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across my lips as I fell asleep, safe in Sybarta’s lair.

Big Fun in a Small Space
    To say that my apartment was small is an understatement. As the old joke goes, you had to step into the hallway just to change your mind. It always amazed me the amount of things that Kitty could do to me in such a small space. But really, most of the things she did to me took place in the space between my ears.
    Kitty came in carrying a small duffel bag and wearing an evil grin on her face (and not much else). She told me that tonight she would be using me in ways that I’d not been used before.
    I could only gulp a bit and know that whatever she was doing would be in my best interest and more importantly, for her pleasure.
    She instructed me to strip. She stood and watched, with her arms crossed, as I removed all of my clothes. I reddened under her gaze. Kitty tapped her booted foot impatiently as she watched me remove every inch of clothing. Once I was bare, she had me stand with my hands above my head, facing away from her.
    I could hear her getting items out of her bag. Time moved strangely for me as I stood, staring ahead at nothing, listening for everything that I could and wondering what was in store for me.
    Her warm hand grasped my shoulder. "Turn around and lay across the bed."
    I felt something slick and hard push against my asshole. Bending over, I felt it penetrate my hole. The invasion wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t quick. She pushed something inside of me, deep and fast. I gasped and she shushed me.
    "Just accept it," she told me.
    Suddenly, I felt the sensation of warmth and wetness. "Grasp your asshole tight," she commanded.
    Obeying, I felt myself being filled now. She moved into my peripheral vision where she had a tall rack like one would see in a hospital. Rather than an IV handing from it, there was an enema bag. She loosened the clamp that began flooding my insides with a deluge of water and discomfort.
    "You’d better take every drop," she hissed before leaving my side.
    I whimpered helplessly as my insides were irrigated. It didn’t take long for the cramping to start. I had never had an enema for "recreation" before and it had been years since my last one. I forgot the intense discomfort.
    I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my asshole as clenched as I could make it. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or upset Kitty by disobeying. I tried to keep my breathing steady, though I wanted to pant with nervousness and pain. While I did this, Kitty readied other things in the room.
    "Hold tight," she said.
    I tried clenching as fast and tight as I could as she snatched the nozzle from my bottom. I felt a few drops of water drip down my legs but managed to hold in the rest of the solution that filled me.
    "You’re to hold that for as long as you can. Do you understand?"
    "Yes, Ma’am." I wondered how long I could possibly endure the sensation.
    A fresh wave of cramps struck just then and I cried out. I felt as if I was being torn in two but knew I couldn’t give up yet. I wanted to hold out as long as possible. I wanted to make Kitty happy and I knew taking as much pain as possible would do so.
    Kitty sat on the bed. I could see her black nylon-clad legs. My eyes followed them up to a pair of short denim shorts. She put something else into my field of vision; a magazine. She slid it down until it was in front of my eyes. It was one of those "letters" magazines like Man Talk, Options or the like.
    "Read it," she commanded.
    Gritting my teeth, I began. The story was already in progress. "I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at his anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into him, opening him wider over the head of my cock. He moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing him to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, he nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of him."
    I moaned. Not out of arousal but out of extreme