Thinking It Out

Tifa found the cramps from holding her enemas reduced steadily each time, as her body got more used to the process. It gave her fewer and fewer times of true clarity to think on things. But by the time she had expelled her fourth enema, she had become stuck on a dreadful thought.

Being able to lick her own slit was a real, teenaged fantasy of Tifa’s, from when she lived in Nibelheim. It had been a favourite fantasy during puberty, when it seemed that all she could think of was sex and pleasure. It was a perverted and embarrassing dream that she had very purposely forgotten about.

Moreover, the underlying desire to push on was always there in the back of her mind. Tifa’s lust-drunk-self had been just as determined to move on and win as when she was in her more composed moments.

Automatically setting up the enema, Tifa swallowed thickly, wondering if it was anything other than the lust pushing her into doing and thinking all those things. Was it just old fantasies using the opportunity to come out and show themselves? And if so, what else was a reflection of old or hidden desires being brought to the fore?

Did she secretly want to be a slut?

Had she always turned on by being humiliated?

Of being watched while being fucked?

Surely she couldn’t like being spanked and punished…could she?

She didn’t like the faint thought that answered her, and she ruthlessly ignored it.

As she lay there with her fifth and final enema beginning to fill her, Tifa pushed aside her questions. She instead, consoled herself. No matter what, even while out of control from pleasure and lust, she had kept pushing on to complete her task. No matter what, at her core, she still wanted to get things over with and win.

Hesitatingly at first, but with growing firmness, Tifa thought, ‘I’ll always want to win, so I might as well let go and enjoy myself,’ and…Tifa quietly admitted to herself that she’d quickly go insane otherwise.

Shivering, Tifa tried to keep her rising arousal from completely overwhelming herself and finished her thought, ‘This won’t be forever after all and I’ll be disguised in a bit. So whatever I do before I win, won’t mean anything…They’ll just be pleasurable memories…Experiences locked away in my head…No one will know.’

Sighing, she disconnected the tubes for the last time and then, hesitatingly, cupped her breasts before tweaking her still hard nipples. Shuddering in delight, Tifa purposely kept her fingers off the sensitive nubs of her nipples contented herself with squeezing and massaging her big tits.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being filled by her enema. Tifa had gotten more and more used to the sensation with each bag that filled her ass. The feeling had become more and more pleasant each time, with the cramps beginning later and lasting a shorter and shorter amount of time. She found herself increasingly turned on by the act.

Each enema had made the hot tingling inside her bowels more intense, the tingling growing in small steps until it had reached a plateau, stopping just before the cramps set in. This time, it was different. The steps of intensifying heated tingling came, one after another, but didn’t seem to stop. They marched forwards, on and on, testing her control.

Moaning, Tifa allowed her slick thighs rub against each other but steadfastly kept herself from stroking her aching snatch. She kept her hands occupied, playing with her breasts, only occasionally allowing her fingers to flick over her diamond hard nipples. They constantly ached, demanding her attention, asking…begging to be touched and abused. Thankfully, they also ached from constantly being hard; they had been rock hard ever since she had put on the collar. The low level pain kept her from wanting to play with them too much.

Tifa almost missed the timer going off, luxuriating as she was in the constantly intensifying effects of her enema. She stilled her pleasurable squirming for a moment, confused about the alarm going off so soon. The internal tingling of her body was still growing, not having reached a plateau like before.

Tifa wondered if she had done something wrong, so she glanced over at the timer. It was a simple thing, with only one button so there really wasn’t anything to screw up. Hesitatingly, she reached out and shut the alarm off.

Chewing on her lip, Tifa worried about how the tingling hadn’t leveled off like before. Every enema before had been the same in the end, with a plateau just a minute or two before the alarm going off. Should she just go ahead and release the liquid in her bowels or had she really screwed up the timer somehow?