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It’s called Klismaphilia

I’ve missed you, my smutty friends. Momma is just fresh back from the hospital and I’m sitting. Time to crank out some good old fashioned enema hucow smut.

Did you know the formal name for this kink is Klismaphilia? I’ll admit I did not even know of this kink when I started my writing career. After a bit of research, I narrowed my topics from BDSM to Hucow. Looking further into the data of sales, it seems that my BEST and most lucrative sellers all feature Klismaphilia or the use of enemas.

It’s fascinating really, and I’m starting to really study my keywords to help promote what I’m apparently good at in writing smut.

I’ve been not writing with good cause. My smut career seemed to be teetering on the edge of the abyss as we used all our energy and most of our resources relocating full time to the farm. Please remember that there are only rescue horses on the farm, no hucows here!

On the topic of hucow smut, I’ve started about five different stories…none of them are finished right now. For example, I stumbled upon this in my scrivener account the other day:

Found Story…Smutty Notions

“Pet?  Where are you?”

She startled when he started the conversation with that name.  He had surprised her with scenes before, always carefully worked out beforehand. He knew she loved the thrill and willingly gave him her day and body. She recalled the morning, framed in coffee, pastries, and real newsprint. It was an indulgence, but one they practiced every week. She had complained that she felt directionless in between projects. She had given up her career to care for their extended family; she had very pointed direction, but it was all for building up others.  Not herself.  When she made the decision she had asked him to “take her in hand” more to help her physically connect with him and allow her to give over and simply take.  When her entire life was giving, taking felt sooo good for her.  

“I’m here,” she looked around at the stacks of laundry and added, “Sir,” signaling her understanding of his request.  “Surrounded by laundry.  I’ll admit. It is closing in a bit.”  

“That’s what I thought.  Today is going to be an interesting day for you, pet.  I have a meeting until 11:00 today.  Since it’s now 10, that’s a bit unfortunate for you, but I’m sure you’ll do fine.  Take out the new toy I bought you.” A sharp intake of breath met him from the other end of the phone. He had just bought her an anal hook with a ball bigger than anything in their collection.  Last week, I teased her with it by placing it on her bedside table for a few nights.  It was an absolute monster.  Not a gradual stretch like a plug. No need to make it too easy for her; she liked a challenge.  It was only about an inch and a half in diameter, but he looked forward to how it would distend her ring as he pulled it out. It didn’t make her looser, per se, the hook end made her more accustomed to sudden expansions and contractions of her tight tunnel so that he could pull all the way out and slam himself all the way back in.  The initial stretching of that tight sphincter usually made it so his dick had an easier time penetrating her.  For his plans tonight, it was going to be essential to have her relaxed and eager to have her ass fucked.  Anal orgasms were deep for her and would accomplish all his goals for the day.  But she needed more than that.  He smiled as he thought of her writhing beneath him, begging with those sweet brown eyes to fuck her intensely in the ass.  It was going to be a good day. 

He told her what he needed from her to prepare for their session.  She agreed with a simple “yes, Sir.”  Smiling, she went to the patio and sat down.  His voice ringing in her mind.

“The first thing you will do is leave the laundry, sit down, and brew and drink a cup of tea.  I want you to be pliant and happy for what comes next.  I’m going to give you thirty minutes to accomplish this task.  The next task will require pictures, take your phone with you.  I will text you the next set of instructions.”

She sat in her chair and giggled when she found her “Queen of England and her Lovers” teapot set out with her best tea silver. When had he done this? She flicked the tab on the kettle beside her and arranged the cups and saucers on a tray before her.  There was a small handwritten card with a single heart on it.  She poured up the kettle and thought about the ache between her legs.  Her sex was almost painful with throbs of blood as her lips and clit engorged with the thoughts of what was to come.  She tentatively reached between her legs and palmed her sex through her panties, applying delicious pressure to her mound.  He usually didn’t like for her to play with herself without permission (well, truth be told, that was actually her kink that he had adopted for her). Still, she had been spanked under that premise many times and actually thought twice before spreading her fingers and capturing her clit between them.  

As soon as she did, her phone buzzed, sending a jolt through her from beneath her thigh where it was trapped.   

“I hope you are not touching yourself, my sweet one.  But since I think I actually know you better than that, I want you to know that you can touch as much as you like, but you may only orgasm on the rail, and if you choose that, you must send me the video.  I will know if you cheat, love.  But I also know you want to be my good girl and keep yourself together for another ninety minutes.  Now, be my good girl and execute your next task.”

Looking at the back of the patio, she shivered when she saw the rail. They had a railing on their back porch that he had made a special area for her. Reluctantly pulling back her hand, she went to get the supplies for her next task.  

He had told her to cleanse herself and prepare her body for him.  That meant a bath with the salts he bought and thoroughly cleansing her bottom so he could play without issues.  Moving through the enema process as quickly as possible, she felt the warm solution drain into her colon as she pressed her breasts to the floor and pushed her ass into the air.  She had to stay like that with the liquid inside of her for several minutes if she wanted a deep cleanse.  This was one of the more complex parts for her.  With the water in her, her ass felt so full.  Closing her eyes and reaching between her legs, she rolled her swollen clit between her fingers.  As her muscles tightened in response, she felt the weather more acutely.  He had said she could play, and it felt so good.  She decided she would set her timer for three minutes and enjoy herself.  Rubbing the little nub back and forth, waves of pleasure moved through her body.  Her mind, unable to think about how stuffed her ass was, focused on the pressure building deep inside of her.  

As the waves kept coming, she used her other hand to pinch her nipple and send a delightful shock through the center of her being.  Clenching around nothing but water, she could feel the pull of her orgasm coming.  She wanted to give in badly, but the thoughts of the rail were always at the back of her mind.  Would she disobey him, enjoy this buzz, and bring herself to climax without him?  Before she could decide, her phone buzzed with a message. 

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