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She lifted herself onto the exam table and watched the nurse take out a small funnel-shaped device attached to a container. \"Now, I need to place this -- \" the nurse started to say, and lifted the edge of Katharine\'s gown. Their eyes met for a moment. \"You will have to remove your panties, also, please.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine smiled apologetically. \"Didn\'t have time...sorry.\" She slightly lifted off the table and pulled her panties down; the nurse pulled them off her legs and laid them with the rest of the clothes. The nurse pushed the gown up Katharine\'s thighs now. \"Could you please open your legs a little?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her legs parted, not revealing a dark secret place, but instead, a smoothly-shaven genital area. \"I started taking the hair off a while ago, \" she offered a bit lamely, when she detected a slight reaction from the nurse, whose fingers hovered just a second before her fingertips gently pulled Katharine\'s labia apart and carefully fitted the funnel against her patient\'s urethral area. <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Certainly makes this a lot easier and neater,\" the nurse offered, making sure the device was flush against Katharine skin. She then pulled the gown hem down a bit, covering the funnel, trying to make this particular transaction as discrete as possible. \"Any time you\'re ready...\" she announced, holding the funnel tight against her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So, I just..?\" The nurse nodded. \"Well, here goes,\" Katharine said quietly, and relaxed herself, trying not to be too aware of the equipment between her legs and the woman who was waiting to collect her pee. Okay, she thought, let\'s do it. After just a second delay, she felt herself open up, and the urine began to stream into the container, filling it up. Katharine had of course gone before she left the house, but she emptied herself again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, that\'s it, I guess.\" The nurse pulled the funnel away and set the container on a nearby counter, then reached for a piece of moist toweling. \"Now, let\'s get you cleaned up and ready for Doctor.\" The nurse ran the towel between Katharine\'s legs, quickly yet thoroughly, and rearranged the gown, which reached midway to her knees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I didn\'t think this exam was going to include any gynecological stuff. This is for my work, you know.\" Katharine\'s pulse quickened a bit.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, it\'s nothing specific. Just a general check, that\'s all. It will be over before you know it.\" She glanced at Katharine, and patted her hand lightly. \"Don\'t be concerned. You\'ll do just fine.\" Katharine was just about to protest again, when the door opened and the doctor strode in, reading from a file.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Helen, is this another person from Tele Vid Industries?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, I am.\" Katharine spoke up, kind of resenting being addressed in the third person. And damn it, look at me, she thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The doctor stopped in his tracks. \"Oh, I\'m sorry. Your company\'s been on a hiring binge and you\'re about the tenth person in here since last week.\" He extended his hand. \"Dr. Garrett. Hi.\" He looked to be about 45, probably over six feet tall, brown hair, pleasant looking, seemed friendly, too.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re right,\" Katharine smiled. There \'s a big new project starting up -- I just moved here.\" She didn\'t mind the small talk; anything to avoid getting down to business. HIS business, that is.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, that\'s great. Everything going okay, nurse?\" He set Katharine\'s file down and came to stand in front of her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. We\'ll get the blood sample and the other vitals after you\'re through.\" The nurse moved to stand by the end of the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fine. Let\'s get started, then.\" He slipped the stethoscope into his ears, and gently placed it against her upper chest over the gown as she breathed, perhaps a little more heavily than normal, then he began move it around. The disc descended between her breasts, which gave under the light pressure, and traveled around them, and under their roundness. Dr. Garrett then moved the disc to her back, where he untied her gown and opened it slightly. His stethoscope touched bare skin, moving in circles over her back, as he listened intently. \"All right...very good.\" He kept up a soothing commentary as he examined her. \"So, how do you like the city so far?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With one hand, Garrett slipped the gown down off Katharine\'s shoulders in a casual move, and she found herself naked to the waist before she knew it, her breasts exposed, her nipples annoyingly on the hard side. \"Gosh,\" she blurted out before she knew it. She hadn\'t expected this, not yet. Her voice brought Garrett\'s hand to a halt. \"I\'m sorry, did you have a question?\" His hands had been palpating her neck and shoulder area.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I guess not. Sorry.\" She half-heartedly brought her arms up a little higher, trying to display a trifle of modesty. \"And uh, the city seems great.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>His eyes swept down to meet hers. \"It is. You\'ll really like it.\" He moved back a step from the table. \"Arms at your side, please,\" he asked, staring intently at her chest area. \"Sit up straight, please, Katharine.\" Her posture immediately improved and he smiled briefly. \"That\'s great.\" He moved closer again, and his hands began to move over her breasts, feeling their depths, revealing their secrets. He pushed and pressed on her, but with a dispassionate ease that almost calmed Katharine. He lifted each breast in his hand, as if weighing it, all the while chatting away while his fingers roamed over her naked skin, his eyes now and then glancing up, but then returning to their duties.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Would you lay back, please?\" His hands lightly pushed her back onto the table. She reclined, the top of the gown now situated around her waist area, her breasts flattened but still very round. Dr. Garrett\'s hands moved over her again, and this time she had nowhere else to look but up at him as continued the exam, this time paying particular attention to her nipples, which he pinched and compressed several times. \"Everything seems fine here,\" he said. \"You do monthly self-exams, don\'t you, Katharine?\" He looked down at her, smiling, as if this were the most natural circumstances under which to be conversing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, of course.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s good. You have rather a dense breast composition and you really need to do a thorough job. Don\'t rush it.\" She expected him to pull the gown back up over her upper body, but his hands merely continued on their professional path, palpating her torso, pressing on her abdomen, moving further down her body. Katharine was beginning to feel too exposed, but didn\'t want to sound like a baby, so she just lay there, once glancing over the nurse\'s way to see her arranging some instruments on a tray. She just wished her nipple weren\'t so hard.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Any menstrual irregularities?\" Garrett inquired. \"Regular cycles?\" His hands were now positioned at the bunched up gown around her waist. He stopped there.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, no problem. I\'ve always been like clockwork.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re lucky. I saw that you use a diaphragm. They\'re great if you use them right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A wave of slight modesty swept over Katharine. And the room was a little chilly -- her nipples were still hard, and she really wanted to stop being naked. \"Well, I do,\" she answered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. Garrett\'s fingers paused on the fabric of the gown. \"It looks like you\'re in good shape,\" he pronounced, pulling the garment back up and over her shoulders.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Great, Katharine thought. Let\'s cut this thing short and get me out of here. He was a terrific doctor and everything, but it could only go downhill from here. Just as she was about to sit up, she felt the bottom of the gown being lifted up and a cool rush of air on her naked lower body. The nurse was now positioned next to the doctor at the end of the table, and Katharine felt her calm professional hands on her right knee.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Garrett was looking at her shaven smoothness. Such a contrast to the usual view from his angle. \"May I ask a personal question?\" Dr. Garrett said with something less than a medical edge in his voice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine couldn\'t help but give a chuckle. \"Considering the circumstances, is there any other kind?\" She could feel his warm hand just above her pubic mound, resting there, casual and professional.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There seems to be a lot of women these days removing the hair -- is this some trend I\'m not aware of? It used to be quite rare. Lately, I\'d say at least 10 percent of the women I see have done it.\" He seemed genuinely interested in the phenomenon.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can only speak for myself, but I really prefer it and it\'s no trouble.\" She felt only a little weird discussing her hairless cunt under these conditions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re definitely not alone,\" he said. \"Now, just please relax, Katharine. A few second later, she felt her legs being parted and Garrett\'s plastic-gloved finger eased itself down her cleft, moving swiftly past her clitoris, as he felt her labia between his fingertips, touching every area there, in an exam more thorough than any she had ever had. He pressed, he pushed; his fingers, singly and in groups, moved over her genital area until he knew every detail of her anatomy. And Katharine couldn\'t even say she hated it. It felt almost soothing, to her surprise. He all but ignored her clitoris; guess he figured that must work okay. He kept us his little commentary, too. \"That looks fine, okay, let\'s just feel this once again,\" he murmured quietly. Her legs were still not widely apart, so she didn\'t feel quite so exposed as she might have. This wasn\'t so bad, not at all.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Katharine, I\'m going to use the stirrups now to do a pelvic. Could you please scoot towards the end of the table.\" The nurse\'s cool hands pushed her butt forward and took hold of her ankles to place them in the metal holders. This automatically opened her legs, spreading her genital area wide and making the lips part.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Dr. Garrett, do you really need to -- \" Katharine knew it was silly to protest this, it was a standard procedure, but it was horrible, so matter how professional the doctor acted. Next time, she vowed, I\'m getting a lady doctor. It can\'t be this awkward.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Katharine, I know this is always uncomfortable. Sometimes it can help if you see what I\'m doing. Would you like to watch this part of the exam? We have a mirror we can set up. I would recommend it, actually. You will probably learn something.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing could be worse than lying there exposed. \"Thank you, I would like to watch.\" What the hell, she thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse placed a small pillow under Katharine\'s head to raise it a little, as the doctor maneuvered a large mirror on a stand and positioned it next to the stool he was using. Katharine almost gasped as she focused for the first time on the image -- there she was, completely exposed, every private part of her bathed in bright light, her labia pink and glistening from the doctor\'s ministrations, yet she felt undeniably in control of the situation, somehow. It was empowering to see herself like this. Of course, she had often used a mirror at home to look at herself, but this was different. Very different.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You see, this is a little better isn\'t it ? I don\'t recommend this to my older patients, they\'re not as comfortable with their genitals usually, anyway, but I think this is a good solution.\" She met his eyes as they glanced up at her for a second. \"The mirror in a good place for you?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, it\'s fine.\" She was transfixed by the blatant power and beauty of the image she saw. Now she was almost enjoying this part She could see her clitoris, mostly hidden under its hood, and her vaginal opening, moisture beginning to seep from deep inside her -- she could see everything, and so could Dr. Garrett and the nurse. And the stark impact was emphasized by her shaved cunt. They could see it all. It was stunning.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Katharine, I\'m going to use my fingers to feel around your outer genital region again,\" and as he spoke, she could see and feel his fingers moving over her again, the image in the mirror mesmerizing, as she watched him touch her. \"I\'m examining your large lips -- labia majora -- now your inner lips, your urethral opening.\" His voice calmed her and made her a part of the exploration. \"I\'m just going to push back the clitoral hood..\" This made Katharine squirm a little --she was very sensitive, and she was trying to keep calm as he used two fingers to push the hood back, and his finger prodded her clitoris. He could see a reaction-- there was a slight contraction of the entire vulva region. Without the hair, every movement was very noticeable. And Katharine saw it too, in the mirror. Garrett\'s fingers were starting a sexual reaction, and she tried to dismiss it. 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I can\'t tell.\" Katharine really was trying to concentrate on what he was doing, his.. exam? Didn\'t feel like one now exactly, but she actually felt like she was learning something this time, not just the doctor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sometimes it feels as if you have to urinate.\" His other hand was gently pressing down just above her pubic mound. He continued to move his finger gently inside her. \"I really just wanted to show you where it is - some patients are comfortable and want to go that extra step to see what it\'s like to orgasm this way, but we can stop right now. I want you to feel okay about this.\" He stopped his movements. \"I see so many women who know so little about their own bodies. I just can\'t stand women not knowing all that they can do for themselves. It\'s really a health issue as much as a sexual one. I know you didn\'t come here for this, but...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine\'s inhibitions were by now fast disappearing in the spirit of scientific investigation. 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Well, if he doesn\'t mind, neither do I. Suddenly she felt something sort of give inside her. \"Oooohh,\" she moaned softly. \"God.\" All at once her genitals starting pulsating, not from anything external, but deep, deep inside her, as his finger kept up its relentless regular rhythm. \"Something\'s happening...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay...okay, let\'s just keep on going here, Katharine. I\'ll be able to feel it.\" It was just a few seconds later when Dr. Garrett felt Katharine\'s vagina constrict around his finger, and she was thrown into a series of incredible internal orgasmic contractions. As she looked into the mirror, she saw a stream of liquid emerge from her vaginal area, as Dr. Garrett pressed the towel to her entrance and sopped up the fluid.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then it was over. \"Katharine, wasn\'t that amazing? You see, both the G Spot and female ejaculation are absolutely real. And it\'s a crime that women don\'t know about it. \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine\'s genitals were just calming down about now. \"Yes, thank you.\" She looked into the mirror. She was red, engorged, her genitals looked alive. \"It was fascinating.\" Somehow whatever hesitancy she had at the beginning of the exam was completely gone -- and this was the best doctor she had ever gone to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was continuing the exam now, more conventionally. The nurse handed him the speculum. \"I\'m going to insert the speculum now.\" It slid inside Katharine easily, and he continued the conversation while peering inside her, and performing a pap smear.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I took whatever human sexuality courses I could get my hands on -- and I couldn\'t believe my colleagues weren\'t as interested in this area as I was. And it certainly is gratifying to help someone learn something rather than just go through the regular exam stuff.\" Katharine felt the usual pinches and slight discomfort as he completed the smear, but it was nothing like the usual. \"You look just fine in there -- good color, nice and pink, good moisture. And good muscle tone. That was a terrifically strong orgasmic contraction you had. I wish I could have measured it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You can measure that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. Garrett was pulling the speculum out of her now. She watched as it emerged from inside her and her vagina closed up again. \"Oh, I almost forgot. You want to look at your cervix? Come here.\" He reinserted the speculum inside her and moved the mirror directly in front of her and positioned the light to illuminate the area. \"Sit up a little. Take a look.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine sat up, and as she did so, the gown slipped down off her shoulders and off her body, leaving her completely naked. But it didn\'t matter now. She looked into the mirror and looked inside herself, seeing the pink dimple that was her cervix, and the lush conch- colored interior of her own vagina. It was beautiful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"See?\" He opened the speculum a little more and directed more light into her. \"Now, how can anybody not want to know about that?\" He sounded like a proud father.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She reclined back down again, her totally naked body in a state of super-awareness. The nurse smiled at the doctor; clearly, she enjoyed this too. She noticed the gown on the floor and went to pick it up, but Katharine shook her head. The nurse instead draped a small towel over her breasts. \"I don\'t know how I can thank you. You\'ve done more than any doctor I\'ve ever had to actually help me. I really appreciate it.\" And she meant it. Dr. Garrett sat back down on his stool and wiped down Katharine\'s genital area. \"Oh, I almost forgot -- let me show you how we can measure vaginal strength.\" The nurse handed him a dildo-like object. \"This is it. It goes in, and you squeeze, and we can measure the pressure. Would you like to try it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure.\" Katharine watched as he began to push the object into her -- it was larger than the speculum, and he went slowly, letting her vagina adjust to the wider diameter. \"Hmmm...that\'s pretty big. It\'s really stretching me.\" Garrett held his finger on the device to keep it inside. \"Remember, the vagina is incredibly elastic, both in length and width. This is nothing. Think of a baby! But it is more than the speculum.\" He attached some wires to what looked like a gauge, and they connected to the device. \"Okay, Katharine, now you squeeze your muscles, and this will measure the pressure.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She tightened her vagina around the instrument. \"Now, hold it just a moment while I get a reading...okay, relax. And again....\" Katharine\'s muscles grew taut, and it felt almost like the beginnings of an orgasm with someone inside her. This was somehow more sexual than the G Spot part of this exam, and she began to feel exposed again. Finally, he said \"Okay, that\'s enough. Very impressive.\" In the mirror she saw her vaginal opening distended by the device, and Dr. Garrett fiddling with the connections.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The specific readings wouldn\'t make any sense, but you have excellent muscle strength. Among the strongest I\'ve ever recorded. Now, this is a little different than in involuntary orgasmic contraction, but it gives a range.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How would you ever test an orgasmic contraction, anyway?\" Katharine was curious at this point.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, in the lab, a woman masturbates to orgasm, and they get the data that way. The meter can be done with a control cord from a remote location. It\'s pretty common clinic practice.\" He started to unclip the connectors.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wait...Doctor. Could we try that, too?\" This was an interesting experiment, and she wanted to help Garrett if she could.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, I don\'t have the remote cord set-up, sorry.\" He continued to unhook the meter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s now or never, Katharine thought. \"Look, I don\'t mind. Forget about the remote -- we can do it here. It\'s okay. I mean, everything\'s set up already.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. Garrett looked at her. \"You don\'t really have to do that. I wouldn\'t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine was insistent now. \"No, really, it\'s fine. At this point, you\'ve got me interested in this. Just tell me what to do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, if you don\'t mind, I would love to get the data.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, please, just tell me what you want.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'re already hooked up. Um...\" Dr. Garrett hesitated just a moment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You, uh, need to stimulate yourself to an orgasm.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine\'s hands started towards her pubic area. \"I can do that. I\'ve never done it in these circumstances, but I think I can.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can go away and come back in a few moments if that would help.\" Garrett started to push the stool away from the table and back off.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, no. Let me just get going here.\" Katharine\'s hand paused just a second before she dropped her index finger down to her clitoris and touched it gingerly. \"I just need a little lubrication.\" She dipped her finger lower and bumped into the vaginal probe, even though she was watching herself in the mirror. \"Oops. Sorry.\" She felt around the edge and gathered some moisture and brought it up to her clit. \"Okay.\" She began to gently rub herself, watching her fingers move around her sensitive spot, glancing up to see Dr. Garrett trying not to stare, but he was aware of her movements and monitoring the minute changes in her vaginal muscles as she stimulated herself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine saw the nurse leave the room. Weren\'t they supposed to always be in the examining room? She hesitated a second.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. Garrett noticed. \"Is there something wrong?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The nurse. She\'s gone. I thought that -- \" At that moment the nurse reentered the room carrying a box and came over to the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sometimes it\'s easier with a little help.\" She pulled out a vibrator and plugged it in. \"This has worked before.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katharine looked over the large wand-type machine. \"You have things like this lying around a doctor\'s office?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I do some non-orgasmic women\'s therapy groups sometimes.\" The nurse seemed to really want Katharine to try it, so she turned it on and applied it near her clitoral area. The feeling was instantaneous and intense.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My god...this is going to take about 30 seconds.\" She rode with the feeling, and it literally wasn\'t more than half a minute later when Katharine felt the familiar buildup coming on, and all at once she was wracked by a gut-wrenching orgasmic spasm that clenched her vaginal muscles.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh...oh...!\" She pulled the vibrator away from her body and felt her insides go rigid again and again, each contraction registering on Dr. Garrett\'s little machine. She tried not to make noise, but another little whimper escaped her lips as another wave passed through her cunt. It was a mighty climax, intensified by the vibrator and by the circumstances, and Katharine felt a little sheepish after it was over.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse had been watching the whole thing, and her satisfied smile was Katharine\'s \"job well done.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Garrett didn\'t say anything for a moment. \"I had no idea,\" he said after his silence, \"how interesting this would be. The readings are simply amazing. I don\'t know how to thank you for this opportunity.\" As Katharine lay back again, she watched in the mirror as he slowly pulled the device from her vagina, carefully wiping her genital area with the towel when it was out, as a flow of her juices followed. After a few minutes the meter was completely disconnected, and Garrett turned back to Katharine, who was still resting, her feet up in the stirrups, her entire pubic region engorged and puffy. He gently rested his hand against her vulva as in a benediction.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you,\" he said quietly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse finally lowered Katharine\'s legs, and now she was primly lying on her back, and the nurse at this point handed her the gown again and helped Katharine to a sitting position. Her breasts were also engorged, nipples enlarged after her orgasms, and after a moment she held the gown in front of her, finally realizing she was completely naked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay, well, I guess that\'s it.\" Garrett gave her a big smile. \"Thanks. You\'ve got a clean bill of health. You be sure to come back if you need anything.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you. I will.\" Katharine watched Dr. Garrett leave the room with her file, and she hopped off the table, standing naked as she reached for her clothing. This was one trip to the doctor that she would really remember.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,2,2,'en',0,'<p>It was January of 1994 and I suppose by this time we had all finally accepted that the Cold War was over, done and past. There were no more surprises lurking around the corners of history, it was truly finished. At the same time we lost that sense of danger that comes from living under the volcano. It had been said again and again that we were just 48 hours away from being overrun by Warsaw Pact armored divisions and who really knows how much truth there was to that pessimistic prophecy ? I\'m glad I never found out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In any case I have always been fascinated by the old Soviet Union, having just missed out on learning Russian in school back in the States when my family (and my feebly protesting self) moved to Europe. And even though I wrote my college thesis on Cold War origins, for some reason or other I never traveled across the Iron Curtain. Was it prudence that undoubtedly came from listening to my father\'s old war stories ? In 1942 in Archangel way above the Arctic Circle, he had come just a hair\'s breadth away from being either summarily executed or shipped away to a camp in the Gulag by Stalin\'s goons in the NKVD. Or so the family tale went. And that just because of his sailor\'s lust for pussy. Maybe it was all somewhat less harrowing in actual fact or maybe his stories grew in the telling. Who really knows, or cares ? Still, whatever did happen, it instilled a healthy sense of caution in me that persisted longer than was actually necessary.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I started out saying, it was January of 1994 and my wife and I were going to Finland for ten days. She to attend a conference in Helsinki and me just to tag along and take a break from the routine of running my shop. Since I hate being dependent on public transportation, especially in a foreign city, we booked passage on a ferry from Lübeck to Helsinki and drove our car across the Netherlands and Germany to the port of departure, making a little detour into former East Germany just for the charm of it all : watchtowers, minefields and barbed wire.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We spent a night and a day on board steaming over the gray Baltic, wondering how it was possible to feel so desolate on what appeared to be such a small body of water on the map.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Helsinki proved to be quite a charming city. It was blanketed by snow of course, the harbor frozen over but for a channel kept open by ice breakers. In many ways the city was reminiscent of Amsterdam. There were no canals and thankfully no hordes of maniacally suicidal cyclists, but the modern architecture was very similar : dark bricked buildings and store fronts done in a vaguely utilitarian \'30s Art Deco style. The older buildings were more pleasing than those in Amsterdam, though maybe not as old. Most were plastered in light pastel shades and were built in what could best be called a classical manner with a central <br />\r\nEuropean touch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The customs officials were very polite and friendly and soon we were on our way to the hotel which was located about 30 km north of the city. It was a novel sensation, navigating snow covered roads. In my country, most folks have a heart attack at the mere thought of snowfall, my wife being no exception. I just loved it though, having missed New Jersey country winters for so long. We made it to the hotel after nightfall, which comes early in these polar regions and were more than grateful for the cozy warmth of the rooms.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We spent the next two days touring Helsinki before my wife left to attend the conference she had come for. I had several days on my own now. At the hotel I went through folders and promotional material and came up with something that really intrigued me : a day trip to Tallinn in Estonia. The Tallink Ferry lines had a daily service that left early in the morning. <br />\r\nObtaining a 24 hour visa was just a mere formality, nothing more than an entry payment as it were. I had never been across the Iron Curtain before and now a golden opportunity was staring me in the face. Never mind that the curtain was torn and down, that the Evil Empire had ignominiously collapsed and broken down into several new countries, now I finally had the chance to make a visit. And no excuse not to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I talked it over with my wife and booked passage for one. I packed a small overnight bag and bright and early at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. boarded the ship at one of the Helsinki docks. Much to my surprise it was quite crowded, though as it turned out not all with tourists. No doubt some of the passengers were legitimate businessmen, but I am sure that a sizable number were in enterprise for themselves, lugging Western goods back home for sale on the black market.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The passage was uneventful and I tried sleeping on the way over, but that never works all that well for me. Finally by late morning and in the dawn\'s early light (remember the sun rises late in these high latitudes in winter), I caught my first glimpse of former Soviet territory. Dilapidated docks, rusting cranes and a few desultory cargo ships languishing around quays and storage tanks. It looked like the Third World on the Baltic.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We docked and I walked down the gangway into the customs building. The inspection was somewhat less friendly than in Finland but by no means intimidating and hardly thorough. There was just some uninterested looking at passports and then with a wave of machine pistols the border guards indicated we were allowed to leave the building.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here I was finally : at the western outpost of the late and unlamented Soviet Empire. I was still tired and groggy, hungry and thirsty and also wondering if I had really made a good decision in coming here. I was trying to figure out how to get into town and was looking about for some sort of public transportation, say a bus line or something when I had a pleasant surprise. It was the first of the day but not the last.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As a customer service the ferry lines provided complimentary free transportation to and from the city and even included a guided tour of the old medieval city of Tallinn. It was the tail end of January and us tourists weren\'t all that thick on the ground but we gratefully boarded the heated bus. Then our guide joined us.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her name was Anya and she was in her early 20s. I\'ll tell you more about her later at the appropriate time but for the moment suffice it to say that she was a very nice looking young lady. She entered the bus all smiles and obviously very nervous. A quick tally of nationalities told us that we were a mixed group of Germans, Swedes, Norwegians and one Belgian.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anya offered us a choice of languages for the tour and as so often happens in the new European Union there was only one realistic possibility : English. Every one understood it to a degree. It wasn\'t to be the King\'s English but Anya obviously had a diploma and was well practiced. Her accent was charming as was her grammar and intonation : slightly high pitched and sing-song, she seemed to end most sentences in a question mark, as if unsure she had got it right. She didn\'t sound Russian since she was Estonian and Estonian is a language closely related to Finnish and that sounds like something Monty Python could have dreamed up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a short welcome speech we set off for the city. Tallinn is a very picturesque old city, well conserved and quite charming. I won\'t bore you with all the details but we got an interesting tour on foot as well, visiting the ramparts, orthodox churches, old houses, the town square and other points of interest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But in truth, after a while I became more charmed by Anya than by my surroundings. She liked to use her hands in gesture to make a point, she smiled a lot and did her best to interest us in her city. Her wavy hair was cut to shoulder length and colored a darkish brown. Her face had a very milky color to it, though her cheeks and the tip of her nose were tinged with red, from the cold no doubt. She wasn\'t very tall as Europeans go and was already well filled out. I was sure that she was enjoying this tour as well herself, in any case that was the impression I received. Or maybe she was just pleased to have landed this cushy job that brought her into daily contact with us supposedly rich Western capitalists.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By the time we finished the tour it was one p.m. We were standing in the snow in the town hall square as Anya made her final parting speech. She thanked us all for visiting Tallinn, hoped we would enjoy our further stay and wished us back in the near future. Etc etc etc.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was absolutely delighted by my stay up to now, in no small way just thanks to her uplifting presence. I thought it a shame she had to leave. In any case to show our appreciation it was time to hand out a gratuity. I looked around in my wallet and having no notion whatsoever what would be considered a normal sum in Estonia, I took out a 10 Deutschmark note and handed it over. All of the others did something likewise and with her profuse thanks she left us to get on with our visit. I had the impression that the tipping was quite extravagant by Estonian standards, especially since everyone handed over one or another type of western currency.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here I was with time on my hands. I won\'t bore you too much telling you about the city of Tallinn. But still, to try and confer my frame of mind that day it\'s necessary to describe a thing or two.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>First of all I felt as if had stepped through a timewarp and been transported 30 years into the past. Now this is not necessarily an undesirable thing provided it is only temporary and reversible. I can imagine that all these former Soviet citizens around me had different thoughts on the matter, but for me it was all curiously pleasant and enchantingly dreamlike.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The streets were full of people bustling to and fro, shopping in the uncountable and numerously varied stores in the town center. The stores were all vaguely shabby looking and run down but nonetheless boasted a large clientele. Car traffic was light and the streets were still unadorned with such modern amenities as speed bumps, traffic platforms, parking meters and what not. It was all quite delightful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In another way I felt as if I had stepped onto a Hollywood stage set, being either an intrepid and fearless agent of a Western intelligence agency (say Clint Eastwood in Firefox), or else an indomitable Allied prisoner of war bent on escaping captivity and on the run from the Gestapo or SS. When I was taking a cup of tea in a café just off the town hall square I would not have been surprised had Steve McQueen or Richard Attenborough walked in looking around furtively from under scruffy hats. It was silly on my part and quite childish but fun.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This is just to describe the other worldly quality of the city. Several times I was stopped and offered all manners of goods shown from under open held winter coats : Russian caviar, vodka, Red Army fur hats, insignias and God knows what else. I had no doubt at all that had I so wished I could have purchased anything from a Kalishnikov assault rifle to a T-72 tank. <br />\r\nBut I wasn\'t in the market for either. And I had already bought several Soviet decorations and uniform parts a few years ago when a visiting Red Navy flotilla in Antwerp held it\'s Going Out of Business Sale.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead I just wandered around, entering shops and looking at the goods. I spent a lot of time admiring the local architecture as well. There were wonderfully preserved 14th century houses with stepped gables and small windows, beautiful intricately decorated Jugendstil apartment blocks and everything in between.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Actually it is here that the interesting part of my story starts. I was on some side street or other staring up at the houses when I noticed our guide Anya coming from the other direction. She saw me as well and with a big pleasant smile came up to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You are lost ? I can show you way back to town hall square.\" She offered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s very kind of you, but I was just admiring the beautiful buildings.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She looked up mildly surprised that anyone should be interested in such things and probably wrote it off as just another western eccentricity. We stood around, talking a bit about a few inconsequential things and somehow or other I got up to nerve to ask her if she would like to go for a drink. Far from being rebuffed as I had expected she seemed delighted and asked me where I would like to go.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s your city,\" I said, \"choose someplace nice and typical.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We ended up in another café/tavern that seemed to be taken right out of the set of The Great Escape. Coffee or tea cost around 8 cents a cup and one paid extra for a spoonful of sugar or milk. I splurged and took two spoons of sugar with mine, feeling for all the world like the last of the big time spenders.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We got a conversation going, one of those so typical between people from different countries and languages. She was a very easy person to talk to thankfully, full of questions about Belgium and the US once I told her that I had grown up there. We got through all of the usual territory with hardly any silences : what we did for a living, were we married (she wasn\'t) how many kids I had, etc.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was fun talking to her, her accent lending a certain note of movie-like unreality to being together. I picked up the feeling that she wasn\'t here with me just to polish her language skills. It was hard to believe that she found me in any way attractive for I have no illusions on that account. Neither have I ever been known as a charmer or sweet talker, listening being more suited to my nature. Still I had the impression that she was being more than just a polite and considerate guide. Maybe she was hoping for some form of financial gain, something not altogether inconceivable, since she told me that the foreign currency tips she <br />\r\nhad gotten from the few tourists today was almost equal to a weeks normal wages.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We passed an hour over several more drinks and I admit that I found Anya more attractive as time went by. I do not mean this in a strictly physical sense, for she was more of a plain good-looking young woman than a raving beauty. Rather it was her personality that gave her an edge. She was very likable and easy going, smiled a lot, was quite unassuming and very friendly. She was also exotically foreign and somehow old fashioned as well as being young and seemingly free of care. She had the charm of an unshackled university student, a state I had long ago left behind me without ever having really appreciated it at the time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was becoming more attracted to her and sensed that she too would like to prolong our meeting. I had the option of catching either the evening ferry or the early morning boat back to Helsinki. In the first case I had to be back at the docks within an hour, in the second I still had more than 11 hours of time left. What to do ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Alex,\" she asked as if she could read my mind, \"must you not be getting back to the ferry soon ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, I was thinking of taking the one in the morning actually. My visa is still valid until then isn\'t it ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Of course. That is no problem. You like it here ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes Anya I really do. It is quite pleasant, especially now that I have met you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She made a silly dismissing face but I think she was pleased. I suppose that by then we were already into playing the flirting game.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You know, Anya,\" I said, \"I was thinking of getting something to eat for dinner. Is there any place that you as a guide would recommend? Some place special maybe ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She thought a bit. \"I know very good restaurant. It is called the Royale. I will show you where it is.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I meant it as an invitation for you to join me, if you\'d like.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She refused at first, but having lived in Europe long enough I knew not to give up since in many countries it is considered very impolite to accept an invitation the first time. But by the third time she relented, obviously eager. I paid the ridiculously low bill and together we stepped out onto the streets. Somewhere along the way she playfully took hold of my arm when I was about to take a wrong turn. She placed my hand proprietarily in the crook of her arm and smiled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was feeling very pleased with myself and how this trip to Tallinn was unexpectedly turning out when we came to an unassuming building and entered a hallway. We went up a flight of stairs and were greeted by an ornately dressed up doorman. Anya said something to him and we entered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We gave our coats to an attendant in the cloak room and were ushered into the Royale\'s main room. It was an amazingly flamboyant and stately decorated room, with intricate gilded molding and bas-reliefs, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers and thick draperies hanging around the windows, colored a dark burgundy red.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was a surprise. Where previously I had only entered what seemed to be semi-proletarian places of business, this appeared to be something more akin to a Tsar\'s town house or ball room. What an opulence and splendor. I felt out of place to say the least, but Anya was obviously quite at ease and pleased to be here.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The waiter brought us menus. Anya said something to him and he in turn addressed me in flawless English, sounding for all the world like a dignified British butler. We ordered and were brought wine while we waited.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Truly I was becoming more mystified and charmed by this city as the day went by. I was not used to experiencing such contrasts of appearances, expect maybe in museums back home and I was sure that taking part in \'Living History\' re-enactments was not something that this establishment was known for.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We talked and chatted about all sorts of things until the food was brought. It was truly superb and elegantly served and presented. The waiters were also very proficient at both their job and in speaking English. I complimented their mastery to Anya and asked wherever they had learned it. Was it at the same school or institute where she had studied ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This caused her no end of merriment. \"Oh Alex, you are joking surely ?\" she laughed, \"in days of Soviet Union, this was KGB officers club.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was astounded. \"KGB officers club ? Here ?\" I asked, my mouth no doubt hanging open in incredibility. \"You\'re joking, surely ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, no joke. This is true. This is best place to eat in all of Tallinn for many years. But only for KGB. Now it is normal restaurant for everyone with money. It is with same staff but still very good to eat.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was certainly true I had to admit. We had coffee and something to drink. Finally I <br />\r\nsummoned the waiter to pay the bill.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was after nine by now and I was very curious how the evening was going to proceed. Anya had not indicated that she was expected back any place. She seemed to have attached herself to me and was apparently prepared to accompany me wherever I proposed. Or so I hoped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was wondering what to do. Suggest another round of drinks somewhere or try for something else ? This brush with the boys from the former \'Komitet\' had only reinforced the feeling of unreality I had been experiencing ever since arriving in Tallinn. Why not try for the whole enchilada ? Tomorrow I would be back in the dull boring everyday world of Western Europe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Anya, I was wondering if there was any nice hotel that you could recommend ? I think I\'ll stay the night.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She didn\'t hesitate too long, and it seemed to me as if she had already given the matter some thought. \"Yes, I know several. I will show you. Come.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We went back out onto the streets, which at this time of night had become very cold indeed. Without any pretense she took hold of my arm and snuggled up closer to me than I would have expected. One part of me thought I was being naïve and a sucker for a pretty face, another part of me couldn\'t believe this was happening and yet another part was definitely excited about the prospects for the night ahead.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She showed me an old looking building with a sign saying \'something-or-other Hotel\'. \"This <br />\r\nis good place ? I should ask for room ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, if you don\'t mind.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why should I mind ? Come, I will see if there is room for us.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Us ? I had to keep myself from grinning.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ah,... you know Anya,\" I said ever the idiot, \"I can find my way to the ship in the morning. <br />\r\nThere\'s no need to go out of your way you know.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Silly, I must be at ship\'s office in morning as well. For my job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh I see. Well I guess we can get something to drink in the meantime. OK ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Of course is OK. Come, let us go inside. It is cold out here.\" Which of course it was. I suppose that it was then that we both stopped being polite and pretending that we weren\'t going to spend the night together. I for one felt my heart start beating rapidly and I felt somewhat giddy, but I was very pleased at the way things were turning out. This was the point at which one commits oneself and from which it is very difficult to back out of gracefully. As if I had any intention of doing so.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, OK, if you\'d really like to, I think it would be very nice indeed.\" I added just for clarification.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stood in front of me and looked up and smiled. She took hold of my hands and standing tiptoe bent forwards and kissed me softly on the cheek. \"I think it to be very nice also. So come now. I will get us room.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gave her several currency bills to pay for the room, this time they were Finmarks I think. It was much more than was necessary but I let her take care of formalities and discretely keep the rest. I didn\'t feel as if I were buying a girl for the evening, but did know enough not to expect any favors (sexual or otherwise) on the strength of my personality and charm alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We got a large and well heated room with bath and double bed. It looked quite out of date and had obviously seen better days, but it was cozy and clean I was more than pleased to be here alone with Anya.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took off our coats and drew the curtains. I quickly put my overnight bag in the bathroom and went over to Anya, taking hold of her. She returned my embrace without hesitation. I felt my heart leap at the unspoken acknowledgment that soon we would be exchanging intimacies. Something else leapt up as well. Anya half laughed and half sighed, probably just as nervous as I was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We kissed a bit and Anya withdrew. \"Alex, I have not been home all day and have had no possibility of washing up. Would you mind if I do so first ?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Of course not, Anya. That\'s probably a very good idea.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I will go to bathroom and hurry back.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Great, then it will be my turn.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eager as I may have been, I had all night to fool around with my Baltic brunette. It wasn\'t such a bad idea now that I thought of it. A wash or a nice bath before intimacies was hardly ever wasted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There is no soap here,\" Anya called from the bathroom. \"I am undressed. Can you ask for soap downstairs please ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I smiled. I doubted that the owner would have personally objected to an unclothed lady walking around the hotel but it might have shocked the guests (if there were any others). I told Anya to just look in my bag and take what she needed. I had all the necessary toiletries along with me for eventualities such as these.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just take whatever you need. I think there is two of everything anyway.\" I told her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you, Alex. That is very kind of you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She must have taken the bag and started looking around. I heard some sort of muffled laughter coming from the bathroom and went over to see what it was. When I came in I saw that she was dressed in her panties and bra. Anya quickly turned around.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh I am sorry. I think this is not your bag,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What makes you say that ?\" It looked like mine all right.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is belonging to lady.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t think so, Anya.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Grinning timidly she held up my traveling clyster syringe. It was a red rubber bulb syringe with black plastic nozzle. I always had one along in my overnight kits since not only does the urge overcome one in the most unexpected of places, but also because traveling does hell to my metabolism.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is for ladies. For cleaning in special manner...you know...\" she was obviously rather embarrassed and didn\'t know how to explain vaginal douching to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I laughed softly. \"Oh no, this is my bag all right. That\'s mine as well.\" I pointed to the syringe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh...? Really, I am sorry but I do not know....I think it is for lady...\" she was quite flustered and tried to put it back into the bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s OK, Anya, no big deal. I use it quite often.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She looked at the device. \"What for ...?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well for different things. Sometimes when I\'m stopped up, ah...constipated. You know what I mean ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded, understanding dawning. \"Ah yes for klyzma. Now I see. Here we use different thing : rubber bag. This thing you have is for ladies, not for men.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, I\'m no lady and I certainly use it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She blushed. \"But ...you say you use for other things ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Should I or shouldn\'t I ? I decided to risk it. \"And for fun as well.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fun ? What kind of fun ?\" That was obviously a new one for her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You know, sex fun.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Alex, I know you are from West Europe and do many things we do not, but you should not make fun of me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hey, I\'m not joking. Not one bit. I\'m serious. Taking a clyster can be very nice if you know how to do it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I cannot believe you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well it\'s true. Really.....\" she looked skeptical. \"Do you want me to show you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Show me ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure. I can take one right here, or you can give it to me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I do not know about this, Alex. What happens when you do this for fun ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>What indeed ? How do you politely explain that you squirt your ass full of warm water, that it feels great, gives you a tremendous erection and makes you come all over yourself ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took my time explaining, being truthful but obviously very biased and enthusiastic. Her interest was piqued after her initial confusion and she became more interested and curious. She asked many questions which I answered as humorously as possible, being candid and sheepishly bashful all at the same time. Soon she was smiling along, acknowledging that the sexually arousing and the comical are often not far apart, all depending on one\'s viewpoint. I suppose that Anya had a naturally benevolent and trusting nature which did not keep her upset for long.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whatever the case, we were back on a good footing again. I would however have to keep my promise and show her what pleasure I took in getting clystered. I\'ll grant that it was not much of a hardship, but however much I fantasized, I had neer gotten a recreational enema with anyone else present.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right Alex, I will watch you do this thing to yourself, this fun klyzma. We begin now ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK.\" How to start ? First, since Anya was already stripped down to her undergarments I decided to follow suit. For some reason I didn\'t think it prudent that I strip completely yet. But, since it is notoriously difficult to get an enema with briefs on I had to take them off. Not that they were doing much good in covering up my state of eagerness anyway. I followed Anya\'s eyes as I slipped my underpants off and was pleased to note no sign of disapproval as my stiff prick was bared to her sight. No maidenly averting of the eyes on her part as I strode around with waggling penis. In fact, I was certain that I noticed an approving look and a narrowing of the eyes, which I hoped was an indication of impending lustful desires.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With my undershirt still on, I took the syringe over to the sink and gave it a good washing with soap and hot water. Since this was to be a demonstration of sorts I decided to leave out adding soap or other additives and just simply fill the bulb with warm water. It gurgled quite audibly, as bulb syringes have the tendency to do as they suck up water when held upside down. Oddly I found that to be more embarrassing than eventually inserting the nozzle into my anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Anya to look in my bag for a tube of lubricant. I applied a small amount onto the syringe tip. Now there are several positions in which to administer a bulb syringe to one\'s self, standing/squatting, lying on the back with knees to chest, or lying on the side in the good ol\' Sim\'s position. I choose an on the spot variant however, something a bit more dignified than the knee-chest, if less fun. I stood with one foot on the bathtub rim raised high, and the other on the floor, legs spread open somewhat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Watching me from the front, Anya stood by with a half smile on her lovely face as I inserted the nozzle and squeezed the bulb. I refilled the clyster three more times and repeated the pleasant operation in short order, the last time Anya watching me from behind. There was no soap or anything else in the water, so it was not difficult at all to retain. In fact 4 bulbs amounted to just about a liter of liquid, probably less.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She asked me how it felt and though I could just as truthfully have said that I felt quite at ease and relaxed with the water in me, I told her that it felt very pleasant and arousing, a statement equally true. I told her it was quite easy to retain and had I so wished I could keep it in me for a long time if need be. I didn\'t explain that after an hour or two the water would most likely be absorbed by my body anyway.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You can do this ?\" she playfully asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure Anya, no problem.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good, then we take bath. OK ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, it looked like she was enjoying this in some manner or other, even if she was only seeing if I could make good on my boasting. She turned on the taps and adjusted the flow of water to a nice hot temperature. I took some stuff out of my bag to add to the water, bath gel, oil or something and soon a strong flowery fragrance filled the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While waiting for the bath to fill, we slowly recommenced intimacies. Anya felt my abdomen and had to lift my undershirt to do so. She commented on my general lack of visible body hair.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You like your men like hairy bears ?\" I asked. \"Russian bears ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She laughed, but not too much. \"Men in Baltic countries have much hair on chest and body. Very strong and virile.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wondered where she had ever had occasion to use the word \'virile\'. Certainly not on her city tours. I just laughed back and told her that she would see how unimportant it was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We kissed a bit and groped around under each other\'s remaining garments, until everything was finally removed. I played around with her panties first though, sliding a finger or two delicately under the lining, caressing the crease along her thighs and pubis. Before pulling them down I did just the opposite, pulling the hem upwards and forcing the fabric taught against her pussy and into the groove between her buttocks. She seemed to like this and kissed me back fiercely, trusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She finally grabbed hold of my prick and squeezed with a fervor. If I had been uncertain of her willingness in any way, now it was certainly dispelled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now as I described before, Anya was certainly not a slim waisted girl. She wasn\'t heavy or plump either but tended towards being well filled out and full fleshed. Her breasts were certainly the proverbial melons, nicely rounded cantaloupes if you want to take the botanic allegory all the way. She had a thick patch of pubic hair, already moist and glistening. I would have loved to shave it off for her and initiate her into the joys of bare-skinned pussy-licking, but I figured that I was pushing the limits of her capacity for novel sexual practices by introducing her to enemas.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The tub was finally filled and Anya disengaged to turn off the faucets. We stepped into the hot bath and I slowly lowered myself, acclimatizing to the temperature. I always enjoy taking long hot baths under any circumstances, alone or in the company of a pretty companion. It was so agreeable being allowed the intimacies of soaping in a partner, exploring those little recesses and hidden parts that even in sex play are not always considered to be politely accessible.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anya worked up quite a lather on me, pulling down my prepuce quite energetically and cleaning my prick very thoroughly. She also paid rigorous attention to my anal area and teased me saying that since I liked to be cleaned inside and out she would see to that I was taken care of. Grinning naughtily she soaped up her hands and began rubbing my anus and pressing into me with a well coated finger. I relaxed and let it slip up into me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, the soap covering her finger was enough to cause a slight burning sensation in my rectum. It was not unbearable by any means since I am used to injecting soapy solutions for cleaning enemas if necessary. But that added sensation was enough to make me aware of the water filling up my lower bowels and caused my anal muscles to pucker up and pulse around her inserted finger. It felt deliciously intimate and enough to make me want to open myself up to my partner body and soul. I was aware that I began to softly moan as I pulled away from Anya\'s lips and rested my head in the crook of her shoulders.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You like this, Alex ?\" she softly whispered in my ear.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Very much so...oh yes...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I make you come now...?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No...please not yet Anya.....just leave my prick alone and keep on with....what you are doing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, I play with you like little girl or maybe my nancy boy. Yes ?\" she seemed to like that thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even though I was experiencing quite the gauntlet of gratifying sensations and had to concentrate on not coming, I wondered where she had learned the out of date slang words. There was more to her than met the eye.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Anya, I am not a nancy boy...\" and I had to keep from laughing and breaking the sexual momentum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No...but you still like fucking in backdoor, no?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh Anya, not now...please.\" I just wanted her to keep at it. Which she did, every now and then extracting her finger and soaping it up again. I wanted to do the same to her but she wouldn\'t allow it, saying she would not be able to stand the soap in her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We broke off, just before I thought my heart would fail or I would swoon from sexual excitement. It was hot in the water and I had to get out and cool off, in more ways than one. She too was sweating profusely but a quick dunk in the tub cleaned her off before she got out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You still have water in you ?\" she asked obviously knowing I had not expelled it in the bathtub, heaven forbid. She had also kept her finger in my anus all the while so she would know that nothing had passed that way out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now you let it out please. OK ?\" Whatever the lady\'s pleasure. I complied and sat down on the toilet. Now normally this is not something I do with others present but apparently Anya was not going to leave. I composed myself, flexing my internal muscles and pushed out, expelling what water there was in me. It was not much thankfully nor did anything else follow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I cleaned myself off and stood up. \"There, see ? It wasn\'t difficult to retain at all. Would you like me to give you one now ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No I think not. This is too difficult for me. But maybe I give you one more ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well now, that was something of a surprise. It was fine with me of course, though I hadn\'t really expected her to be so willing. Anya took the clyster syringe and filled it up with fresh water. She had me lie face down on the bathroom rug and kneeling beside me, pried my buttocks open with her left hand. She inserted the nozzle somewhat eagerly though roughly and squeezed the water up into me. She must have liked doing so, for I got 7 bulbs full from her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told her that 7 was more than enough for these circumstances.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, you are filled up ? This I must check out.\" She gestured that I turn over on my back. The position was more exposing, but at least somewhat less punishing on my prick, it could now fly at full mast unhindered. And believe me it did.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anya felt my abdomen which had become slightly distended. I told her to go easy with the pressure and not press down too hard. \"I will help you from loosing anything,\" she said after which she once again inserted her finger into my anus, wiggling about and feeling as deep as she could. How delightful that was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As if all this was not enough Anya then bent over and took my prick into her mouth. She sucked and licked quite passionately and proficiently as well, I might add, grabbing my balls and lower shaft while she was at it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now luckily I have never been prone to climax during oral sex. Why that is so I have never been able to figure out. I appreciate the practice just as much as the next fellow and indulge whenever possible, but without ever ejaculating. I think it\'s all for the good since it allows me a leisurely appreciation of all the fine nuances and delicacies involved in the act. It\'s also reassuring to know that I will not succumb prematurely to my opposites\' oral ministrations.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Anya,\" I said softly. \"Let me taste you too. Come, turn around for me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She turned around and spread her legs open to either side of me. As I grabbed hold of her hips to guide her, she lowered herself onto me. She was dripping wet and engorged as I began sucking and licking her vaginal lips. Her taste was fresh and clean, sweet and salty at once and deliciously appealing. I gave her my utmost attention orally while using a finger or two to probe for delicate places and spots that would excite her more. I had to explore a bit for her clitoris, Anya being more hairy than I was used to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We rolled over on our side and continued our mutual embrace. In this position it was tiring for her to keep her thighs spread wide and high open, so Anya flexed them a bit forwards allowing me to place my head between then. She then closed her thighs over my head, enveloping me in her lovely scent and taste. Since my ears were covered in this position I could hear nothing else except the beating of my heart and my rapid breathing. Indeed, captured as I was between her lovely legs and genitals, at times I had to elegantly disengage myself to get a lung full of fresh air before going at it again. I have always had an <br />\r\ninordinate fear of drowning or suffocation, but this was a manner that I could reconcile myself with, if need be. Of course I had no intention whatsoever of passing on now, or in the far future either. I did withdraw from this position, if only to catch my breath .</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned around and kissed her on the mouth. While I have no idea whatsoever if Anya liked to make love to the occasional female or not, I did notice that the taste of her sexual secretions on my lips seemed to arouse her even more, if the frenzy of her licking and sucking be any indication.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I figured that by now, sexual etiquette required that I give (allow ?) my partner an orgasm, hopefully the first of several. When she was satiated then I, as a well brought-up gentleman would follow suit, much in the same manner as in using a door : ladies first.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I whispered in her ear if she would like to come now and she moaned something that I took to be a yes. I asked her if she wanted me in her but here she said please not to, she had no protection or condoms to use. Neither had I for that matter, for while my trusty overnight bag contained all kinds of toiletries and sundry, I would have had difficulty explaining to my wife <br />\r\nwhatever I needed a package of rubbers for.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But truthfully I did not mind so much. Old fashioned in and out fucking is very pleasurable indeed, but there are more sexual variations thinkable than you can shake a stick (or a prick) at. I had Anya lay on her back and spread her legs while I used my hands to caress and play with her labia and clitoris. She herself grabbed hold of her nipples and twitched them quite <br />\r\nroughly, pulling outwards and around in circles. Her eyes were closed and she had her tongue sticking out of her mouth, licking in circles and wetting her own lips.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I rubbed and stroked her cunny I let my hand move ever lower until I had a finger or two pressed up against her anus. She wriggled around with her bottom, either trying to move away from the offending finger or else she was trying to get me to insert it up into her. I wasn\'t altogether sure which it was. I made sure that her asshole was well lubricated with her own secretions and decided to press on and try sliding a finger up her backdoor. She had had great fun doing so to me and I wanted to return the favor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Steadying her I pushed up against her little bumhole and slid my ring finger up into her. I heard her sigh and felt her anal muscles tighten around me. With my other fingers in her vagina I pressed both together at the same time, scissors-like, pulling her pussy taut in the opposite direction with my other hand. Then I lowered my lips over her clitoris and began a gentle but steady licking. I could feel her entire body shiver and begin to pulse in a slow rhythm, building up to sexual release.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She came, unmistakably and none too quietly. I could feel her asshole pumping around my finger, trying to suck it up into her. She buckled around with her hips, moving to and fro frantically and pushed upwards into my mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she was done I stopped moving about inside of her. After several moments I delicately removed my finger from her bottom and tenderly kissed her and patted her fanny. We cuddled for a while, I asked her if she had enjoyed it, if she wanted to come again and so on. We uttered little endearments and rested a bit.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, the rest of the evening, or rather the rest of the very early morning went on in a similar fashion. We fucked our brains out without technically ever fucking and I for one can state that I had a ball. Anya amused herself as well, climaxing several more times in various positions while employing her personally preferred procedures. None were unique or unheard of, but all were quite satisfying, for her as recipient and for me as spectator and co-pilot.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By the time Anya had enjoyed her third orgasm we both figured it was time for me to get off as well. As there was still no question of me sticking it to her and actually entering her. I wanted to climax in a manner I had not often done before.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stood up and asked Anya to come stand behind me and hold me tight. With one hand around my prick I indicated that I would like her other hand to be used in finger-fucking my asshole. Well, by now she had enthusiastically taken to using the anus as an object to lavish attention on. She pressed up close against me, breasts to my back, crotch to my thighs and lips in my neck. I did nothing but try to stand up straight as she stoked, rubbed and pulled on my stiff penis. Eyes closed, I allowed myself to be overcome by the rhythm of her pumping finger. I relaxed and let the sensations flow inwards and out. Mentally I urged myself on to climax, surrendered to the build up of tension and then let it all pass. My body shook and my knees buckled as I came, semen spurting and pulsing. Anya held me tight to her as I shuddered in release. It was all I could do to keep from falling down.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finished, I turned around and let Anya hold me in her arms while she muttered endearing little sounds and stroked my hair.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We rested together after I expelled what water was still in me. I had not spilled any thankfully, but given the time we spent playing around with each other a considerable amount was absorbed by my body.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to induce Anya into taking an enema, but passion spent, neither of us were in the mood. She did accede that the practice certainly hadn\'t impaired my ardor in any discernible manner whatsoever. I made her a present of the clyster syringe. Laughingly she accepted but told me she doubted she would ever get up the courage to use it on herself. I replied that she had better not make any promises she wasn\'t going to keep. I was sure that sooner or later she would take my trusty little device and put it to good use, either on herself or on some other lucky fellow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was no pointing trying to get any sleep afterwards. Getting out of bed after 2 hours of rest would be much more exhausting and cruel than not sleeping at all, so we just stayed up till it was time to leave for the ship.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anya got the worst of it since she would have to be back at work while I would at least be able to sink into some kind of stupor back on the ferry to Helsinki. In any case the bitter cold woke us up as we trudged hand in hand through the dark streets of Tallinn to the bus that would take us to the harbor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>To my utter surprise I recognized another couple of tourists who had stayed the night just as I had. They too were taking the 5 a.m. boat back to Finland. I wondered if they had had just as enjoyable an evening as I had. We nodded to each other and I think I saw the ghost of a smile on the ladies\' face when she saw Anya and I arrive arm in hand, obviously just back from exchanging intimacies.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took leave of each other under the street-lamps just outside the customs building. Both of us knew we would most likely never see each other again outside of our dreams. Passengers and workers started arriving in little groups and I could sense the hustle and bustle associated with departing trains and ships build as more arrived at the quay. We kissed a bit and embraced, though not too much or too long for fear of embarrassing Anya with any of her colleagues. In my romantic mind it was not unlike a war-time departure, when you climb aboard a troop-ship most likely never to return again. In the movies the hero <br />\r\nalways has a girl in every port or comes back after the war. I knew that wasn\'t to be the case for me, nor would I be able to boast much of my little escapade in Estonia either. But I could dream and the memories would always be there, to reminisce over in lonely moments.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was going to have to figure out a way of explaining the missing clyster syringe, however. I wondered if my wife would believe me if I told her it had been impounded by customs officials ? I doubted it, but for the life of me I couldn\'t come up with anything more plausible. And so I just let it fade as I sat back in a lounge chair below deck and tried to catch some sleep before arriving back in Finland.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>AG</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>NOTES </h2>\r\n\r\n<p>The same old question : what\'s true and what is not ? Well in this case more than what you\'d expect really happened, but not as much as I would have liked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My wife and I did go to Finland for a holiday but we both visited Tallinn together. Our guide was a young lady named Anya, whom I have tried to describe as accurately as I can, but sadly I\'m not 100 % sure about all the anatomical details. I was quite taken by her, though maybe it was just a case of rampaging travel-hormones : unfamiliar places and strange cities have a pleasantly unsettling effect upon my libido. After our city tour, we did meet Anya again while my wife and I were admiring the local architecture on some side street. Anya came up to us, thinking we were lost and began a conversation, all smiles and good will. I had the impression that had I asked and then followed a simple script which can be picked up from most Hollywood movies, I would have been able to bed her in some manner or other, maybe even as a three-some.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course I didn\'t ask. While I could have taken a rebuff by Anya as no big thing, I\'m sure my SO had other thoughts on the matter. So we just talked a bit and parted. I think of her at times and wonder about what could have been.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We didn\'t go to the Royale, the former KGB officer\'s club turned restaurant, but it does exist. A customer of mine, who had been employed in some oblique manner or other by Her Majesty\'s Secret Service (no joke this) told me about it over drinks one night and heartily recommended the place. All the more so since he could personally vouch for the management, having been \'in business\' with them previously during the good ol\' days of the Cold War.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,3,3,'en',0,'<p>Matt Groening said a graduate-school dropout is the bitterest person in the world. Well, I\'m not bitter. Not me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did drop out, though, and spent several years spending an inheritance traveling the world -- in particular, India and the Far East. When I found myself back in the States I decided to drop in on Dr Rosen, my mentor. Even though I dropped out, we remained on friendly terms.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was from Rosen I learned my grad-school drinking buddy Mick met an untimely end, being run over by a bus after one too many pints. Mick was the Chemistry Department\'s glass blower, and they had yet to find a replacement.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One of Rosen\'s students came into the lab holding a piece of apparatus -- some glassware -- in two pieces.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rosen shook his head in dismay. \"Mick could\'ve repaired that,\" he said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let me look,\" I replied and took the broken equipment. It was a clean break in a tube connecting two glass vessels. \"I\'ll bet I can fix it. Mick showed me a trick or two.\" Rosen looked dubious. \"What\'ve we got to lose? If I can\'t we trash it. You\'ve gotta trash it as is, now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had always been handy and good at repairing things, and I was confident I could repair this. I followed Rosen and he opened Mick\'s shop. I fired up the torch and in a few moments had the piece of gear back in one piece.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was five years ago and it\'s how I became the university\'s new glassblower. The pay\'s not so hot, but I get to live in cheap, on-campus housing; I can more or less set my own hours and I can get around with no need for a car.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One day I was absorbed in my work -- attempting to seal a platinum electrode in a glass tube, when I was startled by the whack of a stack of paper hitting the bench, followed by a woman\'s voice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Dr Rosen thinks you can make one of these.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I jumped. \"Please don\'t startle me,\" I replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m sorry...\" I looked at my botched job and tossed the electrode into the trash. \"Did I make you do that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- I did it by myself.\" I stretched, got off my stool and faced her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Standing before me was a woman in her late 20s to early 30s. She was petite and looked to be Amerasian. Her features tended more to the Asian side. There were pronounced epicanthic folds to her eyes and her hair was thick, pin-straight, shiny and reached to the tops of her shoulder blades. Her color was western. She had hazel eyes, light skin and her hair was light brown, bordering on auburn. Her face had an Asian shape with high cheek bones, but her nose was European.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You don\'t sound English,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She pointed to a poster on the wall. It featured the Union Jack and read \"British to the core.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m not,\" I replied. \"That\'s from the previous tenant. I keep it as a tribute to him.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m sorry I barged in and disturbed you,\" she said. \"I can leave the journal and come back later.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, we can talk about it now.\" I picked it up. \"Let\'s walk over to the union for some coffee.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m not on the meal plan and I don\'t have any change...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll buy. Come on.\" I shut off the torch and locked the workshop. \"We haven\'t met I\'m...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know who you are,\" she interrupted. \"Dr Rosen has nothing but good to say of you. My name\'s Eleanor.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Eleanor... Pleased to meet you. You\'ll like Rosen. He\'s a good prof ... and a good guy. If you don\'t mind me asking...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My mother\'s Korean and my father\'s from Iowa.\" I looked at her. \"It\'s the second question everyone asks.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I was about to ask how you came here. You don\'t look like a typical new grad student.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I took a few years off after getting my B.S.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded. \"To get some field experience.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You could say that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We reached the union. I bought coffee and we sat and looked over the journal. I made some sketches. \"Yeah,\" I said, \"I can do this. Give me a week or so.\" I sipped my coffee. \"What are you doing for dinner?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She looked at me slack-jawed. \"I ... I hadn\'t thought about it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you like Indian veg? I\'m making some aloo ghobi tonight. There\'ll be enough for two.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you always so forward?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never. I see a great many pretty girls come and go through this school. My number one rule is, they\'re off-limits. I made an exception with you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Because you\'re different. I\'ve been enjoying your company and I\'d like to enjoy more of it. The recipe makes too much for me. I end up wasting some and I\'d rather share it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What time?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Around six.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"All right. You seem like a nice enough guy. But, I want you to understand something, up front. I\'m accepting your offer because I\'m hungry and I\'m broke and it\'s another week before I get my first stipend check. I\'m not interested in anything physical. Understood?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Understood. There is no quid-pro-quo, Eleanor.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That evening I heard a knock on the door of my apartment. I opened it and there she was. \"Come in,\" I said. \"Aloo ghobi\'s almost ready.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I could smell it in the hallway. It smells delicious.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sat and wolfed down the portion I set before her. \"There\'s more,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can get it.\" She returned with another helping. \"This truly is the first decent meal I\'ve had in days. I wasn\'t kidding about being broke and hungry.\" She pressed her hand against her stomach. \"I\'m sorry if I was crabby earlier. Hunger puts me into a bad mood.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s okay. Tell me about your job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What job?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You said you took time after your degree ... to get some field experience.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh... I\'d rather not talk about it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She walked over to me. \"I\'ll show you my field experience.\" She lifted the hem of her blouse and pulled down the waistband of her jeans. Below her navel was a scar nearly three inches long. \"My husband did that ... ex-husband to be precise. I married him right out of college. It was five years of hell. He\'d get drunk and become belligerent. I told him I\'d had enough and was leaving him. He stabbed me with a kitchen knife ... almost nicked my aorta. He came within two centimetres of killing me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Gosh, Eleanor... I\'m sorry...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s not your fault.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Where\'s he now?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In prison. It took me six months to recover from this. I started having nightmares. I was afraid once he\'s released he\'ll find me and finish the job. I needed a fresh start, so I applied to graduate schools ... got accepted here. It\'s halfway across the country, so I figure I\'m safe. I didn\'t tell anyone where I was going ... say goodbye to anyone. I don\'t know why I\'m telling you any of this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Does your family know where you are?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t have a family. My mother left us and my father\'s dead.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Brothers? Sisters?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She shook her head. \"The fewer people who know where I am the better.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I feel sorry for you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Save your pity...\" She shook her head. \"I shouldn\'t have said that.\" She picked up her bag. \"I think I had better be going.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Is it something I did?\" I asked her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No.\" She sighed. \"I\'m not comfortable with strangers who\'re kind to me.\" She headed for the door. \"Thank you for dinner. It was delicous.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'re not strangers. We know who we are. Eleanor, it\'s not my thing to take advantage of someone.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She paused, her hand on the doorknob. \"I\'m not ready to get into the dating scene.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I respect that. I like you, Eleanor. It\'s why I invited you. I was hoping we could be friends.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have to go. I have work to do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re always welcome here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll remember that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Same time tomorrow?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She smiled. \"Okay.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor started spending a lot of time at my apartment. We\'d share Indian vegetarian and we\'d have long talks about her experiences and mine -- my travels abroad, and about the ayurvedic yogi I studied under for a year. Saturdays were our days. We\'d go places or just enjoy unstructured time. I knew I was falling in love with her. I remembered what she said about not being ready for anything physical, and I respected that.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One Saturday evening I noticed she had no appetite for dosais and dahl. \"Something wrong?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She shook her head. \"What makes you think something\'s wrong?\" I pointed to her plate. \"I\'m just not hungry.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You haven\'t eaten all day,\" I replied. \"Are you sick? Coming down with something?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m coming down with the usual.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'d rather not discuss it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By now I knew whenever she said she didn\'t want to discuss something she was getting ready to discuss it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I took something last night, and I was hoping it would ... resolve itself by now. I feel rotten.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Take what?\" I asked. \"What resolve itself?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I get ... bound up, okay? It happens when I\'m stressed and overworked. I had all those papers to grade ... two exams this week ... a preliminary proposal for Dr Rosen...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re an overworked girl, Ellie. What do you take for it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I took some milk-of-magnesia before bed. It works about half the time. When it doesn\'t, I\'m supposed to...\" She paced back and forth in front of the sofa where I sat. \"I\'m embarrassed to talk about it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'re friends, Ellie,\" I replied. \"You can be open with me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"He said I should...\" She shook her head. \"I can\'t...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I hate to think of you in discomfort.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She continued pacing. \"I\'ll bet that Indian yogi of yours could concoct some herbal tea or something that would set me right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"He taught me a thing or two. Would you let me examine you? No rubber gloves I promise.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lie on the sofa.\" I lifted her blouse to her navel, unsnapped her jeans and palpitated her lower abdomen. She grunted as I pressed down on her left side near her pelvis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Feel here,\" I said and directed her fingers. \"That\'s your sigmoid colon. Feel how hard it is?\" She nodded. \"It\'s packed. You are constipated.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know THAT,\" she replied. \"I was wondering what your yogi would do about it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"He\'d say you need to be cleaned out,\" I said. \"A rather simple problem to deal with. What he\'d recommend is called in the ayurveda, basti. A cleansing enema.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She gave me a wry smile. \"That\'s exactly what I\'m supposed to do -- take an enema. You wouldn\'t happen to have one, would you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"As a matter of fact... No, I don\'t.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll survive, I guess.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let\'s walk to the Walgreen\'s on the corner. It\'s only about ten minutes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can\'t do a ten-minute walk feeling like this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s really bothering you, isn\'t it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"This is one of the worst.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If you can\'t walk to the corner, how are you going to get to the bus stop for the ride back to your place?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t know. I hadn\'t thought about it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Then, I\'ll go.\" I stuffed my wallet into my pocket and slipped into my sandals. \"I\'ll be back in a jiff.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you know what to buy?\" she called after me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I certainly do,\" I called back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wasn\'t about to buy one of the squeeze-bottle disposables. Eleanor needed a real enema. I headed toward the aisle where they kept the fountain syringes. The drustore stocked only a combo hot water bottle/enema/douche kit -- not my first choice. I bought one and headed back to the apartment. I opened the door and showed Eleanor my purchase.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s not what I use,\" she said. \"It\'s a little squeeze-bottle.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Those things aren\'t good for you ... I don\'t think so, at least.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s what the doctor suggested. Why would he suggest something that\'s bad for you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Probably because they\'re quick, easy and convenient,\" I replied. \"Oh, they work, all right; but I wouldn\'t use one. They\'re concentrated salt solutions that work by irritating your rectum. They also cause your tissues to give up fluid. We\'re both chemists, Ellie. You know about fluid transfer through a membrane.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'d much rather use this...\" I held up the fountain syringe. \"You take a large volume of warm water. It\'s a kinder, gentler approach -- and, more effective. The water softens what\'s in your colon and the mechanical distention induces you to expel it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve always used the other kind.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How does it make you feel afterward?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Relieved, maybe?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What should I feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You should feel good ... de-stressed ... energized ... ready to take on the world.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re making it sound like some sort of drug.\" She pondered. \"I don\'t know...\" She looked at the box. \"I\'ve never used one of these...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie, I\'d be happy to help you take a proper enema. It\'s a topic I know something about. I\'ll explain everything...\" I looked around the apartment. \"We need to find a way to hang this.\" I looked in the bathroom. \"You could lie on the floor and we could hang it from the towel-bar... It\'s not quite the right height. I should\'ve picked up some string at the store. They didn\'t have enemas in mind when they designed this apartment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why do I have to lie down?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I traced an outline of her colon on her abdomen. \"Because otherwise you\'re fighting gravity. You need to be horizontal. I suppose you could be on your hands and knees, but I think you should be comfortable for it. You could lie on the sofa and I could hold the bag.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fine,\" she said. \"What\'s next?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We need access to your bottom. You\'ll need to lose the jeans... I know.\" I took one of my tee shirts from a drawer. \"Put this on. It\'ll give you some coverage.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She took the shirt into the bathroom. While she was changing I started my preparations. I took out my pocket knife and shaved ten grams off of a bar of Kirk\'s Castile soap onto the pan of an old triple-beam balance that had been retired from the labs in favor of the electronic variety. This I dissolved in some hot water, filled the bag with two quarts of the soapy solution, flushed the air from the tube and attached the douche nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor emerged from the bathroom barefoot and wearing my shirt -- it came halfway to her knees. It was the first time I had seen her legs. They were short --I don\'t think she was more than five feet -- but they were athletic and shapely. She had cute, dimpled knees and nice muscle definition in her calves. I think Asians have the sexiest legs on the planet and hers were no exception.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now what?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held up the bag. \"This is filled with warm water and a bit of castile soap.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why soap?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The soap\'s a mild irritant.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I thought you said irritants are bad.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is gentle. Because you\'re so plugged up, I put soap in to make it a bit more purgative. It also makes things slippery.\" I held up the nozzle. \"This goes into your rectum.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It looks like a douche nozzle.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It is.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t they have special ... rectal ones?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took the enema pipe out of the box. \"This? These tend to plug up if your rectum happens to have anything in it. They also slip out easily. They\'re no good.\" I flicked it into a waste-basket; then I held up the hose with the douche tip. \"This will do neither.\" Eleanor shrugged. \"The object is to fill your colon from one end to the other. The distention from the volume and stimulation from the soap will get your colon moving and you can rid yourself of what\'s plugging you up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How much is in there?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Two quarts.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her eyes popped. \"TWO QUARTS?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"An adult -- even a little schmeck like you -- can take two quarts with no problem. If they\'re empty that is. You\'re so plugged up I doubt you\'ll take it all. I won\'t be cross with you if you don\'t. Just take as much as you can.\" I looked into her face. \"Are you scared?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A little.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s not too late to call it off.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This will really make me feel better?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Guaranteed or double your money back.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s an easy guarantee for you to make since I haven\'t paid you anything.\" I could see she was struggling with it. \"How do you know so much about this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I used to do this myself -- all the time.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why did you stop?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I went east. I learned to eat right, to live healthy. I got a low-stress job I love. I haven\'t needed them since. Do you trust me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"I think I do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put a towel on the sofa. \"Lie face-down,\" I said. She complied. I rested the bag on the back of the sofa -- being of the closed-top, hot-water-bottle variety I could lay it down with no fear of spillage -- one advantage, I guess. \"Here we go, then...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I smeared a dab of petroleum jelly on the tip of the nozzle. I lifted the hem of the shirt to expose her buttocks. \"You have a great-looking ass, Ellie,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I figured that\'s really why you\'re doing this,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not at all.\" I spread her with one hand and lubed her brown anus with the nozzle. \"You do have a world-class ass, though. Now relax,\" I said and slid the nozzle into her. \"Okay?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I picked up the bag. \"It\'s not supposed to hurt. You might feel some discomfort...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Discomfort? You never mentioned that! What sort of discomfort?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fullness, pressure, minor cramping -- sometimes you have to feel a little worse before you feel better. You shouldn\'t experience any real pain. Tell me right away if you do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded and I opened the clamp.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I feel it!\" she gasped. \"It\'s warm. What an odd sensation...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I made it warm to relax your colon. Is it too hot?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No ... almost... It\'s starting to hurt! It hurts ... it hurts! I\'m full -- I have to go!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We just started -- you have hardly any in you. It\'s only a spasm.\" I closed off the flow. \"Relax. Your colon needs to open up and the pressure will subside.\" I slipped my hand under her and with a circular motion massaged her lower left abdomen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She moaned and whimpered. \"Yes. It feels better now. It was like a valve opened. I could feel it flow in.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Some cramping is normal, especially since you\'re sooo full... Lift your butt a little to take pressure off your stomach.\" I snapped open the clamp again. \"Breathe deeply and slowly. Try to relax your abdomen. Can you feel the flow?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"Uhuh. I feel pressure build and then release ... I feel it moving up...\" She pointed to her left side near her ribcage. \"I feel it here, now... bubbles inside... My stomach\'s starting to hurt.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Pain?\" I asked. \"Pressure? Cramping?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- nausea.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I clicked off the clamp. \"Your colon is responding to the soap. I think you should take a soap enema as fast as you can -- to get as much into you as possible before your colon realizes what\'s going on. We\'ve been going slower than I\'d like. It looks you\'ve taken about a quart so far. You should try to take a little more.\" She nodded. I opened the clamp. \"Tell me if it gets real bad.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held the bag fairly low to keep the flow gentle. She took about another pint.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stop,\" she said. \"I\'m feeling really uncomfortable.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stopped the flow. \"Does it hurt?\" She shook her head. \"Sick to your stomach?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sort of...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you going to throw up?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t think so. It feels more like a case of Montezuma\'s Revenge coming on.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pulled the nozzle from her. \"That\'s what it should feel like. You did well -- almost a quart and a half. I want you to lie here and let the enema do its work.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How long?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"As long as you can stand it, but at least five minutes. Fifteen would be better.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can barely stand it now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know in this situation five minutes feels like five hours. You need to hold it a little while to loosen things up so you can get rid of them.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ohhh!\" she moaned. \"I feel cramping.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s the enema stimulating your colon. Relax and try to hold it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It feels awful. I\'m sorry I agreed to this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Once you expel it\'s over. You\'ll be cleaned out and you\'ll feel better. You\'re doing great, Ellie. Try to hold it a little longer.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t think I can.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll help you.\" I pressed and held her buttocks together. \"Better?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes... It\'s passing. Oh! Another cramp. They\'re coming in waves.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s good. The enema is stimulating peristaltic waves in your colon. Hold it through three strong ones and then you can go to the bathroom.\" She groaned. I\'ll explain the proper way to expel an enema. Resist the urge to bear down. Let your colon do the work. When you feel a wave coming, relax your bottom and it will flow out. Got that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uhuh.\" She nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t try to force it and don\'t strain. It doesn\'t work, anyway.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor grimaced through one more wave and then waddled to the bathroom bent over and clutching her stomach. Meanwhile, I flushed the soap out the equipment and made ready with a clear water rinse. I filled the bag with two quarts. I wanted her to take more, if she could. This is what I didn\'t like about the closed-top bags. An open-top one I could refill mid-stream.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided to try applying some fluid dynamics to the problem. I filled my quart measure and set it on the kitchen counter. Then, I submerged the end of the hose in it, lifted the bag and opened the clamp. Once the air was done bubbling out of the hose I shut off the clamp. Keeping the hose end submerged, I set the bag on the floor and opened the clamp.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sure enough, the water started siphoning from the pitcher into the bag, its sides stretching as it filled. It took a couple of minutes to get most of another quart into the bag, but soon the quart measure was empty and the bag, bloated with three quarts, lay on the floor. I picked up the inflated apparatus and set it on the sofa.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She came out of the bathroom. \"Wow!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wow?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s the word for it. I had no idea I held so much ... crap. It just kept coming out\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Did it work better than the squeezie kind?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think so.\" She pressed her hand to her abdomen. \"Look at how much flatter I am now.\" She glanced toward the bathroom. \"I turned the fan on but I wouldn\'t go in there right away if I were you...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How do you feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Pretty good. Better than before.\" She ran her hands along her sides. \"My insides feel a little...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Twitchy?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Come here,\" I said. \"I\'ll give you another.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Another?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. This one\'s clear water to flush any soap residue out of your colon. Remember, the soap\'s an irritant. You don\'t want it to become inflamed, do you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No...\" She glanced at the bloated bag. \"How much is in that thing?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Almost three,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How did you get three quarts into a two-quart bag? That thing looks mean.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have my ways. Just think -- in a few minutes this will all be in there.\" I pointed to her abdomen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s exactly what I was thinking.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t worry, Ellie -- you don\'t have to take it all. But I do want to take as much as you can. This time lie on your back.\" She lay on the sofa. \"Lift your legs and press your knees to your chest.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She hooked her forearm under her knees and lifted her legs. I slid the nozzle into her rectum and held up the bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You should find this one easier to take,\" I said. \"You\'re quite a bit emptier, now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I should hope so.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Put your legs down and relax.\" I opened the clamp and could hear the water gurgling through the tube.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I feel it,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Any cramping?\" She shook her head. \"Any discomfort at all?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No... Just the water flowing in. It feels ... kinda good ... the warmth...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The bag was getting lighter. I estimated she had taken about a quart and a half.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I snapped off the clamp and set down the bag. \"Roll onto your right side,\" I said. \"Let gravity move it deep into your colon.\" I massaged her abdomen and could feel the fullness in her belly. \"You\'re doing fine. Just a little more.\" I held up the bag and opened the clamp. \"Breath slowly and deeply. Relax your abdomen. Let it fill. That\'s it. Every time you exhale, relax your belly a little more to make room for the water.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I watched her take slow, deep breaths through her mouth. \"Stop,\" she said. \"I don\'t think I can hold any more.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was less than a quart in the bag. I snapped off the clamp, pulled out the nozzle and felt her abdomen through the fabric of the tee shirt. It was distended and heavy. \"Feel this,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She ran her hand along her side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- here,\" I said and took her hand. I felt a jolt run up my arm; or, maybe I imagined it. I looked at her face to see if she felt it, too; and gazed for a moment into her hazel, Asian eyes. I was looking straight into her psyche and I saw the sweetness and goodness in her. No one deserved the sort of mistreatment she received from her ex-husband; and certainly not she.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She broke the eye contact and focused on her hand. I guided her fingers along her belly. \"There. Feel it?\" She nodded. \"That\'s your cecum. When it\'s full, you\'re full enough. You took nearly two and a half quarts. There may be some soapsuds still inside you. How do you feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Really bloated.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Does it hurt?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She shook her head. \"No ... doesn\'t hurt, hurt. It\'s kinda uncomfortable, that\'s all.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Same rules for expulsion apply -- don\'t force it. Okay, go do your thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stood sideways to me and ran her hands along her belly, pulling the tee shirt taught against her abdomen. \"Look,\" she said. \"I look like I\'m pregnant. If this is what it feels like to be pregnant ... I\'m not having any kids.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor headed into the bathroom and I started cleaning up and putting away the equipment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She emerged with her hand on her stomach. \"It won\'t all come out.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s not an uncommon problem. You did the right thing, getting off the toilet. Walk around a bit, maybe that\'ll help.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She paced around the living room. \"What happens if it doesn\'t come out?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t worry about it. Your colon will absorb the water. That\'s one of its jobs, anyway. You\'ll end up peeing like crazy the rest of the evening. The surest way to get a stubborn enema to come down is to get thoroughly absorbed in some other activity.\" She continued to pace around the living room. \"If you were to walk down to the corner and get on the bus back to your place, I guarantee that forty-five seconds after pulling away from the curb that enema would come down and want out in the worst way.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor laughed. \"That is my sort of luck.\" She grabbed her sides. \"I do feel better, I guess... Just kinda sloshy...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know how to get it to come down,\" I said and headed to the kitchen. I ran water from the tap with just enough hot to take the chill off and put a little more than a pint in the bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She saw me carrying the bag. \"More? How much more do you want to put into me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is some cool water. It should stimulate contractions and bring the rest of that enema down in a hurry.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She rolled her eyes. \"All right. How should I lie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'ll take this one standing. We want to keep it low in your colon. Bend over and put your hands on the sofa.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lubed the tip and used it to lube her spot. With a circular motion I slid it into her. \"Okay, stand up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held up the bag and opened the clamp. \"Oh, my God,\" she exclaimed. \"Oh ... my ... God... That is such a strange feeling.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It must feel a little like the squeezie kind.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, but that\'s just a squirt. This feels like a lot ... and it\'s cold.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Does it feel crampy?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A little.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s about a pint and a half... Almost done.\" The bag emptied. I closed the clamp and pulled the nozzle out of her anus. \"Walk around until the urge to go is strong.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ellie started pacing around the apartment. Then, she stopped and folded her arms across her stomach. \"Is it coming down?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think it is.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wait until the urge is strong.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, it\'s strong,\" she said. \"Excuse me.\" She sprinted back into the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heard the toilet flush and she emerged with a big smile.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Success, I take it,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"More stuff came out,\" she said, \"and, not just water. It came out like a torrent. I didn\'t think I had so much still in me. I could feel the temperature of the water change.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How do you feel, now?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can\'t describe it,\" she replied. \"I feel empty ... relaxed but invigorated at the same time. And, I\'m so flat now.\" She took my hand and pressed it against her abdomen. \"Feel. My tummy hasn\'t been this flat since I was ten or so.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You had a good enema,\" I said. \"You feel great after a good enema. To be thoroughly cleaned out, you should take a series of them -- large volume enemas until the water returns clear.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Should I do that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Only if you want to. The ones you had tonight accomplished eighty percent of the job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I feel so much better now...\" She approached me and kissed my cheek. \"It felt good... You were so gentle and patient with me... Thank you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Would you do it again?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm... I would.\" She kissed me on the cheek again, and then on my lips. We kissed again and her tongue touched mine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it from my shoulders. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She unfastened my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I took the hem of the tee shirt, lifted it from her and gazed at her nude body. She was flawless, except for the scar under her navel. I coaxed her onto my lap, fondled her compact breasts and tongued her half-dollar-sized, darkly pigmented areolas.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor lay on her back. I slipped my arm under her shoulder blades and kissed her breasts. She held my face against her chest and I began sucking on her nipple, the taste of her skin filling my mouth. I caressed her belly with my free hand, fingered her navel and explored her scar.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t touch that,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked up. \"I love you, Ellie. I love this scar. It\'s part of you and a testament to surmounting adversity. You stood very near the edge of the abyss, but you stepped back and you prevailed. Wear it with pride.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I moved my hand lower and felt her thick pubic patch. My finger slid into her slit. She was very wet down there. I lubed my finger with her juices and began a gentle massaging of her clit. It was as hard as a pebble. I could feel her heart pounding through the flesh of her breast.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She arched her back and moaned, then pushed me onto my back and climbed atop. I slid into her, locked my legs with hers as she rocked her hips. We thrust together. She worked her fingers under me and held tight.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran my hand along her crevass between her buttocks. I put my finger against her anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh-uhn,\" she said and shook her head. I slid my hand higher and held her around the small of her back. Her skin was becoming damp. I continued thrusting and felt my own climax approach. Grabbing her buttocks with both hands I pushed deep into her and ejaculated. She wiped some dampness from my face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She kissed me. \"Oh, I love you,\" she said. \"You take such good care of me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What changed your mind?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What to you mean?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You told me you weren\'t ready for anything physical. Something made you decide you were.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm...\" She kissed my cheek. \"You\'re so gentle. I figured if I could trust you with my colon -- I could trust you with the rest of me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held her against me, still inside her and ran my hand along her back. \"Maybe,\" I said, \"we should talk about you moving in with me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm... Not now ... in the morning...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt her legs twitch as she drifted toward sleep. I closed my eyes let a delicious sleep wash over me.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,4,4,'en',0,'<p>At the start of the next semester Eleanor moved into my apartment. We had many opportunities to test our compatibility before then, as she frequently slept over. I was ready for a companion. We never fought and rarely argued. Arguing with a woman is like playing chess. You gotta think a few moves ahead.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She told me no matter what happened in our relationship she\'d always remember me as the guy who introduced her to enemas. She loved them. The converts are always the most devout, I suppose. Eleanor enjoyed her enemas. She liked feeling the water flow in, and she liked feeling it flow out again. She liked the feeling of being full, and she liked feeling empty. She liked them hot and she liked them cool. We made them an important part of our Saturday night ritual. On Saturdays it was a light veg dinner, followed by a stroll around campus. Then, back to the apartment. I started by giving her a mild soapsuds cleanser and finished with a large-volume rinse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And after that, we made love.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Our sex was better after the enemas, I thought; and I suspected Eleanor was anal-erotic. She was inhibited about it, though. She denied she was; she didn\'t like hearing me talk about it and she never let me touch her there sexually. She even wouldn\'t let me use my finger to lube her. I always had to use the tip of the nozzle for that.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But I could tell that, after the enemas she was more ... eager. It took less to get her aroused, and she was a more active participant than other nights. When I mentioned this observation to her she said, yes, the enema did that -- by making her feel more relaxed and invigorated. That, plus the knowledge we could sleep in on Sunday morning.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I suggested we try making an enema part of our love play. She refused, saying she was afraid of leaking water at the wrong moment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided to eliminate that particular excuse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Early one Saturday morning I let myself into the department workshop and used the lathe to turn a piece of teflon rod into a custom nozzle for her. The finished item looked like a blunted, elongated ace of spades. It was a bit thicker than my thumb at the widest point, and tapered a slender waist before flaring out to a wide hilt.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I drilled a series outlet holes around the body of the gadget and then polished the surface until it was a smooth as an 18-year-old\'s bottom. Instead of a barb fitting I cut threads into the end to accept a nylon compression fitting. A hose would not pull off the end of this bad boy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That evening we prepared for our enema ritual. Eleanor came into the bedroom wearing a short nylon slip that clung to her small breasts like a coat of paint. Its hem cut across the upper thirds of her muscular thighs. fsI handed her a gift wrapped box.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s this for?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nothing,\" I replied. \"Now, do something to deserve it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She unwrapped and opened the box and held the nozzle. Then she looked up at me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Guaranteed not to leak,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You expect to put this ... inside me? It\'s so big.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You regularly pass objects out that\'re bigger, don\'t you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She flushed. \"I suppose...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I led her into the bedroom where the soapsuds awaited. I had bought a pair of open-top two-quart bags and filled one of them with two quarts of hot Castile soap solution. This now hung from an IV stand I had expropriated from the medical college. We had moved from Kirk\'s Castile on to Dr Bronner\'s -- a tablespoon of unscented liquid in two quarts of water packed just enough wallop to get Eleanor\'s colon in motion without upsetting her stomach.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lay on her stomach. I positioned a thin pillow under her hips to elevate them and to keep pressure off her abdomen. Then I squeezed some petroleum jelly onto the tip of the nozzle, spread her buttocks and worked the nozzle in a circular motion to lube her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It slid easily into her. I handed her the clamp and she snapped it open.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She modulated the flow at first, until the lower part of her bowel relaxed and opened to admit the flow. Meanwhile, I smeared some lavender body lotion onto her legs and massaged her calves.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She let go of the clamp, crossed her wrists under her face, relaxed and closed her eyes. I watched the bag as it emptied its contents into her rectum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor drew in a deep breath and released it. \"It\'s flowing in easy,\" she said. \"Good temperature. What you\'re doing feels good ... mmm ... really good.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The bag emptied with a soft gurgle. I snapped shut the clamp and pulled the nozzle from her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Feeling the soap yet?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not yet. Maybe I\'m getting used to it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe we need to up the dose,\" I suggested.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe... Here\'s a cramp ... small one...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pressed and held her buttocks together. She grimaced as it passed. \"Two more like that one,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. I continued massaging the backs of her thighs. \"Another...\" I pressed her buttocks together again. She moaned. \"That was a good one. I think you got the soap just right... Another ... oh! They\'re getting stronger ... uhh!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She groaned and grimaced and a soft gurgle came from deep inside her. \"I think you can go,\" I said. She rolled over, sat up and headed for the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rinsed out the equipment and filled both bags with two quarts each. These I hung on the IV stand. Their hoses I connected to a Y connector with a common outlet hose. I used three shutoff clamps -- one for each bag and the third on the outlet hose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was our standard setup for her large-volume rinse. She never took a full gallon -- I didn\'t expect her to, being so petite -- but she could take three quarts and then some. Her belly would bulge like a three-month pregger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Some nights I put hot water in the first bag and cool in the second. The relaxing warmth would work its way deep into her and the cold would stimulate her so she could expel it easily. She said she liked feeling the temperature change as the water passed out of her. Tonight, though, I had warm water in both -- 46 degrees C according to my lab thermo -- 115 F.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor returned from the bathroom. \"Everything come out okay?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It was a good purge,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lay on her back on the bed and eyed the big nozzle as I tightened the hose fitting and slathered it with a coat of petroleum jelly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why do you want to use that ... thing?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ve talked about it, Ellie,\" I replied. \"I think you\'re somewhat anal-erotic. I thought something like this might be a ... kick.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A kick for who?\" she asked. \"You or me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"For both of us. Would you rather not use it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She rolled her eyes. \"No. Go ahead and use it -- if it\'ll help you get your rocks off.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ready?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She hooked her forearm under her knees and pulled her thighs against her chest. I put the tip of the nozzle on her spot and began a gentle, circular motion to open her up. \"Bear down a bit,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her anus opened for it and I started sliding it in. Once I got the widest point past her orifice, her rectum swallowed the thing whole up to the hilt and her anus closed tight around its narrow waist.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you okay?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m okay. It feels so big.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I opened the clamp to the first bag and handed the clamp on the common outlet hose to her. She snapped it open.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put some lotion on my hands and began massaging her arms. Then, I slipped the straps of her slip off her shoulders and turned down the fabric to expose her breasts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What are you doing?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A different sort of massage,\" I replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I began massaging her chest. I poured a dab of the lotion into the palm of my hand and held it for a moment to warm it. Then, I smeared it onto her nipples and began a deep massage of her breasts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ohhh!\" she gasped. \"This feels really good...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The enema or what I\'m doing?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Both... Mmm...The warm water flowing in ... you got the temperature just right ... and the way you\'re touching me... Mmm ... so relaxing...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And you don\'t believe you\'re anal-erotic,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The first bag emptied. I closed its clamp. \"Time to roll over.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She rolled onto her right side and I snapped open the clamp on the second bag. I lay on the bed and reached around to massage her abdomen with one hand and her breasts with the other. She held the clamp and modulated the flow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t let yourself get too full,\" I said. \"I want you to hold this one for a while.\" Her belly was becoming firm and heavy. \"I think that\'s enough.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She closed off the flow with the second bag nearly half full. I coaxed her onto her back and began caressing her stomach. \"You can feel the outline of your whole colon,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She ran her hands along her stomach. \"Are you uncomfortable?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m very full,\" she replied. \"But not uncomfortable.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you hold that much for a while?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"For a little while, I think.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I slipped my hand between her legs and a finger into her vagina. \"You\'re very wet.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Its from what you were doing. You know that always makes me wet.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know an enema makes you wet. Admit it.\" I dipped into her pool of juices to lube my finger. I began massaging her clit, and with my free hand I pinched and rolled her nipples, alternating from breast to breast.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her breathing grew heavy and she started to pant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, God,\" she said. \"Don\'t look!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I said don\'t watch me!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I closed my eyes and turned my face, but continued rubbing her clit and pinching her nipple. \"I\'m not looking,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She let out an unearthly moan. She gasped, groaned, panted and moaned again. I could hear her pounding the mattress with her fists.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stop!\" she gasped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can I look, now?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes,\" she panted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What happened? Why couldn\'t I watch?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I came. Now, I gotta go to the bathroom.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Here,\" I said. I made sure the two clamps from the bags were closed and I disconnected the outlet hose from the Y-connector. \"I\'ll walk with you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We reached the bathroom. \"Sit on the toilet and I\'ll pull out the nozzle.\" She complied and I reached between her legs. \"Relax...\" I pulled on the hose, which was firmly attached. \"Bear down a bit...\" The nozzle popped out along with a torrent of water. \"I\'ll let you do your thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- don\'t go. I have to say something to you. I really came -- harder and longer than ever in my life. It\'s never happened before.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never? This couldn\'t have been your first orgasm.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It was of sorts...\" She closed her eyes, lifted her faced and expelled a long gush of water. \"Mmmph,\" she grunted. \"There\'s something very wrong with me. You see ... I\'ve never been able to come in the presence of someone else -- especially if they\'re watching me. It\'s a hang-up of mine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re embarrassed to have someone watch you have an orgasm?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"It\'s like not wanting someone to watch me vomit or go to the toilet.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m watching you now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is different. This is only water.\" She grunted and released another long gush. \"I mean... I can ... come ... by ... by myself. But not... with...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"With a partner?\" She closed her eyes and nodded. \"Do you mean all those times...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I was faking it.\" A tear ran down her face. \"I\'m so sorry ... it\'s like I was lying to you. Don\'t get me wrong. I do love our sex. I love feeling you inside me, and I love satisfying you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you get so aroused during our foreplay. Doesn\'t that leave you ... frustrated?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sometimes ... afterwards ... once you\'re asleep ... I come in here and...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And get yourself off.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She closed her eyes and nodded. \"I do enjoy our lovemaking... Believe me, I do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But I wasn\'t satisfying you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes you were. It was all very satisfying. It\'s just...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You weren\'t coming.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s right.\" She expelled another gout of water. \" ...\'till tonight. I don\'t know what it was. It happened so fast -- maybe you caught me off guard. You looked away and then I could come.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe it was the enema.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, that wasn\'t it.\" She folded her arms across her abdomen, leaned over and let out a groan. \"Stuff from way up is starting to come down. In a few moments it\'s gonna start smelling pretty bad in here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll go make the hot chocolate.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After her enemas Eleanor and I would sit and sip hot chocolate. The warm sweetness in her stomach seemed to relax her colon, and any water left in her would drain so she wouldn\'t need to get up in the middle of the night. I heard the toilet flush and she sat at the kitchen table. I set a cup of hot chocolate before her and sat across from her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She looked at me, her eyes moist. \"It\'s not you. Please believe me it\'s not you -- there\'s nothing wrong with what you do. You\'re the gentlest, most giving lover I\'ve ever known -- not that I\'ve know too many. It\'s not you. It\'s me. It\'s my problem.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know what it is,\" I said. \"You\'re anal-erotic. That nozzle and the water pressure gave you enough stimulation so you could come.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No. That\'s not it,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think it is. There\'s no shame in it, Ellie. The nerves back there are close to the ones in the genitals. Sometimes they\'re ... criss-crossed. You know -- wire A connected to post B. If that\'s how you are, you should learn to exploit it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s not how I am.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We both know how much pleasure you get from the enemas.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. I like how they make me feel afterward.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And, you like them during, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Because it feels good. It doesn\'t mean it\'s anything sexual. It doesn\'t have to be sexual to feel good -- or is that a concept a man can\'t grasp? I enjoy them the way someone might enjoy ... a backrub.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A backrub can be erotic, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She rolled her eyes. \"I am not anal. I might have stuff wrong with me...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s what I keep saying,\" I interrupted. \"There\'s nothing wrong with being anal-erotic.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Look,\" she replied, \"I don\'t need to finger my butt to get myself off. Okay?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You should try it sometime. I don\'t want to argue with you, Ellie...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Take my word for it and there\'d be no argument.\" She sipped her chocolate. \"No -- I\'m inhibited. That\'s my problem -- I\'m inhibited. I have all these hang-ups. I\'m so fucked up and I can\'t believe you want to put up with me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie, I love you. Of course I\'ll put up with you.\" I bit my tongue. She had me trapped in one of those female lose-lose arguments. I always was a rotten chess player.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"See? I\'m such a terrible burden you have to put up with. You said so yourself.\" She pressed her knuckle to her lips and looked away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I drew in a deep breath and paused to re-group. \"Ellie, If you\'re inhibited then tonight was a victory, don\'t you think?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sort of, I guess.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sort of? You went from can\'t to can. Is it a coincidence it happened during your enema?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. I only could because you weren\'t watching me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think it was more than that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She let out an exasperated sigh. \"What about you?\" she asked. \"If either of us has an anal fixation it\'s you. You\'re the one with a prurient interest in my butt. There\'s no hiding the fact you get plenty hard when you\'re giving me an enema.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You have great legs and a great bottom, Ellie. Of course they make me hard.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, no. It\'s more than that. I think you enjoy my enemas as much as I do -- maybe more.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s okay with me,\" she continued, \"if you get your rocks off that way. I think it\'s why our sex is so much better afterward. I\'ve been wondering, though, how long it would take you to ask to go to the next level.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Next level? I\'m not following.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You know what I mean.\" She looked me in the eye. \"Anal sex. Those enema nozzles are simply surrogates for your dick.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s ridiculous. Ellie -- when have I ever mentioned anal sex? I don\'t seek it with you and I have never sought it with you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you mean to say if I offered it you\'d turn it down?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her reply blindsided me. It sounded like another lose-lose argument. \"Uhhh...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I knew it! Well, you can forget about it. And, maybe next time I have an enema I\'ll do it myself ... alone!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A long gurgle came from her abdomen. She pressed her hand to her stomach. \"The last of that enema is calling. I\'m going to get rid of this and then I\'m going to bed.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stood, stalked into the bathroom and closed the door. Loudly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I went into the bedroom, undressed and slid under the covers. There I lay, with my fingers laced behind my neck, thinking. There was truth to what Eleanor had said. I did find giving her enemas arousing. It surprised me that I did, but there was no denying it. And, I don\'t think any guy would turn down an opportunity to try it the back way once, even if only out of curiosity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn\'t want her to go to sleep angry with me. I knew what had to be done. Sometimes to secure victory a guy has to concede defeat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor came into the bedroom. She tied her hair into a ponytail and hung her slip on a hook behind the door. Without saying a word, and without eye contact she climbed into bed, lay with her back to me and pulled the covers to her chin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I touched her shoulder. She jerked it away from me. \"Ellie, I\'m sorry. I shouldn\'t have argued with you. It was pretty arrogant of me. You know your body better than anyone. You\'re right -- I do find giving you an enema a turn-on. I don\'t know why, but I do; and I appreciate how ... trusting and giving you are to let me do it. And, if you offered me anal sex I would try it -- but only if I was certain you really wanted it, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If you had admitted that up front, we wouldn\'t have argued, and I wouldn\'t have come to bed angry with you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know. It\'s just my way of working things out in my own thick head. I love you, Ellie. I love you more than anyone in my whole life. And, we have such a good physical relationship. Who cares what kind of pleasure we get, and how? I don\'t want us to argue about something we both enjoy so much.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She rolled over to face me. \"I\'m sorry we argued, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And, Ellie -- if you have a hang-up about me seeing you climax... I promise I won\'t ever watch. I\'ll wear a blindfold if it\'ll help you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor giggled, then laughed out loud. \"The thought of you, naked and wearing a blindfold...\" She hooked her arm around my neck, drew my face to hers and kissed me full on the lips. \"I love you so much.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe I did salvage something.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And, I\'ll help you work on your inhibitions,\" I said. \"Sex is one of the beautiful things about being human and mutual pleasure with someone you love is a wonderful part of being alive. But, I believe sex is a learned activity. Sure the motions are simple enough, but good sex requires three things: You need to love your partner. You need to love yourself. And, you need to be in touch with your own body -- your own responses, as well as those of your partner. You\'ve learned your inhibitions. You need to un-learn them, that\'s all. It\'s like any activity. It\'s all technique and you get better with practice.\" I lay facing her and gazing into her hazel almond-shaped eyes. \"Any time you\'d like to try some un-learning, I\'m more than happy to help.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She looked at me and I could feel her breath on my face. \"Okay, let\'s try some un-learning.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now? Do you mean it? You\'re not angry with me any more?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No. That was one of the nicest apologies I\'ve ever received.\" She looked me in the eyes and hers began to brim. \"Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We kissed. We kissed again, our tongues exploring each other\'s mouths and us sharing each other\'s airways. I kissed her neck, tasted her skin and inhaled her scent under her arms -- the blend of her own body chemistry and the deodorant she wore. She led my face down her neck to her breasts. I fondled them and admired her small, brown areolas. \"You have beautiful breasts,\" I said, \"lovely nipples. Did I ever tell you that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She giggled. \"Only about every night.\" I began to tongue them. They responded by becoming erect -- not hard, but erect. She handed me the bottle of lavender lotion. I poured some into my palm to warm and smeared some onto her breasts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I began massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm,\" she said. \"That feels so good. The lotion makes my skin slippery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes -- I can stimulate you deep without the tickly sensations on the surface.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I feel it deep in my breasts,\" she said. \"It\'s wonderful.\" She touched her lower abdomen. \"I feel it in here, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Did you know there\'s a wire running from your nipples to your clit?\" I asked. \"Every woman is hooked up that way.\" I continued to roll her nipples. Her legs began to twitch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Speaking of which,\" she said and guided my hand between her thighs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dipped my finger into her juices and began rubbing her clit. \"Tell me when not to look.\" She nodded. I watched her lie there as I stroked her, her eyes closed and her lips pursed. I stroked and stroked. She wasn\'t responding.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This isn\'t working, is it?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I get close and then it slips away from me... You\'d better stop. I\'ll just get frustrated.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She bit her lip and turned from me. I knew she was trying not to cry.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right, Ellie. You can\'t unlearn years\' worth in a few minutes.\" I caressed her shoulder blade.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I was trying so hard,\" she said, sniffling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s your problem -- you try too hard. You become so obsessed with failure it becomes self-fulfilling.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe you\'re right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let\'s rest a while. I probably over stimulated you. Too much stimulation and your nerves shut down. Your clit becomes numb.\" I touched her chin to turn her face so I could look into her eyes. \"There\'s nothing sadder than a numb clit.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She giggled; then coaxed me on my back and began caressing me. \"While I recover I\'ll do you.\" She began kissing and caressing me, running her hands along my body and touching me the ways she knew I liked. \"You go ahead and have yours,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, not like that. I want it to be mutual.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe we need to work up to it. I came once tonight. If you have yours -- then at least I won\'t feel I like let you down. Afterward if we want to try some more un-leaning...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fair enough.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She got on her hands and knees. I started to approach her from the back. I slipped my finger into her vagina. She was still plenty wet there.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No,\" she said. \"Back door.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you serious?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m going to knock down my inhibitions one-by-one. Maybe you\'re right. Maybe I AM anal. Maybe you want anal. I\'m nice and clean back there. It\'d be a shame to waste it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved the jar of petroleum jelly. \"I\'m going to get you good and lubed up,\" I said. I dipped into the jar, spread her and put a big dab on her anus. I worked my finger into her, past the second knuckle; then stretched her some more with two fingers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I spread some onto my rock-hard member and knelt behind her, adjusting my stance to align with her hole. \"Ready?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ready.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I spread her buttocks with both hands and pressed my glans to the spot. \"I\'m not going to force anything,\" I told her. \"Bear down so you\'ll open up for me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She grunted as she complied. At first she tightened up, but then she began to open. I went in glans-deep and paused. \"Tell me if it hurts.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t worry, I will. It doesn\'t hurt.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pushed myself in further. \"I\'m about half-way in. Okay?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay. Keep going.\" I went in deeper and she giggled. \"Your hair is tickling me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How does it feel?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It feels okay -- a bit like that nozzle. Go ahead and do your thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I want to savor,\" I said. \"This is the first time for me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t believe that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Believe it. I\'m a butt-sex virgin, Ellie.\" And, if there was any virginity left to lose, she was the girl to lose it with.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How does it feel to you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It felt ... indescribable. I was enveloped by the warm, moist velvet of her rectum. It took all my self-control to keep from blowing my load then and there. \"It feels really good,\" I said. I got hold of myself, crouched over her and reached between her legs from the front with my right hand. I helped myself to some of her juices and began massaging her clit again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I cupped my left hand over her breast with her nipple between my second and third fingers. I massaged her breast and squeezed her nipple; but my ulterior motive was to monitor her heart.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That feels good,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you come like this? I promise I won\'t watch.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll try.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No. Don\'t try. Just let it happen. Don\'t think about it. Earlier when you came -- you weren\'t thinking about coming, were you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- I was worrying that the nozzle would pop out.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Think about something else, now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay, I\'m thinking about something else.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I counted under my breath to keep a steady rhythm on her clit: 1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4...; and I rolled her nipple in synch with my stroking. I could feel her heart accelerate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her breathing grew heavy. \"Mmm.... mmm... mmm...\" she moaned with each exhale and each time I could feel her tighten her sphincter around me. I knew what she was thinking about: me in her butt. Each time she squeezed it was a warm velvet caress.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was taking my own advice and thinking about other things, too: Having to file my taxes ... the President\'s latest speech ... baseball statistics... Anything to keep my mind off the tension building deep in my pelvis \'til I was ready to unload.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was also paying attention to her heartbeat. It grew stronger and faster, and I knew she couldn\'t fake that. It told me tension also was building in her -- building to an inescapable conclusion. If I didn\'t mess up, that is.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She touched my right wrist. \"Over to the left a little.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re thinking about it. Stop it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I\'m not -- but you need to be over to the left a little.\" I adjusted my stroking. \"That\'s it ... perfect ... don\'t change it ... feels good...\" Her breathing became panting and her heart began racing. \" ... feels good ... almost ... little more... Oh, God!\" she gasped. \"Don\'t watch.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My eyes are closed.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t look at me!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m not!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"More! Oh, God! MORE! MORE!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stroked her clit as hard and fast as I could. She let out the unearthly moan, gasped, grunted and moaned again. I knew she was coming. I could feel it -- the rhythmic pulsing of the muscles in her pelvic floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the first time in my life I knew without a doubt my woman came. I had never felt anything like it the front way. I felt the involuntary contractions in her bottom and there I was in the thick of it. The sensations pushed me over the edge. I tried to hold back but it was too late. I was past the point of no return. I grabbed her around her waist with both hands, pushed deep into her. \"Ellie!\" I grunted and pumped my fluids into her rectum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She moaned again and I felt more pulsations. Then, she gasped and looked back at me. \"Are you finished?\" she panted. I nodded. \"Me, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pulled out of her, grabbed some facial tissues and cleaned us both off. \"You did it!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I did,\" she said, \"I came hard -- twice.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I felt you both times.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I felt you come, too. You got bigger and firmer -- then I felt you ... squirting into me. It made me come again. What did it feel like to you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I could feel your muscles pulsing. It felt so good it made me come. I was trying to hold back but I couldn\'t.\" She kissed me, put her arms around me and squeezed. \"Not bad for the first time, huh?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not bad at all. Thinking about it makes me want to do it again.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not right away. I\'m spent. I need to recharge.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No ... next time.\" She cuddled up to me and I switched out the light. \"You\'re so good for me ... and so patient. How did you learn such patience?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It must be my studies in the East,\" I replied. \"It\'s a Zen thing. Sometimes the best way to grasp something is not to reach for it -- to achieve something is not to desire it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That doesn\'t make sense.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It does in a Zen way. You have Asian heritage, Ellie. Your mom was Korean. Didn\'t she teach you any of this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I never knew my mom,\" she replied. \"My dad tried to raise me as an ordinary American kid.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How boring.\"</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,5,5,'en',0,'<p>I sat at my laptop computer scrolling through some of the off-the-beaten path news sites. I liked to do that in the morning. Eleanor stood behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. \"Tea\'s ready,\" she said. \"What weird news is there today?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is one you might be interested in,\" I said. \"It\'s a story about a guy who died after overdosing on an alcohol enema.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Alcohol enema?\" She sat and read the story. \"It says the guy took three bottles of sherry.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not ordinary bottles -- big ones. Three one-and-a-half litre bottles,\" I replied. \"That\'s like six regular bottles. Sherry\'s pretty strong stuff -- between thirty and forty proof. \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It says here his colon absorbed the alcohol so fast it killed him.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It was the quantity that killed him. The same thing would\'ve happened if he drank that much. It would be like drinking two bottles of vodka in one sitting.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'d be throwing up after this much of the first bottle,\" she replied, holding up her thumb and forefinger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If you could drink -- and, keep down two bottles of vodka you\'d be just as dead.\" I thought for a moment. \"The poor guy in that article injested at least seven hundred mililitres of pure alcohol. That\'s what killed him.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How do you figure that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Four and a half litres of a fifteen percent solution is around seven hundred mils of the concentrant ... closer to six-seventy-five, actually.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She shook her head. \"I don\'t believe you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s true.\" I poked the keyboard to bring up the calculator on the laptop.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- I believe you -- the numbers. I don\'t believe you can work those dilution formulas in your head.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Practice,\" I replied. \"I\'ve done a few alcohol enemas myself. I got interested in the topic during my undergrad years. I would never use that much.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How much would you use?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I went into my apartment\'s study and retrieved a spiral notebook. After flipping through the pages I found what I sought. \"Here are my notes... Alcohol is a drug and the same rules apply for any drug. Dosage needs to be calibrated to body weight. My guideline for rectally-administered alcohol is one mililitre per kilogram of body mass. For someone your size... What do you weigh? One-twenty?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She gasped and looked at me agape. \"One-twenty? Oh! How could you think I weigh one- twenty?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m a lousy judge of that sort of thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have never weighed one-twenty in my entire life!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How much do you weigh?\" She folded her arms across her chest stuck her nose in the air. \"Ellie, how much?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Try one-oh-eight.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A hundred and eight?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You don\'t believe me! You must think I\'m so wide...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You do have muscular thighs...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh!\" She gasped again. \"Yes, you\'re right -- my big, heavy legs must weigh fifty pounds each.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I love your legs, Ellie. I think they\'re very sexy. You have great legs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, great -- as in huge, monstrous ... gi-norm-ous!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s nonsense. Ellie -- if you say you\'re a hundred-eight, then I believe you.\" I thought for a moment. \"Your mass is around fifty kilograms ... so, someone like you shouldn\'t take more than fifty mililitres of pure alcohol in an enema. That guy took more than ten times that amount.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fifty mililitres?\" She held up her thumb and forefinger. \"Is that enough to make me drunk?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No. It\'s enough to make you very drunk -- especially if you\'re not accustomed to it. We\'re talking pure alcohol, here. If it were 80-proof vodka, it would be ... a hundred twenty-five mils -- a little less than a quarter of a bottle. Of course I would never introduce pure alcohol -- or, even hard liquor -- into anyone\'s colon. It would cause tissue damage. It must be diluted, first.\" I consulted my notes. \"My other guideline is the concentration of alcohol must be seven percent or less.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Like wine?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Even wine is too strong. It must be mixed with water.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It sounds like you figured this all out,\" she remarked. \"What\'s it feel like?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You feel it going in. You get a buzz that\'s similar to drinking.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve never seen you drink.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I gave up consuming alcohol -- from either end -- after studying under my yogi in India.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Before then?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I never was a big drinker. I did it once a month or so as a diversion.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Interesting.\" She took my notebook and studied it. \"Very interesting.\" She showed me a page. \"Is this a timeline?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. I recorded my experiences at five-minute intervals. Notice the entries get less coherent as time passes. I remember feeling pretty impaired after fifteen minutes or so.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is fascinating.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t tell me it\'s something you\'d like to try.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe I would,\" she replied. \"I\'ve never been able to drink alcohol -- it makes me sick to my stomach. I\'ve always wondered what being drunk feels like.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made some mental computations. \"For someone like you who weighs ... a hundred-eight, I would administer one-hundred-twenty-five mililitres of 80-proof vodka diluted with just over a pint of plain water.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A pint. That\'s not much.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You need to hold it long enough to experience the buzz. You wouldn\'t want it larger, believe me. You would want to be thoroughly cleaned out first, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This Saturday night when we do our ritual,\" she said. \"I want to try an alcohol nightcap -- just to see what it\'s like.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay -- I\'ll pick up some vodka and borrow a graduated cylinder from the labs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why vodka?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Because it\'s neutral grain alcohol in water. Would you rather we pinch some 95% lab alky?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"...No... Vodka sounds safer.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"By the way ... I should mention that sex feels really good behind one of these.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Saturday evening Eleanor and I took our stroll around campus to help settle our dinners. I knew she was anticipating our festivities. It was all she could talk about during our walk.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How did you get interested in this?\" she asked me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My mother used to give me enemas,\" I replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ah, no wonder it\'s a turn-on for you. It\'s a latent mommy-thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It sounds like you applied the full force of an undergrad psychology course to come up with that assessment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Psych-101,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My mother got it from her mother. My grandmother was a registered nurse who trained in the \'30\'s and \'40\'s. Back then every household had an enema bag hanging from a hook behind the bathroom door. Medicine was considerably more barbaric in those days. I ran across some of my grandma\'s nursing manuals. Did you know it was common practice to give ether enemas to pregnant moms about to deliver?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ether? The anesthetic?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Diethyl ether, yes -- they\'d mix a couple ounces of ether in some mineral oil and shoot it into the mom\'s rectum. It was a sort of neolithic epidural, I guess. I remember reading how the patient would begin tasting the ether ... how it induced a twilight sleep to take the edge off the delivery. I wondered what it would feel like to experience an intoxicant delivered rectally. So I did some experiments with myself as the subject.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You put your life on the line in the name of science. How noble. How ... fearless.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hardly. I wasn\'t about to experiment with ether, as I had no desire to die ... or, to blow up my apartment. Ethyl alcohol is a kissing cousin to ether, so I experimented with it, instead. I started small and worked up to the parameters we discussed.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You say it takes about fifteen minutes to feel it?\" she asked. \"I Googled some websites on the subject. Some of them said it\'s like mainlining the stuff.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, you start feeling it right away. It takes about fifteen minutes to become intoxicated. I\'m not an expert in the physiology of alcohol intoxication -- all my observations are empirical. You absorb alcohol faster through your colon than your stomach, but I don\'t know how much faster. I doubt it\'s like mainlining the stuff, though -- no matter what the websites suggest. There is no rush.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We reached the apartment. I had made some preliminary preparations before we took our walk -- the I.V. stand was by the bed and I had put two layers of towels on the bedspread.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor sat on the bed and began untying her running shoes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I walked in with a towel over my forearm and carrying a notepad. \"Good evening,\" I said, \"I am your enema sommelier, and I\'m here to help you with your selection. Tonight we have three courses. To begin, I recommend a mild cleanser -- pure water perhaps, or maybe one with just a whisper of Dr Bronner\'s. After all, you wouldn\'t want your colon cranky from too much castile. That would ruin your dessert.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We wouldn\'t want that,\" Eleanor agreed. \"What else would you recommend?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"To minimize irritation, you might try a hot tap water cleanser followed by an isotonic large- volume rinse.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Isotonic?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes -- Sufficient baking soda and salt to match the salinity of your own lovely juices.\" I rolled my eyes in thought. \"A proper saline enema might be so comfortable your colon won\'t want to give it up. That could be a problem.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmm... It sounds like it might be.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know. A dual-temperature rinse. An adaptation of the old cold water/old water routine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That sounds good.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I began writing on the note pad. \"First course is a warm tap-water cleanser, followed by a large- volume, dual-temp saline rinse. And for dessert...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She giggled. \"Our special dessert.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I took the liberty of laying out some outfits for you to wear for tonight\'s festivities.\" I pointed to three hangers. \"We have the utilitarian tee-shirt, the comfy cotton slip and the filmy black negligee. Your choice. I\'ll go prepare the first course.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The first one was easy -- two quarts of tap water measured at 110 degrees F into the open-top bag. I carried it into the bedroom. Eleanor sat on the bed wearing the tee-shirt.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You look disappointed,\" she said. \"I could almost hear the crestfall.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I was hoping...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"For the filmy negligee. My idea was to wear all three. Not at once... But, I figured it would be best to save the filmy one for last, don\'t you think?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded. \"Your concept is sound.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I figured I\'d change in the bathroom -- between courses.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hung the enema bag on the stand and began coating the nozzle with petroleam jelly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What position?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How about Sim\'s?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded and lay on the towels on her left side. She pulled her legs up and I lifted the hem of the tee-shirt to expose her bottom. Then, with a gentle twisting motion I slipped the nozzle into her rectum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor turned over with her left arm behind her back. She straighted her left leg and pulled her right one up and lay half on her left side and half on her stomach. \"Is this good?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You know your Sim\'s,\" I replied. \"Ready?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ready.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I handed her the clamp. She snapped it open and the water gurgled soflty in the hose as it flowed into her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat on the bed and caressed her shoulder blades as she took the enema. As she filled she began taking slow, deep breaths through her mouth. But, she didn\'t once shut down the flow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I watched the bag deflate and pinched it to feel how much water was left. Soon the whole thing had emptied into her. I closed the clamp and pulled out the nozzle. \"Two quarts, non-stop,\" I said. \"Good job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How long should I hold it?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There\'s no soap to stimulate you, so just hold it until you\'re ready to get up and go.\" I continued to caress her shoulder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve had a couple of mild cramps... Maybe I\'ll go now, it that\'s okay.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Suit yourself.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She grabbed the cotton slip and headed for the bathroom. I began to prep for her large-volume rinse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For this I used two bags ganged together through a Y-connector. Each bag had a cutoff clamp on its hose, with a third clamp on the outlet hose. I mixed four tablespoons of baking soda and the same amount of salt in a gallon of 85 degree tap water. I filled one bag with this solution; then put the remainder in the microwave oven and heated it to 115 degrees F. The warmed water went into the second bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hung both bags on the IV stand and, flushed air from the hoses and connected them to the Y- connector. To this I attached the outlet hose with its nozzle. I decided against the large, plug nozzle I had made for Eleanor and instead attached a douche tip.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She came from the bathroom wearing the cotton slip and hung the hanger with the tee-shirt on the closet door knob. \"I can\'t wait to try the alcohol,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We mustn\'t get ahead of ourselves.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Hooking her forearm under her knees she lifted her legs and pressed her thighs against her breasts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lubed the nozzle and passed it into her rectum. She stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles. I handed her the common hose clamp and opened the one on the hot bag. \"Comfy?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm...\" She clicked open the clamp and the bag began to drain. Eleanor closed her eyes and lifted her face. \"Mmm... nice and warm.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I caressed her thigh as the water flowed in. She reached down and put her hand on mine. \"Feel good?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Feels good.\" She nodded. \"It\'s going in real easy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How did you do with the first one?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Pretty good. I think there\'s still some left in me, so I don\'t know how much of this I can take.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She took the first bag without a flinch. When it was empty I had her roll onto her right side in a reverse-Sim\'s posture. Then I opened the clamp on the other bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The cool water began to flow. Eleanor\'s eyes opened wide when she felt the cool water.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wow, that\'s different,\" she said. \"It feels a little crampy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s supposed to -- warmth relaxes, cold stimulates contractions.\" I caressed her leg. \"Remember, slow, deep breaths ... relax your abdomen.\" She nodded and lay on her side, fingering the hose clamp. I ran my hand along her belly and could feel the heaviness of her distended cecum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She snapped it off. \"Done?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not quite. Just taking a rest. How much do you think?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About two and a half quarts,\" I replied. \"You should try to get a little more cold water into you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded, popped the clamp open and let it flow for a few seconds before stopping it down again. She did this a couple more times and then declared herself filled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor grabbed the black negligee on her way out the door and headed for the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I drained and rinsed the bags and set them aside -- I\'d hang them to dry over the bathtub later. I began preparing the alcohol enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For a bag I used one of the clear plastic, disposable variety. First I filled it with clear water and drained most of that out to fill the tube. I measured out 600 ml of tap water and tested the temperature -- 100 degrees. To this I mixed 125ml of inexpensive vodka and poured it into the bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hung the bag on the IV stand, and I switched the nightstand light to the lowest level. Then, I undressed, slipped into a bathrobe and sat, waiting for Eleanor to come from the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She came in wearing the negligee.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How did you do?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"Okay. I see what you mean about saline being comfortable. I think I have a pint or so still in me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s okay,\" I said and pointed to the clear bag. \"Here it is.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m giddy with anticipation,\" she said. \"What position?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Knee-chest,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She got on the bed on her hands and knees, then lowered her shoulders. \"Why this?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s about a pint and a half,\" I replied. \"You\'ll want to retain it for nearly an hour. We need to get it deep into your colon for you to do that. This position puts your abdomen almost upside-down. It should flow straight to your transverse colon. Ready?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ready,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lubed the slender plastic tip and slid it into her rectum, pushing the tube in until I felt resistance. Then, I held up the bag and released the clamp.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The fluid began to flow. After about five seconds, Eleanor arched her neck and gasped. \"OH! It burns!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I told you you\'d feel it going in. Slow, deep breaths.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She panted, mouth wide open. \"Oh! Oh! I feel it all the way down my legs to my toes. Oh, my God! My toes feel like they\'re red-hot!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About half done,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s starting to feel better,\" she said. \"Now my colon feels crampy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s pretty irritating stuff,\" I replied. \"It\'s why I could never hold it very long.\" The bag emptied and I closed the clamp and pulled out the tube. \"It\'s all inside you,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now what?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stay like that for a little longer, then lie on your right side. Massage your stomach. Try to get it in deep.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lay on her right side, grabbed her abdoment and shook it. Then she pressed her hand below her ribcage. \"Now I feel it here... I think I can taste alcohol in the back of my throat.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took the equipment from the room and returned. Eleanor still lay on her right side. I ran my hand along her leg. \"How are you doing?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m really starting to feel it, now,\" she replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In my joints They have this funny aching feeling.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I glanced at the clock. \"It\'s been about five minutes. It\'ll be another ten before you start feeling the full effects.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My stomach stopped hurting,\" she said. \"Maybe I\'m getting used to it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll see how long your colon can tolerate it. I peeled off my robe, lay beside her and kissed her. \"I can smell it on your breath.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How can it be on my breath if I didn\'t drink it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s in your blood and you\'re excreting it through your lungs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh... When I close my eyes it feels like the room is spinning.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked at the clock. It was just past ten minutes since she had taken the mixture into her colon. I kissed her again and could detect more alcohol on her breath.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran the backs of my fingers down her chest between her breasts; then caressed one breast and the other. I traced one of her dark, coin-sized areoleas through the sheer fabric with my fingertip. When I brushed my fingers across her nipple she closed her eyes and drew in a breath.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh!\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Is that okay?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, yes. It surprised me -- that\'s all.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I began fondling her breast through the fabric. Her nipple became erect and I stroked it and rolled it between my fingers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Both sides like that,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lay with my back against the headboard and propped her against my chest so I could reach around her and fondle both breasts. She was taking slow, deep breaths.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, God,\" she said. \"This feels sooo good.\" She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. Her body was very limp.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Does the alcohol help?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, yes,\" she replied. \"Everything feels twice as intense.\" She touched her lower abdomen. \"I feel it here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and began to uncover her breasts. \"No,\" she said, \"through the fabric. I like how it feels ... slippery...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pulled her gown up to cover her and resumed rolling her nipples through the fabric. \"I know you like what I\'m doing. Do you know how I know?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your nipples are erect. They get that way when I\'m touching them just right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They love what you\'re doing. They\'d love more...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let me know when you\'re ready for me to move down.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In a little bit. Just keep doing what you\'re doing.\" Her enunciacion was becoming less distinct. \"I\'m still going deeper...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Into the alcohol?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. \"Uh-uh... I never been this drunk. I alw\'s throw up first. It\'s odd to feel this drunk and not feel any alcohol in my stomach...\" She drew in a deep breath and released it. \"Oh, this feels good... I\'m almost ready. I wanna go a li\'l deeper yet... Oh, God I love you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I love you, too, Ellie.\" I kissed the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her hair. \"Don\'t let yourself go too deep -- you won\'t feel anything.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m ready for you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I extricated myself from behind her, helped her lie flat on the bed and adjusted a pillow under her shoulders. Then, I rolled her thighs apart, lifted the hem of the negligee and kissed between her legs. Her musky cassolette filled my nostrils as I worked between her lips and pushed my tongue into her vagina as far as I could.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then, I moved my tongue upward to her clit and began a gentle tickling. I slipped my arms under her thighs and cupped my hands over her compact breasts. With the tip of my tongue I found the glans of her clit tucked under its little hood. I began sucking it and rolling her nipples through the thin fabric of her negligee, my pinching in synch with my tongue.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her body was as limp as a dishrag. She rolled her head to one side. Her lips parted and she took deep, slow breaths through them. She lifted and crossed her forearms above her head, pulled together her shoulder-blades and rocked her torso to press her breasts against my fingers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh,\" she slurred, \"I\'m molting... I mean I\'m melting ... and I\'m floating... it feels so good.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I continued working her clit with my tongue and rolling both nipples. Her heart was beginning to pound and I could feel it through the flesh of her left breast.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had reached a plateau, I sensed. I maintained a steady rhythm on her clit, but I didn\'t want to overstimulate it. Each of her breaths consisted of a slow, deep inhale and a sharp, huffing exhale. I thought she needed some other stimulation, so I slipped my left hand off her right breast and slid it under her hem. I massaged her abdomen, fingered her navel and caressed her mons.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stayed on the plateau, her heart pounding. I slid my left hand under the fabric of her negligee until I reached her breast. Then, I slipped my right hand under the fabric and began rolling her nipples again, this time my fingers against her bare skin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That did it. She exploded into orgasm, arched her back, moaned and gasped. I could feel her pelvic muscles pushing against my chin as I continued to work her clit with my tongue.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another orgasmic wave washed over her, and then another. I felt her pelvic floor move with each one. She grabbed my forearms in a white-knucked grip. Then, she let out a moan that was almost a shriek, and she started crying.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor pressed her fist to her lips and wept. I came up from between her legs and cradled her in my arms.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie, are you all right?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her body was wracked with sobs. She pressed her fist to her mouth again, nodded and sniffed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie, what\'s wrong?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nothing. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you sit up?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded. I helped her sit and grasped the hem of the negligee to lift it from her. She sat, nude and cross-legged on the bed. I knelt beside her, held her and kissed her. Her eyelids were droopy and her eyes looked glassy. She peppered my face with kisses. Her tears subsided. \"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held her face against my chest. She started caressing me and exploring my skin with her fingers. Then I ran my hand along her thigh, put my finger between her labia and pressed it against her clit. She moaned as a mini-orgasm swept over her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you be on top?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I thing so...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lay on my back and helped her atop. She held me around my shoulders and I slipped inside her easily. I grabbed her hips and began moving them up and down. She got into the swing and started pushing on her own.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With my left arm across her shoulder blades and my right hand on the small of her back I pressed her against myself. She continued to thrust against me. I ran my right hand between her buttocks and paused when I reached her anus. I slipped my finger in.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was like throwing a switch. She doubled and redoubled the vigor of her thrusting. \"Uhh ... uhh ... uhh..\" she grunted as she pushed against me. I could feel my own climax was moments away. I tried to hold on, but lost it. I grabbed her buttocks, pushed into her and ejaculated.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She groaned. Her thrusting became a vibrating of her hips against mine. Her back was moist and her face was red. I stroked loose hair from her face. She started crying again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie, what is this? Why are you crying?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can\'t help it,\" she blubbered. \"I love you so much!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held her until she calmed again. \"Are you okay?\" I asked. She nodded. \"How does your colon feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s been cramping but I don\'t care.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you want to try and expel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think I better.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll help you to the bathroom.\" I got up and helped her to her feet. She was having trouble standing. \"Let\'s try to walk -- one foot in front of the other.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stumbled. I supported her and ended up carrying her to the toilet. \"You are drunk, little girl.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sat on the toilet, folded her arms across her belly and leaned over. \"Don\'t leave,\" she said. Then, she grunted and released a stream. It hit the water in the bowl with considerable force.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hey -- don\'t bear down,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can\'t help it.\" She grunted. More water came out. \"It burns coming out, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It sounds like you\'re getting rid of most of it,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She grasped her abdomen, shook it up and down; then leaned over, grunted and released more. \"Ohhhh...\" she groaned. \"I think my colon\'s gonna be grouchy for a couple of days.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That can happen.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re right about one thing, My head\'s starting to clear ... now that I\'m rid of it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you remember making love?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How could I forget it? It was wonderful. You were right about that, too. It was the best sex I\'ve ever had ... uhhh...\" She paused to bear down again. \"About the crying...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Alcohol does funny things to people, Ellie. We don\'t have to discuss it if it embarasses you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It wasn\'t the alcohol that made me cry. It was you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it. I felt really loopy...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Loopy? You couldn\'t walk.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve never been that drunk. I told you drinking makes me vomit. For me, I was very drunk. Still, parts of my brain were functioning just fine -- better than normal. While you were down between my legs ... I suddenly felt the full force and power of your love.\" She sniffed away a tear. \"It overwhelmed me. I\'m not sure I deserve a love like yours.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You let me decide who\'s worthy of my love -- and, who isn\'t. Trust me on this one, Ellie.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fair enough.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sex is communication. It\'s what I\'ve been trying to communicate to you since our first time together.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your message came through loud and clear. Its why I ... didn\'t ask you to look away when I started coming.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know that was one of your hangups,\" I replied. \"I figured the alcohol lowered your inhibitions.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She shook her head. \"It heightened my awareness. I felt ... I knew I had nothing to fear from you. I could expose myself -- by body and my psyche in all my vulnerability -- to you and ... and you\'d protect me. That\'s why I never wanted anyone to watch me climax -- I felt so vulnerable. But not with you. Not now. Not anymore. I opened myself to you and you gave me the most powerful orgasms I ever had. They went straight to my core. I feel inadequate to reciprocate. I don\'t know what I can do for you in return.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie -- I assure you I enjoyed your orgasms as much as you did. I lost count of how many you had.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Five, I think.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Including the one with you on top?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Six then.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And the one with you sitting up?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Seven? Does it matter? Maybe it was just one long one... I think I\'m done here.\" She reached for the toilet tissue and cleaned herself off. \"I still feel pretty loopy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You need to sleep it off. Can you walk?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Carry me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I scooped her up, carried back to the bedroom, turned down the covers and we slid in together. She cuddled against me. I held her in my arms and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. I kissed her and pulled her tight against myself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She roused for an instant. I looked into her eyes and she smiled. \"I love you, Ellie,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know you do. I know.\" She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I switched off the light and closed mine.</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Disclaimer</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>Notice: The above story is fiction and is provided as entertainment only. The events described should not be regarded as an endorsement or recommendation, and the author is not responsible for damages or injury to anyone attempting to emulate the fictional behavior of the fictional characters in this story. Introducing alcohol or any foreign substance into the colon can be dangerous or lethal. Please, do not try this at home. --D.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,6,6,'en',0,'<p>I looked out the apartment window. \"It looks like the perfect storm,\" I remarked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The perfect blizzard,\" Eleanor replied. \"I think a foot\'s fallen already. They said on the news they\'ve taken the plows off the roads -- they can\'t keep up with it. We could be snowed in for a couple of days. It\'s okay with me. I\'m ready for a snow day.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I scooped some rice and beans from a pot. \"At least we\'re adequately stocked with rice and chickpeas.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I set a plate before her and sat across. She poked at hers and unenthusiastically picked up a forkful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No appetite?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She set down the fork. \"No. My stomach\'s been off today. There\'s a flu going around the lab.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I finished my dinner and carried the plates into the kitchen. \"What do you wanna do?\" I asked her. \"We\'re not going anywhere.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve got some papers to grade.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If we\'re going to be snowed in, they can wait.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'ll take my mind off my stomach.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you need an enema?\" I asked her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She shook her head. \"I don\'t think it\'ll help,\" she replied pressing her hand below her ribcage. \"It\'s up here -- not down there.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sat at the table with a stack of papers. I stood and looked out the window. \"It is still coming down,\" I said. I turned and looked at her. \"Ellie, are you all right? I don\'t think I\'ve ever seen you that color.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sprinted into the bathroom. I followed and found her kneeling before the toilet. She crossed her arms over the bowl and rested her forehead against them. I sat beside her and caressed her back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I really don\'t need any help,\" she said. \"Please don\'t watch.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stood and turned my back. In the same instant I heard her vomiting into the toilet; then she flushed it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I knelt by her again. \"Feel better?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No. Get me a glass of water... please?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I filled a tumbler and handed it to her. She chugged it down. \"Another.\" She drank that one.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s with the water?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If you\'re going to vomit, it\'s easier with something in your stomach to throw up,\" she replied. \"Dry heaves are the pits.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She leaned over the toilet and vomited again. I refilled the tumbler and handed it to her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s been years since I vomited,\" she said. \"I was a freshman last time. That was nine years ago.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think I was seventeen the last time,\" I replied. \"It\'s funny remembering something like that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She leaned over the toilet and heaved. I refilled the tumbler and offered it to her. She waved it away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think I\'m done, now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gave her my hand and helped her to her feet. \"Feel better?\" She nodded. \"You look better. Your color is better.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I walked with her to the sofa. She sat beside me and cuddled against me. \"I know a lot about vomiting,\" she said. \"I used to be bulimic.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uhuh.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I had no idea.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There\'s much you don\'t know about me,\" she replied. \"And, much I\'d rather you never learn.\" She showed me her right hand and pointed to some scars on her second knuckle. \"These are characteristic of a bulimic. They\'re caused by the front teeth. I was purging so much I got desensitized. I couldn\'t make myself vomit by just putting my hand down my throat. I remember swallowing an extension cord to gag myself.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Plug end or receptacle?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She giggled. \"No, silly. I folded it in half and got the loop half way down before I started puking. Finally I ended up using syrup of ipecac to make myself throw up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re not doing that now, are you? I mean -- I\'d know it if you were... Wouldn\'t I?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t worry,\" she replied. \"I had an epiphany during the second semester of my freshman year. Something happened to scare me straight. I\'ll tell you about it sometime ... maybe. It\'s behind me. It gave me a strong stomach, though. I haven\'t vomited since -- \'til tonight. I\'ll tell you, though... There have been moments when a good binge followed by a good purge would feel pretty good. Thinking about it makes a part of me want to do it -- pizza, ice cream, cookies ... nacho chips, all washed down with chocolate milk -- stuff myself until my stomach is bloated like a football. Then, throw it all up again.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That would feel good to you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"To the bulimic part of me it would.\" She looked at my expression. \"Don\'t worry. There\'s a saner part of me that won\'t let it happen. I am cured of it, believe me. Though -- once bulimic, always bulimic. It must be like alcoholism that way.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Then, throwing up tonight must\'ve felt pretty good to you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I suppose in a small way it did. I hope these revelations don\'t change your opinion of me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m afraid they do,\" I replied. She looked into my eyes. \"That you could overcome something like that makes me admire you even more.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She smiled and snuggled against me. \"Maybe it\'s why I enjoy the enemas so much,\" she added. \"It\'s sort of the same sensation -- of filling and purging. It satisfies that need in me. Besides -- enemas are a lot better for you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Or, a lot less worse,\" I replied, \"depending on who you believe.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I like to think they\'re good for me. I know I\'ve been feeling better since we\'ve been doing them.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Except for tonight.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, but this doesn\'t count.\" I held her against me and stroked her shoulder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She yawned. \"Maybe we should go to bed,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm...\" She held my hand as we headed into the bedroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor had expropriated some of my tee shirts to use as nightgowns. As she slipped into one I dumped out a wastebasket and set it on the floor on her side of the bed. \"Just in case,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You do take good care of me,\" she replied. \"I\'d kiss you... Except you probably wouldn\'t appreciate being kissed by someone who\'s been throwing up. I wouldn\'t want you to catch whatever it is I have.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She slid into bed beside me. I kissed the top of her head, put my arm around her and switched off the light.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There I lay, listening to the wind howl. Eleanor\'s legs twitched against mine as she drifted toward sleep. I closed my eyes, relaxed and began to doze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor climbing back into bed roused me. \"Something wrong?\" I asked. \"Throw up again?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No,\" she replied. \"I\'m running from the other end, now.\" She cuddled to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie, you feel warm. Do you have a fever?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have a bit of a chill...\" I held her tight to warm her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Morning came. Eleanor lay with her back to me. I rose, looked out the window and swore there were four feet of snow on the ground. And, it was still coming down.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I bent over Eleanor. \"Ellie,\" I said. \"How are you feeling?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She moaned. \"It hurts.\" She clutched her abdomen. \"You got up -- now I\'m cold... Oh, God I have a chill...\" She pulled herself into a ball under the covers and shivered. I could hear her teeth chattering.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I touched her. She was on fire. I fetched the fever thermometer from the bathroom, shook it down and slipped it under her tongue. \"A hundred two,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m scared. What if it\'s my appendix?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Appendix...\" I sat at my laptop and Googled up pages on appendicitis. I printed a sheet of symptoms. \"You have most of these,\" I said. \"Fever, nausea, generalized abdominal pain...\" I pressed her right side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ow!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Tenderness.\" I lifted my hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ouch!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Rebound pain. We had better get you to the hospital.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How? There\'s four feet of snow out there.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And, five below windchill...\" I picked up the phone, dialed 911 and explained the situation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m sorry,\" the dispatcher replied. \"We can\'t get through until the roads are cleared.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can\'t you send a chopper?\" I asked. \"Snowmobile? Dog sled?\" I hung up the phone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They can\'t get through. You\'ll just have to tough it out.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I paced the apartment and decided to give my sister a call. She had married a surgeon. I wanted to know how bad the situation looked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She picked up the phone. \"Hi, Janis,\" I said, \"it\'s me. Is James around?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"He\'s at his office.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you think he\'d be willing to give me a consultation? Over the phone?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About what?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We think Ellie has appendicitis. We can\'t get her to the hospital because of the storm.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll give you his direct line.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pressed the switch hook and dialed the number. James answered. \"Hi -- it\'s your brother-in- law,\" I said. \"I need your help.\" I filled him in on the circumstances. \"Well,\" I asked, \"does it sound like appendicitis?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Among other things,\" he replied. \"Probably the most likely. We\'d do other tests.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What tests?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"X-ray, blood and urine analysis... Pelvic exam, CT scan ... barium enema. I don\'t like to do diagnoses over the phone.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s your gut say, James?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Appendicitis. But it could be something else. Appendix can be tricky, especially in a woman. There are other pelvic conditions with similar presentations ... ovarian adhesion, for example.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Assuming it\'s her appendix, what\'s the prognosis if untreated?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hard to say. There have been cases that resolve themselves -- the body throws off the infection and it heals. Those are rare, though. Worst-case scenario is perforation, peritonitis and septic shock.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Then what happens?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In that case, it\'s usually fatal. You should get her to the E.R.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"James, we\'re having the blizzard of the century here. There\'s better than three feet on the ground already. We\'re not equipped to deal with it here. We may be snowbound for three or four days.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Three or four days?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They\'re saying on the news that folks are gonna die because of this storm. I don\'t want Ellie to be one of them. What if I took it out?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve been on some websites with photos of an appendectomy. It doesn\'t look too hard to do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re nuts.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You could talk me through it. I\'d set up the webcam so you could see. You\'ll be directing me. You do the surgery. I\'ll just be your hands. You know I\'m good with my hands.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They\'d have my license.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll take full responsibility. No one needs know of your involvement. What are her chances if it ruptures now and she isn\'t seen for three or four days?\" Silence. \"James, what are her chances?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t know -- maybe fifty-fifty. It depends. It might not rupture.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And, if I can take it out?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t ask me that. You could kill her doing this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What are her chances?\" I pressed him. \"Better than fifty-fifty?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"...probably...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Eighty-twenty?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"...maybe, maybe better ... assuming she survives the surgery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll take \'em, then. I gotta do something for her, James. I couldn\'t live with myself otherwise.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Could you live with yourself if she dies at your hands while you\'re doing this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I closed my eyes and thought. \"Yes,\" I said. \"I\'d know I did everything I could for her.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Suppose you open her up and discover it isn\'t her appendix and she dies anyway. Can you live with that outcome, knowing if you had done nothing she would\'ve lived?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, because that outcome is unlikely. It\'s a chance I\'m willing to take. She doesn\'t have risk factors for the other conditions. She\'s current with her gyno exams, she has good pelvic health and she isn\'t promiscuous. The symptoms are textbook appendix.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m forced to admit I agree with you,\" James replied. \"I had to play Devil\'s advocate. How long has she presented symptoms?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"She started vomiting last night. This morning she woke up in pain and with a fever of a hundred two.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So, what\'s it been? About twelve hours since she first vomited?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"More like sixteen.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmmmph. Now would be the time to take it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"James -- I respect the training you have, but it\'s so you can handle any situation. This is a specific situation and it doesn\'t look too difficult. Are you going to help me or not?\" More silence. \"I\'m not trying to practice medicine. I\'m trying to help the woman I love.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Then you shouldn\'t be the one doing it. Aren\'t there medical residents living in your complex? Maybe you could talk one of them into doing it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"None I know of. They\'re all on the other side of town. James, will you help me?\" More silence yet. \"James, will you help me or not?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can\'t. I can\'t agree to this. The first rule for a physician is, do no harm.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is a case where doing nothing causes more harm than doing something. What would you do if it were Janis who was sick and it was you couldn\'t get her to the hospital? What, James?\" There was a long pause. \"What would you do?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He sighed. \"I\'d take it out... You\'ll need to anesthetize her. I imagine you\'ve thought that far ahead already -- or else we wouldn\'t be having this discussion. Do you have some ether, or God forbid, chloroform?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have a can of diethyl ether.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What are you doing with that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m a chemist, James. I have access to chemicals. You\'re a doctor. Don\'t you have access to things like scalpels and syringes?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, but I don\'t bring them home with me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I thought having some ether might come in handy. Looks like I was right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll shelve the discussion on what you planned on doing with diethyl ether. Open drop ether is pretty safe as anesthetics go. It\'s a pain in the ass, but it\'s pretty safe. In fact, I\'ve done appendectomies under open drop.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"When have you done that?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I belong to Doctors Without Borders. I spent six months on a mission to Nepal, helping in village clinics. The only anesthesia available was open-drop ether.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So, it is possible to do this under even ruder conditions.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Anything\'s possible.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What else would I need?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'ll need a scalpel ... hemostats -- a few of them ... retractors ... gauze ... sutures ... scissors ... disinfectant... And, you\'ll need some help. You\'ll need four hands and someone to mind the ether. I have a surgery scheduled. I\'ll email you some websites dealing with appendectomy -- and, some on open drop ether. I\'ll also send you a PDF of a risk assessment we use at the hospital. If she answers yes to any of the questions, the deal\'s off. Understood?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fair enough. I\'ll see what I can scrounge up here. I\'ll call you later.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Call me at home. I\'m headed there after my surgery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor was lying in a fetal position, moaning. I checked her temperature. She was up to a hundred three. \"I\'ll get you some Tylenol,\" I said, \"it might help you feel better and it should get your fever down.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She swallowed the tablets and I sat on the bed. \"Ellie -- you never met my brother-in-law.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I haven\'t met any of your family.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know. We\'ll have to fix that. I\'ve told them about you. My sister married a surgeon. I\'ve been on the phone with him discussing your condition.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What does he think?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"James thinks ... it\'s likely your appendix. We should get you to the hospital...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But the storm...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Exactly. He\'s afraid that ... it\'ll burst and cause peritonitis. If that happens, and if this storm doesn\'t let up and it really is three or four days before we can get you there...\" I found a lump forming in my throat. \"He thinks your chances are fifty-fifty.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fifty-fifty?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fifty-fifty tops. James is willing to talk me through taking out your appendix. It isn\'t optimum -- it\'s far from optimum -- but it may be the only way to increase your odds.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"He\'ll be supervising the surgery. I\'ll set up the webcam so he can see... He\'ll be using my hands. You know I\'m good with my hands. Don\'t you trust me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I trust your intentions.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I closed my eyes and felt a tear run down my face. \"I can\'t bear the thought of losing you, Ellie. Not if there\'s anything I can do to help. I spent my whole life looking for you. Now that I have you, I\'m not letting go. Not without a fight. Ellie -- James has agreed to this. He wouldn\'t if he didn\'t think it was the best way.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How will you ... put me under?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have some ether.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ether? Would I have to breathe it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s how it usually works. Think about it. I\'m not even sure it\'s possible. You think about it while I start taking inventory of our assets. Then, I\'m going to study the procedure. James sent me some private URLs to medical school websites with photos.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"When would you do it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Later this afternoon.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay, I\'ll think about it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I set about collecting items. I found a fresh snap-blade box cutter. It was as sharp as a scalpel, I figured. I also located a hemostat I used as a clamp for soldering... needle-nosed pliers... needle and thread... cuticle scissors... molded dust masks... the can of ether... rubbing alcohol.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lighting was better in the living room. I had a folding cot that I used from time-to-time as a guest bed. This I set up in the living room, covered it with plastic trash bags and then with towels.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I called James. \"Is it still snowing?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, but the problem\'s the wind. It\'s white-out with sub-zero windchill. The plows are still off the street.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How\'s the patient?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About the same. She\'s in a lot of discomfort.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Is the pain still localized?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes... I think it is.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"When it ruptures the patient feels better... for a while; then, the infection sets in. If the pain is still localized, it probably hasn\'t ruptured.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let\'s hope that\'s the case.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Has she agreed to this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"She will.\" I manipulated the keyboard to my laptop. \"See if you can access my webcam. I\'m emailing you the URL.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Here\'s what I collected.\" I pointed the webcam onto the implements.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are those bent spoons?\" James asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held one up. \"Retractors.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Boil everything for at least fifteen minutes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dropped the instruments into a saucepan and put it on the stove. Then I went to the apartment next door and rapped on the door.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel and Trish lived there. They were lecturers at the Humanities college. I suspected they were lesbians -- not that it mattered. They were nice girls and they had become good friends with Eleanor since she had moved in with me. I explained that I needed their help.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel brought a bottle of iodine, a stack of sterile gauze squares and some Purel. Together we helped Eleanor from the bedroom. She sat on the cot and I covered her legs with a blanket.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let me do this, Ellie,\" I said. \"I\'ll go crazy if I don\'t do something to help you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It hurts so much,\" she said. \"I don\'t want to die. I\'m afraid.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Will you let me do this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A tear ran down her cheek. She nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lie on your back.\" She lay on the cot and I covered her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m putting you on the speaker, James,\" I said into the handset and pressed a button. \"We\'re going to go scrub.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My helpers and I took turns scrubbing our hands and then used the Purel.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right -- here we go.,\" James said. \"Let\'s see if we can get her induced. What do you have for a mask?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held a molded dust mask to the webcam. \"This.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It should work. You can all wear them as surgical masks. Go slow. Ether induction can take a long time. It\'s not like in the movies -- you don\'t get a whiff of the stuff and pass out. It\'s more like getting very drunk.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Rachel,\" I said, \"You do the honors. I\'ll sit and hold her hand.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What do I do?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Pour a little onto the mask,\" James explained.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you have a washcloth or something to put over her eyes? The ether vapors can be irritating.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll get one,\" I said. I returned from the bathroom, folded the cloth and lay it across her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Best to introduce it slowly. Pour a little onto the mask,\" James explained. \"Make a spot about the size of a quarter.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held Eleanor\'s hand. \"Okay, Ellie. Relax and breath slowly and deeply.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She drew in a deep breath, then coughed and gasped. She pushed the mask away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Relax and try it again.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor drew in another breath. She reached and pulled the mask from Rachel\'s hands. \"I can\'t do it. It feels like I\'m suffocating.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is a common reaction with open drop,\" James said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You have to, Ellie,\" I said. \"Try again.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel refreshed the ether on the mask and held it over Eleanor\'s face. She sat up and pushed the mask away. \"I can\'t,\" she sobbed. \"I\'m so afraid.\" She began weeping.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I picked up the mask and put it to my own face. \"Whoa! Man!\" I gasped and coughed from the intensity of the fumes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s natural,\" James said, \"to do anything in her power to escape the fumes. Let her calm down. Then we can try again. It\'s too bad we don\'t have something to pre-sedate her. I remember seeing patients react her way in Nepal -- and we pre-medicated them. Once it took four orderlies to hold a young man onto the table while a fifth held the mask. I\'ll never forget the look of terror in his eyes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat beside her and held her. \"I\'m so sorry,\" she blubbered. \"I\'ve always had a fear of anesthesia - - of breathing it. I didn\'t think it would be so bad. I didn\'t expect to react that way. I just can\'t do it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right,\" I said. \"I tried on the mask. If I were lying there and someone held that to my face and I knew there wasn\'t any way out -- I\'d freak out, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If you could just give me a shot or something. I\'m not afraid of needles. I just don\'t want to breathe it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stood and took the phone off speaker for a private conference with James. \"I don\'t want her to struggle,\" I said. \"How about administering it rectally?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Rectal induction? With ether?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah... It used to be routine with obstetric patients -- to take the edge off a delivery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never heard of it. I\'ve heard of it with methohexitol but not with ether. Where did you hear of it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My grandmother was an R.N. When I was a kid I would read her nursing manuals.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>James laughed. \"Your grandmother? It does sound like something out of the dark ages.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They\'d mix some ether with oil and inject it into the mom\'s rectum. Maybe it\'d be easier on Ellie.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmmm... Let me look in the literature...\" I heard his keyboard clicking. \"Yes -- I see oblique references to the practice but no dosing guidelines. You wouldn\'t happen to have your grandma\'s nursing manuals would you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'d give real money to have those books right now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You don\'t recall the dose, do you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I thought hard. \"It was pretty small -- about an ounce of ether in three ounces of olive oil.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Olive oil?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s what I recall.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heard more tapping on his keyboard. \"Yes, that\'s what the literature says, too -- one to three ratio of ether and olive oil. I wouldn\'t attempt deep anesthesia this way, but perhaps we can sedate her enough so she won\'t resist the mask... How much does she weigh?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A hundred eight.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you have a way to administer it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think she has a couple Fleet squeeze-bottle enemas,\" I said. \"I could dump out one of those.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t want to try to get her too deep -- I don\'t know enough about dosing for the rectal route. The nice thing about inhalation is we can withdraw it at a moment\'s notice if she goes too deep. Let\'s shoot for light sedation and hope it\'s enough so she\'ll tolerate the mask. Give her half that much.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Half an ounce ... something like fifteen millilitres of ether in fifty of oil?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, that sounds good. We can always give her more if it\'s not enough. But, if we give her too much, we\'ve put it where it\'s hard to retrieve.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I located one of the Fleet enemas and dumped it out. Then I measured fifty mils of olive oil, added fifteen from the can of ether, screwed on the cap and shook it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I carried it to the cot. Eleanor was sitting, trembling. \"I can\'t,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you want to call it off and take your chances?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t know. I hurt -- I feel awful. I\'m scared. I don\'t want to die. I\'m afraid of the ether. I don\'t know what to do.\" I showed her the squeeze-bottle. She held it. \"What\'s this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s an ether enema -- some ether in olive oil. It\'s a way to get you started without using the mask.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I won\'t have to breathe it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not until you\'re asleep. This will help you go to sleep and then we\'ll have you breathe some to make your sleep deeper -- deep enough so you won\'t feel a thing.\" I put my arm around her and she leaned against me. \"Can we try it like this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She turned her face toward me and I gazed into her hazel Amerasian eyes. \"Okay.\" I started to get up. \"Wait... I have to tell you something. I love you. The past year and a half have been the happiest of my life. I wanted to tell you that ... in case...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t talk like that, Ellie. You\'ll be fine.\" I kissed her lips. \"I love you, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She handed me the bottle. \"Now what?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sims. If you can manage it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lay on the cot on her left side an attempted to draw up her right leg. \"It hurts.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s good enough.\" I pulled the cover from the rectal tip, spread her buttocks and worked the tip into her anus. Then I slid the nozzle deep into her rectum, up to the hilt. \"Roll over a little more. Ready?\" She nodded. I squeezed the bottle and pulled it, empty from her. \"Lie like that for a while.\" I pulled down the tee shirt and covered her with the blanket. \"You okay?\" I caressed her back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uhuh...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Did it hurt at all?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No... It feels warm maybe... \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just lie there and hold it. Can you do that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uhuh...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you need me to help you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No ... it\'s not cramping... I can taste it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Already?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uhuh... I\'m still scared.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'re all scared, Ellie. You have the easy job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I feel so odd...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let\'s roll you onto your back.\" I helped her roll over. She grabbed the sides of the cot. \"What\'s the matter?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Felt like I was gonna fall off. Room\'s moving.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re fine. How do you feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Floating...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Close your eyes and try to sleep.\" I held her hand and caressed her forearm. She lay staring at the ceiling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"She\'s fighting it,\" Rachel said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Close your eyes. Try to sleep.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t want to. I\'m afraid I\'ll never wake up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lay on her back staring at the ceiling. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing. Her eyelids began to droop.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She closed her eyes. \"That\'s a good girl. Now, sleep.\" I looked toward the webcam. \"Well?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good bedside manners,\" James replied. \"Let her absorb some more. I\'m going to remember this one for the next time I\'m in Nepal.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked at my watch. It had been about twenty minutes since she received the enema. \"I think she\'s asleep...\" I stroked her arm. \"Ellie, are you asleep?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stirred. \"Mmm?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sorry -- I shouldn\'t have disturbed you. Go back to sleep.\" She closed her eyes again. \"Shall we give her more?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Try inhalation,\" James replied. \"Go slow.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put the cloth over Eleanor\'s eyes. Rachel poured some ether onto the mask and held it over her nose and mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmmph,\" she grunted and turned her head. Rachel moved the mask to keep it over her face. I watched her ribcage move.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Okay,\" James said, \"put more on the mask. Get it saturated.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel dribbled fluid from the can onto the mask. \"Whew,\" she said and fanned fumes from her face. Eleanor moaned and started squirming.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hold her arms and legs,\" James instructed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I grabbed her arms above her elbows. \"Trish -- get her legs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eleanor arched her back and thrashed her head from side to side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie ... Ellie, stop it. Please cooperate. We\'re trying to help you!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"She\'s not aware,\" James replied through the speaker. \"She\'s already unconscious. This is all reflex. Keep giving her ether and let\'s hope she passes through this stage quickly.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel dripped more ether from the can onto the mask. Eleanor\'s body relaxed and her head fell to one side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That was easy,\" James said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Easy?\" I replied. \"You call that easy?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You should see some of the ones I\'ve seen.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I had no idea ether was so ... brutal.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is surgery, 1920s-style,\" James replied. \"It\'s why the preferred setting is in a modern hospital with modern agents and equipment. She\'s lucky. She\'s tolerating it well. She\'s almost there.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll go scrub again,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I returned from washing. \"Is she under?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How long has it been?\" James replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About ten minutes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Keep the mask saturated for ten minutes more. She\'ll be there when her breathing is deep and regular.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I watched her breathing. \"I think she\'s there,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uncover her eyes and lift an eyelid -- gently.\" Rachel removed the cloth and stroked her eye open. \"Did it close by itself?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, it didn\'t,\" I replied. I looked down into her glassy, unseeing eye. \"Oh, my God,\" I said. \"Oh, Ellie -- what have we done to you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"She\'s in a state of surgical anesthesia.\" Rachel stroked her eye closed and replaced the cloth. \"What did it take?\" James asked. \"Forty-five minutes?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About,\" I replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In this country -- where time is money -- that\'s unacceptably long. In the third world, it\'s another story. I think ether is underappreciated here in the west... Check her muscle tone.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I picked up her hand and dropped it. Her arm was limp. \"Good enough?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good enough. Rachel -- maintain her there... After each minute give her thirty seconds of fresh air.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Understood,\" Rachel replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Check her pulse and watch her breathing. If it goes shallow or her color changes, give her air. If it looks like she\'s coming out of it, give her more ether. Get ready to do mouth-to-mouth if she goes into arrest.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Got it.\" Rachel felt Eleanor\'s temple for a pulse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t think it\'s likely, but be ready... Okay, now to the business at hand. we need a sterile field.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lifted her shirt and folded down the blanket so it just covered her mons. Then, I scrubbed her abdomen with rubbing alcohol and iodine and picked up the knife. \"Where do I cut?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you know how to find the McBurney\'s point?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"One third of a line from her pelvis to her navel.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You did your homework.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pressed my thumb and forefinger to her belly. \"Here?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Move your thumb a bit lower and to the left. Right there. Don\'t be tentative. Cut deep and sure. Otherwise you\'ll need to make another and then the wound isn\'t as clean.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My heart was pounding.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Also -- have your retractor ready.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Trish,\" I said. \"Get ready.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The spoons. You\'ll need to hold her open with them..\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I placed the blade against her skin, pressed down and made the incision. Her skin parted cleanly with a few red droplets beginning to ooze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmmmph,\" Eleanor moaned. Rachel held the mask over her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"She\'s not quite deep enough,\" James said. \"Up the ether a little. Don\'t worry -- she won\'t remember that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel poured more onto the mask and held it over her nose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Trish,\" I said, \"retract here... Trish...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Trish was looking woozy. She put her fingers to her mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Trish -- get hold of yourself. Rachel, come here. Trish -- mind Ellies\' breathing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The fumes are making me loopy,\" Rachel said trading places with Trish. She handed Trish the can of ether. Remember -- sixty on and thirty off.\" Rachel wiped her hands with some Purel. \"I have a strong stomach,\" she said as she slipped the bent spoons into the incision and pulled it open.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now, cut through the muscle,\" James said. \"Go layer-by-layer and retract.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I cut and Rachel pulled the tissues aside.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re down to the peritoneum,\" James said. \"Cut through it. Try to avoid any major blood vessels. Use gauze to control the bleeding.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I opened gauze squares and used them to pack the wound. I looked into the opening and saw Eleanor\'s cecum, with a dark red object hanging from it..</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I regarded it with a reverence bordering on awe. A chill went down my spine. As much fun as Eleanor and I had playing with her colon; now, it was a transcendental experience to behold it for real.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I see it,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s it look like? I can\'t see through the webcam.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll move the camera.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- don\'t touch it. It isn\'t sterile. Describe it to me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s big and red -- looks nasty.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Is it intact?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Seems to be.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"See if you can bring the end of her cecum out of the incision,\" James said. \"Be careful. Snip away any mesentery. Stay away from the appendix. It has its own mesentery.\" I eased the end of her bowel out of the opening. \"Rachel -- see if you can hold it up so it doesn\'t slide back in.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Rachel adjusted her fingers to prop up Eleanor\'s cecum. I draped the appendix across the back of her hand. It was as big around as my finger and a deep purplish red. \"Ewww...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked into her blue eyes. \"Are you all right?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah... Are you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m just finding my zone, now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Is the appendix adhered to her intestine?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No,\" I replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good. That makes it easier. There are some blood vessels serving the appendix,\" James continued. \"You\'ll need to clamp and suture them off.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I remember looking at the photographs,\" I replied. \"You use two clamps and cut between them. It keeps any contents from leaking out.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Precisely.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I examined her intestine and swollen appendix. \"I don\'t have any way to suture this,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just tie it off,\" James replied. \"Trim away some of the mesentery so you can isolate the appendix and its artery. Then, tie each of them off separately. Take care not to nick it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I trimmed the tissue with a cuticle scissors, then looped some thread around the base of her appendix and tied it. \"Like this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That looks good. Now, do the same with the artery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tied the artery. With the hemostat I clamped her appendix above the tie. \"How does this look?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Looks good,\" James replied. \"Be careful not to disturb the ligature.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With the knife I cut through between the knot and the clamp.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Excellent,\" James coached. \"Now support it with some gauze and cut the artery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held up the hemostat with her inflamed appendix dangling from it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good job,\" James said. \"Bring it to the camera. I want to look at it... Yes, that\'s a ripe one all right. Hang on to it. Pathology will want a look at it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I set it on a towel. \"Now what?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you have a syringe and some sterile saline? You should irrigate the stump in case there\'s anything stuck there.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I thought. \"I have a wash bottle,\" I replied. \"There\'s some water in the tea kettle. It ought to be pretty sterile -- it was boiled this morning.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Beggars can\'t be choosers,\" James replied. \"Just make sure none of the irrigant falls into the wound.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found the wash bottle, filled it and squeezed water through its spout. Then I cleaned the spot where her appendix had been attached, collecting the runoff on a gauze square. \"Okay,\" I said and dabbed the stump with some gauze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you smell bowel at all?\" James asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pulled the mask from my nose, leaned close to the incision and sniffed. \"No, I don\'t.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Looking good... Tuck it back in and close her up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t know how to suture her,\" I said. \"What if I just used a butterfly bandage to close the incision?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'ll need to keep her still -- until she can be seen in an O.R. And -- nothing but clear fluids \'til then.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tore strips of adhesive tape, twisted them in the middle and pulled closed the cut. Then, I put a gauze dressing on it and covered her with the blanket.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"As long as it took her to go under it\'ll take her to come out of it. Keep a close eye on her. In case she vomits, be ready to turn her over. Give her Tylenol for pain -- follow the dosing on the box. Get her to the E. R. at the first opportunity.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t know how to thank you, James.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll figure out a bill. Call me and let me know how she\'s doing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He hung up the phone. I pressed the release key, stood and put my hand to my eyes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Trish opened a window and set the ether-saturated mask on the ledge to air out. \"Let\'s see if we can disperse some of these fumes,\" she said, fanning them away from Eleanor\'s face. \"They\'ve given me an awful headache.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat beside her, held her hand and patted the back of it. \"Ellie,\" I said. \"Come on, Ellie -- wake up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lay still for about half an hour. Then she began to stir.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie... Ellie are you okay?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmmmph,\" she said. \"I feel terrible.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I showed her the appendix. \"Look,\" I said. \"This is what was making you sick.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She started to lift up on her elbows. \"Let me see it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- you lie flat. You have to stay put right here until we can get you to the E.R.\" I held the towel so she could examine her appendix.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You took that out of me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What are you gonna do with it?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll put it in a deli carton and keep it in the freezer. When we finally get you to the hospital, I want them to see how bad it was.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Trish and Rachel bent over her. \"It was really something to watch, Ellie,\" Rachel said. \"I\'m sorry you missed it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes,\" Trish added. \"You slept right through it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m sorry, too...\" Eleanor closed her eyes and turned her face. \"Turn the light off. It hurts my eyes...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s the girl,\" I said. \"Sleep it off.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>* * * *</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat with her all night. Morning\'s light woke me and I went to the window. It was still snowing, and the wind had picked up again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat and held Eleanor\'s hand. She stirred and looked into my eyes. \"How do you feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It hurts. I feel better, though.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I checked her temperature. \"Your fever is down.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m thirsty.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brought her some ice water and she sipped through a straw.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I had the strangest dream,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Under the ether?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uhuh. I dreamt I was a balloon being blown up. I got bigger and bigger and bigger. Then I popped.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Then what happened?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I woke up.\" She gave me a half-smile.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ellie -- seeing you go under ether was the hardest thing I\'ve ever done.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It wasn\'t so bad I guess...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What is the last thing you remember?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The enema made me so groggy. I didn\'t want to fall asleep, but I couldn\'t keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember is hearing you say, \'That\'s a good girl. Now sleep.\' Then I had my balloon dream and I woke up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You don\'t remember breathing the ether?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No.\" She started to lift up on her elbows. \"I want to get up. I\'m so tired of lying on my back.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You have to lie here. You see -- you\'re not really put back together inside. I didn\'t have any way to suture you. If you move, you\'re going to herniate yourself.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What about when I need to pee?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t have a bedpan or a female urinal. You\'ll have to pee on a towel. Then I\'ll put a new one down.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By that evening the snow had stopped but the wind still howled. I could hear snow blowers in the distance, but the streets were still clogged. \"It looks,\" I said, \"like it\'ll be late tomorrow at the earliest before they\'ll have the roads open. They can\'t use a plow -- they\'ll need to use an auger or a front-loader. That\'ll take longer. Once the road\'s open I\'ll call for an ambulance to take you to the hospital.\" I walked over to her. \"How are you feeling?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I need to pee,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Other than that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I need to pee real bad.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I uncovered her, rolled her legs apart and stuffed a towel between them. \"Go ahead.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m embarrassed...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s not like I haven\'t seen that part of you before. And, it\'s not like you\'re the only one who\'s ever had to pee.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know, I know...\" She closed her eyes, reached down and spread her labia. A trickle formed between them. It turned into a fountain. I adjusted the towel to catch it all.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mmm... Feels good to have an empty bladder.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You were saving up.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How would you like to have to pee this way? I\'m done.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dropped the towels into a bucket and tucked fresh ones under her; then I covered her again with the blanket. \"Now that your bladder is empty, how do you feel?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It still hurts. Otherwise, much better. I am so hungry. My stomach\'s growling.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s a good sign. I think we have some apple juice. Are you recovered from the ether?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can still taste it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Rachel came by while you were asleep. She sat with you so I could get some rest. She\'s a good friend. Trish is, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know they are.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>* * * *</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked out the window and saw a National Guard truck with a rotary plow working its way down the street. \"They\'re plowing,\" I said. \"The snowbanks are seven feet high. I have never seen anything like this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I reached for the phone but it rang before I could pick it up. It was the emergency dispatcher. \"We have word the roads are clear to you,\" she said. \"Do you still need an ambulance?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, yes,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll send one.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The paramedics arrived and I helped lift her from the cot onto a stretcher. I retrieved the deli container from the freezer and handed it to her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rode with her to the E.R. and paced in a waiting room. A doctor in scrubs approached me. \"Are you the amateur surgeon?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t know whether to congratulate you or have you arrested.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How\'s she doing?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Remarkably well. You did a good job. There\'s no sign of infection. All we had to do was replace the ligature, suture her cecum and close her up properly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How do you suture a cecum?\" He looked at me with narrowed eyes. \"I\'m just curious. I don\'t plan on doing this again. Ever.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Picture a glove. You cut off a finger, tie the stub and push it inside, then sew across the opening.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Is it strong?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ve never seen one rupture,\" he replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How long will she be laid up?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Two or three days here. She can go back to her routine in a week or ten days. Her body will tell her how to pace herself. It\'ll be about a month before she\'s fully recovered.\" He nodded toward the recovery room. \"You can go see her. She\'s coming out of the anesthesia.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Did you see the appendix?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The doctor nodded. \"It was close to rupturing. You\'re fortunate it didn\'t pop while you were in there.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It was nearly three days before we could get her here,\" I replied. \"What if I hadn\'t taken it out?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I won\'t say for certain you saved her life, but you might have. She\'d have been a much sicker girl, that\'s for sure. As a doctor I can\'t say you did the right thing...\" He extended his hand and shook mine. \"...but I think it was the right thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stepped into the recovery room. Eleanor lay with an I.V. line running into a vein in the back of her left wrist. She was wearing a gown that came to her knees. I sat and held her right hand. \"Hi,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi,\" she replied, weakly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re not chilly? Would you like something over your legs?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m warm. It\'s warm in here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You did good,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No -- you did good. The nurse told me. The surgeon was amazed. They were all amazed.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I just spoke to him. He didn\'t sound amazed. Of course, a doctor can\'t go around condoning what we did.\" I put my hand on her knee.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll have another scar.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think appendectomy scars are sexy,\" I replied and caressed her shin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m sorry,\" she said, \"I don\'t think I\'ll be up to our Saturday night ritual this week.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'ll have to take it easy for a while. No enemas for you for a month, little girl.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A whole month?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No big ones, at least.\"</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,7,7,'en',0,'<p>A few years ago when sales were extremely good, one of my neighboring store keepers and I made a little business agreement. She had a store a few houses down the street that sold baby clothes, outfits, toys, stuffed animals and the like. She asked if I would care to put some of my cuter antique furniture in her shop on consignment. It would look nice in her interior and I’d get better coverage by having my stuff in two locations.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The neighbor’s name was Nancy and she was about 10 years younger than I am. She was certainly much better looking than me by far, with long blond hair parted in the middle, a shapely figure and an almost perpetual smile on her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn’t need much convincing to come to an agreement from which we both profited during the coming two years. I gave her a large discount on the pieces she took from me and she steered customers my way. Everybody happy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But the good times don’t last forever and Nancy had to give up her shop due to economic and personal circumstances. She ran through a series of boyfriends during that time. I don’t think that helped out much. She went to work for a while and then opened up a new store with a lady partner. They are in the interior decorating business now, doing upholstery and a trendy wall decorating line as well.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since her shop is now even closer to mine than her baby outfit store, we still see each other on the street regularly, exchange greetings and compare sales. She’s doing Ok, I’m doing OK and generally speaking business is good.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>What’s even better is her looks. Like I said, Nancy’s blond, has a good figure and usually seems to be of a cheerful disposition. But she’s also one of those girls that wives don’t like having around. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but there’s something arousing about her, this hint of availability, of being ‘easy’. Maybe she also has a reputation in the neighborhood, though I for one never indulge in gossip.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whatever it was, I know that my wife vaguely disapproved of Nancy while being grateful for the extra sales our agreement generated. Nancy and I were always proper and correct in our dealings and there was never any hanky panky or even any sly and ambiguous hints and double talk when we were together.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Not that it was due to any reservations on my part. If it had been up to me, I would have loved some form of closeness with Nancy, even kisses stolen in a back storeroom for want of anything more intimate. But that’s probably my own fault, wimp that I am. I usually do what I think is expected of me instead of what I want.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime an Internet Café opened up right across the street from my shop. Now I can slip in during the daytime and rent a computer with Net access while keeping an eye on my shop during slack hours. I discovered the naughty newsgroups, ASE in the forefront and familiarized myself with the ins and outs of Net etiquette.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Indeed, one would think that a café being a public place, that would impose some restrictions on what is accessed. After all, there are large 17 inch screens in the café and anyone coming inside can easily see what the customers are viewing. And folks being what they are, even in a public Internet café the main attraction is still and foremost sex. Sex in all its’ sometimes gaudy and tacky manifestations, sex in pictures, photos, words and drawings, sex in chat groups, sex in newsgroups.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But there is an etiquette about these things. It’s very very impolite to stare at fellow netsurfers’ computer screens, especially when they are viewing photos of naked ladies, and it’s even more impolite to comment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s lucky for me or I would never have built up such a nice collection of enema photos and stories. Just about every day I go in for a quick mail check and to browse through my favorite newsgroups.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My next door neighbors in the street, older by far than I, probably have uncharitable thoughts whenever they see me sitting behind a computer screen at the cybercafé. They must imagine me giving in to the more base aspects of my nature, and who knows ? Maybe they’re right.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>A few months ago my wife left for a climbing vacation in South America. I stayed behind to tend the shop as usual. It’s not really that much of a hardship as it sounds. Home alone, I can indulge in pastimes that my wife frowns upon. I have no one to account to, unless the customers in my shop are included, and they don’t concern themselves with anything much beyond antique furniture.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I was free to get up, go to sleep, cook, watch, read and fool around with whatever I wanted. Within bounds of course.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One evening, instead of looking up an old girlfriend or doing anything constructive, I was at the cybercafé assiduously browsing through the newsgroups and downloading whatever there was of interest. That’s a frustrating business at the best of times, since for reasons unknown to me, the owner of the site choose to install a rather odd selection of computers : on the one hand he has several expensive Silicon Graphics Workstations, great for adding special effects to cartoons and movies but useless for e-mailing, chatting and downloading net-files.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On the other hand he has rinky dink 586 hybrids with baby boards as the main machines. They only have a miserly 16 meg of RAM and consequently they grind and groan like old coffee mills, freeze up whenever you open up more than 2 windows and are generally a slow and agonizing pain in the butt to use. But since customers pay per time unit for Internet access it isn’t in his interest to provide fast up to date machines.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I’m more or less used to it, but at times it’s annoying, especially when all computers are taken and the Net traffic slows down access speed. Then it’s twiddle your thumbs time between mouse-click and results on screen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That evening there was an unexpected harvest of nice graphic enema jpgs on ASE : bare bottomed ladies and red rubber enema bags prominently displayed. Now when I download such files I do take care who’s hanging around my computer and who comes in the café. Once my wife surprised me by announcing an urgent phone call at home and every now and then an acquaintance enters the café and comes over to my seat for a chat. I try to keep an eye on things but on busy and crowded nights it’s not always possible. And with my wife off to another hemisphere I was not on my guard.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I was struggling to download a series of particularly large jpgs to diskette, I was startled by a vaguely familiar voice calling me from behind. I felt a hand on my shoulder : \"Hey Alex, how are things ? You OK ? I see you here whenever I pass by…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I jumped up a little, flustered and surprised and turned around to see whose hand it was. It was Nancy smiling at me. My first instinct was to quickly minimize the file I was viewing/downloading but I botched it and clicked somewhere inappropriate. The cheapskate computer was already working past it’s capacity and froze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nancy,\" I said with a thumping heart. \"Good to see you….\" Click, click I kept on trying to make the image disappear. It was a nice one of a big naked female butt with a tube trailing out to a distended red rubber enema bag. \"I’ve never…seen….\" Click, click, \"…you in here…before…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, it’s my first time here…..\" she glanced over my shoulder at the screen. \"I’ve gotta send an urgent e-mail. Never done it before. Can you give me hand ?\" She looked again at the lady’s naked behind. You could tell it was female because her genitals were also clearly visible. \"I mean if you’re not too busy with anything else….\" Nancy had trouble concealing a grin. \"….or I’ll just ask one of the help \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, no. For goodness sakes, I’m not doing anything important now….\" Well I was trying to preserve my dignity. Click, goddamn click. Still nothing but grinding noises from the computer. \"As a matter of fact I’m just about…\" click, click, nasty punches on the keyboard, enter key, space bar, escape key, F-keys. \"…finished anyway….I guess.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Exasperated I just switched off the confounded device. The computers don’t even have a reset button in the cybercafé. You have to switch them off and on. When you do that a red light starts blinking and then the timing mechanism hooked into the machine starts peeping.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stupid machine,\" I said for Nancy’s benefit and for the assistant who came to see what was wrong (again).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No big deal,\" I mumbled. \"It got hung up. I don’t know why, but I know how to boot up by myself…\" I am a big boy and know my way around PCs. Which is more than can be said for most of the customers at the café.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The assistant shrugged and went back to the counter. I grinned sheepishly at Nancy. \"Temperamental little buggers, aren’t they ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She gave me a questioning look, probably thinking I was referring to the behind in the picture.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"These computers I mean….they’re so slow…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Understanding dawned. \"Oh…yes, yes…I guess so….if you say so…I don’t know much about them…\" She nodded emphatically.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, now what do need to do ? I’m at your service…..\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure you’re not busy Alex ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Of course not, c’mon let me get you a drink and then we’ll get your letter or whatever on the way. Leave it me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thanks Alex. I’d appreciate it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Getting Nancy’s message out was small potatoes and was taken care of in nothing flat. We left the computer to another customer and went to finish our drinks in the non-computerized area of the café. I made sure I had all my diskettes safely tucked away in my pocket. Nancy saw me put them away and smiled at me. \"Are those for storing information ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh huh,\" I simply said. \"That’s right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you copy the things on the screen onto those plastic things ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, yes, that’s the idea…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wow, that’s neat. I still don’t have a computer at home yet….they sorta scare me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They don’t bite you know,\" I joked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We talked a bit and finished our drinks. I had the impression she wasn’t in a hurry to head for home so I suggested we go somewhere else.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, that’d be nice. Want to get your wife to join us ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I laughed. \"That’d be difficult. She’s off climbing mountains. Won’t be back till next week…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh really ? Which ones, where ?\" Nancy asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Somewhere in the Andes, can’t remember their names…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wow, that must be fun. And you don’t mind being home alone ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nah, it’s no big deal. I’m a big boy now. I can cook and wash myself and everything…\" I put on my best hangdog Lou Costello face and twiddled my fingers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder, leaning closer. \"Well, you don’t find too many guys like that around….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>No ? Well fancy that.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>We walked around a bit before choosing a nice quiet old neighborhood café. Over drinks we talked about this and that, business mostly at first and then other things. We worked around to affairs of the heart. I asked about her current boyfriend (if any).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend anymore….right now. You know that me and Caroline do the store together.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn’t see what that had to do with it and said \"Oh ?\" with a questioning look. Business partners didn’t preclude boyfriends in my experience.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She grinned bashfully. \"You know….we share the apartment too…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh ?\" I was very articulate at the moment. And dense.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Geez, you know what I mean…we sorta live together. You know ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ah ….I see.\" I was regaining my conversational skills. But did she say what I think she said ? I suppose she must have noticed my puzzled look.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"C’mon, everybody around here knows. We live together. You know ? Share things ? Business, apartment, kitchen, bedroom….?\" She bobbed her head sideways and arched her eyebrows.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh…I see, I see….sorry I didn’t understand at first….don’t know what’s wrong with me….never mind it’s none of my business….\" My penny finally dropped. Nancy had a girlfriend. That was certainly a change from her earlier habits. Well good for her I thought. If I were a girl I’d have a girlfriend too. They’re so nice and soft.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Silly, I don’t care. It’s no big deal anymore.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She was right about that of course, it wasn’t. Not anymore. In fact I was positively enchanted by the idea that one of my friends had a lesbian lover and was willing to talk about it, however circumspectly. I suppose like most self-centered males, I thought the idea of lesbian love arousing and titillating but at the same time nothing serious for those involved. It was like two girls amusing themselves until a man came around to give them a taste of the real stuff.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don’t think I consciously harbored that chauvinist attitude, but maybe my knowing smile was a trifle condescending. ‘Isn’t that cute ?’ it implied. ‘Two pretty naked girls fooling around with each other.’</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She grinned at me. \"Didn’t shock you I hope ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well a little flustered and caught off guard maybe. \"Good grief no. I was just a little slow on the uptake there, it takes a lot to shock me.\" I smiled right back, experienced man of the world that I am.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah I bet.\" She was looking at the pocket where I had put my diskettes. A smile played on her face and I could see her thinking something over in her mind. \"I wonder what it would take to shock you. You were fooling around with some very peculiar stuff there on the computer.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I figured she would bring this up sooner or later. I didn’t know whether to be dismayed or delighted. \"Oh, you noticed, huh ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You couldn’t not notice, Alex. Not with a behind like that. What was going on in that picture anyway ? Did that lady have a tube up her ass ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At least she didn’t sound disgusted or repelled by what she had seen. Actually she even chuckled. I took this and the jocular language to be a good sign.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, that was just a picture…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well obviously, her expression said. Nancy waited for me to continue.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sorta something you don’t see very often…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I’ll say. What was she doing ? Some kind of kinky sex thing or something medical ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She just about hit the nail on the head. \"Nothing really kinky,\" I explained. \"It’s just something a bit different.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I saw something on the screen. It said ‘alt, sex, enemy or enough ? What’s that mean ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy had a sharp eye. I translated. \"It’s the name of a newsgroup called alt.sex.enemas.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She frowned as if I were trying to evade the question. Maybe I was. But I did explain the concept of a newsgroup to her to the best of my ability.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And what’s an ‘enema’ ?\" One of the good things about ASE was that most Belgians looking at the title had no idea at all what an ‘enema’ was, the Dutch word being so completely different. In Dutch the correct term is ‘lavement’, ‘klister’ or ‘darmspoeling’ depending upon your taste and what part of Belgium or Holland you’re from. The ‘sex’ part in the title was no big mystery of course, and neither were naked ladies. As for the ‘alt.’ part, well I still haven’t figured that out myself yet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I translated enema into Dutch for her. \"People do that for fun ?\" Nancy seemed more surprised than shocked. \"I’ve never heard of that before.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well….\" I wanted to imply that between heaven and Earth there’s more than meets the eye. \"It’s a very old thing actually. In fact if I’m not mistaken it’s one of the oldest recorded medical practices known to man….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"…or women…?\" Nancy interspersed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"…of course, pardon me. …known to man or woman. It used to be very ‘in’ to get clysters in France before the Revolution. They were given for every conceivable reason and then some more. Nowadays it’s still a normal thing in Germany.\" I was into my academic mode.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Really ? I’ve never heard of it at all.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I guess it’s one of those things people do but never talk about.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmmm, if you say so……\" She was squinting her eyes and a smile was playing on her upturned mouth. \"I guess you ‘do’ it too…..?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well……. every now and then…\" That should have been added to the list of Great 20th Century Understatements. I think I was starting to blush and looked down at the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She made a make believe fist and punched me on the shoulder. \"I never knew you had it in you Alex. You always look and act so proper. Still waters….\" Nancy chuckled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, that is one of my problems, I thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your wife likes it too ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No…. not exactly….\" Another understatement for the list. \"It’s not her cup of tea…not really.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, well….I was just curious you know….I’m not being too snoopy, am I ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Actually you are, but it’s OK…\" I joked. \"For a pretty girl like you I’ll lay bare the secrets of my soul.\" And much more besides.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noticed Nancy looking at me in a different way. She had a knowing smile on her lips, as if she had got my number, and liked it. I had the impression she was secretly amused at what she had seen at the cybercafé and found out about me and my little predilection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I bet you would….\" She finished her drink and put it down, running her finger along the rim of the glass, rubbing the moisture between her fingers. She then stuck a finger into her mouth, licking it off. \"You know…..\" she cocked her head pensively, \"I was wondering….could I have another look at that photo you were fiddling with on the computer ? I only got a glimpse…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you sure ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Silly, of course I am. You wouldn’t mind would ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprise, surprise, I took a deep breath, not knowing how to proceed. \"Of course not, but you need a computer to view it. Those machines in the cybercafé are awfully slow and expensive…\" And it’s crowded as well I thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don’t you have one ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One ? I had three at my disposal for the moment. \"Oh sure.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good. We don’t want everyone looking over our shoulder at those naughty little pictures, do we?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Heaven forbid. Who knows what it might put them up to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On the way home I was trying to gauge Nancy’s intentions. Was she hinting, flirting or implying something ? Maybe she was just curious or wanted to have a good laugh at my expense ? The last thought had crossed my mind, paranoid jerk that I am. What if she went home to her lezzy lover afterwards and they laughed it up at my expense, recounting the disgusting ways that some men like to get it off ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was running an improbable scenario of humiliating circumstances through my head when Nancy took my hand as we crossed a busy street. On the other side she didn’t let go. She squeezed and fiddled her fingers through mine, an innocent but delicious little pastime as we strolled the dark streets.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was a little nervous as we entered my house. I wondered how things were going to proceed. Also I hoped that my neighbors weren’t peering through their widows to see me come home this late with a female in tow. There was one exception though : I wouldn’t have minded one bit if the stuck-up, but good-looking teenaged girl who lived right across from our bedroom got a good eyeful. It would show her what she was missing. Discretely I glanced up at her window. It was dark and the curtains were drawn.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Safely inside the house we went upstairs where I fixed us drinks. We went up higher to the computer room. \"Well here we are,\" I joked, \"Mission Control Antwerp.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was exaggerating of course. Two computers and accessories do not a Space Center make. But still I was proud of my room and toys. Nancy made some appreciative sounds as I booted up my trusty machine. I pulled up an extra chair for her and swiveled the monitor so she could view it comfortably.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK…..here we are…..\" I announced when everything was up and running smoothly. \"What would you like to see ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The pictures from the café ? Or do you have anything better ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hmmmm, that was a question I had been thinking about as well. What to show ? At that time I already had a collection of a few thousand jpgs and drawings, some in worse taste than the next, some exquisite little works of art. It was all in the eye of the beholder of course and I wanted to make a good first impression on Nancy. I figured that it would be best to start with some tasteful and relatively innocent drawings or watercolors.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>French artists had produced a large amount of quite charming erotic art during the 20s and 30s, mainly as illustrations for naughty novels that were published in Paris. Since all conceivable tastes were catered to in those tales, there were a number of enema and clystering scenes that I had in my collection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I’ll show you some old drawings first. They’re really very cute,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, you’re the expert….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked up several illustrations I had scanned by an artist named Herric and imported them into a viewer. They popped up on screen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>They were of the ‘charmes discrčtes de la bourgeoisie’ type. Well dressed (or undressed) ladies were fooling around with a clyster syringe, ready to insert the nozzle into another young thing’s behind. In one the subject for clystering was on knees and elbows, in another drawing she was on her back, legs wide spread and open. Neither were especially revealing in regards to nudity. Both were in very good taste, at least in my opinion. I could imagine my grandparents having a good chuckle over them in their younger days.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I busied myself with the mouse as Nancy looked at the drawings. I arranged them side by side for comparison. \"Hmmmmm…..these look so tame ? Innocent maybe ?\" she was leaning forward for a better view. \"But …still special. The ladies are nice.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn’t contest any of it. I found a few more old 1920s color drawings, a bit more explicit this time. The subjects weren’t being clystered so willingly. They were held down by older women (mothers, aunts, nannies ? Take your pick) and putting up a fuss. You could discern an element of punishment in these drawings or at least of unwillingness.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then I got a series of very old woodcuts, 18th century illustrations. While meant to be erotic, their age and style gave them an illusory quality, something almost comic. Nancy had to laugh they were so naive looking.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After that I pulled up some early 1900s etchings, mostly of enema equipment, all strictly medical. \"These are from textbooks.\" I explained, \"nursing manuals, home health care books, the like.\" Some of these illustrations showed the proper position for nurses to administer enemas to bed ridden patients. They were very trim and proper in a way but also quite anatomically correct as well. I had always found these to be quite appealing, maybe because I first read about the practice of enemas in an old medical book I found in my grandfather’s library.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy snorted, something between a giggle and a guffaw. \"Must have been fun studying to be a nurse in those days.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, nowadays as well, I think…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do they still do this stuff in hospitals ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don’t see why not,\" I authoritatively said. But I knew from my wife that where she worked most nurses just positively loathed anything to do with enemas, and if at all possible, tried to get out of administering them. \"I guess that the equipment would be more up to date though.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy made a face. \"Gee, I’ve never had anything like that in a hospital ? Have you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Actually I had once, as part of the standard pre-op procedure. But those are occasions when you don’t enjoy them very much, apprehension about the upcoming surgery spoil any possible fun. I decided not to mention it. \"Not really.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don’t you have any photos ? What about those at the cybercafé ? Can I see them ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh I had loads of photos all right. I was just trying to decide which were most appropriate for Nancy. Mostly I lumped them all together in directories as I downloaded them off the Net with not much regard to quality, subject mater or good taste. There were far too many for me to ever remember the names so I was trying to be circumspect about what I showed her. Nothing too graphic or gross for a first viewing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided I’d let her see some Japanese photos. The girls were certainly top notch beauties, no doubt about that and it seemed that the Japanese never stinted on equipment and accessories. They used quite an interesting and varied assortment of enema devices, either as main instruments or as background props. The one quirk about Japanese enema photos was that they seemed to like the girls tied up, in some kind of bondage situation. I could do without that, but Nancy didn’t mind. She pursed her lips in what I hoped was appreciation. \"Not bad…. pretty girls too, aren’t they ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I grinned back. Now that she had a female lover I should have figured she’d be appreciative of lovely ladies. \"Oh my yes. They strike your fancy ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She made a face in jest. \"I’m not a real Lesbian you know, or I don’t think so.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sorry, I didn’t mean anything.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Silly, it’s all right. I still like men and all that. I was just sorta tired of them for a while there. Say, don’t you have anything of men getting an enema or something ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course I did, but personally I preferred the all female variety. I looked through a few directories with a thumbnail browser and enlarged a few mixed gender enema scenes, these were back and white photos. They looked old fashioned somehow, probably because they were made in the 50s or 60s, I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t tell from the indistinct backgrounds and the subjects’ lack of garments gave me no hint either. They seemed to be professional photos, probably scanned from some old magazine. Genitals and other naughty parts were clearly visible, the subjects unshaven in the pubic area. A male was being restrained by a lady in a nurse’s uniform while another held a tube and nozzle ready for insertion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pulled up several dozen photos. There were amateur scenes as well as color shots, sometimes blurry and indistinct but still very recognizable as to activity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It’s amazing people let themselves be photographed doing this.\" Nancy remarked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmmmm….\" Sometimes I agreed, but when you thought about it, these photos were hardly more obscene than straight fuck shots, probably even less so. \"I suppose once you’ve got your clothes off it doesn’t matter too much anymore…\" I didn’t want to get started on what was and what wasn’t objectionable.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, I guess you could say that….\" Nancy snickered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just a question of taste…something acquired I suppose.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, \" Nancy grinned, \"Like oysters or caviar…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I grinned back, though I was thinking of another taste that you had to work on to appreciate. I flicked my tongue up and down between my lips very quickly wondering what Nancy tasted like..</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pulled up some more photos. In one directory I had apparently stored shots of enema equipment. Some were from advertisements, some were photos of collections.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I guess you’ve got stuff like this too ?\" Nancy asked me, arching up her eyebrows.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well…..I’ve got a few things.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can I see them ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hesitated, not sure what to say.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I mean, if it’s too personal…\" Nancy added.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, it was personal all right, but nothing I objected to at all. In fact, dense lamebrain that I usually was, even I could see that Nancy was being very straightforward and was hinting for something more than just a look through my collection of enema photos. Did this stuff turn her on ? It seemed too good to be true. We had never even kissed before. Now she was none too subtlety insinuating she wanted an even further exchange of intimate revelations.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Was she serious or just setting me up for a good laugh ? During our business proceedings I had never known her to be anything but totally trustworthy. We had handled money matters on our personal word alone, never anything on paper. I figured if you could trust a person in that manner, anything else would be on the same level.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, no, it’s OK. I’ve just never had anybody ever ask me that before.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No ? Don’t you and your wife do this stuff together ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Delicate subject that. Usually my SO just pretended to be magnanimously unaware of this quirk of mine, or else acted as if it were a strict medical thing (going on vacation she always asked if I had packed ‘everything’ in the medicine kit, meaning my clyster syringe). Then on other occasions she would consider it something akin to an incurable perversion. It was best to just avoid it all together. Out of sight, out of mind was my motto.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to laugh but it came out more as a snort. \"Together ? That’d be the day. No, not her cup of tea at all.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You mean you do this enema thing by yourself ? All alone ?\" Nancy asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shrugged. \"That’s how it goes….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wouldn’t it be more fun with someone else ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Good question. It’s like masturbation I guess : it’s fun alone, but until you’ve done it with a partner there’s no way to compare the experiences. \"I suppose so…. probably.\" I tried to inject a hint of sadness into my voice. I turned my head away and contemplated the floor, projecting what I hoped to be an aura of forlorn longing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy didn’t bite though she patted me comradely on the back. \"Oh well, there’s bound to be someone willing. Say, do you still want to let me see your stuff ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wonder if she knew how ambiguous that sounded. \"I guess so….but no laughing, promise ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, I wouldn’t ever make fun of you, Alex. You know that.\" She put her hand around my neck and gave it a squeeze. My spine tingled all the way down to my prick. I smiled back at her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My favorite clyster syringe, a rubber squeeze bulb model, was in the bathroom, but my stash of assorted nozzles and paraphernalia I kept tucked away in my computer room. I also had a Higginson surge pump, a kind of continuous flow device for pumping water into the bowels via tubing. It was a simple but wickedly delicious looking little contraption. I showed it to Nancy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmmmm…..how does this thing work ?\"she asked. I attached a black nozzle to the proper rubber tube.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This end,\" I wiggled the tubing, \"goes into whatever you’re using to hold the water solution and the other with nozzle goes into the …er patient. Then you squeeze the rubber bulb and water is pumped into the patient’s…er behind.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you feel it going in ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, but it depends on how hard and fast you squeeze.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Doesn’t it hurt ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, that’s not the idea. Certainly not if it’s done correctly and carefully. You do have to be sure that the water is the right temperature, that the nozzle is well lubricated (here Nancy nodded with a smile on her lips) and that you don’t make the solution too strong or irritating.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Irritating ? Do you add something to the water ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, not necessarily, but I usually do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Some baking powder maybe or salt, and usually soap.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Soap ? You’re kidding ? Doesn’t that sting ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now it was my turn to smile. \"Not necessarily. It gets your intestines working in a hurry though.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I’ll bet….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I handed the Higginson to Nancy. She squeezed it, forcing air noisily through the nozzle. \"Can I try this with water ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, I’ll fill the sink in the bathroom. C’mon with me.\" Well, from the look on Nancy’s face and her questions I had a good idea what she was going to ask next. The question was : was I ready to give a live demonstration if she asked me ? One part of me dreaded the thought, but the other was whispering to pluck the day, a similar situation might never occur again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily our bathroom is kept neat and tidy so there was nothing to unobtrusively pick up and stuff in the hamper. I let the sink fill with water and invited Nancy to try out the surge pump. She pumped the bulb several times, purging air out before any water squirt out. When it did, the tubing went rigid and wiggled around in Nancy’s left hand as she squeezed with her right. She giggled and pretended to aim at my face. I held up my hands in mock surrender. \"Please don’t. I am your prisoner…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh really ? Then you’d better do as I say….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You’ll only get my name, rank and serial number…\" I laughed, but that typical American joke was lost on her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy put the syringe down. \"Have you got anything else ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well,\" I opened up a drawer and took out a red rubber clyster syringe with a rather thick black nozzle. There were several holes at the tip. \"This is something for more regular use.\" I handed it to Nancy. \"You squeeze air out and then hold it upside down, with the tip in the water so it can suck up liquid. Try it, it’s easy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She did it several times, compressing the bulb and forcing water out the end. She examined the nozzle and held her fingers around it in an o-shape. Nancy pretended to study the ring she had made. \"You know, this looks like it’s a pretty large thing to stick up your behind.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was rather large sized I guess, but I had had a lot of practice over the years. I shrugged. \"You get used to it. It feels OK to me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I bet it does…\" again she gave me a knowing smile. Yes, Nancy had my number all right. \"Ya know….I was wondering…\" she twirled the syringe in her hand playfully. \"Would you ah…like me to give you… one of these ? Give you an enema ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Would you like to ?\" Even as I said this I was wondering why I just didn’t say yes. There was no figuring myself out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I wouldn’t ask otherwise. You’re not too shy are you ? Or is it more fun to play around with yourself ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sometimes I wondered. I made a silly face and shrugged. \"No, no. it’s not that really. I’ve just never done it with anyone else before. An enema, that is…\" I clarified lest she think me woefully inexperienced.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well…?\" Nancy gave the bulb a good firm squeeze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well sure, I’d love it of course. But I’m…gonna have to undress for this, you know.\" And show a hell of an erection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I certainly hope so Alex.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In that case, sure, as long as you don’t mind….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I’m a big girl now.\" She looked pointedly at the bulge in my trousers. \"I won’t be shocked. At least I don’t think so…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good, now why don’t you get ready and then you can show me what to do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By ‘getting ready’ I took it Nancy meant for me to undress. \"Well you can start by filling the sink with hot water so you can wash out the syringe.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Does it matter how hot ?\" Nancy asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, this is just to clean the device with. You can add some soap too. Here,\" I opened up a cupboard door and pulled out a liquid soap dispenser, \"You can add some of this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I watched as Nancy merrily squirt half a dozen jets of soap into the sink. \"Hmmm….\" She sniffed, \"Smells nice and clean.\" The stream of water from the faucet had already worked up quite a lather of soap suds. She twirled her hand in the water.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"C’mon Alex, don’t just stand there daydreaming,\" she said to me, \"you’d better get undressed or I’m going to have a hard time figuring where to stick the nozzle.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I blushed and turned around. First I untied my shoes and stepped out of them. Next my sweater and socks went which left me debating what should go next : undershirt or trousers ? I decided to live dangerously and unbuckled my trousers, swiftly stepping out of them while leaning on the bathtub rim.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned around for a look at Nancy. She had been watching me undress and was grinning. \"Better slip off your briefs as well Alex, I think your tent pole is getting in the way.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She meant my stiff and quite discernable erection of course. At least she wasn’t acting like it didn’t exist. I had no compunction about showing myself off to a pretty girl, but I was curious what she would say when she saw I liked to keep clean shaven.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had to stretch the hem to the limit to get it over my ‘tent pole’. I pulled my briefs down to my ankles and stepped out of them. With a dainty little flourish I discarded them behind me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Saaaay….this is the first time I’ve ever seen a man shave down there.\" She cocked her head and stared unconcernedly. She seemed to like it. \"That’s sorta cute, like the girls over in the old harbor area.\" When someone spoke of ‘the girls’ they used a Dutch slang word that left no one in doubt they were referring to the ‘ladies of the night’, our professional working girls. The red-light district wasn’t even a 5 minutes’ walk away, but it surprised me that she was acquainted with the girls’ pubic hair fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Really ?\" I feigned ignorance, but knew she was correct from first-hand experience. \"I didn’t know the girls trimmed their pubic hair….\" I tried to keep a straight face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, I bet you didn’t….\" She said, choosing not to confront my obvious lie. She took my undershirt and lifted up the hem, the better to look at my prick. \"Cute. Did you do it yourself ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded. She carefully ran the back of her hand over my skin. Nancy brushed by my prick but didn’t take hold of it. Her fingers felt along my groin and lower. I knew that no matter how low she searched, there wouldn’t be much hair to be found. I liked to keep clean shaven.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It feels very soft. You didn’t shave did you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wondered if Nancy had any experience with genital shaving. She seemed to know that a razor is not the best way to remove pubic hair.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No,\" I said. \"I don’t want to nick myself down there…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What do you use then ? A cream ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You know, that’s charming. I’ve got to see more of this. Maybe you could set a fashion.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wouldn’t know how to ever begin. I just laughed nervously. She was having me on anyway.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Getting back to the matter at hand, Nancy bade me come closer to the sink. The clyster syringe was still soaking in the soapy water, nozzle floating on the surface. Nancy asked what to do next. I told her to take it out, dry it off and then to refill the sink with warm water, not too hot.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With exaggerated precision she dried the rubber bulb in a clean towel and set it upright on the rim of the sink. The nozzle got a similar treatment. She held it up to the light and slipped it in and out through a ring she made with her thumb and index-finger. \"Are you sure this is what you use to squirt water up your behind, Alex ? It looks large enough for a vaginal douche head.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well. She knew more than she had let on at first. I assured her that it was my favored tip. I said I was willing to let her try it out as well.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don’t you wish ?\" Nancy laughed knowingly. \"Oh well, maybe you’re used to getting it up the backdoor. Or are you keeping in practice for a boyfriend ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>These were enlightened times for sure, but I still blushed. \"No, really Nancy. I’m just used to it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She gave me another one of those mock punches on the shoulder. \"Just kidding…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy kissed the tip of her finger and transferred it to the black nozzle. \"Voila, clean as a whistle. Now what ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fill the sink with warm water.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, do I add anything ? Some more of that sweet smelling soap ? What kind is it anyway ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It’s lemon scented. Do you like it ?\" I don’t know why it’s so, but I’ve always associated lemon soap with enemas. Even in public restrooms I’ve had that feeling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy nodded. \"How much should I put in the water ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not too much please, one or two squirts should be more than enough for now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy put in 4. I took the flask of liquid soap from her, tsk tsking. 4 was no big deal at all, but if I had let her continue she might have put in an even dozen. That would be too much of a good thing, even for me. \"That’s enough. I want to be able to retain the water without having a ‘little accident’.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In most Belgian homes, toilets are not in the bathroom, but built in a separate small closet-like room. Ours was down the hallway, not very far away as distances go until you’ve got cramping, leaking bowels. Then you could end up messing the carpets. That wouldn’t do.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy stirred the water. Soapsuds formed on the surface. I could anticipate the warmth flowing inside me already. Only this time I wouldn’t be in control. A pretty female hand would be forcing water up into my bowels. I shivered deliciously at the thought and sighed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What’s the matter Alex ?\" Nancy asked, seeing me shudder, \"Are you cold ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, it’s nothing. I’ve just never done it like this before.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So you keep on saying, but don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you…\" she grinned again. Clearly she was enjoying herself. \"Now what do I do ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told her to attach the nozzle to the bulb. Now it was time to lubricate the tip. And myself. I wondered how to get around to that.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took a tube of Prep H ointment from the cabinet. Since it was intended for rectal use anyway, I had figured out that it should be an efficacious lubricant. Apart from the medicinal smell it was quite effective. And even that I had come to associate with my private little sessions. \"Put some of this onto the nozzle. Don’t be stingy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy turned around and leaned against the sink, holding the syringe up so I could clearly see her coat the shaft with the yellowish colored salve. Finished with the nozzle she held up a greased finger. \"Shouldn’t I put some on you too ? Into your little hole ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Normally, yes…but if you don’t care to….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Silly, c’mon and bend over. Or would you like to lay down on the bath rug ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had a choice I would have loved to lay down across her lap, bottoms up. But I didn’t dare ask. I just shrugged.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How do they do it in those medical books ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now there was a face-saver. \"Oh…. Well, a much used position was perfected by a Doctor Simm’s. He practiced on slaves before the American Civil War.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Egad. Sounds like a nice guy…...\" Nancy made a disapproving face. I wonder what she would have thought about his research in gynecology. \"How does it go ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You lay down on your left side…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lay down then. Is it OK here in the bathroom ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded and spread out an extra towel before laying down. Turning over slightly towards my stomach, I pulled up my right leg to my chest. \"You can get at me from behind now….\" I needlessly said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That’s what I thought. OK, ready Alex ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could feel her hands trembling slightly as she parted my buttocks and pressed her lubricated finger up against my anus. She rubbed it around and along the cleft. \"Hmmm….no hair here either. Nice.\" She used two fingers to feel the rim of my sphincter. \"And clean….maybe I should do this too….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Want a hand ? I’d be more than willing ?\" I joked half in earnest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I’m sure you would be. But not now in any case. Just lie still…\" Nancy poked me and pushed her finger up my anus, not quite breaching the gate. She wiggled it around and pulled out again. I looked behind me and saw her squeezing some more ointment on her finger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In we go….\" Indeed, in it went her finger, up my bumhole and into the rectum. Involuntarily I clenched my anal muscles and pulled away. She pushed up into me as far as she could. Nancy again moved her finger around, hooking it and twiddling to and fro. It felt wonderful. I slowly began to move to and fro with my hips, small movements that caused my heart to melt in desire and my prick to twitch up and down. Had she played with my organ even for a short time, I would have come then and there, no doubt about it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But I buried my head in the crook of my arm, trying to keep control. I know I groaned from pleasure. What I wouldn’t have given to be kissing Nancy on the lips or nuzzling her no doubt ample breasts. Better still to be locked face between her thighs, kissing and inhaling the scent of her cunny. I could imagine it already.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She pulled out and I heard her take a towel and wipe her fingers. \"I guess I should fill the thing now, Alex ?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, now is fine….\" I managed to get out. My heart was still pounding. Was it from love, desire or plain over-stimulation ? I longed to give my prick a good squeeze or two while Nancy was at it with the clyster bulb, but I refrained, thinking it best to see how things would proceed. I could of course envision multiple possibilities of further intimacies, but even if Nancy would have left it as it was and done no more, I would have been in heaven.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But I could hear merry gurgling as water was sucked up into the syringe. There was more to come.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I filled it up as best as I could.\" Nancy held the clyster in front of her. \"Ready ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK….\" I closed my eyes again. A few drops of warm water leaked out the tip as Nancy wiggled the thick nozzle between my buttocks and up against my asshole. She used thumb and forefinger to open up my anus and guide the nozzle in. I was well lubricated and ready. The shaft penetrated me easily and slipped right past my pulsing anal sphincter. Nancy squeezed and I felt a warm glow spread inside of me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don’t let go once you’ve squeezed, Nancy.\" I cautioned. \"Otherwise you’ll suck the water right back out. That’s not the idea.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She withdrew the plastic cylinder and patted my behind. I heard the clyster sucking up air as she let go. \"That was easy,\" Nancy said. \"I’ll fill up another dose, don’t go away…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She was eager, no doubt about that and seemed to like squirting water up into my ass. Without asking for my limit, she quickly discharged 5 additional doses of water into my bowels. It felt wonderful, of course and normally I wouldn’t have considered asking her to stop. But it was a soapy solution, however weak, and by the 6th bulb full I was experiencing the onset of an impending bowel movement. There was the usual tingling sensation in my abdomen, I could feel a cramp or contraction building and knew that soon I would have to resist the urge to expel the contents of my bowels. This I could usually manage, but not while laying on my side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think that’s enough for now, Nancy.\" I sat up and leaned against the bathtub.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can’t you take anymore ?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course I could, but I wasn’t going to tell her now. 12 to 15 clysters was about my limit, some 2 and a half liters I figured. But I was never one to be obsessed by quantity. This would be just fine for now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wiggled around, pressing my buttocks tight together while I prepared myself for the inevitable series of cramps. Nancy put the syringe away for the while being and knelt down next to me. \"How does it feel ?\" she asked while looking down between my legs. My erection had subsided as it usually does at this stage. Apparently my body figured there were other priorities that took precedence. \"Did I do it OK ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You did great Nancy, almost like a pro. Are you sure this is your first time ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"For an enema it is…\" she tried to make a bashful, coy face, but couldn’t pull it off and just grinned at me. She also let her hand stray lower and daintily took hold of my prick. She waggled it around. It looked like she was trying to wake it up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don’t worry,\" I said as I felt a series of cramps build up, \"That’s normal, it always happens when I’m full. There’s nothing wrong with your charms …\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had to rock back and forth a bit and clench my muscles to hold up the contents of my bowels. I grit my teeth together and must have made some kind of groaning noise. The spasms passed and I relaxed again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wow, that looked like it was pretty urgent. How much longer do you have to wait ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It all depends. If it’s for fun you can hold it for an hour or two, even longer I guess but then a lot of water will be absorbed through the intestines. If it’s just for cleaning I usually wait between 15 and 30 minutes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Isn’t there anything you can do to help keep it in ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In enema stories, authors like to use anal dildos or plugs to keep an enemee plugged up. In real life it doesn’t work out that way. The dildo is either forced out or water leaks out around the sides anyway. No, an anal plug is just for the fun of it. I was wondering if I should bring it up when Nancy made a suggestion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Would it help if I put my finger back in you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had to smile. Nancy had been reading too many stories about Dutch boys with their fingers stuck in a dike. If reality were only so simple.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well….it can’t do much harm.\" And it should feel quite nice I thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It’s OK ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, but hurry up before I start cramping again…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had to rearrange myself slightly to allow Nancy easy access to my anus. I lay down lower and opened my legs up. Nancy knelt down next to me and felt around until she found my backdoor. She easily inserted her finger up into me, my anus was distended and stretched, ready for use. I could distinctly feel it pulse around her digit. Putting some conscious effort into it, I tried to move my anal sphincter as if milking her finger. Nancy felt it and pushed back and forth. What a lovely little ass fucking that was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then I felt the spasms build up again. I couldn\'t keep from contracting my muscles and I did my absolute best not to leak any water around Nancy’s finger. With her finger up inside me, I could feel my anal sphincter pulsing and quivering.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can feel your inside muscles or whatever moving…\" Nancy said as I was shuddering from the effort of retaining the water.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh……huh……\" I couldn’t say much at the moment, I had to concentrate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This series of spasms passed as well. By now I was perspiring somewhat, and my undershirt which I still had on, was sticking to my skin. I sighed from the effort and lay my head down on Nancy’s shoulder. I wanted to kiss her but didn’t quite dare. Instead I nuzzled around her neck and hair. Unlike myself, Nancy was still fully dressed. I hadn’t really risked asking her to disrobe as well, though tradition would indicate that she strip at least to her underwear, or else wear a nurse’s uniform.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Want me to keep my finger inside you ?\" Nancy asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shook my head. \"No, better not. It feels much too good. Any more and I won’t be able to control myself.\" I had grown good and stiff again, the results of Nancy’s rectal exploration no doubt.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She withdrew her finger and dried it off. Finished she turned back and knelt beside me, indicating that I spread my legs a bit. She felt around my genitals, fingering testicles and the area below. \"You feel so soft without hair. You’re the first guy I’ve seen do this. I wish they all did.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How about you ?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Me ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah, do you shave yourself…\" I nodded at her groin, \"…down there ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh no…..I wouldn’t …\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Would you like to ? I could help.\" I offered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She made a face but was smiling nonetheless. \"I bet you would. But not now in any case…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, the offer stands…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next half hour passed quite pleasantly, interspersed by a series of cramps and contractions of lessening intensity. I figured that enough time had passed and told Nancy that it was time for me to use ‘the little boy’s room’.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Want me to come along and hold your hand ?\" she joked half in earnest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not really. This I prefer to do alone. But as a consolation you can give me a last clyster, a nice warm one for the road.\" I stood up while Nancy filled the bulb. \"No soap this time…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she was ready I stretched up against the sink and placed my feet apart. Nancy parted my buttocks and inserted the nozzle. She had to force the water upwards with me standing in this position. Some drops dibbled down along my legs and her hand. The water, good and hot stung my already irritated rectum. I grabbed a towel and told Nancy I wouldn’t be but a short while.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Down the hall I made it to the toilet without mishap and gratefully let go. The water flowed out, sparingly at first and then in a series of gushes and spurts. I hoped I wasn’t making too much noise. The sounds I didn’t care for but I have never figured a way around that aspect of enemas. A few minutes later I was done and stood up to wipe myself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Without thinking I draped the towel modestly around me, from force of habit I guess. Back in the bathroom Nancy was waiting for me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What’s the matter Alex ? Gone all shy on me ?\" She playfully pulled the towel loose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You know, that’s not fair,\" I said. \"I’m all naked and you’re not even out of your socks.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Want me to take them off ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That’d be nice for starters…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh Alex, I don’t think that’s a good idea.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did, but just shrugged. After all, this had been great fun up to now and I didn’t want to spoil it. I went to wash myself at the sink. Nancy watched.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What do you do afterwards ?\" She looked at my half-erect prick and made a knowing face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I take a cold shower and read the economics section in the paper…\" I tried not to laugh. \"What do you think I do ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Something naughty ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Something relaxing…\" I wiggled all five fingers of my hand. Of course I was exaggerating. I would just as well read a book or watch some TV, but I had an image to uphold.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Boys…..always the same.\" She stood next to me and stroked my penis. \"Can I watch ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I thought that wasn’t a good idea ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, for me to undress would not be a good idea. This is something different.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn’t really see the distinction and didn’t even try. After all, there are no ways to explain the sometimes bewildering rationalizations we make in our sex lives. If Nancy didn’t want to undress for me but on the other hand was willing to give me an enema and watch me jerk off, who was I to judge ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"If you say so…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Silly to say, but I would have felt ill at ease jerking off in front of Nancy. When I take time off to indulge in this universal vice, there are special rituals to go through, images and ideas to conjure up, positions to take. Even though I had let Nancy enema me, an intimate ritual if ever here was one, I had my reservations about putting on a masturbation show for her. Now if it had been a mutual event, I would have been raring to go. Instead I declined.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you sure Alex ?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think so. I’d much rather do something for you. Just about anything….?\" I put my hand around her neck and rubbed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sighed and took me in her arms. \"Oh Alex, Alex…what a shame we didn’t do this years ago. But now is not the right time. I just couldn’t let myself go, wouldn’t dare. Don’t be mad at me. I hope you understand ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did and didn’t, but didn’t want to spoil the evening. I held on to her some more, nuzzled and kissed a bit and then let go. \"Of course I do. Why don’t you go downstairs and pour us another drink ? I’ll get dressed and be right down. OK ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy nodded. She gave me a last hug and left me to dress.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Down in the kitchen she was waiting for me, a little subdued, maybe wondering if I was going to be resentful for her not joining in the activities more fully. I smiled and did my best to show that far from being put out, I had had an unforgettable evening.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We talked a bit more and finished our drinks. It was getting late and it was time for Nancy to leave. I offered to escort her home, the whole 200 meters down the street, but she asked me not to come along. In any case I kissed her goodbye on the street corner and watched until she turned into her portal, waving a small greeting.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, that had certainly been fun, no doubt about that. I wondered if there was ever going to be a repeat performance or if Nancy would like to be the star of the show next time. Wistfully I contemplated the possibilities and tried to figure out how many more days my wife was going to be away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sauntered back to my door, hands in my pocket, looking up at the night sky. I wondered how many of my neighbors had had this kind of fun tonight. Or any kind of sex at all for that matter. I let my eyes roam over the curtained windows of my neighbor’s homes, but they were all dark and still.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was about to close the door behind me when I turned around and saw movement behind my across-the-street teenage neighbor’s curtains. Had she been watching me and Nancy kiss goodbye in the street ? God, I certainly hoped so.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a broad smile on my face, I went back inside my house, but not before blowing my neighbor an airborne kiss.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>AG</p>\r\n\r\n<p>________________________________________</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Notes :</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before anyone starts getting jealous at my supposed good fortune, it’s best to say that this is a work of fiction. These events never happened and if my past life is any standard, anything similar never will happen either.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I got the idea for this story from Rubber Duck, who was surprised when I mentioned that I do my e-mailing and Newsgroup surfing at a public cybercafé. Telephone rates are exorbitantly expensive in Belgium and until we get an optic cable connection, a home Internet connection is a luxury many Belgians prefer not to pay for. So, cybercafés may not abound, but they are popular.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duckie’s main worry however was what happened when customers wanted to browse through sexsites and other naughty areas of the Net. After all, a café is a public area. Do people comment or make disparaging remarks ? Do viewers censor themselves ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The answer is that it is considered very bad manners to comment on what other customers are viewing. Etiquette demands a sort of hear, see and say no evil attitude. Generally everyone ignores what others are viewing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have never had any difficulty in that regard that I know of. Oh, maybe from time to time someone may think that I’m a weirdo and give me a funny look, but I’ve never encountered any problem at all.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Actually, I sometimes fervently wish that a delicious looking young thing would sit down next to me and make a comment about the ASE jpg on screen. Any comment would be fine for openers. But alas, no such luck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have though, been mentally rehearsing fictitious encounters for quite some time and the above story is a distillation of some of the more printable daydreams. I used to be a Boy Scout and my motto still is : Be Prepared. You never know.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,8,8,'en',0,'<h2>or</h2>\r\n\r\n<h2>Fraulein Louise Meets the Twins</h2>\r\n\r\n<h3>A Tale of the Roaring Twenties</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>It was 1929 and I was in Berlin filming Lulu with G.W. Pabst. Even though I had started out as a hayseed from Kansas and had really learned a thing or two since dancing in the Follies and acting in Hollywood I was just short of flabbergasted at the local customs. I mean that in those days in Berlin sex was the business of the town. At the Eden Hotel, where I lived, the café bar was lined with the higher-priced trollops. The economy girls walked the street outside. On the corner stood the girls in boots, advertising flagellation. Actors\' agents pimped for the ladies in luxury apartments in the Bavarian Quarter. Race-track touts at the Hoppegarten arranged orgies for groups of sportsmen. The nightclub Eldorado displayed an enticing line of homosexuals dressed as women. At the Maly, there was a choice of feminine or collar-and-tie lesbians. Collective lust roared unashamed at the theatre. In the revue ‘Chocolate Kiddies’, when Josephine Baker appeared naked except for a girdle of bananas, it was precisely as Lulu\'s stage entrance was described by Wedekind : \"They rage there as in a ménagerie when the meat appears at the cage.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I guess I was still a flibbertigibbet about town, Mr. Pabst’s ‘American Star’, talked about (mostly behind my back) and resented for daring to play the German Lulu. A great many actors, directors, writers and what not passed by the set, checking us (or me) out. I suppose it never hurts to keep abreast of the competition.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remember one particularly enervating day. Fritz Kortner played the role of Doctor Schon, a man bent on possessing and destroying me as Lulu. It was difficult enough doing the part with the passion and technique that Pabst demanded, but even more difficult knowing that Kortner harbored equal foul desires in his real loathsome self. That was the day that Leni Riefenstahl came by and stood gabbing and laughing with Pabst while I was engaged under the cameras. I felt loathsome myself, reviled and unclean. The shooting finished, off I went in a huff to my dressing room, feeling sorry for myself and on the verge of tears. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Normally Herr Pabst wasn’t one for hanging around with a bunch of floozies, flouting his position as a moving picture director. But that walking advertisement for the Teutonic virtues got under my skin. Sure she was an up and coming film star in Germany, but what galls my memory even more is that Riefenstahl really hit the big time later.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My darling maid, Josephine Muller, had also worked for Asta Nielsen and thought her the greatest actress in the world, but considered me the world’s worst. For this she came to love me tenderly and did whatever possible to keep up my spirits.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fraulein Louise, you are not feeling well, nicht wahr ?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No Josefine, I am not.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This making of the pictures is very difficult work, you must have lots of rest and be fit of body.\" she said in a very knowing matter-of-fact voice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, Josefine. I guess you think I don’t get enough rest either.\" Pabst really harped me on that subject. He just couldn’t figure out how I could party through the night and be fit for work the next morning.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Loueeesss,\" he would say in his high toned voice, \"Loueeesss, you should not so disdainful of yourself. Proper care of the body is required. Only then will you have the possibility of being a great actress.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well anyway, after staying with me and fussing around, Josefine left and went over to Pabst and talked for a short while. He was still laughing it up with Riefenstahl, gesturing wildly and moving about with that quick nervous energy of his. I really did wonder where he got it from at his age.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Disengaging from the tall dark actress he came over to me. \"Louise, Louise, so many times I have said to you, take care of the body, take care. Still, you go to parties, sleep little and drink much. This is not good. If you continue in such a manner you will not finish in my picture. This will cost many Deutschmarks and do no good for you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was pensive for a moment. \"You see Fraulein Leni ?\" he pointed to the athletic looking figure. \"She and I share the same doctor and I would like for you to see him tomorrow. I will arrange for an appointment. I will inform Josefine of the time and she will accompany you. Here is his card. You are to follow the Herr Doktor’s advice.\" With no more ado, he took a card from his vest pocket, handed it to me and strode back to his visiting Valkyrie.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I thought of throwing the card away, just to be spiteful, but seeing Josefine look at me in that way of hers made me refrain. I pouted fleetingly and looked at the card : ‘Gesundheitsklinikum und Therapiezentrum Doktor Kitzslers, Praxis : Montags bis zum Freitags, Prinz Albrechtsstrasse 7.’</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, that was certainly a mouthful of German. At least I recognized the address. Prinz Albrechtsstrasse was in a very respectable neighborhood. I wondered what all the fancy names really meant. Did Pabst go to this Kitzsler fellow and come back full of energy ? Oh well, I thought, best to humor the director and at least pretend to do as he says. That was one lesson I learned (too late) in Hollywood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next morning Herr Pabst sent a messenger over to the Eden with a note telling me I was excused from shooting today. There was another note informing me of a 2 o’clock appointment at the Herr Doktor’s Klinikum. Josefine told me straight off that she would of course accompany me. First as a matter of duty, to which I wearily nodded and second to translate for me in case the doctor spoke no English. That sounded like a good idea, so after a light lunch we got a cab and were set off in front of the ‘Gesundheitsklinikum’. Josefine rang the bell and we were admitted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A doorman led us into the reception room, one of those dark, dreary high-ceilinged rooms so beloved on the continent. The poor fellow strode ramrod straight ahead of us and I could see his left hand was missing several digits. Another Great War veteran and from the looks of his injuries, one of the less unfortunate. I’d seen far worse cases begging in the streets. In the reception room was a large oak-wood desk at which sat a secretary. She looked up questioningly. I went over to her and announced that I had an appointment with the Herr Doktor at two.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fraulein Brooks ?\" she asked. When I nodded, she looked up an entry in her big black book, made a discreet note somewhere and bid me to have a seat until the doctor was ready with his present patient. Josefine did the translating of course.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the stroke of two, a rather formidable looking nurse all clad in white strode into the room. I looked up, surprised at her bearing and thought she could have been the doorman’s drill sergeant. She certainly had the proper physique. Gesturing more than talking, she ordered us to follow her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Along we marched down another hallway, with dark paneling and burgundy carpets, an altogether gloomy interior. Into another door again, this one set with glazed glass in the upper panel. This was the Herr Doktor’s study from the looks of it, books and all, with the doctor himself behind an even larger more impressive desk. He was writing and bade me take a seat by gesturing with his free left hand, never looking up from his papers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lassen Sie uns allein bitte, Sigrid,\" he commanded the nurse. She left and took Josefine with her. Smiling the doctor reassured me, \"Not to worry Fraulein Brooks, I speak passable English. We will haf no trouble communicating.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Was that good news, or not ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Before I commence any of the treatments, I will be asking you questions of a personal medical nature. Better to haf such things done in private, nicht wahr ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Whatever you say, you’re the sawbones.\" I tried joking. Right then and there we experienced a lapse of communication. I could see he didn’t go in for levity or understand American slang. Or both maybe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I am very sorry Fraulein, Brooks. But I am not understanding…\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I mean you’re the doctor.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ja ja, naturlich.\" He frowned for moment, maybe trying to figure out if I was having him on, or if all American movie stars were just lightheaded flappers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He composed himself and continued. \"Herr Pabst, your employer,\" and with that remark he looked at me questioningly until I nodded in agreement, \"Yes, your employer has asked of me that I give you examination and a treatment for reinvigoration of the body. Correct ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure,\" I said, \" That’s my understanding.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Gut, then I will commence with the questioning.\" He took a sheaf of papers and started writing. \"Fraulein Brooks,\" scribble scribble….\"Louise…\" scribble scribble….\" You were born in…?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"1902,\" I answered, and so on. Married once, divorced, dancer, chorus girl, actress, childhood diseases and all of that stuff. Boring and trite. Probably been published any number of times in the gossip columns. I played the part of the patient, doling out the information, not sure any of it was even pertinent. But the Herr Doktor continued writing diligently until he paused and took a break in his rapid fire questioning. He took the pen and held it with thumb and index finger of both hands, delicately poised at nose level. Looking over it, he arched his eyebrows.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now I would be liking to understand the personal details of your body habits and customs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was trying to figure out what he meant, but wasn’t quite sure. \"You are a regular drinker ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Much ?\" Well that was a good question. I’d never let Prohibition inhibit me, if that’s what he meant. I drank my share of bootleg whiskey and bathtub gin that’s for sure, and thought all the world of German schnapps too.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Enough, maybe just a little little bit too much sometimes. I never get really spifficated though.\" I answered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>His bewildered look told me that I had better skip the slang. \"I don’t get drunk I mean.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ach so,\" he intoned knowingly. \"Cocaine ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never, wouldn’t touch the stuff.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Gut,\" and on he went. What did I eat, how often, how much, did I suffer from indigestion, headaches, bad eyesight, nervosity, constipation, melancholy, insomnia, flatulence…..?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I’ll give him this much, he didn’t miss much that could go wrong with a person. Then he got personal.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fraulein Brooks, you haf been married. Were your …relations with your husband satisfactory ?\" He looked at me expectantly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, we were at a crossroads. Was it expected of me that I protest and feign indignation ? At first ? Then coyly and reluctantly give him the laydown ? I didn’t know how these German doctors expected you to act.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Geez Doc,…\" I began, then thought better of it and just told it as it was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He sure had a lot of questions. I don’t know if he was trying to embarrass me or if he had decided I was an easy mark or if it all just interested him or if it was actually pertinent for his treatment. I decided for once that the truth might be the best refuge and so I didn’t skirt around the issue. After a while it was sort of fun and I had to make sure I didn’t go overboard with my answers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This went on for a while, him scribbling away on his papers, muttering \"ja ja,\" and \"ach so,\" now and then. He finally fell silent and put away his pen. The Herr Doktor stood up and came next to my chair. Telling me to relax, he fiddled around with my neck, feeling and pressing at various places, looked into my eyes, had me stick out my tongue, that old doctor’s favorite, felt my pulse, looked at my palms and so on. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what he was looking for.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Doctor Kitzsler went back to his desk and pressed a buzzer, summoning the nurse. He told her something in fast German and I could have sworn she answered \"Zu befehl.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turning to me he instructed, \"Fraulein Brooks, you will accompany Krankenschwester Sigrid and prepare for the examination, please. She will show you the changing room.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing room ? \"Whatever for Herr Doktor ?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why for to change into the fitting garments for the treatment, of course.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I guess something had been decided without telling me about it. Nothing new there.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I will explain at the proper moment. Now please go with the Krankenschwester, I haf much to prepare.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe I should have just left and risked Pabst’s displeasure, anger or whatever. But I didn’t. Looking around for Josefine, but not seeing her I just meekly followed Nurse Sigrid. I decided that I’d call her Ziggy in my mind. No connection to my old employer Flo Ziegfield intended, mind you. I just thought the name suited her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Down another long hallway we went and up a small flight of stairs for a change. Ziggy stopped in front of a nondescript door and beckoned me inside. She followed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The room, if you could call it that, wasn’t very large. In fact it was no more than a dressing and changing room. Ziggy pointed to the clothes hangers on the wall, \"All clothes off, hanging on the wall.\" she commanded. I almost saluted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was a white gown hanging in the corner. She took it and gave it to me, \"Putting on for Herr Doktor.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was fairly simple to understand. I was to undress and put on the white cotton frock. It wasn’t very large, but I had worn less when dancing in the Follies. I started undressing and hoped the Krankenschwester would leave me alone, but no dice. She just stood waiting. I shrugged and started. Off with the jacket, blouse, skirt, stockings, shoes, garters. I was down to my knickers and brassiere and started to put the gown on.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nein, nein, alles auf,\" Ziggy commanded, \"All clothes off bitte.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, fancy that. I gave her a face and was half of a mind to stick out my tongue, but didn’t. Well what was the big deal anyway I thought and slipped off my unmentionables. I turned around to face the nurse and gave her a good eyeful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now I didn’t really mind showing myself off naked. I mean, good grief, if you’re in showbiz you’re going to share dressing rooms anyway and better not be shy about it. Ziggy was ogling me though, obvious about it too and not one bit interested in my opinion. I decided to give her a treat and dropped the gown just before I slipped it over my shoulders. Turning my backside to her, I bent way over to retrieve the garment and spread my legs open for her inspection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I turned back around Ziggy was all smiles and patiently waited for me to put on the skimpy medical gown. It closed in the back, of all places and hardly came to mid thigh. I wondered what the idea was in the first place ? Embarrass a patient to death and hope she comes back for more ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I had the silly thing on, we went though another door and entered a different kind of room for a change. No more dark gloomy old world wall paper and wainscoting. Nope, this was a well lit doctor’s examination room, with white enamel tiles on the wall and floor, large lamps on the ceilings, an array of cabinets, sinks, counters and other odd looking stuff.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ziggy indicated that I sit on a padded table. I pulled myself up and lowered my bare behind onto the leather covering. It felt cold but soft and smooth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was leaning on my outstretched arms when the Herr Doktor entered the room. He was dressed in a white lab coat now and looked with satisfaction at me. \"Sehr gut, Fraulein Brooks. If you will now please lay down on the back so I can continue the examination.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Standing to one side of me, doctor Kitzsler told me to relax all my muscles and think of nothing. If that wasn\'t possible then I was permitted to think of something nice. I ask you !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyway, thinking of something but I don’t think it was nice, I just closed my eyes while he conducted his further examination. I had to place my arms above my head while he groped around in my armpits, pushing and probing like he wanted to find a way into my esophagus. Lower down he fiddled around with my liver, spleen (?), my stomach area and really did his best on my lower belly. He briefly twiddled around with my breasts, squeezing a bit and generally getting a good feel but at least he was considerate enough not to give me the works. I was surprised that for all his pushing and probing he never really hurt me. He went deep if he could but without any injury.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now genädige Fraulein, I will conduct the intimate examination of the female parts. I will ask you to please relax and not to be alarmed. Nothing improper will be done.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I had expected that, it wasn’t the first time I had gone to a doctor for female ailments. He went over to a sink and washed his hands. At least he used a lot of soap and dried them off well. Meanwhile nurse Sigrid was fooling around with the table I was lying on. She attached a metal rod to each side of me. They both had a padded hook at the ending and I guessed that my legs were going to end up in those doctor’s stirrups.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was right. Smiling Ziggy and the Herr Doktor each took a leg, hefted it up and set it in the padded u-holder. The skimpy gown was forced back over my stomach and there I was with my feminine parts exposed to the examination lights. The doctor put on a serious face as he started feeling around but he wasn\'t fooling me. I bet he was enjoying every minute of it. So was Krankenschwester Sigrid, who had taken place at the head of the table and was rubbing my forehead. Ostensibly to help me relax. Applesauce !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Why she even ‘straightened‘ out my gown for the doctor, pulling it a little bit higher. The Herr Doktor had meanwhile started his examination. He felt around at first, once again starting with the squeezing and the probing, but that didn’t take too long. Using thumb and index finger he delicately spread my pussy open and wriggled a finger inside. He probed up and down, in and around, stuck in a second finger , spread me open wider and felt all there was to feel. He even knew enough to go to the top of my slit and uncover the little love bud. He brazenly pulled it free of it’s covering and rubbed it a bit, making it stiffen and making me feel distinctly odd. It wasn’t quite nice and it wasn’t quite bad. It was hard to say at that point what it was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He stuck his finger back inside of my slit and pressed down with his other hand on my abdomen. Finally satisfied he withdrew his finger from inside of me. \"Now there is the final aspect I must examine before I decide upon the treatment,\" he announced.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Doctor Kitzsler took something from a bottle and spread it over his fingers. He asked the nurse to adjust the metal rods backwards and after my backside was forced up higher into the air he pressed his greased fingers up into my ‘final aspect.’</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please to relax and breath deeply,\" he commanded and with that he firmly stuck his middle finger up my asshole. He wriggled it around a little before shoving it in. I should have been prepared but he still half took me by surprise. Once in me he pushed it all the way in, feeling around, hooking his finger and twirling left and right.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn’t let out a yelp, but did give him a nasty look. Far from being embarrassed he gave me a very slight smile as if sticking his finger in a girl’s ass was something he did every day. Of course when I thought about it, I figured he probably did just that. And not just once a day either.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now I thought that he couldn’t do anything much more outrageous than this, but oh boy was I ever wrong. Keeping one finger up my backdoor he inserted a second back into my slit and sort of rubbed them both together, feeling around inside of me. It was something different, I’ll grant you that, but it wasn’t all that awful as I would have thought. Actually after a while it felt sort of special, it didn’t really excite me but I did get just this teensy weenie little bit wet and I’m sure that the doctor noticed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He finally withdrew both his fingers and allowed me to sit back up straight again. He went to wash his hands and while drying them off, came back to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fraulein Brooks, you may be assured, you are not suffering from any serious ailments, but you are not taking care of the physique either. Improper diet and irregularity sap your strength, weaken the inner muscles and organs and prohibit a harmonious working of the body. This is not a desirable situation and should be remedied. Ja ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I just nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You work hard, but must take more care of the body, have more rest, more sleep. I will give you treatment such as I give Herr Pabst and Fraulein Riefenstahl regularly. This will be for a first time and maybe not have great effect of reinvigoration. We shall see. This treatment is not hardship and can be agreeable.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He turned to nurse Sigrid. \"Wir werden der Zwilling brauchen in diesen Fall.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She nodded and left. The doctor explained what he was going to do. \"We must put you back on the road to harmony with the body. You are filled up with dangerous elements that inhibit proper working of physical processes. All of these wastes must be removed. Accumulation results in unhealthy tensions, compounded stress and build up of noxious humors. This is readily observable in females.\" He stopped a moment and looked at me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you prone to hysterical disorders, Fraulein Brooks ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now what kind of question was that, I ask you ? I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t asking if I threw a tantrum every now and then. Which I didn’t, by the way.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don’t think so.\" I answered. Truthfully too, since I didn’t know what he was getting at.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ach so, in any case I will give standard primary treatment for female patients : internal Abspulung und Reinigung and manual induction of hysterical paroxysm. If you prefer I can use electrical stimulant method in replacement.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He looked at me expectantly. Clearly he wanted me to say something.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you haf any preference Fraulein ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Preferences ? I didn’t even know what he was talking about. \"No Doc,\" I told him, \"Just do the best you can.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ausgescheignet !\" he beamed. \"I will give you best treatment, you may rest assured.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Doctor Kitzsler had just finished his sales pitch to me, when I heard Nurse Sigrid enter the room. I turned around to look at her and saw she was pushing a metal trolley into the room. On it sat the darndest looking contraption I ever saw. It was made of shiny brass containers and valves, rubber tubes and clear glass receptacles. It didn’t look scary or anything, but I got a mighty funny feeling when I saw that thing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Meanwhile, nurse Ziggy went over to the nearest sink and lit the hot water geyser. She used a pitcher to fill a large container attached to this apparatus. The doctor went over to the wall cabinets and came back with several small packages and bottles. He mixed up these things and put the results into various parts of his contraption. He added some water here and there, fiddled and fussed around with knobs and thing-a-ma-gigs, and generally looked very serious about what he was doing. Every now and then he consulted a book and nodded to himself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When everything was finally to his liking he rolled the trolley over to the examination table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Perhaps the Fraulein would care to lay back down again, please ?\" he told me. The nurse was standing to the other side of me already and taking hold of my shoulders, she slowly but firmly eased me onto my back again. Smiling they each grabbed one of my legs and positioned them in the stirrups. There I lay once again, spread wide open and wondering what was coming next.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You are to relax Fraulein. This machine is the most modern to be manufactured. It has been designed with the patients comfort in mind foremost. There are several sizes of nozzle and I will fix a small size. The water is also regulated at body temperature and a steady pressure. I have added a gentle natural soap and essence of glycerin. In the second only a combination of rose and mint water.\" He was beaming as he told me this, obviously very proud of himself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Either I had missed something or was even more dumb than many folks thought me to be. \"Herr Doktor,\" I asked, \"Just what are you going to do with all that sweet smelling water ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why Fraulein, that is for the washing, naturlich.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Huh uh. The washing of what ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why the washing and rinsing of the internal lower body. What else ?\" he replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>What else indeed ? \"Now I don’t want to sound stupid or anything, but how are you going to go about that exactly ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I will insert the nozzle into your lower opening and allow the water to flow into you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s when I finally got it. The Doc was going to give me a German version of a good ol’ Saturday Night Special. Of course he would never use anything out of a Sears and Roebuck catalog, no siree, no simple rubber bag and tube for him. This doctor had to have a big shiny brass and copper contraption made by a fancy factory like the Krupp Works or something. It looked like the equivalent of a Big Bertha. All that just to pour some water up my backdoor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you mean you’re going to give me an old fashioned enema ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ja, naturlich. This is why Herr Pabst has sent you to me for. For reinvigoration and cleansing through use of Klystier Pumpe, modern lavage pumping.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You could have told me a lot sooner.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I thought it was understood. You are familiar with the procedure ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Familiar ? You can’t grow up in Kansas without getting a ‘weekly’ to keep you ‘cleaned out’. Did he think we were ignorant down on the farm or what ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh sure,\" I told him, \"but we usually get ‘em in the bathroom from a rubber bag.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ah yes, a simple and primitive method. This apparatus,\" he explained proudly, \"has been scientifically designed for maximum efficiency and versatile usage. It is used for double rinsing, which is why it is called Der Zwilling, the twins.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was halfway between being relieved and pissed off. The pompous old fart had to make something as simple as an enema sound like the most scientifically exacting of treatments. Probably just to charge more. Well, Pabst was paying for this anyhow, so that didn’t bother me. But was all this high falutin’ talk really necessary ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And this is going to make me feel better ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh yes, it will be most beneficial. I haf many respectable patients and all are most pleased with the results.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh boy, this guy must be a first class con-artist with a medical degree, I thought. But what the hey, here I was anyway, with a day off from work, and nothing better to do at the moment. Besides if it would make Pabst happy, why not ? And a good cleaning never did any harm. So I just shut up and let the doc get on with it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He rolled the trolley with the contraption next to the examination table, but just a little behind my head. I had to twist around to see what was going on in back of me. The nurse saw me bend over and took hold of my head and shoulders, indicating I was to lay still and flat on my back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Doctor Kitzsler saw this and reassured me there was nothing to be troubled about.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It’s not that Doc,\" I told him, \"I’m just curious how you folks in Germany go about this. I always like to know what’s going to be stuck up into me.\" No matter where, I added to myself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ach so, in that case we will place the apparatus in view.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He moved the trolley forward so I could watch him. He started off by attaching a nozzle to the red rubber tube connected to the main receptacle. It was slightly curved and made of a harder black rubber, with several holes along the tip. He greased it up well with some kind of oil or gooey liquid, until the entire shaft was covered. He took some of the same stuff, poured a large amount on his fingers and then came and stood between my spread legs while giving the prepared nozzle to nurse Sigrid to hold.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt his fingers pressing on my bumhole while he rubbed the goo all over me. Then in went a first finger. He pumped it in and out, spreading the grease all along my asshole, inside and outside. It felt sort of wet and runny, more than thick and greasy. All the while he kept telling me to relax, breath slowly and deeply, not to push back on his finger, just let it slide in and out ‘naturally’.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that was a good one : naturally !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn’t feel any discomfort, but then he pressed a second finger in along with the first. It was a hard fit and if I hadn’t been all greased up and stretched open already, I don’t think it would have fit. But he got it into me anyway. It stretched my poor little hole to the limit of just not quite feeling any pain, but beyond enjoying it either. Well maybe ‘enjoying’ is a rather strong word for it, but just between you and me, I’ve had fingers in there at times and some other things as well and when done right by a proper gentleman or lady, it can be very nice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he was finally convinced I was opened up sufficiently, he withdrew his sticky fingers and wiped them off on a towel nurse Ziggy thoughtfully provided. Then she handed him the nozzle and tube. The nurse stood to the other side of me and used her two hands to open up my buttocks, spreading my cheeks and stretching my bumhole tight. The Doc smiled at me, told me to relax (again) and put his left hand on my lower belly, just above the hair line and pushed down and upwards, stretching me tight in that direction as well. I felt the nozzle push up against my bottom and with a twirling motion he just slipped the whole thing right up into me, like it was nothing. Well, compared to his two busy little fingers the nozzle wasn’t all that big in the first place. He just pushed it into me and told the nurse to let go of my buttocks. The nozzle was much smaller at the end than at the tip, so it stayed nicely in place as my asshole muscles tightened around it. The doctor wriggled it to and fro just to make sure it would stay put and then let go.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I shall now open the waterflow, Fraulein. Are you ready ? Please relax your sphincter and close your eyes.\" He told me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He turned a valve and then I felt the warm water entering me. It felt nice and pleasant. When I closed my eyes I could almost picture our old Kansas bathroom. I would get my cleanings either across my Mom’s lap or a bit later when I was older, kneeling in the bathtub. They never really hurt much, Mom never put too much soap in the water and took her time about things.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Herr Doktor took his time about it too, massaging my belly from time to time, pushing into me with his fingertips, or the palm of his hand and working the water up into my intestine. He asked if it burned or was too hot but I truthfully told him that it felt just Jim Dandy. He said something to the nurse and she went off to fetch whatever he asked for. I haven’t any idea how much water he pumped up into me, but it must have been a decent amount, since I was beginning to feel pretty full. Also I was beginning to feel an urge to do something.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse came back with a large flat metal pan. The Doc unlatched something under the table and I felt part of the table slide away from under me, leaving the end of my bottom suspended over the edge. Ziggy then slid the flat pan into a holder of some kind under my bottom. I looked up at the doctor and told him that I wasn’t going to use a bedpan like an old lady.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This caused him to smile. \"Ach Fraulein, not to worry. This is not for expulsion of water, but to catch water from second tube.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Second tube ? What was he talking about ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We are using the Twins, nicht wahr ? Now I use second nozzle to spray water on your sensitive areas helping to induce paroxysm. I haf decided it is best to use electrical stimulation combined with water agitation. It is a most pleasant and vivacious method.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, knowing the Herr Doktor by now, I didn’t doubt it for a moment. Still I was wondering what all the electrical stuff had to do with this. He had the nurse close off the valve while he prepared another of those nifty little appliances of his. It was much smaller than the Twins thank goodness, and didn’t use any water either. It was the size of a bread box and had several wires attached to it. He opened a drawer and rummaged around for something and finally took out a flat wooden box. Opening it up he selected a curved metal probe. It was pretty large around if you asked me. The Doc didn’t, and I had a sneaky suspicion about where he was going to stick that thing. From the looks of it there were only two places in a girls body where it would fit, and I wasn’t here for any dental work.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He attached it to a thin wire, rubbed some of the slick goo over the metal tip and checked that the machine was plugged into an outlet. It started humming very softly. The Doc held the probe in one hand by the handle and then pressed a finger to the metal tip. He arched his brows up and nervously pulled his finger back, smiling from ear to ear. He switched something off and turned around to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fraulein Brooks, this will provide electrical stimulation for the Innerliche Geslechtsteil, the inner genital region. It is quite pleasant and relaxing. This should help provoke a most pleasing paroxysm, a beneficial flow of energy and vigor throughout the body. Ja ?\" he told me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had expected that and wondered if I ought to have been outraged, utterly mortified or vividly eager. I guess he got all types. So I just replied with a ‘Ja’ in return.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to act like I was totally disinterested in the proceedings and didn’t give a hoot. But by now I was getting a bit intrigued by Herr Doktor Kitzsler’s treatment and I wouldn’t be honest if I denied it, but yes, just a mite aroused as well. I know all of us Hollywood actresses are supposed to be oh so blasé about everything, but between you, me and the wall, I had never done anything with an electrical probe before. I had never even imagined it either, to tell the truth. It sounded much too dangerous, but I figured that a doctor, and a Kraut at that, ought to know what he was doing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So instead of saying anything more, I just closed my eyes and really did my best to relax. The Doc didn’t say anything more, I just heard him come closer and take place between my legs. I felt his hand brush across my slit and with just a small touch of shame, I realized that I was getting wet. I don’t mean that any of the tubes were leaking water either. It was me and that little mouse between my legs that was off and running.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doc didn’t say anything, he just used two fingers to open me up a bit so he could slide that electrical probe up into my slit. It went in nice and easy, no trouble at all and fit just nicely. It was just a tad too cool for my liking at first, but before long it heated up just fine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there I lay, legs spread open wide and high, a small cotton smock covering my breasts and not much more, an enema nozzle stuck in my bumhole, my belly full of water and soap, my pussy filled up with a metal plug and about to be electrified. This was going to be a memorable first for little ol’ me, that was for sure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But just when I thought there were no more surprises in store for me, danged if the Doc didn’t spring another one. I expected him to tell me to relax, just like he had been doing ever since I got here. But no, he had one last gadget he was going to hook up before he turned on the juice. I opened up my eyes and saw him fiddling around with the large apparatus. He was hooking up another rubber tube to some valve or other and attached an odd looking nozzle to it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now where in the world was he going to stick that thing, I wondered ? It didn’t look all that big and the ending was flat and full of small holes, not rounded at the tip. I still had a mouth, a nose and two ears left, but somehow it didn’t seem like Herr Doktor Kitzsler’s style to stick anything in those.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He finally surprised me. \"Fraulein Brooks, this is the last attachment I will ready before commencing the treatment. This is small nozzle spray for stimulation. It will force sweet scented water out in a fine stream onto your clitoris. Together with the electrical agitation of the inner genitals this will produce a powerful and soothing paroxysm. Combined with the intestinal lavage it should help rejuvenate and invigorate. Ja ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Was he asking me or telling me ? I had to hand it to him, this was some setup.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was ready and really intrigued by now. But the funny thing was that just before he started the final part of the treatment I suddenly wondered how Herr Pabst got his therapy. After all, he was a hole shy of what I had, if you know what I mean. I had a sneaking suspicion that nurse Sigrid played a bigger role in Herr Pabst’s sessions than with me. I was trying to imagine a neat setup when the Doc turned open the final water valve and started spraying my little love bud.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Who-wee, that sure felt good ! He shot the water in a tight circle of small streams along the upper part of my slit. He then used two fingers to open me up and expose my little nodule to the gushing water. It was like a shock ! I tried to pull away backwards but couldn’t move out of the way of the water geyser. Doctor Kitzsler followed my movements anyway, now and then rubbing me gently or giving my clit a little pinch. Then I heard him say something to the nurse and all of a sudden I felt the electric current buzzing and tickling inside of me. It started out slow and easy-like, but the nurse must have gradually increased the voltage so that I was soon experiencing waves of the most delicious feelings possible. They seemed to flow in and out of me, causing my pussy to contract and expand in rhythm to the pulses of electricity. Meanwhile the water stream was caressing my pleasure bud with hot pin pricks of scented water and my bottom was plugged up with an enema nozzle and a few quarts of water. God, I thought I was going to die of pleasure !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now if all that wasn’t enough, nurse Sigrid took hold of my shoulders and slowly worked her way lower, under my gown, until she had both my stiff nipples between her fingers. She kneaded them, teased and pulled to the left and right. I must have been moaning aloud by then I guess, and I was certainly moving my head to and fro, eyes closed, teeth clenched together. My hands were taut, stretched out by my side and I had trouble keeping my hips still. This was just absolutely too much. I couldn’t hold it any longer and as those delicious little waves of pleasure radiated out from my slit and love bud, I let go and shuddered all along my body, shaking and pumping my hips up and down, saying ‘Yes, yes, yes’ and moaning and groaning. Maybe it wasn’t dignified in the presence of other non-participants in the game of sex, but I just couldn’t help myself. And besides, this was the point of the whole treatment to begin with. No one was fooling me, certainly no German doctor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I calmed down, breathing deeply while I felt the current diminishing in the probe and the water spray being turned off. The Doctor removed the electrical conductor before he pulled out the enema nozzle. I was sopping wet between my legs of course, both from the water spray and my own excitation not to mention the perspiration that I had worked up from an honest measure of good old fashioned lust. I felt great. Truly and well invigorated like never before after a good fucking. Mostly I am drowsy afterwards and lethargic. I long for a smoke or some sleep, but not now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Both left me alone for some minutes to compose myself. The nurse draped a large towel over me, not I daresay for reasons of modesty, but I suppose to prevent me from catching cold. I was still so flushed and heated that I doubted it was necessary, but was grateful nonetheless.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I slowly regained control over my composure, a little disorientated still, but clear and light- headed. Doctor Kitzsler had put away most of the instruments by then and nurse Sigrid was cleaning the equipment. The doctor asked me how I felt and I replied that I felt quite wonderful and full of energy. I was still full of water but remarkably had not lost control of my bowels in the heat of my passion. I felt the urge to expel certainly, but it was not an insurmountable reflex thankfully.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By now several minutes had passed and the Doctor removed my legs from the stirrups. They were cramped and stiff from remaining in that posture for so long and I stretched them out and flexed them several times until I could sit up and get off the table. Nurse Sigrid led me to a water convenience where she left me alone to evacuate my bowels. It wasn’t enough that I had experienced such powerful sexual spasms and paroxysms a short while ago. That was followed by an equally fulfilling discharge of water and wastes, the likes of which I had not endured since my adolescence and childhood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was finished in the water closet, Doctor Kitzsler had already left the room. Nurse Sigrid stood smiling, ready with a warm bath robe for me. She took me to a bathroom, drew a nice hot bath, added some oils and scents and let me soak for a while in the soothing warmth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finished drying off, I was led back to the changing room and allowed to dress. Instead of seeing Doctor Kitzsler before leaving, I was shown to the reception room where Josefine was waiting for me. The secretary informed me that everything was taken care of and to feel free to make an appointment any time in the future I cared.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And you know what ? I did.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>AG</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<h3>NOTES</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>Aside from Herr Doktor Kitzsler, Nurse Sigrid and his staff, all the characters in this story are real. Of course the story is totally and entirely fabricated, absolutely false and fictional and has no bearing upon the persons therein depicted. I hope that you will be mature enough to take this tale with an indispensable amount of light heartedness, the customary grain of salt and an essential dose of irreverence. Everything is meant to be taken in fun and jest. I have tried to add a spirit of comedy and slight incredibility into what otherwise might have been just a mildly arousing bit of erotica, if even that. Nothing is meant to be taken seriously though I have borrowed a little bit from history.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Many of you will have recognized Louise Brooks, the silent screen actress and Ziegfield Follies dancer. I have used her in this immodest little tale, half in jest and half in admiration. For me she has truly been the model of beauty ever since my teens when I made her acquaintance in her Italian reincarnation as comic strip heroine Valentina. Later on I saw several of her films : Pandora’s Box, Diary of a Lost Girl and Prix de Beauté. Even though silent movies, they are masterpieces all, sublime tales of love and desire. Anyone interested in the person of Louise Brooks, as actress or as beauty is invited to visit the Louise Brooks Home Page for a first acquaintance.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Modestly, I further add that the Doctor Kitzsler featured here is of course the father of the good doctor Sigrid Kitzsler of post war fame. Is there a special reason that the doctor’s assistant nurse is also named Sigrid ? Most likely there is, but I am not yet quite sure what that reason will turn out to be. In any case, the Doctor’s daughter was just born when this story takes place. Both father and daughter are gifted and talented, if somewhat unconventional, physicians, gynecologists and sexologists.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>You may also have recognized the apparatus that Doctor K. uses in his Gesundheidsklinikum. Somehow or other it turns up later in a small clinic in the US and is successfully put back to use by a pair of charming female doctors. For that story see ‘The Apparatus’. There is some uncertainty as to the exact nature of the apparatus, but rest assured. The elder Doctor Kitzsler ingeniously redesigned an already existing medical device for use as a dual enema machine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried to use an appropriate language for a story set in the Roaring Twenties. I haven’t knowingly used any modern day slang, but if I am mistaken, please feel free to point it out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used several passages from Louise Brooks’ book : ‘Lulu in Hollywood’ (1982). From chapter 7, ‘Pabst and Lulu’, I have used several sentences verbatim in the opening paragraph of this story. Louise Brooks maid, Josefine Muller was a real person, as was the German director G.W. Pabst. Leni Riefenstahl, at the time actress and later film director did visit the set of Pandora’s Box while Miss Brooks was filming.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am extremely appalled that Herr Doktor Kitzsler had his Klinikum in Prinz Albrechtsstrasse 7, right next to later Gestapo Headquarters in Berlin. I am sure that this is just an amazing coincidence and can be reasonably explained in a mature fashion, somehow or other.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>agracier@speculumpages.com<br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<h3>Translations</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>Ausgescheignet : outstanding<br />\r\nKrankenschwester : nurse<br />\r\nDer Zwilling : twins<br />\r\nGesundheitsklinikum : Health clinic<br />\r\nTherapiezentrum : therapy center<br />\r\nLassen Sie uns allein bitte : leave us alone please<br />\r\nnicht wahr ? : isn’t it so ?<br />\r\nZu befehl : yes sir / I will obey your orders<br />\r\ngenädige Fraulein : dear Miss<br />\r\nWir werden der Zwilling brauchen in diesen Fall : we’ll use the twins in this case<br />\r\nAbspulung und Reinigung : rinse and cleaning<br />\r\nnaturlich : of course</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,9,9,'en',0,'<p>It looked like 1963 was going to be another wasted summer. My mother wanted to come back home to Europe for an extended vacation. My father didn\'t even bother to argue. He just booked tickets for a steamship passage on one of the swiftest lines.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We disembarked at Le Havre and took the boat train to Paris. From there on we chugged north all day in a passenger carriage that had probably carried troops to the Battle of the Marne once upon a time. At the train station it was the same disconcerting vaudeville as always. Aunts, uncles and cousins I didn\'t even know I had milled around us like in a Marx Brothers comedy. \"Oh, it\'s been sooo long....My, how he\'s grown....And this is our little Alex ?...\" pinch pinch on the cheek and ruffle the hair. I got dozens of unwanted hugs and disgusting kisses. I didn\'t know which kind was worse : the untrimmed whisker scratchers or the sloppy lipstick and perfume smackeroos.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And the worst of it was I hardly even understood half of what my relations were saying to begin with. It took me at least a week before I got the hang of the old language again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The trip back to the old country fell into a familiar routine. Visits here, more visits there, parade the kid and the new fur coat and jewelry for the relatives and then some more of the same all over again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was older this second time over and not so manageable as before. After a week I got so on my parents\' nerves that they dumped me with an aunt while they continued their itinerary. It could have been worse I guess, but at least I didn\'t have to dress up for dinner twice a day anymore and play Little Lord Fauntleroy in short pants.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The aunt\'s name was Rosalie and she was actually my mother\'s aunt even though she was younger than her niece. That made her my grand-aunt (I think). This confused me to no end when it was explained to me at the time. Not that it mattered in any practical way though. Older female relatives were \'aunts\', older males were \'uncles\'. All the kids were \'cousins\' no matter whose offspring they were. And I looked down on all of them, European wimps that they were. That was still the time when most folks in Europe thought the streets were paved with gold in the US, the gullible twits. No kidding. That\'s how it went in those days. The questions they asked at times were simply unbelievable. I wondered how anyone could ever be so stupid.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Aunt Rosa\'s son was two years younger than I. His name was Marc and all things considered, he was OK if a bit of a milksop. Uncle Francis was no longer around. Something happened to him a few years back. He had passed on and Aunt Rosa was on her own. She did however have a sort of semi-permanent live-in lady friend/housekeeper named Sophie. I wasn\'t all too sure about the protocol, but she had a lot to say about how things were done in the household. For all practical purposes I was lodged with two aunts while my parents were off gallivanting around Paris and London for a week or two. I just hoped that another war wouldn\'t break out and leave me stranded over here. The idea alone scared the hell out of me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My two \'aunts\' scared the hell out of me too, if for different reasons. On the one hand they pampered me and were so solicitous of my well-being it was almost embarrassing. After all, I was an American and therefore they imagined me a dollar millionaire by virtue of nationality alone. On the other hand I was still a child and to be treated as such. These were the days before teenagers and adolescence were discovered in Europe and given their proper place in the scheme of things.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But it had it\'s good sides too. Dinners were scrumptious and plentiful, if a trifle different from what I was used to. Deserts were a heaven of delights - cakes, pies and cream puffs galore. Afternoon outings always included visits to a chocolatier and large ice cream parfaits and if I were so inclined (and I was) aunt Rosa even bought me ice cream cones filled up with nothing but whipped cream.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course my metabolism suffered accordingly. I had never been one for using strange bathrooms willingly and though thankfully they didn\'t have French squatter toilets, the accommodations were still a bit weird for my taste. Everything was just slightly different and old fashioned. Toilets were generally built outside the house, even in small city backyards. Bathrooms were just that : bathrooms, a place to wash and bathe. For emergencies or in bad weather there were always chamber pots. It was simply mortifying.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was dinner time about 3 or 4 days into my stay at aunt Rosa\'s when she announced it was bath night. I finished stuffing an éclair into my mouth and turned to my cousin Marc thinking stupidly that I could gather some information by the look on his face. Silly me, he just smiled and grabbed the last piece of torte.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Marc, shouldn\'t you think of your cousin Alex first ?\" Aunt Rosa pleasantly chided.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right Madame,\" I replied, ever the courteous little gentleman I never was around my parents. \"I\'m oh so full. It was very good.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Isn\'t it nice to see young people eat so heartily ?\" That was \'aunt\' Sophie. She smiled in my direction. \"We\'ll put some weight on you yet before you leave. Don\'t you worry. Why you\'re almost skin and bones, poor thing.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was nothing of the sort. But these kind of comments were expected of European aunts. If you didn\'t look like a roly-poly King Wenceslas you were underweight.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why don\'t you and cousin Alex go amuse yourselves in the living room until your dinner\'s digested dear ?\" Aunt Rosa said to her son. \"Then it will be time for a nice hot bath.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We stood up while aunt Sophie started clearing the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now financially speaking our European relations may have thought my family a cross between the Rockefellers and Paul Getty, but my aunt Rosa hadn\'t done too bad for herself either. She had a telephone in the house, a radio (no TV yet, there wasn\'t anything to view anyway), a black shiny Ford she couldn\'t drive and a large enameled bathroom with hot water geyser. No filling up a tin tub with buckets in front of the coal stove in this household. She was very proud of her house and appliances. Accordingly I found out that taking a bath was a big production.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>About an hour after dinner, aunt Sophie came to escort us upstairs. She was in charge of \'getting things ready\'. The bathroom was next to aunt Rosa\'s bedroom, which was where we were taken. I had never been inside there before. It was a large frilly over-decorated room, smelling of perfume and talcum powder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your clean pajamas are already laid out for you.\" Aunt Sophie pointed towards the bed. \"I\'ll draw the water while you boys get undressed. Don\'t take too long now....\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back home, stateside, I had been used to swimming nude at the Y, though I cringed at the thought of my parents ever seeing me do so. I don\'t think they did. But in contrast to the mass skinny-dipping I indulged in, I also took my own baths in private and had been doing so for about as long back as I could remember. It must have been for about 3 years or so. An eternity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wasn\'t so keen on the idea of bathing with my cousin. And even less on being bathed by one of these aunts. Marc didn\'t seem to mind one way or the other and he started on his shoes first, then pants, underpants and shirt last. I didn\'t really want to look, but couldn\'t help staring at him anyway. As if he even tried to be modest to begin with.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He fiddled around with his prick a bit and hopped from side to side while I stood in the middle of the bedroom, not knowing what to do. \"C\'mon Alex. I\'ve got to take a pee first. I can\'t wait.\" He hurried into the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wanted to point out that the toilet was downstairs, but then figured that he should know that by now. Then an idea struck me. Maybe aunt Rosa had a normal bathroom after all ? I was still trying to figure out what I should do, if anything, when aunt Sophie came to see what was taking me so long.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s the matter Alex dear ? Hurry up now and take off your clothes so we can get you into the bath.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ahhh Auntie Sophie ?\" That was how she liked to be called. \"Back home I have my own bathroom.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My goodness isn\'t that nice ? I guess everybody does ?\" She thought I was trying to impress her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No no, I mean I take my own baths.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Doesn\'t anybody come to wash your back ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No ma\'am.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Or look to make sure you\'ve washed all over ?\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shook my head and started to feel a slight fluttering in my stomach.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well that\'s silly. Just come along now and we\'ll show you how we do things here.\" That must have been the first time anybody even hinted that the American way of doing things might not be better. I didn\'t know what to reply.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Shouldn\'t I wait until Marc\'s finished ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The water will be cold by then, and we can\'t afford to draw water for two baths in a row, now can we ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn\'t see why not, but said nothing. My European relations were masters at playing the impoverished relatives when it suited them.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you want me to call aunt Rosa to give you a hand ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, please...I\'d rather not.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good. Now don\'t be so nervous. I\'ve been doing this for so long. I\'ve seen lots of little boys without their clothes on you know.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m not a little boy...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She looked at me probably thinking me oh so cute - me considering myself a grown-up and not even needing to shave yet. I did however sport a little bush of adolescent hair in another more private place. I had been rather proud when I first noticed it a few weeks ago, but now I wasn\'t so sure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Of course not. I\'ve seen lots of men without their pants on as well.\" She winked and puckered her lips, taking me by the arm. \"I don\'t mind one bit.\" Aunt Sophie began unbuckling my belt. She loosened the waist button and pulled the garment down around my ankles. The trouser legs were wide enough in those days to slip over my shoes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She hooked her fingers into the hem of my underpants and pulled them down around my thighs. I started blushing and could have sworn I felt my prick start to blush as well. As it was it just stiffened a little. I tried to pull my briefs back up but aunt Sophie blocked my hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Tsk tsk tsk now Alex. It\'s all right. You know we have to undress you for your bath. Let\'s get the rest off too, shall we ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt the utter fool and completely exposed, the more so for still wearing my shoes. Aunt Sophie had me lift my arms so she could remove my sweater. Guiding me towards the large fluffy bed, she had me sit down while she took off my socks and shoes. That done she had me lean on my back so she could slip off my briefs. \"Lift your legs up into the air a little dear, so your Auntie can undress you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was practically mortified by the idea alone and tried to wiggle them off myself. Aunt Sophie caught hold of my ankles and lifted them high, forcing me on my back. Smiling she took off my last piece of clothing. \"There we are.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There we were indeed. I wanted to sit back up but she told me to lay still. Holding one leg of mine she sat down next to me. I could feel the bed sag under her weight and I was shifted nearer to her. Still murmuring she placed my leg in her lap and took hold of my prick. \"Open your legs a little bit more dear, ....your auntie just wants to check and see if everything\'s all right and if you\'re keeping yourself clean.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried shutting my eyes and wondered what would happen if I just belted her one. Not that I would ever have dared. In spite of all my thoughts I hardly even fidgeted or tried to pull away. Nobody had even handled me down there for the last few years. Not even the school doctor back home had taken a peak. Now this older lady, an aunt by virtue of age only, was unabashedly giving my apparatus a good look see.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s good they didn\'t cut your tally-whacker. It\'s so much prettier this way....\" She was referring to my uncircumcised foreskin. That was part of my European heritage I guess. Many years later I learned that my parents had had an awful row about this little aspect of my anatomy. My mother got her way of course.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the moment however I didn\'t see the need for comment. Aunt Sophie tried pulling down on my prepuce but couldn\'t get it past my glans. She rolled the tip around in her fingers, testing the elasticity. \"It looks like we\'re going to have to make doubly sure everything\'s working all right here. We\'ll see after the bath.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She then pressed my prick up against my abdomen so she could get a good look at my testicles. Aunt Sophie rolled them around in her palm and kneaded them with her fingers. \"Hmmm...this looks all right, but it is a shame about that nasty hair you\'re beginning to sprout down here. Maybe we can take care of that as well. Won\'t that be nice ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had no idea what she was talking about, but instinctively I knew it would be humiliating.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please Auntie Sophie, can I get up now ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just a minute dear. There\'s no hurry is there ? Just a little look at your fannyhole. We\'ve got to make sure that\'s nice and clean, mustn\'t we ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could have cared less, but knew she wouldn\'t find much. I hadn\'t used that ignominious little muscle for several days now, I was that stuffed up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Legs a little higher now Alex, come on.\" She prodded with a finger but I was sealed tight back there. Rubbing her finger along my puckered sphincter didn\'t help either.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh my dear, you mustn\'t be so tense. We always do this before bath time, to check if you\'ve been going regularly. Have you been to the commode today ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I pretended not to understand her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think you\'ve waited too long. That will never do you know. A person can become very ill if he doesn\'t go to the bathroom every day. Do you understand ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did and all too well. \"I\'ll go after the bath Auntie Sophie, I promise.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hhmmm....\" She put my legs down and I gratefully sat back up, crossing hands over my prick. \"You wait here. I\'ll be right back.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A minute or so afterwards she came back from the bathroom, carrying a folded towel in her hands. I could tell there was something wrapped up in it. Putting the towel with the ominous bulge down on the bed, aunt Sophie told me to stand up in front of her. My heart was thumping as I shakily got to my legs. She opened her legs and ruffled up her skirt a bit.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Come a little closer.\" She pulled me between her thighs. \"I just want to feel your tummy here and there. Relax dear.\" With her fingers she prodded my abdomen and pressed inwards. Then she had me turn around, presenting my backside to her. Her arm snaked around front and pushed into my underbelly again. I could feel her legs tighten around me as she clasped me firmly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now there\'s just one little thing we have to check Alex.\" She let go of me and stood up. \"But first I\'m going to change into something more comfortable. I have to put on a frock for your bath anyway. I don\'t want to get all wet when you splash around.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could have told her that I didn\'t really splash around and play with rubber ducks anymore, but somehow I had the feeling that wasn\'t what she was referring to. By now I had perceived that all this was turning out to be an activity of an entirely different nature altogether. It was embarrassing, disconcerting and disturbing, but very arousing on another level. I was too young to completely understand what was going on, but I had enough sense to just let things happen and see what came of them. It seemed I was beginning to like standing around naked in front of aunt Sophie.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While I was contemplating the apparent paradoxes in my situation, aunt Sophie went to a large wardrobe and choose a white garment. She draped it over the wardrobe door. She then loosened her blouse and skirt and stepped out of them. She discarded her shoes and bent over to rummage for a pair of slippers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked wide-eyed at her. Of course she still had on a multitude of undergarments, covering just about all of her upper body and thighs, but even so I was transfixed at her brazenness. Well maybe that was too strong a word. Unconcernedness might be more fitting. She was wearing flimsy and frilly things, a beige slip around her waist, a white brassiere and something with straps on top. I hadn\'t had much experience with these kinds of undergarments, but I could tell they were of good quality and not something ordinarily worn for the benefit of young nephews.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bending over she rolled off her stockings after unclasping them from a garter belt. Last aunt Sophie unhooked her slip and discarded it as well. She was still wearing lace trimmed knickers. Turning around to give me a smile she took the garment she had fetched from the wardrobe. It was a white colored apron of sorts, open in the back, fastened with a knot.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There, that\'s much more comfortable.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once again she sat down next to me. She shuffled up onto the bed and patted her lap. \"I want you to come and lay down on your tummy for me like a good little boy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By now I just nodded and said nothing as she took hold of my arm and guided me into position. I bent over to kneel down on the bed before lowering myself. My prick was pressed against the crisp clean fabric of her apron. She opened her legs a bit to accommodate me and patted my behind. \"There we are. Your auntie\'s just going to feel around inside a bit, so we can see what we need to do. It won\'t hurt at all, but you must relax and let me do what I have to. Understand dear ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I guess so...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right. I do this for Marc and aunt Rosa quite often, and if you be a good boy maybe we\'ll do something special before you go to bed tonight. Would you like that ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What is it ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh I can\'t tell you that right now. But aunt Rosa and I know what little boys like. Promise to obey and do as we tell you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You must say so out loud. Say \'I promise to do what my aunties tell me\'.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I repeated what she told me, feeling silly and aroused at the same time. \"That\'s good. I can tell you\'re not going to be a naughty boy, are you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was shivering from anticipation and apprehension by now. Something about all this was dreadfully naughty all right, but I was sure that wasn\'t what she meant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No Auntie Sophie, I\'m not. Promise.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good, now I\'m going to put something soft and slippery into your little hole. It will be a little bit cool, but don\'t be startled, all right ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right....\" I closed my eyes and buried my face in the bed covering.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heard her unscrew a glass jar and then felt my behind being pried open. Her finger daubed something cool and greasy into my asshole and she worked it around, into and around my sphincter. She pushed her finger in a bit but didn\'t press in all the way.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now just relax dear, it\'s all right. I\'m going to stick something small up your fanny so I can see if there\'s anything that must come out. It won\'t hurt a bit. But you must lie still.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She fiddled around with something I couldn\'t see from my position. I tried to look.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s the matter dear ? Don\'t you trust your aunt Sophie ? I\'m just going to use a little rubber rod. It\'s soft enough to bend and isn\'t very thick around. Want to see ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shouldn\'t have but I couldn\'t resist. Aunt Sophie held up a thin red rubber baton. It was rounded at the end, about a foot long and as wide as her pinkie. She had spread something oily along the thin shaft.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There, it\'s not too big now, is it ? I\'m sure you\'ll be used to much bigger things before you grow up. Maybe we can see about that before you go back home. Would you like that ? Every boy should be used to using his fanny for other things than just going to the bathroom.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was listening with all my attention, but without really understanding all the implications. It sounded very naughty indeed. \"I don\'t know aunt Sophie, maybe...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll see. Let\'s do this first, all right ?\" I lay my head back down and tried to calm the beating of my heart. Aunt Sophie parted my buttocks again and pushed the tip of the rubber rod into my behind. She teased at first, going in and out and then exerted more pressure, slipping the pliable stick into my anus and rectum. It tingled as it went in and I felt funny in my insides.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There we are dear. Wasn\'t that easy ? Our little stick is already inside your fanny.\" She waited a bit and ruffled my hair. \"It feels good, doesn\'t it darling ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A little bit...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You can\'t fool me. I can feel how stiff your little wee-wee is.\" She used a slang word for my prick. It sounded vaguely smutty to my ears but she seemed to like using it. And she was of course right on about my penis. \"I put some Vaseline and glycerin on the stick to make you feel warm around your fannyhole. Doesn\'t it feel nice ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It felt odd and disquietingly pleasant. The glycerin didn\'t sting at all, but it did make my asshole relax and glow at the same time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now we\'re going to slide it all the way in. Here we go darling. Push a bit for me.\" I started to flex my legs but aunt Sophie giggled. \"No no. relax your bumhole and push it out gently, like you\'ve got to go. All right ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did as she asked. As I tried to concentrate and flex my asshole, aunt Sophie wiggled the rubber rod and inserted it the full length. She waited a while and praised me for being so obedient.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was almost overwhelmed by the sensations I was experiencing. True it was just a tiny rod all things considered, but it was my first anal penetration from the outside in. I was shaking from desire, only I didn\'t know it at the time. I thought it was from embarrassment but deep down I think I knew better.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then aunt Sophie withdrew the rod slowly while keeping my bottom clenched wide open with her other hand. The rod slid out and holding it up to the light aunt Sophie examined it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Tsk tsk Alex. This looks rather stained to me.\" She laid it down on the towel. \"I think we\'re going to have to clean you out before you get into the bath. I\'ll let Aunt Rosa take a look, but I\'m sure she\'ll agree with me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stood up and put the towel with the soiled rubber rod on a vanity. \"You wait here a minute. Don\'t go away now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wondered where she thought I would get to in this lack of outfit. I sat back up and hugged my arms around me. Aunt Sophie saw me and thought I was cold. \"Oh silly me. I\'m sorry darling. Put this on until I get back.\" She took a hanger out of the wardrobe. It was something white and satiny - a nightgown or negligee ? I shook my head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t be silly, it\'s just a bathrobe.\" She spread it over my shoulders and tucked it around me. It was too soft and thin to be a bathrobe but I did as she told me anyway.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A minute or two later my two aunts were back. They studied the stick on the towel while I sat huddled on my aunt Rosa\'s bed. This was so difficult. I didn\'t know which was worse : my real aunt seeing me naked with a stiff prick or seeing me dressed in one of her nightclothes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She apparently thought nothing of either. \"Oh you poor little darling. You must be so uncomfortable. Why didn\'t you say you were all stuffed up ? That\'s what happens when you travel you know.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She was right about that. I just shrugged.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You mustn\'t be shy about such things. Not in my house. Now you just wait here while we finish giving Marc his bath. Then your aunt Rosa and Sophie will take care of you. You\'ll feel so much better afterwards. I promise.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My aunts disappeared inside the bathroom for several minutes. I heard the faucets shut and then some splashing noises. Aunt Rosa came back out first. She was carrying a few items and put them down on the bed where I could see them. There was another clean fluffy towel, a glass jar of Vaseline, a small bottle, two little cardboard boxes, a pair of large tweezers, some tissues and another rubber stick, this time not so long.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She smiled at me and patted my head. \"I\'m going to change into something more practical. I won\'t be a moment.\" I nodded and looked at the objects lying next to me trying to figure out whatever they were for. \"Don\'t touch anything dear.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I won\'t.\" I replied, looking at my aunt Rosa undressing at the foot of the bed. She too removed blouse and skirt revealing a long one pieced slip. This she undid as well and let it drop to the floor. Going one further than aunt Sophie, she also unlatched her bra but kept her knickers on.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help but stare at her revealed ample bosom. Thinking she might be angry for me peeping I turned away. \"It\'s all right to look Alex, I\'m your aunt after all. I don\'t want you to feel shy while you\'re staying here.\" She sauntered past me and went over to the wardrobe choosing a similar white apron-like garment to wear. She tied it fast and came back to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stand up a moment my darling and take off the robe, while I fix the bed. I don\'t want to make a mess while attending to you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I stood to one side my aunt took a pillow and placed it near the edge of the bed. She draped a large towel over it. \"Lay down on your back over here now..... That\'s right a little more forward...\" Aunt Rosa snuggled the cushion up into the small of my back so that I was positioned with my bottom slightly elevated.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lift your legs up for me now. We\'re going to use a little suppository to get you started. It will just tingle a bit inside your fanny and help you go.\" She used a dialect word that meant \'little candle\' instead of the proper \'suppository\'. When she opened one of the boxes and unwrapped an object inside I understood why it was called so. The rectal pill was somewhat longer than her index finger and about as thick around. It was tapered like a candle and seemed to be made of a similar waxy substance. \"There\'s just some glycerin and some other things in it. It won\'t burn, you\'ll see. And I\'ll make it nice and slippery so it will enter easily.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Unscrewing the Vaseline jar my aunt dipped her finger in and anointed the suppo. Then she opened the other bottle and dropped the \'little candle\' in. It bobbed lazily about in an oily looking liquid. It was glycerin, apparently a favorite element whenever there was any rectal cleaning going on in aunt Rosa\'s household.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now just a bit of slippery stuff on your fannyhole and we\'re all set...\" I felt her daub some Vaseline around my asshole. She rubbed it in slowly. \"There we are. Let me get this little fanny pill out of the bottle...\" here she used the tweezers to fish it out, \"...and into your bottom where it belongs. Ready ? Push out darling...there we are...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suppository flipped into me. Aunt Rosa pushed it in a ways with her finger and wiggled around. Then she withdrew her digit and took hold of the rubber rod. She lubricated it quickly and inserted it into me as well. \"That\'s so we can push the suppo all the way up into you where it can work best.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was allowed to sit up while the suppo did it\'s work. My aunt cleaned her fingers and said it would be a few minutes before I felt anything. When I did I was to tell her. Meanwhile she was going to take a look at my prick, just like aunt Sophie had. My but these were a bevy of inquisitive ladies when it came to private parts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But truthfully by now I didn\'t really mind. I pretended being reluctant but didn\'t put much enthusiasm into the act. Aunt Rosa had me stand up in front of her while she handled my stiff prong. She too seemed enthralled that I was uncircumcised. And equally concerned that my foreskin did not retract. Cupping and rubbing my balls she commented on my nascent pubic hair.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Isn\'t that a shame ? Boy\'s wee-wees are so much softer without anything growing around them. We\'ll take care of that later dear, don\'t you worry.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wasn\'t worrying one bit and made a face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right. Aunt Sophie and I do it too,\" my aunt confided.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to picture it, but failed. Somehow however, I had the impression that I would be enlightened during my stay. The idea caused me to tremble. Aunt Rosa thought her \'little candle\' was already working.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you feel anything ? Keep it in you for a while longer dear.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right aunt Rosa, I don\'t feel much yet.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you sure ? Well you wait here for a while then. I\'ll be right back.\" She went into the bathroom. Several minutes later my cousin and two aunts came out. It looked like Marc was finished with his bath.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Aunt Rosa took Marc\'s pyjamas and handed them to aunt Sophie. \"Maybe you\'d better go tuck Marc in bed and come back to lend me a hand. All right ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sophie nodded and after the still naked boy kissed aunt Rosa goodnight, she led him from the room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, it looks like you\'re going to be staying up later than usual Alex. I hope you can manage, but it\'s very important that we clean you out thoroughly. You understand that, don\'t you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right Auntie. Back home I stay up much later than this.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe so, but we all have to get our rest, now don\'t we ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At that age I could have cared less. But I didn\'t say anything.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you feel anything yet ?\" My aunt asked, meaning the suppository I surmised.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did actually, but it was nothing very urgent. Like she had predicted I felt a warm tingling sensation inside my belly and my asshole felt slightly irritated, but beyond that I experienced no urge to move my constipated bowels. In fact the sensation was vaguely pleasant in an indescribable manner. \"A little something....\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hmmmm...well maybe we\'d better go into the bathroom in that case. Come along now.\" She held out her hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guiding me along ahead of her, I finally entered aunt Rosa\'s bathroom. It was spacious as bathrooms go and was elegantly if somewhat old-fashionedly decorated with white tiles from floor to ceiling. The floor was done in larger beige colored tiles with several bath-rugs adding a touch of color. There was a large sink with brass faucets and mirror overhead, an enameled bathtub set against a wall with water heater overhead, a few small wall cabinets and chair. In a corner there was a convenience I mistook for a toilet at first. It looked rather small and low however and when I spotted two faucets on one end I recognized it as a bidet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My parents, not wanting me to grow up ignorant of the ways of the world, had matter-of-factly informed me that in some European households, bidets were a common feature. And indeed, in hotels on the continent that had proven to be the case. They had however expressly neglected to enlighten me as to the contraption\'s true purpose. I ended up thinking they were used to wash one\'s feet. The ignorance of youth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When my aunt took a chamber pot from under the sink and placed it by the bath, I realized the room had no toilet. This was very disconcerting, to say the least. Up to now, I had always managed to avoid using such an antiquated object. The idea alone was disheartening.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you want to try now dear ?\" She nodded at the pot. \"Or shall we wait just a bit longer ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Aunt Rosa ? I\'d rather use the normal toilet please ?\" And in private.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t be silly. There\'s nothing wrong with this. Besides, you can\'t go to the WC dressed like that. You have nothing on. You\'ll surely catch cold.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But...but I can\'t....\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Of course you can my darling. Just sit down. We all do it like this when necessary. It\'s quite all right.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But I\'ve never done this before...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She smiled at me and wagged her head. \"So shy, you poor little thing. Would you rather I didn\'t watch this one time ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had no intention of ever letting it get beyond \'this one time\' in any case. I nodded.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, but just this once, understand ?\" She turned around and busied herself with the contents of a cabinet, rearranging and rummaging around. I would have preferred she just leave the bathroom, but I resigned myself that that would asking too much.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible I bent over and squatted down over the chamber pot. I felt utterly ridiculous and exposed. But in spite of all this I still did as my aunt wanted. Probably deep in my heart of hearts one side of me was enjoying all this attention given to me and my naughty parts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I strained and pushed but nothing came out. Somehow I had been afraid of this. Composing myself and trying to pretend I was elsewhere I tried again. Thankfully I felt something slide out my asshole. At least I had produced something. I tried again but it looked like I had given it my best shot. Nothing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, at least aunt Rosa couldn\'t say I hadn\'t tried. I wanted to be done with all this and get on with the bath so I could get dressed and slink off by myself somewhere. Standing up I wanted to push the pot away and out of sight. I didn\'t get the chance.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Finished already dear ? Let\'s take a look.\" She bent over to view the contents. \"Dear me, Alex. You\'ve only expelled the suppository, or what\'s left. Can\'t you do anything more ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My heart fell. \"I really tried aunt Rosa. Maybe tomorrow ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nonsense. By postponing things you\'ll only make them worse. We\'ll just have to try something different, that\'s all. But don\'t worry, I know how to take care of your little problem.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seemed as if she were rather pleased helping me with this \'little problem\'. I didn\'t consider it to be anything of the sort. Wondering what she was going to do, I sat down and watched my aunt gather an assortment of items. Some I recognized, some not.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She neatly set the jars of Vaseline and glycerin, clearly favorites of hers, on a marble counter. Then some packets and small boxes, much like those that had contained the ineffective suppository. She also placed a red rubber thingamajig next to the other items. It was shaped like a small balloon. I didn\'t know what it was, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn\'t anything you\'d find at a party.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My aunt also arranged some tube-like objects neatly next to the rubber balloon, a clean washcloth, a bar of soap, a glass jar and vial, and some other things I couldn\'t make out. Last she laid out an ominous looking syringe. It was much larger than those I knew from doctor\'s visits. It was made of metal and glass with a curved plunger handle. I didn\'t see any needle attached to the tip, so I guessed (prayed is a better word) that it had nothing to do with injections.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Seeing my wide eyes when she placed the syringe on the counter, aunt Rosa reassured me. \"There\'s nothing to worry about Alex. This is not for a shot or anything nasty like that. I\'m going to use this to get some medicine up into your fannyhole.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That wasn\'t nasty ? But I was relieved. After a \'little candle\' and a rubber rod or two up the bumhole, who was I to complain about a dose of medicine ?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What kind of medicine aunt Rosa ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, it\'s not really medicine. Just something to soften you up inside and help you expel everything. That\'s all. It\'s mostly some glycerin and oil dear. It will feel very nice and warm and tingly.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That\'s what she said about the suppo too. It had turned out to be a bit of an overstatement. I supposed this would be too.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Aunt Rosa prepared the syringe first. She attached a long rubber tube to the end and put it into the bottle of glycerin so she could draw the viscous liquid up into the glass container. She did the same with another bottle of yellowish colored liquid, a kind of oil I supposed and then finished by adding a milky thick substance. \"Just a teensy bit of soap dear,\" my aunt told me as I watched her preparations.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She capped off the syringe and lay it down on a towel. I couldn\'t help but stare at the contents - a thick glistening syrupy mixture, no doubt rich in irritants.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let\'s choose a nozzle to use with this, shall we ? Do you want to see what kind I have ? They all look so nice it\'s hard to make a choice, isn\'t it ?\" She pointed to some five different tubes she had laid out. They were of different sizes and lengths, several had curved tips. I saw now that they could be screwed on to the syringe and were undoubtedly intended to stick up my bottom. As for being difficult to choose from, I didn\'t really know. They all looked rather large to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Aunt Rosa held up a few so I could inspect them. My preference went out to the smallest size. I pointed to it. \"Alex darling, that\'s the smallest nozzle, you don\'t want me to use that one. Let me pick out something better for my favorite nephew.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She acted as if she couldn\'t make up her mind, holding up one nozzle at first and then another. Smiling she settled on the second largest - the tip was enlarged and bulbous and the shaft curved to about 45 degrees. It looked especially naughty to me. Aunt Rosa spread some Vaseline from her much used jar onto the nozzle and attached it to the syringe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Voila, all ready to squirt into your tummy. Why don\'t you bend over the chair for me ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There didn\'t seem any way I was going to get out of this so I resigned myself to obeying my aunt. I placed my arms on the sit and leaned over forward. \"No, no. That\'s not far enough. Lay down all the way on the chair, so your bottom is sticking up. That\'s right, snuggle forward a bit more and put your hands on the floor...\" She maneuvered me into place.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before inserting the syringe she added another daub of Vaseline to my asshole. She held the syringe upright and purged a bit of air out. A few drops of the slick solution oozed out and rolled down the nozzle slowly. For good measure, my aunt rubbed them into the Vaseline. Placing the tip up against my bumhole, she moved about until she was lodged in my opening. With a few deft motions, she moved up and down and inserted the curved nozzle. I could distinctly feel the bulbous tip being forced past my sphincter. It was a disquieting sensation, far from painful but just a shade beyond the pleasurable. She pushed up as far as she could and then depressed the plunger, slowly expelling the solution into my stopped up bowels. It felt cool going in.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Done, she retracted the nozzle in a similar manner, this time using a hand to hold my buttocks open. She placed the empty syringe back on the counter. Thinking the treatment finished I wanted to get up, but my aunt told me to stay as I was. \"Don\'t get up yet, dear. There\'s something else we have to do first. We\'re going to use another suppository, a different kind this time.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She unwrapped another of the \'little candles\' and held it under the running faucet, rubbing it up and down it\'s length. Kneeling down next to me she pressed the slippery suppo into my ass and wiggled it about. Then she withdrew it and reinserted it. This she did several times until I began to feel a burning sensation. This was no mere \'tingling\' or \'warm feeling\' but a distinct and sudden irritation. I moved around trying to rib myself of the annoying stick in my behind.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, no, Alex. Sit still and don\'t thrash around. You don\'t want to break this little soap suppo now do you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Soap ? It hurts aunt Rosa...please...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nonsense, it can\'t hurt at all. This is just a very mild soap candle. It only tingles a little bit. Now just lay still, I have to work up a little lather for your bottom-hole and then I can push it into you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well her idea of \'tingling\' and mine were very different to say the least. This really burned and irritated my ass, much more than the glycerin suppo ever did. I had to tense myself to remain relatively still. Even so I could not really control the contractions of my sphincter. It began to pucker and pull in and out. The burning began to spread inside of me as well.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Probably deciding that I couldn\'t take much more of this kind of stimulation, aunt Rosa inserted the soap baton all the way up my bowels. With her soapy finger she pushed it even higher. She left her finger in me for several moments telling me to try and control the spasms in my anus. \"Just relax dear and don\'t think about anything except how good you\'re going to feel in a little while.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She withdrew her finger and told me I could get up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There\'s just one more thing we have to do and then everything will be all right. But first I want you to wait a few minutes and go to the pot again.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wasn\'t this ever going to be finished ? I stood up shakily and squirmed around, not trusting myself to control my bowels. My aunt saw me making faces and tensing my buttocks and thighs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you feeling anything yet, dear ?\" She could tell from my movements that I most certainly was. \"That\'s good. But you must not let go yet. It\'s especially important that you keep the soap suppo in you. If you must you can press your bottom together.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did as she recommended but felt the fool with my hands on my behind. I doubled over as well to ease some of the cramping. \"Ooohhh....my...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe you had better sit down if you must dear. But let me put a clean towel on the chair first.\" Aside from a towel, she also pressed several tissues up against my asshole into the crease of my buttocks. \"There we are, now a little accident won\'t make much of a mess.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It wasn\'t the just the \'little accidents\' that I was afraid of, but of any and all. I rapidly sat down, welcoming the unusual and unnatural feel of something bunched up against my asshole. By now I could really discern the irritating effect of the soap suppo. My sphincter muscles especially were twitching and pulsing, as if anxious to expel the intruding object.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now you just wait a bit while I prepare this last thing for you. Remember to keep the suppo in. If it slips out I\'m going to have use a fresh one. Understand darling ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded. Gradually the burning subsided to a manageable level.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While I was sitting out the series of cramps and gritting my teeth with determination to see this through and get it all over with, my aunt Rosa was merrily preparing yet another, and hopefully last, component of her cleaning-out remedy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She filled the sink with warm water, I could see it steaming from where I sat, and added ingredients from various flasks and vials, stirring everything with her hand. I watched her lift her hand, covered with glistening soap suds, up to her face. She sniffed appreciatively and smiled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to get a whiff but beyond a general soapy fragrance, I couldn\'t make out much. Aunt Rosa saw me and held out her hand. \"It smells nice, doesn\'t it darling ? This is for you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I thought she meant she was going to wash my face or other parts with the soapy water. I was right in a manner of speaking, but not about the parts. By now I should have known better. For me, up till now, soap was something for the outside of the body. True, every now and then I would hear of mouths being washed out on account of the use of foul language but mostly those tall tales belonged to the realm of myth, being nothing but apocryphal anecdotes. Aunt Rosa however, thought soap equally suited for the insides, especially when used rectally.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made out a flowery soapy scent, mingled with several others - a fruitish-like aroma and something tangy as well. \"Just a few more minutes and then you can let the suppo and glycerin out. Then we\'ll start with the water and in no time at all you\'ll be empty and clean.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What do you mean Aunt Rosa ?\" I asked, dismayed that there seemed to be no end in sight to this intestinal cleaning.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why what did you think Alex sweetie ? I\'ve prepared this nice smelling water for your lavage. Surely you know what that is ? Maybe you call them clysters ? No ? A lavement ?\" Aunt Rosa used several words that I didn\'t really understand, though had she said \'enema\' in English I would have been just as ignorant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It doesn\'t matter, we\'re going to do it no matter what you call it.\" She continued arranging things and setting everything to her satisfaction. I saw her attach another nozzle to the balloon like thing. She gave a few squeezes into the air. I heard air escape loudly and knew what she was going to do with it. Another device for squirting things into someone\'s behind. This time it was for water I correctly realized. The things grown-ups didn\'t come up with. I thought it almost unbelievable, never before had I encountered such customs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A few minutes and several cramps later my aunt told me to expel whatever I could. As I stood up to use the pot, she took the tissues from between my buttocks and examined them. In spite of all my efforts, it seemed I had leaked some of the glycerin and oil. All in all it couldn\'t have been too much since the tissues were mostly dry. Still my aunt wagged her finger at me. \"Tsk tsk, Alex. You\'ve got to be more careful in the future. Big boys don\'t make a mess before going to the potty. Next time I\'d better fit you out with a stopper for your fannyhole. Or maybe I should keep my finger inside of you. How about that ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Truly I had no intention of there being a \'next time\' but said nothing. \"I\'m sorry aunt Rosa, but it really burns. And this is the first time anyone\'s ever done this to me.\" I hunched down over the pot, not trusting myself to remain in control anymore.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s all right dear, I\'m not upset or anything. I suppose you\'ve just never had the proper training. What a shame. But don\'t you worry. Your aunt will take care of that while your staying with us.\" She knelt down to one side of me. \"Now I want you to push out whatever you can. Take a deep breath now ....\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While she held on to my hand I did as she told me. I bore down and puckered my asshole. I felt a dribble of greasy moisture spurt out in fits and starts. Hardly worth the trouble.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My aunt looked between my legs into the chamber pot. \"Try a little bit more. The soap suppo didn\'t come out, did it ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had felt nothing solid.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Once again now, do it for me....gently but firmly....push with your fanny....\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I strained and pushed. With an audible flop, a small solid object dropped into the pot. An insignificant amount of liquid followed but at least I had passed the suppo, or what remained of it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There we are. That\'s a good boy. Stand up so I can clean you off.\" Aunt Rosa used a tissue to wipe my bottom. \"Now we\'re ready.... I want you to lay down on the bathrug with your belly upwards.\" Gingerly I sat down and lay back, very conscious that my prick was still very stiff. It stuck straight up into the air.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Spread your legs for me darling, that\'s right. Now lift them high so I can see your little bumhole.\" She rubbed it gently and stuck a finger in. \"Oh yes, I think you\'re ready for the lavage now. Feel how easily I can stick my finger in ? It slides right in and out. Just a little bit now and all that nasty stuff will slide out just as easily. You\'ll see.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She took the red rubber balloon with nozzle and squeezed. Then she dipped the tip into the sink and drew up water. She filled it up and pressed the nozzle, once again a curved thick shaft, up into my hole. As my aunt had predicted, she had no trouble inserting the tip, so distended and oft used was my bumhole by then. She squeezed and I felt the warm water flow into me. In one way it felt soothing since it at least diluted some of the remaining glycerin and soap. On another level it was an extra stimulation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After aunt Rosa had discharged half a dozen units of the warm and soapy solution into me, I began to feel an urgency of another kind. My innards began to churn and cramp, slowly at first and then more forcefully. It was all I could do to hold up everything without leaking. As it was, I felt trickles of water seep from around the nozzle each time it was inserted and removed. I knew my asshole was quivering from the pressure I exerted to keep it firmly closed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My aunt bade me lie still and receive an even dozen fillings. By then I was full and could take no more. I wanted to quickly expel the whole contents of my bowels, and it did not matter where. Even the chamber pot looked terribly inviting. But aunt Rosa had me wait. She let me put my legs on the bathroom floor but told me to keep them bent at the knees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While I waited and grit my teeth with each passing spasm, my aunt rubbed and massaged my belly, pressing gently here and there. She didn\'t always add to my comfort I was so distended in certain places, but she certainly meant well. Apparently she couldn\'t keep her hands off my prick either. From time to time she gave it a tweak or squeeze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally I felt I could hold it no longer. I begged to let it all out. Grudgingly she relented. \"All right dear, you go use the pot now. But normally we wait somewhat longer. This one time is OK, but from now on I want you to practice holding your lavage like a big boy. Understand ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nodded and carefully scrambled to my knees. Hunched over I tried to relax and let the water flow out of my bottom gently. The pressure was however too great and it gushed out in one long streaming flow. I felt something push against my insides blocking the flow of water. I waited, primed my muscles and bore down again. My ass opened up and I expelled several days waste and muck. It came out in bits and spurts, plopping into the potty, followed by more.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By the time I finished I was quivering and covered in sweat. Aunt Rosa told me to wait a bit as more was surely to come. She was correct. Two more minor loads passed until I was empty.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My aunt briefly examined the contents of the pot, smiled at me and covered it up. She put it away in a corner. Standing up, she cleaned me off and shoed me into the bathtub. Remarkably the water was still agreeably warm and I gratefully sank in to my neck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While I was soaking, my other \'aunt\' Sophie came back. Together they cleaned up and set the equipment back in it\'s place. I noticed that it was aunt Sophie who got to carry the chamber pot out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My bath was just about as thorough as my internal lavage had been, but not half as memorable. The ladies both fiddled around excessively with my private parts, not entirely to my dissatisfaction mind you, but in any case to a degree that I was not accustomed to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The bath finished I was dried off in a big fluffy towel and then rubbed in with scented talcum powder. For good measure, my aunt applied some lotion to my asshole. She told me it was just meant to sooth the opening. It did.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Brushing my teeth and combing my hair seemed such mundane activities after all the previous, that I felt vaguely unsure of what I was doing. This was just too normal.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But thankfully, it looked like that was all there was going to be tonight.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, look at the time !\" Aunt Rosa exclaimed as I put the toothbrush away. \"We must get you into bed. There\'ll be time enough tomorrow for the other things.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Those were my sentiments exactly and with a little bit of luck, my aunt might probably forget about \'the other things\', whatever they were.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At last I was allowed to dress and though in a manner I welcomed the relief of being clothed once again, in another way I regretted it. All things considered nothing all that unpleasant had happened. Unusual yes, and naughty and arousing though I couldn\'t really appreciate it at the time. I did however know that this was something I should probably best not tell my parents about.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>AG</p>\r\n\r\n<p>________________________________________________________________________</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Notes : Once again this is a mix of truth and fantasy. My European relatives had a disconcerting effect on my youthful libido, though I\'m sure they never intended to do so. That is just the way things happen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While on (constipated) vacation in Belgium I can vividly remember being dragged along to the pharmacist and having my grandmother or grand-aunt ask for a box of children\'s \'little candles\' (suppositories) in a very loud voice so all and sundry could hear. Maybe the neighborhood pharmacist was hard of hearing and everybody yelled, that could be, but I do recall turning several shades of red and wishing I had never left the comfort and warmth of summertime USA for this kind of vacation. The suppos were usually composed of glycerin and other irritants, though at times my relatives also used soap batons. Those were very effective indeed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Afterwards I would be equally embarrassed if not more so, when I had to submit to the insertion of the purchased suppos. A semi-pubic bath followed, other relatives trooping unconcernedly through the bathroom to other parts of the house while my aunt or grandmother continued washing me very thoroughly all over. They always seemed to pay an inordinate amount of attention to my uncircumcised prick. Then again maybe they were just concerned about hygiene.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was always very glad to leave them all behind and head back to the good ol\' US of A.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried to add a bit of humor to this story by exaggerating here and there. My relatives were all very sweet and well meaning and aside from keeping me squeaky clean, also did their utmost best to spoil me rotten. Sad to say, they didn\'t succeed. My mother would at some point put her foot down, have a row with her mother and/or aunt, drag me along with <br />\r\nher for several days until I got so on her nerves that she left me in their care again. Then we would start all over again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A last comment : people in Europe weren\'t really all that gullible as I make them out to be. Sure back in the 50s and 60s they had an exaggerated idea about American wealth and prosperity, but nobody actually believed that all the streets were paved with gold. Only those in Hollywood.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,10,10,'en',0,'<p>I was lying naked on the treatment table except for a small sheet that just barely. covered the lower part of my belly and pubic area. I was getting a little cold waiting for the therapist to prepare the solution for the enema I was about to receive. She was waiting for the water to warm up to the proper temperature before she would mix the other ingredients in to the solution. This process seemed to take forever and I was becoming anxious to get started I felt embarrassed and vulnerable lying there on the table with my cock and balls just hanging there for the all world to see. My cock was trying to withdraw back into my body for protection like a collapsed accordion and my balls were trying to follow. They were drawn up close to my body in to a tight ball.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally, she said \"We\'re about ready to begin … I will need to lubricate your anal area and help you relax a little more so please roll over on your left side and pull your right knee up toward your chest and just relax.\" She snapped on a rubber glove and coated two fingers with a thick white cream. It smelled very pleasant. \"Its got vitamin E in it.\" She said. \"Now just relax and take some deep breaths for me. I\'m going to touch you now\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt the tip of her finger lightly brush my anus. I took a deep breath as she started to gently massage in slow circles around the outside. I started to relax a bit now and was beginning to become less aware of my nakedness. I took another deep breath.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After several minutes of massage, I could feel her finger tip just begin to enter my ass. She didn\'t go in very far, maybe a half an inch or less. Then she stopped massaging and just held her finger there until I got used to the feeling. I started to relax even more. My inhibitions were beginning to fall away. I lost track of time before I could feel her finger move in slow small circles again as it began to slowly penetrate a little deeper in to my ass.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Very slowly, she moved further in until her finger was inside me but only as far as the first joint. She then bent her finger and began to massage the floor of my pelvic area. She massaged in a full circle, then she penetrated in a little deeper and with one finger inside and her thumb outside she began to massage my perennial area.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She said \"I can feel you are relaxing a bit now, you had a lot of tensions built up. This is where we store all of our stresses. You just don\'t realize how much.\" Now, she moved even deeper into my rectal chamber, moving in slow circular movements, pausing as she went so I would get used to each new feeling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally, her finger was fully inserted inside of me. It was warm and her hand was warm as her knuckles pressed against my balls. She had very long and slender fingers. \"Take another deep breath\", she said and gently pushed even deeper in to me and rotated her hand 90 degrees so she could massage my tail bone from the inside.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This felt wonderful. \"Keep relaxing \"she said. \"You really needed this. Take another deep breath.\" I was beginning to feel so relaxed I could hardly move. She had extensive knowledge about anatomy and massaged areas inside of me I didn\'t know I had.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She then rotated her hand around again and moved down slightly until it felt like she was touching my prostate but I wasn\'t sure. She began to move slowly in a zigzag motion up and down over the area. Then she pressed a little harder and. I started to feel droplets of pre cum fluid forming at the end of my cock even though it was limp. My leg was getting moist from the slippery fluid where my cock had been trying to hide.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After several minutes of this massage I could feel it slowly flowing down my leg and onto the sheet covering the table. I was producing an enormous amount of the clear liquid. I never experienced anything like this before. She was touching an area where the nerves felt like they ran directly to the base of my cock. I wanted to squeeze tightly around her finger with my ass but she said \"keep relaxing and take a deep breath.\" So I did.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a few more minutes of this, and the fluid still flowing, she finally said, \"Well, I think we are about ready for your enema. You are as soft as a baby inside now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was as limp as a rag now but my cock was beginning to show signs of life. I was getting embarrassed again because I didn\'t want to have a huge hard-on there on the treatment table. As every guy well knows, their cocks have a mind of their own. They do pretty much what they want, but even so, I tried to think about baseball to get my mind on something else.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She added the other ingredients to the warm enema solution and fitted the nozzle on to the rubber tube leading from a large rubber enema bag on a stand. It looked twice as large as the \"drug store\" kind. \"I like to use the \"Feminine Hygiene\" nozzle. she said \"It works much better because the water flows out of the sides in a softer spray and will feel much more comfortable during the procedure.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She lubricated the bulbous tip with plenty of the pleasant smelling cream, then covered the entire nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Take another deep breath and just relax.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could feel cool the round tip of the nozzle as it found its target. The cool blob of cream felt good against my ass. Then slowly and smoothly slid it into my rectum. She inserted it in about half way and stopped. She said \"I\'m going to start your fill now\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heard a click as she opened the clamp to start the flow. At first I could not feel anything. Then after about 30 seconds I started to feel the first hint of warmth inside me. Ah, there it is, it\'s beginning. I can feel the warmth starting to grow but it still doesn\'t feel like liquid yet. Just a warm feeling starting to spread up in my rectum. Now I can start to feel the flow as my rectal chamber begins to fill and she slides the nozzle all the way in. I try to imagine the spray of water as it gives my prostate a warm shower.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now I can feel the enema starting to stretch the walls of my rectum as it balloons out to receive the soothing flow. The warmth from the enema is spreading up into my belly and down into my legs. It feels good. I feel completely relaxed now and close my eyes. I take another deep breath without being told.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She held the nozzle tight in my ass. I could feel her finger tips pressing against my swelling anus. She started to massage my belly with her free hand, coaxing the flow to move even deeper into my body. As the enema slowly worked its way further up into the hidden recesses of my colon I felt my cock starting to swell. The colon walls are beginning to stretch from the constant flow. The nerves in the colon sense they are being stretched and transmit a \"full\" feeling. It is not uncomfortable, just sort of a warm full feeling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The enema solution is soothing like a warm tropical river flowing up instead of down. slowly traveling higher and higher around all the crooks and bends, hills and valleys, seeking out all the hidden places.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How are you doing?\" she asks</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I take another deep breath and say, \"Fine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My belly is beginning to swell as the enema bag slowly empties its contents in to me. The bag is like a living thing, soft and sensuous, moving and changing shape as it does its work. All the nerves in my pelvic area are beginning to tingle as my colon grows tighter from the constant flow. I become aware that my cock is fully erect now. I am no longer embarrassed by my nakedness or state of arousal because it feels good, sort of \"natural\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I try to imagine how far the enema has traveled inside of me. Is it half way up or two thirds? I can\'t tell. I\'m starting to feel full now but still not uncomfortable. The bag is almost empty and my belly is getting rounder as she continues to coax the liquid up higher and higher.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can you take a little more? You are doing so well.\" she said. ignoring my rock hard erection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I answered, \"Sure.\" (I didn\'t want to get up from the table yet, this was feeling too good and I didn\'t want to loose this wonderful feeling in my loins. and I didn\'t want to loose this glorious hard on.) She had more solution prepared in an enamel pitcher and added some hot water to bring it up to a higher temperature.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We are going to make it a little hotter this time\" she said as she emptied it into the drained enema bag. She adjusted the stand so the bag was hanging about 10 inches higher now. Immediately, I felt the hotter solution flow into my ass and fill my rectum, prostate and everything else down there with a warm tingling sensation. My cock responded by emitting more droplets of pre cum fluid. (I didn\'t think I had any left.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once again, I could feel waves of heat spreading up my colon and into my belly and down my legs. I was really getting full now. My belly was swollen to twice its size. As the pressure grew inside my colon, my cock got harder. A strong urge to ejaculate came over me. My colon was really full now, but the enema kept coming.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My colon started to tingle with fullness but not pain. The urge to ejaculate became even stronger. I really needed to cum! I started to squeeze all the muscles in my ass. I squeezed hard. It felt good. I squeezed the Pubococcygeus muscle, the Bulbospongiosus, the Perineal muscle, everything. I squeezed and held it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then I started to feel that pre orgasmic tingle. It was coming from somewhere deep inside me. My ballooned colon was stretching tighter, amplifying the feeling to ejaculate . I was getting fuller as each second passed and the enema continued its relentless flow. Now the tingling grew strong like in a wet dream. There was no doubt I was going to cum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took more enema solution, I couldn\'t possibly hold any more. I pulled my thighs tightly together and squeezed hard. I could feel every muscle on the inside of my thighs tense up. That did it… I was transformed to a volcano.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hot lava erupted from my swollen cock and hit me in the chest. The next eruptions rained on my swollen belly. I was watching the last few lazy eruptions squeeze out from the head of my cock. It looked like lava rolling down a miniature Mt. St., Helens. Then, I felt the tingle of another orgasmic wave building. It was coming up from somewhere inside me again. I soon became aware of the source.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The therapist was still holding the enema nozzle but had pulled it out slightly and was pressing it toward the area of my prostate. Now, I felt the enema nozzle, deep in my ass held firmly against my prostate. I could feel the hot flow from the nozzle. I erupted once again, this time with no lava but it was much stronger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The orgasm came from deep within me. I felt like I was Imploding and exploding at the same time. Wave after wave of convulsions came but still no lava.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was pumping like crazy but I was drained dry from the first orgasm. By now the muscles in my ass had a grip on the enema nozzle like a vice. It felt like I was going to crush it but I could not let go. My cock was throbbing so hard it was beginning to hurt but the convulsions would not subside. I had forgotten about how full I was getting until I looked over at the limp enema bag. It too was drained dry and I had all of its contents inside of me! But I couldn\'t feel how full I was because all of my senses were focused on my throbbing pelvic area. Everything was pumping and throbbing. All the muscles inside my ass were still convulsing. I thought it would never end.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally, after several minutes, I started to get control of my body again. Now, my attention returned to my swollen belly. I must have at least 5 or more quarts of the enema inside of me wanting to get out. Now the river must flow back down hill. What goes up must come down, I thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still ignoring my erect but sensitive cock, the therapist said \"You did very well for the first time, congratulations.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I was getting off the table and preparing to make the dash for the bathroom, she said, \"Would you like to book another appointment?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I said, \"How about tomorrow?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She said \"Hmmmm, lets see,\" as she turned the pages in her appointment book. \"No I\'m sorry, I\'m booked solid for the next three months. I can refer someone else to you if you need to get in sooner.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I said, \"No thanks, I’ll wait for you.\"</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,11,11,'en',0,'<p>Recently, several of my friends were gathered together one evening just swapping girl talk. Some of them are divorced, some never married, some are living with boy friends, and others living alone. At a previous gathering we had agreed to divulge the recollections of our first experience. Some of the girls were very reluctant since this is one of the most private things in a girl\'s life but eventually we all agreed. Taken from my diary entries made twelve years ago when I was fourteen, this was my story. It is all true. </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>The Story<br />\r\n My sister Sue and her husband Hal invited me to spend a relaxing long weekend with them at their cabin at Lake Tahoe. August is quite warm and I took little else but some shorts, Levi’s, a couple tops, and my swim suit. After the drive up to the lake we spent the remaining hours sitting on the deck in the sun. Sue is a real beauty with long blonde hair and a knockout figure. Hal is one of the most handsome men I\'ve ever seen. Tall, tanned, and well built. Even though I was fourteen, Sue let me have some of the wine they were drinking and I remember getting a little tipsy after two glasses full. We had a nice dinner and chatted a while before turning in.</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>The next day I spent the morning on the sun deck wearing some shorts and a halter top working on my tan. Sue was in the cabin and Hal was doing some work in his \"away office\". About noon I came in the living room and sat down with Sue on the sofa. Sue guided our conversation to sex which was a little embarrassing to me since I was still a total virgin. She related how she lost her virginity as a teenager and what a painful experience it was. I remember the night it happened. Sue got home late that evening and came straight to the bedroom we shared. She was crying and seemed in considerable pain. As she undressed I could see blood all over her legs and her panties were soaked with blood. The boy she had been with gave her no chance to relax and prepare. Being anxious and afraid her vagina was dry and when he roughly thrust into her body some of the delicate tissue was torn. He broke her hymen in the same thrust. Sue showered and we tried to sleep but I could hear her crying most of the night. When we got up the next morning there was blood on her sheets and she was still bleeding a little. The whole experience was so painful she did not have sex again until after she and Hal were married.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even after they married, she told me, she couldn\'t enjoy sex for quite a while. It was only because Hal was so patient and helped her relax that she began to actively participate. Now they have a full and wonderful sex life, she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt a little uncomfortable with the conversation but Sue continued. She told me that she did not want me to suffer through such an experience and knew that if I was properly prepared I would love and enjoy sex. Then she shocked me by saying that she and Hal had agreed to undertake my initiation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sue stood up and took my hand. \"Come with me little sister and don\'t be afraid.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Half stumbling and starting to cry, Sue lead me to my bedroom. Through my tears I begged her not to hurt me. She assured me that that was the last thing in the world they wanted to due and again told me not to be afraid. In the bedroom I stood numbly with tears streaming down my cheeks while Sue removed my halter top. She looked at my breasts and told me I had the makings of a beautiful figure. Then she pulled my shorts down to my ankles.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sue put her arms around me and hugged me close to her and told me not to cry and that everything would be fine. A moment later I felt her fingers inside the elastic of my panties and she slipped them down over my buttocks. My panties fell down to my ankles on top of my shorts. Sue pulled me forward and I stepped out of my clothes. She looked at my naked body and again told me how pretty I was. Then she handed me a short bathrobe. When I put it on Sue wiped the tears from my face and lead me out of the room and down the hall to their bedroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the room I saw Hal standing by their big poster bed. Hanging from one of the posters was a partially filled enema bag. I recoiled at the sight recalling a few enemas my mother had administered when I was constipated. It was not a happy memory. I blurted out that I didn\'t need that but Sue guided me to the side of the bed. She explained that an enema would help relax me. Then she told me that if it were properly administered it was an extremely pleasing experience for a woman and one that could not only intensify sex later but could often bring on an orgasm by itself. Hal then told me they would administer a series of enemas. Each one would progressively contain more fluid and my position would be changed. The result would be a thoroughly cleaned and empty bowel. And I would be completely relaxed and more receptive.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sue sat down on the bed and Hal positioned my on my left side with my head in Sue\'s lap. Then he drew my legs up into a fetal position with my right leg slightly over my left. This, he explained, was the classic position used in hospitals. I felt him raise the bottom of the robe and knew that I was now fully exposed to him. The embarrassment was overwhelming and I shut my eyes tightly. Hal raised my right cheek and I felt him gently rubbing something slick on my anus. Sue told me not to think about anything except the sensations I felt and again said not to be afraid.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When the nozzle tip first touched me my anus puckered. Hal was rotating the nozzle back and forth as he pressed and it slowly slipped in. I felt every millimeter going in and it didn\'t hurt at all. Hal gently stroked the nozzle in and out while he rotated it back and forth. I had never felt anything like that in my life. Just as I let out a soft moan at this pleasing new sensation I heard a click and suddenly there was a rush of warmth in my lower back and rectum. Sue told me to relax and left the warmth spread through me as Hal continued the manipulation of the nozzle. As I relaxed more I found myself enjoying the administration of my first proper enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It only took a few minutes for the one quart solution to enter my body. Hal clipped off the tube, slowly removed the nozzle, and told me to lay still. Since I was not yet ready to have a man see all of me, he left the room. Sue gently rubbed my back and then rolled me over to gently rub my stomach and lower abdomen. Her massage felt wonderful and helped work the solution deeper into my intestines. Before long I could feel the pressure building and Sue guided me to the toilet where she had me sit forward on the seat and lean back slightly. Sue explained that the technique for expelling the enema solution was just as important as how I received it. I was to hold the solution until the pressure really built up and then just relax to let some out. Let the pressure build again and relax. Never force it out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A moment later I couldn\'t hold it any longer and, as instructed, just relaxed. A torrent of sudsy warm water and feces burst out of my anus. The feeling was absolutely exquisite and I let out a little moan of pleasure as my body shuddered. I had no idea anything could feel like that. Sue told me Hal had used a solution of warm water with non alkaline soap and lanolin. Alkaline soap will irritate the intestines and cause burning. When I had expelled the enema and cleaned up we rejoined Hal in the living room. Sitting on the sofa I had a wonderfully warm feeling throughout my whole body. We talked for a while and discussed enemas and how to take them. Sue described several positions which we would try later and how often they should be administered. I was now completely relaxed and my inhibitions were almost gone. After a while Hal left the room and I knew he was going to prepare my next enema. I was ashamed to admit it but I was looking forward to it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sue lead me back to the bedroom where Hal was waiting. The two quart enema bag was full. Again I lay on my left side in the first position with my head in Sue\'s lap. When Hal touched me to apply the lubricant I reached back to spread my cheeks and gave him full access to my awaiting anus. As he massaged the KY jelly into me I felt a profound wetness welling up in my vagina. I had never experienced such stimulation before and soon the odor of my own lubrication told them their ministrations were having the desired affect. As Hal inserted the nozzle my own juices were dripping from my vagina onto my leg. I couldn\'t help but sigh as I felt the nozzle shaft entering by body. I heard the click and again the rush of warmth began to fill me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A few minutes later, when I had taken half the bag, Hal stopped the flow and removed the nozzle. Sue told me to roll over on my stomach with my legs apart slightly. In the new position I thrust my hips upward without being told to give Hal access. I badly wanted to feel the sensation of the insertion again. When the enema resumed Hal gently massaged my back while Sue softly told me to think only of the sensation I felt and to let the warmth spread through me. It was wonderful. Hal removed the nozzle when I had accepted the last of the enema and again told me to lay still until the pressure built. It wasn\'t long before I felt the need to expel the solution and again Sue helped me to the toilet. Once seated she asked if I could control the rest myself and I answered I could. She gave me a loving kiss and left the bathroom just as I released the first of my second enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Juices were still flowing from my vagina as I expelled the solution. Without thinking my hand slipped between my legs and I began masturbating. I had done this before but never had I been so wet. Waves of pleasure swept through me as I rubbed my now swollen clitoris while the warm water exited my body. It took extra cleaning this time to get my juices wiped from my inner thighs. I sat there for a few minutes letting the intensity of my feelings subside. There was a little embarrassment that I had so wantonly exposed myself to Hal and that I had gotten so much pleasure out of something that had once been so distasteful in years passed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I returned to the living room Sue and Hal were there waiting for me. I knew that they were aware of the stimulation I received and how aroused I had become but I still whispered to Sue when I told her what I had done while expelling the enema. She smiled knowingly and gave me big hug. Hal asked how I felt and I told him I felt very good but had a little stomach ache. He told me that was normal cramping after receiving an enema when I wasn\'t used to it. The cramps soon were gone and I felt warm and completely relaxed. As we chatted I couldn\'t help but think how much Sue loved me and cared about me to prepare me for what I knew was to follow sometime soon. A half hour later Hal left the room to prepare my next enema. Now I was anxiously awaiting the treatment and when Hal called, Sue and I returned to the bedroom. This time she didn\'t have to lead me. I thought I was ready to receive the enema but what I saw when I entered the room gave me a shock.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hanging on the poster were two full bags with hoses and nozzles attached. Each contained two quarts of water. I told Sue it would be too much and I knew I couldn\'t take it. She told me my insides had expanded some by now but she knew I couldn\'t hold four quarts. However, I needed to take as much as possible for the enema to work deeply into my intestines. This was necessary to give me a thorough cleaning and to rinse out the remaining soap that had migrated deeper into my body. Because I would be placed in three positions this time Sue suggested that I remove my rope. Without hesitation I complied even knowing Hal would now see me completely naked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lay on my left side as before and reached back to spread my cheeks for Hal. This time he not only massaged KY jelly around my puckered anus but, because the two previous enemas had washed out my natural lubrication, slipped a finger inside to lubricate the entrance canal. That was the first time anything other than the nozzle had penetrated me. I tensed up for a moment but relaxed and let his finger slip by the sphincter and into my rectum. It really felt good as he rotated his finger spreading the lubricant thoroughly inside me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again the pleasing rush of warmth sent a shudder through my body as I began to fill. I relaxed and breathed deeply as I felt the warm sensation spreading up my body from my anus and lower back. When the first bag was half empty Hal removed the nozzle and I rolled over on my stomach. As I raised my hips I gave a little moan. Hal assured me I could have the nozzle back and again it slipped easily into my anus. The water began flowing and I relished in the continued stimulation that had again caused my vagina to drip. I started to have mild cramps as the bag emptied its contents and Hal removed the nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next I was rolled over on my back and Sue held my legs up and apart while Hal inserted the nozzle from the second bag. After it was in I placed my feet on the bed so my legs stayed bent upward and Hal could continue his skilled manipulation of the nozzle. I could see the bag slowly beginning to contract as the water flowed into my body, flooded my rectum and working its way deeper into my intestines. The cramping became worse and very quickly I cried out to Hal that I couldn\'t take any more and begged him to stop. Hal clamped the hose and while holding the nozzle in my anus he instructed me to arch my back as much as possible. Then he told me to bend forward. Repeating these two moves the pressure subsided and again more water began flowing into me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But shortly later I couldn\'t hold any more and Hal stopped the enema and withdrew the nozzle. The pressure was intense and the cramping had resumed so Sue quickly helped me up and into the bathroom. I couldn\'t help but notice that my belly seemed distended a little. Once on the toilet I couldn\'t hold the enema any longer and it began gushing out of my body in torrents. I started sweating and my whole body shuddered with several spasms. In spite of that I was overwhelmed with the sexual stimulation as I evacuated my first three quart enema. Once again my thighs were coated with fluid that still seeped from my vagina. That was the closest I had ever come to an orgasm.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat on the toilet for some time as water continued to drain from my upper intestines. Finally I cleaned up and returned to the living room to join Sue and Hal. My stomach hurt quite a bit but again Hal and Sue assured me it was normal cramping and it would soon stop. Sue turned to Hal and ask him to give her an enema. It seemed that she had become very aroused too. Hal told her she had just had one a few days ago but she pleaded and finally he agreed. Besides, she noted, I would be draining for a while yet and then we both could both take the warm oil. I had no idea what she was talking about and she didn\'t explain. They got up and headed for their bedroom leaving me alone. The urge to expel came over me again so I used their other bathroom to evacuate some more of the last enema. As I finished Sue came into the room wearing a rope and asked if I wanted to watch. I hesitated for a moment but she assured me she didn\'t mind. After all, she had been with me for three such events so I followed her into their room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hanging on the poster was a full two quart bag but the nozzle was definitely different. It was much thicker than the standard pipe I had taken and there were rows of little bumps on the three inch shaft. Clearly, this didn\'t come from Walgreens Drug store. Sue dropped her rope and for the first time since we were children I saw her magnificent body. Her full and erect breasts were not large but perfectly sized for her height. The nipples were jutting straight out as she was already stimulated by the anticipation of something she obviously enjoyed very much. The only untanned part of her body was a small patch on each breast and a wedge at her pubis. She had shaved all but a small part of her pubic hair in order to wear a very skimpy bikini that showed off her stunning figure. Even at fourteen I was a bit jealous of my sister\'s good looks but knew I had time to grow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She gave Hal a long wet kiss and lay down on her belly with her legs spread. Hal positioned himself between her legs and began massaging body lotion around her anus. Sue began moaning and squirming in delight. As his fingers became coated he slipped a finger deep into her anus which made her cry out with pleasure. Working his finger in and out of her body brought Sue to an increased height of tension and pleasure. Soon she could stand no more and rolled over on her back pulling her legs all the way up. She begged Hal to start the enema but he teased her some more. Finally her inserted the large nozzle while rotating it back and forth. Sue\'s cries of passion grew louder as she again begged Hal to start her enema. But he now slipped a finger into her dripping vagina while still manipulating the nozzle. Sue began bucking and thrashing around as her cries grew still louder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had never seen such a sight nor did I even believe a woman could be so aroused that she totally lost control of her body. Finally Hal stopped the loving torture by taking his finger out of her vagina and releasing the clamp. As the warm water entered her rectum Sue screamed and arched her back then fell back on the bed. That initial rush of her enema had brought her to an orgasm. More water had drained down in my rectum and the urge to expel it was getting very intense. I was so fascinated by what I was witnessing that I tightened every muscle to hold my own enema. She lay there taking the enema, softly moaning with her hips slowly twisting back and forth as Hal manipulated the large nozzle. I could see her love juices trickling from her vagina as she writhed in pleasure. When she had taken the two quarts she asked Hal for more but he told her that was enough for now. As Hal removed the large nozzle I dashed to the other toilet just in time to expel the last of my enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heard Sue evacuating her enema and when she finished we both lay naked on their bed. We talked for a while and Sue released the rest of the water that had drained down. Sue then told me about the warm oil we would both receive. After an enema and particularly after a large one, the natural lubricants are washed from the intestines and rectum. Olive oil is a wonder lubricant to replace the natural oils and also makes a good sex lube. Soon Hal entered the room carrying a long neck feminine bulb syringe and a tube of KY jelly. Sue lay on her back with her legs pulled up as Hal inserted the greased shaft.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Slowly he penetrated deeper until all six inches had entered and the bulb was pressed firmly against her anus. When she was ready, Hal squeezed the bulb hard and sent eight ounces of hot olive oil into Sue\'s bowels. Sue relaxed as Hal withdrew the syringe and left the room to reload for me. I had been told that it was necessary to inject the oil deep in the rectum and as near the first curve of intestine as possible. From there some would be absorbed and some would saturate the rectum and upper anal canal. When Hal returned I too lay on my back and pulled my legs up. The pipe slipped in without any discomfort and Hal guided it in slowly. Being smaller than Sue, the pipe penetrated my rectum completely and settled in the base of my intestine. Hal gave me a minute to relax and adjust to having something lodged in my body. I said I was ready and he squeezed the bulb.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The sudden impact of the hot oil shooting up into my intestines took my breath away and I gasped. It didn\'t hurt but frightened me a little at first. As the oil seeped down and coated the more sensitive nerves in my rectum I felt the intensity of the heat building. Sue and I retained the oil for fifteen or twenty minutes before heading for the toilet. Fatigue was setting in from the intense experiences I had been subjected to so I went to my room and lay down. Sue came with me and suggested I nap for a while. She would come for me when it was time. Although I tried to sleep, the thought of having sex for the first time and the natural fear kept me awake. I knew that Sue and Hal had prepared me for the experience and that I would not suffer the same fate as Sue and many other girls. Without knowing it I drifted off to sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was evening when Sue awoke me. I showered and returned to my bedroom where Sue was waiting. She asked if I was afraid and I admitted I was. Sue put her arms around me and held me close to her. She told me that since I was a complete virgin there would be some pain and bleeding but that was normal. When my periods started I used only pads and had not even had a tampon inserted in my vagina. Sue said she would be with me and help me through the hard part. That made me feel better just knowing she would be there. She then said she would give me a final piece of assistance to make it easier for me. Sue told me to lay back on the bed and spread my legs as wide apart as I could. A towel was placed under me and Sue carefully inserted a rectal bulb syringe into my vagina. Gently she injected some warm olive oil and removed the syringe. When the oil drained on the towel I still had a nice coating inside that would help me through what I felt would probably be a painful but natural event in a girl\'s life.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put on a robe and followed Sue to the living room. The only light came from candles. Soft music filled the room and on the floor in the center was a large pad, about the size of a mattress, that was covered with a white sheet. Hal was wearing a robe and stood at one end of the pad. Without being told I removed my robe and lay down on the pad. Sue sat down by me and put my head in her lap and gently stroked my face. Hal raised my legs until my feet were flat on the pad with my heels nearly touching my buttocks. Then I felt his hands between my knees and he gently spread my legs apart and knelt between them. He took off his robe but from the position I could not see his penis. This, I learned, was done intentionally since the first sight of the shaft and realization that it would soon be painfully forced inside your body causes many girls to tense up and dry out quickly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Hal leaned forward his body pushed my legs farther apart. Sue told me to relax as much as possible and to feel everything. It was, she said, an experience only a girl can have and it can happen only once in her life. A moment later I felt the first contact as the tip of Hal\'s penis touched the entrance to my vagina. There was pressure and discomfort as my body tried to accept its first penetration. The discomfort turned to pain as Hal pressed the head of his penis farther into my vaginal opening. I began squirming and moving my hips to relieve the increasing pain but nothing helped. I couldn\'t take any more and cried out for Hal to stop. He seemed just too big for a fourteen year old and I feared I would be badly torn. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>He eased off the pressure and Sue gently told me I was almost there and to try and relax then give a push with my hips. Hal resumed the pressure while I pushed a little. The stretching, which a moment before was unbearable, suddenly eased as I felt Hall\'s foreskin pass my labia and enter my body. The head of his penis was now pressed firmly against my hymen and a different pain welled up between my legs. My breathing became rapid and was more like gasping for breath. In spite of the preparation, which I knew had been excellent, and how slow and gentle Hal was working, this really hurt. Sue still held my head in her lap and whispered in my ear to give one really hard push.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Mustering my courage, I pushed up while Hal pushed down. There was a sudden burst of intense hot pain that shot through my lower body as my hymen tore. It was like a knife being thrust between my legs and into my pelvis. My eyes flew open wide. I gasp and screamed as I became a woman. Clutching my arms around Hal\'s back I instinctively thrust my hips to stifle the searing pain. As the head of Hal\'s penis passed my ruptured hymen I screamed again. Sue held me tightly and whispered reassuring words in my ear. The initial shock of pain subsided and I felt warmth on my legs, my anus, and between my buttocks. I knew I was bleeding. Hal pressed in a little deeper then stopped and drew back slightly. Another little push and he was deeper inside me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This gentle seesaw movement continued with each stroke going deeper into my vagina. Every movement caused more pain as the tearing of my hymen progressed but the pain was never as bad as it had been. With each slow thrust I could feel my insides stretching to accept Hal\'s penis. Finally, one last push and I felt Hal press against my womb. He stopped for a while to let me catch my breath. Now other sensations began to well up. I was tolerating the pain and started moving my hips a little. Gradually we began stroking together. My excitement increased and I forgot the pain as waves of an intense new pleasure swept over me. I became frantic in my cries of pleasure as Hal pressed harder into me than before then pinioned my to the pad. The head of his penis was pressed hard against my cervix when he ejaculated. Heavy pulses of hot seamen and sperm filled my young vagina and sprayed between my labia onto my thighs and on the pad. With the head of Hal\'s penis pressed firmly against my cervix, I felt a slight burning sensation as part of his fluid was injected through the tiny cervical opening and directly into my uterus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Slowly I released my grip on Hal\'s back and he withdrew. I lay their gasping for breath. There was still considerable pain but it seemed pushed far back in my mind compared to the other feelings that overwhelmed me. I was indeed a woman. After a few moments Sue helped me up into a sitting position. I looked down and saw blood all over the sheet and on my legs. My vagina was having spasms and with each contraction bloody seamen ran out onto the pad. I began crying but my tears were a mixture of pain and pleasure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sue gave me another big hug and after a while helped my up and into the bathroom for a long soak in the tub. When I had dried off and put my robe on I went back to the living room. Hal and Sue had removed the pad and put the bloody sheet in the laundry. The furniture was back in its original place and only the candles lit the room. A glass of wine was waiting for me. I thanked Sue and Hal for what they had done for me and gave each a loving kiss. I knew they loved me and cared about me. It was now about eight o\'clock in the evening.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>About two hours later Hal gave Sue a questioning look. She returned a \"yes\" nod and he left the room. A few minutes later Sue got up, took my hand and lead me back to their bedroom. I had no idea what they were planning. When we entered the room Hal was waiting by the bed. Without saying anything Sue removed my robe and I stood completely naked before Hal. He took off his robe and for the first time I saw his penis as we faced each other. I didn\'t know how much he had put inside me but I knew that for a first time it was all I could handle. Sue laid me face down on the bed with my legs apart. Next she massaged my entire rectal area with a lanolin body lotion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every so often she inserted a finger into my anus to spread some of the lotion inside. It was obvious what was going to happen and I became terribly frightened at the realization that Hal\'s penis was going to be pushed up inside my rectum. I told Sue I was afraid but she assured me it would be OK. I was positioned on my knees with my legs spread and head down resting on a pillow. As Sue put her hands on my shoulders I felt Hal getting on the bed and positioning himself between my legs. She told me to relax and not to tense up, then reached over my back and spread my cheeks wide.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the first contact of Hal\'s penis my anus puckered tightly shut. Hal applied a constant, but not hard, pressure. Bit by bit my sphincter muscle relaxed and Hal\'s penis, which he had greased with KY jelly, finally slipped through my anus and into my rectum. The sensation was like nothing I could imagine. I began to wail as I felt his foreskin pass through. Suddenly I experienced strong contractions as I began to have spasms. Hal stopped immediately when I cried out and we waited till the contractions stopped. Then slowly he pressed farther into my rectum with a seesaw motion. With each forward movement the penetration was deeper. I began to experience a feeling of fullness and a need to evacuate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As my body became more accustomed to his presence that feeling abated and was replaced with the same sexual stimulation I felt with the enemas only this time it was far more intense. Although there was a little pain deep inside I began to buck and thrust against Hal. Before too long Hal held me tightly by my hips and pulled back till just the head of his penis was inside me. A moment later I felt a sudden hot pulse in my anal canal and lower rectum as Hal started to ejaculate. He knew I felt it when I cried out and with one motion pulled me back hard as he thrust his hips forward driving his penis completely into my rectum. I screamed as I felt the rest of his ejaculation being shot deep into my lower intestine. When Hal withdrew I fell forward on the bed unable to move and gasping for breath. It was my first seminal enema and I wanted to hold it forever.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a quick shower we all gathered in the living room for another glass of wine. There was a dull pain in my anus and lower back and my vagina was very sore but they were also pains of pleasure. In time, Sue told me, I would only remember that there was some pain but it would nothing compared to the other sensations I had experienced.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I slept late Sunday morning and awoke to a nice breakfast in bed. Hal had gone in town for supplies so Sue and I were along, sitting on my bed, engaging in some girl talk. During the night I had a little spot bleeding. Sue got up and went into their bathroom. A few minutes later she called for me to join her. She didn\'t want the residue of Hal\'s bloody seminal fluid to remain in my vagina and possibly infect the torn tissue so she had prepared my first douche to clean me out. I sat on the toilet, leaning back with my legs apart, while she gently inserted the vaginal pipe. Even though it had been lubricated it still hurt a little going in and I winced. She let me relax then opened the clamp. The solution stung as it flowed over the delicate raw tissue and torn edges of my hymen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Slowly she worked the pipe in and out and around to thoroughly clean me. Even with the slight burning sensation the warm solution felt good. After I wiped off we lay on her bed and discussed yesterday\'s events in detail. Sue then began to discuss the pleasantries of a well administered enema. Initially, she had taken an enema every month after her period. The cleaning made her feel much fresher in addition to being a pleasing event itself. The only soap additive she used was a non alkaline type that didn\'t irritate the delicate intestinal or rectal tissue. After some months she asked Hal to give her an enema every other week. The sexual stimulation for her was intense and they always made love afterward. She told me that after a good enema her orgasms were so intense she nearly passed out. As time went on she increased the frequency to every week and they obtained some specialized equipment. She had become adept in giving Hal an enema which he enjoyed as much as she did. Sue explained various positions and techniques and before long I was ready to learn.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After I took off my robe a padded stool about the size of a piano bench was placed by the bed. Another padded stool, slightly lower was placed in front of the first one. Sue had me kneel on the higher bench with my right leg and my left leg on the floor. In this position I rested my forearms on the smaller bench so that my head and shoulders were about six inches below my hips. This I learned was the old classic hospital position and Sue showed my pictures of nurses giving enemas to female patients. Sue gently inserted a greased standard rectal nozzle and I gratefully accepted a two quart enema. With no pressure on my abdomen and the gravity assistance I found there was very little cramping and no sudden pressure build up. The feeling was wonderful as the warm water flowed into my near empty bowels. When Sue removed the nozzle I remained in that position for quite a while retaining the enema she had administered. After I evacuated the fluid and returned to the bedroom I found Sue had refilled the bag. Now it was her turn. Following Sue\'s instruction I administered the first enema of my life to another person.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After resting a while, I knelt with both legs on the higher stool and my arms resting on the lower one. The only difference was the first position involved a straight left leg and now both legs were folded under me. Sue instructed me on proper lubrication and techniques for applying it. There was no resistance as she gently slipped the nozzle into my anus. The rush of warmth that spread through my body was incredible and I couldn\'t help but moaning with pleasure as my second enema of the morning surged into my bowels. After some rest I positioned Sue as I had been and noted the delight she experienced as her little sister administered to her. Her vagina was dripping more than mine and I knew I had done a good job. Two each was enough for now and after a shower we dressed and waited for Hal to return.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When Hal returned we discussed what we would do on our day at the cabin. At Sue\'s urging, and to my great delight, Hal agreed to take a few vacation days so we could remain the mountains most of the week. The rest of the day was spent being lazy in the sun. That evening after dinner they asked how I felt. I said I felt fine and after watching some TV Hal stood me up and began taking my clothes off. I didn\'t resist and soon I was naked before them. Sue and Hal then disrobed and we all went into their bedroom. After a little warm up Hal sat on the large bench stool and Sue guided me into a straddling position. As I moved forward I couldn\'t help looking at Hal\'s erect penis and knew it would soon be inside my body. Just to be safe, Hal applied some KY jelly to his penis and as I moved over it I reached down, took his organ in my hand and guided it toward my vagina. With his penis head at the entrance I slowly began to lower myself onto his shaft. It began to hurt as soon as he passed my labia but I continued down.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gently I lowered my self and finally I felt him fully penetrate my tight young vagina with his penis pressing against my cervix. I tried to accept him deeper but the pain was to intense and Sue cautioned me against a deep thrust at my age. Even though there were a couple inches to spare, I began rocking back and forth and moving up and down. The friction against my clitoris soon had me gasping and crying out. Hal sensed that I was loosing control and being fearful that I might seriously hurt myself he released his ejaculation deep into my vagina. I came very close to my first full orgasm and it was the most shattering emotional experience of my life. <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<h2><br />\r\nThe Next Days</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>For the next few days Sue and I exchanged multiple enemas every morning. I tried several different positions and learned the benefits of each. Some would allow acceptance of more liquid while others produced a more intense response at the expense of rapid pressure build up and painful cramping. I also learned that while anal sex was very pleasing I should never take an enema just before and both my partner and I should be well lubricated. The only enema exception was if I received a warm oil and lanolin injection as Hal had provided. Sue progressively increased the size of me enemas until I could accept three quarts without undue discomfort. My ability to retain an enema was limited due to my age and size. In the evenings, with Sue\'s supervision, I had sex with Hal and learned different positions. Twice more I experienced anal sex.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The morning of the next to last day I asked Sue about some of their special equipment. I had already seen the nozzle Hal used on her the first time but Sue and I had always used the standard small two and a half inch pipe and a common two quart bag. Sue went to the closet and returned with a box. Several small boxes contained special nozzles in addition to the one I had seen. One was a straight pipe about four inches long with a three quarter in bulb at the tip. A curving slot caused the solution to swirl as it exited. Another larger device was made of soft flexible plastic. It was at least six or seven inches long and also had a slotted bulb tip. The main shaft was a half inch in diameter and tapered outward at the base to over an inch. Behind the flare it tapered back to the half inch diameter. Attached to the far end was a check valve that prevented any back flow. Once fully inserted the flare prevented the device from slipping out of the anus so it didn\'t have to be held in place. When the enema was finished the hose could be detached and the flare and check valve acted like a plug. This allowed the user to retain the enema as long as desired.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally, Sue produced a large bag that held four quarts. I couldn\'t believe anyone could hold that much and if they did it would cause terrible pain. Sue assured me it was possible but she or Hal rarely took that heavy a load. Still my curiosity compelled to ask if she would give me a deep enema. After a discussion with Hal they agreed to let me try but it would have to be a submersion enema since they knew my body couldn\'t accept it otherwise.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hal prepared the large bag and attached the four inch nozzle with the bulb tip. Sue started a tub full of hot water and instructed me to get in and lay down. In spite of my desire there was a deep fear at what I had requested. Hal released the air from the hose and applied a liberal amount of lubricant to the tip and shaft. Then as I raised my legs he pressed the bulb tip against my anus. It started to hurt a little but when I relaxed the bulb and shaft slipped in and Hal gently pushed it fully into my rectum. I lay back and let the bath water cover me. While the water was rising Hal told me I would feel very little pressure with a submersion enema and I would not feel the necessity to immediately evacuate when I first got up. It was also likely that I would become nauseated from the pressure on my stomach and other organs. I lay there with my knees up and the long nozzle firmly planted deep in my rectum for several minutes before Hal opened the valve.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The sudden rush of warm water felt different from previous enemas because this nozzle actually shot the water into my intestine rather than flooding the rectum. I could feel the warmth spreading through my lower body but there was no sensation of pressure nor any cramping. Looking up I could see the large bag slowly collapsing and I was being filled. Water was being driven deeper into my empty intestines than ever before. I began to sweat and my breathing became heavier. Still more water flowed into my body. Soon I began to feel uncomfortable and shift around in the tub. Sue asked if I wanted to stop but I said I wanted to take more if I could. Several minutes later, to their complete surprise, the bag was empty.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>They both had to help me up into a standing position and Hal removed the nozzle. I felt heavy with a terrible fullness as I step out of the tub. Looking down, my belly was distended as if I were pregnant. Sue quickly dried me off and suddenly I needed desperately to evacuate the four quart enema. I barely got to the toilet before the first portion gushed out. Almost immediately a wave of nausea swept over me and I thought I would vomit. I had a terrific urge to expel the enema but nothing else would come out. The weight of the water high up in my intestines was crimping the lower portions that had first expelled. I alternated between hot flashes and chills and the nausea increased. I was in agony and still unable to expel any of the water that bloated my entire mid section. Hal had me lay back as far as I could while Sue firmly rubbed my stomach area. Finally more water drained down and I could not control its expulsion. Sue continued the firm massage while more and more drained out of me. The cramps which had nearly doubled me over in pain began to subside and the chills stopped. I continued to sweat heavily as the nausea lessened. After quite a few minutes I began to feel better and straightened up. Sue warned me that I would experience explosive evacuations and for nearly an hour I did. Several times I literally ran to the toilet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By the time I was nearly empty I was very weak and still rather uncomfortable. I felt as if my insides had completely collapsed and knew my entire intestinal track had been washed out. Hal cautioned that I would not have a normal bowel movement for a couple days and I probably would become constipated. Sheepishly I looked at Sue and told her that in spite of the experience it was a personal triumph to have taken such a large enema at my young age. She agreed but firmly said I should never do that again until I was much older.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I lay quietly resting on their bed for several hours trying to regain my strength. When Sue came into the room she found me handling her long flexible nozzle with the valve. She shook her head and told me there was no way I could accept that device since my anus was far to small and tight. Finally I gained the courage to ask if she and Hal would show me how it was used. Sue had also been well cleaned out by our repeated daily enemas and she decided she was able to take a deep enema. Hal finally agreed to administer a deep enema to Sue with the special nozzle but told her she would already probably become constipated even without it. Hal would be there to help Sue and Sue agreed to help me with the certain constipation after we returned home.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hal rinsed out the big bag and attached the long flexible nozzle while Sue got undress and lay on the bed. While she relaxed her body Hal filled the bag and attached it to a heavy hook on the bed poster. Sue lay on her stomach while Hal massaged a lot of lanolin lotion into her anus to soften the tissue and ease the insertion of the flare into her rectum. The flexible pipe with the bulb tip would snake its way through her rectum and into her lower intestine. Next Hal applied a liberal amount of KY jelly to the nozzle and to Sue. When she was finally ready Sue got into a kneeling position with her head and shoulders resting on the bed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hal pressed the bulb against Sue\'s anus and with a little effort and a soft moan she let it pass into her body. As the shaft was pushed deeper into her body I could see her anus being expanded as the flare got nearer. Hal told her to relax and breath deeply. He applied more pressure to slowly expand her. The insertion couldn\'t take too long or she would not regain sphincter control. As the flare expanded her anus farther Sue let out a scream of pain. Hal paused a moment then pushed the flare through her anal canal and into her rectum. Sue cried out again as it went all the way in. When the flexible pipe had settled in her lower intestine Hal pulled it back slightly to seat the back side of the flare. Sue took several deep breaths and said she was OK and now comfortable with the large device firmly embedded. Then Hal opened the clamp and the water began flowing into her body. Sue gave a slight moan as she began to fill with warm water. Several times she shifted from one knee to the other allowing the water to progress deeper into her intestines.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she had take about three quarts she began to cramp and pressure started building. The flow rate was to quick for her to accept and Hal partially clamped the hose to restrict the flow. Left in this condition when her internal pressure rose the check valve stopped the flow. As the water worked its way deeper into her body more came in. Hal and I sat on the edge of the bed watching Sue as she slowly took more and more into her body. She too began to sweat and frequently cried out in pain but the tortuous enema continued. Her intestines were larger than mine and better able to expand to hold the large volume of water that now filled them. The bag finally flattened and Hal disconnected the hose from the check valve. Sue was whimpering and crying as her body strained to accommodate the enema she held. Her cries became louder and she shook her head from side to side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked between her legs and saw fluid dripping from her vagina. Sue was having a shattering orgasm. As her climax subsided I looked at her belly that was distended and hung down from her kneeling position. She looked like a very pregnant woman. After several minutes her intestines had been rearranged and the extreme discomfort reduced to a level she could tolerate. With help from Hal Sue got off the bed though she could not stand up straight. The device protruding from her anus completely blocked her from expelling the heavy load she carried. While she steadied herself Hal rubbed her stomach to ease the discomfort. Sue retained the enema for half an hour but finally she could take no more and begged Hal to release it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another hose was attached to the check valve and while she stood by the toilet Hal opened the valve. A steady stream of water flowed out and into the toilet. The flow became a trickle and Hal again massaged her stomach to release trapped water which again flowed out of her body. This procedure was repeated several times until Sue had emptied most of the enema. When she decided she was ready Hal prepared to remove the device from her body. The valve was closed and the short hose removed. Sue bent over and Hal started a steady downward pull. She screamed as the flare again expanded her anus but this time there was no lubrication to ease the passage. I could tell she was in great pain as the flare finally passed through her anus and the pipe was removed. Immediately she sat on the toilet and expelled a large quantity of water. Sue continued draining for over an hour. Weak and totally exhausted from enema and intense orgasm, she lay down to rest. We all slept soundly that night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next day I packed my things and we drove back to the Bay Area. Nobody was at home when we arrived at my house so they helped bring my things in before we sat and talked about the week in the mountains. I thanked them for their loving help in getting me safely and pleasantly through the most difficult time in a girl\'s life. Hal hugged me and told me I was a special girl to him and that he would care for me forever. Sue held me tight for several minutes telling me how much she loved me and what a pretty woman I was becoming. We all kissed good-bye and they departed for their home several miles away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Three days later I knew I was badly constipated and called Sue. She picked me up that afternoon and we drove to their house so there would be no interruptions and no explanations needed. I told Sue I hadn\'t had a normal bowel movement since I arrived at the cabin and after three days of usual eating at home I had a terrible stomach ache. She pressed several places on my stomach which caused me considerable pain and noted that I was indeed severely impacted. I followed Sue to their bedroom and quickly disrobed in anticipation of receiving an enema that would bring much needed relief as well as pleasure. Sue prepared a warm two quart enema with a mild soap and lanolin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she was ready I knelt on a stool with my left leg on the floor and my head and shoulders resting on their bed. Sue applied some lubricant to my puckered anus and gently eased the nozzle in. As I felt the rush of warmth Sue told me to expect cramping due to my constipation. Almost immediately the cramps started and became very painful. Sue slowed the enema and rubbed my stomach to ease the pain. Finally I cried out that I couldn\'t take any more and Sue clamped the hose and removed the nozzle. I had only taken a little over a quart and felt embarrassed but Sue assured me it was normal. I lay down on my back while Sue gently massaged my stomach to work the soapy solution deeper into my intestines and soften the impaction. When the cramping lessened I rolled over and Sue inserted the nozzle again. This time I took the last of the enema but with some difficulty. Again Sue massaged my belly and told me to hold the enema as long as I could to let it work. After a while the pressure became too much and I ran for the toilet. In one huge gush I expelled most of the soapy enema and cleared the constipation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After I rested a while Sue rinsed me out twice with plain warm water. After a total of six quarts and three enemas I felt fine again. She told me she too became constipated but Hal took care of her quickly. Every three days for over a week Sue gave me another enema until my body returned to normal. I would gladly have continued the treatments but Sue cautioned that too much of a good thing would lead to trouble. After I was cleared, Sue would only give me a two quart enema when my period was ended. She was right. It did make me feel clean and fresh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I never had sex with Hal again nor did either of us want to. He is as he has always been, a loving brother in law. But I will always be grateful for his help in preparing me for a full and satisfying sex life when I matured.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,12,13,'en',0,'<h2>The Prep</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking from the elevator, I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that my practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor began to have a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door with no identification other than : \"CLINIC : Suite 414\" on a copper plate . With a trembling hand, I opened the door and entered into a receptionist area which had been tastefully and professionally decorated.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had just started to settle into one of the glove leather sofas in the waiting room, when an office door quietly opened and a white-frocked middle aged man said, \"Ms. Anne Broderick, I presume ? Won\'t you come in please.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I followed the Doctor into an office area which overlooked the park and took one of two chairs facing the desk.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m Doctor Chadwick,\" he began, \"My practice specialty centers on the exploration and diagnostic treatment, if need be, of what might be otherwise be considered problems of a sexual nature. Your confidentiality is assured here,\" he continued \" and I want you to feel completely comfortable in discussing the matter which brought you to us. Now how might we be of service to you ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, Doctor, \" I began haltingly \" I\'m thirty-five years old and have been married once. I\'ve been divorced for about four years, sexually active and, well, I, ah, have a real problem, ah, with, ah , anal sex.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>THERE ! I\'d said it !!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The words gushed out now \" My former husband would complain that I was just prudish and uptight, literally, and that I was denying myself, and him, another avenue of physical pleasure.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Have you ever tried anal intercourse ?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, once, but the penetration, if any, was very slight, and I told him to stop : it hurt too much\" I answered in a small voice. \"You have to understand ,\" I went on \"I was raised in a very restrictive and highly religious household ... even nudity was \' wrong \' anal was equated with defecation ...... sex, ANY sex was just not discussed.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor considered this a moment then asked \" and why the interest now ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, I -have- noticed the beginnings of some very pleasurable sensations back there from time to time; the eroticism of it; but I don\'t know where to begin.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\" Not that uncommon, and so you have a curiosity about it, don\'t you ?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And,\" I allowed, feeling a little tingle of pleasure and dampness begin between my legs. \" I think I would like to feel the experiences after, perhaps, a little preparation so that I might know what to expect.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He then asked about my sexual history, writing on a pad while I answered a number of questions and, finally, putting the pad down, he indicated that he had reached a decision.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What we will do is to create an anal-erotic experience for you, while at the same time preparing you for the act itself. \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor started outlining his prescription,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"First, Ms Broderick, you will be given a brief physical exam, which will include both a pelvic and rectal , to make sure that our experience will be safe for you. You will then be prepared for the administration of dilators which will be introduced into your anus to both expand and relax the sphincter muscles. \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So, let\'s see how this goes for you and, well, if further visits might be required. If all that sounds satisfactory to you, my nurse will prepare you down the hall. Do you have any questions.?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I don\'t think so.\" I whispered, and deep inside an excitement started at the anticipation of the experience.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good !\" and he spoke to his nurse on the intercom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nurse, come and start Ms. Broderick\'s program, I\'ll give you specific instructions in a minute, thank you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The nurse needs to take you through some preliminaries after which we\'ll get together .\" he said .</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The door opened and an attractive, but professional woman, in a crisp white uniform, motioned me out and down an inside corridor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The room, which the nurse referred to as an examination room, was large in comparison to the small cramped cubicles at my gynecologist\'s office. Along one wall was a low padded table, covered with pastel sheets, while at the far end , with well its well-padded stirrups, stood the examination table, though this one had more movable sections.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A door at the far side revealed a bathroom, while the remainder of the equipment, sinks, cabinets and instrument trays were what I would have expected in a medical setting.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse indicated a screened dressing area. I was then instructed to strip ... completely ... handed a cotton, patterned kimono, and a pair of-terri-cloth stretch slippers. I asked if I might use the bathroom and was told pleasantly \"No, dear, that will be taken care of later\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I started to undress, I heard her opening and closing drawers and cabinets , but resisted the temptation to peek out from behind the dressing screen. I removed my jacket, blouse and skirt, slip, and bra. Hesitating a moment, I slipped my panty hose down my legs and stood naked before the full length mirror on the wall. `</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thankful for the slim image there; still firm up-turned breasts with their now erect rose-bud nipples, the light brown bush of pubic hair and, turning around, ran a hand over my peach-shaped posterior. \"Enough !\" I thought and slipped into the kimono, which came to mid-thigh, and slippers. Having made up my mind to go through with this, robe tie held, I stepped out from behind the screen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now, first I will need to take your blood pressure and temperature, so just sit down on the edge of this table and try to relax,\" she said and smiled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Slipping the black cuff over my arm, she counted down the blood pressure and then said, \"Your blood pressure is perfectly normal, now I need to take your temperature.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>From a tray that I had not taken note of on the counter, she picked up the thermometer, a pair of latex gloves, and a tube of KY jelly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turning back to me, I had opened my mouth in anticipation, she said, \"No, the Doctor wants your temperature taken rectally, so I\'ll need to have you stretch out on the table and turn over on your tummy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She then helped me climb up on the table, turn over, and then, sitting on the table behind me, she turned up the hem of the kimono until it was resting just below the small of my back leaving my buttocks exposed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I listened as she snapped a glove into place on her hand and then felt the cool latex-clad thumb and forefinger spread my buttocks from either side of my anus. I buried my head in my arms and blushed at the contact in so private an area, then had to stifle an involuntary sob as I felt a gloved and lubricant-laden finger enter my rectum to the second joint after which the bulb of the thermometer was held poised at my anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now, this may be a little uncomfortable for just a minute, so relax.\" she said and with that I felt the bulb firmly pushed on into my bottom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once inserted she then placed the gloved hand across my bottom cheeks, holding the glass tube firmly between two fingers. I could feel the instrument resting in my bowel and then, after several minutes , felt the sliding of the bulb past my sphincter as it was withdrawn.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your temperature is also normal and now I\'m going to give you an injection of a very, very, mild sedative in your hip, so why don\'t you just remain as you are on your stomach.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turning my head I watched her pick up the hypodermic syringe from the instrument tray and, turning back to me, felt the cold alcohol swab on my left buttock as she prepared the site for the injection. Her technique was practiced, and I felt only the slightest sting as the needle entered my rump and was withdrawn a moment later. She then lowered the hem of the robe to cover my buttocks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fine, now I want you to lie there while we get you ready for the next step. Have you ever had a colonic, or any other type of enemas ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\" Only once as a child, and then that was given to me by an aunt.\" I replied, beginning to feel a strange, giddy anticipation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, your going to be administered two enemas this morning,\" she went on, \" The first will be a cleansing enema which, as the name implies, will be started in the upper regions of your bowel. The second will be a more soothing, and lubricating, oil solution to prepare you for the dilation procedure.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll need to have you assume,\" she continued \" a position on your knees with your chest on the table, after which I\'ll be lubricating your rectal area for the insertion of the nozzles.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She grinned as she said, \"you’re going to feel quite full as the Doctor wants a full quart for each enema !\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, by the way, ....... is the injection working ???\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh yes, I feel really quite mellow.\" I replied, while in my head the images conjured up by her description of the procedure were causing not unpleasant stirrings in my loins. A part of my repressed anal-erotic fixation had been curious about the feelings that might be provoked by submission to an enema, and now I was to find out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctors\' prescription was on target !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eyes closed, I listened to the preparations being made and in a minute I heard a metal stand drawn up beside the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, we\'re almost ready now, so let me help you up to a kneeling position, she offered and, placing her hands on either side of my hips, helped me up so that I was now on all fours in the middle of the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll place a pillow under your head and now I want you to rest your chest on the table, and let the middle of your back relax... fold your arms up by the pillow.. that a girl. You\'ll need to move your knees apart...... and bring them...... just a little forward ... so your bottom is well extended.\" she added.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The hem of the robe slipped down to my mid back leaving me naked from the waist down except for the slippers. The forced position had it\'s effect and I felt the surprisingly warm office air on the delicate tissues of both my anus and the lips of my vulva as my most intimate regions were exposed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Looking back slightly beyond my bared and upraised rump, I watched as the nurse proceeded to hang a hospital-type enema bag on a hanger stand which had been placed by the table. The bag had a valve in the bottom to which was attached a length of surgical tubing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>From the tray she picked up another section of black flexible tubing about 18 inches long and about the size of my little finger. The tip at one end was smoothly rounded while at the other was a small double bulb, another inch of the black tube and then a connection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Opening a jar of Vaseline, she coated the length of tube until it, and the bulb, was shiny , and then, holding the lubricated tube in one hand which she rested on my back, she dipped her gloved index finger into the Vaseline jar and moved until she was at the rear of my upraised bottom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have to lubricate you well now; I\'ll be introducing the length of the irrigator into your rectum after that. The small bulb will help you retain both the nozzle and the fluid while it does it\'s job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now this may be just a little uncomfortable, but try to relax by breathing through your mouth.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gave a little involuntary start as I felt her forefinger enter my rectum and slowly work its way in a small series of in and out movements until she had entered me fully . She then slowly withdrew the finger and repeated the process with some more of the Vaseline.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now I\'ll insert the irrigation tube and I\'ll be slowly working it down inside you until I have the bulb in place, she explained.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt the nozzle pass my sphincter and really felt the tube as she slowly inserted more of it into my bowel. Finally she said that she was about to insert the retainer bulb, and I felt my anus distend to receive the small object as she firmly and slowly pushed it into my behind. She said that she was going to turn the flow on and, as she did, I could feel the fluid, somehow, as it started draining up into an area that felt as though it was somewhere near my diaphragm.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This takes a few minutes, we don\'t want to rush the process, and once you have taken this much I\'ll have you retain it for a few minutes longer. Now you should start feeling full in a bit, but the retaining bulb will prevent you from expelling the fluid, so do try to relax. \" she called over her shoulder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My abdomen was visibly swelling now and the Doctor chose that moment to open the door and ask how everything was going. I hid my head in embarrassment at the spectacle I must have presented, half nude with my rear high up in the air and the enema tubing sticking out from my rectum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse saved me from comment and said that everything was fine. She stroked my buttocks while we waited for the contents to empty.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt as though I would burst when she announced that we were done and, turning a valve at the connection point, disconnected the tubing that was inside me to the beaker. She told me to hold my position, breath through my mouth, and, a few minutes later, helped me slowly off the table and followed me to the bath room carrying the tube which trailed from my behind. Once inside I sat down on the toilet, and reaching up underneath me, she slowly removed the retainer bulb, following which I felt as though I exploded into the bowl even before she had removed the remainder of the tube.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My nurse was at the door when I came out, and after making sure that all was well, helped me back up onto the table where I was instructed to assume the kneeling position once again. The gloved and lubricated finger once more was introduced into my backside and I noticed with relief that the nozzle she was lubricating for this round was only about six inches long. I settled my head into the pillow and waited for the insertion of the tube.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now this one won\'t be as uncomfortable as the last one,\" she said, and then introduced the nozzle into my rectum. I felt the liquid drain into my bowel, and then, some minutes later, abdomen distended once more, made my way to the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I returned from the bathroom, I was motioned toward the examination table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse escorted me to the examination table, which she had covered with a pastel sheet. I sat on the raised bolster section at the end, then laid back assuming the pre-requisite position.... knees up, each slippered foot in a stirrup, thighs widely separated with my buttocks near the end of the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The robe had shifted up to around my waist and, except for the slippers, I lay naked from the waist down. Dr. Chadwick entered the room and stepped up beside me as I lay on the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I hope that the cleansing enemas didn\'t make you too uncomfortable, but for anal sex, you might find that you\'ll be less inhibited if you\'re not worried about cleanliness there. You can easily obtain any of the drugstore pre-bottled solutions and simply use it before you and your partner start making love .\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Continuing, he said, \"I\'m going to examine both your vaginal and rectal areas. I\'m certain that we won\'t find any obvious abnormalities; the nurse noted that you did not, for example, suffer from hemorrhoids as she lubricated you, but I want to make sure that there\'s nothing else of note.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Moving to the end of the table, he stepped between my widely parted thighs and rolled a latex glove onto each hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse handed him a tube of lubricant which he applied to his now gloved fingers. With one hand, he parted the lips of my vulva and, gently holding the lips of my labia between thumb and finger, worked down each side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You obviously take care of yourself. .... no lesions or gland inflammation\", he observed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Holding back the covering hood of flesh, my clitoris was revealed and it, together with the area surrounding my urethra, came in for their share of diagnostic probings.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>His finger traced the sensitive ridge sending a tiny chill of pleasure up my spine. No other exam had ever evoked that kind of response! Moving his hand down to the opening of my vagina, two fingers were inserted and moved up inside me until I felt them at the tip of my cervix. He then rotated the fingers, pressing against the walls of my vagina and uterus in each direction.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just breath through your mouth, Ms. Broderick .....and let yourself go\", he soothingly advised.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Withdrawing his gloved hand, the nurse handed him a vaginal speculum. The nurse once more told me to relax and I felt the instrument enter my vaginal cavity, then a bit of pressure inside as the sides were opened. The Doctor adjusted the work lamp and peered down intently.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After perhaps a scant minute, and withdrawing the instrument, the Doctor walked to the head of the table, \"Everything looks just fine there, you\'re a very healthy woman. Are we ready for the next step?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gave a thumbs-up and flexed my back, \"Ready!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good, good, ...... I\'m going to be examining your anus and rectal areas for fissures or any other problems, and for this, the nurse is going to adjust your position so that I have, ahmm, maximum entrance ..... nurse, if you will please?\" and gestured toward my legs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse gestured with her hand, \"Hmmmm .... I going to need you to scoot down a little farther...... there, that\'s a girl.\" and thus my buttocks were now off the edge of the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a hand on my knee and another under my ankle, the nurse guided each leg back toward my head until it just about touched my breast. The stirrups were adjusted upward and to the rear, so that, after replacing each foot, I found myself in a jack-knifed position...my bottom fully extended in mid air; the lips of my vulva gaping open; soles of my slippers nearly parallel with the ceiling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could feel the air on my anus now that my buttocks were fully spread, and watched the nurse liberally lubricate the forefingers of the doctor\'s right hand with KY jelly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m going to insert one finger, initially, to examine you as far up as I can without instruments, then I\'ll introduce more as I feel you begin to acclimate to the exam. We\'ll be changing your position once more for the dilators .... I know this isn\'t very comfortable, but it will only last for a few minutes\", he explained.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could only lay there while images of myself so very extremely exposed swirled in my head. Stepping to my now prominently displayed perineum he first probed around the perimeter of my anus, separating the opening on either side, after which he inserted his forefinger to the second joint, and rotated the finger at an angle to the rim.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m just checking muscle elasticity at this point\", he said. I felt him continue working the finger up inside me until his hand rested in the cleft of my stretched buttocks. He then described a circle with his finger deep in my bowel, pushing at the tissue in either direction.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was glad at that point for the enema preparation as I felt as though a bowel movement would have been imminent.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Withdrawing his finger completely, he said, \"Excellent! Next, I\'ll be introducing two fingers into your rectum; this to help you with the dilators later.\" Placing one finger over the other, I felt the firm, insistent, pressure of the insertion. \"I want you to push down on my fingers, as though you were trying to go to the bathroom, to relax your sphincter muscle.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I strained as instructed and felt a hollow feeling as the fingers made their way up my rectum. I felt his hand at my bottom again, and then a pressure as he rotated the fingers in place. I could feel the moisture from the liquefied KY jelly trickle to my tailbone mixed with the perspiration from my exertions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He paused for a moment, fingers still buried in my rump, then looked up at me. \"I can see why you had a problem with anal intercourse; your rectal sphincter is very tight and well muscled.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Continuing his movements, he added, \"You, or your partner, need to be very generous with the lubrication..... I suggest, also, that you include graduated dilatation, which is what we\'re doing now, as part of your foreplay until you really get the knack of relaxing this muscle.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK .......three fingers; you\'ve accommodated the two-finger stage without difficulty, I gather : a bit of fullness perhaps?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No it doesn\'t hurt, I even think I\'m beginning to like it a little,\" I replied. In fact, the enforced exposure of my genitals and insertions were beginning to cause another sort of, very pleasurable and erotic, pressure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well good ! So, how about if we explore that a bit!?\" he suggested. I nodded, he motioned to the nurse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My nurse is trained in massage ...... and we do want you to be very relaxed!\" he beamed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll be pleasuring you with direct stimulation, I think you should enjoy that,\" he smiled, as the nurse added more KY jelly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the last I blushed, thinking that I must be lubricating myself just thinking about it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse untied the belt to the robe and pulled it open leaving me totally open and naked on the table, a glistening coat of KY jelly shining at my bottom. .... and wondering if the warmth in the room was coming from me!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing gloves, she poured some light oil onto her hand and began to massage my neck then down to each breast .... kneading ... stretching and rolling each taut nipple between her fingers, then moved down my belly to my damp pubic hair and inserted her fingers between and into the open lips of my vulva!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had never been touched so intimately by another woman in my life! At the same time I felt myself yield to the insistent caresses being applied against my rising bud, and surrendered to it all.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor held all three fingers together, and I felt the tips slowly ease into, and past, my anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let\'s feel a really good push now !\" the Doctor ordered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>While the pulses from the massage of my clitoris built, I pushed my body down on the table to meet, and help my rectum open to, the welcomed gloved hand. I remember the doctor saying that all three fingers were inserted and, with his free hand, he guided my own to my anal region where I felt his fingers as they lay buried in my rectum and felt the rim of my anus in its tightly extended accommodation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I covered my eyes with the back of my hand as he started an in and out movement. With each push past my anus, I could feel the gloved fingers working up my colon, the drumming of the nurse\'s massage of my clitoris, my body arched on the table, and the spasms swept me over the edge.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The fingers were ever so slowly withdrawn. A drop of perspiration trickled down my forehead.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think that you\'ve looked at a new horizon, don\'t you?\" he asked, rolling down his now slick gloves, with a grin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I blushed furiously and could only blow a stream of breath through pursed lips in response.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Looking down, I couldn\'t help but notice that my nipples were tightly erect; my bush of pubic hair lay in ringlets, damply matted with oil, KY jelly and my own juices.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse, after a final caress to my nether regions, walked to the sink and washed her hands; came back with a warm washcloth. Using my exposure to advantage, she proceeded to carefully wash my pubic region; perineum and anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After patting me dry; she guided my feet from the stirrups, opened the table up and helped me stretch out flat, still naked, on the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why don\'t you rest a moment, we\'ll be re-positioning you in just a minute\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I regained my senses, I happened to turn my head toward the instrument tray, the smooth, gleaming ebonite shafts had been lined up .</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now to finish your treatment,\" the Doctor was saying, regaining my wandering attention. \"I\'ll be inserting a series of graduated, increasingly larger, penis-shaped dilators into your rectum.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"God !\" I thought to myself \"Can I TAKE any more ???!!!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll need to have you turn over,\" he continued, \"onto your stomach, and I\'m going to adjust the table so that your in a supported position with your hips well raised , and your head will be lowered. Your knees will be at either side on the cushion, er, straddle-style.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rolled over onto my stomach whereupon the nurse held me steady while the table was adjusted into position, my hips supported by a bolster section in the middle, while the padded end of the table folded down becoming a shelf. Kneeling on the shelf, my thighs against the table, the head of the table was lowered raising my buttocks. Placing a hand on the insides of my thigh, my legs were guided until my knees were well separated and I felt the room air once again on the now slippery surface of my rear-thrust buttocks, vulva and anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The doctor removed a case from the stand and set it on an instrument tray by my head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Here, let me show you these.\" he said, and opened the case to reveal a series of what looked to be smooth penis replicas. There were about 10 in the case and ranged in size from that of an adult index finger to a monstrous one, a full three inches in diameter and to perhaps 12 inches long. Each was fashioned with a kind of bulb at one end forming a head and then flared out at the base.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I Guess my eyes betrayed my fear as I surveyed the larger sizes, for the Doctor said, \"Don\'t be alarmed, we\'ll select perhaps three in a medium size for today \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The smallest dilator he selected was about the size of my thumb, a second which was about the size of a normal penis, and then a third which was a little larger. One by one, he lubricated each with a KY-type jelly, placing them in a plastic dish on the tray by my head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My apprehension started to build as, despite my earlier preparation, I felt the old fear surface. Rolling on another set of gloves, he walked to where my rear lay open, cheeks well spread by my posture.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt the gloved finger enter my rectum with a dollop of Vaseline and then he picked up the smaller of the dilators and I felt the smooth tip press into the ring of my sphincter and slide easily, with only a hint of urging, up into my bowel. At the same time the nurse turned down the room lighting so the florescent lights were now low with only a small focused light illuminating my exposed and upraised rear end.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse then spread some more of the oil onto my back and buttocks, and I felt as though I could have drifted off to sleep with the movements of the dildo in my rectum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The dilator was withdrawn, and the next one that I felt at my portal was penis-sized. I remembered to push down and soon I felt the bulbous head began to ease past my anal ring; then felt what I knew to be the head inside my bowel.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was breathing though my mouth at that point and reached back with my hand, as I felt it slide home, to see how much had penetrated. I was pleased to find that it was almost all the way in to about it\'s eight-inch length.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse had moved to my buttocks, and began to knead the oil underneath and into my vaginal folds once more. The dilator was left in place and I could feel the deep fullness it provoked together with the excitement of the penetration. The Doctor started the in and out strokes, pushing to full length with each inward thrust, withdrawing almost to the tip of the device.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My heat had started once again and I could no longer contain my sense of excitement nor the urge to abandon myself to the pleasure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Doctor,\" I said, turning my head, \"I would really like to feel one of the larger dilators now,\" not believing the boldness of my request.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt the sliding of the smaller tool as it was withdrawn from my rectum. As the next cylinder was selected, I stole back with my own fingers and felt the now dilated state of my anus, redolent with lubricant, moist from the insertions of fingers and instruments. I moved my knees close to the support pad and jutted my hips still farther up and back in preparation for the next tube.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse moved to the end of the table and, placing her thumbs on either side of my anus, spread my orifice while another finger of Vaseline was introduced down through my anus deep inside. The dilator selected was ten inches long, maybe two inches in diameter and as it was lubricated I buried my head in my folded arms and had visions of the monstrous head penetrating my bottom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt the head placed against my now lax muscle and then the slow steady thrust and further distention of my rear aperture it made its\' way down into my intestine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As the Doctor thrust the instrument in, the nurse worked her hand down and three fingers into my vagina, keeping a steady rhythm going on my clitoris. I felt, seemingly, every inch of the dilator inside me and felt dizzy at the thought that this pole had penetrated such a small opening. Once again I had to reach back and confirm with my own hand the depth and size as the doctor worked the instrument in my bottom. I could only whimper as I felt the great shaft explore my very depths then; withdrawn, slowly, re lubricated and reinserted into my flesh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I began moving in harmony with both the movement in my rump and the ministrations of the nurse at my vulva; having total, unabashed intercourse with this ebonite shaft in my rectum. Back against the insertion and then forward in perfect time with its\' withdrawal.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Stars exploded and spasms swept my body; my hands clenched the edge of the table and, in spite of myself I cried out when, at one deep thrust, I felt a release I had never experienced or even imagined in orgasm.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I must have passed out, for I awoke to find that I was now on my back, covered with a sheet, the table having been returned to horizontal.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse peeked from around the door. \"Oh, your awake now ! You\'ve been napping for just a bit. That must have been something !\" She said brightly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now, we\'ll just get you cleaned up, and your done !\" And with that the sheet was removed and separating my legs, my genital and anal areas were gently cleaned off with a warm sponge. I was turned on my side, my buttock lifted, and an ointment was applied in and around my anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s to soothe the tissues,\" she explained. \"You may take that with you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now the Doctor says you’re going to be sore back there for a few days,\" she went on \"So don\'t try anything immediately, OK ?\" She winked, helped me off the table to a somewhat shaky standing position, and then to the dressing area for my clothes. Right now, \'it\' didn\'t feel sore so much as warm and tingly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back on the street, I wondered idly if there might be some outward sign of my adventure, a difference in my stride perhaps ? No matter, obviously this was going to require some experience and I already had a-follow-up appointment scheduled at the \"CLINIC : Suite-414\"</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,13,14,'en',0,'<h2>A True Story</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>It was 1981. I had already been on a new job for several weeks when I was informed that I had missed my pre-employment physical exam. I had an appointment for the next day. I washed extra good, and wore new underwear, since I didn\'t know what to expect. When it came time for me to go, the boss came out to my station and asked me if I could give another employee a ride to the clinic for her physical, and I told him that it was no problem.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I drove around to the office parking lot and saw Jackie, a quiet, very pretty secretary who had been working almost as long as I had. She had short, jet black hair and a very cute, pixie face. Her figure was fully mature, even though she was only nineteen, and she had large, very exciting breasts. She was wearing a navy blue, rather short skirt and a plain, white blouse. She wore dark blue stockings and shiny black, high heeled s hoes. When she got into my car, I smelled her perfume, and I was instantly turned on. She told me that she had only been informed about her appointment that morning, and that the insurance people were waiting for the results of all of the employee physicals, and that we were the last two that hadn\'t been to the clinic.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived there shortly, and signed in. There was only the old doctor and his nurse, a thirtyish, blonde woman, pretty, but seemingly a little bored. She wore the normal nurse\'s uniform, but without the little hat. Her pleated white skirt was short, but not tight, and her brassiere could be seen under her white nurse\'s tunic. She carried her stethoscope tucked into her blouse, in between her large breasts, maybe to keep it warm. She smiled and invited us to sit down until the doctor was ready for us. I found a couple of year old fishing magazines, but I couldn\'t read because I was too busy watching Jackie nervously moving around in her chair, squirming as if she couldn\'t get comfortable. She stared vacantly out into space, thinking about the coming physical examination, I suppose. In a little while, after watching Jackie grow more and more nervous, the doctor called us into the back office.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>There were two small examining rooms, separated by two white, pleated privacy screens, but nothing else. He directed each of us to a cubicle, and said, \"You\'ll find dressing gowns on the table. Please get yourselves ready.\" I went into my cubicle, found the usual disposable, white paper gown, and took off everything except my underwear. I put the gown on and sat on the table to wait.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a couple of minutes, I heard Jackie call my name. Startled, I replied, asking what she wanted. \"What are we supposed to take off ? Everything ? Does he expect us to wait here in the nude, except for these paper gowns ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My cock leaped when I envisioned her without any clothes on, right there in the same room, with only the thinnest of dividers between us. \"I don\'t know, Jackie, I kept my underwear on beneath this idiotic little gown.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sighed, relieved. \"Then that\'s what I\'m going to do, too. Thanks...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noticed that the bright light fixture was on her side of the divider, and that her silhouette could be easily made out on the thin, white cloth curtains of the privacy screen. I realized that while I could see her through the crack between the two blinds, she would be unable to see me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Curious, I jumped down from the table and moved quietly to the other side of the cubicle. I could easily see everything on the other side! I saw that Jackie had already taken off her blouse, and was just unzipping her skirt. My heart was beating like a jack-hammer. I discovered that I had been holding my breath, even though there was no way that she would suspect that I was peeking at her from in between the screens.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was thrilled, caught up in a voyeuristic trance as I watched Jackie step lightly out of her last outer garment. Standing there, she seemed a little confused as she fumbled with the silly little paper examining gown. I studied her as she stood there in only her tiny, white bikini under wear and her dark blue nylon stockings. She truly was a vision of elegant loveliness. Her figure was even more enticing than I had estimated, from her uptilted, pointed tits to her slim, perfect waist, on down her thrillingly proportioned legs and tiny, delicate, stockinged feet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She slipped the examination gown on and hopped up on the table, the only place in the room to sit down. I could only see her pretty legs, then, so I returned to my own table, only this time with a raging hard-on.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a very long time, during which Jackie and I talked about many things , the nurse came into Jackie\'s cubicle. \"I\'m sorry for the delay, but the doctor was called away to the hospital unexpectedly, and will return when the emergency has passed. In the meantime, I will begin your examinations. First, I will weigh and measure you and ...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She said something that I couldn\'t make out, and then I heard Jackie\'s voice, seemingly distressed, \"But why? I already have a doctor for that! I don\'t want to.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse replied, \"It\'s part of the routine, Jackie, everyone in your company has had the same exact examination.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>They seemed to have forgotten about me, in the back cubicle, so I got up again and went to the crack between the screens. I could see everything in the other cubicle. Jackie was still arguing with the nurse, who was reaching behind Jackie\'s back, trying to untie her gown, I suppose. \"Come on, now, Jackie, It\'s all right, it\'s just us girls here. You know that it\'s all right. Everyone has to be entirely nude when they\'re at the doctor\'s office! You\'ll get used to it in a few minutes, I\'m sure. Besides, we\'ll have your gown back on long before the doctor returns.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse tried even harder to take the girl\'s little gown off, causing her to pull away lightly on the examining table, while still remaining seated on the cold metal device. She was actually putting up a mild struggle to avoid being undressed by the eager nurse!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jackie twisted her torso away from the nurse\'s grasp, leaning way over on the table, trying in vain to get away, showing me her bare upper thighs and a good view of her pantied ass. The blonde nurse was growing impatient, and changed her tone, \"That\'s enough, young lady!\" she snapped, \" Take it off now, you\'re wasting my time.\" To my relief, Jackie finally hopped down from the table and very hesitantly took off the dressing gown. She stood there, her expression defiant, before the nurse in her bra, stockings, and panties. My hand rubbed over my cock, and a jolt of electricity shot through my erectly throbbing organ.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Take those off and step up on the scales.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jackie balked again. \"These clothes only weigh a couple of ounces! They won\'t make any difference.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse showed her the examination form from our company. She read it aloud, \"Height goes here, see? And here it says, weight ?, (nude).\" I suppose she couldn\'t think of another excuse, so she slipped her brassiere off, revealing her truly spectacular tits. Her nipples had already begun to stiffen, and her brownish pink tips were tilting upwards at an increasingly greater angle, even as I watched ! I don\'t know if it was the coolness of the air, or if she was becoming aroused, or maybe a little of both. The view that I had of her semi-nakedness was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn\'t take my eyes off of her magnificent young nudity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse took the bra and placed it with her other clothes. Next, Jackie bent at the waist and rolled her dark blue stockings down her fine legs, and took them off. They were the kind that didn\'t need garter belts. When her stockings were laid on the pile of Jackie\'s other clothes, the nurse spoke to the lovely, trembling girl, \"Only one more thing, Honey , step on out of your pretty little panties, and we\'ll get started.\" I was shocked to hear her tone of voice, but Jackie didn\'t seem to mind, and she lowered her panties and stepped out of them, stark naked! I saw her neat, black bush, and studied her increasingly erect nipples.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her titties bounced and jiggled as she walked toward where I was standing. I stepped back to avoid detection as she stepped up on the antique measuring device. The nurse told her to turn around, and I saw her perfect ass, buck naked, not five feet from where I stood! The nurse measured her height as five feet four inches and her weight at one hundred and twelve pounds. She gave her age as nineteen. She was single, but was engaged to her high school sweetheart. The nurse asked several more questions, but I was so involved in peeping at her nakedness that everything else seemed meaningless.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally, the nurse told Jackie to sit on the table to wait for the doctor. I was very surprised when she sat down without putting the examining gown back on. Her expression had changed, and she had a peculiar, kind of dazed look in her eyes. I saw that she was breathing heavily, and that her face and upper chest seemed flushed. Her nipples quivered and twitched on her trembling bosoms, and she even touched herself there, almost unconsciously, lightly pinching her nipples when the nurse turned her back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then, to my extreme horror, the nurse came right over to the cubicle where I stood, quite unexpectedly. She saw me standing in the middle of the cubicle, looking between the privacy screens. I was holding my hand over my painfully throbbing, fully erect cock. Instead of being mad, she only smiled oddly at me and said, \"It\'s time for a few little tests, sir. Go on and take your things off for me, so we can start your examination.\" I was petrified. She would see my hard-on! There was no way, short of serious sex, that the missile between my thighs would ever come down.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took the gown off, and she studied my erection through my briefs. \"Take those off, too, sir. Sorry, but it\'s the rules.\" I stripped naked in front of the blonde nurse, and she told me, \"Stand straight, with your arms down by your sides\". She stared directly at my rock-hard penis, and said, \"My, but some girl is the lucky one.\" I felt much better, and just let her look at my visibly throbbing manhood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll get your height and weight first, sir, then the doctor will finish your exam when he gets back from the hospital.\" She led me to some ancient scales in the corner, and had me stand up on them. After fiddling with the weights and bars for a long time, she seemed unable to get a proper measurement. \"Damn scales are broken again! They were just repaired, too. I guess we\'ll have to use the other set.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My heart leaped into my throat! The other pair of scales was in Jackie\'s cubicle. The nurse led me, naked, over to the privacy curtain, and spoke to Jackie, \"We have to use your scales, Dear, now don\'t look!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She took me right into the little examining room where my work-mate was sitting completely naked on the examining table. She had not followed the nurse\'s order, and was staring right at my rigid hard-on. She gasped, and closed her eyes, but she didn\'t try to cover herself from my sight. She seemed a little flushed, and I think she had become excited, sexually. She opened her eyes and leaned over on her table to get a better view of my nakedness. <br />\r\n <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was staring right at her bare breasts, but she didn\'t really seem to mind. She even poked them out a bit, causing them to jiggle slightly. Her body language was tense, but her legs were spread a apart little bit, allowing me to see her curly, soft black pussy hair, and even a fleeting glimpse of her pink sex slit. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she stared at my hard prick. My penis has always marched to a different drummer, and this time was no exception. The purple, blood engorged head bobbed up and down in time with my heartbeat, and a big, blue vein was standing out from my cockshaft. Both women�s eyes were riveted on my naked sexual organ.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was confused by Jackie\'s change of heart, and wondered why she had suddenly abandoned her modesty. I guessed that she may have become excited by the idea of being seen without any clothes on. Perhaps she had come to enjoy the thrill of the clinical exhibitionism, or maybe she had simply resigned herself to the inevitable. I was very perplexed by the strangeness of this highly abnormal situation. Although I was enjoying myself tremendously, I tried to maintain a neutral attitude, not wanting to do anything to alter the fragile state of affairs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The measuring took several minutes, and they had me turn around a couple of times, showing everything I had to their curious, appreciative eyes. Again, I suspected that everything was a little off when she insisted on measuring my penis. I had never heard of such a test before, and I got extremely aroused when she wrapped her cloth tape measure around the base of my cock, very tightly. I almost lost it when she stretched my prick out with her warm fingers, in order to measure the length. \"Eight and a half inches by one and seven eight�s, erect.\" She said aloud, and even wrote it down on the form.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She turned to the pretty nude girl on the exam table, and said, \"Oh Jackie, I see here that we forgot to get your measurements. Please stand up, and I\'ll take care of the oversight.\" I was still on the scales when she stood up, stark naked. The blonde nurse measured everything the young secretary had. She measured her hips and waist, and then she measured her quivering, naked titties. I stood there, mesmerized, as the nurse found some calipers and measured her now fully erect nipples. The nurse pulled on each nipple several times, and then released them suddenly, making her boobies quiver and wobble sexily. The reddened teats responded by swelling up, and tightening even more than before. She measured their length at 5/8 of an inch long, and almost a half inch in diameter. The pretty girl\'s exciting areolae measured an inch and a half, even while shriveled by their state of erection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Everyone seemed a little tense, but no one made any attempt to change the delicate status quo. I stood there, stark naked, trying to be invisible, so that the spell would not be broken, and they would make me go back to my cubicle. Then, the nurse raised the stakes, and Jackie, much to my disbelief, went along. \"I\'ll have to get you ready for your pelvic, Jackie, I\'ll need to lubricate your vagina!\" The girl\'s eyes widened, but she was silent. \"Lie back and spread your legs widely apart, dear, and I\'ll get started.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She immediately did as she was told, and soon the nurse was vigorously rubbing white Vaseline cream on Jackie\'s naked cunt, right in plain sight of me, a male patient! Her pussy lips and clitoris were clearly excited and engorged, swollen with sexual desire, protruding from her vagina more and more as the nurse expertly pulled and teased the girl\'s sensitive, openly flowering little nerve center.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a while, Jackie shuddered as the nurse found just the right spot, and she had a restrained, but obviously quite intense multiple orgasm under the nurse\'s expertly probing fingers. I was dazed by the amount of weirdness going on, anyway, when the nurse told us, \"It\'s not part of the usual exam, but I think I\'ll take a sample of the gentleman\'s seminal fluid. He seems to be in a state of readiness, already, and I don\'t think that Jackie will mind.\" Jackie was really turned on by the whole situation, though it was evident that she was nervous and confused, also. Her nudity was driving me insane, and I decided to go along with the charade.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jackie, stand over by the scales, and let him lie down on the table.\" The naked girl stood up and walked to where I had been standing. She didn\'t try to cover herself, and she would pinch her nipple or touch the top of her naked slit every so often, inducing even greater excitement in her private parts. I could smell the musky scent of her orgasmic fluids, and the heady aroma triggered something primitive in my groin. I lay down as I had been instructed, and the nurse began gliding up and down my shaft with her soft, warm fingers. In a little while, my volcano-like organ spewed my pent up sperm all over my chest and belly. The nurse didn\'t take a sample, but merely wiped my sticky cum off with a white hand towel. <br />\r\n <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was stunned. The morning had brought more excitement and voyeuristic thrills than I had ever imagined possible. Jackie smiled at me, and I blushed, thoroughly ashamed at my lack of control, and the weakness that I felt after the mind-numbing climax I had just experienced. After a while, the doctor drove up, and the nurse hurried me back to my part of the room, and handed me my gown. By the time I saw the doctor, thankfully, my cock was back to normal. The actual exam turned out to be rather routine, with no real surprises. Afterward, we got dressed and left the odd little clinic.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On the drive back to work, Jackie didn\'t say a word about the incident. As long as she stayed employed at that company, we always spoke politely, but it was as if the whole thing had been totally forgotten. She was married in a few months, and moved to another town. I never saw her again. </p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,14,15,'en',0,'<p><strong>It was 1940, WWII was in full swing and at age three I had just been placed in a Children\'s Home. My mother and father had just divorced and my mother was too sick to take care of me. I remember that day very well even though it was very long ago. I thought I would be there just a week, not knowing that I would be spending the next ten years of my life in the place that would strongly influence my destiny. The home was located on the East Coast and consisted of several Victorian buildings and houses, which at one time had been part of a large estate. The Victorian architecture of those buildings had minimal influence on my present taste, with one exception, the bathrooms. At the time they were spacious and tall ceilinged, with tile floors, big bathtubs, deep sinks and plenty of room to do other things besides ridding one\'s self of waste and external bathing. Life there was all right, but at times very lonely. For a child that is lonely there are a lot of fantasies, dreams and secret discoveries. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Four years passed and they are all but forgotten. They were years of growing and discovery but, nonetheless, still uneventful. Then came 1944, and with it many new experiences which changed me into a totally different and unique being, and cast me into a class of humans who have a special ritual of sexual pleasure. As I grew up I learned that this ritual has remained obscure and personal, its pleasures being shared mostly by one, two, or at the most, three people. So this is where my story really begins as far as I am concerned.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was six I had a dream. One that I have yet to truly understand. One that fascinates me and also may fascinate you. There was a round swimming pool at the home and I dreamed about it one night. In that dream I found out that I was suspended under the warm water and my body was encased from head to toe in a skintight rubber suit. It had no opening other than one in the rear through which a red rubber hose entered my rectum, passing deep into my bowels. Even though the rubber tightly encased my face I had no need to breath and felt very secure floating there in limbo tethered only by the rubber hose, and neither rising to the surface nor sinking down to the bottom of the pool. Through the rubber hose that came from the surface shot jets of warm water, filling my insides and turning me into a big balloon. It was a very erotic dream that I never revealed to anyone. When I think of it now, I feel it was a dream predicting the future.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One night about a year later I had an asthma attack and was taken to the small twelve bed hospital which was located at the end of the east wing on the rather deserted second floor of the main building. This little infirmary somehow seemed isolated from the rest of the building because no one resided there, the rooms being used for storage. Because of this feature the hospital seemed to be in a world of it\'s own, and rather completely self-sufficient. I was the only patient there. Mrs. Van Dorin, the nurse, was a very beautiful woman of Dutch nationality. She spoke good English, but with a very obvious accent, which fascinated me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Mrs. Van Dorin had been separated from her family at the beginning of the war, being forced to remain in the States. She had been working at the home infirmary for over a year. The first night I was in the hospital she cured me with a shot of adrenaline. The next day, when I thought I would have to leave, she told me that I would be staying for at least a week. It was great news because I liked her and the hospital, which I found to be different and much more pleasurable than the rest of the home. So the first day at the hospital was a day of getting to know the beautiful nurse who would help me discover new pleasures.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The second day was different however, starting out with a rather powerful laxative of Milk of Magnesia and Cascara, which is commonly called a black and white. It sure did its job. By noon I was as empty as could be. During the initial part of the afternoon my beautiful nurse spent her time in the rather large hospital bathroom, and the sounds coming from there gave me the impression that she was preparing something. That bathroom was unusual in that it contained a pleasant odor, which I discovered the first day I was there. I was unable to identify the odor, which lingered there very strong, but I liked it and would learn to love it forever.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I sat in my bed listening to the noises, I wondered what she was doing. I found out soon enough when she came out wearing a rubber apron and told me to take off my pajamas while she stood there watching me. I obeyed without question, and without saying another word, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. Being completely naked, I felt very small and embarrassed, a feeling that increased when I saw what awaited me behind the bathroom door. As my eyes perceived the various objects in the room I realized again the presence of the odor, which seemed much stronger. It emanated from the rubber apron she wore, the rubber sheet on the canvas bathtub cover and the rubber enema bag, filled so full, hanging high above on the stand. Somehow I knew what was about to take place, even though I had never, as far as I could recall, experienced it before. I knew that this beautiful dominant nurse was going to do what she wanted to me, and I knew that protesting would be a rather pointless gesture. But I wouldn\'t protest anyhow because deep inside I really wanted it to happen. I am sure she sensed my feelings as she told me how she was going to wash my tummy out from the inside, and how my tummy would get big and full and how it would feel good.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At her command I lay down on the heavy canvas sheet which was stretched tight over the rim of the large bathtub, and as I lay there looking up at her, I again experienced a feeling of helplessness. It never ceases to amaze me how that feeling evokes a sexual response in me even when just thinking about it. The next thing I knew she was forcing me into a jack-knife position, which caused my rear end to be elevated. She then bound my feet and ankles together with a roll of gauze and it looked as if I had one big sock on. She then took the roll of gauze and looped it around my ankles, ran it like a piece of rope to a wall hook and tightened it up until my legs were suspended above my body. Greasing me up with a gob of Vaseline, she inserted a rather large rectal tube.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Needless to say, it felt good and caused my penis to get very hard very quickly, increasing my embarrassment and bringing a smile to her beautiful face. The quietness was broken by the sharp click of the shut-off clamp and warm soapy water flowing rapidly through the rubber hose into me from that big bag hanging so very high above, causing another pleasurable sensation. My head was spinning and I don\'t remember seeing her putting Vaseline on my penis. My breathing was very fast, but it all seemed to be in slow motion. Her lips were moving, she was telling me to relax, over and over she repeated that word. The soapy warm water was rushing into me, flooding my insides and making my tummy bigger and bigger. I could see that big red rubber enema bag getting smaller and smaller and I could feel the delicious pleasure of my tummy turning into a balloon while my slippery hard penis slid back and forth in her ever faster moving hand. My penis was squirting, my body was in spasm, I was crying out. I was going limp all over and she was kissing me and saying, \"Sweet baby.\" <br />\r\n <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<p>That experience left me so weak that she had to help me to the toilet, leaving the rectal tube in me and taping my cheeks together to help me hold it in. My tummy was so big and heavy that when she removed the tape all that soapy water and everything came out of me with a thunderous roar. When I was empty again she put me back to bed and I was so comfortably exhausted that I slept for the rest of the evening. While I dozed in and out of a semi-sleep, she sat beside my bed reading. And when I woke up for a while she explained what I had experienced and told me that I would get one enema every day. She kept this promise, and it was probably one of the most memorable weeks of my younger life.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was under Mrs. Van Dorin\'s care many times before she left the home and on each occasion I received a pleasurable inside wash. On two occasions I received what is known as a colonic irrigation, prior to the big enema. In a colonic irrigation, water is pumped in and then left to flow back out through the same tube, or double tube. This is repeated over and over and each time the colon is stretched a little larger. The net result is that when the high colonic enema is given it can be much larger than if this is not done.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In 1945 Mrs. Van Dorin left to return to Holland and that was a painful loss for me. I never did see or hear from her again and have wondered so many times what happened to the beautiful, dominant Dutch nurse who introduced the quiet, young, shy boy to the pleasures of being subjected to the enema. As you will see, this was not the end, but the beginning, and if one believes in destiny, then mine was to be dominated by women who have it in their minds to frequently change my body size and shape by injecting into me the fluid that comes from the large rubber bag.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Soon after Mrs. Van Dorin left I was transferred to the main building from one of the cottages. Here I was under the supervision of Miss Viola. She was blonde, harsh, and again, beautiful, eliciting immediate response to an action by the loud snap of her fingers. We all took an evening shower in the basement of a four story building and would go down in our bathrobes with Miss Viola; but when we disrobed we were nude and she had a bathing suit and rubber bathing cap on. I always have pleasure in seeing nude women with bathing caps (often a practice in nudist camps) and no doubt this pleasure can be traced to Miss Viola, who further encouraged my fondness for the pleasures of the enema. Raymond, a 15 year old in the group, was very well hung for his age, almost to the point of being a medical curiosity, and even though I was only eight I understood that there was some sexual connection and wondered how Miss Viola felt about it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One night I had an asthma attack which carried on into the morning resulting in my being forced to remain in bed while the others went to school. Soon I was alone in the large dormitory wondering if I was just to lay there alone all day. What I didn\'t know was that Miss Viola had contacted the new nurse and together they had made plans for my treatment. Of course you can guess what the treatment was, but I could never figure out the connection between lung ailments and a good cleansing of the colon. Anyhow, I guess the enema was a good cure for about anything in those days. Shortly I was visited by the new nurse, Mrs. Dickenson, who was in her 50\'s. She was a matronly woman with large breasts and classically wore her hair in a tight bun. She examined me quickly and joined Miss Viola in the bathroom down the hall from the dormitory. Soon I heard the already familiar sound of water running into a container, which clued me in on what was about to take place. The contemplation of my fate, and knowing that I would be asked to strip naked and comply with their wishes excited me immensely.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Very soon Miss Viola appeared at the door down at the end of the dorm and asked me to come into the bathroom. It was a long walk and one containing much anticipation. As I walked through the door I saw a familiar sight. There hung the big red rubber enema bag that had filled me full many times before. Very quickly I found myself on the window seat looking up at the enema bag full of warm soapy water.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse inserted the rectal tube as Miss Viola, with a smile on her stern face, held me by the ankles, exposing my rear to the nurse. My erection quickly returned and was easily noticed by both women. I was very embarrassed and my face must have been beet red. I remember the raised eyebrow look I got from Miss Viola, a look that said, \"Well, what do we have here, a boy excited by enemas?\" Somehow she understood my expression, which was one of mixed fear and embarrassment. The nurse was talking, but I was aware only of the sound. My eyes were fixed on Miss Viola and I couldn\'t look away. The soapy water was running in, my tummy was swelling, my breathing was becoming rapid and my penis was throbbing, but still I couldn\'t take my eyes away. Her expression turned to one of satisfaction. She knew, and she knew I knew. I was so full I thought I would explode. Then it was all in me and the nurse taped my cheeks together, telling Miss Viola she wanted me to hold it while she drew a hot bath. So, there I lay in a jack-knife position with my tummy all swollen, my ankles held together in the vise like grip of Miss Viola\'s strong hand. After I voided, Miss Viola set me in the bath. The tub water was very hot, making me very relaxed. After my bath, I slept most of the day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Several months later I brought home a report card with some tardy marks on it. I wasn\'t the only one who had a bad card, but I was the only one who didn\'t get whipped for the misdeed. After the other boys were punished they were allowed to go out and play, while I had to scrub Miss Viola\'s private bathroom floor. I was surprised to see a big enema bag hanging by the bathtub and just happened to be sitting on my ankles looking at it when all of a sudden she was there. How long she had been in the door way I don\'t know, but she sure saw me looking, and told me that maybe I wouldn\'t like it so much if I got enough of it. Quickly my mind flashed back to the previous enema and her smile. It was the same smile as before and she ordered me to strip and lay down in the bathtub.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The enema was very hot and she filled me until I began to howl. I thought my belly was going to split and I had wicked cramps. This delighted her to no end and even though I was very uncomfortable, I still had a very hard erection. This she quickly took care of with some Vaseline. After I came, the cramps returned much stronger and it was all I could do to keep from expelling the enema on the spot.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After I was empty she took off the bathrobe she was wearing and sat naked on the edge of a chair instructing me to get between her legs and lick. I hadn\'t ever seen a naked woman before and even though it was exciting, I was scared and timid, which displeased her. Before I knew what had happened she had my face shoved between her legs and I was licking my jaws off. I apparently did it right, because her body suddenly went limp with some deep moans. After it was over she told me that if I ever uttered a word of what had happened she would beat me half to death. From that time on for the next two years I was frequently punished, even for some of the most minor infractions. The punishment was always the same and I loved it every time. So, before I had even reached the age of puberty I had learned to sexually satisfy a woman as well as myself. The concept of being enemaed was fully accepted and deeply entrenched in my mind as the number one way to experience sexual pleasure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next three years I spent in a cottage with a very obese and ugly dispositioned housemother. During that time the only enemas I received were ones that I would give myself while spending holidays at my aunt and uncle\'s home. I had discovered the enema bag in her linen closet and I used to spend considerable time in the bathroom. I am sure they wondered what was going on. I think my aunt knew, but she never indicated it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On one Easter vacation I wasn\'t feeling well, and probably had the flu, which brought on a stomach ache. When I told my aunt about it, she told me that a good enema would make me feel better. I certainly hadn\'t expected that, although I did like the idea. I had always had a sexual attraction for my aunt, who was a big woman, but beautiful just the same. I had always wanted to get an enema from her but never dreamed it would happen. After my cousins left the house she gave me the enema, using a bench that was the same height as the toilet. She made me sit on the toilet backwards and then lie back on the bench. It is rather interesting that I was always made to lie on my back for enemas, rather than on my side the way they are given in hospitals. Now, I prefer it that way. Aunt Lynn gave me a very sexy enema, giving me the right amount at the right time. Of course, I had an erection, which evoked embarrassment. She looked at it, but acted as if it didn\'t exist, filling me to my eyeballs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mentioned before how I always received enemas on my back with my legs in the air, another thing that always happened was that I was always given large amounts. I read where a woman said she had received one-quart enemas. I don\'t believe I ever received less than two quarts, and often more. I recall many times when the bag was refilled. Presently I can hold four quarts without much discomfort. After the enema was over Aunt Lynn made me go to bed. Thinking about what had happened made me so excited that I masturbated to a climax twice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of three years I left the children\'s home to live with my grandparents who were in their 60\'s. After a few days of settling in I discovered, much to my pleasure, a large cardboard box containing two good sized enema bags and a hand pump with tubes, plus a large variety of unusual nozzles. I knew that this was a very large amount of gear for anyone to have unless it is being used for sexual pleasure, but from the way it was stored away I\'m sure it hadn\'t been used in quite a number of years and I will always wonder why.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my stay at this house all through high school, I used this equipment and gave myself frequent enemas. These were the years of experimentation, and there were some wild experiments: Enemas while laying in a tub of warm water; enemas in every conceivable position; enemas with warm, hot, cold and soapy water. I became very efficient at it, but the big thing I always missed was the woman and it just wasn\'t the same. By this time I had learned that you don\'t tell just anybody about enemas without being made fun of. I began dating around age 16 and began having intercourse with Jean, whom I dated regularly for a year. During that time we tried many things and I felt I could tell her about my attraction for receiving enemas. But when I did she became cold and impersonal. Considering we had tried cunnilingus, analingus, fellatio and intercourse, I found it difficult to understand and still do to this day. Jean refused to discuss this change and we broke off dating very soon thereafter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This happening caused me to have feelings of inadequacy, especially after she started dating one of my rivals on the football team. Then the attitudes of various schoolmates began to change. There were smiles and smirks and jokes. I had no idea of what was going on until one day after football practice when Kent accused me of being queer and of liking to get hosed. At the same time he pushed me backwards over a bench. I had always kept myself in good physical shape, and had learned to fight early in life. When you grow up in a home like the one I was in you either fight and gain respect or you get squashed. Anyhow, Kent had made his big mistake. Before they could stop me I had broken his nose and jaw putting him cold on the floor. Needless to say, I was suspended from school for a week and Kent\'s parents threatened to sue my grandparents, but there were enough people to prove he had started the whole mess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next day Peggy, a girl I\'d met through Joan, called and told me the whole story. Jean had told not only Kent, but all of the girls in the school. At this point I wanted to jump off a train trestle, but Peggy assured me that my confrontation with Kent had made me a sort of hero and legend. That weekend I dated Peggy and discovered a rather beautiful young woman. She convinced me that I could go back to school and not be embarrassed. One thing that tickled me is that Kent and I were both quarterbacks for the team and with both of us out the team got smeared in a Saturday night game.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peggy and I dated regularly. One evening about a month after we started going together she blurted out that when she had heard the story about me liking enemas she had gotten excited. She told me that she was also attracted to enemas for some unknown reason and had given herself many, but she would rather give them to someone else. Peggy\'s parents had plenty of money and were gone often on the weekends, leaving Peggy alone. For the next three months Peggy gave me enemas in their very elaborately decorated main bathroom. We experimented together and sometimes she wore bras, girdles, garterbelts and stockings. One time she even wore her mother\'s long leather gloves and black spiked heels. She tried all kinds of liquids in me, even milk. And one time she even hooked the hose from the hair washing apparatus in the bathtub and gave me an enema with it while I lay in the tub. The water felt good going in fast, but it was all over too soon.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also started experimenting with bondage and she would securely tie my hands and arms, gagging and taping my mouth. It was on one of these occasions that we got the biggest shock of our lives when her mother and father quietly walked in on us. There I was, bound and gagged on my back, on her mother\'s footstool with over two quarts of soapy water in me when her mother came through the door. There was a horrified scream and she almost fainted. Her dad was next, almost repeating the performance. What could we do?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peggy locked them out and helped me up. Peggy\'s father was pounding on the door and her mother was crying, \"What has he done to my daughter?\" If it wasn\'t for the fact that the bathroom window was three stories up, I would have gone out of it. Peggy bargained with them to get me out of the house. There was one brief kiss and that was the last time I ever saw her. She was immediately sent to a private school in California. When I recall the scene I can only laugh and think about how scared we both were at the time. I still have a picture of her and I wonder who is getting the enemas now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After high school I went to college and then into the service, Medical Corp. While stationed out West I met my wife. She is a beautiful woman with long dark hair and dominant features. When we first met she knew nothing about enemas, but I finally told her after about a year. She couldn\'t understand how it could evoke a sexual response, but was willing to try giving them to me. She had a nurse friend and borrowed some textbooks from her and studied them. She also quizzed me about everything I ever knew about enemas and one night when I went to her room she was in a housecoat and nylons and spiked heels. She had bought a three-quart enema bag that looked like a pumpkin when filled, and there it was, completely full hanging in the bathroom. She made me undress and taped my mouth shut telling me that if she was going to give me enemas, she was going to be in full control. She also bound my hands with nylons. For her first attempt, it was fantastic. She was so sexually worked up that after it was all over she made me get down and lick her beautiful num num.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 14 years ago and it keeps getting better and better. She wears high-heeled boots now and many other outfits, including many girdles. She designed a special bench which tilts me so that I am almost standing on my head when receiving enemas. Just as I like receiving large volume enemas, she also loves giving them and discovered that with my body tilted head down at a 60-degree angle I can hold much more than when lying in a flat position. She also binds me rather elaborately but quickly in a short straight jacket and rubber half face mask with an inflatable balloon in my mouth. She also uses a double balloon enema catheter, and when positioned this way all I can do is lay there helpless, almost on my head, taking it (all of it).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that is just what I want to do, forever and ever.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,15,16,'en',0,'<h2>Hokkaido\'s Red Lamp District</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>During his visit to Japan, Paul Weldon took a trip one day to the northern island of Hokkaido, staying in a small hotel near the town of Hokodate. It was a complete change for him and for once in his lifetime he was completely cut off from newspapers and contact with the outside world. But, inevitably, for a man as active as Paul Weldon, time began to drag after a day or two and he decided to spend a day in Hakodate, a place he had intended to avoid as much as possible.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hakodate is not a particularly interesting town. It is on the west coast of Hokkaido, a fishing center with such industries as fish canning and sulfur extraction. It is big enough, however, to sustain a red lamp district and it is there that Paul went to get some relief from his boredom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As he walked down one of the streets where he had been told he would find the \'best\' girls he saw a strikingly beautiful teenager looking down at him from the open window of her room on the first floor of a house where four or five girls had their headquarters. He was at once attracted by her lovely eyes and beautiful smile and he had no hesitation in going into the open doorway and up the stairs when she nodded to him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She was waiting at the door of her room, dressed in a blue kimono. She was no more than five feet tall and judging by her slender arms visible in the wide short sleeves of her robe she was altogether small and almost fragile.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She continued to smile at him as she bowed an invitation. As soon as he\'d entered the room she closed the door, hanging a card in Japanese on the outside to the effect that she hadn\'t to be disturbed, and then waved him to a low divan with numerous delightfully embroidered cushions. As soon as he sat down she produced a teapot and two small cups, handing one to her visitor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You like Japanese girl?\' she asked him as she sat on a cushion in front of him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Very much, very much,\' said Paul. \'Especially you. What is your name?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'\'Kiwiko,\' she said. \'It was also the name of my grandmother. Do you like it too?\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Kiwiko. Yes, I think it suits you. But tell me how old are you?\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Seventeen,\' she said smiling again. \'It is already quite old in Japan, you know.\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She certainly didn\'t look more than fourteen, thought Paul but he was relieved to hear that she would be considered of age in Europe. She might be better developed than he had thought when she took off her kimono, though he had never seen a Japanese woman with particularly large breasts or prominent buttocks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She sipped her tea and then, putting her cup down, she got to her feet and began to unfasten the sash which held her kimono together. Paul watched eagerly as the robe slipped down her body to reveal her nakedness.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was pleasantly surprised to see that her breasts were larger than he would have expected and that her thighs were not as slim as those of most Japanese women. When the robe slipped to the floor he saw that she was attractively built, despite a certain fragility about her. He would certainly enjoy going to bed with her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You like?\' she asked him as she turned round so that he could also get a back view.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Very beautiful.\' He was on his feet and he grabbed hold of her and pulled her onto the divan. She let him kiss her soft voluptuous lips but then she said that she would have to prepare him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Prepare?\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Yes, I wash you first,\' she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was quite happy to be washed by her and when he had undressed she began to wash the lower part of his body in warm soapy water, paying particular attention to his genitals and then to his crotch and anus. When she was satisfied that he was clean she dried him in a soft towel after which she sprinkled and rubbed in a scented powder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was then that Paul had his first real surprise. </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Kiwiko Suggests an Enema</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>\'I now give enema,\' Kiwiko said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Enema?\' echoed Paul.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Yes, an enema,\' she said matter of factly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'What on earth for, Kiwiko?\' Paul demanded. He was completely at a loss. First he thought he hadn\'t heard her properly or that perhaps an enema meant something different to her. But now it seemed that she meant what she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Best Japanese girls always give enema,\' she said smiling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'But, Kiwiko, I don\'t want an enema. Why should I want an enema?\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You always have enema with best Japanese girl. You must be clean inside as well as outside. You enjoy too,\' she spoke reassuringly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He had never heard that there were prostitutes in any part of the world that gave enemas to their clients before sex. It must be something peculiar to Hokkaido, or was it just an idiosyncrasy of hers?</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'I\'m not sure that I want an enema, Kiwiko,\' said Paul now speaking in earnest. \'I\'ve never had an enema and I don\'t particularly want to start now. I want to make love to you.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You must have enema,\' she said firmly. \'If you never have one you are not clean inside. Besides many men they like and enjoy as much as sex. It is like what you call an orgasm. Some men they can come with enema. And I will help you in other ways.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Well, if you are sure, then I suppose I\'ll have to have it.\' It sounded rather bizarre but if some men got an orgasm from an enema and she was also ready to assist him, then it might be worth trying, he decided.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Englishman right to have enema with Japanese girl,\' she said. \'Now I get you ready.\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was sitting on a low bed but the girl now asked him to stand up whereupon she placed a rubber-covered board over the bed and asked him to lie down on it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You lie on left side,\' she told him as he placed himself on the firm rubber board.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he was in the right position she pushed his left leg forward and felt for his anus. He felt her fingers which she had quickly lubricated with her saliva pressing against his anus and a moment later one finger must have penetrated perhaps half an inch, though with some difficulty. She drew it out and as it was insufficiently lubricated it seemed to draw the membrane with it and Paul began to feel uncomfortable. But it was something worth putting up with he decided, for it wasn\'t everyday you had a Japanese teenager pushing a finger into your arse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kiwiko had now used a tube of lubricant and at this stage of proceedings continued to explore with her fingers, parts of his anus. </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Japanese Preliminaries</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>She pushed her finger into his anus again and this time it slid in a little further, but she was still finding considerable resistance from the sphincter muscle. She enjoyed these preliminaries and was certainly in no hurry. She was certain, too, that unless her client was very different from other men he would soon begin to get a considerable amount of pleasure from the way her finger worked on his anus. He did.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was the first time any woman had ever touched him in that part of his body, or, for that matter anyone of either sex had touched him. He found it pleasing at first and gradually it became almost exciting. He liked the way she kept lubricating her finger and then pushing it gently into the orifice, a fraction further each time. Then she would make a gentle attempt to widen the hole slightly before withdrawing her finger to lubricate it again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He felt his whole body relaxing to the unique massage of his anal orifice and he had soon decided that it was an erogenous zone that he would have to pay more attention to in future. It was also a strangely pleasant thing to have a girl paying such a lot of attention to a part of the body that is generally despised and neglected.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He thought she must be almost ready to go ahead with the enema, and as suspected, she told him that she was not going to give him the enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'While your bottom is relaxed and you are excited, that is best time,\' she announced.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Paul was now ready to believe in her judgment implicitly and he eagerly waited while she prepared the enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She busied herself in an adjoining room and a few minutes later she came in carrying a large jug. Judging from the steam the jug must have contained a hot liquid. Kiwiko then moved a small stand into the room to which was fixed a glass jar, narrowing at the bottom to a short tube (reminding him of the upper part of a coffee percolator) to which was attached a long rubber tube fitted with a stop-cock and nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kiwiko brought the stand which moved on noiseless casters close to the bed and after adjusting the stop-cock she poured some of the liquid from the jug into the glass jar. It was cooler now and looked to Paul like soapy water.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The young girl then took the temperature of the fluid.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'It is a little hot for you yet,\' was her comment, \'But I prepare the nozzle.\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nozzle, attached to the end of the rubber tube, was about a quarter of an inch in diameter at its widest part, Kiwiko took a tube of what appeared to be a lubricant and smeared it over the nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She bent over Paul, pushed him into position and then slowly urged the nozzle into his anus. Paul felt like a man on an operating table. His heart began to beat faster and for a fleeting moment he almost got to his feet to tell her he was not going to go through with it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But when he felt her calming hands on his buttocks he relaxed again. She appeared to know what she was going to use, and however strange it might be it wouldn\'t kill him, he decided. The, after all, he was going to enjoy the pleasure of her body afterwards: what did an enema matter if you got the beautiful young Japanese girl\'s body in return? <br />\r\n <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Kiwiko Administers an Enema</h2>\r\n\r\n<p><br />\r\nShe flexed his right leg again and pushed the nozzle deeper into his rectum. Paul could feel it, but he was rather surprised that it didn\'t hurt at all. As he had never had anything inserted into his rectum in his life before he had assumed that it would be painful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The fluid now flowed into him and he could feel it inside, creeping higher and higher. When he began to feel the weight of the water was going to be too much for him to hold he half turned to her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Don\'t turn round,\' she said quickly, \'or it will be extremely painful. I\'m switching off now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He lay there with the warm water inside him, trying to persuade himself that he was going to be really clean for her. After all it had not been so bad, much less painful than he had expected and at the end of it was - Kiwiko.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stroked his head gently and then reached down to take his limp penis in her hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You like?\' she suggested.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Like what?\' he wasn\'t sure whether she meant the enema or the way she was fondling his cock.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'The enema?\' He asked her again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Well, I meant all the things that I am doing to you,\' she said. \'You see a Japanese girl likes to please her man.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Of course,\' said Paul. \'I like everything you do, even the enema.\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was growing erect and he wondered whether she would bring him to an orgasm with the enema still inside him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But after a while she let go of him and told him to get ready to use the bedpan she had placed near the bed. He really didn\'t fancy the ides of using a bedpan in her presence, but she said there was no alternative as the lavatory was on the next floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He got to his feet, sat on the bedpan and released the fluid. It took a minute or two before he felt that all had been evacuated.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But as he got to his feet again more water trickled from his anus and she told him to sit down again. After another minute or two he felt sure that he had evacuated himself thoroughly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he got to his feet Kiwiko came over and wiped him. No one had ever done that to him since he was a baby, he thought.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The warm water had all been ejected and he felt a strange kind of emptiness. He was still in a state of sexual arousal and now more than ever eager to get his hands on Kiwiko.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The girl quickly removed the pan from the room and then pushed out the enema stand and the other paraphernalia. When she came back into the room she closed the door with an air of finality and joined him on the bed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'You feel better?\' she asked him, smiling into his eyes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Yes, I do. It was an extraordinary experience for me. I think I shall enjoy it even more next time. But you can see,\' he moved her hand to his swollen prick -you can see how you have affected me.\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Yes, now I make love to you, yes?\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She stroked his throbbing organ for a moment or two and then after briefly kissing his lips, she concentrated on his penis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He shuddered with excitement, hardly able to control himself. rolling his head from side to side as she roused him to fever pitch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Oh, please stop now,\' he gasped, almost on the edge of orgasm, he lay back to stroke her hair until he felt able to let her continue.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Come to me,\' he asked her and drew her up the bed until he could kiss her soft, warm lips. \'You mustn\'t make me come too quickly, my darling,\' he told her as he took her in his arms and slid one hand to her thighs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\'Yes, darling, I understand,\' was her soft rejoinder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He lay with her in his arms for a while and then he moved her onto her back, looking down at her girlish attractions before moving between her thighs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He had time to look at her properly now and he thought she must be younger than she had claimed. Her face was so unbelievably beautiful that he almost began to hate himself for using her. She ought to be the wife of some very kind or very rich man instead of letting men use her body for payment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her breasts were a little larger than he had expected and despite the sense of fragility that he felt about her she nevertheless had a nice buoyant body with good arms and strong though slim thighs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He pushed his penis into the inviting lips and then he slid into her. She wasn\'t large, he was pleased to discover, and when he was right inside her she gripped him tightly for a moment to show him that she could hold him inside her if she so desired.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now he lowered himself, all his weight on top of her, and she at once put her legs around him. When their mouths met again it was almost electrifying. Her beautiful mouth at once triggered off the most delicious feelings in his body and as the sensations moved to his genitals he started to move inside her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kiwiko had had only a few men and it was still an exciting experience for her. She liked this Englishman and she was ready to enjoy herself with him, forgetting for the time being all the problems in her life. She felt his phallus begin its invasion of her treasure. His lips were on hers and he slowly began his thrusting movements into her soft warm sheath. He reached the top and then he drew it down the clinging sheath again before impelling it into her, now deeper then before, urging it to the very hilt till he felt their pelvises crunch together, their pubic hair enmeshed. His tongue now probed her sweet mouth, tasting her saliva as the first pre-orgasmic spasm took his breath away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kiwiko squirmed and pulled him tighter as he rested for a moment inside her, taking a deep breath to inhibit the involuntary spasms of his prick, and then he bent her thighs up and she moved her legs to his shoulders.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Looking down at her now he could see his prick entering and leaving her as he moved up and down, a sight which at once intensified his desire for her. Slowly he increased the tempo of his thrusts into her lovely cunt, often using a screwing movement to provoke and stimulate her to the maximum, probing and racking the luscious, gripping membrane as her muscular spasms came faster and faster and as her body responded completely to his energetic, body-penetrating thrusts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>His hands moved under her buttocks, one in each palm; then he dug his finger-nails deep into her girlish flesh until he could feel the hard rod of his prick moving inside her. Then from mild thrusts he began to ram his greedy phallus into her with lustful abandon, felt his prick pulsate on the edge of orgasm, and in a few brief moments of tempestuous, uncontrolled sexual ecstasy, he came in a climax it was impossible to control. He sent his spunk into her soft, girlish flesh, sent it deep into her innermost recesses, filling her with it and provoking her to rapturous cries of delight as she twisted in uncontrollable ecstasy.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,16,17,'en',0,'<p>Some years ago, when I was 19 and just laying off the fast food, I consulted a nutritionist to please my boyfriend and clean up my unhealthful lifestyle. Most of this was simply a lecture about diet and exercise and eating more vegetables. \"Judy, I am putting you on a cleansing diet and want you to see a colon therapist. You\'ve had too many years of poor eating and we need to detoxify your system from the inside.\" the nutritionist said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My ears perked up immediately. I loathed enemas ever since I was about twelve years old and were frequently punished with soap enemas whenever I\'d been a bad girl. Although I had never been to a colon therapist, I was pretty sure it involved enemas. \"What\'s a colon therapist?\" I inquired anxiously.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The therapist will help you get your system cleansed. It involves a special type of enema.\" the nutritionist said. And she left it at that. She handed me a referral slip with a phone number and address. \"In the meantime, be sure to follow the diet on the sheet of paper and take the herbs as indicated.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I started the diet following the instructions to the letter. This included taking psyllium seed laxative every four hours and working up to a dosage of three tablespoons at a time with two glasses of water. In addition to this, I had to take herb pills that contained some kind of natural laxative. By the end of the second day, I was spending much of my time pooping. The week went by and finally it came to the day of the appointment. I\'ll tell you right now, this was a day I\'ll never forget.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found the address without a problem. It turned out to be a chiropractic office in the nice part of town. I walked into a very pleasant and upscale office and was greeted by friendly receptionist. \"Oh, you\'re here for your 1:30 appointment? Please fill out these new patient forms\". These were the usual name, consent, and mostly \"how you are going to pay for everything\" forms.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity, growing more and more apprehensive, and thinking \"what am I doing here and what are they planning on doing to me?\" I\'ve always been scared of doctors and this place was a lot like a doctor\'s office. The receptionist appeared at the hall doorway and said, \"Judy, please come with me.\" I followed her down the hall and she guided me into a doctor\'s office. \"Dr. Johnson will be with you shortly.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A short time later Dr. Johnson appeared. He was an old fatherly type with white hair and beard, a tweed sport coat with elbow patches, and wire rim glasses. Dr. Johnson said, \"I have your referral from your nutritionist and am glad you came to us. I am a Chiropractor and am certified in radiology. The first thing we do with new patients is X- ray your colon and make sure everything is in order - OK, young Lady?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fine with me. I were already accustomed of dental and chest X-rays - no problem. Dr. Johnson led me to an examining room and said a nurse would be right in. The room was that familiar doctor\'s office type; tiny, with an examining table, counter with lots of jars and gadgets, and a small bathroom to one side. Dr. Johnson said, \"Please remove all of your clothes, except your socks, and put on this gown, with the opening towards the back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He left me alone and I dutifully undressed skirt, blouse and panties and put on the silly gown that leaves you fully exposed in the back. I tucked the back of gown under my bottom and sat on the edge of the exam table and waited. The door opened and a matronely nurse appeared carrying a small tray. Her engraved name tag said \"Miss Cricksteen\", like an english teacher I truly hated, and I suddenly felt much worse about this whole thing. \"Have you ever had a colonic before, Judy?\" Miss Cricksteen asked sternly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well no... \", I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, that\'s fine. It is Dr. Johnson\'s policy to X-ray the colon for new patients like you - so we\'ll just get you ready?\". Miss Cricksteen said, \"I\'m going to prepare you for the exam with an enema. Please lie down on the table on your left side and get comfortable, young Lady. Put your head on the pillow.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>An immediate shock ran through my body when I heard the enema word and I could feel perspiration begin in my armpits. But I did as I was told and felt terribly vulnerable all of a sudden. I was now facing the wall and it was hard to see what Miss Cricksteen was doing. \"OK Judy, I want you to bend your knees up toward your chest a little. Now bring your right knee up as close to your chest as possible. That\'s a good girl. I\'m going to give you a small cleansing enema to empty your lower bowel. It won\'t hurt a bit. Just relax.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, it was quite difficult to relax when a merciless nurse was about to give me my first enema since I\'ve been a little girl. I could see she had a small tray with a small clear bottle that had a green tip on it. I now know this is a Fleet enema. It seemed familiar, not unlike the bulb syringe my mother used on me when I\'d been bad. Miss Cricksteen set the bottle on the end of the table and opened the back of my gown to reveal my bottom which was pretty exposed from the position she had me get in. She pulled the green tip off of the bottle and said \"Now just relax, this will only take a moment.\" She pushed the nozzle into my anus and began to squeeze the bottle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt a cold sensation traveling up my insides. And in a few moments it was over. Miss Cricksteen promptly closed my gown and said threateningly , \"Stay in this position as long as you can, young Lady. You will have a strong urge to move your bowels and then - only then - you may use the toilet. I will be back in a while\". I felt strangely humiliated but slightly aroused at having this unknown woman being so intimate with me. I couldn\'t stay in the position very long. There was something powerful in that little enema - not unlike the soapy water my mother used. I wasn\'t sure how long I was supposed to stay - fifteen minutes, an hour, ... she didn\'t say. Anyway, it had only been a few minutes and I was ready to explode. I got down off of the table and onto the toilet and had one of the most amazing bowel movements of my life. Wow! I must have passed five pound of psyllium seed. I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom feeling empty and tired. I laid down on the exam table to rest and wait for the nurse to return.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Miss Cricksteen returned shortly with another tray and asked if the enema had been successful. I sat up and told her it had worked fine, thank you. She said we would continue preparing for the X-ray and that the colon had to be completely clean and that would require a second enema. She now opened a box on her tray, and removed a clear bag with a long length of clear tubing attached. She also removed a small packet of greenish liquid and cut the corner off of it with a pair of scissors. She poured the liquid into the bag and proceeded to fill the bag with water from the tall faucet in the sink. I was watching all of this preparation with anticipation realizing what was going to happen with this apparatus. I had never had an enema from a bag like this, and I was getting nervous. She held the bag high in the air and allowed some of the milky water to flow through the tube and into the sink and then brought it over near the table and hung it on a chrome pole next to the exam table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> Miss Cricksteen said, \"Young Lady, now I want you to get up on your knees and then put your head down on the pillow. Fold your arms under you and try to touch your chest to the table.\" I did as I was told until my breasts nearly touched the brown leather of the table and watched under my armpit as she donned rubber gloves, took the end of the clear tube and applied KY jelly to the end. My restlessness was growing. She now opened the back of my gown, separated my bottom cheeks with her left hand, and slowly inserted the tube into me. She opened a clamp on the tube and I could feel the warm solution begin to enter me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then I felt a cramp. Oh-oh. \"Miss Cricksteen, please! I have to go to the bathroom -NOW!\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She smiled wickedly and with a little snort said, \"Take a few deep breaths and relax, Judy. I\'ll stop the flow for a moment. You must take this whole bagful. Doctor\'s orders. You\'ll better take it or we have to repeat the whole procedure, young Lady.\" I began to panic a little. My god, I thought. There is absolutely no way that all of that water is going to go inside of me at once.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Miss Cricksteen held the tube firmly with her hand flat on my bottom and her palm and fingers squeezing my quivering cheeks closed. Her warm hand on my bottom felt strange. The cramps subsided and she restarted the flow. Miss Cricksteen now had lie me on my right side. The cramps came and went with her stopping the flow when I complained. She had me roll onto my back. I watched the bag deflate as the last of the water ran in. I stared at the limp bag hanging from the chrome pole. Unbelievably that whole bag was now inside of me. I felt like I was going to burst. Miss Cricksteen pulled the tube out of my bottom and sweetly gave me the same advice, \"Try to hold this as long as you can, Judy.\" I didn\'t know it was possible to inject this much water into a human being.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Some very long minutes later I sat on the toilet with the water coming out of me in wave after wave. Lots more psyllium and junk coming out. Unfortunately I got the same cramps with the water coming out as I did with the water going in. I felt a little nauseous for a while but it passed soon enough. I finally got up to go back into the exam room and had to turn around and go right back to the toilet to expel some more. Too soon, nurse Cricksteen was back. I was embarrassed by the odor I had created, which was substantial, but was glad to see she had brought nothing with her. I was exhausted and ready to go home. I had been too scared and overwhelmed during the experience.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Come on, Judy, follow me.\", she said. \"We\'ll take that X-ray now\". Good...I was ready for a break. Nurse Cricksteen led me down the tiled white hallway to a darkened room with a large steel table in the center and an important looking X-ray machine swiveling above it. There were those white lighted film viewers on one wall. Dr. Johnson was waiting and said, \"Please remove your earrings and climb up onto the table.\" I did and shivered; the table was very cold. Dr. Johnson handed me a small pillow and asked me to lie on my stomach in the middle of the table. While he was adjusting some controls on the X- ray machine, nurse Miss Cricksteen prepared another enema bag. Oh great. This bag was larger than the last and filled with a white solution that looked like milk and had a larger hose that ended in a fairly impressive nozzle. The nozzle was white with a large tapered head on it, I\'d guess about three quarters of an inch in diameter. Behind this head were a series of bumps on the shaft.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What is that for?\", I asked. \"I\'m certain my colon is clean for the X-ray.\" Dr. Johnson said that the colon must be filled with barium solution in order to show up on the X-ray.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t worry, Judy. it\'s a bit uncomfortable but not really painful. Just like the cleansing enema Miss Cricksteen gave you earlier.\" Don\'t worry... I thought the cleansing enema was going to kill me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nurse Cricksteen hung the bag of white barium from a hook above the table on the X-ray camera. She removed a tube of KY jelly and a pair of rubber gloves from a drawer and put them on. She then squirted a generous glob of the KY jelly onto the white nozzle and coated it completely with her finger. She then put another glob on her index finger and came over to me. She said, \"I\'m going to lubricate you before inserting this nozzle to allow it to go in easier, young Lady.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She once again opened my gown in the back and spreading my cheeks with her left hand, inserted her lubricated index finger into my bottom quite a ways and moved it in and out. I felt humiliated and helpless though the jelly was cool and soothing. She then said, \"Here we go, Judy.\" I felt the nozzle press on my anus and as I felt it stretching my hole, it just sort of popped into place. I can handle this, I thought to myself. Miss Cricksteen then started the flow and we went through those same gyrations of side to side, etc. She didn\'t hold the tube in place this time. I had some more cramping but it wasn\'t as bad as the last time. I just felt really - really full. Dr. Johnson then took a sheet of X-ray film and asked me to raise my stomach as he placed it underneath me. Miss Cricksteen left the room while the exposures were made.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was feeling pretty silly, lying on a steel table, with some old man putting films under me, a hose sticking out of my butt, and about ready to poop white barium all over the room. About the time I was feeling I couldn\'t hold it any longer, Dr. Johnson said the this series was finished and nurse Cricksteen reappeared. Rather than letting me get up and go to the toilet, she took the bag and lowered it to the floor. Instant relief. The bag began refilling with the barium as my colon emptied. But they weren\'t through with me yet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Miss Cricksteen pulled the nozzle out of me with a pop while Dr. Johnson was explaining that he would take some double contrast X-rays. Miss Cricksteen had another piece of equipment in her hands. This contraption was a funny amber tube with a couple of black bulbs dangling from one end - the kind you see on a blood pressure cuff. Connected to it via some black tubing was some sort of black bladder that was covered in what looked like a fish net. I had never seen anything quite like it. Nurse Cricksteen went through the now familiar routine of lubricating the nozzle, lubricating my anus and inserting the nozzle. She said, \"This is a retention nozzle, Judy. I am going to inflate it in your rectum. You will feel a little pressure.\" Miss Cricksteen then grabbed one of the bulbs and began pumping. She said that a bladder in the nozzle would help hold it in place. <br />\r\n <br />\r\nI felt the nozzle beginning to grow in my bottom creating a pressure that felt surprisingly good. Now came the bad part. Double contrast means that old Dr. Johnson pumps the other bulb on the end of this contraption, inflating the bladder like a football, opens the valve which, in turn, deflates the bladder of air into your colon. An air enema. The special surprise is that this creates the most excruciating cramps imaginable. I guessed this is what labor must feel like for a woman. Dr. Johnson took more X-rays and finally ended this torture by opening the valve and letting the air out me like a giant fart. Miss Cricksteen then opened another valve which relieved the pressure in my rectum and pulled out the floppy nozzle. I was allowed to go to the toilet and expelled the remnants of the barium along with several very noisy and embarrassing blasts of air. This little bathroom was in the hall and I was certain everyone else in the building could hear me. I now felt like a mare that had been ridden hard and put away wet. It was now 3:30 and I was very tired. Miss Cricksteen came to fetch me and led me down the hallway. I need to find my clothes and get home I thought to myself. I\'ve had plenty of excitement for one day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But she took me to another room at the far end of the hall. I said, \"Where are my clothes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Miss Cricksteen smiled and said, \"Oh no, you haven\'t had your colonic yet, young Lady.\" I wasn\'t sure at this point I wanted a colonic - whatever that was. I had gotten in way over my head. \"Let me introduce you to your therapist.\" Miss Cricksteen said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She introduced me to Dr. Levin, the colon therapist. \"So they tell me you\'ve never had a colonic before, Judy?\", he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well no.\", I sheepishly admitted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, we\'ll take this nice and slow. I\'ll explain everything.\" I was taken into a small room with high examination table, a large shiny machine against one wall, and a couple of oxygen tanks. The room was spotless and white. The shiny machine had gauges and dials and all sorts of tubing running in and out of it. \"What we are going to do is hook you up to a special machine that will cleanse your colon, Judy. Most women find it pleasant and all you have to do is lie back and relax. Come on and hop onto the table and we\'ll get started. This will take about an hour. Dr. Johnson said that even after the cleansing enema, the X-ray indicates some problem areas he would like me to work on.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>An hour. I was surprised that I was about to get a one hour enema. Oh well, I\'d come this far. There was no turning back. I got up onto the table and Dr. Levin showed me the machine that was positioned next to me. He explained that the machine would heat the water to just the right temperature, control the pressure, bubble in some oxygen and allow the water to flow in and out of me. He showed me a clear tube that was positioned in front of a lighted panel that allows the waste from your colon to be viewed on the way to the drain. He told me that unlike an enema, I wouldn\'t have to get up to expel the water. The machine would take care of everything. He then had me put my feet into some stirrups that were attached to the end of the table. These were the same kind my doctor used when I had my checkup.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK honey, scoot your bottom down towards me. A little more. One more time. OK.\" I felt vulnerable. I was still wearing the silly hospital gown and my whole pubic area was fully exposed with my rear now hanging off the end of the table. Dr. Levin pulled out a pair of latex gloves from a drawer and put them on. He also removed a tube of something and placed it on a table next to here. Out of another drawer he withdrew a huge metal nozzle. I had never seen anything like it. It was made of highly polished metal and looked like a long tube with a big tapered head on it. The head looked to be maybe an inch and a quarter in diameter with a very large hole in it. At the back of this contraption were some fittings for attaching tubes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I watched, He withdrew a polished rod from the drawer and inserted it into this huge nozzle. This blocked the large hole in the end of the nozzle and now made it look like a giant bullet. I shuddered at the sight of this thing. He opened the tube on the table and squeezed out a large glob of white lubricating cream. (To this day I don\'t know what that stuff was.) He put a thick coating of this stuff all over the nozzle and then wheeled his chair over to the foot of the exam table. \"We\'re about ready\", he said. \"Because you\'ve already had enemas today, I\'m going to use a large rectal speculum on you this afternoon, Judy. That way we won\'t have to worry about it slipping out. First I\'m going to give you a quick exam and dilate you a bit to make the insertion easy. Just let your legs fall open.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He rolled up closer and I was a little embarrassed that he was able to see my shaven crotch and my slit. I had become strangely aroused at some point and although some slight wetness had begun to subside, it was still noticeable. I saw him coating his index finger with the white cream. Dr. Levin lifted the sheet and deftly inserted his index finger directly into my anus, which by now was pretty sore. The cream felt cool and good. He seemed to be examining my anus for a few moments and then started to stretch my rectum fairly forcibly up and down and from side to side with his finger and I felt my wetness return. I prayed he wouldn\'t notice it. He removed his finger, applied another gob of lubricant and started stretching me again. I\'m not sure if he was now using two fingers or it just felt like it. He then picked up the huge metal nozzle and placed it against my anus and pressed just a little. It felt very cold and foreign.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, you\'ll need to help me a little, Honey. Pull your knees up to your chest as far as you can and hold them there with your hands. Now take three very deep breaths and let them out slowly. On the third breath I want you to bear down very hard, just like you\'re having a large bowel movement.\", he coaxed. \"As you bear down I will begin to insert the speculum. Don\'t worry about anything leaking. There is a pad under you.\" I followed his instructions, pressed my knees against my breasts and on the third breath, as I began to bear down, he began pressing the nozzle hard against my anus and moving it around in an arc but pushing harder and harder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ohhh!\" I must have blurted as the stretching became intense.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you all right, Judy?\" he asked but never stopping the pressure on the nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It hurts....\" I whimpered as the nozzle drove home.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then a very strange thing happened. The nozzle going in created an intense sensation that I had never before experienced in my life. The pain was more than I had expected for a moment but immediately reduced to a dull stretching pain. The nozzle was now deep in my rectum and pressing firmly against what I supposed was the lower side of my womb. This nozzle going in caused me to have an INTENSE and unusual orgasm. This surprised me only a little since I was quite aroused by then. Nevertheless, I felt myself cumming and couldn\'t help but to let out a low moan. My anus and rectum were squeezing spasmodically around this large intruder in my bottom and I couldn\'t do a thing to stop it. <br />\r\n <br />\r\n\"Are you all right, Honey?\" Dr. Levin asked again. \"That\'s the hard part.\" he said as he eased my feet back into the stirrups. I looked down and made sure I was covered by my gown. I was sure he didn\'t see anything but I couldn\'t believe he couldn\'t feel my anal contractions on the nozzle. He either didn\'t notice or was too professional to say anything. The dull pain began to subside and I tried to relax. She manipulated the nozzle for a few moments, which continued pressing on my womb and the inner side of my cunt, but I could not see what he was doing over my gown covering my knees. He then swung a shelf up from under the table which supported the nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next he connected a very large and a very small tube to the nozzle, which created some additional sensations. He reached over to the machine and turned a knob and I could feel the warm water beginning to fill me. He said at first the water would just run in and out but that he would be gradually filling me with more and more water and then releasing it. He said I could look at the waste tube, but I probably wouldn\'t see too much because I had the cleansing and barium enemas today. Dr. Levin said that this would do a good job of cleaning out the barium that was left in me and that he would work real hard on what Dr. Johnson said were encrusted areas. He suggested to say \"Full\" if I got a cramp or felt too full, but to try to take as much as I possibly could; the machine wouldn\'t allow too much pressure to build up. I was beginning to relax a bit now, and the water felt pretty good sloshing in and out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He was very gentle and seemed to care that I was comfortable. The pressure would build and build and then Dr. Levin would release it. I only said \"Full\" a couple of times. After about a half hour of this, Dr. Levin said he would fill me then massage my abdomen to help loosen the problem areas. He filled me very full, closed a valve and began rubbing my stomach in a circular motion through my gown. He was working my abdomen fairly aggressively and I was scared to death he would come across the growing wet spot near my crotch. He continued the massage now working a section of my colon at a time pressing very deeply. Sometimes he brushed my slit through my gown and I\'m certain that he felt my swollen lips and my wetness but nothing was said. The colonic continued for another ten minutes or so. He had begun shutting the water on and off very fast which created some kind of a vibrating sensation which felt pretty good. He said this would help dislodge matter deep in my colon.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally Dr. Levin said \"All done. You are clean as a whistle, young Lady. You\'ll probably be tired for a while and have to urinate a lot. Hold still while I remove the speculum.\" He began pulling on the nozzle slowly which once again created a brief wave of dull pain as the large part slid through my anus. He opened a wet-dry towelette and wiped most the cream off of my sore bottom like a baby and said, \"You\'ve been a great patient, Judy. You can get your clothes on now and we\'ll see you for a follow-up colonic in a few days.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed, and was led to Dr. Johnson\'s office. Of course he said that my colon was in sad shape and I would need to follow up with regular colonics. I said a frosty goodbye to Miss Cricksteen in the hall, and paid my bill. I went home, sat on the toilet again, had a couple of cocktails, and went to bed exhausted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had never enjoyed anal stimulation but this had been a most intense and arousing introduction to high volume enemas and colonics. I went back two more times, but it wasn\'t quite the same as the first time. Strangely, the memory of the day is very much more sexual than the day itself - probably because I was so overwhelmed and frightened. I\'ve never had a professional colonic since but my new boyfriend is curious about giving me an occasional enema with massage, and I think I\'ve talked him into some future role-playing in which he will be wearing a doctor\'s uniform and giving me a thourough \"exam\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'ll let you know how it turns out.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,17,18,'en',0,'<p>Dear Diary:</p>\r\n\r\n<p>What an exciting afternoon!. I just got home this instant, but I want to write everything down before I forget any detail. I visited Henrietta for tea, and this time I got to see Jeremy spanked...and more...much more! He is ten years old now. A very cute child with a perfect baby face and long blond curls.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He has his own tutor, of course, and Henrietta\'s full time attention as governess. I had wondered if she was allowed to discipline him, but had been too shy to ask. She had him all dressed up in an adorable velvet sailor suit. He looked a little resentful in his little suit, but he bowed at the waist when she presented him. He seemed very self conscious and drew back a bit as I rose to greet him. It seemed the he did not like being touched.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help noticing how husky and muscular he looked, especially for his size. When I admired his little uniform he blushed very red in the face and started looking a little pouty, but Henrietta ordered him to turn around slowly to let us inspect him, and he obeyed, but reluctantly. His suit was much too tight on him, especially over his little-boy bottom. He had on his little sailor blouse and a scarf, patent leather shoes and knee length stockings. His tight velvet sailor shorts had buttons up each side and across his middle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she patted his tight bottom, he pulled away, saying, \"Please don\'t, Nanny,\" in a sort of whining tone. She remarked that he had been cross and troublesome all day, and that he would probably soon be getting a \"warm spanking.\" At this, Jeremy frowned miserably and a tear slowly formed in the corner of one of his beautiful blue eyes. (I was enthralled at the long eyelashes the child possessed; a pretty young girl could not have asked for more.) Henrietta continued, saying he was becoming so difficult to manage, needing constant watching these days, and has to be disciplined all the time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She has trained him to serve tea, and he did very nicely. I admired the fine china teacups and silver tea service.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The boy seemed lost in his own thoughts as he gazed out the window during our talk. Then: CRASH! We looked down at the floor, and there was Jeremy\'s teacup, shattered wetly on the parquet floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Clumsy boy! Look what you\'ve done! Nanny\'s best teacup smashed to pieces.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m sorry, Nanny, I didn\'t mean to do it...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Always the same, excuses, excuses. Well, this time I am going to warm your bottom. You\'re going to get a good spanking right now!\" The handsome child was horribly embarrassed for me to be witnessing this. He stood with his hands unconsciously creeping back to shield his bottom as he begged her to wait until later--after I left. But she insisted that I stay.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please, Nanny, please. Not now,\" he begged.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re going to be spanked right now, Jeremy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please, Nanny, not in front of...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t worry, Miss Marwood has seen little boys before.\" And she rose to retrieve a short leather strap from a nearby dresser drawer. It was obviously made for spanking, somewhat resembling a child-sized Scots Tawse, about ten inches long, an inch and a half wide and perhaps a quarter of an inch thick. Jeremy visibly blanched at the sight and started to quiver nervously.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The child continued his steady pleading, but his governess had him firmly by the elbow and had pulled him so that he stood facing her. She seated herself on the chaise, put the spanking strap down at her side, and busied her fingers with the numerous buttons on his tight shorts. Jeremy was fighting her fingers and pulling away from her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please, Nanny, No. Not... my... p-p-pants... Please, no!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Little boys get spanked on the bare bottom, child!\" she reminded him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I know, Nanny, but... this time... not... my... pants... Please!\" She was holding both his hands together above his head and was unbuttoning him with her other hand. He twisted and turned, but to no avail. The flap dropped open and I saw the white material of his drawers. Then the pants fell down to his ankles; his jumping around helped to kick them right off his legs. He was dancing around minus his breeches in his skimpy tight, white, underpants. The ten-year-old culprit almost escaped, but she caught him by his slim wrists again and, pinioning his hands, dragged him over her lap.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But he was not match for her experience in disciplining naughty children, and she easily drew his arms back, and holding his crossed wrists in the small of his back was able to concentrate on task at hand. He struggled as she pulled his underpants down, unveiling the spectacle of his bare bottom. I felt flushed and noticed that I was breathing rapidly. From my vantage point in the adjacent chair I was looking right into the cleft between Jeremy\'s secret bare bottom cheeks, and no wonder he was so defensive of them being seen or touched by an adult.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Such creamy white boy-buttocks, so remarkably chubby and bouncy, like shining half-moons separated by such a deeply curving cleft. Henrietta continued to hold his hands firmly as she lowered even further the child\'s white underpants and adjusted them so that they helped to restrain his vigorously struggling legs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jeremy suddenly stopped wriggling and started whining, \"You don\'t have to spank me, Nanny... I didn\'t mean to do it... I won\'t do it again, I promise!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She reached for the strap, and, after making sure the boy was quite properly positioned, started the spanking. Raising the strap, she took careful aim and, with surprising force, delivered the first noisy \"smAAAAAAAkkk\" across the child\'s soft, naked bottom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"AAAhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhh, Please! Noooooo, Please, Naaaaaaaannnny...\" screamed Jeremy as he felt the punishing effect of his governess\' spanking strap. My! How violently his little buttocks reacted, clamping shut, then opening slowly and squirming in all directions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again and again the leather strap descended, making bright red marks appear on his otherwise pearl-white buttocks. Jeremy blubbered and howled after each smack. My friend, Henrietta, commented on all this squirming and asked me to hold the child\'s legs, as he was beginning to lift his feet in an attempt to ward off the strap\'s painful caresses.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took hold of his thighs and held his legs down. My fingers were digging into the soft, smooth, boy-flesh. There was a big red patch on each buttock, and the squirming seemed to increase as the spanking continued. It must have stung and burned horribly. She continued the slow, hard strokes. She asked me to grasp his feet and twist them gently outward, to \"improve the angle.\" When I did so, it forced him to stick his bottom up even more and made his deep crack open up until I could see his pink little pucker of his anus right in the center. As he bounced around, his little scrotum and penis would sometimes swing into view. Henrietta spanked the tender insides of his cleft, producing more screams from the hapless child. I twisted a little more on his feet. He tossed his bottom violently; the pink little hole unexpectedly distending as he broke wind rather noisily.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Incorrigible child! Right in our faces!\" And she administered a few more \"splats\" of the spanker. After what must have been twenty-five firm strokes of the leather strap, each having been accompanied by Jeremy\'s shrieks and screams, she ceased. As soon as she relaxed her grip on the little boy he quickly struggled to his feet. His howls gradually subsided as he danced around with both hands cupping his reddened buttocks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He stumbled around as his underpants were still at his ankles, like a hobble, not even taking notice at how fascinated I was at the sight of his boyish penis now sticking almost straight out, bobbing up and down, and seemingly pointing right at me. I was blushing, and although Jeremy was unaware of my embarrassment, Henrietta smiled, knowingly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tears staining his innocent face, Jeremy bent over and tugged at his drawers. Before he couldn\'t attempt to cover his nakedness, I couldn\'t resist touching his swollen, crimson bottom. It was actually hot to the touch. I shamelessly fingered his bare behind, but he twisted and writhed, trying to get his bottom away from me and get it covered again with his tight underpants. Then he ran for his velvet shorts, still sniffling in his humiliation and pain.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jeremy, go to your room and undress. Put on your nightshirt and then you may come out again.\" He looked quite glad to be able to escape from us. I realized it was Henrietta\'s policy to put the child to bed after being spanked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Carefully placing the punishment strap on the table next to the silver tea service, my friend asked me if I would like a bit more tea, which I accepted, and sat back to compose myself. Henrietta excused herself and I saw her enter the large, Victorian bathroom just down the wide hall.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wondered why she was in the bathroom so long, opening cupboards and running water. Then, what a shock! She came out carrying, on a bath towel, a large red, rubber cushion, which had a black, hard rubber nozzle sticking directly up from its center. I had never actually seen one before, but recognized it from a picture in a mail order catalog. She placed it on Jeremy\'s stool and went back for more equipment: some Vaseline, a jar of glycerin ginger suppositories (I noted the label on the jar), a roll of toilet paper and a red rubber glove.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She was just pulling on the rubber glove when the boy crept back into the room clad only in his nightshirt. It was a short garment, barely reaching the top of his thighs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first he gazed up at his Nanny, then he stared at the rubber glove being installed and turned to gape at the enema cushion. I could sense his heart falling down into his stomach. I wondered if he was going to jump out the window. He obviously realized he was about to receive a public enema with me as a witness. He locked his gaze on the thick, black nozzle, already glistening with Vaseline, waiting for him to sit on it. His huge, round, pretty-boy eyes with their long, curling lashes welled with tears, and he murmured, \"Puh-leeze, Nanny, wait until later! Don\'t do it now!\" The boy was clenching his legs together, his hands down in front of his stiffening little penis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, Jeremy, we are going to do it right now. We are going to take our time and give you a prolonged, thorough enema, and Miss Marwood is going to assist me while I explain everything to her. If she wants to pursue a career as governess these are things she must know!\" The child\'s humiliation was unlike anything I had ever seen before.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Henrietta was arranging the towel, on which she placed the enema cushion, which was obviously bulging with hot water. She continued, \"Come on, Jeremy, climb over my lap for your suppository stick!\" She dragged the child back into the same spanking position and delicately lifted his nightshirt. His buttocks were still like a neon sunset. Jeremy was now remarkably submissive, considering what was going to happen to him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She unscrewed the cover from the jar of Vaseline, and as she dipped a delicate finger into the slippery substance, called me over and asked me to spread the boy\'s cheeks wide. He moaned in humiliation and tried to clench his buttocks, but now Henrietta\'s finger made little circles around his little pucker, then entered the tight rectum, farther and farther.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After several minutes of this stimulation, Jeremy\'s squirming and the thrusting of his bottom made me quite uncomfortable and I felt that blush once again overtake me. \"Now it\'s time for the \'fig\', Jeremy,\" Henrietta announced, withdrawing her finger and wiping it on a piece of tissue. I wondered what she meant by the expression \"fig\", but she glanced at me and noticed my blushing confusion, and hastened to explain. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Figging,\" she said, \"is a term generally associated with show horses. A ginger suppository is inserted which creates an irritation and feeling of intense heat, causing them to keep their tails quite high during a show. It is also a very effective stimulant when used in this manner. A recalcitrant child will do almost anything to relieve the sensations, and will almost welcome an enema to dispel the sensibilities they endure after being \"figged\". (Henrietta later told me that occasionally she will \"fig\" a naughty child prior to his or her being strapped, the cheeks \"flare out\" and the posterior thrusts as if to meet the spanking strap.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The implacable governess waited for the inevitable sensations to begin to overtake her young charge. His agitation was becoming quite noticeable, as was his pleading. He moved his bottom as if he were trying to expel the unwelcome suppository which was now creating an almost unbearable heat in his nether regions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jeremy was allowed to stand up, looking very outraged and nervous. She continued her explanation. The \"Geyser Enema\" bag contained hot soapsuds and water and that he was going to sit on it, and that his own weight would provide the pressure to deliver the enema up into his little bowels. She put her arm around the boy, who hung his head and began sobbing in humiliation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Would you believe it? We are still trying to get this stubborn child to go to the toilet as soon as he feels the urge, but no, he procrastinates, still wanting to play, and then becomes quite constipated. Of course, I then have to give him an enema. You refused to go \'pottie\' this again this morning, didn\'t you, young man?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Honest, Nanny, I tried,\" the boy sobbed, \"but I just couldn\'t with you watching me like that!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And how long since you \'sat on the bag?\'\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I dunno, Nanny.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nearly a week, I think, and you still haven\'t learned, so you have to be given an enema!\" She guided him to the stool and the waiting enema cushion. \"Now, Jeremy, you know what you have to do...I\'m waiting.\" and she nodded significantly at the spanking strap which was still within easy reach.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jeremy turned back to the stool and crept backwards toward it, lifting his nightshirt in back. Henrietta held the greased nozzle and guided it between his spread buttocks to his tight anus and let him sink down until it entered. He was weeping steadily and looking miserable as he lowered himself on the slippery impalement, a millimeter at a time. I knew the half-inch-thick hard rubber nozzle was entering his small-body rectum and forcing a painful expression. \"Oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sit down all the way and let it go in, you naughty child!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s too hot, Nanny! It hurts me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>But the moment the flaming skin of his freshly spanked bottom contacted the hot rubber he screamed and jumped off the stool.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At this she seized him by his shoulders and forced him back on the geyser ring, bending down behind him again to guide the fat black nozzle into his pulsing rectum. The hot nozzle slipped once again along the little boy crack between his buttocks and found the opening. \"Ahhh, aahhh,\" Jeremy cried, feeling once again the intruder\'s unwelcome invasion. He managed to lower himself all the way down until his cheeks were sitting on the hot rubber cushion. Then she slipped the nightgown off his head and had him entirely nude and totally embarrassing, tears coursing down his pretty-boy cheeks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>His feet were on the floor to ease the sting of the hot rubber, and of the fat, stiff tube going up inside him. In this position, his thighs were splayed out and his little boy genitals were thrust forward in a public display. I had seen them before on boy babies being diapered, but this was my first close-up and prolonged view of the equipment of a ten-year-old male, which was obviously rising to the occasion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Henrietta put her hand right under his scrotum and lifted it aside so she could reach the spigot, which she rotated, starting the flow. The boy\'s stiffening penis held my rapt attention as he said, \"Oooooow! It\'s too hot, Nanny!\" He tried vainly to rise, but Henrietta held him down.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stop making such a fuss, child, and sit right back down!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt he was beginning to fill with the hot soapsuds enema. His face registered extreme discomfort; he had forgotten to be embarrassed at being completely nude in my presence, and was much too distressed to be aware that his \"peenie\" was now firmly erect, and much larger than I would have guessed a ten-year-old boy would have. Perhaps this was caused by the hot, filling fluid inside his rectum. At any rate it had grown from a limp two inches to a fully erect five inches, and it seemed to point accusingly directly at my blushing countenance.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You see how he reacts to his enema, Annette?\" my friend queried. \"I\'m afraid this naughty child is going to have to be closely watched, if he gets like this more often. I\'ve noticed that recently he becomes quite excited while receiving his spankings, not to mention what you are witnessing upon his being given an enema. If you are to be a successful governess you will have to know how to deal with this sort of thing, Annette.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have always thought it a perfect profession for me to be a governess, and had recently accepted a position as a Nanny for a family with three children: a boy, also ten, and two girls, nine and eleven. This visit was an enlightenment to me, and I rationalized that I was learning how I might implement some of Henrietta\'s methods with my own charges should the necessity arise. (Betsy, the nine-year-old, was notoriously costive and I knew that I would soon be giving her her first enema to correct the problem.) But back to the present.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jeremy was now totally humiliated, hearing his governess discuss his rampantly rigid little rod, begging to be allowed to rise from his seat of torment, and expel the hot, painful enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I finally found voice to respond to my friend\'s exclamation. \"I... I didn\'t realize...\" my voice faltered. \"Jeremy is so... so... young. Are you telling me that I, too, will have to deal with such blatant and unrestrained displays in my own experience?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m afraid, so, my dear,\" Henrietta clucked. \"And you must learn how to \'take things in hand\', so to speak. In Jeremy\'s case, I am going to allow him to go to the bathroom to expel the enema, but he must be watched closely so that he does not resort to the evils of onanism in order to relieve the tension he is so vividly showing us. You are quite welcome to accompany us for the final act of this performance, or you may depart, as you wish, but I will be more than happy to aid in your education. I may have to restrain him in his bed so that his hands do not roam uncontrollably. As you are going to soon have a young boy to supervise closely you should be aware of all the options open to you. There ARE ways...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I assured her that I truly needed to know how to deal with a youngsters\' proclivity to self-abuse. (She must have seen me blush again as I thought of my own childhood, and the furtive, solitary pleasures I, myself, had discovered at the age of eight. Therefore, though I knew that young girls quietly experimented with their own little femininities, was blushing at the thought of dealing with the discovery and confrontation of similar activities in a young boy, which was obviously much more easily observed.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She carefully replaced the nightgown over the child\'s head and shoulders, and, helping him rise from the enema cushion, placed a slim finger tightly against his rectum to retain the solution until they reached the bathroom. And although the nightgown now covered the boy\'s turgid member so that I could no longer see it, I was certain that Henrietta\'s left hand, still under the nightgown, but in front, as if to stabilize their movements to the bathroom, must certainly be in contact with Jeremy\'s youthful \"manhood\". A wicked picture flashed through my mind: the boy was providing an embarrassing \"handle\" which was being gripped by his young governess in order to lead him to his next ordeal. It excited me to think of my having to deal with my own new charge, young Ronald, in a similar manner, should I have the opportunity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Henrietta concluded, \"You must lean how to deal with a boy\'s erection, especially after he has been given an enema, but fortunately, male physiology prevents a boy from passing urine while in a state of excitation. The bladder is effectively sealed off if he is erect. A gift of nature, my dear, as you will no-doubt discover when you take your first lover... or do you have one already?\" It was a sly look she gave me and I blushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend knew that I had just turned eighteen, and had lived the sheltered life in my family\'s elegant mansion, had attended only private girl\'s schools and had not truly had the opportunity to, well, become... knowledgeable</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I blushed furiously, giving her the obvious answer... I was still a virgin and had never been intimate with a young man, much as I fervently pray to be. But, as mother always said, \"all in due time.\" Henrietta\'s knowing smile told me I need not answer aloud.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Henrietta and Jeremy took their leave, I too, decided to depart, much as would have liked to continue with participation in this unexpected event. I thanked my friend, admonished Jeremy to be a good boy (he was obviously griping with having the enema still being held) and left.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Diary, I am thrilled at having been privy to such an incredible experience, and look forward to my new job as governess for Ronald, Elizabeth and Jane. And you, dear Diary, will be the first to know of my own experiences dealing with these three lovely children for whom I have been employed to manage and handle their most personal activities and discipline.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,18,19,'en',0,'<p>I hate doctor visits. Am I the only 36 year old who hates to go to the doctor? Last month I had a miserable cold. It just wouldn\'t go away. Finally I decided to go to a doctor just to get some pills. So I called the HMO that I belong to through my company. They asked who my doctor was and I said I didn\'t have one because I never got sick! So they assigned me to somebody and gave me an appointment. <br />\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I arrive feeling nervous and edgy. I just hate going to doctors. I don\'t really know why. I just can\'t stand some guy probing and prodding me and sticking his fingers who knows where. Well I enter the office of this doctor and look around. The office is fairly bare. There is nothing on the walls and there are cardboard boxes piled here and there around the office. It looks like someone just moved in. A very young enthusiastic looking woman gets up from behind the desk and quickly approaches me. She presents her hand and smiles. \"I\'m doctor McFadden,\" she says and gives me the kind of handshake that leaves your hand wanting more.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. McFadden is about 32 or so and she tells me she just started with this clinic. She has been out of residency for a total of one month! She has vivid blue eyes and I notice she has no wedding band. I think to myself that this gal must be a real heartbreaker After all, She is a physician, about 5 foot 8 inches tall, long black straight hair, deep blue eyes, and a great smile. I can tell she likes to work out by the way her white shirt stretches across her breasts and bags out across her waist. No doubt a washboard stomach goes with those lovely breasts, and tight ass. She sits down at her desk and takes out a piece of paper. I tell her I\'m only here to get a prescription because of my cold.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well how long has it been since you had a complete physical?\" She asks. Stupidly, I say I can\'t even remember the last time I was in a doctor\'s office. Dr. McFadden has virtually no patients except for me and, as I will soon learn, wants to try out everything she has been taught in school.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The inquisition begins. Nothing passes her scrutiny. She asks about my family, how much exercise I get (some when I can), whether I drink, smoke, and how my sex life is going. I tell her trying to be funny : \"What sex life? I only came in because of a stuffy nose!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next thing I know she ushers me into the next office for a checkup. OK, I say, at least now I will get this over with and get my pills. She walks in behind me, opens up a drawer and pulls out one of those thin, green gowns that patients wear. \"Take off all of your clothes and put this on,\" she says then turns to walk out the door. Great! Just what I wanted. To be totally poked and prodded. And, oh God, I hope she isn\'t into that prostate exam, shit.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She comes back in and asked me to sit up on the bench. Well by this time I\'ve got the gown on and it is hanging completely open in the back. (Who on earth can figure out how to tie those things shut.) She looks in my nose, throat and ears. Then she fumbles with the gown so that it falls off my shoulders and drops into my lap as I\'m seated. A cold stethoscope is quickly pushed against several parts of my chest. Her soft firm hands grip my back as she listens to the sound of my heart. By now my heart beat must be high because I feel totally vulnerable and nervous. I\'m not sure what is coming next but I\'m sure I won\'t like it. She completes the requisite steps such as the rubber hammer to the knee. I oblige with the necessary kick : OK so my reflexes are not broke. Now she asks me to lay down. I fear the worst is yet to come.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why don\'t you just lay back,\" she says as I see her pull a rubber glove over her right hand. \"Just let me pull this up a little,\" she says as the green gown, which is now bunched up in a pile over my crotch is pulled up to my chest exposing my groin. Since I am not really wearing it anyway, she just takes it completely away leaving me naked on the examination table. \"Does this hurt?\" she asks as she gently lifts my testicles in her left hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I feel fine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well just tell me if anything hurts,\" she instructs. By this time she has pushed my penis up against my stomach and is holding it there with her right hand. Her thumb and fore finger gently hold both sides of my penis just below the glans while her left hand slowly and deliberately massages each testicle, in turn, though my sagging scrotum. She then turns her attention to my penis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you ever have blood or puss in your urine?\" she asks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No,\" is my stoic reply as I just cringe. After all I only came in for some pills.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Not to be dissuaded, she continues with her interrogation. \"When you have an erection, do you ever have any pain?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No problem there,\" I reply, \"But I haven\'t had sex in a long time. I don\'t have a girlfriend at the moment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do you masturbate often?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Taken totally by surprise, and now, totally uptight, I reply, \"No, not really. Why do you ask?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, because there is a little redness just below your glans. And I notice that there appears to be some minor chafing and some small red lines immediately above your circumcision scar,\" says Dr. McFadden.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A red glow rises in my cheeks and a fire warm feeling flows from my neck up to my forehead. \"I sometimes get a little sore there,\" I respond.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"When you are erect, is there much movement in the shaft skin?\" she asks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My mouth hangs open in amazement. Is this woman for real? I only want some pills! But I sheepishly reply, \"No not really. I guess I\'m circumcised kind of tight.\" By this time I wish I could just crawl under a rock. And to make matters worst, I start to feel a little sensation in my balls and penis as I start getting a little hard.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Were you circumcised at birth?\" she asks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes. When the doctor clipped me, he cut pretty much off, if guess,\" I sheepishly reply trying to be witty.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Some doctors cut a little too much,\" she replies. \"I notice you have no frenulum at all. I don\'t usually see such a tight cut,\" she comments as she now bends over for a closer look. By this time I can really feel my heart pounding and blood racing to my penis. She continues to examine my penis and is now running her gloved forefinger along my circumcision scar. \"You have a fairly wide scar. This may indicate that you were cut too tight when you were circumcised. As the skin has stretched it has widened giving you a broad circumcision scar. Do you ever have rawness above the circumcision scar when you masturbate?\" she asks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wishing I could shrivel up and die, I reply \"Well, I guess sometimes. But I usually use hand cream. Otherwise I do get a little sore.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I should really check this out. You just relax\", she says as my obviously growing member begins to fill her hand. \"Don\'t be embarrassed, many men get erections when their penis is touched. After all, you are only 36. You are still in your sexual prime. And not having sex recently, you will probably be easily stimulated.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She removes both gloves and takes my now three quarter erect penis between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She runs her left fore finger along the underside of my penis from the top of my hairy ball sack up to and over my wide brown circumcision scar and up to my pee hole. \"Do you find the skin above your circumcision scar is more sensitive than the shaft skin below?\" she asks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure,\" I say as she continues to run her finger slowly up and down the underside of my penis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The skin between your scar and glans is the remainder of your foreskin,\" she states as if lecturing to a medical student. \"It is typically more sensitive than the remaining shaft skin.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By now I am fully hard and my breathing is nearly panting. I can sense that pre-come is beginning to seep out of my urethra.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Without saying a word, she continues to focus her eyes on my penis. I can feel her touching the flared rim of my glans with her fore finger as she slowly circles the entire circumference of my fat purple cock head. She dips her finger into the small pool of pre-come that is starting to pool at the entrance to my pee hole. With her wet finger, she retraces a circle around the rim of my flared glans. Then she continues very slowly down an inch until she reaches my brown circumcision scar.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I should have realized you were circumcised as an infant,\" she says. \"I can tell by the perfect circle of your scar tissue. When an adult is circumcised, they often will cut the foreskin up in a \"V\" groove to match the shape of the underside of the glans.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She now releases my penis, but it defies gravity by poking directly at the ceiling. Her deep blue eyes look directly into my face and she smiles broadly. She clearly enjoys her job. I wish I could say the same!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let me see just how tight the skin is,\" she says mostly to herself. She now grips my erect throbbing penis with her soft, firm right hand. The back of her hand is toward my face and I see smooth veins crisscross under the tanned tight skin. Her touch is very gentle and she knows exactly where to grip so that adequate skin is both above and below her fist to allow a smooth stroke. I watch as she carefully closes her grip a quarter of an inch below my circumcision scar. In a gentle, slow stroke she pushes the taught skin up until it bunches under my glans. She forces the skin up as far as it will go until I feel a twinge of pain. In doing so, my scrotum is pulled a quarter of the way up along my shaft.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'re quite right. There\'s not much skin there to slide back and forth. Let me see just what type of movement there is,\" she says as she slowly pushes the skin back toward my balls. Suddenly, she jerks the skin hard. I jump a little as I feel the shaft skin suddenly pull taught dragging the flared rim of my glans down so that it appears as a minor hill along a smooth landscape.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Some physicians would recommend this type of cut. It really is a matter of preference, but I think it is better to leave a little more skin. When you have intercourse you should please a woman pretty well. Your taught skin should provide a lot of friction,\" she comments like a proud admirer might comment about a friend\'s vintage car. She turns her gaze toward me and her beautiful white teeth gleam as she stares into my eyes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By now pre-ejaculate is leaking down my man shaft like a dripping faucet that has needed the attention of a plumber for a long time. Her bare hand has become lubricated so that when she pushed her hand up to the edge of my flared rim, the rim easily slides under the edges of her firm grip. Only the tight shaft skin stops her hand from caressing the purple mushroom head. Back and forth, and back and forth goes her powerful grip alternatively stretching my shaft skin to its physical limits. Involuntarily my back arches. A rush of air hisses through my nostrils as I suddenly breath in a violent rush of air. My clenched teeth and tightly shut lips prevent any air from entering my lungs through my mouth. Sensing that I may be on the verge of coming, Dr. McFadden stops her rhythmic strokes. I can feel sweat puddling between the small of my back and the leather covered examination table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a desperate attempt to distract my attention I ask, \"Do women get circumcised?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, Yes,\" she replies. \"In some cultures, especially inn Africa It is virtually universally done to ensure they do not become promiscuous,\" she answers casually, perfectly at ease discussing either the circumcision of my penis or her vagina. \"Some women in the West have it done in order to achieve better orgasms, I don\'t have that problem though.\" His relaxed attitude relieves some of my anxiety and genuine curiosity overtakes me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are most men cut this tight?\" I ask.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No,\" she replies, \"As a matter of fact, most have quite a lot of loose skin on their penis. It really makes very little difference to sexual enjoyment thought. In your case, however, I would recommend continuing to use that hand cream. The shaft skin is so tight that you are causing slight tears in the skin immediately around your circumcision scar. Try not masturbating with a dry hand. Or at least don\'t yank on the skin so violently,\" she casually comments as if she were talking about the latest sports scores.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As she stands next to the examination table I can see the outline of her nipples poking through her bra and blouse The outline is fairly clear through her hospital white blouse. And I become conscious of my cock again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'ve got a particularly thick and long penis. And I\'ve rarely seen a penis whose veins bulge out as much as yours do,\" said Dr. McFadden. Her brow turned up in a frown of interest and she once again began concentrating on my throbbing member. \"For example, this vein here protrudes out quite remarkably,\" she said as she placed her right forefinger against a crooked blue vein that bulges out the side of my cock covered tightly by my circumcision scarred skin. \"That would, no doubt, give quite a bit of added stimulation during intercourse.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. McFadden, once again gripped my throbbing member. \"Spread your legs a little more,\" she said, obviously intending to continue her examination. \"Have you had a prostate exam before?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah,\" I replied with a groan. \"They are always great fun.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Recognizing my sarcasm, Dr. McFadden laughed. \"Oh, it\'s not that bad. It will only take a second.\" She now removed her grip from my penis and slipped a rubber glove on her left hand. Her bare right hand again gripped my rod as if it were a hand rail to keep the skipper of a ship stable during a storm. She reached over and placed her left forefinger at the entrance of my anus.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just hold still,\" she said as she first grabbed a glob of lubricant from a jar on the counter next to the examination table, then placed her middle and first fingers right up against my sphincter. \"Hold still, it won\'t hurt so much if you just relax.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With her bare right hand tightly gripping my throbbing penis, she slowly rotated her two fingers until they slipped painfully into my ass.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ohhh, that\'s not too comfortable,\" I said as her long fingers entered my butt.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll be done in a minute,\" she said as the fingers of her left hand pushed farther into my ass. Once again, her right hand slowly begin its rhythmic journey up and over my veiny penis, first stretching the shaft skin to its limit on the up stroke then gently stretching the small band of remaining foreskin back toward my very taught scrotum. On each down stroke, I could feel my glans being stretch over the top of my rock hard pole as if someone were trying to pull a ski cap down through the top of my head. Gooey pre-come flowed like a swollen river down my shaft and over her tanned hand until the smooth skin on the back of her hand glistened from my male juices.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>All of a sudden she hit my prostate. My eyes bulged as my heart skipped a beat. Blood pored into my swollen penis stretching its already tightly drawn sheath to new limits. I could barely control myself. My ass lifted off the table involuntarily as I pumped her right hand. I no longer cared what she or anyone else thought. My inhibitions and nervousness were overcome with animal lust. The penetration of my anus with her long manicured fingers had brought me to the brink of climax. I could feel her smooth knuckles slipping in and out past my sore sphincter. She continued to massage my prostate while she rhythmically pumped my oozing sex organ. My shaft was glowing red. The small band of remaining foreskin between my dark brown circumcision scar and rimmed glans glowed ruby red. My mushroom shaped glans penis was boiling over with pre-come and had turned a mean shade of purple. Every vein on my shaft was at full mast. I could feel each of her muscular fingers sliding over my gnarled cock veins. My heart pounded so hard that it sounded like drum beats deep in my ears.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"God, I\'m going to come!\" I panted. \"You had better ssstoppp!,\" I shouted. But it was too late. Spasms shot up from my feet through my calves into my buttocks. Every muscle in my body contracted. \"Oh my Godddddd, Ahhhhhhh!!!!,\" I exclaimed as I felt the first spasms of semen begin their journey from deep in my ball sack. Rapidly the come gained force and momentum. My sphincter gripped her finger so hard I thought they would break. With a powerful lunge I arched my back, pushing my rocket toward the spinning ceiling. Glob after glob of thick white come shot from my throbbing prick. Just as the first rockets of semen spurted toward my chest, Dr. McFadden pulled tightly down on my man hood stretching my tailored penis sheath to its limit. With one powerful spasm after another, come flew into the air. The first jets shot right over my head, clearing the examination table by three feet. The later blasts landed solidly on my chest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wow, that was unbelievable,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. McFadden extracted her fingers from my anus. \"You seem perfectly healthy. Nothing appears wrong with your prostate and your reproductive organs are certainly functioning properly,\" she said with a smile. With a tissue she cleaned the combined goo from my penis. I was still perfectly hard. \"I can see where your remaining foreskin meets with your circumcision scar and there does not appear to be any tearing. You also look OK where the shaft skin joins on the other side of the scar. I suggest that you keep your penis well lubricated in the future when you masturbate and you shouldn\'t have any problems,\" she suggested. \"Consider yourself lucky. Your penis is above average in length and girth with nicely protruding veins. Although your circumcision is very tight, it shouldn\'t give you any trouble as long as you are in good hands.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked directly into her deep blue eyes and I could see that there was perspiration on her brow. Her lips were pressed into a thin line making an attractive smile, and she was giving off a wonderful female musk. Also her breath was labored. \"I\'ll do what you say Doc,\" I casually replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, by the way, as a man ages the shaft skin on his penis tends to become somewhat tighter. We had better keep an eye on you. Yes, we should really keep an eye on that taught shaft skin of yours. I think you better come in again for a physical in 3 months,\" she recommended.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well you�re the doctor,\" I replied. \"I guess you know best.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On the way out of the clinic, I scheduled another exam in 12 weeks. </p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,19,20,'en',0,'<h2>Prologue</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>I remember the last time an RN touched me. I had gone to the proctologist for a colonoscopy (routine after 35, though still very unpleasant), and the RN had told me to take off all of my clothes and put on a hospital gown, the kind that opens in the back. She left the room, returning in about five minutes. She told me to lie down on the examining table on my left side, which I did, embarrassed that the gown fell open, thoroughly exposing me to her. She was a redhead, petite, with a serious but sexy face, small breasts, and a gorgeous behind, a rounded oval, like a pair of soft boiled eggs pressed together. I do not think she wore panties, because there was no line, just the full curves with the darker line formed by her crack. She also had a large mound of Venus, which protruded forward slightly through her white uniform.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She crossed the room behind me, and I knew she was looking at me. She opened a drawer and I heard her putting on a rubber examining glove. She passed in front of me, opened another drawer and took out a tube of KY jelly. She put a large blob on her gloved index finger (she made sure I could see her doing that), then passed behind me. She spread my cheeks with her other hand, then dabbed the cold jelly onto my anus, spreading it around and pushing her finger in just a bit. I pushed myself back onto her finger, and it went in a bit further. \"Naughty, naughty!\" she laughed, pulled her finger out (quite slowly), then pulled off the glove and left the room, saying the doctor would be in shortly. By the time he did come in my erection had subsided, but I still fantasize over that sexy RN. ... </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>The Story</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>I met Missy through an adult BBS, like this one. Missy called my office one day, later on in the Spring, and said she\'d be in my neck of the woods in a few days, staying at the Lawyersareasses Inn in Alexandria. I asked if she wanted to meet, and she said yes, she did, and that I should bring my own \"toys\". She said she would bring hers. I told her not to bathe for a day before, and not to wear any undergarments, just a skirt and blouse. Missy agreed with a laugh, saying that the sense of smell was very important to her, too.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I packed an extra briefcase with the equipment I wanted her to have available to use on me, including a 10 foot length of black rubber tubing, some clamps to shut off the water flow at various places, a large capacity pumpkin water bag (about 3 quarts), a regular size red rubber 2 quart water bottle with a stopper that had a protruding, ribbed nipple to fit inside the enema tubing, various nozzles, two air pumps, a double inflatable nozzle enema catheter, 4 regular Fleet enemas, 4 bowel stimulant Fleet enemas, liquid Ivory soap, two butt plugs (one that was inflatable using an air pump and that also had a built in vibrator), and an Angstrom pump with a slightly bulbed enema nozzle tip, plus the usual surgical examining gloves, condoms. KY, etc.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I waited for her call, and my expectations filled my mind. Anticipation is a large part of the fun, don\'t you agree? When she finally called she gave me the room number, and I said I\'d be there around noon. \"Can you take the afternoon off?\" she asked, and I said of course.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I showed up in front of room 403 exactly at noon, knocked, and the door opened. Sue motioned me in, shut the door and locked it. Then, without a word, she put her left hand behind my neck and pulled me down to kiss her parted lips. She shoved her tongue all the way in, and as I sucked on it she undid my fly and fumbled my cock and balls out. My cock was not erect, just tumescent and heavy in her hand, though it began to grow in thickness and length. When she pulled away she shifted her grip to my balls, and, gazing into my eyes, squeezed. \"Hi. Hurt?\" she asked, as I grunted with the pain. She looked at my cock, now grown still larger, and said she liked thick ones.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My turn,\" I said, and motioned her over to the right hand of the two single beds. \"Sit right on the edge and lie back,\" I said, and then knelt down, spreading her knees apart. \"Pull your knees up to your shoulders,\" I said, and she did, exposing herself as fully as it is possible to do. There was a glistening between the folds of her labia, which were quite large and protruded about an inch, maybe more, and her pubic hair was fine, almost silky. I brushed my nose through the hair, inhaling her lovely musk. I put my thumbs on either side of her stretched ass cheeks and spread them still wider apart, gazing into her exposed anus and breathing its darker, earthier scent. It was wrinkled tight shut, a pale pink color, and only with the greatest difficulty did I keep from plunging my face into her sex to explore her taste as well as her scent. I pulled her legs down. Missy sat up, wondering what I thought. I said, \"Beautiful, perfectly beautiful.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Missy smiled and said, \"Shall I start with you? Or do you want to start?\" I told her to go ahead. \"Take all of your clothes off, and lie down on your left side, knees drawn up,\" she said. While I was doing so she went through the briefcase of my toys which she had taken into the bathroom. She returned shortly and I felt something small and cold slide into my rectum. \"Just checking your temp. I want to be sure you can stand what I have in mind,\" she said, and returned to the bathroom. I listened carefully, trying to figure out what she was doing. I heard her fill the red rubber bag and screw in the stopper, attach the tubing and clamp it off when the air all ran out. Then I heard her filling the sink, then the unmistakable sounds of the Angstrom pump. Missy pumped for quite a while. ...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She returned, wiggled the thermometer around inside me, tickling my prostate, then pulled it out and returned to the bathroom without a sound. I heard the thermometer as she set it on the sink, then heard an examining glove being pulled on. I could even hear the air escaping from around her fingers. She returned and put a blob of KY on her gloved finger. She spread my cheeks and dabbed it onto my anus. Then, swiftly, she pushed her index finger all the way in and wiggled it around, giving me an expert, albeit brief, prostate massage. Then she lubricated the double inflatable nozzle and began to force it into my rectum, first one of the deflated balloons, then the other. My sphincter pulled them each the last inch or so of the way in, but to my surprise Missy kept slowly forcing the tubing up into my colon. When the two air tubes on either side of the inflatable nozzle water tubing would let it go no further, she attached the two inflators. She pumped the one that inflated the second balloon first, and as it was quite far up inside me I had only the sensation of a growing need to evacuate. Then she pumped up the first balloon, and the need to go got a lot stronger. I tried to hold it back, but the tubing was pushed back out until the rearward balloon was stopped by my sphincter. Missy suddenly began to pump both at once, and I gasped at the incredible sensation of being full, really full, painfully full. When she released the air from the rearward balloon it passed right out, and I had the feeling of having just had a huge movement. Missy released the air in the first balloon, and all sensation disappeared, except for a comfortable calm sense of release.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How did that feel?\" she asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wonderful,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good. You won\'t like what\'s coming quite so much,\" and with that she suddenly began to pump up the balloon that was still inside. She gave six full, hard squeezes to the air pump, and I groaned with pain. She stopped, then suddenly gave another full fast pump.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No more, I can\'t take any more, you\'ll rupture me,\" I begged.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK,\" she said, and then pumped up the outside balloon. That had the effect of forcing the inside balloon back, hard, against my sphincter. \"Not much going to get out of there now,\" she observed, and returned to the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She brought back two regular Fleets and two stimulant Fleets, and put them where I could see them on the bedside table. She pumped one of the stimulant enemas, then a regular enema, then another stimulant, then a regular Fleet up inside me, then clamped off the tubing. Within a matter of one or two minutes the cramps began, and I had an overpowering urge to go. \"Now you may lie on your back,\" she said, and pulling up a chair and sitting down, she gathered my cock and balls into her hands and began to fondle me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Stop thrashing around,\" she commanded, but the cramps and contractions were too strong. Even when I stopped struggling to hold the liquid in it kept surging down my colon and pressing against the inflatable nozzle \"plug\", and I couldn\'t stop writhing. Missy got up, took two Velcro tipped cords and secured my legs to the bed\'s legs, pulling them apart, then with another pair of cords secured my hands underneath so that my arms were pulled straight out to the sides of the bed. She sat back down again, and this time kissed me tenderly while massaging my stomach, \"to ease the cramps,\" she said. But the massage only made things worse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Missy bent forward and stroked my cock, which began to grow again. She moved her head down, and her hair brushed my contracting stomach. Then I felt her warm wonderful suction as she sucked my still growing cock into her mouth. She held it there for a while, then slid it between her cheek and teeth, then back to her throat and in and out. She squeezed my balls hard enough to take my mind off the contractions, and I began to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. Missy suddenly stopped, got up and went into the bathroom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heard water running, first into the sink, then into what sounded like a bucket. Then I heard the Ivory soap dispenser squirting and the sound of the water and soap being mixed up. She returned and I could see that she had nearly filled one of the plastic wastebaskets full of warm soapy water.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Those 4 Fleets didn\'t amount to more than a pint and a half. Now you\'re going to find out what a large volume enema feels like. I think this is about 3 quarts. Think you can take it?\" I begged her not to try, but Missy just laughed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>[She sat back down and lowered the end of the Angstrom pump into the soapy water, pumped the bulb gently, just enough to get the air out, then inserted the black bulbtipped nozzle into the inflatable nozzle tubing, pushing it in all the way. It was a tight fit. She released the clamp and began to pump the warm soapy water inside of me, against the contractions. On and on she pumped, and my bowels grew more and more distended. I panted for breath.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She paused. \"No more, please, Missy. I can\'t take any more, I\'ll burst,\" I begged.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OH, yes you can. And you will,\" she answered, giving a few fast strong pumps into my inflatable nozzle. \"You have about a quart to go,\" she said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Missy stood up and began to take off her clothes. She had her back to me, and as her blouse fell to the floor I caught a glimpse of two firm globes, not large, but with upturned nipples, large as grapes and erect. They were a rose color, and I thought probably darker than usual. Her skirt fell to the floor and Missy\'s full ass, slightly hanging with its own weight, but not enough to even cause a crease, appeared in front of my face. She looked back down over her shoulder, smiling at me, then bent slowly forward to pick up her clothing. Her cheeks spread further apart, and I could see that what had been a mere glistening of moisture had become a very swollen and wet sex. Her clit peeped from between the folds, and I couldn\'t take my eyes off of it. She straightened up and turned around, saying, \"So you didn\'t want me to bathe? Well you\'re going to bathe me with your tongue. You\'ll start with my ass hole.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I won\'t,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Want to bet?\" she said, and gave three fast and furious pumps into my aching tummy. Then she got onto the bed and straddled my head, facing my feet. She slowly spread her knees far apart, then bent forward and lowered her bottom, stretched taught, toward my mouth. There was no escape, and again I breathed in her darker musk. I saw her sphincter begin to relax, and her anus brushed my lips. \"Lick it,\" she ordered, and I tentatively touched Missy\'s wrinkled pink hole, now slightly parted, with my tongue. The taste was slightly salt, slightly bitter, not at all unpleasant, and I pushed my tongue hard into her rectum. She relaxed her sphincter still more, and maybe a half inch of my tongue went in. \"Lick it hard,\" she ordered, and I did, until quite suddenly she slid her bottom backwards, and I found my mouth enfolded in her wet and glistening lips. On more familiar ground now I licked up and down the outer lips, then between the outer and inner lips, carefully avoiding her clitoris.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She tried to force her clit into the path of my tongue, and finally I let her succeed. I gently circled it, flicked it with the tip of my tongue, pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as it would go, then back out and all around again. The salt taste and slight urine scent gave way to pure sexual excretion tastes, and I swallowed them as fast as they came into my mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Missy leaned further forward, held my balls in one hand and reached the other around and under so that she could tug on the inflatable nozzle tube. The sensation was wonderful. I felt her wonderful warm wet mouth suck most of my penis into her mouth, and again she said she liked thick ones. She caressed and sucked, licking the length of my cock, then sucking the swollen purple glans, then sucking most of it back into her mouth, then around between cheek and teeth, and I felt my orgasm building. Missy felt it, too, for she stopped the delicious torment and pinched the glans hard with her lips until the beginning throbs subsided. I heard her suck in the first drops of pre-orgasmic fluid and savor the taste, then swallow it. She resumed sucking and her hair brushed back and forth over my thighs as she slid her mouth up and down. Twice more she pinched off my orgasm and I begged for release. Her own orgasm was building, and suddenly I felt the hard quick contractions, almost like hiccups in her loins. Her juices flowed, and my own orgasm built up and built up, until feeling as though it was beginning from behind my knees she brought me over the top and my semen squirted down her throat in long powerful spurts. The sensations were so intense the whole room spun and I sucked her vagina as dry as I could, moaning with pleasure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally she let my cock fall out of her mouth with a slight sucking sound, and still swallowing, said in a thick voice, \"Now what will you do to make me let you release your enema?\" I groaned, and she pumped another squirt into my bowel. \"Anything,\" I gasped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Missy said she wanted me to get up and go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet, straddling the tank and facing the wall. \"Then I\'ll let it out, but I want to watch,\" she said. After releasing the restraints and clamping off the inflatable nozzle tube she pulled the Angstrom pump out and held the two air bulbs behind me as I hobbled into the bathroom. I did as she had instructed, and she released one of the air valves. The air hissed out, and I realized she had let the air out of the outer balloon. That was enough to release part of the seal, and I felt fluid dribble out in small spurts as each contraction sent the liquid surging down into my rectum and against the remaining balloon. Missy watched and giggled, and I blushed to the roots of my hair. Then she began to let the air out of the other balloon, slowly, until at last a powerful contraction forced it out in a powerful and long gush. The liquid kept gushing, with pauses in between contractions, and she watched for what seemed a long time. I kept flushing the toilet, and finally most of it was out. She handed me a hot wet wash cloth and told me to clean up, then get in the bathtub on my elbows and knees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked at her with astonishment, and she laughed and said it was important to get all of the stimulant out, \"Otherwise you might have an accident.\" I looked around and saw the red enema bag hanging right up against the ceiling, suspended from a shower hook attached to the vent. The long black hose had only about two feet on the floor, and I realized that the bag was at least 8 feet up. What was worse, it was at least twice its normal size, and when I asked about that Missy explained that she had pumped it up, using the Angstrom pump, while taking my temperature. I had forgotten about that pumping noise, and it was obvious that what was once a two quart was now at least a 3 or 4 quart bag, and under great pressure from the elastic red rubber.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She left the bathroom, turning on the fan and shutting the door. \"I\'ll be right back,\" she said and I admired the sway and wiggle of her gorgeous bum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She returned in a few minutes, carrying what looked like a black plastic tube, about 30 inches long, and with a fat bulb on the end with water holes in front and on four sides. The tube looked quite thick, and Missy reached for the end of the black rubber tubing. Into this she inserted a slightly oversize nozzle, then shoved that nozzle into the other end of the 30 inch tube. \"\"Ever see an enema nozzle this long?\" she asked, and I gulped that I hadn\'t and what was it used for? She said it was for giving \"high colonic enemas\" to bad boys, and began to smear KY onto the bulbed tip. I could see that, though firm, the black enema nozzle was really quite flexible. \"Think it\'ll all fit in?\" she asked, and again I begged her not to try. \"Into the tub,\" she ordered, and again I obeyed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She knelt down and slowly forced the bulbed tip past my sphincter, then slid it quite quickly past the first curve of my colon by pushing the tubing down thereby pressing the tip up towards my backbone. She fed the tube on up until it came to a stop at the top of my colon, and she said that now the fun begins. \"You must hold this enema in yourself, there is no inflatable nozzle plug to help you. I don\'t want to get splashed,\" she said, and then released the clamp. Instantly the powerful surge of water from the distended red bag, and the air that was in the tube cleared the blockage and Missy again started, and kept on, shoving the black nozzle up my colon, across the top and back down the other side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"There, it\'s all in,\" she said, standing up. \"Hold it as long as you can, then just let it flush you out. It will really make you feel a lot better.\" I was beginning to feel enormously full, and the effort to hold it in became too great. Missy laughed as the first gush emptied out alongside the tubing and ran down the drain, fortunately at my feet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Clean yourself up, then you can play with me. You\'ve been such a good boy I\'ll let you do anything you want with me.\" \"Really?\" I asked, and she said yes, only I had to stop if she asked me to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She was right, and the water that flushed out of by rectum gradually ran free and clear, first of soap and then completely clear. When the last of the flush had passed through I began to pull the tube out, and it just kept coming and coming until at last the fat little bulb popped out. I felt completely drained, also a bit cold, and so I took a long, hot shower, cleaning up the equipment and the bathroom when I was finished.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I walked back into the bedroom, and Missy was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. Her nipples were again erect, and even darker it seemed to me. Her legs were spread quite far apart, and it seemed to me, by the way they were rumpled, that she must have been grinding her pussy into the sheets. She smiled at my growing salute to her beauty, then spread her cheeks with her left hand. Lying flat, Missy wet her right index finger and began to push it into her rectum. She pulled it out to wet it again, and this time pushed it all the way in. When she pulled it out she sniffed it, then sucked it, and smiling said \"You really did quite a good job.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s not the hole I want,\" I said. \"Roll over. Now masturbate yourself.\" Missy did so until I could resist no longer and, climbing between her beautiful thighs, buried my face in her damp. I licked carefully up and down the folds, in and out of her vagina, down to her anus, back to her clit, all the while feeling my own excitement building and building. I wet and slid my right middle finger into her anus, not very far at first, then my right index finger into her vagina, gradually insinuating each deeper and deeper. I concentrated more and more on her clit, and when I could feel her getting near the top, freed my fingers and slowly began to shove my thick cock into her wet and slippery sex. She winced a bit at its thickness, but then shoved herself down onto it, and I felt enfolded by warm, wet, clinging, gripping, delicious vagina. I reached between her legs and gently massaged her clitoris as my cock slid slowly in and out, and she began to breath harder, and very fast began to have her orgasmic contractions. I quickly accelerated my own in and out thrusts, pushing against the back of her vagina on the in stroke, nearly pulling free on the out stroke, and my own orgasm followed hard and fast, again coming from deep down inside and spurting the whole length of my cock. We kissed, long and deeply. \"That\'s the best I\'ve ever had,\" I said, and I meant it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Missy contracted her vaginal muscles in response and smiled sleepily.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,20,21,'en',0,'<p>I am the author of several Fem Dom stories posted on the net group Alt.Sex.Stories during the past year, entitled \"Costumed Capers, Tommy/Tomi, Terry, and Dominated By Young Girls.\" I never had any interest in Female Domination prior to last year, and I thought you might be interested in how those stories came about.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The following story represents my experiences last winter with the women of the medical professions. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent, but the substance of this account is true (or is it?).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Due to a couple of ruptured disks in my back, I spent most of last winter in extreme pain and was dosed up on every pain killer available plus muscle relaxants due to spasms in my back. Over the course of 6 months I was poked, prodded, and generally handled by a series of Nurses, Female Doctors, x-ray Techs, MRI Techs, Physical Therapists, etc. Having been very active all my life, I was not used to being unable to move about freely nor to be handled at will by all these women. I was in so much pain however, that I didn\'t really care what happened to me as long as they found some way to get rid of the pain. As I would lay at home, in between sessions, I realized that some of the \"procedures\" I had been subjected to were not necessarily carried out in the \"standard\" way, if fact some were specifically done in such a way as to allow the women (and in a couple of cases their friends or co-workers) to \"check me out\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At any rate, I had surgery; then started the recovery process with more physical therapy etc.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The net effect of all of this thinking was that I would be laying there in bed, recalling in detail the procedures and of the women involved. Now as you might suspect, XXSU Medical Center is a Teaching Hospital so patients get used to everything being done at least twice and usually with an audience. No matter what it is, the student will look over the situation, take readings, etc. which are then checked by a regular staff member or faculty member; then they finally get around to doing what ever the procedure is and the results are checked. Since our medical coverage only pays 100% at XXSU facilities except for emergencies, the patient has no choice about where the treatment will take place unless they are willing to pay 20-50% of the tab.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>All of this thinking (and I am sure the drugs helped also), started little fantasies moving around in my head and since I hate watching game shows and soaps all day, yet couldn\'t get out of bed without a 15-20 minute effort and a whole lot of pain. I had my computer moved to a position where I could see the monitor from the bed and could put the keyboard on my stomach while laying down. Then started to write for my own amusement. Pain killers and muscle relaxants do strange things to the mind and I soon found my self writing stories about young boys being dominated by their female peers and forced into crossdressing, B & D, and various other \"humiliating\" situations.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In retrospect, the topics are interesting since I was never really interested in these subjects before, but the words just \"flowed\" out and onto the screen before me. I also had an almost constant hard-on while writing and found it necessary to stop every once and awhile to relieve the pressure in my balls. I also started paying more attention to what was going on during my treatments and how some of the young women in particular went to great lengths to have me nude whether it was necessary or not; and how there always seemed to be a need for other women to come and go during this period.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now I never have claimed to be a hunk or body-builder type, but I have always stayed in good shape, opting for a toned build over bulk. This allowed for more flexibility and speed than bulk muscles and that was what I needed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was all in his imagination - I hear you say....</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I think not... an example please.... OK</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 1 : Usual Procedures ?</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>My primary care Doctor now is a woman named Dr. Nancy W. (Before all this it was a man Dr. Bell). When the muscles in my back spasmed into two big knots, I managed to make it to the office, ( I should note here, that this is a family medical clinic and that when I entered, all of the patients in the waiting room were women and children), but quickly found that Dr. Bell was on vacation. The receptionist saw how much pain I was in and told me that Dr. W. could see me immediately. I didn\'t care who saw me, I just needed help. I was quickly ushered back to an examination room, where the nurse (whose name I later learned is Vicky) told me to undress and put on the usual gown. She then left and after about 5 minutes returned and took my blood pressure and heart rate, then told me to get up on the examination table. As I slowly moved to get on the table, she noticed that I still had my jockey shorts on and said, \"those have to go too.\" Without time for me to respond, she bent in front of me and hiked up my gown and pulled down the underwear, pausing with her eyes 6\" from my cock. As I stepped out of the garment, she guided it over my ankles and her hair brushed against the sensitive head of my prick (which responded with a half erection).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On the table, I was told to lay back and the half hard member was causing a distinct bulge in the gown. I was placed with my knees up and feet flat on the table which of course meant that the gown covered nothing of my crotch when viewed from the direction of my feet. She then produced a rectal thermometer and a tube of KY jelly and after lubricating her gloved finger slowly inserted it into my ass. Other than the obligatory prostate exams all men must undergo, my little hole remained virgin, and in fact had never been entered by a female finger (I\'m sorry to say!). Standing between my knees and looking me right in the eyes, she slowly moved her finger deeper into me, spreading the slick lube around. Her finger made contact with my prostate and in nothing flat, my cock was hard as a rock and extending it\'s full 7 inches (now you know). The nurse looked down and then looked back at me and smiled. She then removed her finger and inserted the thermometer. She held onto it and slowly moved it in and out as she looked at her wrist watch with a grin on her face. After what seemed like more than sufficient time, she removed it and recorded the reading, then using a tissue in her gloved hand, placed her other hand on my groin just above my cock, with the back of her hand brushing against it, while she wiped the lubricant from my ass.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She then told me I could put my feet down and left the room. Needless to say, the gown had this big peak in the middle as she left.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Within 2 minutes (and before my cock could deflate) Dr. W. came in accompanied by another woman wearing a lab coat. The Dr. introduced the woman as Mary, a medical student and asked if it would be all right for her to be present during the examination. I looked over at Mary and my heart just about stopped. Now Vicky had been good looking at about 5-6 with a slim trim body and average breasts. But Mary was a tall \"willowy\" brunette with a classic \"model\'s body\" she had legs that just seemed to go on forever and had to have been at least 5-10, but it was hard to tell laying flat on my back on an examination table. I told the Doctor that it was OK with me. At that point, Mary looked at me and then giggled as her eyes came to rest on the \"tent\" in my gown and quickly placed her slim right hand over her mouth as she attempted to regain her composure. The Doctor looked at her quizzically, then followed her sight line and grinned also. All I could do was turn beet red, but couldn\'t force the boner down no matter how much I wanted it to go away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor then got down to business and proceeded with the examination. I was told to stand and then the gown was removed. Standing nude in front of these two women with 7\" of hard cock pointed straight out, I was probed and handled by both as they examined the muscles of my back. The examination, was typical of the type one gets with a general physical and included both of them listening to my heart and lungs with their stethoscopes, testing reflexes, checking for hernias ( I must admit that I did groan when Mary handled my balls), and having me attempt to twist different ways to see where it hurt the most. The only thing unusual was that I was completely nude throughout.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor then told me to bend over the table and both gave me rectal exams massaging my prostate and discussing it\'s size, shape and condition as if I were not present. During this exam, Vicky came back into the room and stood in the corner while the Doctor examined me. She left during the first rectal exam and I noticed out of the corner of my eye during the second rectal exam by Mary, had left the door open. I could hear people going back and forth in the hallway. When Mary was examining my balls from behind, between my legs as my hard cock pointed down, I groaned. This brought a snicker from outside, so it was obvious that I had an audience in the hall. Keeping me bent over with my butt pointed towards the door and the family jewels clearly visible between my legs, the Doctors made detailed examination of the knotted muscles in my back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor then ordered a series of x-rays to be taken and called for Vicky to escort me to the x-ray room at the other end of the hall.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was then given my gown back and Vicky and I slowly walked down the hall to the x-ray room. Due to the knotted muscles in my back, I could not take steps longer than about 12 inches without feeling like I was being stabbed; so it took an eternity to make it the 75 feet down the hall. Along the way, we passed a number of women ranging in age from young girls of 11 or 12 to old women in their 70\'s.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The whole way, the gown was pushed out in front of me and this was cause for amusement among them all. The gown being pushed out in front also meant that it was pulled apart in the back and Vicky, who was helping me walk, was guiding me with her hand on my ass.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the x-ray room, a short blonde woman who looked to be no more than 22 greeted me with a big smile and told me her name was Cindy and that she would be taking the x-rays. I was told to sit on the edge of a table while she filled out some forms and then was walked over to the tilt type X-ray table. I was placed with my back against it and the cold surface caused me to shudder when my ass contacted it. Once I was against it, Cindy pulled straps from the sides of the table and then lifted the gown and secured them around my waist. While she was trying to secure it, the gown kept getting tangled in the straps and she was getting frustrated. Then she just reached up and untied the neck string and pulled it off saying something to the effect \"Damn, lets get rid of this stupid thing, I\'ve already seen your stuff anyway!\". She then quickly added two more straps which secured my shoulders and legs. I was now, therefore securely strapped to a vertical table, unable to move, with a hard-on pointing straight out from my body, facing the door, which Vicky had once again left open. Only this time I could see the hallway and the people passing by. There was only one room beyond the X-ray room which I later learned is used for storage of supplies and that day it seemed that the entire female staff needed to get something from that room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cindy then proceeded with the x-rays and tilted the powered table in a bunch different angles while she shot the pictures. Being tilted around caused me to get dizzy so I just closed my eyes and went with the flow. When she was done, she removed the straps and the table was placed in a horizontal position with me on my back and yes that pole was still pointed straight up. All through this, every time it would start to go down, Cindy or Vicky who was helping her would find some need to run their hand over my stomach, thighs, or brush against my cock, which would instantly return it to full size. \"Now you stay on your back while I develop these pictures,\" Cindy instructed. \"That way if I need to reshoot any of them we won\'t have to get you back onto the table.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there I lay, nude with a hard-on in the middle of the room, with the door open. While Cindy was in the darkroom, Vicky sat in a chair by a work table and shortly, I heard someone enter the room. \"Oh hi Ann,\" said Vicky looking towards the door. Then into my line of sight walked the receptionist (who looked to be just out of High School) carrying 3 cups of coffee.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I brought you some coffee\" she offered and set the tray on the table by Vicky. Shortly Cindy came out and the three of them started talking as though I wasn\'t even there, except, that I could see Ann clearly as she was positioned so that when she talked to Cindy, she was also looking directly at me. Ann tried to be discrete (unlike some of the others who just plain stared) and stole little peeks at my cock, then would blush slightly and look away. What seemed to be about ten minutes later a buzzer went off and Cindy went back into the darkroom and checked the x-rays. In a couple of minutes, she came back out an pronounced them fine and that I could be returned to the examination room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was then allowed to get up, but due to the contracted muscles in my back I needed help, so Vicky and Ann each took an arm and helped me to stand by the table, Vicky, during this stood directly in front of me and as I slid down from the high table guided my body against hers so that her breasts rubbed me from my stomach to my chest. Then she placed her thigh between my legs and held it against my groin while she helped me put the gown back on. The smooth feel of her nylon uniform dress against my bare cock once again had it standing at full attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The hallway scenario was repeated again, gown tented out in front, hand on bare ass in back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back in the exam room, the Doctor returned and explained that she believed I had a bad disk pressing against the nerves which was causing the muscles to contract. She pointed out that according to my history, I have had back problems off and on for 10 years and that she is going to refer me to a surgeon for further examination. She has already arranged for an appointment two days later but in the mean time I will need to get an MRI scan for the surgeons use. Vicky left to set up the MRI appointment and the Doctor told me that she was going to give me two shots and that I was to go directly home (which she noted is less than 5 miles away). The first shot was a powerful pain killer and one should not operate a vehicle under it\'s influence; it won\'t take effect in the time it will take one to get home, but will shortly thereafter. The other shot was to relax my muscles, \"They are hard as rocks\" (this brought a chuckle from Mary who was looking at my hard cock pushing out the gown). I knew what she was looking at and turned red again. They had me get dressed except for pulling up my pants then gave me the two shots and a prescription to be filled later. \"Now go home quickly!\" ordered the doctor, \"Vicky will call you later with the information on your MRI appointment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well I made it home OK and my cock was still hard when I got there, but not for long. When that muscle relaxant took effect, it was a good thing I was in bed, on my back because I have never been so relaxed. Every muscle in my body turned to jelly and I was quickly asleep for the next 6 hours.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I was in so much pain during the above, I really didn\'t care what they did to me. Hell they could have done it down on the city square for all I cared at the time. But does the above sound like \"standard\" medical procedures? Is it any wonder that scenarios of female domination were bouncing around in my head? Would you like to hear more about my medical adventures?</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 2 - A Sexy MRI</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>Vicky called me that evening and told me that she had set up my MRI at a private facility since the XXSU MRI was booked solid for the next couple of weeks. She also said not to worry about the cost since my health plan would pay as they had referred me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>About an hour later I got a call from a woman at the MRI facility who confirmed my appointment for 10:00pm the next night, so that I could take the pictures with me to the surgeon the following day. I was told to wear some-thing like a sweat-suit and absolutely no metal of any kind. I was asked about implants, etc. and told to be on time since I was the last appointment for the day and that they were staying late to get me in.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At 9:45 the next evening, I slowly hobbled into the MRI facility and was greeted by a heavy-set lady in her 50\'s. \"You must be Jim,\" she said as she locked the door behind me. \"You are a little early, so why don\'t you fill out these forms, then I\'ll have the nurse come out and see you; they are tied up with another patient right now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was then handed a pile of forms and given a seat at a table in the lobby. Ten minutes later, I hear a sexy voice say,\" Are You Jim?\" I look up and see a beautiful redhead, with the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen, Wearing one of the tightest nurse\'s pantsuits with curves in all of the right places.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ye.. Yes\" I stuttered, trying to bring my blood pressure back down to earth bound levels.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good, I\'m Nancy, the duty nurse.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, uh, Vicky said to tell you she said Hi,\" I offered trying to avoid looking at her chest, where her uniform was tailored to showoff to maximum benefit her \"C\" cup sized tits.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, she told me all about you when she made your appointment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy quickly reviewed the forms and then handed them to the older woman, who threw them in a tray and while putting her coat on told Nancy that she was through for the day and would see her tomorrow. Nancy followed her to the door and let her out then relocked the door after she exited.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy then returned to me and said to follow her back to the imaging room, where the technician was waiting. Again, I slowly made my way back through a hallway using short steps to avoid pain and soon found myself in a large room which housed a giant machine with a hole in the middle. Kind of like a two story donut made out of white ceramic material. Waiting in the room was a small dark haired woman who looked more like a 12 year old than an adult. She was introduced as Jane, the MRI technician and she explained the machine and how it worked. At no more that 5\'1\" and tiny in all of her features, I had a hard time convincing my brain that this person who looked like a prepubescent girl was a technician, but her voice which was very soft was conveying technical information well beyond her visual age.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jane asked Nancy if I was ready and Nancy replied that she still had to do the basic medical checks before they started, but had brought me straight back rather than using one of the examining rooms to save time. Jane said she was going back into the control room and to give her a yell when I was ready.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy then brought out a blood pressure gauge and took my reading (which I was still sure had to be higher than a kite), then listened to my heart (which was beating at 90 MPH) and lungs with her stethoscope.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then facing me she told me to undress, as they didn\'t want any clothing to \"distort\" the images. Wearing only a sweatshirt, sweatpants, jockey shorts, and tennis shoes, this didn\'t take long until I got down to the shorts. \"Those TOO!\" she said as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her tight jacket and a grin on her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my mid-40\'s I have been nude in front of a number of women, which never bothered me, but for the fourth time in two days I was being ordered by a woman (who was at most 26) to strip in front of her and someone else, since Jane was clearly visible through the window of the control room. I was embarrassed and turned red, I could feel the heat around my ears. I don\'t know why, I just was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy then told me to turn around and I could feel her hands moving over the muscles of my lower back, she turned me some more and I was now facing Jane at her console some 5 feet away on the other side of the glass window, and who was smiling from ear to ear as she surveyed my body. \"Good, the muscles are relaxed so we should be able to get good pictures of your spine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy, then had me bend over and put my hands on the rails for the MRI bed and told me she was going to take my temperature. \"Vicky says you prefer a rectal temp. and I always thought those were the most accurate anyway.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I could reply, I felt her finger pressing into my ass and it almost immediately opened to admit her probing digit. While she worked some lube into me she called out to Jane that I was almost ready and to come in because I would need help getting up onto the apparatus. I heard the door open and close and had absolutely no doubt that Beautiful Nancy and Cute Little Jane were both now behind me and looking at my ass. Nancy, replaced her finger with the thermometer and as Vicky had done, held it with her fingers and moved it around, and in and out while she waited. The bulb of the device was rubbing against my prostate and sure enough I soon had a hard prick pointing straight down between my wide spread legs.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Very nice\" I heard Jane whisper to Nancy who did not give a response I could hear.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy, then wiped the excess lube from my puckered hole and the two of them turned me to face them. Jane giggled, \"Well ONE muscle isn\'t relaxed!\" This caused Nancy to laugh and me to turn even redder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That often happens with a rectal temp.\" Nancy said to Jane, trying to sound authoritative. \"OK stud, up on the tray.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I tried to get up on the plastic tray mounted on the rails, I got stabbed with pain and my cock immediately deflated. The women helped me inch my way up and back and Nancy\'s tits were all over me, but I was in no shape to appreciate them. Tears were freely flowing down my cheeks as I fought back the pain. Once in place, Jane came to where my head was laying in a set of blocks, as I squeezed my eyes trying to shut down the tears. She gently stroked my head and ran her fingers through my hair, and almost whispered, \"God that must have REALLY hurt. Just relax now and we\'ll get this over with.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I relaxed as best I could and Jane put a set of earplugs into my ears after telling me to lay perfectly still. \"This machine will sound like a jackhammer when I move the magnets around and it will be very tight in the tunnel, but don\'t worry, we\'ll be right here and you can talk to me through the intercom located above your head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jane then disappeared as Nancy finished setting the sides of the tractor bed to hold me in a fixed position. The bed started to move, and soon I was traveling into the machine and lost all reference points. The top of the passageway was less than 6\" from my nose and although I have never been claustrophobic, I sure was feeling it then. I was like being in a coffin and I could feel my heart rate jump and even though I knew the machine was open on both ends, found it hard to breathe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could hear Jane talking to Nancy on the intercom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nance, I\'m picking up increased heart and breathing rates; since this is a lower back series, I\'m going to run him up near the other end, do something to distract him or we may have to sedate him!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to calm down, but the closeness was more than I could take; there was no rationality too it, I just knew, I would die in there. Soon, the bed started moving again and then stopped, just a flash of light became visible above my head. \"Jim, tilt you head back so you can see out of the machine,\" I heard Jane\'s voice say. \"Good now, hold your head in that exact position, don\'t move until I tell you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jim, this is Nancy,\" I heard faintly, not coming through the speaker, \"look at me Jim, can you see me Jim?\" Just then she came into view in the crack of space visible between the tractor bed and the machine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can see movement, but I can\'t tell what it is,\" I replied. Then suddenly, the white color visible through the crack turned flesh tone from the center out and I saw a pair of gorgeous breasts displayed upside down from my point of view. The nipples were rose red on very pale white skin and were standing erect like two missiles ready for launch. All I could say was \"Oh Nancy, they\'re beautiful!\" I couldn\'t move a muscle the way I was pinned in that contraption,... well that\'s not true... I did move one muscle. I got hard again!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nancy, squeezed her breasts together, then pinched her nipples and pulled on them, allowing them to snap back, my total attention was focused on the fantastic sight above and behind me, just visible.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nancy! What the HELL are you doing!\" Jane yelled through the intercom. Apparently, Jane could not see her since the machine was between them.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just what you said!\" Nancy\'s fainter voice replied, \"Distracting him!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jane started laughing \"The Doc ain\'t going to believe these pictures; I\'ve never seen an MRI of a hard cock before!\" \"The profile shots are just great !\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Shortly, the machine which had been making a high pitched noise, wound down and then came to a stop. The tractor bed started moving again towards my feet and the vision of those wonderful breasts was gone from sight.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I came out the other end, Nancy was standing beside the bed and her uniform was again closed. Jane came out and said the computer images were being transferred to film and that they could get me back down now. My hard cock was still pointing up at a 45 degree angle towards my belly. But as soon as we started the process of getting me off the machine, I got stabbed in the back again and ended up on the floor, curled up and crying again. Both women tried to ease me into a comfortable position, but the pain was relentless. Finally the spasm passed and Nancy helped me get dressed while Jane went to retrieve the films. As she pulled up my sweatpants, Nancy gave my cock a squeeze and gave me a kiss on the cheek \"for being such a good sport.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The women helped me across the ice covered parking lot and into my car for the drive home. Then said goodnight as they separated and went to their own vehicles.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I got home, I took the films out of the big envelope and looked at them. Sure enough, 6 shots showed my stiff cock pointing right out there and I knew, that would not be missed in the future.</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 3 - The Surgeon and Physical Therapy</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>The next day was my appointment at the surgeons office, arriving at the appointed hour I was ushered to an examination room and given a new pile of forms to complete and again told to undress and put on the pro- offered gown. The nurse took the file from Dr. W. and the envelopes of x-ray and MRI pictures and told me the Doctor would be with me in about 15 minutes. While sitting in the room, wearing that thin gown and filling out the latest 50 forms, I hear a disruption in the adjacent room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OH MY GOD! Janet... Janet! You have to see this! You’re not going to believe it!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn\'t need to ask what the nurse was looking at nor what she wanted Janet to see. I knew it was my MRI pictures with the prominent hard-on clearly visible including two views which showed it in cross section. All I could do was turn red and try to ignore the laughter and cackling from the other side of the wall.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 minutes later and before the Doctor came in, the Nurse returned to pickup and check the paperwork. While looking over the insurance forms, she casually said, \"Oh by the way, Jim, those are very interesting MRI pictures, everything came our very clear; we\'ve never seen any like them before!\" Then smiled at me as I again turned very red.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Doctor arrived shortly thereafter and the Nurse left with the pile of paperwork. After the usual exam conducted by orthopedic specialists, he told me he was going to schedule me for an MRI. I advised him that I had already had one and had brought the film with me. He then left and said he would look them over then be right back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned, he was smiling and said; \"I see you had an interesting MRI session.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You might say that,\" I replied, \"But the pictures also don\'t tell that I left that way either.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well anyway it looks to me that you have two herniated and/or ruptured disks, probably degenerative, since you don\'t indicate an accident, either one of which could be pressing against a nerve which is probably what is causing the muscles to spasm. Now, I prefer to use surgery as a last resort, so we are going to try a conservative approach and give you some anti-inflammatory drugs to take in addition to what Dr. W. has prescribed and also schedule you for 5 weeks of daily Physical Therapy. If that doesn\'t work, then I will arrange for a second opinion and probably schedule you for surgery. Check with the Nurse after you get dressed, she will have setup the PT appointment for you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After dressing, I went out to the Nurse\'s desk and she handed me a note showing my appointment the next day at the hospital physical therapy department. \"I\'ve already talked to them, Jim, so they know what to expect and I will send them a file with the necessary procedures to be performed. Have fun!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<h3>Physical Therapy</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning I reported to the Outpatient Physical Therapy Department as scheduled, on arrival, I checked in at the desk and was told I needed to see Barbara, the Director, who would evaluate my case and assign my therapist. I was then lead back through a long room with curtained off cubicles each containing a padded table and electronic equipment, to an office near the back of the area. Inside was a tall slim black woman with very dark skin, and her hair fixed up in kind of a bun at the back of her head. She introduced herself as the Director, then added \"But just call me Barbara, we are informal here in Physical Therapy.\" She pulled my file from a tray and started reading through it, flipping the pages rather rapidly. While she was doing that, I was checking out the two dozen certificates and degrees hanging on the wall telling me how qualified she was.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At one point, she kind of snickered and when I glanced over she was looking at my file with her hand over her mouth. When she turned the page up to see the next one, I saw the reason for the snicker. In the file was a Xerox copy of one of the MRI\'s with (you guessed it) my hard cock stuck out. I turned red, but she never said a word about it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK Mr. ...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just call me Jim,\" I replied, \"Since Physical Therapy is informal.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, Jim, Dr. R. has ordered 5 weeks of therapy, 5 times per week, to include hot packs, massage, electro-stimulation, and supervised exercise in a special set of exercises for back problems called \'Spine Neutral\' exercises. But before we can do that, we will need to do a complete evaluation of your present condition, so that we have a point against which to measure progress.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"When do we start?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Today, but ... Jim you know this is a teaching hospital... I have a class of new Physical Therapy students starting their clinical practice this week and I am going to use you as part of their training... as an instructor here at the University, you know how important it is for our students to have hands on training...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh...\" was all I could get out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I will be back for you in about 10 minutes and we will do the evaluation, then I will assign your case to one of the students under the supervision of one of my staff therapists.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Barbara came back a little while later and ushered me to an adjacent room. \"OK Jim, I will need you to get completely undressed and put on this gown, (indicating one on a massage table) do you need any help? No.. Good, I\'ll be back in a couple of minutes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I got undressed as ordered and put on the gown. This one however, must have been made for a midget, because it just barely covered my butt and the Velcro on the catches was just about shot.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Barbara returned and taking me by the arm lead me through an adjacent door into a classroom where there were seated 25-30 young women students between the ages of 18 and about 23 and two older women probably in their 30\'s and one male student.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Class, this is Jim. He is a new patient of ours and is an instructor here at the university. As a new patient, he needs a complete evaluation write up, and has agreed to assist me in showing you how do that.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When the hell did I agree to that! (she never asked me, she told me I was going to) went through my head like a lightning bolt. But at this point I was standing in front of the class and in considerable pain so what the hell ... Let\'s get it over with !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there I was, standing in front of about 30 young women (and 1 male) wearing nothing but a very short examination gown (which as I said just barely covered my ass). Barbara, then selected two students to come forward and assist with the procedure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth was a small slim blonde with a cute face and a \"boy cut\" hair style and rather flat chested; who looked at most 18 years old and Susan was a woman in her mid 20\'s, about 5-6, long black hair tied in a pony tail (god do I love pony tails but that is another story). She was kind of homely looking with her glasses on but with a body that would stop trains. We are talking something like 44-26-38, I mean the biggest breasts I had ever seen on someone her size.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now I am not really into big breasts, in fact, I prefer small breasts as they are more pleasing to the eye (It has also been my *experience* that small breasted women tend to be more adventurous in sex :I am not making any generalizations, just an observation, based upon my actual experience). But Susan\'s just could not be ignored.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth started things rolling by measuring my height and weight, chest, waist and hip measurements, then asked Barbara, the nature of the problem. Barbara, handed the women three sheets of paper from my file, which outlined the disk problem, and the Doctor\'s prescription for Physical Therapy. While Beth was looking over this paperwork, Susan started through a series of questions regarding medical history, current complaints, what movements were painful, rate the pain on a 1-10 scale, any other health problems, etc.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth then asked me to turn around so that they could check the area where the muscle spasms occurred and as I did so she opened the back of the gown, so that my cute little ass was now on display to a whole room full of women. Now the muscles in my back were at the time partially knotted, and both women poked and prodded the area, then brought out some kind of instrument to measure density, and took readings from adjacent areas as well as the affected area. Barbara, then told the rest of the class to gather around, where they could closely observe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next I was asked to stretch as far overhead as I could, which of course caused the gown to raise up all the way around and while I was in this position, they took additional readings and I was looking at half a dozen women directly in front of me. They were not looking at my face however, or watching what Beth and Susan were doing but looking directly down at my crotch and smiling. Next I was bent left and right and measurements taken with a device which gave them the angle of maximum bend and then told to bend backwards as far as possible which thrust my hips upward and the gown retracted onto my stomach. The entire class could now see my crotch since I\'m bent back and several giggles erupted from the area behind my head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now ladies, Jim has been kind enough to allow us to practice on him, so let\'s not embarrass him!\" said Barbara, (Kind of late for that thought ! runs through my mind). As my ears and face turn bright red.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, I was to bend forward, and since the back of the gown had not been rehooked, when I bent to touch my toes, it slid down my arms and off onto the floor so fast I couldn\'t catch it. I was now standing bent over forward, completely nude, with my ass pointed at 18 or 20 women behind me. Again measurements were taken and Beth told me to stand back upright.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Wait a minute Beth, you need to take a density reading, since this stretches his lower back to the maximum,\" observed Barbara.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I was told to remain in that position, while they again pressed this device against my back. \"Now move your feet apart, Jim, and try to put your hands on the floor; that\'s it, wider, until you can reach it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>By the time I can reach the floor, my feet are about 3\' apart and I know damn well that my cock, balls, and asshole are wide open to view by everyone behind me because I could see them from between my legs. There were a lot of smiling women and elbows nudging each other and again their attention didn\'t seem to be on what Beth and Susan were doing with the device on my back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now the whole series of movements was repeated, only this time with my hands behind my head and completely nude, since Barbara observed that \"That old rag, doesn\'t want to stay on and gets in the way, anyway.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When that was done, Barbara, had four of the students move a massage table to the front of the class room and told me to get up on the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had learned the hard way that two movements were guaranteed to cause my back to spasm. One getting out of a chair without lifting myself with my arms and two, trying to get onto something higher than my butt by backing onto it, which was how she wanted me to do it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I can\'t do that Barbara, if I try to back onto it, I\'ll get stabbed by pain.\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure you can.\" she replied, \"Don\'t be such a baby!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Barbara, every time, I have tried to back onto anything higher than a chair for the past week, I have had a violent muscle spasm; so don’t give me that baby shit !\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was mad, I had played her little game so far, but calling me a baby in front of the class was going too far! The room was dead silent; everyone knew, Barbara had crossed a line and were waiting for her response.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now listen Jim...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No you listen Barbara, If you want to use me to instruct your class, OK, but I don\'t have to put up with that crap, and will not ! Do you understand? Or should i have the faculty council disciplinary board explain it to you!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>You could have heard a pin drop!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh, Jim you are absolutely correct, I was out of line and I apologize... Could you allow us to continue...?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fine, if you want me on the table, I\'ll get on the table, but not by backing onto it.\" I then turned, leaned over the table, and pulled myself onto it face down, then one at a time pulled my legs up with gritted teeth, due to the pain and laid face down on the table.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you Jim... Class we will continue now...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Barbara, then started into what actually sounded like professional instruction of the students. Pointing out the various muscles involved in my problem and asking for student opinion as to what massage techniques should be used, to release the tension in the affected area. She then queried the students as to the other instructions from the doctor and what they would need to do to follow those orders in my case. When the question and answer session between teacher and students wound down, Barbara asked me what time of day I would be available for my treatments. I advised that I was available anytime, as I was unable to work in this condition and was on medical leave.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fine, your case will be handled by Beth and the staff Therapist will be Lisa J. Lisa, would you and Beth please take Jim to the treatment area and get started on his treatment for today.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laying nude on the table, I looked to my right and out of the crowd a tall woman approached, wearing a white lab coat. She was slender and has dark brown hair, which like Beth\'s was in a \"Boy Cut\" style. She wore 3 diamonds pierced into each ear and also like Beth was small chested. At about age 30, she walked with assurance and smiled down at me as she said, \" Hi! Jim, let\'s get you up and over to the other room for your treatment; Do you need help or would you rather get up on your own. I know that people with back problems usually don\'t like people pulling on them because it can hurt pretty badly.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I smiled back, \"I\'ll get up on my own, if you don\'t mind.\" and started edging myself back off the table until I was again standing, bent over it, then lifted my torso off with my arms.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa put her hand in the small of my back and gently guided me towards the door. At that point, I realized I was still completely nude and was headed for a public area, and stopped dead in my tracks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s the matter Jim?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh, shouldn\'t I put something on?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No need, we are going to the last cubical where you undressed, it\'s just on the other side of the door. Beth, why don\'t you walk in front, then no one will be able to see anything.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So out we went and when we hit the other side, I stayed close behind Beth and slid into the curtained off cubical before anyone could see me. Lisa maintained her hand on my back the whole way.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Beth go get some hot packs and we\'ll get Jim started.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa then had me get up on the table and lay on my back, I was acutely conscious that I was laying there nude under the attention of a fully clothed woman, who I might add, had the most pleasant smile and expressive brown eyes, I have had the pleasure to observe...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth came back with the hot packs and the two women helped me sit up then arraigned them on the table and laid me back on them. The wet heat was fantastic and Lisa then put a sheet over me and said they would be back in 20 minutes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The hot packs felt so good that I fell asleep and in what seemed like no time at all, felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and a soft voice calling me back to consciousness . \"Jim... Jim... wake up Jim...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I opened my eyes, I saw little Beth leaning over me smiling with her hand resting on my chest just above the left nipple. \"Time to wake up! I have to do your back now.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>They sat me up again and removed the pads from below me, then had me turn over onto my stomach. The sheet was removed and Beth explained that she was going to attach some electrical leads to my back which would conduct charges into the muscle. I indicated that I wasn\'t thrilled with the prospect of getting jolted and she explained that it was more like a \"tingle\" and would pulse, that it released the tension in the muscles and actually felt pretty good.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Six pads were placed on my back from the top of my butocks upward to the middle of my back on either side of the spine. When she turned on the machine, I felt the \"tingle\" on the bottom set of pads and the muscles in my ass contracted, then released, and the next set of pads activated. The effect was a moving contraction - release sequence from the bottom upward, then started over again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a couple of cycles, I told her that it really did feel good, and that I shouldn\'t have worried.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Both women sat in chairs adjacent to my table while the machine worked me over and discussed my case. Lisa was questioning Beth on the \"Spine Neutral\" exercises and it seemed that the younger woman gave the right answers since each response got a nod from Lisa.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next came the massage, and Beth put some lotion on my back and started working on the area between my lower ribs and the bottom of the spine. After about 3 minutes, Lisa stopped her and told her she would need to force much harder with her hands and that she should stroke all the way up and out onto my shoulders about every third time, to prevent cramping in adjacent muscle groups. Likewise that she should also work downward away from the primary site for the same reason. She then lubed up her hands and demonstrated the technique she had been describing. It was fantastic ! I knew immediately, that I had never really had a massage until Lisa went to work on me. She worked at it for a couple of minutes, then started talking to me as she stroked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You must workout a lot Jim, You have great muscle tone.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not in the regular sense of pumping iron,\" I replied, I teach physical education, and that keeps me pretty well toned and flexible.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"A little more than \'pretty well\' I\'d say, there\'s hardly any fat on you anywhere; you wouldn\'t believe how many really out of shape people we treat here. I enjoy working on someone who takes care of themselves for a change.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a couple more minutes, Lisa turned me back over to Beth and guided her through the techniques, occasionally telling her to use more or less pressure, work her thumb in such a way, press here, stroke there, etc. I was in heaven!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth massaged me for about another half hour then wiped off the excess massage lubricant and told me to sit up on the edge of the table. Getting up to the required position, she handed me a thick spiral bound booklet which was a manual from some back clinic on how to perform the various \"spine neutral\" exercises and explained the benefits of each exercise. Both women were sitting on chairs in front of me and although I had been nude in front of these women for the past two hours, and both had examined me in detail, I suddenly became conscience of my state of undress when I realized that my crotch was at their eye level and that I was fully exposed. I turned red and felt my ears heat up; which caused Beth to give me a strange look.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Something wrong?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh, no... I, I just realized I am sitting here carrying on a \"normal\" conversation with two very lovely women; me naked and them fully clothed.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh Jim, relax...\" said Lisa, \"We are in a \'professional\' situation, not a social one, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about... you have a very good body and should be proud of it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Just then another therapist walked in and after glancing over at me, told Lisa that one of her patients in the Orthopedic Post-Op ward was having problems and could she break free to go up and work with her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, tell them I\'ll be right up; Beth is familiar enough with the exercise program to instruct Jim on how to do them and I see no need for me to stay here. Beth, get him started on the first 10 exercises and I will see you both tomorrow morning. Bye Jim... see you at 10:00 sharp.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth then positioned me on the table on my hands and knees and we started through the various exercises. The series must have been developed by someone into serious pain, because for slow movement exercises, I have never felt so much stress. For example, with your hands and knees set 6\" out from your body line and while holding your abdominal muscles fully contracted, extend your right arm and left leg together, outward raising both at the same time, while you balance on your left hand and right knee until you reach maximum elevation and extension. This should take about 10-15 seconds, now slowly (in a controlled manner) lower them and switch to the other arm/leg combination. Remember to keep your abdominals locked throughout the movement; do this 10 times for each side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Needless to say, doing these nude shows everything you have. Especially, when you are on a table and the viewer is standing with her head at the same height as your back line. Additionally, Beth would hold one hand on my back and the other on my stomach throughout many of the repetitions to make sure that the abdominals were being held tight. Or would have a hand on one of my thighs or arms or cheeks of my butt either to guide me or check muscle stress, in particular near the end when an arm or leg would begin to tremble. All this contact from her soft hands was beginning to cause some trembling for a different reason.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At one point when she was squeezing the cheek on the right side of my ass, I said, \" Uh, Beth... If you keep that up, Uh... you are going to get some, Uh ... unprofessional, Uh... results...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her fingers at that point were between the cheeks in the crack and her thumb was making circular pressing movement into the hip side of the muscle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh, Beth, I assume it is your left hand,... well to be quite honest, ... it... it is getting me excited...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Without, moving the hand, she looked between my wide spread legs and at my fully exposed groin. The cock was just short of full extension and was pointed downward towards the table. \"Ohhh, I see what you Mean!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Without warning, she reached under me with her right hand and grasped my shaft, which immediately came to full erection and gave it several pulls as if milking a cow, then just held it for a while, clamped tightly in her hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well I think that is enough for today.\" she said in a husky voice, then released my cock and told me to sit on the edge of the table facing her again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I moved to the sitting position and my cock was standing straight up. Beth then spread my legs and stepped between them; lightly ran her hands over my sides, then said, \"Jim, I\'m going to help you get down, now, so I want you to put your arms on my shoulders and your legs around my hips, then I\'m going to pull you towards me and let you slide down my body to the floor, OK?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I could answer, she reached between us and moved my cock to a vertical position pressed between us, then tightly hugged me around the chest below the arms and pulled me forward. As my butt cleared the table, my cock and balls slid down the front of her uniform as my inner thighs slid down the outside of her body.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ouch!\" I exclaimed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What... What\'s wrong?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your buttons! The buttons on my balls!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth, giggled, then while still hugging me, reached down with her left hand and gently massaged my balls in her tiny hand, while making cooing sounds with her head pressed against my chest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I groaned and trembled at her manipulation and was just short of cumming when she abruptly stopped and backed away.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK Jim, I\'ve got to go now, but I\'ll see you in the morning. Get dressed and don\'t forget to sign the log on your way out.\" She turned and was gone through the curtain.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was a hard drive back to the house thinking about that sexy little minx and her wonderful hands.</p>\r\n\r\n<h3>Chapter 4 - Physical Therapy Day 2</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>The next day I reported to Physical Therapy as scheduled and was met by Beth at the reception desk, then ushered back to the same treatment booth as the previous day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Undress Jim and get up on the table, while I go get your hot packs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stripped and then looked around for one of the gowns and finding none, worked my way up onto the table face down.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When Beth returned, I asked about a gown, and she just smiled and said, \"It\'ll just get in the way, so I didn\'t get one out; now sit up a minute and I\'ll put these under you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I sat up and she positioned the pads then had me lay back on them and covered me with a sheet, then left as had happened the day before.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After 30 minutes, she returned and did the electro stimulation, and then started the manual massage. This day however, she spent a considerable amount of time massaging downward onto my rear end, which I might say felt great. We talked as she worked, and she told me that she had just turned 19 and had moved to the city from the Chicago area. Her goal was to be a specialist in sports therapy and that she eventually wanted to get her Master\'s Degree and open a specialized clinic of her own.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she had completed the massage, she again directed me in the exercises. This time we started with me on my back and did some new ones involving leg lifts and arm leg combinations. Again, her soft hand spent most of the time on my stomach as I did the exercises and I was acutely aware that this pretty young woman had a completely unobstructed view of my entire front side. The idle movement of her hand inches away from and occasionally brushing my cock had the expected effect, I was soon sporting a boner with a mind of it\'s own.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth took note of it with a very long stare but never made any move to touch it directly or made any comment about it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, up on your hands and knees, Jim, and we\'ll do the ones you learned yesterday.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s this \'WE\'\" I said in a joking manner, \"I haven\'t seen you do any of these exercises yet.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No and you probably never will ! \'WE\' as in your doctor ordered that you be supervised in these exercises to prevent injury and I am the designated \'Supervisor\', now move mister!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes Massa,\" I said chuckling imitating slave talk from some old movie I had seen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not Master - Mistress,\" she replied, \"But you may call me \'Missy,\" she said with a wink and a grin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there I am again, on hands and knees, my cock pointing like a missile and my balls hanging down between my open legs. Beth again places one hand on my back and the other on my stomach as I do the controlled exercises and again I feel the one on my back work downward until it is continuously on my butt and gently massaging the right cheek.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her hand on my stomach abruptly moved downward and she grasped my hard cock in her tiny hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Don\'t move your hips, when you do the extensions\" she said with a husky voice. Still holding onto my cock as she spoke. \"Now continue….\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>These exercises were hard enough, but with her holding onto my shaft as I started moving, it was too much. Changing positions caused my cock to pull against her hand and her little finger was wrapped around just below the head on that sensitive part. I groaned with each movement. Then I heard a giggle !</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Looking over my right shoulder, to my shock, I see Lisa with four other female students standing in the open curtain doorway. I couldn\'t believe it! I\'m kneeling (wide open) with Beth firmly holding my steel hard cock in front of a bunch of young women. I turned beet red and dropped my head down onto my forearms. Beth still held me tightly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well Beth, I brought these other students over to observe how to do these exercises, but I must say, that is a unique way to maintain supervisory control.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh.. Lisa, he kept moving his hips when he changed and, and... it seemed like an easy way to prevent that...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The women moved into the booth, and now surrounded the table. \"We\'ll see,\" said Lisa, \"continue the exercises.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, Jim let\'s start again; up on your hands.\" Beth ordered, with her right hand still firmly clamped on my cock.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa lifted my shoulders bending me backwards and I put my arms back in position. She then stood by my head with her body almost touching my hair. I could smell her perfume strongly and she kept her hands on my shoulders just inside the arms, laying lightly with her fingers extending onto my back, her thumbs pointed downward on the front. \"Come on Jim, let\'s get going here,\" her soft voice almost whispered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I started again and during the course of the exercises, all of the women ran their hands over my body, back, stomach, arms, legs, ass, but Beth maintained her grip on my still hard cock. All of this contact had me just short of cumming, and pre-cum was dripping from my cock down onto the sheet on the table. My balls felt like they were about to explode and I could feel the sack drawn up in anticipation of climax.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa, told me to stop.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK girls, that\'s it, you can go now.\" Then turned to Beth after they had gone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Beth, you have created considerable muscle tension in this patient, putting additional stress on his lower back, which he certainly doesn\'t need; and it is your responsibility to relieve his stress... Do you understand?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh... yes Lisa, I... I\'ll take care of it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fine, I\'ll be in my office. I want to see you when you are done.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa then left, and Beth\'s left hand which had been massaging my right ass cheek again, moved downward and gently squeezed my balls. \"Uuuuhhhhggggaaaahhh\" I moaned, and her right hand worked my cock in smooth long strokes. In short order, I sprayed cum all over the sheet below me, then collapsed onto my side, laying on the juice soaked cloth. As my body rolled on the way down, Beth kept stroking until my formerly hard cock, was back to normal size. Beth used her left hand to stroke my body, and ran her fingers along the right side of my head, through my hair, returning with her index finger tracing my jaw line. Her right hand, continued to gently massage my prick, then my cock and balls together.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you Beth,\" I rasped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your welcome,\" she said as she bent forward and gave me a quick \'sisterly\' kiss on the lips. \"Now lets get you cleaned up and dressed, that\'s it for today.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth then used a washcloth to wipe the cum from me and again positioned me to help me get off of the table. When she stepped between my legs, however, she looked down at my exposed genitals and then unbuttoned her smock and turned the big buttons under. \"Wouldn\'t want a repeat of yesterday!\" she giggled as she wrapped her arms around me as if picking up a small child.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When my feet hit the floor and took my weight, she continued to hold on, hugging me with her body pressed full length against me and her small head held firmly against my chest. I returned her hug but was unsure as to what to do. She was so young and I was in no condition physically to get involved in a sexual affair at the time. After a couple of minutes, she released me and looked up into my eyes while still lightly maintaining her hold with her hands on my waist. I leaned forward, and gave her a light kiss on the lips. She responded by opening her mouth as my tongue brushed her lips and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. After breaking off, she gently patted my ass and smiled. \"See you tomorrow sport!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That night, I couldn\'t sleep. I had trouble sleeping anyway due to the constant pain. But this night, I spent most of the night thinking about cute little Beth, her firm little body, her wonderful hands, and her sweet tasting mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<h3>Physical Therapy - Day Three</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>The next day when I reported for my appointment, it was Lisa who met me at the reception desk. \"Jim, I need you to come back to my office before we get started today... If you would follow me please?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In her office, Lisa asked me to sit down, then started slowly, with a worried look on her face....</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jim, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday, Beth was way out of line..... and.... Had I known what she, she was doing.... I wouldn\'t have brought the other students into the treatment booth...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa had a trembling sound to her voice and it was clear that she was worried that I might report what had happened. Her right hand was cupping her chin and her eyes were downcast as if to avoid contact until I gave her a response. There was a pause as I tried to formulate an answer...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please, Jim, don\'t report this incident, or... or I\'ll lose my job... I should have been present... and, and I wasn\'t... I can assure you that it won\'t happen again...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa was on the verge of tears, so I slowly stood and walked around the desk, until I was standing beside her seated form; she rose slowly, and was now shaking.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lisa, relax... I\'m not going to report you or Beth or anyone...\" I gently put my hand on her shoulder and at my touch, she grabbed me around the chest, with her arms under mine and hugged me forcefully; her whole body was trembling. Her head was pressed into my shoulder and I gently stroked the back of her head and neck as I continued.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lisa, Beth is a young girl and still learning about life, she had a little fun at my expense, ... but I don\'t care... No one was hurt, and other than being embarrassed at being exhibited to the other students in that condition,... and they had already seen me nude anyway... Oh what the Hell! It\'s OK.... Don\'t worry about it...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh God Thank You Jim!\" \"I... I just don\'t know what I would have done... if... if you were really upset and pushed the issue...\" She then looked up at me and then kissed me VERY thoroughly, then rested her head against me again while I held her. Her body soon stopped trembling and after a couple of minutes, she drew back and tried to regain her professional composure.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you OK?\" I asked as I still lightly held her slim shoulders.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes.. yes... I\'m fine, we... we better get started on your treatment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa then led me down the main hallway to another area than the one previously used, and opened a door to what was apparently another treatment area. Inside, I was led to another (solid) door and beyond it was a \'private\' treatment room, with the same type of equipment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Please get undressed Jim and I\'ll be right back.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stripped and got onto the massage table and Lisa soon returned with the hot packs. This time she had me lay on my stomach and she put the packs on my back rather than have me lay on top of them. She then seated herself in a chair beside me and we made small talk while the heat soaked into my back for 30 minutes. Lisa was wearing a skirt, and my angle of view was such that as she crossed and uncrossed her long legs, I was getting quite a show of supple thigh flesh and an occasional flash of pink panties.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa then went to work on my back and I will have to say that I have never had a massage like that before or since. Instead of the lower back massage, this was a full body massage lasting over an hour. When she had me turn over to do the front, I was hard as a rock and she just smiled, then went to work on the front side of my legs. After she had relaxed every other muscle on my body, she gently cupped my balls in one hand and gave my cock long gentle strokes for a couple of minutes, then without warning, leaned over and sucked me full length into her mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, all at once, slashing along the shaft, around the head, and back again. I was groaning continuously, as I felt the head repeatedly against the back of her throat. When, I came, it was explosive, I don\'t think I have ever cum that hard, my entire body convulsed and it felt like gallons of cum were being pumped out. Lisa drank it all except for a small drop at the corner of her mouth and I tasted it when she kissed me as I came back among the living. As I opened my eyes, she was poised above me, looking down into my eyes and I just reached up and pulled her down until our mouths met, then gave her my best soul wrenching kiss. I stroked her shoulders and back as we kissed and gently caressed her firm behind, her breasts were pressed against me and I could feel her hard nipples through the thin material of her blouse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you Lisa... I\'ve... I\'ve never felt anything that good ever... Never had an orgasm like that...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your welcome Sir, now let\'s do your exercises.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But... But won\'t you let me do something for you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not today, you needed that, and so did I, so let\'s get back with the program.\" This was accompanied by a playful slap on the hip, \"Get Up and get into position and start with the leg extensions... Come on!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I went through the full set of exercises, and I might add, Lisa was much more of a demanding supervisor than was Beth. Every one of them had to be done \"perfectly\" or it had to be done over. I was covered with sweat by the time I was done and felt like I had run a marathon, total exhaustion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa, helped me get off of the table and then wiped me down before I got dressed. Before, opening the door, she turned to me and gave me another big hug and a deep kiss which was accompanied by a gentle squeeze of my crotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lisa led me back to the main hallway, and as I was going towards the exit, I met Beth, who immediately became cautious, and looked a little scared.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi Beth, .... Are you OK? ... Is there some place we can talk for a minute?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth led me into an adjacent room and closed the door behind us.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Beth, Lisa and I talked today, and everything will be OK, I told her I\'m not reporting anything to anyone... Do you understand?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth had her back against the door and was trembling and her face was flushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Beth?\" and I stepped towards her and gently traced a finger along her jaw and tilted her chin up so I could see her eyes. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and I quickly moved closer and then hugged the tiny girl. She buried her face into my shirt and then returned the hug with all of her strength; while I stroked her head, neck and back and told her everything would be all right.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she got her composure back together enough, she told me that Lisa had really chewed her out and had threatened to have her thrown out of school if I filed a complaint with the administration.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My back was starting to hurt so I sat down in a chair and Beth was standing in front of me looking like a 6 year old who was lost. I took her by the hand and guided her to sit on my right leg, with her legs between mine and her shoulders encircled by my right arm. She laid her head against my chest and I gently ran my hand over her arms and rested my chin on top of her head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth shifted slightly and curled up on my lap like a little girl and turned her body towards mine. I held her against me and my left hand was on the back of her thigh, keeping her from sliding off.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We just sat with me holding her and slightly rocking for a while until I felt her body stop trembling and her breathing drop to a slow steady pace. I kissed her forehead and stroked her cheek and neck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you OK now Missy?\" I whispered in her ear.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes (smile) Jim, I feel much better...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Missy, I love holding you, ... but I can\'t do this much longer... my back...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh God ! No! Jim I\'m so sorry!\" and she jumped up off of my lap.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held onto her left hand and said, \"Easy Missy, it was just starting to cramp, ... I\'m OK.\" My use of the name \'Missy\' brought an impish smile to her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had trouble getting up from the chair and Beth helped me, then pulled my left arm around her shoulders and told me to lean on her. She then walked me out to my car and helped me get in.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you going to be able to get home all right Jim?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure, I only live a couple of miles from here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"O-yeah, where?\" and I told her my address; \"I don\'t live very far from there, maybe I should stop in on my way home and check on you, yes I\'m going to do that, I\'ll see you about 6:15 this evening.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She said it so fast, that I didn\'t have time to respond and by the time I did get my mouth to work she was already headed back across the parking lot towards the hospital building.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The drive home was uneventful and I spent the usual afternoon doing nothing except trying to find a position that didn\'t hurt my back, be it sitting, standing or laying. I had gotten into the habit of only wearing a robe at home and spent a lot of time either laying on the sofa or sitting in a \'lay-z-boy\' love seat (double recliner) in my living room. I was asleep in the recliner with a blanket over me when my doorbell rang at 6:12 p.m. and after waking and realizing who it probably was just stayed where I was and yelled, \"Come on in Beth the door is unlocked.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth came in and was wearing a long coat, \"Hi Jim, how you doing?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Without looking up I replied, \"About the same...\" \"Take off you coat and stay awhile...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I no more than got that out of my mouth, when I did look over at her and she was taking the coat off. Beth was wearing a sexy little exercise outfit consisting of a white \"crop top\" T-shirt and Red nylon running shorts, the kind with the split on the side that runs up to the waist band, and tennis shoes with white athletic socks. She was not wearing a bra, because her nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton material and were likewise clearly erect. After looking at her firm little body, I was erect also, but fortunately it was under the blanket.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth came over to where I was sitting and leaned over the arm of the recliner and brushed my hair back with her fingers then lightly stroked my cheek.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You look comfortable, does the other side of that recline too?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes... It\'s a double recliner.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Without saying anything more, she walked around my feet and sat down beside me, then moved her half of the seat back until we were side-by-side. Then she turned on her side facing me and moved her head over towards me and planted a kiss on my lips. Then rolled further until she was laying partially over me with her chin resting on my chest and her pretty blue eyes gazing into mine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi!\" she said with a big smile on her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi, yourself!\" I replied and gathered her head with my hands, her short blonde hair was like silk, and I moved her a little higher so that her forehead was even with my lips and gently kissed her. She turned her head in and kissed my neck as I ran my hands over the firm muscles of her back and shoulders under the crop top and hugged her to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You feel wonderful\" I whispered in her ear and she gave a little giggle and burrowed her body closer to mine, moving her hands under her and inside my robe, stroking my sides and chest. \"That\'s nice..\" I said and continued to massage her shoulders. \"Let me sit up a little,\" I said and moved the recliner into a more vertical position, This put her on her left side laying across my lap with her head resting in the crook of my right arm and I moved my left hand to the small of her back and then downward onto her firm backside. Beth just snuggled into me and said \" This is nice !\" then kissed my chest through the open spot in my robe.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the next hour we just sat there cuddling each other, gently stroking and whispering, my left hand roamed freely over her ass under the loose legs of her shorts and I knew she could feel my hard cock pressing up through the blanket into her side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stroked her thighs and soon slid my hand up the front of her shorts and lightly brought my fingers over her pussy. Then withdrew my hand and pulled her shorts down to her knees, then off. Her pubic area was almost hairless, the lips were bare, with just a little tuff of blonde hair above her slit. It reminded me of some of the 12 and 13 year olds I had seen as a boy. Her little pussy was just beautiful and I told her so as I lightly slid 3 fingers across the surface of it. As I moved my hand down, I let the outer lips pass between my fingers and the center finger rubbed directly across the hood of her clit. She was very wet and I continued down until the finger tip was poised at her opening and then gently moved my finger into her tight canal until it was fully inserted. Her breathing was fast and her chest was heaving as I slowly moved my finger in and out and rubbed her clitoris. Deep moaning sounds came from her throat and when she tilted her head back, I kissed her deeply. Her hips moved in synchronization with my hand and after a short while her body stiffened, then relaxed as a guttural sound passed from her mouth to mine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I moved my hand up over her smooth belly and continued northward onto her chest. Then moved her outward from my body and pulled her crop top up and off over her head. Beth immediately crossed her arms over her small breasts and with my right arm again around her shoulders, I whispered to her...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Beth... don\'t hide your breasts from me, you are beautiful... you have nothing to be ashamed of...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"They\'re so small... she whined... I look like a boy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not to me you don\'t... move your hands... that\'s it,\" and when her right nipple cleared, I immediately leaned forward and sucked it into my mouth. It was already hard but after I stroked it with my tongue and gently nipped it, it seemed to grow and get even harder. Beth dropped both her hands giving me free access to her firm little \"A\" cup breasts. I alternated massaging and sucking first one then the other, then laid her back against me so that her back was against my chest and I had both hands around her and on her breasts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I think I\'ll teach you a massage technique that I know they don\'t teach in Physical Therapy,\" I said into her ear. \"It\'s called a nipple massage,\" I continued and she giggled. Now the way this is done is to take the tip of your little finger and just very lightly touch the tip of the nipple; now very slowly move your hand so that the nipple drags along the bottom side of the finger and back, to the base of the palm; now forward and out to the end of the ring finger and back to the base of the palm; now forward and out the middle finger...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"God! It\'s on fire!\" she squealed as my fingers continued their slow trek across her right nipple. I then gave her left nipple the same treatment and by the time I got to my left index finger she was squirming all over and begging me to suck on them. Instead, I pinched both nipple at the same time and pulled outward on the tender flesh... Beth stiffened, \"I\'m, I\'m cumming !\" and she did, her body spasming hard then relaxing. I turned her back toward me and she rested with her still hard nipples rubbing against my chest. \"I didn\'t know it was possible to cum from just touching my nipples,\" she whispered then kissed my neck and chest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now I want to do something for you,\" she whispered as she moved off of my lap and pulled the blanket from me and opened my robe, revealing my hard cock. Beth then moved to a squatting position, with her feet on either side of me and her knees just outside my shoulders. Holding onto the top of the chair back with her left hand, she reached under herself with her right and guided my cock to her love hole. I could feel the heat radiating from her as she slid the head of my cock between the lips of her small cunt and when she had me positioned directly below her, she lowered herself onto me in one smooth movement downward. It felt like her pussy was sucking me in and when I looked down between us I could see her small lips stretched wide and pressed against my groin. Beth was incredibly tight and the internal muscles ripped along my cock, yet neither of us were moving at all.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth then placed both hands on the back of the seat and using it as a leverage point, pulled herself up to where only the head of my cock remained inside, then lowered herself back down until flesh met flesh. She started this rocking in a steady motion and I stroked her entire body while she pumped us. Positioned as she was, the only part of her I couldn\'t reach was her hands and her feet, but her smooth thighs, ass, side, back and breasts were right there and accessible. She increased speed and was soon covered with a thin coating of sweat as she worked out on my pole and was moaning and sighing with each up and down motion. When she came, her internal muscles clamped like a fist and I was no longer able to hold back as they milked me dry. Beth collapsed on to my lap and I pulled her to me and tilted the chair back, this put her weight onto my chest and her legs which were now tucked inside my arms and against my sides. I continued stroking her body as she lay atop me and tried to recover her normal breathing. Her back was soaked with sweat and I could feel our sex juices draining from her onto my belly as we both tried to recover.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a while, Beth slid her legs downward and this placed her wet crotch just above my prick, \"Oh.. I\'ve got you all wet down there...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Missy, you can get me wet down there anytime you want, anywhere you want!\" Then kissed her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Just then my chime clock sounded and Beth was up like a shot. \"Shit! It\'s 8:00, I\'ve got to get home quick or my roommate will be wondering what happened to me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth quickly put her shorts and crop top back on and then bending over the arm of the chair, kissed me goodbye and was headed for the door.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"See you in the morning!\" and was gone.</p>\r\n\r\n<h3>Physical Therapy - Day Four</h3>\r\n\r\n<p>I arrived at the usual time and was met by Beth at the reception desk and she escorted me to one of the regular treatment booths. During the massage, Lisa stuck her head through the curtains and then later returned with another student, a small oriental girl (sorry but she looked like a 10 year old so it\'s hard to think of her as a woman) who she introduced as \'Lin May\'. Lisa described the techniques Beth was using while Beth worked on me and then had Lin take over and finish the massage. I still don\'t know how such a tiny woman could exert as much pressure as she did. Lin was about 4\'8\" and at most 85 lb. and tiny in all regards. She was small enough that she used a step stool in order to get high enough and to get her hands in the correct positions and used her entire body weight it seemed at points.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With the massage done, Lisa then told the girls to put me through the exercises and that she would be back later. Once again, I am doing the exercises completely nude in front of a new woman, Lin; (I was no longer embarrassed about being naked in front of Beth and Lisa) and about half way through, Beth grabbed her favorite handle to keep me from moving my hips, which again turned hard. After a few minutes, Beth asked Lin if she wanted to take over and there was an immediate switch over and I felt Lin\'s tiny fingers wrap around my pole. Her hand was still covered with the massage lubricant and consequently, when I changed positions, my cock would slip through her warm hand, and without trying I found myself jacking off just by doing the exercises.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not move!\" Lin said to me and clamped down hard on my prick. \"Not move hips... Keep still!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m trying to keep them still,\" I replied, \"but switching knees causes me to move...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lin Moved from the side to behind me and reached between my legs and again grabbed hold of my cock and pulled down. I groaned, then she put her other hand on my ass with her fingers spread and two of them down into the crack. \"Continue!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I started again, and found almost immediately, that when I raised my leg, her fingertip pressed against my asshole and this sent a little jolt like an electric shock through me. Each repetition, again pressed my hole against her finger, which was still covered with lube and after about six or seven, I found myself at full extension with her finger buried to the knuckle up inside my ass. Again I groaned and Beth asked what was the matter. \"Her finger,\" I replied and Beth who had not seen what was going on behind, moved to where she could, then giggled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Move down onto your forearms and knees,\" Beth instructed, and I gratefully fell forward as directed. Lin kept her finger buried, then gently rotated it around and started a slow in and out movement. Soon she added a second finger, while still holding my cock. I couldn\'t move my hips in this position (due to the back problem) and she wasn\'t moving her hand on my cock. So I just lay there getting a prostate massage and no relief.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a couple more minutes of this, Beth told Lin that was all and she could leave. Lin extracted her hand from me and released my cock. When she was gone, Beth cleaned up my ass and helped me off of the table. Then, while holding my stiff cock, gave me a brief kiss and said she would stop over that evening to take care of the rest of my \'treatment.\'</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That evening, I was up when Beth came to the door and when I opened it, she immediately stepped forward, opened my robe and hugged me running her hands up my bare back and over my ass.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Uh, Beth, don\'t you think we should move inside first?\" as she was pulling the robe down off of my shoulders.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth giggled and shoved me backwards into the room then quickly closed the door behind her. She then opened her coat and I could see the same exercise outfit she had worn the previous evening, only this time it was damp with sweat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I just got done with my aerobics class,\" she said and then guiding me backwards added, \"Where is the shower? I need one.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took her into the bathroom, and in a flash she was stripped with her firm little behind pointed directly at me. Her pussy lips were clearly visible between her legs and the muscles in her thighs and back were tight and rippled as she moved.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I gave a soft whistle,\" as I stood in doorway looking at her sweet little behind and she looked over her shoulder, smiling and said, \"Like what you see?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Like is not the proper word, \"love\" is the word I think!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With that she gave her butt a wiggle and giggled again. (I use the word \'butt\' because with her small body and slim hips, from the back she looks more like a young boy than a woman... Not that I\'m complaining, because I\'m certainly not !)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"In the shower, mister, we are going to take one together!\" She then grabbed my hand and into the warm spray we went.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth, soaped up her hands and worked them all over me, massaging as she went; I soon was hard and my boner pressed into the soft skin of her belly. \"Keep that thought! I want that just the way it is!\" she giggled as she gently stroked my pole.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do me!\" she said as she turned her back to me and I proceeded to reciprocate, massaging her firm young muscles as I washed her lovely body. Her skin was pale and almost clear, I could see the underlying blood vessels in a number of places as little blue lines crossing just under the skin. It was also smooth as silk, with almost no hair anywhere. I reached around her and soaped her front side, making long strokes from shoulder to hip, gently working her small breasts, until her nipples stood out firm and hard. Then reached down between her legs and firmly washed her crotch, she turned towards me, riding on my hand and leaned her head into my shoulder as my fingers worked her and I used my other hand to caress her backside as she pressed her cunt into my right hand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes... Yes... Yes...\" she kept murmuring as I worked my fingers over her clitoris, outer and inner lips. She held on tightly and had her head thrown back, baring her neck, which I kissed and licked, then worked my mouth up to her lips and kissed her deeply, her hips were thrusting against my hand and then I felt her pause and stiffen, then collapse against me on wobbly feet. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me and we just stood there for a while with the warm spray washing down over us. After about 10 minutes, we finished rinsing and, got out of the shower and dried each other off. Then she grabbed hold of my still hard cock and lead me back to the living room and down onto the double recliner.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth, then climbed onto my lap and pulled the blanket which was laying on the other side over us and curled up against me. \"This is nice,\" she whispered, \"I could stay right here forever.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I held her and gently caressed her lethal body under the blanket, \"You can stay as long as you want Missy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The name \'Missy\' was like a trigger, she immediately, shifted positions so that she was straddling me and after positioning my cock, sat down on it in a single stroke. Then gently rocked her body back and forth in a slow sensual fucking motion, her cunt muscles grabbed hold of me and milked me with every movement, I came after about 35 strokes and she just stayed on top of me with my soft prick in her pussy and rested with her head on my shoulder and my hands stroking her sides, back and ass.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In about 10 minutes, my soft cock still inside her again got hard, and she started moving again, very slowly, with deliberate strokes. This time I lasted for about forty minutes and we both came hard, then relaxed and cuddled for another hour, enjoying the glow from each others bodies.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At about 9:00 we got up and took another shower and this time Beth said she had to go. Her workout outfit was still wet, so I offered her a large T-shirt which fit her like a dress and she left wearing it (and nothing else) under her jacket, with her shorts and crop top under her arm.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the next two weeks, I reported daily for my therapy, two days per week, Lisa would handle the treatment, the other three days, Beth handled it. Lisa would usually have one of the other students with her, but Beth always worked alone, unless Lisa \"dumped another student on her.\" Three days per week Beth would come to the house and spend the evening sitting on my lap and making love to me always in a slow and gentle manner (knowing that I was not able to do many of the normal positions) usually with her on top and riding herself and me to several orgasms each. After the second time, we moved to the bedroom and I enjoyed eating her young pussy every time she came over after that. In the chair there was just no way for me to bend to where I could reach her with my mouth, without killing myself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The third week, Beth showed up one evening with her roommate, Jennifer.</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 7 - Beth and Jennifer</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>It was a Wednesday evening and as usual I was sitting in my recliner watching the evening news, when Beth rang the door bell. Knowing that she was coming over, I just yelled that the door was open and for her to come on in, my attention was focused on the news program.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Shortly, Beth appeared and to my shock was accompanied by another woman, who appeared to be in her mid 20\'s, about 5-8 and a little heavy. Not fat but \"plump\" looking. She had straight dark brown hair which was currently tied back in a pony tail and was wearing an all white pants suit like a nurses uniform.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi Jim,\" called Beth as she entered, \"Uh Jim, I want you to meet my roommate... This is Jennifer.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So this is the dastardly roommate, Beth is always worried about when she stays late,\" I said with a smile.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi Jim, glad to meet you, Beth has told me a lot about you,\" she then paused and continued, \"You mean this little twerp has been using me as an excuse to run off and leave you? I don\'t care what she does, I just asked her to call me if she was altering her schedule greatly, so I wouldn\'t worry about her.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Soooo Beth, nowww we know you really didn\'t have to leave, just call eh...\" I kidded her. Beth turned red with blush and Jennifer thought it was hilarious.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh Beth lighten up and come over her,\" I offered and the small girl moved over beside me and I sat her down on the arm of the chair and ran my right hand up along her spine, while taking her left hand in my left hand and kissed it lightly. \"Just kidding Missy, just kidding...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth took my hand and held it between hers, then shifted so that she was looking at me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jim... uh, Jennifer has a problem, and, and I thought you could help her...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked over at Jennifer and she was now the one who was turning red and had her eyes downcast. \"You know I will, If I can, Missy. What\'s the problem?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth got up and went over to her roommate and guided her to a standing position beside the chair, then stood beside her with her right arm around the larger woman.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jennifer\'s boyfriend split about six months ago and, and well, she hasn\'t had any since he left...\" \"I... I thought maybe, you and she... could .... you know!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well I don\'t know. Is that what you want Jennifer?\" The woman trembled and turned her head away from me. She looked like she was about ready to run.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jennifer... YOU KNOW YOU DO!\" Beth almost shouted.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jennifer... Jennifer, look at me,\" I said in as calm and soothing a voice as I could muster, \"Would you like to make love, Jennifer?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes\" was the whispered reply.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Then get undressed and come here,\" I gently proposed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Immediately, Beth started unbuttoning Jennifer\'s top and quickly had it off, then pulled down on her elastic waist band pulling both pants and panties down in one movement. Jennifer had a lush bush covering her womanhood and while I gazed at it, Beth was stripping the woman of her camisole and bra. Jennifer was a little overweight, which was visible as heavier arms, shoulders, thighs and a rounded belly, but still well within the bounds of acceptable to my taste. Her breasts were a firm bull B Cup plus but not quite a C cup and tipped by dark brown nipples which were stiffening as I watched.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took her hand and guided her to a sitting position on my lap, then gently stroked her face and neck and reached up and removed the rubber band from her hair, allowing it to fall down, caressing her shoulders. Jennifer was scared and her whole body trembled, so I pulled her to me and gently kissed her forehead, cheeks, neck and then mouth as I encircled her shoulders with my arm. She responded and moved so that her breasts brushed against me and I began stroking the rest of her body. When I cupped her right breast in my hand, and gave it a light squeeze it was like a shock passing through her. She dove on my mouth and kissed my for all she was worth. I was gasping when she finally broke for air.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Mean while, little Beth had stripped and was between my legs, sucking my cock to a hard erection.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ladies, let\'s move to the bedroom, I can\'t do much in this chair,\" I offered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Both women helped me up and we went arm in arm to the bedroom, where I had Jennifer lay down and I proceeded to explore her pussy with my tongue through three quick orgasms. The first was almost immediate when I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, the second while I explored the space between her inner and outer lips and the third as I sucked directly on her hole with my tongue buried as far inside as I could get it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"God it had been soooo... long,\" Jennifer almost cried.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jennifer, with my back problem you are going to have to be on top...\" I suggested.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"On top! I\'ve never gotten to do it that way, my, my boyfriends always used the missionary or doggy positions... course they never licked me down there (almost whispered)... I... I won\'t hurt you will I? I know I weigh more than I should, and... and I don\'t want to hurt you...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jenny, quit worrying and just straddle my hips, then do what feels good to you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Soon Jennifer was impaled on my cock and working herself towards an orgasm. Beth, was sitting on her knees beside us and when I looked at her she was smiling and then moved so that she was straddling my head, her beautiful young pussy poised above my mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Eat me slave!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes Missy...\" before I could say more, her body was grinding away on my face, her thighs locked around my head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t know how many times the women came, I was in heaven and they switched several times. I came three times, and was covered with pussy juice from my head to my knees. By the time they were done, I was exhausted and only vaguely remember them cleaning me with a washcloth, I slept continuously that night and was almost late for my appointment the next day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the balance of my Physical Therapy, Beth and Jennifer visited me. Beth, usually 3 times per week and Jennifer once or twice, but never again together. At the end of the 5 weeks, I was scheduled to return to the surgeons office for my follow-up. On the last day, Lisa and Beth did an entire evaluation similar to the one on the first day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"It\'s not any better, is it Jim ?\" asked Lisa.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I feel better for an hour or two after the treatment, then the pain comes back and I have to take the pills.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well Jim, we\'ve done everything we can for you, but it didn\'t work... they will probably have to operate.\" said Lisa.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ladies, I want to thank you for trying, and ...\" before I could say more, both came to where I was sitting and hugged me, then each gave me a deep kiss.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Good Luck Jim, we have to go now, we have a patient waiting...\" and they walked out of the office.</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 8 : Back to the Surgeon and the Hospital</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>The following morning, I reported back to the surgeon\'s office and as usual was told by the nurse to strip and put on a gown. (Note: I have come to the conclusion that doctors and nurses can\'t talk to someone with clothes on; stripping the patient makes them vulnerable and gives the medical person a dominant position).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After the exam, the Doctor decided that (1) I needed surgery, (2) He was going to put me in traction for the next week due to the amount of medication currently needed to keep the pain levels short of crippling, and (3) He would arrange for a second opinion while I was in the hospital.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was admitted to XXSU Hospital immediately following the exam and taken to a room in the orthopedic wing. Now, I don\'t know who thought up the idea of traction but I am sure that they were a bondage enthusiast. A belt is placed under the arms attached to cables which are anchored at the head of the bed, then leather cuffs are attached to the ankles which are attached to cables running up over a metal framework and weights attached. A second belt is placed low on the hips and it\'s cables pull towards the foot of the bed. In short, you are placed in a contraption reminiscent of \"the rack\" and I am sure that Torquemada the grand inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition would have immediately recognized and appreciated it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Additionally, after spending the past 2 months on high powered pain killers, I was suddenly cutoff \"cold turkey\" with the explanation \"this will reduce your tolerance so that when you need them after the surgery they will be more effective.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Needless to say, I was not in the best of moods for the next couple of days... and if that wasn\'t enough, the head nurse on the floor could be best described as an ex-marine drill sergeant and bitch-goddess of the West all rolled up into a 250 lb. lump of nasty. As far as she was concerned, I was a piece of meat, generally to be ignored, and without any feelings needing consideration.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After the first 24 hours of no pain drugs I was wringing wet, in considerable pain especially where the traction belts were secured and my back muscles were in almost constant spasms. My pleas for her to check with the doctor about getting some muscle relaxants were ignored, even though I knew that the medical order only said to eliminate the pain medication.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another 24 hours pass and no matter what I wanted or needed it was a \"forget it\" situation. Including when I asked for a urinal or bedpan and it was denied. Having ignored my repeated requests for a urinal or bedpan, I eventually pissed the bed and then she got mad that I had made a mess. She screamed and yelled for 15 minutes about it and I had no choice but to listen. When she was done, she just stood there glaring at me with her fists balled up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Maybe the next time I ask for a urinal you won\'t ignore it,\" I hissed in reply and she stomped out of the door.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 20 minutes later, two student nurses and a male nurse arrived with clean sheets. The male nurse instructed the students on how to remove and replace the wet bedding while I was secured in traction. He told me to grab onto the rail above my head and adjusted the weights hooked to my ankles and before I knew what was going on, I was suspended about 6\" over the bed by the cables attached to my torso and ankles.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He then removed the gown and pulled the sheets from under me leaving me hanging there completely nude.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK ladies, he is going to need a bath and while you are at it, he has surgery next Monday, so we might as well shave him now so that it will go quicker on Sunday when we have fewer staff. I have to go check on the rest of my patients, can you handle this?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure Bill no problem!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he left, the two student nurses approached and both made no pretense of anything other than that they were surveying my fully exposed body. \"Let\'s get him washed up,\" said the one; a good looking brunette, about 20 years old and about 5-6 and slim.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll get the stuff,\" replied the other who looked younger, 18 at most I guessed and a petite 5-1 or 5-2, with shiny black hair.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In short order, they were washing me from head to toe and the feel of their hands working on my body had the predictable effect of getting me hard. I just hung there with my eyes closed, enjoying the bath, until I heard the shorter one giggle. Opening one eye, I saw her staring at my hard cock with a big grin on her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not bad,\" whispered the brunette and they both giggled again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All done with the bath Mr. ... \" as she realized she didn\'t know my name.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jim\" I filled in for her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All done with the bath Jim, now we have to shave you for surgery.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Whatever,\" I replied. Hanging there suspended, there wasn\'t anything I could do about it so I just decided to go with the flow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"How do we get at his back?\" one of them asked. \"I\'ll get Nurse Jones.\" was the reply (Shit! I thought the battle ax bitch!)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Shortly the younger student returned with the head nurse. \"Got him trussed up good I see!\" \"Why don\'t you go and get the other students and I\'ll show all of you at once how to work the hardware.\" Both students left to round up the others.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well stud I see the girls got you excited,\" she sarcastically remarked as she smirked at me. Flicking my cock with her finger, \"We\'ll make sure all the sweet young things see your puny little cock and everything else while we are at it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of minutes later, the room was full of at least a dozen student nurses all in the 18-21 age bracket and representing just about every physical type and race.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Listen up ladies, this patient is scheduled for back surgery next Monday, and Billy will not have time on Sunday to do a full shave, so Amy and Judi are going to do it today. That way Billy will only have to do a touchup on Sunday.\" She then launched into a description of how the traction hardware worked which I ignored. All I could see was a room full of young women surrounding my nude body, many of whom were staring at my equipment rather than the bed\'s equipment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Cross your arms on that bar Bucco,\" the head nurse directed at me, \"I said cross your arms!\" This got my attention and I re-gripped the bar over head. She then did something which brought my feet together and then reached across me to my hip and rotated my suspended body so that I was now hanging face down; <clank> and my feet were now spread wide to the corners of the bed stabilizing my face down position. \"OK did everybody see how that was done? Good! Amy, Judy and Leslie you help them... I want everything from this belt down shaved on both sides... So let\'s get to it...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"The rest of you come with me and we will learn about pneumatic beds and check back on these 3 later.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Head Nurse Ms. Jones and the students left the room at that point, leaving me with the two who had washed me (Amy the smaller girl and Judy the brunette) along with Leslie a tall slim black girl. Leslie immediately took charge. \"You two work on his legs and I\'ll start here and work down.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As they spread (what I supposed was) shaving gel over my legs and back, I asked, \"Why are you shaving my legs, they are operating on my back?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"First, because Nurse Jones told us to,\" replied Amy and \"Second, because you will be wearing surgical stockings after the operation; kind of like very tight thigh-hi stockings and they will be much more comfortable if you don\'t have hair on your legs.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And the front side has to be shaved,\" added the black girl, \"so that no germs can hide in that nasty hair near the bandages or wound site.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My back was done quickly as I have almost no hair on my chest or back anyway, but Amy and Judy were spending considerable time on my legs. Mean while, Leslie was spreading the gel on my ass and her fingers were gliding up and down the crack to the base of my balls. Her razor was soon removing the hair from my butt and after she had scraped the sides she stopped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Amy, could you pull his cheeks apart so I can get down inside?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sure Les...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Hands gripped the muscles of my ass and spread them wide and now the sharp blade was removing every hair from the crack and around my asshole down to the base where my scrotum starts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The gel made my skin slippery and once, I felt a fingertip enter my backside, all of this handling had my cock hard again and it\'s tip was just brushing the bed below me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All done, let\'s turn him back over,\" Leslie ruled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><clank> Feet together, rotate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><clank> Feet stretched wide apart, face up, cock pointed up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK. Back to work!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Amy was again working on my left leg as Judy worked on the right. Leslie spread gel on my chest and quickly removed the few hairs there, then spread gel from my stomach downward until her fingers were spreading it on and around my stiff cock, then onto my balls. She looked me in the eyes and smiled as she massaged the gel into my groin and stroked my cock until it twitched.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then out came the blade and she quickly stripped by stomach area, then move downward. In a flash, all of the pubic hair above my cock was gone, before she paused. Holding my shaft at the head, she gently passed the blade down it\'s sides then on down where the sack meets the tighter skin of the groin.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At this point, Amy and Judy put some slack in the cables then stretched my legs wider apart, so that Leslie could get easy access to my balls. Gripping the slacker skin between thumb and finger with one hand she pulled it tight then carefully scraped it clean, this was repeated again and again at different angles until she was satisfied that she had gotten it all. Her gel covered hand then cupped my balls and gently massaged them again, as she looked to my face and smiled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Amy and Judy reset the traction and I was again suspended and stretched wide. All three girls got washcloths and proceeded to wash all the areas they had shaved, then patted it dry and rubbed it with a cream of some kind. All three took the opportunity to cream coat my cock and balls and twice, fingers were fully buried up my ass. I just hung there, eyes closed and moaning as they worked on my body. Unfortunately, they didn\'t finish the job.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As they spread the clean sheets out below me, Nurse Jones and the other student nurses returned.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well Stud, I see that they got rid of all that nasty hair,\" the head nurse gloated, \"Smooth as a baby\'s ass, just the way it should be.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The nurse then ignored me and checked the bedding to make sure that it was placed properly, then told the students to lower me onto the bed. I should note that in traction, \"onto\" means just barely touching, since you are stretched on their torture device. A single sheet was then placed over me and the show moved off elsewhere.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Later that night, I awoke to the feel of a warm tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I could make out a white uniform dress bending over me but the room was dark and I couldn\'t see who was sucking me. Whoever, it was, I was getting a first class blowjob, as the mouth worked feverishly on my cock and a hand gently massaged my balls.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I came, it felt like I was pumping gallons of cum, but the mouth just kept sucking until there was no more to pump.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Leslie?\" I asked</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes Jim, I figured I owed you that after leaving you stiff this afternoon. Besides, I\'ve never gone down on a shaved cock before...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All I can say is thank you!, I\'ve never felt it that good before...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"My pleasure sir!\" and the tall black girl leaned over and kissed me. Then have me a quick squeeze on the cock and was gone. Neither, of us ever mentioned it again, and I sometimes wonder whether it really happened or was a dream.....</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 9 : Mid Week (In Traction)</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s now Wednesday of my week on the rack and I am frequently breaking out in cold sweats from the withdrawal of the pain medications. My chest, ankles and hips are raw from the pull of the traction straps and my entire body feels like it should be 7\' long from the constant pull of the weights for 2 1/2 days.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After my midnight blowjob from Leslie, I paid more attention to her when she had occasion to be in my room. As noted before, Leslie was a tall slim Black woman, probably about 22 years old. What I had failed to notice before (probably due to pain and drug side effects) was, how beautiful she was and that she spoke with a somewhat foreign accent. Her skin was coal black with a kind of luster to it that I can\'t find the right words to describe. Her hips were wide and her breasts large (looked to be about a 38-C) but on her large frame looked just right. It turned out that she was indeed a foreign student from Nigeria and was engaged to marry a Ph.D. candidate in Chemistry. At any rate, I sure enjoyed that head-job (assuming it really happened, and I\'m still not 100% sure it did). The only doubt I have about it is that her demeanor was 100% professional from the next morning on, not even any more groping of my balls like the day before. Oh Well!...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Amy and Judy it seemed were my assigned student nurses under the direction of Head (Ball Buster) Nurse Jones. Both were very nice to me and really tried hard to make sure I was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. The only bright spot of my days was my daily sponge bath and rubdown from these two lovely young ladies. The feel of their hands on my now hairless body was enough to make be forget the pain for a while and especially the feel of my hairless crotch being handled by them. Unfortunately, I got no relief from them; they would work me over until I was hard as rock, then the \"procedure\" was over. <shit></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Late Wednesday, the Surgeon stopped in to check on me and conducted an exam. Shortly the \"Second Opinion\" Surgeon arrived and also examined me. My X-rays and MRI films were put on the lightboxes on the wall and the two discussed my case. They then left for a while and came back with their verdict. \"Jim, you have a ruptured disk at the L-4, L-5 section of your back that is causing your problem; It has to come out or you could end up with permanent damage. You have another adjacent disk which is herniated but not ruptured at L- 3, L-4 but in our opinion it can stay, but we can\'t say for sure until we get in there and look at it. Either way, the L-4, L-5 one has got to go, it is pressing on the nerves and will damage them.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had been expecting this so it was no big shock. \"Do what you have to do,\" I replied, \"Just get rid of the pain and get me going again.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jim, we can\'t guarantee that you will not have pain even after the operation... It depends on how much damage has already been done to the nerves. It will however, stop the spasms and get you up and around again; do you still want to go ahead ?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My operation was confirmed for 6:00 am on Monday, it was now just a matter of waiting until then. What I didn\'t know, (because I couldn\'t see them) was that the doctors left my X-rays and MRI\'s on the wall mounted boxes when they left.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of that day and most of Thursday, there was a seeming constant flow of student nurses just inside the door to my room (where I couldn\'t see them). The only reason I know they came and went was that I could hear semi-whispered phrases like \"God look at that!\" followed by giggles and then quick footsteps out the door and sometimes laughter in the hallway.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Late on Thursday Beth and her roommate Jennifer stopped in to visit.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hi Jim, advertising your wares?\" asked Jennifer.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What are you talking about?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your MRI\'s by the door dummy.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh shit! You got to be kidding me! Take them down and bring them over here please.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jennifer walked around the corner and came back immediately carrying 3 MRI films and a big envelope. \"These were on the viewer,\" she said as she handed them to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>(You got it; one of them was the MRI sheet showing my hard cock in perfect profile)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well that explains why all the traffic at the door,\" I sighed. As I put the films in the envelope and placed in between the bed and the nightstand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But they did look DELICIOUS,\" said Jennifer with a chuckle, \"Almost good enough to eat!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You ought to know!\" I replied with a smile on my face. Which brought a blush to hers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"So how you getting along big guy ?\" interjected Beth my cute little Physical Therapist.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Like a victim of the Inquisition, stretched on the rack, and itching all over where they shaved me...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Shaved you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yea\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can I see?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why not, you\'ve seen it all before.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth then lifted the sheet and peeked underneath, \"OOH I LIKE IT!\" she squealed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Let ME see,\" said Jennifer as she elbowed her way in beside Beth, \"OH YES, I KNOW COULD EAT THAT!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Promises, Promises, all I get is promises...\" I ventured.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth and Jennifer had a quick whispered conference and Beth headed for the door while Jennifer pulled down the sheet. Jennifer leaned over me and slowly traced her tongue along the top of my cock as her left hand cupped my hairless balls and gently massaged them. In nothing flat, I was hard and she licked every part of my exposed groin, then went to work in earnest on sucking my pole. It was more than I could take, the feel of her tongue on that bare flesh which was twice as sensitive as usual, resulted in me quickly filling her mouth with my cum and she just kept on sucking. When I went soft, she stood and leaning over my face kissed me full on the mouth; I could taste my own juice on her lips as our tongues dipped back and forth in each others mouths.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jennifer then broke off the kissing and went to the door and Beth returned without her. Beth immediately reached for my hairless cock and balls and began working them while she kissed my face, neck, and mouth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ummm, I REALLY like the feel without all that hair,\" she purred into my ear, \"I think you should keep it that way...\" At this point my just used cock was coming back to life and she immediately moved downward. I closed my eyes as she closed her mouth over my shaft and I savored the great feeling as she worked me full length into her mouth and down her throat. When I looked down, I saw the most beautiful sight. Little Beth, with her mouth full of my cock, and her big blue eyes looking directly up my body at me as she sucked for all she was worth and moved up and down the shaft. In short order I came and she just kept on sucking and swallowing, until there was no more to get and I was starting to go soft. She then released me from her mouth and moved back up to kiss me on the lips. I stroked her buns as we kissed, but being tied to the bed, I couldn\'t do anything more.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Beth went back out and got Jennifer and we talked for a while, about how they were doing and I filled them in on my upcoming operation. They said they had to go, but that they would try to stop back before Monday, and definitely would be in to see me after the operation. I rested better that night than any other that week.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Friday, brought a stream of nurses and women technicians through the room, to perform one thing or another each of whom, managed to off handedly mention my MRI pictures and how they were, \"cute; interesting, unusual, etc.\" All I could do was turn red and try to ignore them.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Also on Friday, Head Nurse Jones arrived again with her troop of a dozen students and after checking me over decided that some hairs were starting to reappear and that I needed shaving again. This time, I was shaved by HER in front of the class and whereas Amy, Judy and Leslie had been gentle, Head Bitch Jones was very rough and basically treated me like a slab of meat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Saturday and Sunday I finally got some rest from the parade through my room, it seems that the nursing staff works 12 hour shifts on weekends and on my ward at least, very few students were on duty. The Day nurse was an older woman (mid-thirties) named Millie, with bright red hair cut short and a \"Motherly\" approach to her job and Bill the male nurse who had been on duty when I checked was the Night nurse. Millie explained that she and Bill worked 3, 12 hour days per week and got paid for 40 hours. She had small children and the schedule allowed her to be home more, yet still receive full pay and benefits. Bill, she said, was going to graduate school and the schedule allowed him to be free all week for classes, plus he got reduced tuition as a full-time staff member.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Saturday, the doctor\'s secretary brought a pile of papers for me to sign: Medical Power of Attorney, Living Will, Informed Consent Waiver, etc. By the way, if you haven\'t had surgery lately, the paperwork alone will scare the shit out of you. That Informed Consent form tells you about the 1-2% who never come out of anesthesia, the 1% who die on the table from heart failure, the approx. 1% who have permanent brain damage as a result of strokes resulting from blood clots passing into the blood stream, and a mathematics prognosis for your successful survival of the surgery. Or how about the 40/60 chance that you might end up paralyzed for life. The others have you designate who will make medical decisions for you while you are out and until/or if you don\'t recover. Whether, you want measures taken to prolong your life if you are brain dead or severely brain damaged, etc. Wonderful reading for the day before you are about to have major spinal surgery.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Up till then I had not been concerned about the implications of surgery, of course, the only surgery I had ever had was to have my tonsils removed when I was a kid. Now, I was worried. Late Saturday night I couldn\'t go to sleep, and was laying there re-reading those forms for the 50th time. That\'s when Bill came in on rounds...</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hey guy, what are you still doing up?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can\'t sleep, these forms...\" and I visibly trembled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bill picked up one of the forms and looked it over; \"Man their sense of timing sure sucks, doesn\'t it.\" he offered.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll be straight with you Bill, I wasn\'t worried until they brought this shit in today.... Now, now I\'m getting scared ...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hey man don\'t let that crap get too you, yeah it\'s true that around 1 out of a hundred don\'t wake up from the table, but that\'s based on the total number of operations. Hell, some of those were all but dead when they put them under and it also includes accident victims, and old farts and those so out of shape that their systems couldn\'t take the strain of the surgery. Your chances are more like 1 in 10,000 guy, you’re young and strong and don\'t have any problems other than that disk. Shit, I\'d bet those odds any day.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well why doesn\'t it say that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s legal bullshit to cover their asses man; if they don\'t give you the stats and something goes wrong, then you or your family can sue the shit out of them. Like I said, don\'t worry man, you\'ll do fine. Besides, you don\'t want to disappoint all those little student nurses who are lining up to put the make on you when you get back on your feet do you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What are you talking about?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You teach self-defense and martial arts at the rec. building don\'t you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yea, but not last term or this, due to my back...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Hell man, you are the talk of the whole School of Nursing. You, my man have been deemed a hunk, a prime marital candidate, AND winner of the all-time sexiest X-Ray/MRI contest. Once you are back on your feet, your classes will be filled with young pussy that already knows what you have and are after it; think THAT one over!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You mean?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I mean copies of a certain MRI are circulating all over the School of Nursing and through half the hospital female staff...Now give me that paperwork, and get to sleep, I\'ll check back in 30 minutes and if you are not asleep, I get my trusty little hypo and put you to sleep. Understood?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yep!\" and I handed the papers to him as he reached for the light switch. I apparently met his deadline since I don\'t remember getting any shot.</p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Epilogue</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the operation and recovered quickly. During my recovery, Beth and Jennifer both stopped over at my house about once per week each. Five weeks later when I returned to work full-time, I was called to my Department Chairman\'s office.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Jim how do you feel about teaching evening classes?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m not to big on them, they sure knock hell out of my social life,\" I replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, well I guess I\'ll have to call these people back and decline then...\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What do you mean?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well we got a couple of special requests for classes next quarter, one from the School of Nursing and the other from the School of Allied Medical Professions for Self Defense classes for their students; but ONLY if YOU could teach them. They even forwarded pre-registration forms for enough students to fill 5 classes, but two of them would have to be evening classes.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. G. handed me the paperwork and there before me were rosters for 5 classes of twenty students each (ALL WOMEN!!!) from the medical area. A quick glance at the lists, showed a lot of names that looked familiar and others I thought I recognized from my various treatments and procedures.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You say they specifically requested me to teach them?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No question about it; here look at the letter from the school of Nursing it has a request letter attached from the Student Nurses Association, it has you name in bold and underlined both! What the hell did you do while you were getting your back fixed?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just did what they told me,\" I replied, \"and tried to get back on my feet as quick as I could.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well when I called down there, the Dean told me she could keep your classes full for the next couple of years; you must have impressed someone down there.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All I can say sir, is that I will do the best I can. Tell them I will take the classes requested and any more they want in the future. I wouldn\'t want to disappoint my fans, as they say in the music business..</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,21,22,'en',0,'<p>I was in the hospital for observation and physical therapy for a muscle condition I have. My doctor decided to hospitalize me for tests and observation. As I also had 2 separate orthopedic injuries, I would have tests in the morning and physical therapy in the afternoon. I was in there a total of 25 days.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I got to know one nurse quite well. Her name was Darbie. Well, Nurse Darbie to you. She was a very commanding type of person, as most nurses are. She was my \"primary care nurse\" who coordinated all my activities at the hospital. She was the one who checked me in. She was the one who made sure my condition & vital signs, or vitals (temperature, pulse, respiration, and sometimes blood pressure, BP) were done and charted. All progress or lack of was duly noted. By the end of the first week we got to know each other so well, that when she came in on her day off to pick up her pay check and oversee some prescriptions she stopped in to visit. I was flattered. But I also thought it odd that a professional person would get that personally involved.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I got to know her and found that she had undergone a divorce a year ago and was still living alone, refusing to pick up the first man that came along for a roommate and bed partner.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lois, I want to be happy. Not desperate. I\'ve never lived alone before. It’s freedom. When I’m tired of it, Mr. Right will present himself.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That’s an uplifting philosophy\", I told her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then she went on to tell me that her sister who was younger than her by 15 years, and had lived with her for a couple of months had recently died in a car accident. She was only 23, just out of nursing school and she passed her RN licensure exam with flying colors. They worked together here for over a year. Everyone loved her. Darbie loved taking care of her, bringing her along in the profession. Having her for a roommate was wonderful after the divorce.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When she came back to work, first thing she did after report was come to my room and tell me what would transpire that day. She checked my vitals. Unfortunately, I needed regular enemas from spending so much time in bed with not enough exercise. And I had to have rectal temps done. It was embarrassing to have my Number One Fan seeing me like this, from an anal point of view!! He He. But I got over it. Sometimes I felt too sick to care about being embarrassed. She started giving me a back rub in the afternoon, between therapy and dinner, so I could rest up and feel like eating my meal. Then, if she happened to be near the hospital she would check in about 7 or 8 to see if I needed anything and look at my chart. She normally works 7-3 shift.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She told me, \"I was offered the position of head nurse, but I don’t want to be a manager for the hospital or a cost accountant for the patient’s insurance companies. I want to do patient care. That’s what I was trained to do. When my son is in college in 5 years, I\'ll be 43, maybe then I\'ll take them up on the promotion. But I doubt it. It pays more, but I really love making sure people get the care they come in here for.\" Or something like that, is how her story goes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>One night she looks at my chart and says, \"Oops the evening nurse hasn’t charted for you this shift. I\'ll check you myself and chart it.\" Coming back with an electronic rectal thermometer, she put a plastic sheath on the probe and gently turned me on my side.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Lets have you draw your knees towards your chest. OK, good.\" She put a dab of lube on my abused anus and inserted the probe. As it rested there, she noted my pulse and respiration rate. My temp was l/2 degree over. So she told the night nurse to make sure temps were done and charted on time, I might be heading for a bone infection. If not, I may be elevated from fatigue. It was also close to my period I told her, and that tends to raise a temp.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After 10 days I was doing pretty well. She turned me on my tummy one night and did a back rub. Then covered my back with a sheet, exposed my legs and rubbed them. Soon I was so drowsy, I didn’t need my sleeper (sleeping pill) She pushed up the gown and finished my massage by rubbing my buttocks exquisitely. She asked me if my temperature always elevated when my period was due. I told her it seemed like it, as I always feel too warm then.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I’m going to do an oriental massage move, called...... called, oh, I forget the term for it, but basically its an internal massage. Now take a few deep breaths and relax your bottom for me Lois. This will help you relax your back, and may diminish your need for enemas and laxatives. Its a problem people with MS have, even mild MS like you have. By the way, internal massage is highly recommended for pregnant women in the last month of pregnancy. Because their tummy is so big , they can’t bend forward to stretch the spine. So it feels more tired and achy. This is a way to prevent that problem. Some women like sodomy during this time, and at no other time ever again! <grin> A deep dark subject, but, true. A penis is the perfect fit. Much larger than a finger.....wider, longer, so......a more thorough job. But lots of women don’t care for this. Rather taboo. Can be painful! But not to a kind and experienced man. And also, a good old fashioned orgasm, vaginal or rectal, is good for tension in the muscles and back pain too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked over my shoulder at her to see if she was keeping a straight face. She was. I was feeling embarrassed and wondered if she was just telling me this cuz she thought I had a cute butt. Why she would want to \"molest\" me was foreign to me. I realized her recent loss of a husband and sister could have provoked it. But I put this aside feeling because ‘she\'s a professional nurse, let her do her job, I may feel better.’ Even my husband told me, \"Don’t try to second guess the nurse. She knows what to do. Be good for the nice nurse.\" <smile></p>\r\n\r\n<p>OK, so I said to myself, this reminds me of when we were kids and we would play doctor. They were always shoving something up my ass and handling me all the time. I chuckled inwardly and tried to relax for her.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She came back with KY lube, \"Never use Vaseline, its too sticky and you can have pain during penetration. Plus it’s just down right messy to clean up.<grin> Am I being too frank with you? If so I’m sorry. You don’t have to have this procedure if you don’t feel OK with it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, go ahead and do what I need to have done. I’m in here for therapy. I want to get well. I hope to be better off when I leave.\", I confided to Nurse Darbie. Not to mention the fact that I hadn’t had intercourse with my husband in a month. I felt quite horny. I just hoped I could disguise an orgasm if need be!! No need in further embarrassing myself. As I recalled I had seen this maneuver in a massage book my roommate had when I was single. I couldn’t believe it then. I guess I did now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She clipped her finger nail so as not to hurt my tender bottom. Washed her hands. Lubed me up. Her finger circled my dark anal ring and when it relaxed, she penetrated me. And began a slow thorough massage and touching of every square millimeter of my rectal passage. I was wondering how deep she would go, then I saw that her fingers were small, about the same size as mine. I soon found it a somewhat titillating.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Some people, particularly males, find this will lead them to orgasm. So if you get to that point, let me know if you need a little rest break. For whatever reason.\" Kindly spoken as always.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I felt my low back relax and pain dissolved. I wondered how far she would go. (\"Act decent!\" I scolded myself.) I began to sweat a little. My forehead was dotted with it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Are you OK? Tell me if I’m hurting you Dear. I don’t note any fissures or hemorrhoids. No bleeding. You seem to be doing just fine. Ahhh..... that’s my girl. You’re getting drowsy. <professional grin> I want you to act on that feeling of sleepiness and relax as never before. I don’t think you’ll need a sleeper tonight.....\" And her soft, yet firmly disciplined voice trailed off. She said this in the most encouraging of nurse speak..</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She started me out on my tummy over a pillow, then turned me on my side in the temperature taking position. I asked if I could put my knees down a bit, so I could breathe easier. She said OK.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>At times she massaged my low back and buttocks with her free hand. In the end, I relaxed and drifted off to sleep before she finished me. I didn’t wake till the 7 AM rounds and breakfast trays.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next morning, I speculated further on her interest. Thinking that perhaps I reminded her of her dearly departed sister and that was why she was so protective and interested in me. After her shift she visited me again about 8 p.m. that night after dinner. After she left I felt the exhaustion from another day of physical therapy. I had some bone inflammations the doctor was keeping an eye on. So they watched my temperature, for if it went up, that was a sign my infection was back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>After I had been in the hospital 18 days, my surgeon and Nurse Darbie noted that I had made excellent gains in my health status. My chart\'s progress notes formed the basis of this opinion. I was so happy. Perhaps I could slow my deteriorating health.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was early in the day, I had just had some kind of lab test. Darbie hugged me good morning and hit me with, \"Roll over\". She examined me and asked how I felt.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You\'ll be going home soon. I\'ll miss you! But I\'ll be calling you at home for follow up info on how you’re doing. \"<grin> Her hair was just like Barbra Streisand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I may even make a visit if necessary for assessment of your needs and for treatments,\" her brown eyes twinkled. Gosh, she didn’t usually use that red lipstick in the wards, but it certainly looked good on her full mouth. Did she look more like Barbra Streisand or my ‘big sister’ Lainey? Her curvaceous bust barely stayed beneath that uniform. The attractive cleavage showed when she leaned forward with her stethoscope . Occasionally I had chest pain.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Her demeanor, and even her face reminded me a little of Streisand. I have all her albums. God I love that voice! I sing and I’ve won several Karaoke contests at the local pub and county fairs. That is, when my vocal cords aren’t strained. Then they hurt too much to sing. Swallowing something bulky like a crusty piece of bread sometimes makes that feel better, or a muscle relaxant. Its the MS...... I’ve had it since I was 23, I came down with a fever and was in bed a week. Afterward, I was never the same, weak and tired all the time. My emotional health was frail too, I was either manic and hyper, or tired and depressed and felt like jumping off a bridge. My eyes burned with fatigue . But somehow I taught myself how to keep working at my job, to push and persevere. To save steps. How to work faster & smarter. My doctor gave me some mood elevators and I began to put an end to a lot of the pain and fatigue and emotional problems. Well so much for disease descriptions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I worked as a nurse for awhile in a general hospital, and later in a convalescent hospital, and had cared for patients with MS. My star patient, Ethel Moss used to call my name as she said it rolled so easily off her tongue. So, without lots of expensive MRI\'s etc, I figured out what my Dx (diagnosis) was long before my doctors did. I had so many doctors. When I married and had my kids I never returned to full time work. I did volunteering for the Cancer Society and MS fund raisers, working part time (paid) for friends who had family businesses, plus babysitting , a weekly ladies group, etc. I pieced together my life all over again as I started raising my children.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Any low back pain today or bowel problems?\" Darbie\'s eyebrows elevated.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, both.\" I replied, baiting her to see what she would do with it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>In she came with a tray of lube, exam gloves, anesthetic ointment for my anus afterwards, etc, etc.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Turn back on your side Darling.\" She nearly whispered, but encouragingly.!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Darling?\", I thought. Hmmmmmmm. Sounds like she took the bait.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She circled my anus again as before. Then slowly penetrated me. This time she worked as though desperate to achieve some sort of result.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Remember if you feel discomfort, such as pain, or even <voice lowered>, like you might be approaching an orgasm, let me know and I\'ll stop if you wish.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I thought, \"Not today Honey, I’m getting that BIG O. I earned it, I need it, I want it, I’m gonna have it. Today, right here and now, any way I can, with you or without you. I’m gonna have a muscle spasm in a place that will feel good!\"<grin></p>\r\n\r\n<p>She worked hard at it, instead of relaxing though, I did the opposite, heightening of sexual awareness and straining backwards against her ramroding finger. Today I believe she used a finger cot or latex glove, as there was a lot more friction. My mouth was salivating and my pussy was lubricating. I felt impending orgasm. But couldn’t quite get there. I got on all fours and fucked her finger as she stood beside and behind me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"You’re doing well, enjoying this aren’t you?\" She whispered in my ear. She pulled the curtains more secure around my bed in my private room and locked the door.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Roll over on your tummy so I have better access for your therapy.<serious look></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did as I was told. She started to stimulate me and then she pulled out of my butt and gave me another directive.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Put your hand under yourself, right where your panties would go.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Done.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Put your hand down over your pubis. And put your fingers inside your labia, your pussy lips. Do you understand?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Like this?\" I asked, not understanding at first.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Put your fingers on your clit like you do at home and play with yourself, make yourself feel good.\" She guided authoritatively. Debauchery in the making.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Here?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now?\" I said in disbelief.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes now. Right here and right now. Go ahead. You have my permission. You need release. Make yourself feel good. It’s a medical necessity.\" She instructed quite seriously and pompously.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then it dawned on me, I needn’t act so innocently. I may as well drop all pretense and go along with her. When would I ever get a situation like this again to see how far she would go? After all I was leaving in a few days. Finally.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then I began swishing my clit button between my index and my ‘fuck you’ finger. My other hand pinched my left nipple. She noted that and smiled dotingly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Come on, you can do better than that, make yourself come. Can you?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I need help. My hands are getting tired and starting to hurt.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She took her bare finger and inserted it in my already slick rectum, twisting turning plunging like a piston gone mad. GOD DAMN. I hadn’t felt this good in months. I was feeling no pain.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was excited, my hormones were high (close to my period), and the woman was sexually stimulating me with a medical procedure. Lucky me. She was a turn on. In more ways than one.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>All of a sudden I moaned and cried out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"AAAAAH AAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Stop, I’m cuming!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Come on little girl. You’re doing such a good job. I’m pleased.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My eyes brimmed with tears and I cried and shook at the same time, she turned me on my back and took me in her strong RN arms for a hug.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Tonight when your husband comes to see you, I’m going to lock you two in here for half an hour. I believe good old fashioned marital therapy would do you good!\" </p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,22,23,'en',0,'<p>I still remember it like it was yesterday. I had applied to go to college, and one item marked on the college\'s response was \"required physical exam.\" I didn\'t really know what that meant (I was soo naive!), so I asked my Mom about it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why Amy,\" she said, \"it means you will have to go to the doctor and have him check you over.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>On further inspection, I saw that a specific doctor\'s name was listed on the exam - the college\'s physician. I called the office and set up the appointment. My girl friends all told me \"He\'ll examine between your legs!\" Every time they said that, I turned bright pink. I was terrifically embarrassed at the idea, and I certainly did not want ANY strange man looking at me down there.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I voiced my concerns to my Mom, who reassured me, saying, \"Don\'t worry, Amy. The doctor is a professional, and he won\'t do any more than he has to see that you\'re in good health.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Mom is an optimist,\" I thought to myself. I knew how the boys at school talked. They were always whispering about the girls they thought were pretty, and they talked a lot about \"snatch,\" and \"pussy,\" leaving no doubt about what they meant. I noticed the boys looking at the girls as the girls bent over - some of the girls wore REALLY short skirts so that the boys could see their rears when they leaned over, and those girls liked to know that the boys watched them that way. I always wore \"nice\" clothes. I liked to have boys look at me (what girl doesn\'t), but I was always embarrassed when I caught one of them looking up my dress.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was a long time ago, but the most popular thing that year was flared skirts and button blouses - with stockings and garterbelts. I often wondered why the boys liked to look at us the way they did - I knew WHY, of course - they were boys, we were girls, and they wanted us; but I could never see that much attractive about a girl. I saw them all the time in gym, naked, running through the gym - and I knew that the boys would have done nearly anything to see us that way; but I couldn\'t understand what they saw that was so interesting. I was soon to learn what boys liked in a way that I never thought possible.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>As the day approached, I got more and more apprehensive, but I \"buried\" it, just choosing to think about something else. The exam was to take place on the college campus (it was about 75 miles away), so I bought a bus ticket for the commuter bus that went between our town and the college\'s.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had been briefed over the phone by the school nurse, a Miss Adlequist - she told me, \"Amy, you\'ll really like the doctor, he\'s very nice; and since you\'re coming so far, we\'ll arrange for you to stay here overnight, and you can be on your way in the morning. It was my first time away. It was also pretty traumatic, thinking about that doctor poking around all over me, but I really wanted to go to that school... \"Besides,\" I thought, \"it\'ll probably be fun. I get to play college girl for a day (my bus didn\'t leave until the following afternoon), watch the boys, and so on.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The day finally arrived. I got up, made my bed (Mom made us do that), brushed my teeth, brushed my hair (noting with pleasure that it was getting longer - that was my ambition when I was a youngster - long blonde hair, in a ponytail. The boys always watched \"those\" girls, and I thought I would get their attention by imitating them).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was time for me to go to the bus station. Mom drove me in our old station wagon, let me off at the station (things were safer in those days), and drove off. I was overwhelmed by the aloneness of all of this, and a bit hurt that Mom had not even offered to take me. But I determined to take it all in stride, and got on the bus, showing my ticket, purchased two days earlier, with my own money.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The ride took forever. We must have stopped at every town in the WORLD! Finally, the bus pulled up to the college, and about a half-dozen of us got out. I was the only girl. The rest were boys, planning to try out for various sports. I had stayed to myself, not wanting to tell the boys what was going to happen to me (little did I know!), so I had nobody to talk to the whole way.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I went to the building Nurse Adlequist had designated, and entered. A sign on the door said \"Free College Clinic.\" The receptionist was a striking brunette, about 21 or so. Her nametag said, \"Velva Softitz, RN (Trainee).\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>She smiled at me (I thought, \"What\'s that smile mean?\") in a knowing way, and handed me a clipboard with a couple of sheets of paper on it. The sheets of paper were a medical questionnaire. \"You\'ll need to fill these out, Amy,\" she said. \"The doctor has your chart, but we need some additional information for the tests we need to do.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"TESTS?\" I thought. \"WHAT tests???!!\" I was truly spooked by this revelation, and almost walked back through the door and called Mom. But I did so want to go to that college. As if sensing my discomfort, the receptionist said, \"They\'re routine. Not to worry.\" I sat down and began to fill in the blanks. I must have written for about 15 minutes. I had just finished when the receptionist entered the room and called my name - a formality, because I was the only person in the waiting room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The first stop was the scale (I hate that!) - 140 # (height, 5\' 6\") - then the exam room. It was like all the doctor\'s offices I had been in as a child - except for the exam table, which had an ominous-looking pair of posts rising from one end, to which were attached a couple of footrests. I had heard the other girls talk about \"pelvic exams,\" and \"putting your feet in the stirrups.\" Now I understood - or thought I did. The receptionist handed me off to the Nurse, Mrs. Adlequist, who was a chubby redhead about 35 - very professional, all business, but with a nice manner.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now, Amy,\" she said, Doctor wants me to explain the details of what you\'re here for while I take your vital signs and blood pressure.\" She continued, \"the point of this exam is to determine two things: first, that you\'re healthy enough to handle the difficulties of college, and then to see if there\'s anything major that we need to know about while you\'re here. Doctor will examine all of your major systems - lungs, cardiovascular, muscular, glands, digestive, and reproductive (I shuddered at the word \"reproductive\" - I knew what THAT meant), and so forth. We\'ll take a blood sample, a urine specimen, and then that\'s it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could tell there was something she wasn\'t saying - she was looking at me very strangely, as if to gauge my reactions. But I passed it off as the fears of an overworked teenage girl\'s mind. She was done with the blood pressure, and gave me the cup and asked me to go pee. I took the cup from her, and went to the bathroom. I closed the door. I dropped my panties, sat down, and reached under myself with the cup and began to pee.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Only then did I look up. Hanging on a hook on the door was the biggest enema bag I had ever seen. I almost choked, nearly dropped the cup, and peed all over my hand. I had received an enema or two from Mom. The feelings were unpleasant, strange, and stimulating. I knew such things were \"medical,\" but that was the LAST thing I expected to see in the bathroom! I couldn\'t help but look at it. It was red, open at the top, smelled of rubber, and had a long black rubber hose with a clamp near the end. Attached to the black rubber hose was a shorter hose, about 3 feet long, that was as thick as my thumb, and had a hole in the end and on the side near the end.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It looked new, but the bag had recently been used. The bag was wet (apparently had been washed), and little water drops had formed on the bottom, as if it had been dried in haste. I couldn\'t help but remember the enemas Mom gave me - the little white nozzle sliding into my butt (how would that great big hose feel?? how far would it go in?), the pressure of the water, my moans (and sometimes sobs)as my belly filled, the cramping, and how it hurt at the end, and how the bag never seemed like it would empty (God, that bag on the door was big!), Mom telling me that I had to take it all: everything came back to me in a rush, even though it had been at least four years since she had given me an enema.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>All this took less than thirty seconds to think and experience - and the old feelings of stimulation, strangeness, and desire took over. However, I had to get out to the exam room to finish up. I shuddered. I was already frightened, stimulated, almost weak in the knees. And, I noticed, as I wiped myself, I was also \"wet.\" The last time Mom had used the enema bag on me, I had gotten that way - my \"organs\" had gotten all slick and gooey during and after the enema, and for days after, whenever I thought about it. I didn\'t think Mom had noticed, and she had never said anything, but I certainly noticed. It felt sort of good, but it was embarrassing - like I was in my period, but the fluid was clear. I wiped it off when it happened, and that felt good, too, but I was NOT about to masturbate (good Catholic girls don\'t), even though I wanted to.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I re-entered the room, and found the doctor standing there. He was an older man, large. He wore a smile like it was part of him, and reached out for my hand as I entered the room. Not the most propitious time for a meeting. My right hand held the \"pee cup,\" and I realized I hadn\'t washed. I immediately blushed, and he smiled even more, and said, \"That\'s all right, Amy. A urine fetish is one thing I DON\'T have.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I could tell he knew what I was thinking: \"I can\'t shake hands with this doctor with piss on my hand!\" He patted me on the shoulder, and led me to the exam table, pulling out a \"step\" so I could get up easier. I sat on the edge of the table, and he looked in my ears, in my mouth, palpated the glands in my neck, looked in my eyes, wrote. He talked as he wrote, discussing my plans (accounting or technical writing), talking about the college (wonderful place!!). He had me unbutton my blouse, and listened to my heart (from the front), and my lungs (from the back). I was getting relieved. This wasn\'t too bad!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then he said: \"Amy, you\'ll find a hospital gown behind the screen over there (gesturing to his right); I want you to disrobe completely, and put that on. I\'ll be back in just a few minutes to complete my examination.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I swallowed, my Adam\'s apple as big as a baseball in my throat, and whispered, \"OK.\" The doctor went out. I concentrated on the floor as I removed my bra (all the girls thought I had nice breasts, I thought, looking down at myself). My nipples stuck out. It was cold in the room. I put the hospital gown on, and then I unzipped my skirt, removed my garterbelt, stockings, panties (I removed that last item with a real twinge of apprehension).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I removed my clothes, I found myself idly listening to the sounds coming through the ventilator. I could hear faint sounds coming through the ventilation system. They sounded like...like ..whimpering! I strained, putting my ear up to the ventilator. I heard, \"Oh, doctor, please!! It\'s too much!! OoooOOHH!! AAaahaahhhHH! OMIGOD!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then, (the doctor\'s voice) \"It\'ll be OK, Pammy. This is well within your capacity. Just try to relax. Here, let me stop the flow for a sec.\" (silence, then gasps) \"All right, Pammy, let\'s finish up. I\'ll elevate the bag a little so it flows in quicker. That way it won\'t be as long till we\'re done - and when we\'re done, you can get up right away. You don\'t have to hold it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Silence for a moment. Then whimpering and whining: \"Doctor, pleeeaaasssee! I just can\'t take anymore!\" Then OOOooooHHHAAAaahhh!! OH! GOD!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s right, Pammy, almost done now.\" The next sounds I heard were not really sounds of pain, but grunts and moans, rhythmic in nature. I know now that they were \"sex sounds.\" Even then, I instinctively knew that \"Pammy\" was not altogether hurting - some of the sounds I was hearing were pleasure-sounds. These sounds, and all the others, drained away gradually. I sat down on the chair behind the screen, my face flaming, breathing in gasps, clenching my hands. My underarms were drenched. What if the doctor found I was constipated? (I often was, a fact I carefully hid from Mom - and this particular day was one of my worst in ages) What would he do?? I could feel the wetness spreading between my lower lips, threatening the chair underneath. I stood up. It wouldn\'t do to have a wet spot on the doctor\'s chair, I thought to myself. I completed getting ready for the doctor, fluffed my hair, shook my ponytail, and stepped out from behind the screen with a shudder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stepped over to the exam table, shaking my ponytail nervously from side to side. Nobody was in the room. I sat down on the table, feeling the paper they used to protect the surface of the exam table on my bare bottom. I shuddered. A tear escaped from the corner of my eye, as I thought what might be next for me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. Ben strode into the room, smiling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"And how are you now, Amy??\" He asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I choked out: \"O-okay.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, young lady, time for the rest of your exam. Lie down on your back, legs together.\" He helped me up on the table, and then stood at my head. \"Put your arms over your head, Amy,\" he said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I did so he began to feel the glands under my arms and down the sides of my breasts, palpating to see if there was any swelling. \"All right, put your arms at your sides, Amy,\" he said, and as I did so, he lowered the gown so that he could see my breasts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I watched him peering at me (\"I wouldn\'t even let Sammy Boyle look at me like that!\" I thought, randomly); he felt my left breast all around the outside; then the gland on the inside; then the nipple. Next he did the right breast. I was unaccountably getting wet. I hoped he would start his pelvic exam with plenty of lubricant - I was certainly producing enough!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, Amy, I see that Nurse didn\'t take your temperature,\" Dr. Ben said, stepping over to the counter beside the exam table and removing a thermometer. Then he bent down and picked up a jar of...VASELINE! I thought, \"OH. MY. GOD. This Doctor is going to take my temperature in my bottom.\" I was mortified.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Bottoms up, Amy,\" the Doctor intoned, helping me turn over on my belly and lifting at my hips to show me what he wanted. I have to tell you, I was too embarrassed to even speak - besides, it was all happening so fast I didn\'t have time to protest. I stuck my bottom in the air (and saw Dr. Ben\'s satisfied smile). I watched in horror as he twirled the thermometer in the Vaseline, put it against my poor bottom hole, and pushed. It went in. Easily. \"AAAaagghh!\" I gasped, unable to stop myself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The thermometer kept going in. It was cold. I could feel it poking into the \"stuff\" inside me - the fecal matter, which Dr. Ben would certainly see when he removed the thermometer. He held the thermometer in me with one hand, which he rested on my vaginal opening, touching me casually (but not so casually, actually), occasionally twirling the thermometer in me. I laid there choking with embarrassment and lust, exposed to this man who now had laid all my secrets bare (or so I thought), bottom skyward, nearly dripping wet with excitement. He left the thermometer in a long time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was embarrassed. Stimulated. Wet. Scared (what could be next?). \"All right, Amy, that\'s enough time with that thermometer in you - Oh oh! What\'s this on the thermometer? He held the thermometer down to my face (remember, I was still in the \"bottoms up\" position). It was covered with fecal matter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"We\'ll have to do something about this, Amy. I can\'t let you go home like this. We would be responsible if we sent you home constipated like this.\" I almost started to cry with the humiliation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But let\'s finish the exam before we treat you for the constipation. Turn over on your back, and put your feet in the stirrups.\" I complied. By this time, I was so utterly humiliated and cowed that I could do nothing else. I felt Dr. Ben\'s hands on my pubic area, moving up my belly, palpating the organs inside. \"All right, Amy, scoot down to the foot of the table. Set your bottom juusst at the end of the exam table. That\'s right (I scooted down). Now let\'s adjust these stirrups\" (farther apart, further in, so that my thighs were held wide, and my knees almost on my chest. I was totally exposed - even more than just a moment ago - at least then, my knees had been relatively close together. Now my legs were spread, my knees were on my chest.).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ok, Amy, that\'s fine now.\" I felt him down there - could see him between my thighs. \"Look up, Amy!\" There was a mirror above me, and a mirror behind me, angled so that when I looked up, I could see Dr. Ben sitting on that stool of his, between my naked legs, staring at my sex organs. I knew that if I kept looking, I could watch the whole examination. I wanted to stop looking. But I couldn\'t. I saw him take something from a drawer, and then put it on a shelf. He removed something else, a tube. Then a pair of gloves. He put the gloves on. Then he squeezed some clear jelly-stuff from the tube on to his fingers. I watched in fascinated horror as his fingers first separated my lower lips, then began slowly to enter my most secret place.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"UUuunnggghhh!!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just relax, Amy! You\'ll feel a little pressure down here, and then I\'ll be done.\" His fingers felt like they were a foot long. They went in and in and in and in. Then he put his other hand on my belly and poked up inside of me as he pushed down on my belly. It felt good. I didn\'t dare react. His hand withdrew, and he picked up the instrument he had removed from the drawer. It also slid into me. It was much larger than his fingers, and when it was in, he squeezed it and it opened inside me. I felt myself stretch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOooohhh!\" I whined.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He patted my thigh. \"Just a minute more, Amy.\" He looked at me inside. Then, with the instrument still in place, he separated my lips and began to touch me just above my vaginal opening. I shuddered and moaned. It felt wonderful. But I was too embarrassed to like it. \"That\'s your clitoris, Amy. Can you feel that?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I managed to choke out a \"Yes.\" he rubbed it for a moment or two more (don\'t stop!), then closed the instrument and withdrew it. It felt like he had shoved a grapefruit up inside me. I was really stretched out down there. Suddenly I felt another invasion - two fingers, at my bottomhole, invading me down there, sliding in (soo big, soo slick!).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOaaahhhHHHSSSSsss!!\" I gasped, involuntarily lifting my hips up to try to move away from his probing fingers. It didn\'t work. The fingers continued to enter me back there.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Amy, you\'re constipated worse than I thought!! (his fingers began to move in and out, stroking my bottomhole). You need an enema!!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, Doctor, NO! I can take care of that myself!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, Amy, I have to treat you! I can\'t send you home like this. As full as you are, it may take several enemas to get you cleaned out!\" Two tears oozed out of my eyes. I was humiliated, scared, full of fear and longing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the cries I had heard through the ventilator. \"Please, Doctor, I really don\'t want one!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"One what, Amy?\" Dr. Ben asked, pretending innocence.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"An enema, Doctor, I don\'t want an enema!!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, Amy, there are going to be times you get what you want in life, and times you get what you don\'t want. This is one of the times you will get what you don\'t want, because I\'m the Doctor, and you need an enema.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sobbed. \"O Please, No!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sorry, Amy. You have to have an enema, and I\'m going to give you an enema.\" He kept saying that word. I hated to hear it, but wanted to hear it. I wanted this, and feared it. I hated the thought, and longed to have this strong man give me the enema he had promised. I was full of confusion. I was sweating. Weeping. Wet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p> <br />\r\n\"Nurse Adlequist!\" Doctor called, through the intercom.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, Doctor?\" came the reply.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Prepare 240 cc\'s of olive oil in a plunger syringe and bring it here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, Doctor!\" In a few moments the nurse appeared, holding an obscenely large hypodermic syringe that ended, not with a needle, but with a short rubber tube about a foot long and an inch in diameter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Over my knee, Amy! Doctor said, placing a towel on his slacks, and motioning to me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I blushed again, furiously. \"OH, Doctor! Please, just this once, you don\'t have to treat me!! I won\'t tell anybody.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Amy, one last chance. If you\'re not down off that table by the count of three, I\'ll have Nurse prepare another syringe, and we\'ll put both of them inside you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I knew I couldn\'t fight him, and all I would gain by objecting any more is another enema, so I got down (besides, I secretly *wanted* this, even though it humiliated me, and I hated it.) off the table and lowered myself on to his lap. I could feel the roughness of the towel on my belly. His legs were muscular, not bony, so I didn\'t feel too squashed, but face-down over a man\'s knee is certainly an ignominious position, especially if your butt\'s bare. I felt his thumb and forefinger separate my cheeks. I could tell he was looking at me, because he also separated me lower - to reveal my vaginal opening (hadn\'t he seen enough?). I felt the nozzle pressing against my anus. (God! It was BIG!) Wet (Oil?). Sliding in. Invading my bottom. Thicker than his two fingers. Looonng. The tube on the end was semi-rigid, and as he pushed I could feel it pushing the fecal matter deeper into me, and actually penetrating the feces inside of me. He kept pushing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"UUUnnnggghhhh!\" I groaned.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just a little deeper, Amy; I have to get it in far enough to break up the mass of feces in you.\" he kept pushing. Finally he stopped. Then I could feel him reach up to grasp the plunger. He pushed. The warm oil flowed in. PRESSURE!!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOOAAHHHHaaaaAAAHHH!\" I groaned, winding up as he pressed the plunger home, filling my bowels with hot olive oil. Nurse Adlequist had been standing there the whole time, a curious smile on her face.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Doctor looked up at her. \"Didn\'t you have something to do, Nurse?? Or would you like your turn next?\" The nurse left. I was left alone with the doctor, a huge nozzle stuck up my backside, my bottom full of oil. He gradually withdrew the tube, squeezing my buttcheeks together as he did so. The tube was covered with feces, and stank. He laid it aside.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now for 15 minutes of relaxation, Amy,\" he said. \"You have to hold this enema for a while. Then you can expel, and we\'ll continue with your treatment (CONTINUE!!!???).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dr. Ben began to massage my belly and my bottom. The oil gurgled inside me, moving around. I wasn\'t too full (not like Mom\'s enemas!).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Your next enema will be with warm water and soap, Amy!\" he said. \"Did you see the bag in the bathroom?? (tormenting me); it holds a lot. I\'ll insert the nozzle all the way in, and then fill you fuller than you can believe. How\'s that??\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Pleeeassseeee, Doctor!\" I sobbed, \"Pleaassseee Dooon\'tt!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Sorry, Amy, but you need a thorough cleansing, and you\'re going to get it.\" I moaned and wept, but I didn\'t struggle. It was pointless. In just a few minutes I would be LIVING the cries and begging I had heard through the ventilator. I had begged and pled, but to no avail. I had struggled, but it didn\'t help. My only hope was that he would stop with one enema. I had heard that some doctors gave enemas in series. What if Doctor Ben did that to me?? What then??</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally I was given permission to get up. I ran for the toilet. The fecal matter/oil/gas came spraying out of my bottom. Some of the feces were hard, almost like uncooked beans. Those came out first. Then (as I continued to empty), partially formed feces came out, and finally liquid and gas.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I actually felt much better (though Dr. Ben would never know), and I sat there on the toilet for another 15 minutes, or so. At last I got up, after wiping myself as clean as I could. I was upset to the max when I heard the water running again, but I knew I had to face this, so I left the bathroom with a little shiver. I left the bathroom to find the exam table laid out with the stirrups back in place, and a vertical bar rising about 4 feet from the top of the table, with a hook on the end. It looked ominous - like a device from which to hang an enema bag(!!)</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shuddered with dread as Dr. told me: \"Up on the table, Amy, and put your feet in the stirrups and scoot down to the end. You know the routine.\" The stirrups were set so that my knees almost touched my chest, and my thighs were spread wide. Dr. came in holding the bag. It looked even bigger full than empty. \"This is a 4-quart bag, Amy!\" Dr. Ben announced proudly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shivered. Mom had never given me even half that much. Connected to the bag was a black rubber hose, about 1/2\" in diameter, and attached to that (by way of a hard plastic connector) was a long tube that was about 3/4\" in diameter at the top, but which tapered to about the thickness of my index finger at the end. Water was dripping from it. I didn\'t want to look, but couldn\'t stop myself, as Dr. hung the bag from the hook, unrolled the tubing, and began to coat it with that slimy stuff he used as lubricant (K-Y, it\'s called). In just a moment he had inserted his two fingers in my bottom, lubricating me as I laid there helpless. Then he began to insert the tube into me (a \"colon tube\" he called it).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As the tube found its way into my bottom about 6\", he opened the clamp and the water began to flow into me. It was warm. It felt good, but it also felt like I could never take all of it. The tube continued to snake up inside me, Dr. Ben adjusting the flow every so often to that the water was just barely flowing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOOoooohhhh!!! OooWWWWwww!!\" I whimpered, as the tube entered me deeper and deeper, the water continuing to flow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just relax, Amy,\" Dr. Ben intoned. \"This is a large enema, I know, but you\'ll do fine, and you will feel MUCH better once we\'re done.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, Please, Dr. Ben, don\'t! I-I-It\'s too much!! I\'m already full! I can\'t take any more!\" I was almost screaming by this time, sobbing and whimpering as the water continued to flow, filling me, never stopping, pushing everything out of its way, the tube continuing to go ever deeper into me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally the tube was in. Dr. Ben stopped pushing it in. But the water didn\'t stop.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was gagging and gasping with the pressure. \"OOOOoooooHHHHhhhh, Please, Dr. Ben!! Stop!! Please Stop!\" I wailed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, Dr. Ben inserted two fingers in my vagina, and began to massage me in there, rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. \"There, there, Amy, this will make you feel better!\" he announced.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now I was not only getting an enema from a man, he was also touching me in such an overtly sexual way that I couldn\'t help but understand that this was indeed intended as a sexual experience. I shuddered. The pain and pressure were incredible. But it also felt good. As Dr. Ben rubbed and massaged me, it actually began to feel almost entirely good. I now understood the wails of anguish that I had heard through the ventilator - the wails that fell off into grunts of pleasure and rhythmic gasps. The pressure and warmth of the enema in my bowels, the invasion of my anus/rectum/colon with the long tube, the massage of my genitals - it was all incredibly sexual, and even though the pain was there, it lessened dramatically as he continued to masturbate me with his large, strong hands. I could do nothing but let him. I could do nothing but yield.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so I yielded to him - and to orgasm after orgasm as the last of the enema flowed into me. Dr. Ben helped me up, and I ran for the bathroom. I expelled (forever, it seemed).</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally I was done. Dr. Ben watched me as I came out of the bathroom. \"Amy, you\'ll need weekly treatments here at the college,\" he said. I nodded, transformed from shame to desire.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, Dr. Ben. I certainly will.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I received two degrees from that college, and I took a long time to get them. My mother could never understand why I took ten years to get 6 years worth of education. But then I never told her about Dr. Ben.</p>\r\n','','basic_html'),('page',0,23,24,'en',0,'<h2>Chapter 1</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>It had been an awful day. First the math test (which I failed), then the worst stomachache I\'d had in years, then a really sick feeling that made me miss the rest of my day at school. So here I was, sitting in the nurse\'s office, hoping she would give me something for my stomachache and my sick feeling.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I filled out the form, and went into the office where the nurse was seated behind her desk. She was a woman of about 60, gray-haired, very friendly, but also very efficient. She read my litany</p>\r\n\r\n<p>of complaints, and looked up at me. \"Kelli, I think I want you to go home, and I\'ll call the Doctor and see what he says. He has a nurse who can visit you and help you feel better. I\'m not really equipped for what you need right here.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was a puzzling statement, but I accepted it, and walked home to the little apartment I had next to the college. I had barely opened the door and brought my books in (Oooooh, I felt sick!) when the phone rang. It was the Doctor\'s receptionist (the doctor at our school is very good about getting back to us girls when we are not feeling well.): \"I\'m glad you\'re there, Kelli! I\'ll have the Nurse come right over. The Doctor wants you treated for that stomachache immediately.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sighed. I didn\'t really want to have anyone come over--but I replied, \"OK, I\'ll be ready.\" I was tired, I wanted to lie down, and just relax. I put on my bathrobe and a comfortable long T-shirt, and I was sitting on the couch, waiting (a bit apprehensive, too; the Doctor wanted me \"treated right away.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shivered, but then relaxed as I put my feet up - and then the doorbell rang, twice. I opened the door, and before me stood a large older man (about 50), holding a black medical bag and a suitcase. \"Hi, I\'m the visiting nurse!\" he said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I expected a woman,\" I replied, even more apprehensive.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, I\'m sorry. The Doctor just hired me, and you are actually the first to find out that I\'m the new nurse. Sally Harris quit just yesterday, and the Doctor hired me in her place. But not to worry. I\'ve worked at half-a-dozen girls\' schools, and we always get on just fine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I reluctantly admitted him into my home, shuddering just a bit at the possibilities his presence might mean. He pointed toward the couch, and pulled a chair from the dining room table into the living room.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>We sat. \"All right. May I call you Kelli?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Everyone does,\" I said.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, Kelli, why don\'t you just go back over your symptoms and tell me when they started. You can call me Ben, by the way.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Ummm, I guess I\'ve had this pain below my stomach for about two days. It started after me and some girlfriends partied over the weekend. I ate pizza, hamburgers, and then pancakes at breakfast the next morning. By the middle of the day I didn\'t feel good at all, and today I hurt and I feel sick.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ben reached out and took my hand, and turned it over, looking at my wrist. Then he felt my forehead. \"You don\'t seem to have a fever,\" he said. \"Is there anything else you can tell me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I blushed. \"I haven\'t gone to the bathroom since before the weekend,\" I mumbled.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"MMMmmm,\" he grunted. \"Anything else?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, I guess that\'s about all, except today I feel a little nauseated, too.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK,\" he said. \"I\'m pretty sure I know what\'s wrong, and I can fix it completely for you. First, though, I have to do a brief exam. If you will lie down on the couch on your back, we can get started.\" Ben reached into his medical bag and brought out a pair of latex gloves and began to slip them on. I laid back, panicked at the thought of this man touching me, but I knew I had to do it. He separated my robe and lifted my T-shirt, exposing my belly. He lowered my panties a bit (scaring me almost speechless), and left them on my hips, just above my pubic hair. He began to feel my tummy, pushing down on me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Tell me where it hurts,\" he said. I pointed to a general area around my left side, and he felt down that side, humming a tune as he touched my bare skin with his gloves, feeling now and then for the organs inside. \"Well, I know almost for certain what\'s wrong, Kelli, but there\'s one more thing,\" Ben said, reaching once again into his medical bag. He came out with a thermometer, and a jar of Vaseline.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Come put your bottom over my lap, Kelli, and I\'ll make sure you haven\'t got any fever. I can\'t treat you if you have an appendicitis, and the temp will tell me.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m sorry to say, I lost it. Here was this perfect stranger expecting to take my temperature rectally, acting like I had no choice. I yelled: \"You can take that damn thermometer and stick it up your own ass, MR. NURSE!!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He grabbed my arm and threw me over his knee. \"Young Lady, I\'ll have no disobedience from you!\" As I struggled, he lifted my bathrobe and yanked my panties down, exposing my bare bottom. I thought he intended to forcibly insert that thermometer in my behind, and I fought. He did not - not yet. Instead he reached into his medical bag and withdrew a hickory switch. \"I\'m going to teach you not to fight or disobey, young lady!\" Ben said, in a quiet but very firm voice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I struggled, he began to use the switch on my bare behind. \"OoooHHHhhh!!! God!!! That hurts!!\" I wailed, as the strokes descended on my quivering flesh. It DID hurt.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This damn switch!\" Ben shouted, throwing it at the wall after breaking it. When the switch was no longer available, Ben used his large, hard hand. Stroke after stroke descended on my poor reddened buttocks, as he spanked me with his hand, hitting me first on one buttock, then on the other. I was sobbing uncontrollably now, begging him to stop. He would not.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Finally, I cried, \"If you\'ll stop, I won\'t fight you anymore.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still spanking me, he said, \"Do you promise?\" I have a riding crop in the suitcase that I\'ll use on you if you\'re lying.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, Yes, I promise!! PLEEAASE stop. I\'ll obey you,\" I wailed. When I promised, he sat me up on his lap.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s a good girl,\" he said, taking a Kleenex from the end table by the couch and drying my eyes. I could feel his slacks on my bare (and sore) bottom as he hugged me and held my head and rocked me for a moment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OK, turn over, Kelli,\" Ben said, picking up the thermometer and Vaseline. I obediently knelt face-down on his lap. He separated my buttocks with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. I shuddered as he placed the end of the thermometer against my anus, and gently pushed. I could feel the thermometer go into me. I shuddered again. He twirled the thermometer with his right hand occasionally as the minutes passed--and rested his right hand against my vaginal opening casually, as if it belonged there.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was mortified. \"Are you done yet?\" I moaned, still not sure how I felt about all this. It was, after all, erotic. But sooo embarrassing! Ben continued to hold my buttocks open with his left hand, and gently moved the thermometer in and out of me with his right hand, resting it on my female opening all the time. Finally it was over. He pulled the thermometer from me, and wiped it. It had been covered with sticky brown fecal matter. \"Your temperature is just fine, Kelli. We can proceed with the treatment.\" All this time I was kneeling over his lap, afraid now to disobey, afraid of the promised punishment with the riding crop. </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 2</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, Kelli,\" he said, giving me a swat on the behind, \"You can get up now. Go fix us a cup of coffee, and I\'ll explain the treatment process to you.\" I got up, relieved that I had at least a few minutes to gather my emotions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, Ben, I\'ll get us some coffee.\" With that, I went into the kitchen--noticing for the first time that the space around my anus was still wet with the lubricant Ben had used, so that my bottom cheeks slid back and forth. It was vaguely unpleasant and itchy, and my bathrobe didn\'t prevent the air from blowing up between my legs and creating a sensation of cool wetness on my backside. In other words, I had a strong physical reminder of what had just been done to me, and a promise of what I feared was about to come.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I made the coffee, I looked over at the kitchen table where Ben had seated himself. He had a loose-leaf binder on the table, and he was opening it. From where I stood I could see that it contained pictures and text on opposite pages.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s that?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This? This is a \'treatment book.\' It shows and explains the treatment I am going to give you. I will explain each thing fully before I do it, and then when I treat you, you will know what to expect.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I thought I would choke. \"Better not to know!\" I thought to myself, shuddering. But what could I do? Ben was much bigger than me, and obviously determined--evangelistic in his zeal to rid me of my constipation. I shivered again, and a tear trickled down my cheek. I knew I couldn\'t get out of this, no matter what I tried.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The coffee was ready, and Ben was sitting at the table. He motioned to a chair next to him, and I reluctantly sat down. The book was closed. He had his finger in a particular spot, using it as a bookmark. I handed him his coffee. \"Here, Ben.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thanks, Kelli. Now sit and let me explain the treatment process to you.\" He opened the book. As I thought, Ben had put his finger on a particular page. He opened the book, and I saw text and a picture - a picture of a BIG hot water bottle with a hose attached to the bottom of it, hanging from a stand, with Ben standing beside it, pointing to the text, which read: \"Complete internal cleansing through the enema series.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I looked at the picture. I looked at him. I couldn\'t speak. My face was aflame. I gulped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yes, Kelli, Doctor has prescribed a complete internal cleansing for you to relieve your constipation problem.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can\'t I get a lady nurse?\" I whispered, remembering the enema or two I had received from my Mom. Those were bad enough. But to have this older man give me not one, but an enema SERIES - that was too much! \"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>No, Kelli, you can\'t. I\'m the best and most thorough at this in the entire state. That\'s why Doctor hired me - all you girls at the school have been having problems for a long time. He hired me to correct the situation. Now here\'s what I want you to do. I\'ll show you the pages and the text, and you ask any questions you wish.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I sat paralyzed, looking at the pictures and the accompanying explanations. The first one explained the concept of an \"enema series;\" it was all very professional, with pictures of the colon and everything, but I knew that it was not going to feel professional at all when he did it to me. It was going to be humiliating, unpleasant, and take a long time. I was also afraid of my own feelings.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every time my Mom had given me an enema, I found it both revolting and stimulating. I was afraid of having this man see me stimulated by the enema. I resolved not to show anything but a completely cool head. Which made the explanation much more detailed, it turned out, for Ben was a man who loved his work and believed in it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"See, Kelli, here\'s the nozzle I use,\" Ben said, pointing to the end of the hose on the bag in the picture, where there was attached a large white nozzle with a series of holes in the sides. The girl in the picture looked mortified as she lay on her side, obviously waiting for the insertion and filling that was to be hers. She was no older than me. I could clearly see a tear in the corner of each eye. The next picture was details of the rectal exam that was to precede insertion of the nozzle,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"To make sure that the rectum is healthy...\" it went on like that for pages and pages, details of this poor girl\'s torments at Ben\'s hands, her face filled with fear and pain as he forced her to take the entire bag of soapy water (\"I always use soapy water for the first enema...\").</p>\r\n\r\n<p>The thing is, that although I was petrified, I was turned on by the prospect. I can\'t explain it, but I was definitely turned on at the idea of being manhandled (in the most literal sense of that term), speared with that dreadful-looking nozzle, then filled until I couldn\'t hold another drop--and filled yet more. It made me wet. And I couldn\'t help myself. I could hardly hold my coffee cup, I was shaking so much.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, Kelli, we\'d best get started. I\'ll get the equipment ready, and you go into the bedroom and put a towel on the bed; then I\'ll have you fill the enema bag and mix the soap into it. You need to learn to do this for yourself, as well. I feel sure that after I submit my report to Doctor, he\'ll order a weekly treatment. OK?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t believe my ears. But I replied (with what voice I had left, and in a whisper), \"OK, Ben.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put the towel down on the bed, and Ben brought in a large black briefcase (he called it a \"catalog case\"); he dug in it for a moment, and brought out some latex surgeon\'s gloves, the Vaseline (how I remembered that!), a collapsible stand, and a HUGE red rubber bag with a hose attached. I stared at that bag, and thought, \"NEVER. He\'ll never get all that inside me.\" Little did I know. Next came some plastic packets of a greenish liquid.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>He saw me looking, and said, \"Soap. A good first enema needs plenty of soap to make it work properly. This is the best kind, a real stimulant to the bowels.\" Next came a series of metal tools - they looked like cones at one end, ending in a straight piece, and finally closing down to a handle. They were very smooth looking, and there were three of them. One looked to be about 1/2\" at its largest point; the next, about 3/4,\" and the final one about an inch in diameter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"What\'s that?\" I managed to ask, almost choking inside, and pointing to one of the cones-with-handle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"That\'s an aluminum rectal dilator, Kelli. We\'ve found that an enema series followed by some aggressive ano-rectal dilation works much better than just the enemas alone.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I honestly almost fainted. Those things were BIG!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Not to worry, Kelli,\" said Ben, seeing my frightened expression, \"these don\'t hurt. They are a bit uncomfortable at first, but with some gentleness and internal massage, you\'ll do just fine.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Internal massage!! I could envision what that meant! I shuddered involuntarily.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, Kelli, I want you to go and fill the bag as full as you can get it, but leave room for three of these soap packets. Use water hot enough so you can just barely hold your hand in it.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I accepted the enema bag from him. The damn thing was heavy empty, it was so big. I went to the bathroom and began to run the water. I was blushing furiously the whole time, because Ben was effectively making me do this to myself, making me an accomplice in my own torment. Somehow I wanted this. But of course, I didn\'t want it. And I couldn\'t believe this was happening. It was all so bizarre. Finally the bag was nearly full. I bit open one of the soap packets. The soap tasted awful - but more importantly, it burned. I knew now what Ben had meant by \"stimulant action.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put the first, second, and third packets into the bag, and completed filling it. I brought the bag back to Ben, who took it, screwed the hose-end onto the bag, and turned it upside down, hanging it on the stand he had set up. Next he brought out a large nozzle. It was well over 1/2\" in diameter, and about 18\" long, and flexible. it had holes in the sides, and one on the end.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"This is my own invention, Kelli,\" Ben said proudly. \"It\'s long enough so I can insert it above the rectum, into the colon. Makes the enema easier to take and retain.\" He motioned me to lie down on the bed, slipping a latex glove on each hand. He deftly lubricated the first two fingers of his left hand (TWO fingers?), and said \"All right, Kelli. I need you on your back with your knees as nearly touching your chest as possible. I have to examine you.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I obeyed, and felt a sudden pressure at my bottom opening - and at my vagina. \"I forgot to tell you, Kelli. Doctor wanted me to do a digital exam of your vagina as well.\" I felt pressure. My sphincter yielded. His finger slid deeply into my backhole at the same time as his other finger entered my sex. With his right hand he began to press down on my abdomen, pushing now to the right in my rectum, now left, now up, now down. I grunted with the pressure. I was already full, and this was nearly too much. He pulled his fingers out. The finger that had been in my bottom was covered with brown sticky feces. He peeled the glove off his hand, and sat down beside me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Kelli, I want you to remove everything except your T-shirt. No robe, no bra, nothing but the T-shirt. Then I want you to come and lie over my lap on your belly, like you did when I took your temperature.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I stood up and began to undress, looking at him seated there with the towel across his lap, looking at the bulging enema bag hanging on the stand, looking at the bed where I so recently had allowed this man to penetrate my most intimate secrets, looking in the mirror at myself, and thinking, \"I\'m turned on. I can\'t believe it. I\'m actually turned on by this.\" </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 3</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>I laid across Nurse\'s lap, and the next thing I felt was the hose sliding across my right leg as Nurse grabbed the nozzle. I felt two fingers (a thumb and forefinger?) separate my buttocks wide, exposing not only my anus but my vaginal opening. The air was cold on me. The nozzle touched my anus, and I jumped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ben held me down, saying, \"Take a couple deep breaths, Kelli, and just relax (RELAX??!!)...\" I felt pressure on my anus, and the nozzle began to make its way into my bottom. \"I\'m only going to insert an inch or two at first, Kelli; then I\'ll start the water flowing, and fill your rectum before we go any further.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>With that, Nurse stopped the insertion. My anus felt really distended from the size of the nozzle.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Now the water, Kelli,\" Ben said. I felt a warm gush into my bottom end. Unless you\'ve had it done to you, there\'s no explaining the sensation. It\'s an invasion, a violation, a pleasure, a torment, a \'Please don\'t stop!\' and a \'Stop! I can\'t take any more!\' all rolled up into one. Coupled with that, in my case, was the obvious fact that I had a large male nurse holding me down, giving me this enema, I couldn\'t fight him, and there was still a huge bagful of soapsuds and about 16\" of nozzle left to go. I whimpered with the pressure as the water distended my rectum, and then gasped as it began to enter my colon. The pressure was incredible - you will remember, I was full of fecal matter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOOooooohhhh!!! God!! OOoooohhh!!! OOOooowwww!!! It burns!! That soap burns!!\" \"That\'s a good girl, Kelli. The water\'s going in just right! The soap will make the enema work better!\" Ben said enthusiastically, as I whimpered and squirmed. Soon he began to insert the nozzle deeper into me. It was big!! It felt like a snake, crawling up inside me, bending with the curves of my rectum and colon. Of course, that just made me feel fuller, and I moaned again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Pleeeeaaaassseee, Ben!!! Pleeeeaaaassseee Stop!\" I cried, struggling vainly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'ll stop in just a minute, Kelli. You don\'t have to take the whole bag the first time--just half. You\'re really full.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOoooohhhh!!!\" I groaned. \"I really can\'t take any more!\" \"Yes, Kelli, just a bit more. Then you can go to the bathroom.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"PLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!\" I wailed. Finally, Nurse Ben judged the bag empty enough, and turned off the flow.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, Kelli, now just relax a minute and let the water and soap do its work I kept on whimpering quietly as I lay on his lap unable to resist. My tears were flowing freely right now. Finally Ben began to withdraw the nozzle. As it left my bottom, I could feel his fingers on my anus, pressing me shut back there. He took a wad of toilet paper, held it against my bottom, and guided my hand back there, helping me up. I RAN to the toilet, and my bowels literally exploded with hard fecal matter and gas. It stank. I was mortified when he walked in and began to refill the bag, treating me like it was absolutely normal for him to go into the bathroom while I sat on the toilet and emptied myself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Next time the whole bag, Kelli, so be sure you\'re empty!\" Ben said, filling the bag till it bulged. I</p>\r\n\r\n<p>shuddered. I was embarrassed, turned on, felt violated, dominated, controlled... </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 4</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>After Ben filled the bag, I heard him go out of the bathroom (I was concentrating on emptying myself, and looking down). When I looked up, he was standing there with two latex gloves, and the tube of K-Y. I watched him as he slipped the gloves on, slathered K-Y on the first two fingers of the right glove, and finally said, \"Wh-what are you doing??\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I have to check your progress, Kelli, and massage your rectum to help you expel everything,\" he replied.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Oh, God, NO, Please. I\'m fine. I don\'t need you to do that. I\'ll be done in just a minute!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, Kelli, I have to check,\" he said, kneeling in front of me, eye-level with my nipples. \"Just lean forward and lift yourself up a bit. It won\'t hurt, and it will only take a minute.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I shuddered, but I did as he said, my face literally flaming. I felt the glove slide across my vaginal lips. I felt his two fingers at my \"back door;\" \"Now take a couple deep breaths, Kelli,\" he said, and inserted both fingers into my bottom. I breathed all right. I gasped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOooooohhhhhhh!!!\" I could feel him deep inside me. Then he began to massage my rectum inside, toward my navel, pressing forward with his fingers. I was astonished when ALL KINDS of fecal matter began to come down. I tried to hold it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just let it come, Kelli. That\'s what the glove is for. I couldn\'t hold it anyway, and so I emptied out with his fingers in my bottom, moaning and whimpering with the embarrassment and pressure of his fingers in me. I must have had more fecal matter than I ever imagined inside me. Ben stood up and peeled the glove off. My eyes stared at those long, large fingers of his--the ones he had just stuck up my bottom. He caught me looking at his fingers, and smiled at me. It was a knowing smile, and I knew I had been discovered. Much as I hated this treatment, I also liked it. I didn\'t REALLY want him to leave. I wanted him to do what he was about to do. </p>\r\n\r\n<h2>Chapter 5</h2>\r\n\r\n<p>He left the bathroom (relief!!) while I wiped, and washed myself. When I re-entered the bedroom, there was a towel on the floor, with a pillow at one end. The enema bag (bulging more than ever, I thought) hung from the stand at the other end. I gulped.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"All right, Kelli, get down on your hands and knees. Rest your face on the pillow and spread your knees about two feet apart.\" He had no doubt that I would do it. I could imagine what I would look like with my bottom in the air like that, completely exposed for him to see--helpless, too. I blushed again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No reason to be upset, Kelli,\" he said. \"I do this every day.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But I don\'t!\" I moaned.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Just get down there and get ready, Kelli,\" he commanded. I shuddered, but I knelt on the towel. I looked back, to see what was happening, and I saw him take the nozzle (the big one he had used last time) and move it toward me. Soon I felt it touch my anus. It was slick. He pushed. The nozzle slid in. I couldn\'t get the image of a man\'s cock back there out of my mind. He unclamped the tubing, and the water began to flow in. I gritted my teeth, and gasped. It felt like it was going DDEEEEPPP inside me. In a moment he clamped off the flow and pushed the tube further into my rectum.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once again, it felt like a giant snake, or hose, entering me. The water again. It was only at this point that I noticed he had his hand, the one holding the tube, resting against my open pussy. It felt good. I liked this, despite the embarrassment. I liked being told to get on my knees and put my bottom in the air--and to feel that I had no choice, that he would do what he pleased. I knew I couldn\'t stop him anyway. I might as well relax. The tube continued to enter me, and the water, in alternating moves.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"I\'m inserting the tube all the way into you this time, Kelli,\" he said, \"and to do that I have to expand your colon with the water as I insert. Otherwise, it won\'t work properly.\" He kept pushing on that tube. I could feel it snaking deep inside me, and the water flowing in. I felt very full.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Can we stop?\" I asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, Kelli, this time you need to take the entire bag. I\'ll take plenty of time with you so it doesn\'t cause too much discomfort.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOoooohhhh!!!\" I gasped, a bout of cramps hitting me as the water continued to enter me.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Cramping?\" He asked, concern in his voice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Yeah,\" I whimpered. \"Can\'t we stop now?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No, Kelli, you have to take it all. You have to have a good enema.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"OOOoooohhhHHH!!\" wailed. Suddenly the pain went away. The tube was all in.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"About half done, Kelli,\" Nurse said, and began the flow again; as the enema began to enter my deepest recesses (I could feel the water working its way all the way up inside me), Nurse Ben rested his palm on my vaginal lips and began to move the nozzle in and out of me. It made me feel sick - but it turned me on more than I\'ve ever been turned on. I gasped and moaned. Only this time, it was not from embarrassment, pain, or fear. I was sooo turned on. The pleasure/pressure/control/pain all mingled to produce a sensation like I had never felt before. I shuddered. I came, with him using that nozzle like a huge long cock in my bottom, filling me with warm water that I couldn\'t resist.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ben pretended not to notice. \"It\'s all in, Kelli,\" he announced. I heard a \"click\" as the clamp was shut, and then I felt that long tube being withdrawn from my bowels. He pressed a gloved finger against my anus to keep me from leaking, and said, \"Kelli, I want you to stay here just like this until you really have to go. I will be packing up. If you can, hold it till I leave so that the enema can liquefy everything inside you. Then get up and go. I\'ll be back tomorrow at 4:30 for your next treatment.\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I knelt there, my bottom in the air, and tried to relax. I could feel the water gurgling around in me. I could hear Nurse Ben getting ready to leave. I couldn\'t wait till he left, and I got up and ran to the bathroom, the fecal matter once again exploding out of me as I released the enema. I could feel my bowels draining from high up. I shouted, between spurts of water and fecal matter:</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Nurse Ben!! Nurse Ben!!\" He poked his head in.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Thank you, Nurse Ben. I feel much better. Can you come earlier than 4:30??\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Why, Kelli?\" he asked.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Because I think I\'m going to need three enemas tomorrow,\" I said, blushing furiously.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Well, Kelli, if that\'s what you want, you\'ll certainly get it,\" he grinned. I blushed in anticipation, wondering what he would do to me the following day. </p>\r\n','','basic_html');
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