As the last of our Memorial Day holiday guests departed Tuesday morning, I managed to catch “that look” in hubby’s eyes that said, “HELP”!
Once back in the house, he turned to me and exclaimed as dramatically as he ever has that he was in dire need of some TLC in the form of an enema. He had been a gracious host all weekend (as he always is) and oftentimes doing so to his own detriment. And this was one of those times! I told him I’d meet him in our master bathroom in about 10 minutes and come prepared to get some relief.
For him to be so demonstrative about his current plight, I figured that he needed a soapy enema and a strong one at that. I got out the four-quart pitcher and filled it with hot water and dropped a bar of Kirk’s Castile soap into the water. I swished the bar back and forth for several minutes as the solution became milky white with a little froth of bubbles on top.
Guessing he was really backed up, I decided that starting out with one of our silicone nozzles was probably a little more than his rectum was capable of handling at the moment. So, I reached into our nozzle bag and found the tulip nozzle that came with our four-quart silicone bag. Although it had never been used, it was washed and ready to go. I called to hubby and told him I was ready for him and he appeared at the doorway almost instantly. As I poured the soapy concoction into the bag, the soapsuds multiplied to the point of running down the side of the bag. He seemed a bit wary since all of his previous enemas had been salt/soda solutions. This was to be his first warm, soapy enema.
He assumed the position on the bathroom floor by being on his left side with his knees drawn up. I lubed the nozzle and his little “pucker” and then inserted the nozzle ever so gently. As soon as the tip was inside, I opened the clamp and let the enema begin flowing. Almost immediately he exclaimed that he was full so I slowed the flow and began massaging his tummy. I instructed him to take deep breaths and let them out slowly. He was turning out to be a pretty good patient!
After a little over 1.5 quarts had been injected, he asked that the enema be stopped as he was “beyond full”. I instructed him to maintain the position as I lightly rubbed his back and legs. It was a case that I had to keep him occupied while the enema did its work. Finally, after a little more than 10 minutes, the time had come! He retreated to the toilet and I left the bathroom so as to allow him some privacy.
In about 15 minutes, he emerged from the bathroom breathing a sigh of relief. The enema had managed to break up the mass that was causing all the problems. Then I announced that in about 20 minutes, we’d rinse him out.
For the rinse, I used our Model F (colon tube/nozzle). At a little over 16 inches in length, it would inject the water higher in the colon and reach all the soapy residue from the previous enema. When I called him to the bathroom for his second enema, he seemed delighted that the familiar salt/soda solution was back in the bag instead of the milky soap.
Upon inserting the Model F, I noticed that his penis had begun to react to all the attention that was going on in this sensitive area. As the enema solution drained into hubby’s colon, I grabbed the baby oil and began helping him relax. While this enema was needed, it wasn’t as much of a therapeutic procedure as the first one . Before we knew it, hubby’s tummy was holding a little over three quarts of solution and his mind was obviously elsewhere! After a 10 minute hold, I removed the nozzle and he retreated to the toilet once again.
While I think he thought the second enema would be his last one for the day, I had other plans. During the time he was expelling the rinse enema, I slipped away to the bedroom and swapped out my shorts and flip flops, for some of our playtime fashions including stockings, panties and my 4.5 inch heels. As I entered the bathroom to check on his progress, his eyes opened wide because he knew that there was at least one more enema in his future.
This one, was purely for play and pleasure. The bag was filled and this time the Model B nozzle graced the end of the hose. I carefully lubed his bottom and generously lubed the nozzle. As the first bulbous end passed into his rectum, he let out a huge sigh, knowing that from this point on, it was all about pleasure. I joined him on the floor and he immediately caressed my legs, which were encased in black nylon as the intoxicating smell of leather from my red-soled stiletto heels filled his senses.
Meanwhile the enema had been coursing through the hose and nozzle and was slowly filling him up. I advanced the nozzle gently but deliberately as the last retaining ball passed his sphincter. He was devouring my legs and toes as the last of the enema found its way inside him. His erection was epic as I could tell he was, indeed, in another world. Drops of what he calls pre-cum oozed from his engorged penis. I lightly rubbed his tummy with baby oil and in doing so, could feel the tip of the Model B just below his naval.
After about 15 minutes, I could tell that Mount St. Happy was about to erupt and so I may as well be the catalyst to make it happen. What followed was the most wonderful release I think I’ve ever seen in all our years of marriage. The Model B stayed firmly in place, but everything else was swallowed up in total orgasmic bliss. It was beautiful to see.
Hubby is not the enema enthusiast that I am, but he has definitely come to enjoy the power that comes from a tummy full of water and a well-placed enema nozzle!