He tipped me back again so I was sitting on my rear in this enforced half-lotus position, and began filling me through the second tube.He tipped me back again so I was sitting on my rear in this enforced half-lotus position, and began filling me through the second tube. As I became fuller and fuller I eventually became unable to hold my stomach in any more. I had to relax and let my abdomen distend under the water pressure. My stomach protruded and filled my lap. The hot water bottle was suspend- ed four feet overhead and I couldn't prevent the flow by pushing back; neither could I stop the flow by clenching my rear opening: the tube would not collapse. Before I became uncomfortable he stopped the flow, took out the gag and unstrapped my legs. It took me several moments of intense pain and whimpering to straighten my legs after being in that position for so long. I thought he was through with me, that this was all he was going to do, but I was wrong. He stood me up, strapped my ankles close together so I could only take the tiniest of steps, and locked my arms to an overhead chain. I watched while he taped a loop of the water tube to the flange of a vibrator and put it inside my sex with the tube between my clitoris and the flange. He taped it in place. Then he moved a chest of drawers nearby. I didn't know what the hell he was doing. Then he started the flow and turned on the vibrator. "What are you doing to me?" I asked. "You can stop the flow by pressing the vibrator against the edge of the chest of drawers," he said. He put the ring gag in my mouth. At least it wasn't the ball gag again. I began filling up. After a while I began to feel uncomfortable and pressed against the tube, which transmitted the vibrations directly to my clitoris, but it stopped the flow. |