Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2011 21:18:53 +0100
From: Raunch Pig <raunchpig@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Raunch-pig Part 1

	A series of sexual encounters predominately featuring bondage pain
raunch CBT piss scat and other such fetish themes, set around my life as I
wish it could have been. If this isnt your thing then move on but if you
like sleaze piss domination ect then read on



	My first ever sexual experience was a few years ago now, up till
that point I had never done anything, but I had access to the internet so I
had developed a keen sense of what I was into and had decided that my first
experience was going to be spectacular.

	I had been talking to a local dom guy for a few months and had just
about plucked up enough courage to meet him, we had discussed our limits
and he had explained some what of what we were planning, but the details
were left to him.

	I arrived at the train station that was nearest to him as arranged,
I saw him standing next to the exit dressed in leathers, I cautiously
walked up to him, "hello boi," he said

"Hello Sir," I replied, trying to stop my jaw dropping at this god stood in
front of me,

"Ready for the best week of your life thus far?" he said

"Yes," trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.

	Then he walked out, and I followed him, just round the corner, and
down a side alley there was a top of the range Harley Davidson, he opened
the box on the back and got out a crash helmet, he handed me the helmet and
helped me get it on.

	He then got on the bike and motioned me to get on behind him, I put
my arms around him and we sped off. It wasn't a long journey, luckily as I
was only wearing jeans and a shirt, because of the hot summer weather. We
pulled into a modest size farmhouse, set off the road with a few
outbuildings, he pulled up next to the house and we got off, he helped the
helmet off and I followed him into the kitchen of the house. There was the
large scrubbed pine table and simple but stylish furniture, with a large
Belfast sink. "sit" as he pulled out a chair for me, "tea?" he asked.

	"Yes please sir" I said

	He busied himself with the tea and I just sat there, mouth dry in
anticipation, of the coming week, we had arranged that halfway through I
was going to call someone to make sure I was alive and well but other than
that I was not going to have access to my "normal" life.

	"Here boi," he handed me the cup of tea and sat down opposite with
one, "so, are you ready for this week?" he enquired.

	" I think so, Sir"

	"Good Good, its going to be the making of you I feel"

	"yes sir," I replied, not sure what he meant or what to say.

	We then exchanged small talk and drank our tea.

	He then downed his cup and stood up, "right lets begin" he said

	He walked up behind me and put, "this is the last thing you are
going to hear for a while," and he put earplugs into my ears and pulled a
thick anatomical rubber hood and secured the straps around the back of my
head and strapped the blindfold over my eyes. He then put a gag at my mouth
and I tentatively opened my mouth and he slid it deep inside, what I didn't
realise it that it was a inflatable gag and when the straps were done up he
inflated it pressing my bottom jaw down into the bottom of the hood. He
then did up the thick strap around the my neck, and I felt the click of a
padlock.

	He then helped me stand up and guided me out the door and across
the yard and into a outbuilding, his hand on my shoulder, indicated me to
stop, I then felt him unbutton my shirt and slip it off my shoulders, the
warm summer draught from the open door blew over my shoulders. He then
unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop down my legs, he then lifted each
foot individually and put them back on the floor, out of my trousers, I
stood there naked apart from the hood covering my face, the heat slowly
causing a light sheen of sweat.

	After a few moments stood there, I felt him press down on my
shoulders motioning me to sit, gingerly I bent my knees expecting to fall
on my arse but he had put a chair for me to sit. Then I felt him lifting my
foot up and sliding on something rubber, the inside was slick with
something, I presume lube, he guided my toes into the moulded rubber and
slid the leg up to my knees, he then did the other one.

	He then helped me stand up, he lifted my arms up and got me to hold
onto a bar, he then slid the suit up to my waist, smoothing out the
creases, he then helped my cock and balls through a hole in the suit, which
acted more or less like a cockring, he then guided my hands back down to
the chair and motioned me to mend over and spread my legs.

	After inserting a rather cold lubed steel plug up my hole, (which I
was used to after buying a training set for my 15th birthday) I was then
stood back up again and my hands were slid into the sleeves of the suit,
which I had worked out by this point, then after a good deal of struggling
I was in the suit which zipped up the back, and the collar was removed from
the hood and the broad collar of the suit must have had corresponding holes
for the loops on the collar, the collar was redone and the padlock was
replaced locking the suit onto me and the hood to the suit.

	Sir then spent a few minutes massaging the creases out and
spreading the lube over my body, I felt him walk away and when he returned
he applied some cold lube to mu cock and slid a thick rubber tube over it
and after a bit of fiddling I felt it enclose my balls and slide over the
ring on the suit creating a seal.

	He then motioned me across the room, and made me sit in a large
padded chair, I felt Sir putting a pair of bondage mitts on me and then he
fitted all the straps, over my arms on my legs and across my chest, then
for a few moments there was nothing, I flexed my muscles and there was no
room for movement, the only thing I could move was my head.

	Then I felt him hold my head and fit a thick posture collar under
my chin, then the straps were done up forcing my head back into the padded
headrest, and he then put 2 straps from the sides of the hood and one from
the top rendering me completely immobile.

	I do not have any idea how long he left me there, but it soon got
very sweaty, my cock rock solid all they way through. After what felt like
an eternity, but was probably just a few hours I needed a piss, I tried
wriggling my hips to indicate my needs, after a while of this I couldn't
hold it any longer and let it flow, I didn't realise that Sir had attached
a tube to the sheath of rubber on my cock to the gag in my mouth, so before
long I felt the piss running down my throat, there is nothing you can do
but swallow when your mouth is filled with rubber.

	After another long stint of not being able to move, trying to move
to alleviate boredom, and not succeeding, I first thought I was imagining
it but after a few pulses I realises that the plug up my arse was sending
an electric current into mu sphincter causing it to flex and release, it
slowly started to grow in strength and frequency and before it stopped I
was struggling against the pleasure it was pulsing through my bowels, then
it stopped and I was left there numb and sweating. A few minutes later it
all started again, and continued this cycle till I thought I would go mad
with the pleasure.

	It stopped the gag was deflated and instinctively I flexed my jaw,
the gag was removed with a long trail of spit, then sir gave me a long
passionate kiss, the touch of this man was amazing after the isolation of
bondage, it was also the first kiss I had ever had off a man, I was
complete at last.

	Slowly Sir undid the straps and released me from the chair, and
carried me over and laid down on a rubber covered bed, I was so exhausted
from the chair I dropped off almost immediately.



Day 2

	I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes and wondered if I had,
I felt sir stroke me to let me know he was there, he motioned me to sit up
and he unbuckled the hood and slipped it off my head, there was a little
light from the crack in the curtains but not enough to hurt my eyes, I
looked next to me and there was Sir smiling and taking the plugs out my
ears.

	"sleep well?" sir asked.

	"yes thank you, that was great," I said, he pulled my sweaty head
close to his and into a long passionate kiss, "you did great boi," I
grinned.

	I looked at my surroundings, I was in a converted shed, the door
was at the far end with windows down the sides of the room, all with
leather curtains, there was every fixture and fitting any kinkster could
want, shelves stacked high with leather and rubber, a fucking bench, dental
chair, St Andrews cross, chains, cages not to mention a whole manner of
things I hadn't seen before. We sat there and discussed the previous
evening, I was in somewhat of a daze, anticipating the week to come.

	"right boi, its time to get you cleaned out for your next trial" he
said, my heart did a somersault.  He got out of the bed next to me and
walked round to my side, his slim toned body shining in a light layer of
sweat, he helped me up and led me across the room and through the door,
there was the door to the outside and another door into a different room.

	The room was less well lit than the other room and looked like a
wet room with a few pipes hanging from the ceiling and a large drain in the
centre, in the far end there was a medical exam chair with leg supports, a
bath tub in the other corner and another row of rubber.

	"This is the dirty room were were going to get you cleaned out,
I've got one of my regular slaves over to help you out." he said, across
the dim room a figure stood up, he walked over and held out his hand, he
was of similar build to Sir but with pierced nipples septum and rubber
jeans and waders.

	"nice to meet you, my names Roger, or filth-pig to Sir, well that's
more of a description," he gave me a sly wink.

	"Ben, nice to meet you" I responded

	"right boi" talking to filth-pig " you going to get this boi clean
whilst I go and fix us some breakfast?"

	"yes sir," he gave a little bow, and Sir walked out.

	"right lets get you cleaned out." he said, he led me across the
room to a medical exam chair.

	"get in Ben," I climbed in the chair and had my legs secured into
the rests and my suit was unzipped at the arse.

	"nice and sticky in there" he said, he gently eased out the plug
and dropped it into a bucket next to the chair, "right were going to give
you a good thorough enema," with that he went over to the shelves got a
enema bag, filled it with water from one of the pipes from the ceiling and
got a large looking plug with two inflation bladders attached to it, he
then hooked the bag to a chain from the ceiling and lubed up the plug from
a pot of crisco attached to the chair.

	"Right, once inside you I will inflate the inner and outer balloon
and it will create a good seal, then over the next hour or so I will be
flooding your bowels with water, holding it there and let you release it
using the tap on the plug, if you start making a lot of noise I will gag
you till its done, OK?"

	"yes Rodger" I replied, my mouth had gone dry and my heart was
racing.

	He slowly inserted the plug, gently twisting and turning it as it
went it, then the balloons were inflated and my bowel filled with water, I
could see my guts increasing in volume, when I thought I couldn't take any
more he turned off the tap and he stood beside me rubbing my stomach.

	"this will help the water do its job," he reassured me. I was
sweating and I was getting bad stomach cramps, then he turned the tap on
the plug and let the water and shit spray out, it covered his waders and
ran across the floor and down the drain. He repeated this a few times and
before long it was running clear.

	The door opened and Sir poked his head round the door, "breakfasts
nearly ready boi's, christ you have been making a mess again filth-pig,"
"you doing OK Ben?" he asked

	"yes Sir," I replied. Then a larger rubber plug was inserted and my
zip redone. Rodger released me and helped me stand up, right just stand
over there I'm just going to clean up here. He went over to the wall and
unhooked a large hosepipe, he then sprayed down the chair himself and me,
before spraying the shit down the drain. "easy," he said, proud of his
work.



This is as far as I have got so far, feel free to message me with
inspiration or criticism at raunchpig@hotmail.co.uk