He drove about 45 minutes. My husband was at work. He said he almost didn't go through with it, knowing that I was married and it was at my house. But then he thought it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'm glad he did.
He arrived. He was fat, but it didn't really bother me because, well, he had other things to offer besides looks. I ushered him in and we sat at the kitchen table. Since this was a bit more of an exercise of trust than normal NSA sex, there was more ice to break, so to speak. I suggested he show me his tools. He started to pull them out but then it just kinda felt stupid because he would just pull them out again in the bedroom. So we just decided to go to the bedroom. Or exam room. However seriously you wanted to take this role play.
I undressed down to some lingerie. He started really basic. Feeling my lymph nodes under my jaw. Maybe it's my choking fetish or something, but I liked the feel of his big hands on my neck. He asked me to turn over so he could take my temperature. Rectally of course! He inserted the thermometer and a moment later removed it. "What's my temperature?" I asked. I don't know if it was sheer curiosity or if I was just into my role but he looked at me like I was stupid and showed me the cooking thermometer he had used -you know - those really big ones. ha ha.
Then I was positioned butt up in the air while he was getting the enema ready. I got bored and dropped into a more comfortable position. He came back and gave me my first ever sexual spanking. And he said, "did I tell you you could move?" OMG. I LOVED this dominant/submissive play!! I wanted to be his bitch. What a shame we weren't able to have a more long term relationship. He inserted a blue bulb syringe and filled my rectum with warm water. I paused there for a minute until he gave me permission to go to the bathroom. I went but I was shy about him hearing me go. So I didn't bear down much or make a good effort to expell the enema. Well you know what's more embarrassing then your sex partner hearing you deficate? Actually deficating on your sex partner. Ugh. So embarrassing even typing that. But after the enema came anal probing. It was messy and smelly. But I really got to hand it to him because he never complained. And he did a great job of fucking me with his hand.
So then we clean up and he gets out all the shots. Probably a half dozen. He gave most of them in the butt. He liked my butt apparently. This was the bad thing: In the emails I mentioned casually to not give me any shots in the center of the butt so he doesn't hit the nerve. It nursing 101. I guess I assumed it was paramedic 101 too. Well, apparently it isn't!! Because this idiot is giving me shots willy nilly all over my ass. And I'm getting nervous because he's getting close to center and then... Yup. He hits the fucking nerve. My leg practically jumps. Thank God there was no permanent damage. But it was definitely a DOH! moment for me.
After one last shot in the delt he puts his tools away and begins to examine my butt again. At which point I tell him I want him inside me. His dick has a slight upturn. He says girls like it because it hits their G-spot. This is how I learned that all men's cocks aren't straight. He puts on a condom and slips in my ass with ease. I'm enjoyng it. Clawing at the bed covers as he thrusts deep inside me. I even give him a little moan to show him how much I like the feeling of him in me. He grabs my hips to really pound me. I peek behind me at him. He's really enjoying it. And then he cums. I don't move for a moment, letting him recuperate his strength.
We both clean up. I change the sheets and make the bed. Then, as a total afterthought he was like, "oh, you want to cuddle?" or something along those lines. One of the things I love about the BDSM world is the emphasis on aftercare. This is important physically - offering water and food, making sure the Sub rests, etc. Because the play can be very draining. It's also super important psychologically because of that enormous power shift during play. It's a chance for the Dom to show that there is true care and concern beneath the character he (or she) played. So it was assumed that there would be aftercare of some sort and it seemed like he remembered that and was just doing what he had to do. He lay flat on his back and I positioned myself on his arm. We made lame small talk. There was no warmth. Honestly, I think we were both trying to forget the enema mishap. Nevertheless, it was a shame that after all that good fun we could not make an emotional connection. I blame him more than me.
But overall it was a good time. I kept the towel he had brought. Washed the filth. And to this day, years later, it sits in my basement. My bit of memorabilia.