A Favorite Solution

As has been occasionally discussed elsewhere, I am an enema enthusiast. This surprises some, as any form of scat play is a hard limit, but I greatly enjoy administering enemas and the humiliation that comes even with the expulsion of clean, clear water, which is the only type I allow in my scenes.

When administering an enema, I prefer my playmate to bring his or her own equipment. Of course there are bags and douche style, Fleet enemas available for those who cannot or will not bring their own, but these are cheap and disposable and my favorite way to administer an enema is with a large, red bag or, even better, a bulb syringe.

The bag is appealing because of the visual it offers, standing out against a while wall, bulging with solution. The clicking of the flow control is also rather satisfying--or ominous, depending which side of the nozzle one is on. And the speed of the flow can be increased or decreased by raising or lowering the bag.

The syringe, on the other hand, allows for the over the knee positioning I find so appealing. It leaves the hind quarters vulnerable and the syringe must be filled over and over again. One can count the fillings, while one cannot always see the bag draining. The open basin can also allow the scent of a lavender or peppermint solution to waft around the room.

Peppermint oil is by far my favorite additive to enema water. It is mild, but still smells strongly and is deeply cleansing. Of course castile soap and other mild soaps, such as a dissolved bar of Ivory soap, are also useful, especially for institutional enemas. Other favorites include milk, olive oil, and baby oil.

I usually give warm enemas over cold, but the cold enema does have its place in the realm of punishment, often combined with punishment while waiting for the water to take its effect, though of course I like to do that anyway. Seeing a reddened tush in a corner, wiggling from side to side in an attempt to hold something in is more fun than watching a pale, untouched bottom.

As for retaining the solution, I prefer diapers over plugs to avoid leaks. If a playmate simply cannot abide diaper discipline, he or she is never taken far from the toilet and absorbent pads--more or less flat diapers laid upon the floor--are used instead. I've had mixed success in using plugs. Not only to they leak, but they must be removed to expel and usually a warning comes to late to allow me to remove the plug myself. I think they're an idea better suited to fiction or those with an interest in scat play.

I used to don a plastic apron for administering an enema, more for the ritual and institutional feel, and because it went so well with an adult baby's plastic pants, than for any protection, but it has since deteriorated and needed to be discarded. I've yet to find another to my liking, but do keep an eye out.

Changes for Susan

Humiliation is an important part of Susan's training. It keeps her docile and sweet, making her a more appealing sissy. I spend a lot of time thinking about how best to humiliate Susan while keeping within the bounds of what is allowed by the Sissification School Board when it occurred to me that for a very long time, Susan had skipped out on something very simple that really is for her own good. It's something that every girl goes through and that a few lucky sissies do, too. Susan was due to get her period.

When Susan came in, I blindfolded her in order to dress her. This was a major deviation from our normal routine, so she knew something was up. Once she was dressed, her hair done and a little bit of simple make-up applied, I told her to go to the restroom and brush her teeth, use the toilet, and just generally make sure she was ready for her day at school. Susan knows better than to argue with me about whether or not she has to go, so she just went into the bathroom like a good girl.

As she brushed her teeth like a good girl, I slipped into my vintage style nurse uniform and cap and laid out a few things I'd prepared earlier. Then from the bathroom came a loud, girlish shriek. Susan had discovered the red stain in her panties!

Instead of finishing her toilet, she came rushing out, her excitement tempered with dread. Her shock at finding she was suddenly a woman was added to by the shock of seeing me in a nurse's uniform, another first for her.

Susan has a bad habit of putting her fingers in her mouth when she's excited, surprised, or afraid and being all three now, her fingers were again in her mouth. A quick order to hold out her hand for five slaps with a wooden paddle on each hand fixed that quickly enough and she was ordered to strip, put on a robe, and climb up onto the antique, green leathered exam table.

Her legs spread and her knees pointing to the sky, I proceeded to give Susan a very thorough exam. Her temperature was taken and she was examined with pen light and speculum. She shivered the whole time and even got a little wet. When you're a chaste little school sissy any attention at all is enough to get you excited!

I also gave Susan the rest of a basic exam, weighing her, listening to her heart, and checking her eyes and ears. In her shock at pulling down her panties, she had forgotten to actually use the restroom, so a urine sample was also taken as she squatted on the toilet, legs apart and I stood by holding the cup as she looked shyly away.

Of course, there was only one conclusion to draw. Susan would need sanitary pads. Of course, like any school nurse worth her salt, I was stocked with a good supply in all different forms. Poor Susan spent the next half hour being fitted for a sanitary pad, having to model them beneath her uniform skirt before I finally prescribed a single, un-gummed, overnight pad in a sanitary belt. And six strokes with the leather strap to the back of the legs was added to her punishment for soiling her panties and not even thinking of washing them out in the sink like a good girl.

From then, we proceeded to Susan's lessons. She had written an essay on an Angela Brazil novel she'd just read. When she received her caning for mistakes she'd made in it, the sanitary pad made a very amusing sound. Being sent home, Susan had to continue to wear her pad and, since I wouldn't be there to help her through the first scary night, I tucked a diaper into her bag as well with strict instructions to wear it to bed.

Here's a fun video that might help other sissies going through a similar change...

Pierced

The very special pain of piercing lends itself well to hypnosis. As a hypnotist, I really enjoy making recordings. I get to play with different techniques at will, go over my script with a fine tooth comb, and mix in all sorts of fun sound effects, subliminal messages, and music. I suppose making a recording is more about me and of course as a nerd, I like to sit and play with my computer for hours and hours. However, a live induction is very different. I get to see you react, I can change what I'm going to say to fit the exact mood. I can also use different sensations and physical cues, one of my favorite being piercing.

The very sharp pain of being penetrated by a needle focuses the mind wonderfully. It slides in just to the surface of the skin, separating it from the rest of the body, if only for the thickness of a pin. It keeps me close to my partner, unlike flogging or other forms of impact play, but still allows me freedom of movement. And of course I hope the metaphor of my piercing your skin as I pierce your mind is not wasted.

Age Regression Virus

I just did another fun and interesting age play session. Often regression stories are almost more science fiction than erotica. In some of the videos I've done there are often science fiction or fantasy elements, as in "Diaper Fairy" or "Penny Gets Regressed". Usually it's by some sort of fantasy drug, but this age player had an idea for a session that just hadn't occurred to me yet, which was that some sort of virus was causing regression, including a loss of bladder control.

The Nurse is one of my favorite roles to play in an age regression scenario, especially a school nurse. It's the perfect blend of innocence and sex, cruelty and compassion, distance and intimacy. And damn do I feel hot wearing my white button-up dress and starched cap! I prefer playing a nurse to a doctor because it seems more intimate. I've spoken to some other Mistresses about it and a lot of them prefer to play the doctor because they perceive it as being a position of more power, but the intimacy of a nurse is way more appealing to me. I like the idea of being privy to all a patient's private experiences: changing their sheets, giving enemas, changing diapers, giving baths. A doctor doesn't do any of those things. I also like the energy of a nurse. Of course there are women doctors and male nurses, but the icon of the female nurse, bending over and perhaps unwittingly showing her cleavage in her low-cut white dress is very strong, almost archetypal.

I haven't done a session like this yet, but I've always thought a medical age play session would be great for a two-Mistress session. I'd love to take a young man by the arm and lead him into the Examination Room where I roughly undress him and tell him to sit on the exam table while the doctor slowly flips through his chart, reading off the various reasons for his visit and listing her concerns: he's been having a lot of accidents lately, he's begun having an alarming number of wet dreams (his mother has to wash his sheets every day!), and he sometimes slips into baby talk. However, the reason does not seem to be psychological. As the doctor performs a number of embarrassing tests, I stand coldly by, handing her various instruments and helping to restrain the ashamed (and perhaps visibly aroused) patient. I make a note every time he resists, so that he may be appropriately punished later. And yet, every now and then I might caress his thigh reassuringly when the doctor's back is turned or tell him that I personally think his diapers are a little sexy.

From PamperedPenny.com.