One Saturday morning, you come down stairs as your husband sits at the table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. You sit across from him after pouring your own coffee. As you both talked over your coffee, it becomes apparent to him that you are not feeling well. You whine that you have a stomach ache, and feel all bloated because you had not been able to poop in several days. After a few minutes silence, you overcome your reluctance, and meekly ask your lover to give you an enema to help relieve your problem.

He gets up from his chair, crosses to your side of the table, tenderly takes your hands in his, and urges you to your feet in front of him. He unbuttons your robe letting it drop to the floor so you are naked, and feel so vulnerable as you try to stand close to him attempting to shield yourself from the outside view through open the dining room picture window. He escorts you upstairs to the huge master bathroom on the second floor of your home, then ushers you over to the boudoir chair located in front of the open bathroom window. He sits down after opening the curtains covering the floor to ceiling window, then pulls your naked body over his lap so that your bare ass is sticking up in the air – your feet not able to touch the floor. (more…)

When Jonathon left home to attend college in London he assumed that he would no longer have his bowels strictly regulated, but had he reckoned with Mother he would have known differently. Immediately after his departure she arranged for a weekly appointment at Nurse Allenby’s colon clinic. Thus it was that within a few days of arriving in London he found himself in a familiar position – on the receiving end of a thick red colon tube.

Nurse Allenby presided over a suite of three treatment rooms where her knowledgeable, young nurses flushed out the upper class colons of London. Each room was thoroughly equipped with all types of enema and irrigation equipment, a well padded enema table, and a private toilet. Here, Jonathon learned to appreciate luxury in the art of enemas as each week one of the dedicated young ladies went to work on his interior.

He soon realized that, after dealing with elderly patients made bad-tempered by constipation, the prospect of treating a youthful male colon was most appealing to these girls, so much so that they arranged a roster between themselves…first week, Susan, second week, Elizabeth (Betty for short), third Marie, then Susan’s turn again. Nurse Allenby allowed her staff considerable freedom of choice in method and consequently Jonathon experienced a very different variety of clysters at the hands of this delightful trio. (more…)

Janice is a very attractive lady 25 years old, blonde hair and a body that makes grown men salivate. When she came to me to arrange a temporary loan I found myself lost in fantasy about fucking her on my desk. She worked at a very exclusive ladies clothing store and was dressed just as I like my women, tastefully revealing. The skirt she wore showed me a very tight bum that was screaming to be released from the constraints of the material bonds and fucked savagely. It was precisely this thought that was preoccupying me when I was brought back to reality by Janice asking if my organization could see fit to extending her a loan of $15 000.00 to cover an urgent debt.

I was impressed. Usually my “loan” clients don’t dress up so nicely for their appointments with me, I guess a loan shark doesn’t get the respect due other professional lenders. As I regained my wits I said, “Of course I’ll give you the money you require my dear.”

Janice was obviously relieved and it showed on her pretty face. “But remember to be on time with your interest payments and we’ll have a great relationship, OK?”. Janice signed on the dotted line and I retrieved the wad of money from my desk and counted out 15 000 from it and handed it to her. I held her hand firmly and stared into her clear blue eyes and said “Don’t make me have to come and get what’s mine and we’ll be fast friends, but if I must come for you you may not like the terms of repayment.” (more…)

I promised Elle I’d check on a problem she was having with her computer and, having some free time, dropped by her house. I hadn’t bothered to call first so my arrival was unexpected. I’m not sure of her age but I’d guess she’s in her late thirties or early forties. Elle is the out door type of woman and I’ve always though she was quite pretty in a rugged sort of way. She has never been married and lives with another woman in a house set far off the street. In fact neither of them have ever been married and they don’t date. Their careers take up all their time. Still, both are warm and affectionate and always welcome me with a hug.

Elle was wearing a robe, as if she were about to take a shower, when she opened the door. Friendly as usual she asked me in and thanked me for stopping by to help.

“I’m such a klutz with computers,” she said.

“No problem. Its probably nothing serious.”

I noticed she seemed uncomfortable but I assumed it was because I’d surprised her wearing just her bathrobe. Then I noted the discomfort was not embarrassment but clearly physical. Before starting on the computer I excused myself for a quick trip to the toilet. As I entered I saw a full enema bag with a rectal nozzle hanging on the towel rack next to the toilet. From where she was standing, Elle could see into the bathroom and knew I had seen the enema bag. I turned around and saw her blushing. (more…)

Peter awoke groggily from his afternoon nap and looked slowly around the hospital room. He had been there for several days now, while some routine tests were being performed. The inactivity and lack of diversion would have been onerous for most people to bear, but to a young man of Peter’s inclination, the hiatus was welcome, offering unlimited opportunity to indulge his private pleasures. Lying there in bed, he slid his hands down beneath the sheets until he found his penis snuggled between his legs and, sighing deeply, began to stroke it in a familiar caress. Thus he passed the days, alternating sessions of prolonged, languid masturbation with pleasant, restful naps.

After the embarrassing incident yesterday, he was being especially careful today to hide his actions under the covers. He had been lying with the sheets pulled down to his ankles and hospital gown up above his waist, stroking his naked penis with complete abandon. As he crossed the point of no return and felt the flood of climax approach, the door flew open and a nurse walked in, just in time to witness his eruption. Although she seemed to ignore his actions completely, he was mortified with embarrassment. Afterwards, he could tell that the word of the incident was circulating among the nursing staff, by the half-hidden smiles and sidelong looks of the nurses attending him. (more…)

As I peered over my magazine to look at the clock, the receptionist opened the door and announced “The doctor will see you now.” I knew she was speaking to me, I was the only one left in the waiting room. And I had been left sitting there for over an hour and a half. I was starting to get irritated then decided against it as the office accepted me, a new patient, as an emergency. What I was here for was not an emergency, but I knew if I told them the truth, it could be a month or two before I would get an appointment. I couldn’t wait that long, I’m a very impatient person.

The nurse instructed me to remove my clothing and put on the gown she had lain on the examining table. It was one of those ugly light blue things that you wear with the opening in the front. With the opening in the front – why wear a gown at all. I could never figure that out. As she left – she told me the doctor would be with me shortly. “Right,” I muttered under my breath. “That’s what they all say.”

I removed my black silk blouse and neatly hung it on the back of the chair. I slipped off my tight black skirt and lay it on the seat of the chair. Sitting on the edge, I unfastened my garter belt clips and slid down my black hose. I removed the garter belt and my bra, and lay it all on top of my skirt. I don’t wear panties. With this being a “spur-of-the-moment” doctor visit, I was glad I had shaven both my legs and my pussy that morning in the shower. (more…)

I am twenty-four, a brunette, and my measurements are 34-22-34. I admit to having little difficulty in attracting the male sex, but keeping my men interested sometimes presents problems because my sexual preference is giving and receiving enemas. Frankly, straight sex leaves me cold, which some of my boyfriends do when they find that I am more into enemas than intercourse.

My passion for enemas began when I was about nineteen and was staying with my aunt and uncle while my mother and father were away over a long weekend. When Saturday night came, I was told that my cousins, (boy and girl twins about my age) would be submitting to their regular, weekly enema and that I would be obliged to follow the rules of the house and submit to one, too.

Since enemas were not a regular practice in our home and I couldn’t even remember getting one, I was horrified at the thought and protested to my aunt without success. When it was my turn, I was called into the bathroom, where not only my aunt but my uncle were waiting for me. When my aunt told me to remove my shorts and panties that I was wearing, I thought I would die of embarrassment but, with hesitation, I did what I was told and waited for my next order. I was told to get into the tub on my hands and knees, spreading my legs as far as I could. I next felt something probing my anus, but because of the position I was in, I couldn’t tell what or who was doing it. As I learned later it was my aunt’s finger and she kept it in me so long it felt like I was already being given the enema, but that was still to follow. (more…)

Here is the story, that was on of the incident while dating Connie. This happened about 10 years. ago and she was 10 years older than I was. She was very kinky, and really liked playing the naughty nurse. She taught me the pleasure of spanking, enemas, catheters, bondage, sensory deprivation, costuming, {i.e. : heels, heavy make-up, corsets, garters, rubber}. She taught me first to be a submissive, then to be a dominant. I was intrigued by the lady when I met her, as she was very confident, alluring, intelligent , and loved to dress up.

It happened on our usual situation. We got together on Saturdays for time with each other, playing, love making and kink. She had been slowly alluring me into submitting to her, first just using sensory deprivation, i.e.: blindfolds, gags and ear muffs, while giving me massages. Then one time while she was giving me a rub down, she started lightly patting my butt, then…..without warning she swatted me with a hairbrush. It gave me a hard-on that was unbelievable. (more…)

I went out one Friday night after a long week at the office and was in the mood for something a little different. I had heard about this new night club in town that had a lot of people who were into bondage. I walked in sometime around 7:00pm or so…..sat down at the bar ordered a beer. I noticed a beautiful lady wearing a knockout mini dress with garter, stockings, high heels and very long brown hair. See kept looking over my way I thought maybe she was looking at someone behind me.

I turned around and saw no one then looked back at her and she smiled at me. She kinda motioned me over to her table we introduced each other and I asked if she was with someone tonight. She said a girlfriend was coming by and I could join them. We had a few drinks and talked about what types of bondage she was into. I said this was new to me and I had not tried anything like this before. Before you no it we had a few more drinks and were feeling quite good and started talking about what turns each other on. We were both very hot and horny. She said her panties were very wet from all the talking we were doing and would I like to go back to her place. I thought I was dreaming or had to much to drink !

We went back to her house and up to her bedroom. She had the type of bed with a mirrored ceiling so we could see each other from head to toe. After a good hour of playing around we each other she asked if she could tie me up. I thought this could be interesting and agreed to her demands. She undressed me down to my boxer shorts had me lay on my stomach tied one wrist to the left bedpost and then the right wrist to the right bedpost. Then she had me lift up my stomach and put a nice soft pillow under me and said you are going to need this. She then tied my ankles to the bottom bedposts. You are going to really like this! Have you ever had someone else give you an enema before? No I said! It had been a long time since I had one of those I replied. (more…)

Karen felt very nervous as she unfastened the clasp of her brassiere. Releasing her breasts, she noticed that her nipples swelled immediately upon contact with the cool air of the examining room. She picked up the crisp white gown and slipped her arms into it before fastening it at the neck. Finally, she slipped of her panties. The cloth was slightly damp where it has been in contact with her vaginal lips.

She was about to embark on a trip to fantasy land.

As she clambered onto the exam table and laid back, she thought briefly of how it had come to past. Only two weeks before, had she been at a weekend party. Her friends had introduced her to Craig. She had certainly liked his above average looks, but it was when she discovered that he was an intern, that she got really interested. It wasn’t the promise of money, she had more than enough of that. It was the potential allure of romancing a doctor and of possibly living out a long held notion of turning a physical examination into something far more racy. (more…)

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