Diapered and tied up

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Final Day Punishment

Unfortunately at the weekend I got a weird 24 hour fever, where I was shivering and burning hot all night, then totally fine the next morning, which although meant that it gave Sir an opportunity to care for a sick little girl (which he’d told me he really wanted to do hehe) it meant that any kind of kinky play was out of the question until I was better. That kinda sucked because Sir works in the week, so we were looking forward to spending the weekend playing, but regardless, he was lovely and very kind to me, even when I was hallucinating and stroppy as hell; “NO. I don’t want a drink. Stop asking me, I’ll be sick” was one I recall…

Anyway so it was Monday, the last full day we had together before I left and I was much better and I just knew he fully intended to make the most of the evening, so when he came home he said I was going to be punished for various infractions over the past few days, and also if I wanted to earn the privilege for that evening. He also joked that I’d probably think the punishment was over, but it wouldn’t be until he said so.

After much cuddling and kisses, he undressed me, so I was in just a wet Attends and told me to go lie down on the bed. Then he untaped my diaper, put my paci in my mouth but told me stay where I was (on top of said diaper) and I could hear him in the bathroom filling up the enema bag, but I couldn’t even curl up so I just had to suck on my pacifier to calm down. Then he came back with a totally full enema bag, and made me spread my legs apart and in the air, like so:

I was seriously whimpering at this point, and trying to get him to let me speak, cause I wanted to tell him I didn’t want to take it in this position cause it was lewd and embarrassing and I didn’t want to have to watch the enema bag empty itself, and I kept tapping on my pacifier, to get him to take it out so I could speak and he just stands there looking at me saying “Yes? What?” ughhhh infuriating >:( 

So he started the enema and it was COLD. Not freezing cold, just colder than I would want it cause I’m a fussy princess, so I did get some cramps and moaned a lot. But I did take the whole bag, and he told me I was doing very well. After the enema finished, I thought he’d change me into a new diaper, but instead he taped my wet attends back up (yuck yuck yuck) and put an abena over the top in case of leaks, then my plastic panties.

Then he tied me to the ceiling, gagged me (we established a safe action before, don’t worry!) and put the timer in front of me for 15 minutes and told me if I could hold it that I could use the toilet. I pretty much knew after about 3 minutes that I couldn’t hold it that long, the enema was too cold and too low in my bowels; at that point I felt pretty defeated. Sir told me he was going to the basement to do some washing, and would be back soon, then left me. That was when I just gave up and let it happen. He came back from doing the washing while I was still messing, which was embarrassing as fuck, and I was whimpering like crazy. It was even worse when he kept stroking me and telling me I’d done very well, cause all I could do was duck my head; I was just beyond humiliation right then. 

Eventually the 15 minutes past and he let me go to the bathroom to shower, somehow the Attends didn’t leak… they are truly amazing (I have got a pic of the diaper, but I’ll post it after this under read more cause some aren’t interested in messing) Even though he offered to deal with the mess etc, I was much more comfortable with removing the diaper myself and then he came to join me in the shower after I was washed off, and he cleaned me and washed my hair and it was lovely, then he put me in my drop-seat onesie and we cuddled lots.

But it wasn’t over yet…