Ever have one of those days when you knew you needed a major cleansing but didn’t think you had time?
Today was one of those days for me.
After working under an incredible deadline for a client that involved a ton of research, I attended the presentation this morning and found that I had managed to hit a homerun! The client was extremely happy and the meeting ended in less than an hour. Relieved that the pressure was off and the meeting was short, my mind reverted back to my need to wash away the stress I had been under for the past two weeks. What better way than with a series of enemas!
Once I got back home, I literally began to undress as I hit the top of the stairs near our bedroom. Off came the blouse, then the skirt and panties. Then I grabbed the enema bag and my nozzles from their place in my closet. Anxious to get the first enema inside me and start my “decompression”, I was literally half dressed in a bra, stockings and heels with my jewelry still in place.
The first enema was one of plain tap water warmed to about 105F. As I warmed the nozzle prior inserting it, my desire to be pumped full of water was insatiable. My greedy rectum swallowed the KGL-1 nozzle like it was devouring a feast. As I released the clamp on the hose, the flood of solution into my bowels consumed my senses. Oh, sheer delight!
After expelling the initial enema, I decided the second one needed to be a soapy one. It had been quite a while since my last soapsuds enema, but today I really wanted one. I wanted to feel the churning of my gut and the “hurts so good” feelings that come with it. I filled a four quart pitcher about three fourths full with extra warm water as I swished a bar of Kirk’s Castile soap through it. In minutes, the solution was milky and the unmistakable smell of soap filled the air.
As I poured the milky mixture into my bag, a head of suds rose up through the bag and began overflowing the top, cascading down the side. By now the enema was warm enough to take and I immediately inserted my nozzle and released the clamp. The soapy concoction coursed through me quickly and the churning began in earnest. Wave after delicious wave of cramps accompanied the inflation of my bowels with soapy water.
I have no idea why, but the introduction of soap into my enema solution always brings me close to orgasm without ever touching myself. So, in addition to the cramp waves that hurt, the “so good” part of the feelings was in full force. That special tingle was spreading to every corner of my pelvic floor as I lay there in what can only be called absolute enema bliss.
The final enema of the day was a salt/soda rinse. I made it a little on the warm side and administered it with my Model B nozzle. By this time, I was so well cleaned out that I was able to comfortably hold nearly four quarts. For in the injection of the rinse enema, I left the nozzle partially inserted. Using my anal muscles, I managed to keep it in place, but as the volume increased and the pressure mounted, even my anal muscles where no match.
I stopped the flow of the enema and began inserting the rest of the nozzle. As my anus closed around the final bulb of this silicone marvel, the initial bulb penetrated the lower sigmoid. If you have a Model B nozzle, then you know the feelings that come when it is fully inserted. This feeling is otherworldly and results in an almost instantaneous orgasm. Today was no exception. As I writhed on the floor of my bathroom riding multiple orgasmic waves, I was simultaneously ridding myself of the stress that had mounted over the past several weeks.
When things began to subside, I removed the nozzle (which renders some very unique feelings as the sigmoid sphincter closes) and simply savored the moment.
I can think of no other activity, that allows me to release as much pent up tension and refreshes my being as good as a series of enemas. Today was one of those exceptional days. And to think…I didn’t feel I had time to do it!
Have fun and play safe!