I’m a firm believer that a day is not waste if you learn something. Well, during the first five seconds of what I was SURE was going to be awful I remembered two things and learned another.
- Capsaicin in high enough quantities, to some people, acts like a narcotic (think morphine). Capsaicin is the chemical in Chile peppers that makes it feel like your mouth is burning.
- Mucus membranes in your rectum are INSANELY absorbent to chemicals.
Then I learned very quickly and to my dismay that this particular concoction causes involuntary muscle spasms. Note I didn’t say cramps, I said muscle spasms. Remember where Bella was?
I told the two Harridans that had me at their mercy that this wasnt going well and, were they to keep going I didn’t know that I wasnt going to involuntarily redecorate the bathroom. To which they replied almost in unison “Deal with it”.
This was when the Capsaicin kicked in.
Luckily a seed had managed to gum up the works and clog the hose which was about the time that my ladies decided to stop and start the timer. Longest 5 minutes of my life.
As the timer expired I asked if I could get up to go take care of things (we are into some weird shit but NONE of us are INTO shit…ew.) I was granted permission and that’s where it got complicated. I knew the way to the other restroom( I didn’t want to demonize the master) but I lacked the capacity to get to it as I was higher than six kites at this point.
I was so stoned that my voice sounded weird in my own head and, as I stumbled to the guest bathroom, I may have remarked that I sounded like Optimus Prime.
I got to the bathroom and started to empty my bowels when Osha opened the door and sat down outside in the hallway. One major unavoidable and set-in-stone rule in kink is that if you incapacitate someone then you are required to keep a watch over them. Osha and Bella are amazing Dominatrices and did just that. These two motherfuckers sat in the hallway while I blew up my bathroom and cackled as all three of us had a conversation. It was at this point I began to have trouble staying on the toilet as I was too high for all my muscular structure to function correctly. I was quite literally on all four hanging on to the toilet for dear life as I didn’t want to have to clean it up after.
An hour passed and i finished up and made the stupid mistake of trying to get up. New dilemma; now my legs are asleep and, you guessed it, still very stoned!
I rose just long enough to reach my full height and fall forward as my body gave out. I rammed my skull into a sheet metal folding door and laid on the floor at their feet. I would recount the conversation but I don’t remember it so you’ll have to hope they write something about this. Needless to say that after this was over I was put straight to bed as I was useless as a human being at that point.
They spent the rest of the night hanging out and being them and I haven’t slept better.