That’s less than half the normal dose -- and many folks use more than that.”“Why are you doing this?” she asked.“I wanted you to have an ink...ling of what Mistress Erica’s punishment enemas might be like. Don’t tell me you’re going to chicken out now and use the safeword.”“No,” she replied weakly.I watched the bag deflate. Once its contents were discharged I closed the clamp and pulled the nozzle from her. “Enema’s all in -- probably in record time. Let’s see how long you can hold this one.”Lize. I finally got up and made my way to the port-a-potties and locked myself inside one of them. I checked my fanny pack and was relieved to see the amulet was still there, as were the sealed vials of the remaining doses of the potion.Also, for the first time in over a month, I did not feel the need to masturbate, or the slightest bit of arousal. Perhaps it was the potion, or perhaps being fucked for what I now determined had been closer to seven hours finally solved the problem. I was actually. Tiffanyclapped her hands at my submission, then withdrew her feet and sat up on thecouch. Her excitement was clear as day in her voice as she spoke. ?This is sofunny, but it?s cool as well. I?m going to work your butt so much! You canstart by cleaning my room. I?m going for some extra cheerleading practice nowand I want it finished by the time I get back.? She said, already slipping intothe role as my new boss. ?Putmy shoes and socks on.? She said, looking at her watch and muttering the wordsas. Tell him I made a call just now and had to go help a friend move some stuff to his garage. But don't tell him you told me anything. That you didn't have time to because I did all the talking when I came in. Ok?" But why? What am I suppose to do?" Just go back up there and be your nasty old self as you like to call it."With that, he left. Sooooooo - I headed back up to tell him where Harry had gone. Guess he heard us talking so he had put pants and a shirt back on so his uncle wouldn't know what.