After an international sales trip that took him through several time zones in a five day period, Bob fell into bed after midnight on Friday vowing to sleep until Saturday afternoon. He woke up late on Saturday afternoon and realized he hadn’t had a bowel movement for the past three days. He showered and dressed, and went down to his corner drug store to find a cure.

“HI Bob,” waved Betty, the attractive well-endowed owner, from behind the pharmacy counter. Bob waved back, and headed for the laxative section. Betty walked from behind the counter and joined Bob in the aisle. “Anything I can help you with?” she asked, smiling.

“I hope so Betty,” replied Bob, “I just got back from a hectic trip and I’m constipated. It’s been about three days now.”

“Oh, poor dear. I bet you need relief right away.” offered Betty.

“Yes, it’s not very comfortable. How fast do these laxatives work?”

“Not very fast at all Bob. I’d recommend an enema instead. It’s nearly instant relief, and it’s better for you than a laxative.”

Bob’s mind immediately flashed back to the enemas he’d received as a child, and he protested, “No thanks, I’d rather wait. I hated those enemas as a kid.”

Betty smiled, “Then it probably wasn’t given properly Bob. A properly administered enema can be a very pleasant experience, and certainly no more uncomfortable than the way you’re already feeling. Sandy and I use them all the time.” Said Betty as she gestured to her daughter in her mid 20’s who was also a pharmacist. “Giving yourself an enema is a very awkward experience, Bob. We’re closing the store in another half hour, so why don’t you get an enema outfit and bring it over to our place in about an hour. We’ll get you fixed up in no time.” (more…)

John entered the darkened room and glanced down at her. Helen’s womanly bottom looked so erotically enticing, thrust high in the air propped up by the pillows beneath her hips.

He knew she was aware of his presence. Even though she could not see him, she would have heard him enter. She would be wondering what was in store for her. Having been left alone, tied face down and blindfolded, she would have run through many possible scenarios in her mind. Of course, she had no way of being certain what was going to happen. He smiled to himself, for that matter neither did he.

Beyond the fact that she was his to do with as he pleased until the stroke of midnight, he had no specific plan as to how her special joy was going to be provided. He selected a tight fitting pair of lightweight latex gloves and made sure that she was aware of him donning them. He moved near her so she could hear the tight latex being pulled on and the cuffs of the gloves snapped. (more…)

 

Her sister walked in carrying a large bowl of water and a towel and washcloth over her arm. She placed the bowl on the floor next to the bed, and she laid the towel and washcloth on the bed next to Katie. I noticed that she had also closed her robe and tied it tightly in the front. I could not tell whether she had put any panties on. She left the room and returned shortly with several items: a disposable razor, scissors, and a can of shaving cream. All of these she placed on the nightstand next to the bed. She stood next to the bed and discussed something with Katie which resulted in Katie sitting up on the bed, propped up on her elbows, with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.

Katie slid forward on the bed so that her legs were entirely off of the bed and her ass was on the edge of the bed ( I was soon to be enticed by that position, too). Now she was again lying back on the bed, as her sister made preparations at the dresser. She turned to face the window and I could see that she held a wet washcloth. As she was approached by her sister, Katie spread her legs extremely wide, and the wet washcloth was laid over her pussy. Her sister placed her hand upon the washcloth, “pressing it into place”, I guess. (more…)

This is a true story about the first time my wife gave me an enema disciplining. She was very imaginative, and liked to live out various fantasies, especially ones where she gave me enemas. She later told me that this particular fantasy was very real for her. She actually felt that she was living her character as she punished her naughty boy. It seemed very real to me, too.

“Have you been naughty?” she asked. I knew she was working up to something. She came over and put an arm around my neck. She whispered, “I asked you if you’ve been naughty?” Her other hand began rubbing the front of my pants. There was a stirring.

Her smile was slightly wicked as she chuckled, “Yes, I can tell that you’ve been naughty. I’m going to have to punish you. Go up to the bedroom and get undressed. I’ll be right up, and you’d better be naked.”

Not saying a word, I obediently did as I was told. I was a little apprehensive, but also excited. I knew she was going to give me an enema disciplining. We had talked about acting out this fantasy before. It would be fun, up to a point, but I expected that she was going to push my limits.

When she came into the bedroom, she was wearing a pretty pink dress. She was smiling that wicked smile. “I’m going to take all that naughtiness out of you,” she said. It felt embarrassing to be naked in front of her like this, as she remained dressed. (more…)

About two years ago I had to be taken to the hospital emergency room because of an excruciating pain in my lower right side. It was sometime after midnight when I arrived and the emergency room was deserted so I was taken to an examination area almost immediately. A pretty Filipino nurse who appeared to be in her early thirties instructed me to undress and put on the hospital gown. She was about five feet three to four inches tall, long black hair, olive skin, slim, with small hips, and small perky breasts.

After a few minutes she came in and began questioning me about my symptoms. She took my blood pressure and then instructed me to lie on my stomach so she could take my temperature rectally. This is the policy at this particular hospital. I rolled over in anticipation. I felt her spread by butt cheeks apart and slowly insert a small cold thermometer in my butthole. She then held the thermometer in place for the next few minutes. I had a raging hard-on in spite of the pain in my side. After a couple of minutes or so, she removed the thermometer and told me to roll over onto my back so she could use her stethoscope to listen to my heart, lungs, stomach and intestines. This was quite embarrassing since my throbbing boner was immediately obvious to her, but she said nothing about it. (more…)

 

I was reading in the City Paper about a place that offered various services including COLONIC IRRIGATION. In these days, that advertisement could be very straight forward and/or it could be a front to get one into the situation where “other services” could be offered. Either way, I know that I like the true value of the colonic irrigation, not to mention the feeling of the tube in my ass, so I made an appointment.

When I called the number it was a tape machine which explained the various services, but at the end of the recording it gave another number to call to schedule services and concluded by saying, “If you’re not serious about your health, don’t call.” That was a clue to me that this place might truly be for real. So I called the next number and the woman who answered took my number and within a few minutes was call was returned. The woman who returned my call asked whether I had ever had a colonic before and what was the reason that I did it. So, I answered “yes” and said that I liked the way it feels. I guess that was good enough reason for her to schedule an appointment with me tonight at 7:00.

It turned out that the place was located in a small two-story office building off of old Route 3 in Millersville. Still not knowing what to expect, I climbed the steps to the 2nd floor. I had been thinking about this for the several days before my appointment, wondering how I could introduce the sexual aspect if, in fact, this place was willing to participate and was just being cautious. I was also wondering how to get my temperature taken rectally and had figured that I would just ask, basing my question on a past experience somewhere else. But, that never got a chance to happen since I forgot my thermometer and left it at home this morning. I was going to stop and buy another one, but I decided to wait it out, and if the place was an “enema parlor” there would always be another time. (more…)

Last summer I had a unique enema experience. We were visiting a cousin I hadn’t seen in years. She and her second husband live near Tucson, in a wide U shaped house that has a large, secluded backyard complete with an in-ground pool and cabana.

Teddy and I were staying a week with them. Nothing special, lazing about, drinking and smoking and playing cards. My cousin and her husband had to work the Monday and Tuesday after the weekend we had arrived, so we’d have their place to ourselves. By then we were all comfortable with each other. Their pool was “suits optional” so Teddy and I never even bothered to unpack ours.

Teddy and I ran around our home nude constantly and apparently so did my cousin and her husband. We were all of an age where that sort of thing came naturally, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal, and it made the cool water all that more enjoyable. (more…)

Penny made sure to be punctual at her disciplinary hearing with the Dean of Barrett University. She was doing poorly in most of her subjects, and was recently written up for being caught after curfew, drunk on the campus grounds. The University was a very small, private, all-girls institution with very high standards and strict regulations. Students unable to live up to the University’s expectations were expelled without much fanfare.

Penny looked very professional in her business suit. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled up, and her skirt showed off her lovely legs. She took a deep breath before knocking. She waited a moment before entering, realizing that the situation was similar to her younger years when she would get sent to the principal, but the stakes this time were much higher- her entire future was on the line!

Dean Kenneth Richards was a well-built man in his forties. He sat behind his desk hardly acknowledging the girl. The office was sparsely furnished with medals and plaques hanging on the walls from the man’s military career. He trained men to jump out of airplanes or something, Penny recalled hoping to fit her knowledge of his past into the conversation.

“Good Afternoon, Dean Richards,” Penny said cheerfully as Richards motioned for her to take a seat. She sat slowly, gracefully crossing her legs. She scanned the walls and added, “You must have had some career, sir. Airborne Division wasn’t it?”

Richards expression remained unchanged as he replied, “Yes, Miss Yoder, it was a very promising career- until my injury.” He folded his arms symbolizing the end of the token pleasantries and said, “Miss Yoder, I’m afraid that your hearing is going to be very brief. You see, your behavior was in clear violation of the student handbook, and I truly have no choice whatsoever except to recommend your dismissal.”

Penny knew how hard a man Richards was rumored to be, but she was overwhelmed by his quickness to pass sentence. Penny took a deep breath to keep herself from tearing up. She had studied the student handbook prior to this afternoon and was hoping that her time studying the manual wasn’t in vain. She produced her wrinkled copy and turned to the page she had marked. In her sweetest most pleasant voice she said, “Dean Richards, Sir, I understand that I did something very wrong, but I do think that I could do better academically with more time. My good friend Susan had stayed with me on the weekend of my lapse of good judgment. I admit that we got carried away, but-,” she paused to collect her thoughts, “I was hoping that you could let me do a University Service Project,” her finger pointed to a rather unknown disciplinary option described in just a few short lines in the handbook.

Essentially, the service projects were assigned completely at the discretion of the Dean of the University. There were some guidelines suggested in the book such as amount of hours necessary for completion, and so forth. Richards read the passage to himself and smirked. A thought occurred in the dark recess of his mind. Hmm? He sure hated to see one of the prettiest girls on campus leave. And she was, indeed, in a very compromising situation. He would first have to put on an act, make her think that the projects weren’t meant to be easy.

He looked at the girl’s adorable pixy-face as if she were joking. “Let me get this straight, Penny. You want me to have you rake leaves and put stamps on envelopes so that I’ll forget the whole matter? Would that be fair?” he said in an intimidating, booming voice. (more…)

When I stopped by to visit my fetching new neighbor, I mentioned that my legs were sore from a long bicycle ride I had just finished. She’s a nurse and insisted that I submit to an examination because of her being so experienced in such matters. She sent me into her office and told me to disrobe, put on the towel, and lie on her massage table.

Laying face up covered only by a small wash cloth, she came back into though room dressed in nurse-white. Her skirt was so short and tight that I could see that she was wearing stockings and garters. The white high heels made she was wearing made her legs look long and shapely. With her blouse open a few buttons it revealed lots of delicious cleavage. She wore lots of makeup with hot red lipstick that contrasted nicely with her jet black hair.

She took my pulse and asked me all sorts of questions which even included when I last had sex, and how often I masturbated. As she turned around and bent over her desk to write this all down, her short skirt to rode up even higher. By the time she turned around to another button has magically opened on her blouse. Now I could see the sides of her breasts and her lacy push up bra. All this is of course was getting me very horny. My semi-hard cock started to lift the towel into an embarrassing tent. I became a little red-faced. She looked at my erection and gave me an mischievous smile. Adjusting the wash cloth she said “relax we will take care of that later.” (more…)

When I was about 18 years old, my parents decided I needed a better education than the local system had. I was sent to an “exclusive and expensive” boarding school The second day there, I became very sick and was sent to the infirmary where the nurse decided to admit me. She sent for my pajamas, robe, etc and as soon as they arrived she escorted me into a large dormitory where there were six or seven beds on each side of the room. There were about six boys there, all reading and not paying attention as she pointed to a bed at the end of the room.

I laid down, closed my eyes and in a few minutes the nurse came to the door at the other end of the room and in a voice you could hear all over the campus called out my name and told me that she would be giving me an enema in a few minutes. I had one enema many years before that and didn’t really remember much about it. Again, I closed my eyes and in a few minutes I could hear someone walking down the isle towards my bed. I looked up and there was the nurse. carrying a red bulging enema bag and long white hose. She also had some sort of pole that eventually she hung the bag on. Suddenly I started to panic as I knew I was going to be getting this enema in bed in front of all the other boys who by this time were all watching what she was doing. (more…)

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