For my job I have to stay away overnight and that usually ends up as a massive wanking session in my room, so this night as usual i booked in and went...to my room, i stripped off, had a shower, and put on seamed stockings and a suspender belt(black) with a pair of frilly sissy pants in pink, and a pink quarter cup bra, i put my clothes back on, and went down to the dining room, as it was midweek the place was vey quiet, as i went to sit down, two men at an adjacent table nodded, both were in. I smiled a reassurance and smiled to myself about what Iwas about to do to him.As he lay there with a game smile on his face, I prepared the enemasolution. A very large quantity of the solution. Jacqueline must beclean. I placed the filled enema bag on the hanging stand right whereJacque could see it's fullness.He looked and he shuddered. Then Iattached a rather large enema nozzle right in front of Jacque's eyes tothe hose from the bag. Then I had Jacque kiss the nozzle. I smiled andquickly put. She orgasmed at my word, with no preparation, no matter what activity she was engaged in or where she was, and she would do so up to fifty times in a row. I suspected I could get that last number higher, but it was a matter of muscle tone, not willpower and I had already used a substantial part of the summer. After so many weeks of pleasure training it was a treat for my sadistic side to put her through avoidance therapy. One morning she found herself tied tightly, bound in one of the many. Which I didn’t. I had no desire to. Everyone said it was gross. That’s just the thing.“Everyone”. Once the words “everyone” and “gross” are attached to something, it somehow becomes the truth. So, naturally I was not, AT ALL, in the mood to try it, especially with a guy I never met. I thought he was going to force himself on me, and I’d have to scream, but he didn’t. He just asked if he could “taste me”. I was a little embarrassed and kinda grossed out, but I think the fact that I was relieved.