Princess Natasha has decided that Her training of me would benefit by some prolonged, enforced orgasm control. Of course, many of you have submitted to Her orgasm control, and are now quite firmly under Her thumb, which is where you should be. That is how She gains control over Her prospective sissy slaves, which makes you grateful for Her attention to your training. You love being Her toy.

But Princessa has decided to go a step farther with me, and deprive me not only of random orgasms, but also of Herself for a period of time to be determined by Her, as a means of testing me, torturing me and binding me to Her more tightly than ever.

It all started over lunch, as so many of our adventures do. i had been required to run an errand, in this case to get Her some hair product at Needless Mark-up and meet Her at the sushi joint nearby. The counter ladies at NM are not nearly as sophisticated as those at Macy’s Benefit counter, and they were plainly taken aback at the blue eye shadow Princess prefers me to wear, and no doubt found my heavily made-up lips disconcerting…as do i.

At any rate, once seated with the Princessa and as W/we waited for Her order, Princess Natasha passed over the table to me a babydoll camisole and told me to get it on(!) in the bathroom which i did. It was very tight, and the beaded bodice which was also lightly padded was very visible under my (required) white button down boy shirt. You may recall that Princessa has stated that i shall eventually have big, bouncy breasts.

Princessa loved the look. i was somewhat less sanguine, but it DID serve to make me feel naughty, vulnerable and sissified, certainly everything Princessa intended i feel.

Then the long walk to the studio, to subsequently strip to lingerie, and then be put into trance almost in a single moment. Princess Natasha’s ability to put me under, and put me deeply under, is growing geometrically, and the more She does it, the less i conciously remember of Her suggestions. She believes that is a function of the depth of the trance, which is probably so. This is as She prefers it, and truth be known i believe Her suggestions are activities and behaviors which She could get me to adopt eventually anyway, but instilled in me this way they are entwined in my psyche much more insidiously, the results much more immediate.

In any event, Princessa had decided that i needed to be a clean little bitch, since, She had informed me, it would be some time before i was allowed to see Her again, and this was also to be a non-orgasm training day, and besides, cleanliness is next to Goddessliness, and therefore as close as i could aspire to the woman which Princessa wishes me to emulate.

Into the hard room, on my back, legs in the air while She put cuffs on my ankles. Onto the bench, ankles attached to the spreader bar, wrist also cuffed and then chained beneath the bench…and then i saw the enema bags hanging from the spreader bar.

The reason i hadn’t seen them before was because it has become more and more difficult for me to meet Princess Natasha’s gaze, (or that of any woman i find attractive) and therefore i have my eyes downcast most of the time. This has only started recently, but i seem unable to look Her in the eye for more than a second or two. Princess Natasha very much approves of this new sign of submission, especially since it is something She has not verbally required of me. (If you should meet me at an event, forgive my seeming shyness…it is not seeming at all…).

Then She plugged the enema wand into me and started filling my pussy… Soooooo full! A couple of bags over a period of time, with the pussy-plug She was using as a wand (it has a hole through the center to allow the fluid through), and the Princessa was enjoying my discomfort immensely, especially because my clitty, soft and small as it has been trained, jerked and trembled with evey new onlsaught.

But what of the other enema bag, you ask. i did, too, stupid sandra, because i should have known better. As soon as the question was out of my mouth, the wand of the bag was shoved into it, and Princessa started flushing the fluid down my throat, with the admonition that i spill none of it, while my pussy was simulatneously filling. And, no, it was not water, and, no, it was not wine. It was all Princessa, and so much of Her! Like the nursery rhyme, there i was, three bags full!

As part of my toilet training, Princess Natasha has informed me that i will buy and bring with me when i visit Her a plastic sports bottle, not the Lance Armstrong version but something along the lines of my Hello Kitty purse She makes me bring everywhere, something girly. She is going to fill it with Her nectar, so whenW/we are out in public i will never be without the ability to drink Her on Her command. A whole new play on the term, “Drink to Your health!” i suspect Princess Natasha plans that it sometimes be filled with my own byproduct, so i don’t get delusions of grandeur, or perhaps too many female hormones…

When i could stand it no more, Princessa led me off to the bathroom, where i unburdened myself over the next ten minutes or so…and that was it. No clitty rubbing, no orgasm, no electricity (thank Goddess) and no whipping.

That was my water baby day, a liquid day, and the last play day with Princessa for probably three weeks. i am already bereft, feeling punished, and will from this time forward be ready for ever more humiliation, degradation and slavery if only She deigns to see me again, which is, of course, the whole reason She has decided to ignore me. Go find another Mistress, you might think. Are you out of your mind?

i can only hope Princessa will see me at the end of the last week in July, after She returns from Las Vegas, but as you can probably guess, i have come to realize i will attend Her whenever and wherever She wants to see me, or it is convenient, or fits Her economic requirements. Her use of me is totally Her choice now, and meaningless to me, since all i live for is Her need…as it should be. i am truely Hers to command.

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