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I am an older sub male with enough experience of BDSM. I wish to re-create the scene below. What you read is not fantasy. It is what a Domme did to me – only once – about 5 years ago. I wish another Domme to do it again. I have no interest in paying anyone. You will revel in knowing you are overseeing my intense degradation and dehumanisation. Am I in the right place here at Collar Space I wonder? Of course I have no issue if you want to put your own spin on events. I would also be happy to hear from switch or sub women too who are interested in helping me. I have photos available and can accommodate and travel.
“Miss arrived wearing her normal clothes. She had remained unsure she could do this (although she wanted to do it badly to me) until we met and depending on her mood. We had discussed so much beforehand over recent weeks and white knickers became the signal – bear this in mind – white knickers.
We did not hang around with small talk. Miss walked into the bedroom and I followed her. She told me to strip which I did until I stood there naked. She reached for the pink plastic and gave them to me and told me to put them on. The material felt rather good. I still had no idea where this was going at this point.
Miss stripped from her clothes and I drew a short breath of relief (I think) to see her revealing black knickers. She produced a stunning shiny black short skater skirt which she pulled on and I zipped it up. She applied her expensive bright red lipstick. Then Miss reached into her bag once more and produced – yes you guessed it – a pair of pristine white knickers and issued the words ‘surprise surprise’. My heart leapt several beats. So it was on ….. The anticipation was amazing and the preparation for what was about to happen was extraordinary and intense. She then pulled her lovely white knickers on and gave me a twirl.
Miss took the plastic sheet I had popped in the corner of the room ‘just in case’ and laid it out on the bed. She went to the kitchen and came back with a plastic jug. She put the jug close to her pussy and pissed into it through her lovely white knickers – a decent amount. I was told to go on the sheet on all fours. She lowered my plastic pants and reached for the enema pump. Soon she was pumping half a litre of her warm piss up my bottom. Then she replaced my plastic pants once more. The feeling of her piss enema was very strange. But the inevitability of knowing that what went in must come out started to play on my mind and disturb me a little.
Miss started to tease me making me kneel and worship her big arse through the thin white material of her knickers. After perhaps 10 minutes I could feel my tummy extending – quite uncomfortable. She sensed this. I was told to lie down on the bed with my head at the headboard end. She straddled my chest rubbing her piss stained and scented white knickers over my chest. Then slowly she eased her delectable arse back and straddled my face. It was exactly as I imagined when she had told me about it. I watched in awe as the material of her knickers spread over her bum. I could sense she was ready to fill her knickers. Slowly she was pushing, pushing, pushing, I could see her shit starting to make a small bulge in the material of her white knickers. Then she pushed harder and in an instant her knickers were full of warm smelly shit and the material turned brown before my eyes. All she said was ‘ready’ to which I must have murmured ‘yes’; and with that she sank down on to my face. Miss rubbed herself over my face up and down, side to side giving me a shit facial. It felt degrading and humiliating – the dirtiest and most kinky act I had ever been engaged in. She kept lifting her arse and going back down again smearing my face. At this point I could hold my enema back no longer and I expelled hard and furiously into my plastic pants.”
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