Stacy's Bet - part 3 - Tub Time - xposted - water sports, bondage, enema | 2016

This is the continuation of a story about an ex named Stacy who liked to rile me up or irritate me as a way of getting me to dominate and hurt/humiliate her.

Part 1 and 2 can be found at - http://www.reddit.com/r/ReaderAnonErotica/

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Warning – this part of the story includes water sports and an enema. It includes what could be viewed as interrogation bits with threats of violence and “brown showers”. There are no brown showers, only threats of them.

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Part 3 – Stacy's Bet – Tub Time

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I was dragging Stacy out of the bedroom by her hair. Stacy wasn't as much of a masochist as she was a person who wanted to be bested, won or taken. I knew that she might not like the pain of my pulling her by the hair, but that the act itself, the male dominance of dragging the nude woman by the hair, would turn her on.

Plus, I was irritated and didn't care if it hurt her. My ass had been violated, I had been pissed on, but worse, worse of it all was that instead of just telling me she wanted me to be violent with her tonight, telling me that she wanted me to piss on her, she tied me down and did things to me to get me irritated.

I don't like losing my cool. Never have. Stacy was a master of making me blow my lid though because she got off on what I did to her when I got mad and that pissed me off the most.

I had no plan, I had to piss and figured I would pee on her, but that didn't feel like enough. Walking to her bathroom in her apartment brought you in full view of her kitchen. That gave me an idea.

I pulled her to the kitchen table, threw her into a chair and opened her fridge. I grabbed a beer, glass bottle, popped the cap with a bottle opener that hung on her fridge handle. Stacy was a big beer drinker, over the course of most nights she would throw back a six pack. I spit into the bottle and then handed it to her.

“Chug,” I said, “I know you can and if you don't swallow it fast enough I'm going to fill the rest of the bottle with piss.”

It was a real threat, but also a test. How far did she want to go with this piss stuff. She could chug easily, out drank me EVERY time we tried to race. If she finished the bottle at high speed, it meant she didn't want to drink urine. If she went slower than normal, it meant she wanted me to make her drink my piss.

She downed the bottle at high speed, a tinge of fear in her eyes. It was a new look on her, a “uh oh, did I push him too far” look.

I grabbed another bottle, popped the cap and then roughly forced her legs apart. I slid the cold glass neck into her pussy, fucked her with it for a moment then placed the bottle in front of her on the table.

“Drink it,” I said, “Or else.” She did, downing it without a second thought.

A third beer. Again to her pussy, but then, once it was slick with condensation and her pussy, I slid it about half an inch into her ass. She gasped slightly, at the cold, it was smaller than the dildo she normally used. I put it on the table.

“Drink,” I said. No threat, she knew the deal and she downed it with speed.

I paused then, got out a large shot glass, went for the bottle of rum in the fridge, poured a shot, drank it, then poured a shot and handed it to her.

“RD,” she started to say, “You're going to get me plast . . .”

I cut her off. “I've seen you drink twice this amount.”

She shrugged and threw it back. Only a few weeks before I had sat at a table with her and 5 others and done shots competition style, to see who could drink the most and she drank us all under the table.

She did have a point though, and plus, giving her water would only help my plan. I got a glass out, filled it with water from the tap, stopped for a moment in front of her and dipped my cock into the water then gave it to her.

“Chug,” I said. She did, she had guessed by now why I was having her drink so much.

I grabbed her by one of her nipples this time and pulled her out of the chair, down the hall and into the bathroom. I sat her down on the toilet, turned to the shower/tub and pulled the shower curtain back. That is when I saw it, the enema bag hanging.

I turned and looked at her and she had the decency to blush. We had bought the bag and used it a few times. I wouldn't say that we found using the enema to be more than mildly erotic, but we both felt that cleaning her out before anal play really improved the experience. It didn't look like it had been used, it looked like she had set it up, expecting me to find it.

“So,” I said. “You thought to yourself, lets just piss on RD and then he will drag me into the bathroom because he will want to get clean, and see the enema bag, give me an enema and then fuck the hell out of my ass and make me suck his cock clean.”

She put on this uninterested who cares look and said, “Whatever.” It was perfectly designed to irritate me.

“DO NOT MOVE,” I said through gritted teeth, went to the bedroom, got the rope and brought it in. She looked at it nervously. “Not what you thought I would do, huh.” She just looked away, pretending disinterest.

I took her by the hair, lifted/dragged/pulled her into the tub and forced her to lie, on her stomach, with her face down as close to the drain as I could fit her head. The first part of my plan clicked in her head then and she struggled. She wasn't into the idea of “play” rape. She wanted to be conquered, was turned on by being truly over powered. So she fought hard, but by the time she had started, she was already face down in the tub with her knees bent, she couldn't get the right leverage and I was able, but sitting on her back, to get her hands tied behind her back and then her ankles.

I moved off her and adjusted the ropes, she didn't look comfortable. She was nude, laying on her chest, her stomach in the tub. She didn't fit well so her shoulders seemed wedged in and her face, she was lying on her right cheek was forced into the tub by the angle. She couldn't really move her head very much. Her long long hair, I pushed to the other side of her. I turned the stopper on the tub to not let anything drain out.

“Have to pee again?” I asked. “I know I still haven't gone.”

“RD,” she said, “this is going to far.”

“I don't hear a safe word,” I said.

“FUCK YOU,” she responded. As I said, she liked to fight and lose. She didn't even like that I made us have a safe word as she felt that having a safe word admitted that she was my submissive.

I REALLY had to pee at this point. I had never pissed on someone in my life and was honestly partly repulsed and partly turned on at the thought. But I stood at the edge of the tub and let loose.

I started, nervously, on her legs, pissing with great relief and slowly moving the stream to splash onto her ass, her lower back, her chest and finally, right onto her head and face. She spluttered and held her breath as my urine splashed onto her cheek and forehead, squinting her eyes shut as hard as she could.

The whole time I pissed, the urine was not draining and beginning to pool at her forehead. When I finished, it had pooled just up to the top of her cheek.

She opened her eyes and took a gasping ragged breath when she realized I was done.

“Your sick,” she said.

I bent down, pried her thighs apart enough to get to her pussy and felt her clit, it was wet.

“Your wet,” I said, “Fucking piss soaked whore gets off on being used as a urinal.”

“It's piss you idiot,” she said, she was trying to turn her face farther from the urine pool.

I slid a finger into her pussy, it was deeply wet inside. “Yeah, I pissed into your pussy . . .” I paused “ . . . maybe later.”

“Gross,” she muttered.

“Whatever, you'd probably cum from it toilet bitch,” I said. “I'm really tired of this bullshit.” I looked around, saw the enema and came up with an idea that even made me consider if I was going to far.

I took the bag from where it was hanging on a towel rack inside the shower. I went to the faucet, got the water to a warm temperature and started to fill the bag. Stacy couldn't see what I was doing.

“What are you doing up there, did you take the enema bag?” she asked.

I said nothing and when I had filled the bag, hung it back in place. The line was already attached as was the nozzle, it was a cheap bag and only used a clip to stop the line. I went into the bedroom, got the lube, brought it back in, but hid what I was doing. I lubed up the nozzle and easily slid it into her ass. It was large enough to stop her up, but not as big as many of the toys we played with.

“What the fuck are you doing,” she asked. I said nothing and pulled the clip, letting the water run down the line and begin to fill her up.

The implications of the situation hit her hard. She was tied face down in a stopped tub, getting an enema. If I pulled it out of her and she couldn't hold her bowels, she would spray it out and into her own tub and it would run downhill to her face.

“Oh fuck you,” she said and I walked out of the bathroom. She yelled, “You better not even think about it RD!”

I got one of her bigger plugs. She yelled some choice curses. We had used it during another enema session to try having sex while she had a big amount of water inside her and it had held tight the entire session. I went back to the bathroom and started to lube up the plug. I heard her call me some vile names.

“You better start thinking about being nicer,” I said trying to sound mild. “The way I see it, you have no power left except to safe word like a little submissive. I however, have all the power and all the anger built up to do things to you that you might not like.”

She stopped cursing. I waited and suddenly heard water spraying and her making a sad whining sound. I looked quickly, worried the nozzle had come loose, but she was pissing. She had her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth held shut and was whining. I saw the piss spray against the side and bottom of the tub then slowly work its way down her body to add to the growing pool by her face. It was almost to her mouth when she was done. Every breath she took through her nose most of reeked.

In fact, the smell was a tad much standing above her. I waited though. Finally the bag was empty, I warned her, pulled the nozzle and forced the plug into place. She moaned and let loose a tiny bit, but it looked like clear water.

“OK,” I said. “Here are the rules. You like games right.”

“FUCK YOU,” she said, her eyes still scrunched closed.

“Nope,” I said, “Your the one who is fucked here. So here are the rules of the game. It's called truth or shit. I ask you a question and if I think you are lieing, I pull the plug out of your ass and leave you until I hear a safe word. And I mean it, I will make you lie in your own filth until you safe word, even if it takes your stubborn as fuck ass all night.”

“You wouldn't,” she said.

“Like you wouldn't tie me to a bed, given my past experiences with being tied to a bed, and piss on me,” I countered. She was silent.

“Ready?” I asked but she didn't answer. “Good! Why did you leave the enema bag out?”

Here is what is interesting about Stacy. She was all fight, all brat, but now stuck, now with the threat of violence, she began to feel like I had won. Like she had been totally taken and she entered her submissive mode. She answered me without a pause, “I thought that after I fingered your ass that you'd take it out on me. I figured if I put it there, you'd see it and decide to use it.”

“So you wanted me to force you to do a lot of anal and ass to mouth stuff and instead of just asking, you thought to finger my asshole,” I asked.

“Well,” she said, “I also wanted to try fingering your ass. I haven't done that to a guy yet and some guys are supposed to like it. But basically yeah.”

“And why did you piss on me,” I asked.

She paused and I reached down to touch the butt plug hard enough for her to feel it and she actually made an “AHHHH” sound. “Yeah, I wanted you to try pissing on me, I figured you'd do it in the tub. But not like this.”

“How then, how did you imagine it,” I asked.

“I thought you'd have me kneel in the tub and piss on my tits or something,” she said.

“Did the idea turn you on,” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I touched myself earlier thinking about it.”

“And I take it you are finding yourself turned on now,” I asked smiling.

She paused before saying, “Fuck you, but yes, this is much farther than I expected and gross, but sort of hot.”

I laughed at that and flicked the butt plug, it made her gasp in fear. “Do you want me to get you a vibrator?”

“Oh god,” she said. “I really fucking hate you sometimes.”

“The feeling is mutual my dear,” I said, “Do you want to cum with your face in piss or not.”

“Yes asshole,” she said.

I grabbed her two vibrating eggs. They were large and normally went inside, but in the right circumstance they were smaller than a normal vibe and easier to wedge places. I got a bit of lube on the first and managed to get her thighs apart enough to slide it into her pussy. I turned that one on to medium. The other, also lubed enough to slide past her thighs, I wedged between her pussy, the tub and her thighs. That one I turned onto medium as well and heard it clicking lightly against the tub.

Doing this got me hard and I decided a nice jack off was in order. I masturbated, she opened her eye briefly and saw and groaned. I went for speed, I had plans, and cupped my hand to catch most of the semen as I came. I bent down and smeared it onto her upturned cheek, trying to get it to drip a bit into her mouth. She liked to eat my semen, but with the urine there . . . .

“I really like this game,” I said and she only grunted. “Lets see what else we can learn.”