Oh, its almost that time of the month.

To prepare Lady has me go on a liquid diet. Last night i was subjected to consecutive enemas until i was truly clean. Being ever so kind, Lady allows me to decide when i am clean enough; She tests my thoroughness by allowing me to drink 12 ounces of the clean discharge. Today i had tomato soup for all of my meals.

At midday i heard Lady complaining about Her cramps. i knew it would soon be my turn to share in Her discomfort. Lady ordered me to prepare a 10 ounce bulb enema of straight lemon juice. Then She gleefully squeezes the bulb as hard and fast as possible. Next She pushed a chunk of peeled ginger up my pussy hole and held it all in place with a super tampon. But She was not done yet. Lady had a collection of padlocks from some of our play sessions and She locked them on the string hanging out of my pussy hole.

The figging ginger was doing its thing; my hole was on fire. The straight lemon enema was inducing some fierce cramping. And the weight of the padlocks hanging between my legs required me to clench my cheeks as tightly as possible to keep my tampon from pulling out. Wow was this uncomfortable.

Still more. Lady stuck a pad on my little clitty penis and another to the soft spot at the opening of my pussy hole. Then just as the effects of the ginger were beginning to subside She powered on the massage mouse (a mild electro play toy) sending tingles from one side of my body to another.

i was nearly doubled over from all of the sensations and the cramping.

“Well, sissy, what are you waiting for? Get dressed and back to work.” i limped to my room and put on my French maids uniform, including a triple petticoat. When i started to pull up my French knickers Lady slapped me sharply. “What do you think you are doing, you will interfere with your little swinging pendulums.”

So here i am, properly dressed without panties and a bunch of padlocks swinging between my legs. The cramps are so severe, i can barely move. Oh, it’s Thursday – the day i mop the floors. It is all i can do to hold the tampon from falling out. The rhythmic jolts shooting from front to back have me almost in tears. From the other room i hear Lady curse, “oh the second day is always so much worse.”

The house was nearly cleaned, it was taking me so much longer than ever. The way the damn massage mouse was positioned, on my little penis and near my pussy hole, the severity of the stimulation would vary depending on how i was moving. Sometimes it was really intense, shocking me upright. All the while i need to keep my cheeks clenched so tightly to keep the weight of the padlocks, latched on to the string of my tampon, from pulling out.

In the distance i could hear Lady waking from Her nap. “sissy, I think We need to be changed.” This a standard ritual.

First i prepared the throne. i covered a dining chair with plastic wrap.

Next, Lady would stand in front of the chair and i would gently remove any clothing that might interfere.

Then She would take Her place on the throne and i would kiss Her feet and lick the soles clean.

i would tug on the string of Her tampon with my teeth, being ever so carefully so as not to mess Her thighs anymore than necessary.

my tongue would clean Her so there was no trace of Her Womanhood. Of course any drops on the chair would also need to be licked clean.

Lastly i would take the used item in my mouth and transport it to a dish by my bedside where it would be saved until next month.

This was not something i enjoyed, but of course any complaint would be severely dealt with.

Lady then dressed Herself after inserting a fresh tampon.

But what about my situation? This was the first time i was forced to endure these cramps. The ginger had long stopped burning, but the lemon juice induced cramps were mounting.

“my Lady, might i be so bold as to ask permission to change my tampon?” She glared at me and said of course. Foolishly i believed that i would remove the tampon and relieve myself of the lemon juice. “Bring another bulb of lemon juice.” i nearly died, the cramps were already so severe i was on the verge of tears. “And also bring an oil Fleet.”

We had stocked up on mineral oil Fleet enemas . They were the messiest thing, oil would trickle out of my pussy for days and form an unsightly ring in the toilet.

“Give yourself the Fleet then finish off with the lemon juice,” i was ordered. i was trembling as i removed my tampon and replaced it with the first nozzle. Some leakage occurred as i pushed it in. The lemon juice really filled me up. The pressure on my pussy was really painful. “i sense you might have a heavier than usual flow, you had better use a napkin instead of a tampon.” Ugh, this means i will feel my menses flowing out of me as i go about my chores. To be safe Lady allowed me to wear a sanitary panty to catch any drips.

i wonder how much worse things will get tomorrow.

Tags: Menstruation Cramps Humiliation