“I say, sir, are you all right?”

The trumpeting ceased and was replaced by a silence into which crept tendrils of a smell so foul that it was almost impossible to imagine that it had emanated from Squadron Leader Bigglesworth. Algy winced – once again Ginger had reverted to type and his blunt Yorkshire nature had shown itself. Surely, by now, he ought to realise that senior officers, like Royalty, were not subject to the same attributes of the flesh as ordinary mortals. Had Ginger been any sort of gentleman, he would have ignored the matter.

Ginger caught the odour and his apprehension increased. Could it be gangrene?

“I say, sir, if you’re ill, you really ought to see the MO. I mean to say, we need you. England needs you!”

Biggles smiled to himself. Trust Ginger to get straight to the point.

“Well, old chap, I haven’t been getting my share of the thunderbox of late. You know how it is – hours sitting in the cockpit, then a quick refuelling and back to fighting the Hun. Never seem to get the chance…”

Ginger felt a surge of sympathy for this leader of men, this tireless warrior, who was prepared to endure any discomfort in his defence of King and Country.

“If you like, sir, I could cut along to the dispensary and get you some number nines.”

“I’m afraid it’s beyond that stage, old chap. I’ve been swallowing bucketfuls of the wretched things and all they have given me is this blasted wind. Damn bad show, especially in the cockpit. Needs drastic action – only the good old botty pipe will sort it out.” (more…)

My wife dropped me off at the hospital for some tests. I was a bit leery. As I had never had anything but bad experiences with medical people.

I walked in and went into the admissions office. It was very dim. As if lightbulbs had not been replaced by the janitor in awhile. The cheery little nurse was a cute thing. About 49 or 50. Couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair that curled under in a page boy, wavy.

Bright red lips. A pretty mouth. Gosh I wish I could just come here to have her put that pretty mouth on me instead of getting tortured with exams.

She had the most beautiful, expressive brown eyes. I wanted to hold her in my arms, have her shut her eyes, and kiss each lid over and over. Her lashes were super long, and real. Her eyes darted here and there, watching patients. I could see she was a smart gal. I tried to imagine her as a child and wondered if she was the kind that was always into mischief. (more…)

D. and I had been playing around with many aspects of Bondage and Discipline and Dominance and submission. I was always Top and liked they way he responded to my command. He also had tried enemas and told me that he liked them a lot. His experience had always been with the 2qt. bag using the vaginal nozzle (since it was longer he preferred it to the rectal nozzle that comes with the drugstore kits. I looked at this as a very, very good sign) Since my experience was personal and professional (Dominate Enema Nurse) I considered myself well practiced and was looking forward to advancing his training.

One night D came to my apartment to pick me up to go out. He thought we would be doing a movie and dinner. This wasn’t what I had in mind. When he came in the door, I was standing in back of it wearing a very sexy one piece red vinyl bodysuit with black stockings and garters and red 5 inch heels (I wanted to make a visual statement) I closed the door behind him and stood in front of it, when he saw how I was dressed, he dropped to his knees and began kissing my legs. (more…)

Being an H2 enthusiast who has been that way for years, it has always been my desire to find mate who was attracted to my desires and wishes. It has been long and arduous search up until about seven or eight months ago. I happened to be on line and looking for that fantastic E mate when I started looking around in my area once again to see if there were any women candidates that I might find. Searching under H2E and the other unmentionable word, The “E” word that AOL seems to eliminate on a regular basis, I came across a woman who was just looking for a boyfriend that was not going to be a hanger on and a sloppy lover in the long run. She is a Professional in the business world and was looking for her desires to be met. Well, by chance, I decided to IM her and talk to her and see if she might be a candidate, but no mention of the big “E” word at all. We talked for several weeks and then I was invited to call her on the phone at her Hotel and talk to her. She felt fairly comfortable with that since she traveled in her job, just as I do in my job. (more…)

We had made arrangements to meet when I was traveling through. We both agreed that no sex would occur, we would honor our commitments to our mates, however we would enjoy an enema session together. There would be no contact of body fluids, we both know we are clean in respect to disease, but this way there would be no reason to worry.

Contact was made and even though we had the entire afternoon, it was agreed upon that we would dispense with preliminaries, and utilize all available time for play. I had rented this motel room and made sure it was a suite that had a sitting area with a couch. I had fantasized of a glass-topped coffee table, but was unable to find one in all the motels in the area. The couch would make a good second choice, I moved it out to the center of the room under the ceiling fixture that would hold the bag.

With an agreed upon time of 1:00 PM, I filled the bag with hot water a few minutes before and hung it from the ceiling. The temperature would be too hot for immediate use, but by the time the preliminary preparations were over, it should be just right. (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…)

Valerie was waiting at the other end of the long hall in the white stucco building, not far from downtown Los Angeles. It had been 6 years since I had been given an enema in L.A. Sherema was long gone, and I hadn’t been aware of the L. A. Express on my earlier trips. The ad had read, “GENTLE ENEMAS, Exotic, Erotic Enemas in a fully equipped, very relaxed, private setting by an experienced fantasy nurse with a wild collection of naughty toys.”   So I called, it was a Saturday, and I would be off the convention floor by noon. I could pick up a rental car, have my enema, and then make my trip to Perris to visit the Orange Empire Railroad Museum on Sunday for their fall open house.

Saturday had dawned a miserable, rainy day, and I can’t think of any place that can be as miserable as Los Angeles in the rain. I made my call from a pay phone at the Convention Center, and was told I could come in at one o’clock. I was to call from a pay phone near the “clinic” and I would be given directions from there.

My heart pounded as I made that call, and the girl who answered told me I was within a block of the building, and how to get “buzzed” in. I parked my car nearby, followed her instructions. (more…)

D. and I had been playing around with many aspects of Bondage and Discipline and Dominance and submission. I was always Top and liked they way he responded to my command. He also had tried enemas and told me that he liked them a lot. His experience had always been with the 2qt. bag using the vaginal nozzle ( since it was longer he preferred it to the rectal nozzle that comes with the drugstore kits. I looked at this as a very, very good sign ) Since my experience was personal and professional ( Dominate Enema Nurse ) I considered myself well practiced and was looking forward to advancing his training.

One night D came to my apartment to pick me up to go out. He thought we would be doing a movie and dinner. This wasn’t what I had in mind. When he came in the door, I was standing in back of it wearing a very sexy one piece red vinyl bodysuit with black stockings and garters and red 5 inch heels ( I wanted to make a visual statement ) I closed the door behind him and stood in front of it, when he saw how I was dressed, he dropped to his knees and began kissing my legs. I grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet. (more…)

I had been feeling rather sluggish for several weeks and finally decided that what I really needed was a good cleaning out. Though I regularly give myself enemas at home, they are never as satisfying as the ones I get from my enema nurse, Katie. For those of you who don’t know her, Katie used to operate an absolutely great enema clinic in the Los Angeles area. She is now semi-retired but still services a few of her old clients at her home. So, I called Katie and made an appointment for the next day. I would be getting two enemas plus a catheterisation. Just the thought of what would be happening the next day kept my dick in a semi-hard condition for the rest of the day.

As I lay in bed that night, before going to sleep, I played with my erection, stroking the length of my cock and rubbing the engorged head with a moistened finger. I refrained from allowing myself to come, however, saving it for the next day. I had a hard time sleeping that night as I dreamed of the upcoming session from the “enema nurse.” (more…)

“Helen walked out.” Those were the first words I heard on my cell phone when I returned the page that had come in. I was standing in the grocery store parking lot. The voice was that of my 20 year old son, Hank.

“When did that happen?” I asked, not really interested, but wondering what was so important that he paged me about it. I suppose I should explain. Hank’s father is my ex-husband, Joel … we’ve been divorced for the better part of Hank’s 20 years. Helen is — was — Joel’s live-in fiancee of 5 years. Joel has always been a wonderful, caring, docile man and always did what his women told him to do. That’s why we’re no longer married. I couldn’t stand the fact that he let me and his mother and his sister walk all over him. Helen was no better. Hank refered to her as “Helen the Dominatrix.”

“Five days ago. Mom, I’m worried about Dad.” Hank went on to explain … since Helen left, Joel wasn’t eating or drinking much and he hadn’t left his bed. “Can you help him, Mom? He looks weak and his skin is kinda gray.”

Gray skin on the man with the golden tan? That’s not good. “I’m on my way, son. Stay with him and be there to let me in.” I put my groceries in the car and drove quickly to their house. The wheels were turning in my head. Could he be really ill? Or perhaps it was a heart problem … as in broken heart. Well, the only way to tell is to see him. (more…)

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