My lover told me to take a shower and call her when I was finished. At first I tried to question her as to why. But, she refused to tell me what this was all about, and insisted that I take a shower. I decided to do what she wanted.

When I finished my shower I put on my underwear and called her. She came into the bedroom and told me to strip. She didn’t seem to be taking her clothes off, so I began to protest. Firmly, she told me to do as she instructed. I could see that she was intent on whatever purpose she had in mind. Ultimately, I removed my underwear. When I was naked she told me to come with her and went into the bathroom.

As I entered, she closed the door. Then, she opened a cabinet and withdrew an enema bag with a large black feminine nozzle at the end of the hose that I hadn’t seen before. I knew what was coming and was instantly filled with apprehension. I remembered getting enemas from my mother as a child. They were very embarrassing and distressing. (more…)

I pushed the doorbell button and looked at my watch. It was 4:29. The bell rang, but there was no other sound. I was a minute early for this tryst, chest tight with tension. The things I’d agreed to do had been on my mind constantly since we’d made the date a week ago. I should walk away before she opened the door — skipping what I knew awaited me inside; avoiding discomfort and the embarrassment of submitting to her; giving up certain sexual release. Instead, I pushed the button again. A fullness arose in my pants when the door silently swung open. “Come in,” she whispered, waving me in with a smiling welcome.

I felt the door close behind me, heard a lock being turned and then a chain slipping into place. “Hang your coat in the closet,” she instructed, taking the bottle of wine I’d brought and padding toward the kitchen. She was wearing white tennis shorts, a loose blouse, and terry cloth half-socks on her feet. Shoulder length hair swished back and forth as she walked. I adjusted myself to make better use of the limited space inside my jeans.

“Everything is ready for you, just as I described it,” she said coming back into the living room. The bright afternoon sunlight was subdued by fully drawn drapes on all of the windows. She knelt in front of me and swiftly removed my shoes and socks. Straightening up, her hands undid my belt and pulled both jeans and shorts to my ankles. As I stepped back she lightly brushed my rigid cock from base to tip. “I see you’re ready, too.” (more…)