Ishana’s plaything part 4
I woke up at 10:30 sharp, seeing that Ishana and I wondered if she had live there with me for three hours continuously if she gotten up and done things. She smirked at me saying, “I hope you’re well rested Dimitri, because now it’s time to play those other games i mentioned!”
She from the covers off of us, helped me out of the bed and then led me to the bathroom, right next door to her bedroom, by the wrist. As we walked inside, I could see that the floor was a mint green color, the sink and shower/tub were made of a pristine, porcelain white, beneath the sink was a cabinet with yellow painted wood, and the doors are painted yellow too, and the ceiling was designed with painted mint leaves.
“Someday you and I are going to shower together, and I’m gonna make sure that all the cracks and crevices on your body are clean. I expect you to do the same to me, baby, “Ishana whispered wickedly in my ear. I couldn’t help blushing or eeping, even though she had already seen me naked. She giggled at this, and then let go of my wrist and pointed to the tile floor, saying, “Down boy!” as though I were a dog. I obeyed, gasping slightly as the cool tile hit my knees, and then she sat sideways on my back. I blushed as she did so, and then groaned at her weight, pressing down on my spine. She gently but firmly grabbed my hair, raised her hand, and brought it down hard on my unprotected bum while shouting “Giddyup!”
I treated and immediately started crawling around the bathroom, with her making me get in the small cramped space between the sink and the toilet and behind the toilet. He also made me get into the tub and crawler around there, where I’ve been down to make sure my head didn’t hit the gold tub faucet. Once we were done the bathroom, she directed me into the hall her palm still coming down on my ass. I went up and down the hallway covering every inch of the pink carpet. Then I called back into her bedroom covering every area there too. “Faster, horsey, faster. The Asian Indian girl shouted, hit me harder because my screens got louder too. I got on top of her bed has ordered and crawled around on it. Ishana momentarily stop so that I could plant both of my feet on the floor and get off the bed, saying that was unsafe for me to try to crawl down on the floor on my hands. “Now back on all fours! We’re going downstairs,“ she ordered me. I looked at her and surprise asking, “Isn’t your mom so down there? Won’t she see us?”
Shook her head and she said, “No, she’s not down there anymore at 9 o’clock. She went upstairs her bedroom put her air purifier on for eight hours and fell asleep. And don’t worry, she didn’t bother to check under the covers, which means she didn’t see you naked!”
I breathed a sign of relief, then she pointed to the floor again, and I got down on my hands and knees again. Ishana sat back on my back, grabbed my hair once more, and I started slapping my bum. Once again as I crawled out of her bedroom as fast as I could, the slaps rattling my teeth, all the way to the top of the stairs. I was allowed to stand up once more, so I could walk safely down the stairs, and Ishana rubbed my buttocks as I did, soothing the pain there, much to my appreciation. The gentleness has ended once I was at bottom of the stairs, as she firmly carefully guided me back to the on-all-fours position and started battering my behind once again. I covered every inch of the foyer at a frantic pace, before crawling back-and-forth and horizontal fashion down the hallway till I got to the living room, which I covered in a vertical direction. My butt was on fire and my legs arms were burning along with my throat, aching from a screaming, but I didn’t dare stop fearing more severe punishment. Once I go to the dining room, Ishana made me crawl under the tables and the chairs, and then I went into the kitchen. The hard tile against my aching muscles was brutal, but I somehow managed to cover the space, also going to be beneath a small table which telephone rested on in the kitchen. The table was square shaped and oiled to a raise brown color. Once back in the dining room, she called me, “Good horsey!“ and got off before I collapsed on my arms and legs. Ishana then grabbed my waist and then put my left arm around her shoulders, carrying me back on the hallway and back up the stairs to her bedroom. Laying my body flat on the bed, she took the covers off and then whispered in my ear, “Don’t you worry baby, I’m gonna soothe those aching muscles.”
I watched her go to her nightstand and pick up bottle of lotion with a mixed kiwi-minted scent. Then she uncapped it turns upside down and squeezed a massive dollop of it onto my back, making me gasped at the cool sensation. Then she straddle my buttocks and proceeded to rub the lotion onto my back shoulders, neck, waist, and arms. I clinched the bedsheets, shuttered, and groaned, telling her, “That feels so good ISHANA, please don’t stop?!”
She giggled girlish and leaned down to whisper in my ear
“Don’t worry, honey, I won’t!”
Ishana continued massaging me, kneading her fingers into my sore muscles and soothing them, moving from buttocks to straddle my knees once she wars done with my upper half, and rubbing lotion into the switch welts and handprints on my buttocks. Her soft hands in the soft cream filled even better on the throbbing switch, welts and handprints the covered Mike Easter. When the time came to do my size in my calves, ISHANA stop straddling me completely, sitting on her knees in the bed with her feet against the footboard while she rubbed yet more lotion to them. ISHANA once all the lotion have been rubbed in would go back to the bottle and pour more on the area. She intended to rub. Even when she had rubbed each area, she got more listening for the bottle and started over from my neck to my shoulders to my back so my butt to my thighs to my legs into my feet, continuing until the entire bottle was empty. Then, after throwing the empty lotion bottle into her bedroom’s trashcan, she blew her cool breath onto my lotion-slicked back, making me shiver as it interacted with the cool substance that had moisturized my skin. After that, the Asian Indian girl whispered in my ear, “do you know what an enema is honey?” I gasped and looked at her in shock, which made her giggle and then stuttered, “Y-Yes!”
“ well, you’re about to get one!“ ISHANA declared the mysterious voice before grabbing my stomach and sliding me so that my legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, and the upper part of my body was laying horizontally across it. Then she quickly disappeared downstairs. I heard her take something out from under the kitchen sink cabinet and then I heard her go to the refrigerator and press down the water dispenser. After that, the sadist again, girl walked carefully but steadily to the stairs and up them and then to the hall, the entire bedroom. As much as I didn’t want to come when she stopped I turned around. I saw that she had a syringe that was as large as a pint and crystal clear. It looked you made a plastic to the brim with water, which I knew since it came from dispenser was ice cold. She walked towards me and buried my face in the bed sheet. ISHANA then said, “spread those butt cheeks!” And I immediately obeyed, reaching back with both my hands, and pulling my buttocks apart, exposing the pink rosebud. That was my anus for her to see. I blushed horribly, but my embarrassment was quickly replaced with trepidation as I felt the plastic of the nozzle against. Literally kept it there for 10 seconds to torture the anticipation before shoving it in and making me let out a shriek like a scared kitten. Of course that she was not compared to the prima donna like Bella I let out as she pushed down on the nozzle, sending cold water into my rectum and intestines. The sensation was nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It felt as the wave of cold was literally freezing my body from my butt hole to the top of my body and down to the bottom of my body. Again, ISHANA took 10 seconds to finish injecting the water so it’s to prolong my suffering.
“You’ll hold that in for 60 seconds if you know what’s good for you! You should lie on your back and lift up your knees to your chin, that’ll make it a lot easier Dimitri.”
I live here in disbelief, thinking there was no way I would be able to keep this water inside of me for a whole minute, even if I did use her technique. But my fear of punishment for disobedience was greater, so I did as she said, lying back, bringing my knees up to my chin, and making sure you’re not a single drop of water spilled out. Anytime she rubbed my belly, which sort of helped with the cramps. No sooner did she say times up, as ISHANA had been counting the second in her head, did I flew myself off the bed land of my feet and run to her bathroom next-door quickly we’re leaving myself. I heard and felt the food that I consumed earlier coming out of my intestines. Once I stopped expelling, my stomach felt lighter since it had no water and no more feces inside of it. I made sure to wipe myself good before flushing the toilet, and then washing my hands with the honey lemon liquid soap, which also had tiny little beads mixed in with it, in her bathroom, not wanting to be punished for not doing so. Once I got back to her room, she wrapped her arms on my waist and warned meet at the next time we play a game she would shove a hairbrush or a hanger or fingers or fist or her toes or her feet or something of my ass. I guessed when she left it and then ISHANA said, “I’m not doing that today because that would be fair to you. I have both an enema and a butt fucking session. I’m not that mean.”
She from the covers off of us, helped me out of the bed and then led me to the bathroom, right next door to her bedroom, by the wrist. As we walked inside, I could see that the floor was a mint green color, the sink and shower/tub were made of a pristine, porcelain white, beneath the sink was a cabinet with yellow painted wood, and the doors are painted yellow too, and the ceiling was designed with painted mint leaves.
“Someday you and I are going to shower together, and I’m gonna make sure that all the cracks and crevices on your body are clean. I expect you to do the same to me, baby, “Ishana whispered wickedly in my ear. I couldn’t help blushing or eeping, even though she had already seen me naked. She giggled at this, and then let go of my wrist and pointed to the tile floor, saying, “Down boy!” as though I were a dog. I obeyed, gasping slightly as the cool tile hit my knees, and then she sat sideways on my back. I blushed as she did so, and then groaned at her weight, pressing down on my spine. She gently but firmly grabbed my hair, raised her hand, and brought it down hard on my unprotected bum while shouting “Giddyup!”
I treated and immediately started crawling around the bathroom, with her making me get in the small cramped space between the sink and the toilet and behind the toilet. He also made me get into the tub and crawler around there, where I’ve been down to make sure my head didn’t hit the gold tub faucet. Once we were done the bathroom, she directed me into the hall her palm still coming down on my ass. I went up and down the hallway covering every inch of the pink carpet. Then I called back into her bedroom covering every area there too. “Faster, horsey, faster. The Asian Indian girl shouted, hit me harder because my screens got louder too. I got on top of her bed has ordered and crawled around on it. Ishana momentarily stop so that I could plant both of my feet on the floor and get off the bed, saying that was unsafe for me to try to crawl down on the floor on my hands. “Now back on all fours! We’re going downstairs,“ she ordered me. I looked at her and surprise asking, “Isn’t your mom so down there? Won’t she see us?”
Shook her head and she said, “No, she’s not down there anymore at 9 o’clock. She went upstairs her bedroom put her air purifier on for eight hours and fell asleep. And don’t worry, she didn’t bother to check under the covers, which means she didn’t see you naked!”
I breathed a sign of relief, then she pointed to the floor again, and I got down on my hands and knees again. Ishana sat back on my back, grabbed my hair once more, and I started slapping my bum. Once again as I crawled out of her bedroom as fast as I could, the slaps rattling my teeth, all the way to the top of the stairs. I was allowed to stand up once more, so I could walk safely down the stairs, and Ishana rubbed my buttocks as I did, soothing the pain there, much to my appreciation. The gentleness has ended once I was at bottom of the stairs, as she firmly carefully guided me back to the on-all-fours position and started battering my behind once again. I covered every inch of the foyer at a frantic pace, before crawling back-and-forth and horizontal fashion down the hallway till I got to the living room, which I covered in a vertical direction. My butt was on fire and my legs arms were burning along with my throat, aching from a screaming, but I didn’t dare stop fearing more severe punishment. Once I go to the dining room, Ishana made me crawl under the tables and the chairs, and then I went into the kitchen. The hard tile against my aching muscles was brutal, but I somehow managed to cover the space, also going to be beneath a small table which telephone rested on in the kitchen. The table was square shaped and oiled to a raise brown color. Once back in the dining room, she called me, “Good horsey!“ and got off before I collapsed on my arms and legs. Ishana then grabbed my waist and then put my left arm around her shoulders, carrying me back on the hallway and back up the stairs to her bedroom. Laying my body flat on the bed, she took the covers off and then whispered in my ear, “Don’t you worry baby, I’m gonna soothe those aching muscles.”
I watched her go to her nightstand and pick up bottle of lotion with a mixed kiwi-minted scent. Then she uncapped it turns upside down and squeezed a massive dollop of it onto my back, making me gasped at the cool sensation. Then she straddle my buttocks and proceeded to rub the lotion onto my back shoulders, neck, waist, and arms. I clinched the bedsheets, shuttered, and groaned, telling her, “That feels so good ISHANA, please don’t stop?!”
She giggled girlish and leaned down to whisper in my ear
“Don’t worry, honey, I won’t!”
Ishana continued massaging me, kneading her fingers into my sore muscles and soothing them, moving from buttocks to straddle my knees once she wars done with my upper half, and rubbing lotion into the switch welts and handprints on my buttocks. Her soft hands in the soft cream filled even better on the throbbing switch, welts and handprints the covered Mike Easter. When the time came to do my size in my calves, ISHANA stop straddling me completely, sitting on her knees in the bed with her feet against the footboard while she rubbed yet more lotion to them. ISHANA once all the lotion have been rubbed in would go back to the bottle and pour more on the area. She intended to rub. Even when she had rubbed each area, she got more listening for the bottle and started over from my neck to my shoulders to my back so my butt to my thighs to my legs into my feet, continuing until the entire bottle was empty. Then, after throwing the empty lotion bottle into her bedroom’s trashcan, she blew her cool breath onto my lotion-slicked back, making me shiver as it interacted with the cool substance that had moisturized my skin. After that, the Asian Indian girl whispered in my ear, “do you know what an enema is honey?” I gasped and looked at her in shock, which made her giggle and then stuttered, “Y-Yes!”
“ well, you’re about to get one!“ ISHANA declared the mysterious voice before grabbing my stomach and sliding me so that my legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, and the upper part of my body was laying horizontally across it. Then she quickly disappeared downstairs. I heard her take something out from under the kitchen sink cabinet and then I heard her go to the refrigerator and press down the water dispenser. After that, the sadist again, girl walked carefully but steadily to the stairs and up them and then to the hall, the entire bedroom. As much as I didn’t want to come when she stopped I turned around. I saw that she had a syringe that was as large as a pint and crystal clear. It looked you made a plastic to the brim with water, which I knew since it came from dispenser was ice cold. She walked towards me and buried my face in the bed sheet. ISHANA then said, “spread those butt cheeks!” And I immediately obeyed, reaching back with both my hands, and pulling my buttocks apart, exposing the pink rosebud. That was my anus for her to see. I blushed horribly, but my embarrassment was quickly replaced with trepidation as I felt the plastic of the nozzle against. Literally kept it there for 10 seconds to torture the anticipation before shoving it in and making me let out a shriek like a scared kitten. Of course that she was not compared to the prima donna like Bella I let out as she pushed down on the nozzle, sending cold water into my rectum and intestines. The sensation was nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It felt as the wave of cold was literally freezing my body from my butt hole to the top of my body and down to the bottom of my body. Again, ISHANA took 10 seconds to finish injecting the water so it’s to prolong my suffering.
“You’ll hold that in for 60 seconds if you know what’s good for you! You should lie on your back and lift up your knees to your chin, that’ll make it a lot easier Dimitri.”
I live here in disbelief, thinking there was no way I would be able to keep this water inside of me for a whole minute, even if I did use her technique. But my fear of punishment for disobedience was greater, so I did as she said, lying back, bringing my knees up to my chin, and making sure you’re not a single drop of water spilled out. Anytime she rubbed my belly, which sort of helped with the cramps. No sooner did she say times up, as ISHANA had been counting the second in her head, did I flew myself off the bed land of my feet and run to her bathroom next-door quickly we’re leaving myself. I heard and felt the food that I consumed earlier coming out of my intestines. Once I stopped expelling, my stomach felt lighter since it had no water and no more feces inside of it. I made sure to wipe myself good before flushing the toilet, and then washing my hands with the honey lemon liquid soap, which also had tiny little beads mixed in with it, in her bathroom, not wanting to be punished for not doing so. Once I got back to her room, she wrapped her arms on my waist and warned meet at the next time we play a game she would shove a hairbrush or a hanger or fingers or fist or her toes or her feet or something of my ass. I guessed when she left it and then ISHANA said, “I’m not doing that today because that would be fair to you. I have both an enema and a butt fucking session. I’m not that mean.”
31-35, M