn't know how long ago this happened, but I was glad it was over. I think I fell asleep. I woke to a hiss. There was cold water spraying all over me from what must have been sprinkler heads in the sides of the box. I shivered, and the water kept coming. It didn't seem to be filling the box up, so there must have been a drain somewhere, It was really cold, though. My skin tightened with the cold. My nipples began to ache. The water made me notice how badly I had scraped myself up on the concrete, as it began to sting. I tried moving around to warm up, but it was useless. It hurt more and it didn't warm me up at all. I resigned myself to shiver and sob some more. The water stopped at some point, but I was still wet. I could feel individual drops running from my hair down my face. It's really wierd when that's the only stimulus you have, it becomes so important. I was concentrating on a drop on the tip of my nose. It was bothering me. I felt that I would finally be content if that one drop would just get off of my nose. When it did, there was another to replace it, and there was no relief. I started to drift off again... but then I had to pee. I tried to hold it as long as I could. I didn't want to have to lay here in my own piss. I focused on the task of holding it in. This gave my mind something to focus on. I feel like I could feel every time a few more drops of urine were pushed into my bladder. It's hard to describe time in these circumstances, because I had no frame of reference, but it felt like hours. He had told me before I got into this box, that I might be in here for up to a week. I wasn't sure I could handle it. I focused on time... it felt like it was starting to drive me mad. I hurt all over, I had to pee, I was having extremely unpleasant things being done to me deep inside my body that I couldn't control. I reached for the button again, grabbed it, then dropped it and started to cry again. It could have been 5 minutes that I was in here, or it could have been days. I have no idea, and I have no idea how much longer i had to go. I heard the drill again. 8 screws, that's how many he put in when I started, and after the 8th screw came out, I was relived. I was proud. I made it. The lid lifted off the box, and he helped me stand up. I was shivering. I was bruised. As he took the handcuffs off of me, i wet myself. I felt the hot urine running down my legs and into the box, but I couldn't stop it. This made him laugh, as he examined my wrists and skin. "Do you want to know how long that was?" "Yes, I said, I do. What day is it?" "It's still Sunday, you were only in there 2 hours. You passed. Can you move in this week?" I beamed. I was so happy. He gave me a bath, tending to the (superficial) wounds on my wrists, leg and arm. He was waiting on me, for a change. It felt odd, because I was usually doing things for him, but it felt nice. He washed me in the tub, dried me off, gave me a hot cup of tea, a back rub, and rubbed lotion all over me. He then gave me the best orgasm i've ever had. When I came down, I felt like I was in heaven. I couldn't stop smiling. |
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