Compelled to Have an Enema

I’ve gradually developed a variety of self bondage setups that I use. Most involve some sort of “Predicament” because it really helps focus my mind. This one started off as something straightforward but turned out better than expected. I had about an hour free and realized it had been ages since I’d last taken an enema. These are a bit of a love-hate experience for me: I enjoy the initial sensation of water entering, but then start to dislike the cramps and swelling that quickly follow. I devised a simple method designed to force me to take the enema and hold it in for a while. I changed into one of my favorite outfits (being dressed feels much sexier than being naked). My username should make this obvious—it’s a traditional schoolgirl PE kit. I’m never entirely sure where that kink originated, but over time I’ve collected quite a few different colors. Today I thought “Enemas = posh girls at the spa,” so I chose what I consider to be “posh girl” colors: a white Aertex PE top, maroon nylon gym knickers, a maroon pleated gym skirt, white knee socks, and black slip-on pimsolls. I went out into the garage and set up the stocking-and-ring ice release mechanism to drop the keys. I used two ice cubes (which should melt in about 40 minutes). This might seem like a long time, but it usually takes me around 20 minutes to get everything ready, plus another 10 minutes to build up enough courage to lock that final padlock. So, really, only about 10 minutes of waiting until the keys drop. I then filled the enema bag with water and tied it from one of the garage rafters so it hung roughly 1.2 meters off the floor. Next, I chained my ankles using a chain dog choker collar and two small padlocks—basically a single chain with loops at both ends, leaving about 6 inches of slack between them. The next step was inserting the enema tube. I removed my skirt and pulled down the gym knickers before putting the tube in. Then back came the knickers and the skirt, followed by clamping the tube shut with a clothes peg attached to a length of string. I opened the valve on the enema bag and was relieved to see that the peg was indeed stopping the water flow as intended. I then chained my wrists together using another chain dog collar and two more padlocks, again leaving about 6 inches of slack. Because it was such a simple setup, only five minutes had passed by the time I knelt on the floor, spread my knees, and reached back between my legs to use that final large padlock to connect the wrist chain to the ankle chain. Everything was connected, but before locking that last big padlock, I took a moment to review my situation. So there I was, kneeling with my face flat on the garage floor and my bottom stuck up in the air, with the enema tube running up toward the water-filled bag. My wrists were attached to my ankles, and wearing my schoolgirl PE kit, I looked up to ensure the key release mechanism was set correctly. Everything felt “good to go,” so I snapped that final padlock shut. This gave me about 30 minutes to wait for the keys to drop, which wasn’t a problem since this position was quite comfortable. The enema was still clamped off, and I discovered that with my wrists attached to my ankles in this way, I could easily reach my penis and get some stimulation. At that point, I thought “forget the enema for now; I’ll play my self-tease game for the next 20 minutes or so.” My self-tease routine involves masturbating while counting to 20. When I hit 20, I stop and count up to 100 before starting again for another 20 seconds of stimulation. This cycle continues until I climax. Like many others on this forum, when that happens, I find myself wanting out of the self bondage ASAP. The key to this game is lasting as long as possible before coming. Usually, it takes me more than ten cycles because just 20 seconds of stimulation only gets me close, while the 100-second break gives enough time for my arousal to come down. Essentially, I cycle between being highly aroused and cooling down, knowing that if I go over the edge too soon, I’ll have a longer time stuck in bondage covered in cum and eager to get out!!! So off I went, arousing myself, then counting to 100 before starting again. After about five cycles, another “great” idea struck me: If I held onto the length of string attached to the peg clamping the enema tube shut, I would have to be more careful while stimulating myself to ensure I didn’t accidentally release it. I tried this and found that my self-stimulation became much less vigorous than before. I started the seventh cycle, and as I reached 14 in my count, I heard a “snap” as the peg was pulled out of the tube. A sudden rush of water up my bottom confirmed what my calculations had told me: I would be stuck like this for another 15 minutes or so. Then things got even worse because I felt myself coming inside those gym knickers. Almost immediately, I came down from that “self-bondage high” and started pulling on the chains to get free. There was no way out; I’d done too good a job. I looked up at the keys—no sign of them dropping yet. The enema was now fully inside me, and the cramps had already begun. I definitely couldn’t stand this discomfort for much longer than 10 more minutes! I found that I could struggle to my feet and started straightening my legs, hoping I might reach the hanging keys with my head to knock them free. I couldn’t quite reach them, but I discovered that if I raised myself up onto my tiptoes while bent over—with wrists attached to ankles by chains and padlocks (imagine bending forward to touch your toes)—the pressure from the enema inside me was released because my bottom was now higher than the enema bag, allowing the water to flow back into it. I can’t describe how good that felt; no more cramping!! I lowered myself off my tiptoes and squatted down to ease the tension in my back and legs from being bent over. As I did this, the enema flowed right back into me, bringing the cramps/pain with it. So I went straight back up on my tiptoes again to push the water out. I just wanted out now because I had already come and was experiencing serious discomfort, whether from the enema or from bending over while standing on tiptoe. The keys were still taunting me by hanging there in the stocking while I stood bent over with an enema tube appearing from my gym skirt waistband. After 10 minutes of constantly shifting between having the enema inside me and suffering aching legs/back/ankles from bending over, I was firmly back in “sub-space.” Five minutes later, the keys dropped. I unlocked everything before heading back into the house to relieve myself of the remaining enema and consider how good or bad the session had been. Hope you enjoyed this true story