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…

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