Too Busy To Go


It was another beautiful morning in LBI at the Sunnyside Health Center. Nurse Genevieve, smartly dressed in her starched white uniform and nurse’s cap, with matching white hose, secretly held up under her uniform by a lacy garter belt, looked the image of professionalism as she walked to the back of the office and opened the shutters, looking out on the picturesque vista as the sun glistened off the subtle waves of the bay. Her one concession to her official outfit was a pair of Stuart Weizmann heels.

Nurse Genevieve had opened the SHC approximately 5 years ago following the passing of her husband Michel, whom she had met 15 years ago in the gastrointestinal unit of Mercy Hospital where she worked. Ironically, they met while she was giving him an enema. He needed that treatment weekly, and over time they developed a friendship, eventually falling love and marrying. As luck would have it, when he passed way Michel left Nurse Genevieve a wealthy women, providing the funds to start SHC.

SHC provided all types of hydro-colonic services, but interestingly enough, she found that the bulk of her business came from treating constipation in middle aged men and women (mostly women). With more people leading multi-tasked lives and also taking more medications, constipation was an ever increasing by product of their lives and times. Her treatment was actually quite simple; she gave them old fashioned enemas. But these weren’t the enemas you received over your mother’s lap; these enemas were
administer
ed in a private, comfortable examining room, with low lights
and soft music. There was never any cramping when Nurse Genevieve gave you anenema; it was just a pleasant, stress
free experience that was actually enjoyable. Because of her
“bed side” manner, Nurse Genevieve had many repeat patients.

Sitting on her rear balcony, sipping a cup of tea, Nurse Genevieve went down the list of patients for today. In the 10 AMslot she noticed a name-Michelle Hampton that looked familiar to her,
but just couldn’t put her finger on it. Then it came to her;
Nurse Genevieve had read an article on Michelle Hampton in a professional women’s magazine. Michelle was the CEO of
Teletech Industries, a multinational IT conglomerate,
started 25 years ago by her father Henry as a simple data processing company. Following her graduation from MIT 10 years ago, she worked hand in hand with her father to grow the business during the Hi Tech boom and when he passed away she continued to grow the company before taking it public 5 years ago. At 42 she was one of the wealthiest and most successful female executives in the U.S. “And now she’s coming to see me” Nurse Genevieve mused.

At precisely 10 AM Nurse Genevieve entered the waiting room and found Michelle fiddling with her smart phone; a sign of the times. She was stunning, with beautiful skin and long flowing red hair. She was dressed in a tailored blue St. John suit, accessorized by a pink high collar blouse underneath, accented by several pieces of David Yurman “bling”. Her ensemble was finished off with a pair of Tory Burch pumps; over her shoulder was a large and no doubt very expensive Louis Vuiton sack. She was the epitome of success and glamour. “And now she’s here to see me” Nurse Genevieve chuckled again.

“Hello Michelle, I’m Nurse Genevieve”. Michelle sprang to her feet and shook hands, flashing a brilliant smile. After exchanging pleasantries Nurse Genevieve escorted her into her private office offering her a seat on the sofa before locking the door behind her.

“Now we have complete privacy; how can I help you my dear?” hesitating slightly, Michelle thanked her for seeing her but stuttered explaining her predicament. Nurse Genevieve moved closer, taking her hand, and in a soothing voice encouraged her> “There, there my dear, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m a nurse and believe me, I’ve heard everything; but you must be honest with me. After a brief moment, Michelle blurted out. “I’m very constipated Nurse Genevieve and I can’t do BM, no matter how hard I try!

Oh dear, that does seem to be a recurring problem with middle aged women, but you have come to the right place, as I believe
I can help you with this embarrassing situation. How long have you had this problem? On and off the past couple of years since I’ve begun to travel in different time zones and there are times
when I just will myself not to go.

In other words, you hold back your BM? Yes, Mama. That is
not good at all; when you do BM you are releasing toxics from
your system and when you don’t it just backs up, causing discomfort and particularly dangerous consequences in your digestive system. When’s the last time you did BM? “Four days
 ago, and now I’m starting to cramp “Michelle confessed
tearfully.

“Four days ago? Child, that’s not good at all! Well, I see we have
 a lot of work to do so let’s not waste another moment.

Nurse Genevieve led Michelle into the adjacent examination
room which was bathed in soft lights, fragrances and new age music. “I want you to go into the changing room and take off
 all you clothes down to your panties, put on the fluffy robe and come back into the examining room where I will be waiting for
 you.
You may lock up your valuables and clothes in the self security lockers”. Michelle quickly undressed and putting on the robe, reentered the examining room.

After giving her a quick ear, nose, and throat exam, beckoned
her to take off the robe. She was a statuesque beauty with large but firm breasts and fresh pink nipples. Nurse Genevieve gave her
a
gentle but thorough breast examination, feeling Michelle’s
nipple rise to the occasion under Nurse Genevieve’s soft touch.” I love your choice of panties my dear, admiring her soft pink
briefs; I would have thought you to be a thong girl”.
Michelle laughed “When I was a teenager I used to get terrible yeast rashes. My mother said it was because I wore tight underwear.
She would give me this smelly cream to apply and made me
wear a pair of her briefs to help me breath down there.
I was mortified at first,
but eventually got used to them and when the infections
cleared up for good I continued to wear them as they gave me plenty of room to move”.

“I agree dear; I’ve been wearing nylon briefs myself for years.
Now I want you to lie across my lap to take your temperature
and give you a rectal exam”. “Seriously? Yes dear, come, come,
we have a lot of work to do”. Reluctantly, Michelle draped
herself across Nurse Genevieve’s lap. Down her legs, stopping
to admire the most perfectly rounded alabaster globes she had
 ever seen.  It was a perfect question mark, cleaved in the middle. Nurse Genevieve lubed the rectal thermometer and slowly
inserted it. Initially flinching when she was impaled, she
 eventually relaxed and allowed the nurse to insert the thermometer well up into her rectum.  Waiting for it to register, Nurse Genevieve unconsciously began to twirl the thermometer and move it in and out of her rear orifice. Michelle began to
moan softly and wiggle her bottom in rhythm. Picking up on
this, Nurse Genevieve slowly removed the small thermometer
and inserted a larger one, exhibiting the same movement. It achieved the desired result and Michelle began to swerve and moan under her breath. “You little minx, she thought. I’m sure
I’ll be able to satiate your appetite for rectal therapy before you leave”. Removing the larger thermometer, Nurse Genevieve reflected: “Well young lady, I see you enjoy the exploration of your Heine”. Michelle turned her head and smiled sheepishly at
Nurse Genevieve, providing her with the answer she wanted.

“Now my dear, I’m going to give you a rectal exam to determine how backed up you are. Nurse Genevieve inserted her well lubricated finger up into Michelle’s rectum, receiving the anticipated response. Suddenly as Nurse Genevieve was
pushing around down there, Michelle let out a robust fart,
filling the room with the scent of her accident. Turning bright
red, Michelle began to apologize profusely for her phoe paux. Nurse Genevieve merely chuckled; “No need to apologize my dear, it perfectly normal for a patient to release gas during such an unpleasant invasion. It’s not the first fart I’ve experienced and it won’t be the last. My suspicions have been confirmed; you are extremely constipated, but I have a simple solution.
I’m going to give you a series of enemas to ease your discomfort. Have you ever had an enema?”

“Oh yes, when I was a child my mother used to stand me in the bath tub and insert that awful white nozzle up my Heine and
make me stand there until I took the whole bag.
I’ll never forget it;
a big red enema bag”.

“Well my dear, up on the table on all fours; you are about to
meet an old friend”. Nurse Genevieve then hung a bulging
4 quart red enema bag on the hook and inserted the front end
 of a double balloon enema nozzle into Michelle’s rectum. “This will be a
more pleasant experience than that old-fashioned nozzle.
I’m going
 to pump the two balloons up until they fit snuggly in your
bottom…there! Now I’m going to release the stopcock and
begin the flow. I assure you this will be a very pleasant
experience, ready?”
CLICK! The warm water began to invade Michelle’s bottom, as
her mind raced back 30 years ago, to when she felt that same sensation.
 But this was more pleasant as she closed her eyes and allowed the warm water to infiltrate her tummy.
All the while Nurse Genevieve massaged and pressed different sides of her belly, before “accidently” brushing up against her
love bush, which had started to moisten. When the bag was
empty, Nurse Genevieve proclaimed “What a good girl,
 you took the whole enema bag without incident.
Now let’s get you over to the toilet so you can eliminate all that nastiness”.

After taking care of business, Michelle reentered the examination room and at Nurse’s instruction hopped up on all fours for
chapter 2 of the session. They went through the same procedure, ending with an empty enema bag and a clear flow from your intestine. A total of 8 quarts-two gallons of water!”How do you feel now my dear?” Much better, thank you Nurse Genevieve””I thought so,
 and you’re welcome. Now, we have one more procedure in our
session. Back up on the table on all fours. It seems you have a very tight rectum and I want to stretch it a bit with this dildo.
Have you ever used one?”Michelle laughed “Guilty as charged:”
“I thought as much”. With that Nurse Genevieve inserted a well greased medium ribbed dildo into Michelle’s rectum, turned on the vibrator full blast. As she methodically moved the dildo in
and out, Michelle began to emit unabashed groans as the
rhythmic movement continued.

Suddenly, Michelle lifted her left hand and inserted it into her
bush and began to pleasure herself. Immediately picking up on the opportunity Nurse Genevieve grabbed her hand. “Here dear,
let me help you; I don’t want you to lose your balance”. Nurse Genevieve placed Michelle’s hand back on the table for balance and then gently but firmly inserted two fingers into her moist love
garden until she found her ecstasy button.  Having the woman
right where she wanted her, Nurse Genevieve continued her
rhythmic
accosting of both orifices. Michelle  began to shutter and
buckle, until finally dropping to the table following an orgasmic crescendo.

Nurse Genevieve slowly removed her hands from both orifices
and cleaned Michelle up with a warm face cloth and fluffy
towel before giving her a shot of feminine hygiene spray.
“There, fresh as a daisy! “Thank you Nurse Genevieve, I’ve
never had such a wonderful experience; I feel perfectly new”. “That’s wonderful dear, I’m glad you are back in the pink.
Now, go get dressed, you have a company to run”.

After dressing Michelle met Nurse Genevieve in the reception
area. Giving her a big hug and kiss, Michelle said
“I’ve learned by lesson and will do better in the future”
“That’s my girl; if you can find all that time to run a business,
you  should be able to find 15 minutes a day to take care of
your personal business”.

“Yes ma’m; see you around”. “Yes you will my dear”, Nurse Genevieve thought to herself. “And I would bet sooner than
you think”.

To Be Continued…

 Anonymous

I Think You Have A Temperature


Saturday morning around nine o'clock. I'm sitting on the couch drinking my morning cup of coffee. Ann walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead.   “You feel awfully warm to me Michael. Are you feeling all right? Let's take your temperature just to be sure.” Ann said walking into the bedroom. A few minutes later she came out holding a pillow in her hands. Stacked on the pillow were a towel, a wet washcloth, a jar of Vaseline, and a thermometer. She sat down in the middle of the couch with the pillow on her lap covered with the towel. She placed one of the couch pillows beside her to the left, and the jar of Vaseline, washcloth, and thermometer at arms length to her right. “Come over here Michael, and take off your shorts.” She said and continued, “Now lay down over my lap. I'm going to take your temperature.” I lay down with my chest on the couch pillow, and my butt centered on her lap high in the air. As she pulled my under pants down to the middle of my thighs she said, “Michael I know you haven't been feeling well, so I'm going to take your temperature to see just what We need to do to make you feel better.” I heard the top pop off the Vaseline, my cheeks were spread, and I felt the cold jell on my bottom. Moments later I felt Ann's finger push deep inside me.

Ann's finger probed deep inside me while her other hand slid under my belly and probed my abdomen. A minute or so later she wiped her hands on the washcloth, and started shaking down the thermometer. After a quick look, the thermometer was plunged into the Vaseline and then gently inserted into my bottom. Her right hand rested on my butt over the thermometer. Her left hand gently rubbed my back. “Michael you are really full. I've told you again and again to tell me when you are constipated, but you won't tell me. I bet you will after today.” Ann stated as she removed the thermometer and read it. She shook her head, mumbled something about almost one hundred and one, and told me to stay put as she headed for the bathroom. I heard water running for a while. Ann walked past me into the other bedroom carrying a towel, two paddles, and the black butt plug. A strong smell of Ivory soap followed her. Several minutes later she returned to the bedroom saying, “Michael put your enema pants on while I get your soapsuds enema ready.” As I pulled my briefs on allowing my genitals to fall through the hole in the front, I could see Ann filling the amber enema bag with jet white water. When she poured the forth-measuring cup into the bag my stomach sank. I'd only been given a two quart enema once before.

Ann walked past me carrying the bloated bag in one hand and the enema nozzle in the other. With a smile on her face she said, “Follow me Michael. It's time for your first enema.”  She hanged the bag from the ceiling fan. Several pillows were stacked in the middle of the futon lounge chair with a towel laying over them. I was guided over the pillows with my bottom high in the air. My wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of the futon, and my enema pants were pulled down to my knees. As she raised the paddle above her head she said, “Michael it's going to be a long day for you.” My butt was beet red when she pulled my enema pants up high above my waist. The nozzle was guided through a small hole in the fabric and into my bottom. She pulled the pants tight between my cheeks securing the nozzle inside me. I heard the click, felt the surge of water, and the burn of the soap. She closed the clamp one click, sat down on the couch, and lit a cigarette saying, “Michael you're going to take a nice long soapy punishment enema. Then you're going to hold it while I paddle your bottom. You will be taking enemas and spankings until you go to bed tonight. Maybe next time you'll tell me when you're not feeling well.” I was just trying to tolerate my first enema.

THE BIG "E" WITH GENEVIEVE


               I met Genevieve at a private party at a club in Soho two years ago.  Don't ask me how, but  somehow she sensed I had a fantasy about Enemas.  I could see her eyeing me all night across the room.  Finally I got up the courage to go and talk to her.  After we exchanged our hello's etc, she said  “I know what you're into, honey.  And  boy oh boy would I love to get my hands on you, especially that great little ass of yours”.  “Are you referring to……”  I replied.  But before I could finish, she fired back, “The Big E.”  She smiled a wicked little smile. I immediately got excited.  For one thing, she was my ideal fantasy of an Enema Nurse:  55,  big firm tits,  nice body, just a tad heavy but still had the body of a woman who had worked out all her life.  Plus she was attractive.  And carried herself like Ann Bancroft in The Graduate.  Confident, sexy, and knew what she wanted.  And she wanted me! “What say we blow this boring party and go back to my place for some real  fun?”  she said.  I smiled and said “I'm all yours, Momma!”
 “Oh wow”  she replied,
“I believe I have hit the mother load!”
Ten minutes later, we were back at her place…
a beautiful three bedroom apartment.
 “Come with me, honey” she said as she took my hand.
She led me down a long hallway and into her inner chamber… her specially designed Enema Room.  I couldn't help but gasp at the sight. “Welcome to my world, honey. 
You are about to discover the truly erotic world of Enemas!”
In the center was a specially designed padded red leather table with stirrups, completely adjustable, depending on the kind of Enema she was giving.  I was about to find out.  She had everything an Enema Nurse could want:  a dozen bags, tubing, clamps, bulb syringes, anal dilators, dildos, and an extensive collection of nozzles, all colors, all sizes. God knows what else.
The room itself was mirrored wall to wall, and she had numerous spotlights about.  She also had two video cameras positioned to capture the action.  When she saw me staring at the cameras she said “That's right, baby.  We're going to videotape this.  And it is going to be HOT!   Get your clothes off and up onto the table.”
I willingly obliged.  She placed a pillow behind my head and said  “You' re gonna want to watch this”.  Then she moved a stand-up mirror close to my ass, tilted it a bit, and  turned on the spotlights. 
I now had an amazing view of my ass in the mirror which was maybe only two feet away. 
No secret that I was already erect and quivering with anticipation.  “Look at that!” she exclaimed.  “Such a pretty little ass.
Wait till you see what is going up that tight little asshole of yours! “
Ooh,  you're getting me wet just thinking about it!” she added.   I could hardly believe my luck in finding such a sexy, mature woman who got such a kick out of giving Enemas.
         “First I am going to take your temperature, rectally of course.  Then I am going to use anal dilators to loosen you up for the large nozzles I'll be using.  And finally…you are going to be getting Enemas!  Lots of them.  You are about to get a thorough cleansing, the last two of which are going to be large volume. That is why we're here, honey.  Start taking deep breaths and try to relax. You're about to undergo an extremely intense Enema session.  This is going to take several hours!”  My heart was racing in anticipation of  what was about to happen.  “Let me slip into something a little more comfortable, or shall I say…appropriate,”  she announced.
She went into another room and emerged a few minutes later wearing black lingerie, stockings and garter belt.  Her ample breasts were all but spilling out of her black lace brassiere.
“Oh my God you're hot!” I exclaimed.
“So are you, honey,“ she replied.  “You are in for a real treat.  I am the real deal.  I am the Enema Nurse you've  been dreaming about.  And all your naughty dreams are about to come true.” She walked over, smacked my butt, and said  “I am going to have some fun with you!”
She placed her cold hand on my stomach, slightly gracing my penis in the process.  “Um hmm.  You're definitely impacted.  I am going to clean you out!” Then she walked over to the counter and grabbed a tray.  “But first, I'm going to need to take your temperature…
in that tight little hiney of yours.  Ready to get started?” 
I was so excited I could hardly speak.
She was now standing over me with a large thermometer, probably an inch thick and 8 inches long.    She squeezed an ample amount of KY on my anus then inserted her finger deep into my asshole, moving it in and out.  Once she was satisfied I was ready, she placed the mercury tip up to my anus and slid it in, further and further.  I looked in the mirror and saw that she had inserted the thermometer about 6 inches.  “I'm going to be taking your temperature several times tonight, so you need to relax”.  She moved the thermometer in and out slowly.  After about a minute, she pulled it out, studied it, then shoved it back in again, this time even further.  From time to time she would run her soft fingers along my butt cheeks.  “There, isn't that nice.  Are you excited about getting your first Enema?  I certainly am.  It's one of my specialties”.  Her manner was easy, caring, yet commanding. 
She was now in total charge, and she knew it.
When she was satisfied she had gotten my temperature, she removed the thermometer, studied it, then announced “I think it's time you got what you came here for. You're about to get an Enema!”. 
Those words  were magic words to my ears.
That bitter sweet pleasure of getting an Enema, which started at childhood, and the fantasy of revisiting it were about to come true.
“Now”, she said. “I want you on your knees, face down on the table, ass up high in the air”.  She winked at me then proceeded to the counter.
                     She placed a large clear plastic bucket under the faucet and filled it to the top. 
Then she added some special light blue colored liquid, castile soap I think, and stirred up the water.  She then grabbed two bulb syringes, filled them with the soapy liquid, and placed them on a tray, along with the 3 quart bucket and tubes of lubricant.  She placed the tray on the table next to my rear.  “Here we go, honey”, she announced.  “It's Enema Time!” My heart was racing.  She snapped on two long, black latex gloves and began lubricating my anus, this time really good, inserting her finger deep into my asshole, in and out several times.  Then she grasped one of the bulb syringes, placed it's long and shall I say extremely thick nozzle up to my quivering anus and said “Deep breath… open wide for Momma!” --and immediately shoved the long black nozzle all the way into my asshole.  “Oh my God!”  I shouted as she began squeezing the bulb, forcing the cold mixture into my rectum. “Oh yes”, she exclaimed.  “Somebody  really needs an Enema!”  She pulled it out and immediately shoved in the other bulb syringe waiting in the wings.  This procedure went on several times.  I lost count after about twelve.  Genevieve kept on with a certain urgency, shoving the long black nozzle in each time with one, swift motion. Uungh!  “You're going to get every bit of this,” she said firmly.  I made a little complaining sound and she fired back,
“Oh hush.  It's only 3 quarts.  Wait till you see the next one”. 
I looked over at the counter at all of her bags.
 She had a 4 quart and an enormous red 5 quart bag hanging up, ready to be put to use.
That 's when I realized this was going to get serious….real quick!

The bulb syringe Enema took quite some time.  She must have shoved that long black nozzle into my asshole 20 times!  After she had completely emptied the bucket, she moved everything back to the counter, came back and said “You feeling that?”  “Yes, definitely”  I replied. “Good”, she said.  “That's a good sign.  Go empty all of that and come back for your next one.  And be prepared for a much larger Enema this time”.
I spent a good fifteen minutes in the bathroom.  I knew what was coming and wanted to make sure I was good and ready.  As I sat there, I could hear Genevieve in the other room getting things ready for my next  Enema.  And I again began to get very excited.  I peeked out to see her hanging a red 4 Quart bag on an IV stand.  “Damn”, I said to myself.  “She's not messing around!”  

I entered the room a few minutes later to see her making slight adjustments to everything --
the table, the stirrups, the height of the 4 Quart Enema Bag --
         making sure everything was just the way she wanted it.  “Holy shit” I exclaimed as I feasted my eyes on that enormous bag.  “Holy shit is right”,  she replied.  You are about to undergo your first of several high volume Enemas. I want you back up on the table and your feet in the stirrups.” Suddenly her demeanor had changed. She had become a total dominatrix. I hopped back on the table and she fastened my feet into the leather stirrups.  The sight of all this in the mirror-- my asshole in full view, spotlights shining directly at it, my legs high in the air, my asshole stretched wide open, not to mention the enormous 4 Quart Bag suspended high in the air and the long red hose draping from it-- was all very erotic.  And the nozzle--well that was soon to be revealed.  Genevieve went to the counter and selected one from her collection.  It was a Klystra bulb enema nozzle, seven or eight inches long and maybe an inch and a half thick at the bulb.  I gasped when I saw it. It also had several holes in the bulb, allowing the water to spray in all directions.  “That thing is huge…and beautiful”, I remarked as she was attaching it to the hose with a big smile on her face.
She was enjoying every bit of this.
“One of my favorites, honey” she said.  “You're about to find out why”.  She released the clamp and held the nozzle inside a clear plastic bucket to fill the hose.  I watched as the water got to the nozzle and water came spurting out in all directions through the tiny holes in the bulb.  “You're going to feel this. Trust me”, she said with a wicked little smile. “Start taking some deep breaths”, she said as she slipped in the first anal dilator.  “I am going to need you to relax because we are about to get a pretty good sized Enema. Not the biggest, but…you'll find out soon  enuf.”
I had no idea what she had planned for me.
I only knew that as big as this Enema was, I was probably going to be getting an even bigger one!  I don't know why, but that excited me. She removed the dilator and immediately inserted an even larger one.  “Shit”, I exclaimed.  “The nozzle is quite large, so you need to breathe” she instructed. All I could do was focus on that huge nozzle attached to the red hose, about to be put into service -- deep into my asshole!.  Little tiny bits of water were dripping from it's opening.  Genevieve kept the last anal dilator in for about a minute, then removed it.  “That should do it” she said.  She squeezed more lubrication on my anus, grabbed the nozzle, lubricated it, and then announced  “Okay.  Here we go.  Brace yourself, baby.  Don't know if you've ever had an Enema of this size before but you're getting one now.”  She placed the bulb of the Klystra nozzle up to my anus and began a slow but unrelenting insertion. “Open up wide for me now” she said.  I could feel my asshole opening wider and wider as she inserted the black nozzle, the bulb spreading my asshole wide open until…finally, finally…Boom…the huge bulb slid in….and just as quickly, my asshole closed tight around the shaft of the nozzle. ”OH MY GOD!,”  I blurted out. 
She then slid the nozzle all  the way in. 
The only thing I could see sticking out of my ass was the red hose. “Brace yourself”, she said, and released the clamp.
 It made a loud sound… “Thwack”… and the water came rushing in.   Was it intense!! 
I moved my ass around on the table to adjust to it which seemed to excite her.
                                     
Genevieve was now in full control,… and I was getting a 4 Qt. Enema! And that was that.  She moved the nozzle in and out, steering it into my asshole at a different angle each time as if she were attempting to hit every little spot in my rectum.  And she was right about the nozzle-- all those little holes in the bulb  spurting water in all directions.  The sensation of that jet stream as it shot against the walls of my rectum was incredible!  She was the real deal alright. Any guy, or girl with a fantasy of finding an erotic Enema Nurse would have relished the position I was in.  Her attention to every detail was amazing.  I watched in the mirror as the 4 qt. bag was slowly emptying, her standing there, the nozzle firmly in her control.  It seemed to take forever.  Occasionally Genevieve would shut off the flow allowing me to catch up, then without as much as a warning,  released the clamp… “Thwack”… and the flow continued.  I was getting really full and could feel the pressure building in my colon.  Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore,…the water stopped.  “Wow”  she said.  “You took that whole thing like it was nothing. I'm impressed!”  And I was off to the bathroom.
I sat in the bathroom wondering if we were done, somewhat disappointed that I had not gotten a sexual release from that. 
Little did I know, what was coming.

I entered the room twenty minutes later to see Genevieve sitting on the table holding the thermometer.  “Let's see how we're doing here.  I want you over my lap.  Time to take your temperature again”. 
I climbed onto the table and positioned myself on her lap, my buttocks clearly at her disposal.  She spread my cheeks apart, lubricated my anus, then slid the big thermometer once again deep into my rectum.  It was cold!  “There we go”, she said.  “Let's see if you are done for the night”.  She kept the thermometer in for three minutes, all the while my stiff penis pressed against her thigh.  Then she pulled it out and said, “Oh no.  You still have just a slight temperature.  I really thought a 4 Quart Enema would have done the trick, but…”  What now, I thought.  “Back on the table”, she ordered.  “I have no choice but to give you The BIG E.  I was afraid of this.”  She walked over to the counter and removed the
5 Quart Enema bag suspended from the hook. 
“Oh my God!” I thought.  “Here we go!”

As she filled it she said “You are now in for the ride of your life, honey.  This is going to be the  biggest Enema I  have ever given.   This bag is brand new, and you are going to be the very first person to get it!  Aren't you lucky?  Plus… I am going to use an even bigger nozzle this time.”  She took a long time filling the bag, then attached a brand new red hose and clamp and some sort of clicking device to the hose.  “I just got this”, she said.  “I've heard it is very loud and very erotic”.   She carried the bag over to the IV stand and hung it upside down, the long red hose hanging to the floor. I could see she was getting really turned on by this whole procedure along with the prospect of giving her very first 5 Quart Enema.  “God it's hot in here”,  she said.  And she unhooked her bra.  Her gorgeous tits were now fully exposed. Her nipples were erect!  I could hardly stand it.  It was now around 3am and we had been at this for over two hours already.  She was totally into this.  It served only to make my penis completely and fully erect.  “You're going to have an orgasm on this one”, she said.
         “Me too”, she whispered. 
“Mmm mmm, just look at that cute little ass of yours.  Did I get lucky or what!” she added. She placed my feet into the stirrups and fastened my ankles.  Then she went to the counter and selected a nozzle.  It was similar to the last one,  a Klystra bulb nozzle, only bigger, and tapered.  It looked huge as she held it up to the light.  She walked over to the bag and fastened it to the hose.  “Alright”, she said.  “We are ready.”  She adjusted the bag up another foot, released the clamp to fill the hose, and squirted the water out of the nozzle into a plastic bucket once again.  I could see that this time, the water was going to jet out of the nozzle even stronger. I started breathing heavily. She lubricated me again, then the nozzle.  “This is going to take a while”, she said.  “Deep breaths.  Here we go!”   With that, she placed the nozzle up to my anus and twirled it so that I could feel its size.  Then she began forcing it in. Slowly.  She maneuvered it with great skill, deeper and deeper.  I took several big breaths, allowing my asshole to relax until ..…Boom!!….the bulb slid past my anus and went deep inside.  All 8 inches.  The nozzle was tapered which allowed  Genevieve to bury it in my asshole.  “Holy sh……”   “Thwack” … and it began.  I was now getting what Gen called “The Big E“.  I don't think there is anyway to describe it.  The intensity of all of this, the sight, the smell.  And the sound….. that special device she had attached to the hose?  It was some sort of clicker.  As the water flowed down the hose, it made a clicking sound  “click click click click click”  … almost as if it was announcing the enormous Enema I was getting.  It seemed to go on and on, the clicking was non-stop, all the while there was Genevieve moving the nozzle in and around in my asshole.  She was intense.  “Look at that!”  she said.  “Look at you taking this big Enema.”  The whole time  I was watching it in the mirror, and then suddenly realized she was taping all this.  I was the star in one of her films! I was writhing all over the table in anticipation of the huge orgasm that was building inside me.    “Oh my God” I shouted.  “I don't think I can take all of this”.  “You said you wanted to experience the Big E, baby.  This is it. Sorry.“ Then suddenly she shut off the clamp and pulled the nozzle out.  “I'm not happy with the way this is going in. I want you back on your knees ,” she said.  She unfastened my feet from the stirrups, and I quickly assumed the position.  Genevieve adjusted the table slightly so that my ass was now high in the air, my butt cheeks spread wide apart.  Without even a warning, she shoved the huge black nozzle back into my asshole.  It went in so quickly this time that  all I could manage was “Unghh!”  “Thwack” went the metal clamp, and the Enema continued.  I was writhing all over the table as she moved the nozzle in and out like she was fucking my ass. There was nothing I could do but breathe as deeply as possible and take it in. She was in control.  The sensation was incredible and for a moment, I forgot about the pressure that had been building up inside me for over fifteen minutes.
                         
Genevieve then did an amazing thing.  She took a ball vibrator and slid it into her Vagina. As she held the nozzle firmly in her grasp, I could feel her pulsating with excitement.  She started moaning, “ Oh, my God! I am giving this gorgeous ass a 5 Quart Enema!!  Look at that!”  Her eyes were focused on the nozzle in my asshole clearly lit by the spot lights, as she pinched her nipples.  I was ready to climax and so was she. “You are almost done,” she shouted, as she reached up and felt the bag. And as the last of that 5 Quart Enema was flowing past my asshole and emptying into my colon, I ejaculated.  “OH…MY…GOD!”,   I shouted. And immediately following me was Genevieve who came with such intensity that she shivered and blurted out, “Oh yes!  Oh, God, yes!”  as she stroked every last drop of cum out of my gorged penis.  It was the most intense orgasm of my life!  
I have seen Genevieve half a dozen times since our original meeting.  Each time it is always exciting, highly charged and erotic.  I guess I got lucky and found an Enema mate for life.  To make things even better, she is also a receiver.  That story, well…

(to be continued!) 

CLUB HOUSE TIMES

We were living on a boat. Ann took me upstairs into one of the bathrooms in the clubhouse. She opened the blue canvas bag we used for our toiletries. Our shampoo, soap, shaving items, and hair brushes were used every morning when we got ready for work, this Sunday afternoon she had added four neckties, a measuring cup, a brand new bar of Ivory soap, and a six inch square white pouch. The bathroom at the end of the hall was the smallest and the most secluded. The only time she picked it was for giving me enemas.

Ann ran the water in the sink until it was hot put the stopper in, and dropped the new bar of soap in. She turned off the water when it was right at the overflow holes. I was told to strip while she put the back two legs of the chair into the shower and tipped it backward against the wall. I sat back in the chair with my butt at the very edge of the chair, my knees pulled back, and my arms resting on the arm rests. Ann pulled out the ties and tied my wrists and ankles to the armrests. The measuring cup was placed on the counter next to the sink, and finally she took out the white pouch. A thin yellow latex enema bag was soon hanging next to me from the shower curtain. Ann swished the soggy bar of soap thru the water. It turned white instantly. Then she dropped the bar back into the water saying, “Michael you haven’t been eating right and you’ve been complaining about not feeling well, so I’m going to make your enema very soapy. Several minutes later the water turned really white.

She smiled at me as she took the bag down, closed the clip, and said, “Almost ready baby.” Three times she poured the full measuring cup into the bag. All I could smell was Ivory soap. The air was run out of the hose, and the bloated bag was hanged above me from the shower rod. Ann slid the lubed nozzle into me. I heard “enema time Michael”, felt the surge of the water, and then the burn of the soap. “Michael you need to take this as fast as you can. You don’t want to hold all that soap any longer than you have to.” She said. I leaned against the wall unable to move watching Ann hold the enema nozzle in with one hand and stroke me with the other. She gave me the enema fast stopping twice for a few moments to let me rest. The nozzle was removed and a two inch butt plug took its place. “Michael you know the rules. You have to come for me, and then I’ll untie you.” Ann said smiling.

PUSHED HER A LITTLE TOO FAR!

Ann was an incredible lover. We had learned each other’s strings in the last several years, and knew just how to touch, tap, wiggle, jerk, twist, and finesse each one. Saturday night seemed to be the point in time that allowed us at least 28 to 30 hours to fulfill our fantasies.

More often than not Saturday night was Ann’s time to be pampered. I or we would prepare dinner. After dinner I would play some of Ann’s favorite music, serve her an aperitif in ‘Her’ chair, while I made the kitchen immaculate. I would spend all evening providing her slightest wish. She would have me bathe her with wonderful bath salts. I would massage her from head to toe. She would lay on a sheet in the middle of the living room floor with a pillow under her head and both knees watching an ‘adult movie’. I sat between her legs with two pans of hot water, shaving soap, washcloths, towels, lotion, and baby powder. I shaved her pussy bald. Ann invited me to a come once, earth shattering, no holds barred, incredible vision of female ecstasy many, many times.
Sunday morning had come hours ago, and Ann needed to rest. Not wanting to disappoint me, and knowing I would need to keep busy, Ann would tell me what she wanted ready when she woke up the next morning. “Michael I want you to take the yellow enema bag from under the sink and fill it with two quarts of water that has just stopped boiling on the stove. The bag needs to be sanitized, and I want the boiling water to stretch the bag so I can start giving you bigger enemas. Take a plastic hangar, slide it over one of the fan blades on the ceiling fan, and hang the enema bag from it so you have to look at it all night. Put both paddles, the butt plug, and the Vasaline on the table beside the futon. Tomorrow morning when I wake up, I’ll go into the back yard and cut the switches I’ll need to punish you.” Ann stated.

THE VERY VERY VERY NAUGHTY PATIENT.

This is a story about a very naughty patient in the hospital who should leave his hands to himself. It all start when the Nurse come in to check on him and give him an enema. He says he hates enemas and gives her a very hard time. She leaves the room and a couple minutes later she returns with the head Nurse. He tells her the same thing. The head Nurse tells him that he is going to get 2 very very very soapy enemas and that we can do it the hard way or the easy way. What will it be?  “OK” he will take the enemas but he hates them.
The Head Nurse leaves.

The Nurse tells him to turn on his side and put down his under pants. As the Nurse turns and bends over to get the lube off the chair the very naughty patient puts his hand up the Nurse’s  uniform and give her ass a rub. That it I'm going to call the head Nurse & The Police. Now he gets scared. He tells the Nurse he is very very very sorry. It will never happen again and he will do anything for her not to tell anyone.

She ignores his pleas and puts some lube on her finger & enema nozzle. Before he knew it her finger was in his ass, going in out , then came the enema nozzle followed by the hot soapy water.
The enema was filling him up. He continued to beg her not to tell anyone.
Again the Nurse ignored him, “She didn’t say anything till the enema bag was empty and s removed the enema nozzle.
“How do you feel now Thomas, all filled up?
I bet you need to use the toilet?
Too bad you are going to hold for ten minutes before I let you go and use the toilet.
He begs for the Nurse to let him use the toilet, he tells her that he is very very very sorry and he will do anything to make it go away and no one will ever know about.
The Nurse stands there and says nothing.
Suddenly she pulls off his underwear and tells him he may use the toilet.
He runs to the toilet, the Nurse follows him into the bathroom and closes the door.
Thomas looks at the Nurse and says can I expel this stupid enema in private.
“Thomas you are going to pay for touching my sexy ass. You can hold that enema for as long as I stand here.
Thomas tries so hard to hold the enema in but has no luck.
The enema start's pouring out of him. He look's at the Nurse standing there, smiling.
“How does it feel Thomas to expel an enema in front of the Nurse?
Thomas say's it is very embarrassing. Too bad say's the Nurse..
“Now Thomas I was thinking about what you said about you do anything if I do not tell anyone about you touching my sexy ass”.
“First Thomas from this point on you will be  a very good patient and not give any Nurse a hard time.
You will do what you are told to do and NO touching.
Do you understand Thomas?”
Yes, Nurse I do Thank you very very very much.
Next Thomas you are going to report me in 2 weeks
Before you go home I will give you the information you need.
The night before Thomas is to go home the Nurse comes in and gives him a piece of paper with an address & phone number and tells him to be there next Saturday at 12 PM sharp.
He’d better be there or else she will call the Police and have him arrested.
Do you understand Thomas?
Yes, Nurse I. Promise I will be there.
Good, Thomas good night see you soon.
Saturday comes Thomas is at the address as he knocks on the door. As the door opening Thomas see the Nurse standing there as she say’s come in Thomas and closed the door once door is closed the Nurse tell Thomas to get down on his hands & knees and follow her as she walks to a chair and sits down she tell Thomas to get on his knees in front of her. Then she say' s Thomas you are here because of touching my sexy ass and you said that you will do anything for me not to tell anyone about what happen is this true Thomas? Yes, Nurse good boy Thomas now I have a contact that I'm going to read to you and then you are going to sign it or else I call The Police right now and have you arrested Thomas. Do you understand Thomas? Yes, Nurse.

OK Thomas The contact reads as
I Thomas xxxxxx are here to be punish every second Saturday at 12 PM for a year. And will stay as long as it takes to for Nurse xxxxxxxxx to punish me. And I no problems if Nurse wants to have a Friend help her in my punishment. I also understand the punishment is going to be easy and will do whatever I'm told to do be the Nurse and will not question her at anytime. I know  that the time may come that I want to back out of my punishment and know that The Nurse will then call the Police and have me arrested so I will do whatever it takes and take all my punishment like a good little boy that I’m. Now Thomas if you are ready to sign and get started. I'm ready to start As the Nurse say's good boy Thomas sign on the x. As the contact is now signed the nurse say's let get started Thomas.
The Nurse stand and say's on your hand & knees Thomas and follow me as the Nurse walks to a room and opening the door and walks in and tells Thomas that is going to be spending a lot of time in this room as you can see Thomas I have everything I need to punish you as Thomas looks wow Nurse does have everything from Spanking Implements, Enema equipment ass toys restrains toilet sink Spanking bench exam table. As the Nurse tells Thomas to get underdressed everything off and put all your thing in this bag. Thomas does as he is told
The Nurse takes the bag and tells Thomas to get on all fours and wait for her to return.
The door opens, the Nurse walks in closes the door She is stands there in very short Nurse’s uniform and tells Thomas now I'm ready to punish you nice and slow and very long. When I'm done with you Thomas your helpless ass is going to be very very very sore on the outside & inside and it is going to be a week if not longer before you sit again.

You are going to be shaved bared of all your manly hairs just like the naughty little boy that you are.

Now Thomas up on the table on your back I'm going to shave one leg then you are going down and go over my knees for a Spanking when I'm done back up on the then I'm going to shave the other leg and then back over my knees then back on the table and I'm going to shave your arm then you are going to get down on all fours so I can sit on your back and Spank you then back up on the table so I can shave the other arm the back down on all fours for a Spanking .After the Spanking back up on the table on your tummy so i can shave your back and helpless ass After that you will get off the table and get down on your knees legs spread wide opening so I can get comfortable in my chair and Spanked the inside of your shaved helpless ass cheeks see Thomas I'm going to make sure that every inch of your helpless ass is Spanked very well and you will remember my Spankings for a very very very time after that Spanking you get back up on the table on your back with your legs spread wide so I can finish shaving the last of your manly hair on your useless & helpless dick & balls. When I'm done you will go down bend over the table for the next Spanking. After this Spanking you will go to the corner down on your knees nose to the floor legs spread wide and wait for me to call you back for your first of many hot enemas. OK Thomas turn around and get on all fours and come over here once you get here get on your knees as I explain how this is going to work with your hot soapy enema you are going to get over my knees then I'm going to lube your helpless asshole for my bulb syringe nozzle then I'm going to administer the bowl of hot soapy water into your helpless asshole and you will Absolutely take every last drop of the hot soapy enema that I got here for you.
When you have taken all of my hot soapy enema solution. I'm going to put an inflatable butt plug into your helpless asshole and then I'm going to pump it and make sure that you hold my hot soapy enema solution till you have earn the privilege to expel my punishment enema.
The only that you are going to earn that privilege Thomas is by a Spanking.
After that I will let you go down on all fours and crawl over to the toilet.
Once there you will bend over in front of the toilet and hold my punishment enema until I get the butt plug out of your helpless asshole
Then I will let you expel my punishment for 10 mins I will be using a timer Thomas.
When the timer goes off you will stand up and clean yourself up and then you will wash your helpless ass & asshole so it is nice and clean for me.
Do you understand Thomas?
“Yes, Nurse”. “Good get that helpless ass over my knees now, I'm ready to administer your first of many hot soapy punishment enemas to you now. OK Thomas now that you are all nice and clean crawl over to my Spanking bench and get on it so I can secure you to it so that I can get nice and comfortable in my chair and start to opening up & stretch your helpless asshole for my toys and yes Thomas I will use lube. When I'm satisfied I will stop put the inflatable butt plug back in your helpless asshole and give you your next Spanking so you can earn the privilege to expel the rest of my hot punishment enema. And yes Thomas you are going to expel all my hot punishment enemas in front of me like the naughty little boy that you are Thomas. Yes, Nurse I understand.

OK Thomas it is time for your next hot soapy enema for this enema Thomas you are going to be in the corner on your knees legs spread wide opening and that helpless ass if yours up in the air again Thomas I'm going to get nice and comfortable in my chair and I'm going to use my nice syringe to suck the hot soapy enema water out of the bowl that I filled and are going to fill your helpless asshole with it all and it is going to be nice and hot going in your helpless asshole and when you have finished taking all of my hot soapy punishment enema I'm going to use a large butt plug to make sure that you hold it all in till you have earn the privilege of use the toilet and to make sure that you hold the butt plug in your helpless asshole I'm going to use some string to tie it in place once the got the butt plug tied in your helpless asshole that I'm going to administer your next spanking with you in the same position as I'm going to stand over you and use my nice strap to give your helpless ass a good long Spanking, When I get done with this Spanking Thomas you are going to be having a very very very hard time sitting down on the toilet to expel my hot soapy punishment enema because Thomas I'm going to make sure that your helpless is is going to be on fire and burning and I'm done with your Spanking you will crawl over to the toilet bend over it and hold all of my hot soapy punishment enema in you till I tell you that you can try and sit down on the toilet and expel it and yes Thomas you will sit on the the toilet seat and expel my hot soapy punishment enema if not I will cut your time down to 5 minutes and then I will secure you to my Spanking bench and give you a good long hard Punishment Spanking with my wooding paddle for not listening to me you think it was hard to sit then Thomas well guess how hard it is going to be after my wooding Paddle get' done with your helpless ass remember Thomas you are here to be Punished and you are going to be Punished slow & Long and it is going to be a week and  longer before you are going to sit again.
By The time you sit again Thomas guess what it is will time for you to come back for more Punishment just the way I planed it Thomas for the next year I'm going to make sure that it is going to be very very very hard for you to sit. OK Thomas times up for you expelling my hot soapy punishment enema you know what to do. Yes, Nurse good boy Thomas when you are all nice and clean. You are going to get down on all fours with that helpless ass of yours facing me so that I can spend sometime opening & stretching that helpless asshole with my nice toys till I'm satisfied when I'm satisfied I'm going to use that large butt plug again to make sure that you hold the rest of my hot soapy punishment enema in you till I'm done administering that Spanking you need to earn the privilege of expelling my hot soapy punishment enema. For this Spanking Thomas I/m going to tie you up over my Spanking Bench I have a nice leather Paddle that I know will get my point across to you and get you ready for my last very hot punishment enema I save the best for last Thomas you are going to hate this one that I will promise you Thomas. As you try and sit on the toilet Thomas I, m going to get things ready for your last very hot punishment enema & your last Spanking which is going to be a very long one with my hair brush Thomas. OK Thomas I'm going to fill my 2qt enema bag now I want you to see how HOT the water is going to be Thomas look over here at the water going into my enema bag, you are going to take it all Thomas right down to the last drop

Right Thomas
Yes Nurse
Good boy Thomas. Now when you done expelling my hot soapy punishment enema and you are all nice and clean you are going to crawl over to me and stand up in front of me so that I can get up ready for your last Spanking with my hair brush till you finish taking all of my 2 qt of very hot enema water.  Thomas the Spanking is not going to stop untill the enema bag is empty Are ready Thomas?  Stand in front of me

First thing I'm going to do Thomas is take this string and tie up your useless dick & balls nice & tight because this is the way that I'm going to make sure that you take all of your Spanking that I will be administering to your very very very sorry & helpless ass and I'm going to be holding the string with my one hand as the other hand Spanks you with my hair brush Till you have taking all of my very hot 2qt enema. And this is the way it is going to work Thomas with my very hot punishment enema I'm going to be using a double balloon enema nozzle for this enema to make sure that you hold all of my very hot punishment enema till my enema bag in empty Thomas. Now Thomas this is how it is going to work you will be on your knees face to the floor legs spread wide opening once I got the double balloon nozzle in your helpless asshole and secured and all pumped up and ready to go I will start the flow of my 2qt hot water punishment enema into your helpless asshole and when it gets to hot for you Thomas you are going to say Pretty Please Nurse Red when I hear that Thomas I will stop the flow of my 2qt hot water enema into your helpless asshole Then I will Spank you till I hear the words Pretty Please Nurse I'm ready to try and take more Pretty Please Nurse Green. When I hear that Thomas and I stop Spanking you Thomas you will get into the next position for my 2qt very hot water punishment enema and this position Thomas will be with you all fours so I can sit on your back and start & stop my 2qt very hot punishment enema into your helpless asshole Thomas and Spank you till I hear the words again Pretty Please Nurse I'm ready to try and take more Pretty Please Nurse Go. Then you will get down on your back Thomas and pull your legs up and back to your chest and for this position Thomas I'm going to remove my skirt and sit on your face and start my 2qt very hot punishment enema into your helpless asshole till I hear the words Thomas Pretty Please Nurse Red I will then stop my 2qt very hot punishment enema into your helpless asshole and the I will Spank your helpless ass and you Thomas will kiss my sexy ass till I have the words again Pretty Please Nurse I'm ready to try and take more Pretty Please Nurse Go. I will stop the Spanking and start the flow of my 2qt very hot punishment enema into your helpless asshole till I hear the words Pretty Please Nurse Red and you Thomas will keep kissing my sexy ass the whole time I'm administering my 2qt very hot punishment enema into your helpless asshole after all Thomas it is my sexy ass that got you into trouble in the first place you are going to show me Thomas how sorry you are by kissing my sexy ass Thomas see Thomas I'm going to make sure that you never ever touch a Nurse again or a female again with out her permission Thomas Do you understand Thomas Yes Nurse good boy Thomas. you Thomas will keep kissing my sexy ass till I hear the words Pretty Please Nurse Red. I will stop the flow of my 2qt very hot punishment enema into your helpless asshole and I will get up and remove my very very very wet panties and put them in your mouth to gag you Thomas because now The Spanking is going to get harder on your helpless ass because you are going to get up and get over my knees and I'm going to hold you in place Thomas with the string and my leg and I'm going to get you a real good OTK with my hairbrush till you let my wet panties fall out of your mouth Thomas and I hear the words Pretty Please Nurse I'm ready now to take all of your 2qt very hot punishment enema till your bag is empty Pretty Please Nurse Go as I release the clamp and let my 2qt very hot punishment fill your very helpless asshole Thomas and then I will put my wet panties back in your mouth and Spank you hard till my 2qt enema bag in empty. Once my enema bag is empty Thomas I will stop Spanking you and you will get down and crawl over to the toilet so I can remove my double balloon enema nozzle from your helpless asshole.


Thomas you are going to have a very very very very very very hard time trying to expel my very hot punishment enema. from that very very very very well Spanked ass of yours.
Once you are done I will let you take a shower and leave
I expect to see you back here in two weeks. I’m not finished with you yet..

CINDY

I had onIly been around Cindy for a few days before her herbal enema, but the change in her mood was remarkable. Aunt Vicki had asked me several times if I had seen a change in Cindy’s mood. I told her that I had never seen Cindy so happy and energetic. The next morning at the breakfast table Aunt Vicki said to Cindy, “Cindy, Michael and I have both noticed how much happier you have been for the last two weeks. We’ve also noticed that you have been much crankier the last couple of days. I knew the St. John’s wart tea would only last for a while. Aren’t you glad that you’ll only have to take an herbal enema every two weeks?” Her mother asked. Her daughter shot back, “No Mom. I’m not happy about it at all. I get a very thick Ivory soap enema that I have to hold for ten minutes. Then after cramping for twenty minutes on the toilet, I get a rinse enema, thank God, that I hold for five minutes, and finally I get a three-quart tea enema that I have to hold for twenty minutes. I just hope Mike doesn’t get to watch the next time.”

“Well Honey I hate to disappoint you, but it’s Saturday morning and the best day and time for your herbal enema. If it makes you feel any better, I found a tea that will help Michael’s ADD so you won’t be alone. I’ve had both teas steeping for an hour.” Aunt V stated as I realized what was about to happen. “Cindy, why don’t you take Michael down stairs and give him his soapsuds enema while I clean up the kitchen. Use lots of Ivory soap, and make him hold it for ten minutes.” Her mother instructed. We both knew it was futile not to do as she said. Cindy stood up, took my wrist, and said, “Come with me Michael. It’s enema time.” I fought her as she led me down the stairs and into the room, she removed my pajamas, she strapped me to the enema bench, and a short time later she was pouring the last two cups of milky white water into a thin pink latex enema bag as her mother entered the room. Cindy said, “I remember this was the first enema bag you used on me Mom. I’ll bet it looks as big to Michael as it did to me. This looks just like the Ivory soap punishment enemas I got from this bag!” “I heard how badly Michael fought you, so I cut a few fresh switches from the Hickory tree. I would have thought the strapping you gave him last time would have taught him a lesson, but I guess not. Maybe a good switching while he holds that enema will teach him.” Aunt V said as her daughter hooked the bloated bag above me. She continued, “Just leave the water in the sink Cindy. I’ll heat it back up for your enema while Michael holds his.” Cindy got a very troubled look on her face, knowing she had way too much Ivory soap in the water. I heard the click as Aunt V walked toward the sink saying, “Cindy, Honey, I could smell the Ivory soap from the kitchen. I think next time you’ll save this much soap just for Michael’s punishment enemas. Cindy could see how much trouble I was having, and dreaded what was coming. She had decided to practice giving me an enema the night before while her mother was in town, so I was able to take this one without stopping. Ten minutes later I was on my way to the bathroom as Aunt V was hanging a yellow bag just like the one Cindy had used on me. “Let’s get this over with Mom.” Cindy barked. “Well honey unless you want to hold it for twenty minutes when Michael’s done, we’d better wait awhile.” Aunt V responded. 

I was over the worst part in the bathroom when I heard Cindy moaning and whimpering. She had a much tougher time since she hadn’t had an enema in several days. She almost knocked me over waddling to the bathroom. Aunt V rinsed out the bag and started to fill the sink adding a dash of baking soda. “Cindy will be very careful with your enemas from now on Michael. I’m sure she has learned her lesson.” She stated, and then asked, “Do you want to sit and rest for a few minutes, or would you like to help me get your rinse enema ready?” From my first enema from Cindy, I had fantasized about giving her enemas. “Would you teach me how Aunt V?” I asked meekly. “I think it would be a very good idea for you to know how to make and give enemas Michael.” She said with a smile.  Aunt V carefully guided me from beginning to end. When the bag was full and the hose was purged, Aunt Vicki told me to hang it above the bed next to the wall. Seeing my puzzled look she explained, “Michael, I’m going to show you how to give yourself an enema this morning.” Aunt V’s instruction had taken quite some time. Cindy walked out of the bathroom as I caught the chain above the bed with the hook holding the bag. “You know Michael it might be better if you gave someone else an enema first. Unhook the bag and hang it above the enema bench. Cindy be a good girl and climb up on the bench. Michael is going to learn how to give an enema.” Her mother stated. Cindy started to protest until she felt the switch across the back of her thighs. “Don’t fight me young lady. If you’ll remember, I had you give me an enema, before you gave yourself your first enema.” Her mom stated.

We started at Cindy’s ankles. I strapped down her right side following what Aunt V did on her left. I was in two totally different worlds as I felt the inside of Cindy’s rectum while my aunt verbally guided my finger as deep as it would go. “Now Michael gently guide the enema nozzle all the way in. I want you to use my old black nozzle so you get used to how it feels. You also need to know how easily it comes out. Just rest your thumb and for finger against Cindy’s bottom.” Aunt V instructed. Cindy actually leaned back, the little bit she could, when I pushed the nozzle in. I snapped open the clip, and learned how to control the flow by pinching the hose. My final treat was to insert a two inch butt plug after her enema. Actually my final treat was the kiss on my cheek as Cindy said, “Thank you for the enema Michael.”

I ended up staying all summer with Aunt Vicki and Cindy. We were both given our share of enemas by Aunt Vicki. But the most exciting enemas we received from each other.
I’ll share some of those next time.

ANOTHER TRUE STORY

This is a true story. Happened to me about 12 years ago
She gently places her hand on my shoulder, leans over and whispers in my ear.  It s time for your pill, she says with a smile in her voice. We both know what that means. I push back from the table, excuse myself from the guests there gathered, and, also smiling, walk to the bathroom, where two white pills stamped Midol are waiting on the counter next to a double shot of single malt scotch. I smile with anticipation as I down the pills in a single gulp of the heady liquid.  The scotch warms my throat and stomach with afterglow.
I return to the table and finish my coffee as I feel the pills slowly begin to relax my lower body. I am loose, comfortable, and almost giddy with the knowledge that Mary is looking forward to our scene together as much as I am. She is of medium height and build, with pierced nipples and a shaved and pierced labia. Her short brown hair has varied between flaming red and brilliant blonde depending on her mood. Her smile is constant and often mischievous.
Her hand is again on my shoulder, her lips next to my ears. It’s time for your enema. she says softly, her eyes dancing around the table at the other guests who will soon be pairing off for their respective scenes. I turn my lips to hers, brush them softly, and follow her down the hallway to a dim candlelit room. Incense smolders in the corner, wafting silently throughout the room on unseen air currents. A two-quart enema bag bulging with warm water hangs from an IV holder at the side of the bed. She holds the oversized nozzle with the bullet shaped tip in one hand while she dabs Vaseline on it with the other. Take off your shirt she says not quite sternly, but with a definite touch of control. I do as I m bid, quickly shedding my shirt, then pants and socks into a pile on the chair. Uh Uh! She says. Hold the undies. Those are mine. Hmmmmm. Nice undies. She stops me from removing my silk boxer shorts as she runs her hand over my butt. Following the crease of my cheeks under my legs she cups my balls, gives them a squeeze through the silk. She pats me on the rear and softly commands Kneel. I do as I am bid. I lower myself onto the thin mattress that covers the floor, rocking back on my heels, tensing and alternately relaxing all the muscles in my body, awaiting her next command. The pills and scotch have done their respective jobs. I am thoroughly relaxed, almost drunk from the waist down, and high with anticipation.  That s a good boy she purrs, now lean forward so your shoulders touch the mattress. I do as I am told. She slides my shorts off, leaving me ass up, open, waiting, wanting and exposed.

The privacy of our silence is sharply punctuated by the snap of her rubber gloves, special gloves that I found for her, gloves that extend far above her wrist almost to her elbow. Hey, a guy can hope, can’t he?  She turns on soft atmospheric music and gently touches my anus with her index finger. Oooh, she says cooing in my ear. I can feel her gold ringed nipples brush my shoulders as her finger begins to probe me gently, moist with a large dab of Vaseline. Ohhh, she says again softly, You re waiting for me, aren t you? You want me in there, don t you? You look forward to being filled up don t you? To be full…to feel the pressure inside you, to be heavy and wet and totally mine. You can t wait to be open and exposed and very very vulnerable. That s the real thrill isn t it? To be open and accessible to me, who wants to be inside you, who wants to feel you wet and hot around my fingers, who wants to know that you re mine and you d do anything for me as long as you re naked and spread and open to me and are filled with warm water and can feel the pressure and can fell me…That s what it s all about, isn t it? Being open and spread wide apart and having me inside you, isn t it? I answer with a torrent of Yesyesyes as I feel the nozzle slide slowly inside me and the first slight pressure of the water as it begins to pour into my bowels.

She stands next to the bed, alternately opening and closing the valve, controlling the water that flows into me. Occasionally she stops for a moment, leans over me and gently massage my stomach which is beginning to bloat from the invasive water now flowing steadily into my intestines.  Roll over onto you back she says. I do so. I feel the water rush from one side of my abdomen to the other. She massages my stomach in circular motions, stopping occasionally to lift and push in my sides. My skin is taught over the bulging area of my lower abdomen. She smiles as if reading my thoughts. Nope, not yet she says, Few more minutes, We ll just let it settle in there and give you a gooood cleansing.  I smile back. Whatever she wants, I think to myself, whatever she wants to do. My ultimate pleasure is just being there, having her there with me, Enjoying her attention, the warmth, the scotch, the atmosphere and the enema.
I begin to struggle with the pressure, my legs tense, I squeeze hard not to let out a drop of water. She senses the tension between my buttocks.
OK, she breaks my reverie.  Up. Up. Up. Time to let go. She gently removes the nozzle from my anus and slowly helps me up to a sitting position.  Just rest for a moment, she says. I rise and take a few steps, thankful that I do not have to endure pregnancy. I waddle into the bathroom, sit gingerly on the toilet, close my eyes and enjoy the first rush of warm water as it gushes from deep inside me, followed closely by a second and third rush as I bear down on my intestines. The experience is almost orgasmic; feeling the motion of the water as it pours from my body, stimulating my anal nerve endings. I close my eyes, hands clasped to my knees, and watch the kaleidoscopic patterns that flash before me. I am thoroughly relaxed from the pills and liquor. I am absolutely calm all over. I shower quickly, dry myself, and with an impish grin to the mirror, reach under the counter and retrieve a soft rubber butt plug about four inches long, an inch plus in diameter, and flanged midway down the shaft. I grease it well and insert it gingerly, anticipating  the look on Mary s face when she finds me a step ahead of the game. I walk back to the bedroom, and with a sheepish grin to Mary and kneel on all fours on the bed.


There is a moment of silence, a giggle, a smart smack on my butt and Mary says Ohhh, you naughty boy. What HAVE you done? I smile as she runs her hand over my butt, between my cheeks and pokes at the butt plug. Oh. So you want me inside you, do you? So you want to be open and entered and exposed and totally vulnerable to me, do you? So you want me deep inside you, my fingers, maybe even my fist, don t you? But that s the name of the game, she leans over and whispers in my ear, Isn t it? Fisting. Mmmm  she says. And. I m. Gonna. Fist.  You.  My cock stiffens. My scrotum draws tight around my testicles. I spread my legs as wide as they will go. She knows she s right. She knows I want her. She knows everything there is to know about me. And reaches for her strap-on….

AUNT VICKI

Pure Fantasy! 
      I guess at thirteen I'm not quite old enough to fend for myself during my parents 35 day cruise. So after five hours in a bus and almost an hour in the car, I find myself sitting across the kitchen table from my aunt Vicki. We chat for a while about my trip and how much fun I'm going to have on the farm. Then I got blindsided. "Michael your mom tells me you almost always get constipated when you travel." She said as she reached out to hold my hand. She continued, "Oh Honey don't be embarrassed. I have the same problem when I travel."


      Aunt Vicki was maybe thirty years old. Her bright red hair, beautiful face, and hourglass figure overwhelmed me. The short hem of her sundress revealed the garter attached to her stocking. "Michael when I get home from a trip, within an hour I feel good as new. Would you like me to show you how?" Aunt Vicki asked. "That would be great. Sometimes I'm like this for days." I answered.


      I followed Aunt Vicki upstairs. She showed me to my room, and told me to put my clothes away and change into shorts and a tee shirt. "Michael my bedroom is at the other end of the hall. Meet me there once you've changed." She stated.


      I walked down the hall and into a very large bedroom. "Aunt Vicki." I called. "I'm in here Michael" I heard from an open door at the other end of the room. I walked into the bathroom and froze. A beautiful redhead was standing in front of the sink with two cups of milky white water in her right hand, and a blue pumpkin enema bag in her left. As she poured the measuring cup into the already bloated enema bag, she said, "Michael why don't you sit up on the table over there and relax? I'll have your enema ready in just a minute."


      I protested declaring I didn't want an enema, and I wasn't going to take an enema. Just as Aunt Vicki was hanging the bag from a chain above the table, I bolted out the door.  A short time later she found me hiding in the barn. I meekly followed as she took my wrist, but instead of taking me back to the house I was led to a wooden horse with a blanket draped over it. Aunt V took my other wrist and pulled me over the horse then quickly strapped both wrists down. A strap was pulled across my back, my shorts were pulled off, and my ankles were bound to the sides of the horse. "I knew I was going to have to whip you Michael. I didn't think it would be so soon." She said walking out of the barn. "I'll be good. I promise. I'll be good." I yelled. "I bet you will." She responded.


      I looked up when I heard her footsteps. She had the bloated enema bag in one hand and a thick leather strap in the other. I was terrified. When she finally put the strap down, I was screaming and wailing. She took her time working the cold lube up inside me. Then I felt the balloon pop into me, and squeeze after squeeze get bigger and bigger. The outer balloon was filled, I heard the click, and felt the cold soapy water surge into me. "Michael I had planned on spending the morning giving you warm soothing enemas to show you how good they can feel, but it's probably good that you find out what my punishment enemas are like right away. A nice big cold soapy enema and another strapping is a good start." She said as she sat down beside me and lit a cigarette.


      The next morning I woke up and went downstairs. I didn't find you so I went back upstairs and called your name. "I'm in here Michael." She answered. I walked into the bedroom. The bathroom door was open, so I entered to see Aunt Vicki on her chest and knees taking an enema from a very large black bag. As I turn to leave she said, "It's ok Michael you can stay. Your not the only one who has to take enemas." "The bag is so big. Can you take all that?" I asked. "I sure can honey. Once a month I take a really big soapsuds enema. My black bag holds 4 quarts and I take every drop. After I release it I'll attach a colon tube to the bathtub faucet. Then I lie down in the tub and take a really high rinse enema for thirty to forty minutes. Don't worry honey, it'll be a long time before you have to take a four quart enema." She explained.


      When the bag emptied Aunt V looked at the clock on the wall. "Michael open the cupboard beside the sink for me please." She asked. When I opened the tall door there must have been over twenty enema bags hanging inside. She smiled at my reaction. "Ok honey why don't you get the blue pumpkin bag out for me and hang it on the hook next to the sink." She said as she backed off the table and sat down to release her enema. "I'll need to rest for a little while before I take my rinse enema. I'll show you just how soothing and relaxing an enema can be. Have you ever had to get your own enema ready Michael?" Aunt Vicki asked. I just shook my head slowly with a worried look on my face. "Don't worry honey. I'll tell you just what to do. Turn the faucet on full hot. The Ivory soap and the measuring cup are under the sink. Now close the drain and drop the bar of soap in the water. When the sink is full I start to fill the measuring cup. "Michael you need to let the soap soak for a while. You want your enema to be good and soapy don't you? Do you need a good soapy enema?" She asked smiling. "Yes maam. I need a nice big soapy enema." I replied. "Ok honey I'm going to give you a two quart enema so fill the measuring cup four times. I know it looks big Michael, but you told me you wanted a big soapy enema." She stated. Aunt Vicki got up, took the bag from me, and hung it above the table. I was told to take off my pajamas and lie down on my back. She setup the stirrups so my ankles were high and wide apart. I felt the wide bulb of the nozzle pop in. She said, "Now Michael Aunt Vicki's going to give you a nice big soapsuds enema. Are you going to be a good boy for me?" She asked. "Yes maaam. I'll take my enema like a good boy." I whispered.


      "I'll be right back Michael." Aunt V said walking out of the room. She returned wearing a sheer white teddy that accentuated every part of her figure. Her red skin tone glowed. Her nipples made a crest in the sheer silk, falling straight down barely covering her perfectly shaved bright red pussy. She walked to the counter, lit a cigarette, stepped between my legs, and said, "Enema time Michael." I heard the click and instantly felt the Ivory soap. Aunt Vicki gently coaxed the enema in saying, "You know Michael, I wore my white teddy because I'm giving you a gentle, soothing enema. When I wear my black, or red, or pink, or yellow teddy, your enemas will be quite different."  The bag was empty and my belly was full. "Now Honey I want you to hold your enema while I get things ready for my rinse enema. I'll make you come, you can get up, and I'll get in the tub." She stated. She took her good time getting every thing ready, but it was wonderful watching her breasts bounce as she moved around. I was still dazed when she climbed in the tub; I slid off the table and sat down. I was so distracted watching her work the colon tube deeper and deeper, I forgot all about the cramping.
    I had no idea what was waiting for me in the basement!  
More to come.

MORE FROM AUNT VICKIE

Early in the morning of the fourth day Aunt Vicki came to my room to wake me. “Get out of here and leave me alone.” I shot back. Sometime later I was pulled out of bed by my wrist and told to put my slippers on. “Come with me.” She said leading me by the wrist. I was led out the kitchen door into the back yard to a large tree. At the base of the tree were many branches growing straight up. Aunt Vicki cut four, stripped the leaves off, held them together, and cut the ends all the same length. I followed her back in the house as she whipped each switch through the air.

Aunt V opened a door on the other side of the kitchen and proceeded down the steps to the basement. She unlocked a door at the end of the hall, and then led me in. When the lights came on I couldn’t believe what I saw. In the center of the room was a padded table I was soon strapped down to. Aunt V helped me put my knee on one of the narrow pads at the end of the table, and then steadied me while I spread my knees wide apart to reach the other pad. My legs were strapped down behind my knees and at my ankles. I was pulled forward over another pad adjusted to my waist, and slanted downward so my head was well below my bottom. Straps held my wrists down and forward on either side of the table. Finally a wide strap was pulled across the small of my back.
“Michael I won’t tolerate you talking back to me. The other day you learned how pleasant and relaxing an enema can be. Today you are going to learn how unpleasant and very difficult an enema can be.” She stated. The walls on either side of me were covered with whips, straps, and paddles. In front of me was a counter with a gooseneck faucet over the sink, and a tall cupboard to the right. Aunt V started running the water into the sink, and then opened a door below the counter and pulled out a bar of Ivory soap and a two-cup measuring cup. She opened the tall door. Again it was covered with enema bags, but these seemed to be larger. She took out an amber pumpkin bag and hung it on a hook beside the sink. The sink was plugged, and the bar of soap dropped in as it filled. I could see steam coming out of the sink. “Don’t worry Michael. It’s going to be a while before I fill the bag.” She said. I could barely see the bar of soap floating when the water stopped.


Aunt V could see me looking at the switches lying on a cart next to the table. “Don’t worry about the switches just yet Michael. I’m saving those for your enemas.” She said as she took down a four-inch wide leather strap from the wall. I was screaming after the ten strokes. The soap was swished through the water with a nod. A black round paddle brought my butt to a bright red with ten more strokes. Between my sobs I heard, “That’s a good start.”


As she swished the soap around Aunt V said, “Michael this won’t be hot enough to burn you, but it’s going to feel like it. With this much Ivory soap, it needs to be good and hot.” The water in the glass measuring cup was white. Four times she filled the cup and poured it into the enema bag. Each time the pleats got smaller until it looked just like a pumpkin. A double Balloon nozzle was selected from a drawer below the sink. Aunt Vicki turned and with a smile said, “Enema time Michael.” She had to hold the bag with both hands as she reached above her head and hooked the bag on a chain above the table. I was well lubricated and soon the Balloon was sealed in place.


Just as I heard the click and felt the surge of soapy water stinging my colon I heard, “Aunt Vicki are you down there?” “Who’s that? Tell them to go away. I don’t want any one to see me like this.” I commanded. “Relax Michael. It’s just your cousin Cindy. You two are good friends, so she won’t mind.” Aunt V stated continuing, “Were down here honey.” Moments later my gorgeous sixteen year old cousin was standing inside the door and said, “Ouch! Look at that butt. You must have been really bad Mike.” She said shaking her head. “When I woke him up this morning he told me to get out and leave him alone.” Her mom replied. Then asked, “Cindy Honey, I need to whip Michael while he’s taking this enema. Would you run up to my room and bring me that new four quart blue pumpkin bag I just got?”


I was just getting down off the bench, and being led to the bathroom when Cindy returned with a big blue pleated enema bag in her hand and an eager smile on her face saying, “Is there anything I can do to help Mom?” “Sure Honey. I think it would be good for Michael to know I’m not the only one that will be giving him enemas.” She said walking towards a round table. She sat down and lit a cigarette, and then told her daughter to rinse out the sink, fill it with hot water, and pour in several tablespoons of baking soda. She was instructed to measure three quarts of water into the enema bag and hang it above the bench to cool. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the bathroom to hear her mother say, “Ok Cindy, help Michael back up on the bench and strap him down for his next enema. If he gives you any trouble, you can paddle him with the leather strap.” Cindy struggled getting me back over the bench, but as she finally strapped my wrists down she smiled and said, “You’re gonna’ be sorry you gave me so much trouble Michael. I bet you won’t the next time.” “Cindy do you want to strap him now, or wait and make him hold the enema while you strap him?” Aunt V asked. “He wouldn’t be able to hold an enema Mom.” Cindy replied.


It was the worst strapping I had ever been given. I couldn’t believe a small girl could swing a strap that hard. Between each of the first ten strokes she made me say, “I’ll be a good boy when Cindy gives me an enema.” Cindy very gently inserted a pear shaped nozzle into me as I recovered. “Honey, Michael isn’t used to taking enemas, so you need to take your time and be gentle.” Her mother stated as she filed her nails. I heard the click, and felt the enema surge into me. “Wow Mom! I have always thought Aunt Mary gave enemas just like you do. I was sure Michael was on his chest and knees every Saturday morning just like me. You had taught me how to give myself enemas when I was his age!” Cindy exclaimed stopping the flow for a few moments. I heard the click again just as Aunt V stood up, started filling the sink with hot water, and said, “Michael is going to get two more enemas. So now would be a good time for your herbal enema Cindy. I can give you your soapsuds and rinse enemas while Michael is in the bathroom, then I’ll send him outside to play before we start your herbal enema. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Cindy protested as her mom walked out of the room. “What’s an herbal enema Cindy?” I asked. “Mom thinks I’m depressed, so she has decided to start giving me enemas made with St. Johns Wart tea.” She explained as her mom entered with a pitcher of dark tea in her hand. “I’m not going to take an enema while Michael is here.” Cindy shouted stomping her foot. “Stop the water when the sink gets full Cindy. I’m going out back to cut a few new switches.” Her Mother said turning toward to door. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. You won’t need the switches.” Cindy pleaded.


Cindy was releasing the straps as her mother was filling a long amber bag with very soapy white water. “Help him into the bathroom Cindy, and then get undressed and up on the bench. Your soapsuds enema is almost ready.” Aunt V said. I could hear her moaning and groaning while her mother gave her the enema. When I walked out of the bathroom Cindy was over the bench with a double Balloon spreading her beautiful ass. The amber bag was empty. Her mother told her she had to hold the enema for five more minutes. Aunt V stood up from the table and went to the sink and said, “Michael why don’t you come over and pick the enema bag for your peppermint soap enema.” I inched to the cupboard door covered with enema bags. Aunt V filled the sink with hot water, pulled a bottle of peppermint soap from below the sink, and poured a third of the bottle into the water. She smiled realizing so many enema bags mesmerized me. “Michael I’m going to help Cindy to the bathroom. You better have an enema bag picked out when I get back.” She stated.