I’ve had an interest in enemas for as long as I can remember.  I was told by my sister that my grandmother used to give all the grand-children either laxatives or enemas.  The others were old enough to elect to have laxatives, but being too young to answer, I was always given both.

It must not have been too bad, because I have always been drawn to anything that could force water up my ass.  I remember, from eight or nine years on,  experimenting with things whenever I was home alone.  Empty coke bottles and plastic squeeze containers were the most common tool.  Later on I started noticing the douche and enema sections in drug stores.   Even as a kid I was fascinated by the items and never failed to get a hard-on as I lingered in those aisles.  It wasn’t until college days that I got up the nerve to take those items to a check out person and get them home to play with.  My activities were strictly solitary and were discussed with no one.

While I was away at school, I happened by a chiropractic office one day. There was a sandwich sign out in the lobby of the building advertising a Dr. John Paulson and his services which included massage, “colonic irrigation” and “prostate treatments”.   Just seeing that sign made me shaky all over. I copied down the phone number and hurried home.

Still trembling a little, I called the number.  It seemed to ring forever,  and then a man answered identifying himself as Dr. Paulson.  I managed to stammer out a request for a massage and received an appointment for that afternoon. (more…)