Bleach Anus Naturally Novels & Stories

I took the butt plug into my arm, telling myself this was to make my rut easier. I pulled down my trousers, letting them pool on the floor. Then I picked up my phone and browsed the dos and don’ts. First, I proceeded to douching out my anus. And then washed the plug with warm water. Picking up a towel, I wiped out the water that trickled down my legs. Reaching for my lubricants from the bedside drawer, I lubed the anal plug. I wondered if it was enough as I heard it could cause tears. Both the one that can rip your anus, and the one that runs down your eyes.

I start scrubbing at the carpet with ferocity. “Just like you,” he counters, and then he lets out a low, guttural groan that makes my stomach do a weird little flip despite the fact that I am currently elbow-deep in a cleaning disaster. I finished the job and stood up. I didn’t look back as I hauled the bag of trash toward the door because if I see one more inch of his bare butt, I am going to lose my mind. I’ll need a very strong bleach with a high concentration of acid to clean out the live p**n image from my head.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

I smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

"Master uses our asses frequently." "He doesn't use it every day. And using even plain water every day can deplete your body of electrolytes. Salt water works fairly well, but we don't have access to large amounts of salt water. There's a certain amount of bacteria that's useful in your colon and doing an enema every day reduces this healthy bacteria. Like almost anything, too much of something can be harmful, but knowing our ass will be used today, this would be a good step to take."

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

I waited until they were close enough to smell the garlic breath of the bearded one, and then I swung. I smashed the metallic mop stick into his grin. He fell with a loud scream. In that brief second of distraction, I grabbed a bottle of bleach and dumped it into the accomplice's eyes before doing the same to the man on the floor. While both were screaming, I ran out of the cleaning closet, wondering if I had just put myself into a deeper mess.

I blinked, letting them fall down my cheeks and onto the invisibility hoodie. “Now isn’t the time for bawling.” I pushed open the door and stepped into the room. It took less than a minute to charge into the white-tiled bathroom, undress, and stand beneath a spray of scalding hot water. I slathered myself with lemon-scented shower gel to get rid of the stench of brimstone. When that didn’t work, I rushed around the bathroom, looking for every scented toiletry I could find. Shampoo, conditioners, cologne couldn’t get rid of the scent, no matter how much I applied or how many times I returned to the hot spray.

Despite the fact that I didn't eat much yesterday, the call of nature was so hard on me, and I had to find a way to do the deed fast. I bent down, and right there, I began to release the thing onto the earth. It was hard as fuck—it was as though someone was sticking his hand up my ass. I guess it was all because I didn't drink enough water… and before I knew it, I started to slightly groan from the pain, the pain was somewhat akin to the pain of childbirth, and after some seconds, I delivered the long rods of poo, and I heaved a sigh. I was finally free. I stood up, and I used some wet leaves to clean my butt hole, and I smelt my poop a little, before throwing the leaves away… it's shitty, r

Kneeling down, the beautiful plant lined the shower tree. With a smile on my face, I started massaging the bright red plant, making it release the gooey, slimy secretions from within. It makes an excellent shampoo and body wash. Starting at the base, my hands worked either side of it, moving up and down as I squeezed. Soon, a clear sticky liquid filled my hands.