I was always very constipated as a child. Luckily, I had a mother who believed in enemas. I remember very little about the ones she gave me, except for the embarrassment. This feeling was heightened one day, when for some reason she had my sister hold the bag while I took it: I not only got embarrassed, I got hard.

When I went away to college, I thought my enemas were over, but of course I still got constipated. When I was so plugged up I couldn’t bear it anymore, I would give myself one. Very unsatisfying it was, too.

One day, I got the bag ready, and the nozzle greased up, when my girlfriend showed up. I left the bag in the bathroom, which was the first place she headed, really needing to pee. When she came out holding up the bag, and asking what this was all about, I almost came on the spot. My heart was pounding, and I could hardly speak, I was so embarrassed, and so turned on. (more…)

I’m a 20 year old Norwegian woman. I want to tell you of the experience that led me to the thrill and enjoyment of being an enema addict.

I remember it so well, my first experience with the pleasure of receiving a hot enema.

I was only eighteen years old, and had just had an accident on the downhill ski slopes. I was not feeling good at all. It had been a few days since the fall and I realized that I had to go see the doctor to have my leg examined. It was swollen and very painful. I called the hospital, and they asked me to come and see him the next morning. I was relieved that he was going to help me take the pain away.

My parents were away at work Since they did not think that the leg was badly injured, they said I could see the doctor by myself.

That morning I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot bath. It felt really good to be laying in the tub, feeling the hot water all over my body. I felt quite relaxed when I stood up from the tub and rubbed myself dry. (more…)

The patient came to the campus health clinic at approximately 4:00 PM and requested a physical examination. It was clearly explained to the patient that no female medical personnel were available to assist in the examination, however, the patient signed form # W-152 (Waiver for Un-aided Examination). The patient is a 20-year old unmarried female. On the day of the examination she appeared to be personally well kept, and was dressed in a sweater, blue jeans, and tennis shoes – not uncommon attire for college students at this campus. The patient was asked to provide a urine sample and to remove her clothes and cover herself with the typical gown provided.

Urinalysis indicated that there were no abnormal conditions, no drug usage, no pregnancy. I felt, however, that disrobing appeared to take more time than usual. Upon checking the dressing room monitor, I observed the patient sitting upon the chair, dressed in only her panties. Her legs were spread with one hand inside of her panties and one hand on her breasts. The patient appeared to have been masturbating and was experiencing orgasm during my observation. Shortly thereafter, she stood, placed the gown on her body, and exited the dressing room. (more…)

Jerry struggled against the restraints even though he new it was pointless. But, he had to do something. The incessant vibrating from the thick plug inserted deep into his rectum was driving him to distraction. He couldn’t even expel it. It was firmly held in place. The tight black latex pants assured that. Not only was he bound and filled, he needed release in the worst way. His penis, sheathed in tight black rubber was fully erect and tingling with an intensity that was almost beyond description.

His lover had left him tied this way as part of her desire to elicit his total surrender.

It had begun when she had commanded him to go into the bathroom and clean it. Not normally a request she made, this one was special. She had told him to strip naked and wear nothing but a pair of rubber gloves. She had further told him that he was to clean it well, or suffer the consequences. So, he had been busy scrubbing when she had entered.

He was just rinsing out the bathtub, kneeling as he sprayed away the last vestiges of cleanser, when she came in. He turned and smiled as he began to arise.

“Stay right where you are, until I’m done inspecting.” She had instructed.

He knelt there as she looked things over.

“This is not done properly. Look at this!” She admonished, as she showed him some stray hair that he had not noticed in one of the  corners.

“You are going to have to be punished for sloppy work. Stay right there and don’t move until I return.” (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…)

I had been instructed to eat basically a liquid diet until meeting the nurse the following morning at the hospital exam dept. I thought nothing about it since I thought all x-rays were simple things like chest x-rays that I had had in the past. I Slept well the night before, not knowing what would be involved the next morning.

I showered and tried to move my bowels in the AM with no results. I Met the nurse at the x- ray dept. and was told to get into what appeared to be a hospital gown. I was laid upon a cold x-ray table and had a picture of my abdomen taken. Then sat in the waiting room until the nurse came in and took me to another exam-type room. He told me that my colon had to be perfectly clean for the special x-ray study and the film had showed some fecal material remaining. He quickly laid me out on the table and told me I would have to have one more cleansing enema. I was not happy and I little nervous. He quickly plugged up my hole and turned me onto my back and gently massage my scrotum as he filled me up. My balls were getting pretty hairy and his touch made it quite easy to take the entire enema without too much discomfort. I was erect but did not ejaculate. (more…)

“Polly will be staying with for while.”

Polly is my girlfriend Penny’s younger sister. Circumstances of her life had her without a home. I was happy to hear she would be staying with us. She was a few years younger than Penny, I hoped this visit would give us the opportunity to know each other. A week after her arrival, I didn’t feel to hot one morning. I just didn’t feel like my old self so I stayed in bed. Penny was already up and out. She had a lead on some antiques for sale and wanted to be the first on the scene.

Penny and I lived in a small four room farmhouse in a rural part of Sonoma County. It had a kitchen, living room, a dining room and one bedroom. Over the years a back porch was added to provide a bathroom. So one had to exit the kitchen door to use the bathroom Polly was up and walking about. Our bedroom was actually the living room, and it was adjacent to both the kitchen and dining room. The house was so small we had removed all of the doors to provide for easy movement throughout the house. I watched as Polly got up and made coffee in only her underpants. She was a little larger in stature than her sister, yet I could see a family resemblance. I appeared to be sleeping so she acted very natural, and relaxed. The fantasy of having sisters in bed entertained my thoughts. I stirred, she quickly left and returned with a bra.

She walked up to the bed, my eyes at her thigh level. I could see her pubic hair protruding beyond the edges of her panties. Her panties clung to her pussy lips. I didn’t move I just fixed my eyes on this luscious sight in front of me. Thinking to myself how I wanted to pull her panties down and eat her on the spot.

She asked why I was still home. “Not feeling that great,” I responded.

“What’s the matter?”

“I have an upset stomach.”

“Oh! Too bad I’ll make you some tea.”

Tea was served. This time she sat at the edge of the bed, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. Hidden by the covers, was my erect penis. I told her I had a hardon, and wondered if she had any cures for it. She slapped my arm, and said you nasty boy. My sister probably has a cure for that. I know she has a cure for everything. We laughed. Penny always had a home remedy for everything. She arrived shortly after and asked what was going on. Polly volunteered the information.

“Do you have a fever ?”

“No”

“Do you have diarrhea ?”

“No”

“Have you gone to the bathroom ?”

“No.”

“When’s the last time?”

“Yesterday.”

“I think you may need an enema. If you don’t go to the bathroom by this afternoon I’m going to give you one. No sense feeling bad.” (more…)

Before applying to college in 1963, I spent a number of weekends visiting prospective schools in Ohio and Pennsylvania. I had already heard a lot about Smithson College from my first cousin, Fred who was then in his senior year and full of stories about wild parties, road trips, and other mayhem. As a scholarship kid, he lived inexpensively off campus by renting a room from a widow who worked as a children’s librarian in the public library. In exchange for a modest rent and help around the house and yard, Fred enjoyed the benefits of a normal home. Mrs. Fellani did all the cooking and even took care of his laundry. In contrast to dorm life with its tiny rooms, bad food, and noise at all hours,

Fred had it pretty good, especially since Mrs. Fellani was a great cook. The only downside was the need to observe basic household rules. Fred had to be in by 10:30 on weekdays and 12:30 on weekends. He also had to keep his place neat, do his chores on time, and not bring liquor into the house. Though he sometimes missed the freedom of dorm life, he saved a thousand dollars a year over the costs of campus room and board. And since he was a scholarship kid, he didn’t really have much of a choice. Living on campus was simply out of the question.

In the summer before my senior year, I made plans to visit prospective colleges including Smithson. Fred asked Mrs. Fellani if I could stay with them and she readily agreed. Hoping Fred would be too busy to meet me at the train station in midweek and that Mrs. Fellani would come instead, I arrived on Wednesday and was indeed met by Mrs. Fellani. On the basis of Fred’s descriptions, I had no trouble recognizing her and waved as I stepped off the train. (more…)

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.

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. (more…)