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Category: Fetish Stories

Author: Windjammer

Best Practices No. 2
The vacuum bondage experience is like no other. One must keep in mind, safety first. Never try this alone, always have a safety person on hand as this is extremely dangerous. Autocratic affixation is out of bounds! There aren’t a lot of places that sell vacbeds as they are worried about liability despite their disclaimers plus they are very expensive. One can get the plans and instructions online for free and build it yourself at home. My frame cost me $100 for all the materials purchased at Home Depot. I then had to scout the Internet to find a company to sell me just the latex bed. Not as difficult as you might think. I soon found one that had double zippers the full length of the bed and a reinforced opening to allow for your head to be exposed; perfect and in royal blue! The Chinese will make anything you want for a price. You can get the top to be one thickness and the bottom a different thickness as well as in different colors. You can and get it in high quality 4D or Supatex. Put your hand on your wallet because they will vacuum it dry. The shipping is also expensive because latex is so heavy. Generally, most Chinese companies stock .4mm in the standard latex in a variety of colors. Finding a US company is far more difficult. I finally did find a company in Florida that filled the bill and saved a lot of money. I also purchased a remote-control devise locally. It was very inexpensive. I set up my vacbed frame but did not glue all the PVC pieces. I wanted to keep it portable. When it came time to use it, the application of electrician’s black tape sealed the connections. Here is the nice part, once inside the bag I could poked my head through the reinforced hole eliminating the need for the breathing tube. One had to be careful not to suffocate yourself at the neck. It is most important to get your neck positioned properly and the latex seal down low as to not interfere with your windpipe. Here is where the remote control comes in. I was able to activate the vacuum cleaner from inside the vacbed. I did not eliminate the safety person! Once all the air was removed I had just enough room to push the stop button with my finger. I had now eliminated the noise of the vacuum without the bag taking in air. I had installed a one- way valve thus no need to have the vacuum running all the time.
In my search on the Internet I came across a company in the UK that had a vacuum bed with arms! It was extremely expensive.
Now that’s out of the way I can tell my story. This was a fantasy fulfilled. Once again, I made an appointment with my favorite dominatrix. This session will not include any electrostimulation. I will save that for next time. I booked an hour and a half this time. I wore zippered latex underwear for this session. Once again, I was greeted at the front door by the DOM who was dressed as a nurse this time. She ushered me to the dungeon in the basement. Nothing had changed from the last time except the addition of a royal blue latex vacuum bed stretched out on top of an air mattress. I noted it had a full two-way double-sided zipper the length of the bed. The latex was stretched over 1 ½ inch PVC frame with a one-way valve at the lower right corner. I was getting excited and anxious to try it out. The DOM told me to strip down to my latex underwear and climb in very carefully to insure I would not rip the latex. Once positioned in the center of the bed I was given a six- inch plastic breathing tube that was inserted from the outside. The bed was zipped up and the hose from the one- way valve was connected to the vacuum cleaner. I was ready to go! The whoosh of the motor was very loud. Slowly the air was being sucked out and I felt the latex getting tighter around my body. Soon it was so tight I could not move at all. I was totally immobilized. The PVC frame began to bend from the pressure. The vacuum finally stopped and there was an earie silence. An erotic feeling that swept over me once my initial fear subsided. It was strange indeed. There was more to come! The DOM knelt down beside me with a Magic Wand in hand and began messaging my penis with it causing an erection. Pretty tough to do in a vacuum bag! The sensations were fantastic.
She then switched to my nipples and repeated the process and changed the tempo. She alternated between the two locations and continued without stopping until I reached an organism. It was a strange climax as I could feel the fluid building up as the sensations increased. I wanted to reach down and masturbate to finish the job but that was not about to happen. I just let my body embrace the feeling until ejaculation became an explosion of the senses. I had absolutely no control over experience. Breathing was extremely difficult with only a plastic tube in place. The DOM checked to make sure I didn’t choke on the tube and adjusted it. I was huffing and puffing frantically, finally after the organism my breathing slowly returned to normal. I was left in silence to recover and savor the experience. My whole body was covered with sweat. This was an amazing experience. Would I do it again, yup! Performing these sexual pleasures on yourself is nowhere near as erotic. And no one does it better than a professional DOM.
I was finally unzipped, and the cool air flowed into the bag. I now had wiggle room and eventually worked my way out of the bag. I hit the rain room and got cleaned up. I asked if I had enough time left for a quick enema. She said no, but I could buy additional time right now as there was no one else scheduled. I told her I wanted the 60- inch colon tube. She said, “Fine but I will need to get you totally cleaned out first.” I was given a 2- quart soap suds enema in the knee chest position held in place by a large silicone balloon nozzle for 15 min. What was missing was the peppermint coating mixed into the lube. However, I soon realized I received Dr. Bonner’s peppermint soap in the enema solution. It was administered very slowly to prevent cramping. It was rather enjoyable. I was relaxing when suddenly I received a vicious spanking from a rubber flogger. I wasn’t ready for it! The sting was incredible causing me to frantically gulp in air. She loves to surprise me. Once I recuperated from the shock wave I braced myself in case there was another round. This time she teased me with the flogger by slowly dragging it over my butt and testicles a few times. I was now prime for evacuation on the toilet and she removed the balloon nozzle and I rushed off to the bathroom. Upon my return, she produced a CBT devise for me to wear during my next enema. It was a double ring extreme ball stretcher. It is crafted out of smooth stainless steel. It is designed to trap the scrotum and slowly stretch it out until you have reached the limits of what can be endured. Not for the faint of heart; this deviant piece is basically a rack for the balls. How does it work? Secure both rings above the testicles, right at the base of the scrotum. Tighten down the screws at the side of each ring to lock them in place. Then, slowly turn the large screw, which pulls the rings apart, stretching the scrotum between them. Not only do you get the sensation of the rings forcing your ball sack to stretch, but the weight of the piece itself creates a downward pull for even more pressure. I was familiar with this devise but never used before. I am told the pain is out of this world. I was to wear this devise while taking another 2 - quart clear water enema to wash out the soap residue. Once again, in the knee chest position using the balloon nozzle. She helped me don the devise and secured it before placing me in the knee chest position. The flow was a very slow trickle this time and the water nice and warm. While the water is flowing ever so slowly the DOM went work on separating the double rings by turning the large screw clockwise several turns. I now felt the pain as she continued to separate the rings with each successive turn. Pretty soon I was in agony and had to ask her to stop. The water kept flowing which provided a reprieve from the pain. After a time, the pain subsided, and the DOM asked if I was ready for more. I said, “Sure why not.” What a phony I am! I didn’t want her to think I was a wimp. She resumed the separation of the rings. The pain was much more bearable at first, but as she continued to stretch my balls the pain resumed with a greater intensity than before. I tried to focus on the enema and not on the pain in my testicles, but the enema bag was now empty. That seemed awfully quick. I was told to retain it for 15 minutes while she continued stretching my sack even further. The pain was now very fierce, and I asked her to stop. Finally, I was released from this devise and went to evacuate on the toilet. My balls were blue!
Now that the preliminary cleanout was completed I was ready for the main event. I picked out the teal colored 60- inch nozzle that was ¾ inches in diameter. It looked delicious. There was no pain associated with this enema; it was pure pleasure. I chose a 4qt. teal colored enema bag to match. I wanted to be color coordinated for this event. I was making a fashion statement; LOL. She lubed me and the nozzle and told me to lay on my left side with my right leg drawn up to my chest while she got the 2-quart enema ready. It was just warm water with no additives. However, she did add an inline pump. In twinkle of an eye the insertion began very slowly. I could feel the tube sliding inside my rectum. When she met resistance, more water was allowed to flow very slowly, and at the same time she gave the pump a few puffs until the resistance was gone. The tube had now passed rectosigmoid, the first turn. Sometimes she would have to pull the tube back a bit and then go forward as it traveled up the descending colon. There was no urge to evacuate the water. The tube now moved across my stomach in the transverse part of the colon where she gave the pump 3 more squeezes forcing the water higher and opening the colon at the same time. The colon flattens out when it is clean. This is where the inline pump comes in handy.
The tube was now moving down the other side in the ascending part of the colon. It was an eerie feeling. The DOM now slid the tube in and out a few times before forging ahead. The entire 60 inches was inserted, and more water was added. I just laid there with the tube in place for a while savoring the experience. I took the full 2 quarts and I was in no rush to get to the toilet. There is no pressure like in the lower bowel. The tube feels good. However, I was wishing it was a coffee enema. Maybe next time. Well, it was time to remove the tube, expel the water, and hit the rain room again.
I returned for her signature enema; Aloe vera and water. I chose a 2 qt. amber colored latex bag this time. It was semi- opaque, so you could see the liquid inside. There is something erotic about latex. I get an erection when using this bag at home. However, it is very fragile as it is sensitive to light and oils of every kind. I found that repeated use caused the bag to stretch out and eventually separate at the top from the thick band that holds it together. The weight of the water is the cause of the problem. It is a rather expensive bag at $75 and really not very durable, and certainly not worth the money, but still very erotic for me. I watched her fill the bag with one third warm water and the rest with Aloe vera juice. She hung it on an IV pole and rolled it over to the changing table where I was waiting. I was puzzled as she did not hang it on the steel wire overhead like the last time. I assumed I wasn’t going to get the usual punishment enema where you receive 2quarts in two minutes or less. Gads, that is painful. Now she lubed me and the silicon balloon nozzle. She inflated it with 8 puffs making it very tight. She asked, “Is that tight?” I said yes, and she pumped the inflator two more times making it painfully tight. I knew the pain would subside once the colon stretched out to accommodate the size. Oh boy, another surprise! I was to don wrist restrains this time. I laid on my back while she fastened me to the table hospital style. Then came the foam cylinder to be placed under my hips to insure the water reached the entire colon with the help of gravity. I wondered what she was up to. This was indeed different than the last time. I guess I was now in the proper enema position. Let the show begin. She started the flow very slowly using the ramp clamp. I had an erection but couldn’t do anything about it. She kept teasing my penis with a feather duster making the sensations grow more intense. I would have settled for a hand job at this point, but it wasn’t going to happen. She continued to tease me until I ejaculated. I noticed the Sub was refilling the enema bag to the brim with pure Aloe vera juice for the second round. It was warm and inviting. However, the pain began to grow as the volume increased. The DOM now opened the ramp clamp a little wider increasing the flow causing more pain. The bag emptied quickly, and it was again refilled by the Sub. I now know the reason for the restraints. I was up to 4 quarts and in serious pain. I tried to force the balloon nozzle out but the harder I tried the tighter it became. Finally, she stopped the flow after injecting 6 quarts. I had no idea I could hold that much liquid. She asked, “Do want another bag?” She was challenging me with that sinister smile again. I wasn’t going to give in. I was determined to show her I am no wimp and I could do it. I took a deep breath, exhaled and said, “Sure, let’s do it!” The Sub refilled the bag to the top with more warm Aloe Vera. The DOM let it run very slowly this time until the bag was half empty, and then opened the ramp clamp all the way for the full force of the flow on the last quart. I found myself thrashing about trying to get relief from the pain with deep breaths. I was panting, moaning and groaning all at the same time. The restraints did their job and kept me in place! Gads, an 8- quart enema! How in the world did I ever survive this punishment? The last quart was really tough, but I did it! I think the only reason I was able to do it was because my hips were elevated by the foam cylinder pillow. This was a first for me! I wasn’t exactly proud of it.
It was off to the toilet like a lighting bolt! I was really wiped out. Once again, I took a shower and after dressing returned to the dungeon. I noticed I was very shaky. I needed to just rest before driving home. She told me to lay on the sofa upstairs for a while; which I did. We chatted for a bit until I felt better. She told me the most anyone had ever received was a 10-quart enema and pointed to the latex 10 qt. backpack hanging on the wall. That was beyond my comprehension. She told me I did really well and was proud of me. She also told me she knew before she started I could take the 8 quarts. Again, with that sinister smile, that said, “I dare you to try and a set a new enema record. I knew what she was thinking, and she knew what I was thinking. She said, “I will do it for free.” I told her I would have to think about it. Free didn’t excite me at all.
I thought to myself, “Not much of an incentive.” I love enemas but not that kind of punishment. I was trying to think of a counter offer, but my brain was waterlogged. I gave her a hug, kissed her softly on the cheek and compensated her generously for a fabulous experience before departing for the car. I told her I was definitely addicted and would be back. I had already referred her to a few friends.
She really made my day! I will have to think hard to come up with a good counter offer that would entice me to take more than a 10qt. enema. I don’t really think I could do it. Perhaps some fantasy tucked away in the back of my brain. It is obvious that she enjoys inflicting pain. I would have to come up with something that had some pleasure for me as well as give her the opportunity to inflict pain; her form of pleasure. I will think on it! Suggestions welcome.

The End