I was on an hour long walk on one of my non-running days when my mind began to drift from the steps on the trail. It had rained (actually a downpour) at the beginning of the walk and as fast as the shower came, it left with a puffy white cloud against a blue sky. What it left was a tropical feel in both temperature and humidity. I could see the steam rising from the warm ground as the sun shone through the trees. "Better get accustomed to this," I thought to myself knowing that in a couple of weeks I would be at the South Carolina coast for a couple of well-deserved weeks of vacation from my quarantine/work from home life. Although this would not be our standard vacation because of COVID-19, it would be a new (but familiar) environment.
I started thinking about the enema equipment I would take with me...what bags, what nozzles, and what supplies I might need because part of the trip would afford me a chance for some private time to take a bag or more. My thoughts drifted to my vintage bags that I took with me on my trip to the mountains in November 2019 and my last trip to attend a conference in early March before the COVID-19 pandemic stopped mostly everything in its tracks. My November hike down the trail featured some of my favorite vintage bags and nozzles and there is just something about the bulging red bags that draws attention. (At that conference, many of us already knew that we were heading into a lockdown mode. Some of us did know how to look at the numbers that were out there and knew what they meant. There was a bad moon rising.)
So which vintage bags would travel with me this time? Certainly my largest Kantleek bag (2.65 liters) and my Victoria bags and nozzles (all equipped with the bulbous curved shower style douche nozzle). These are all closed-style combination bags with stoppers for hot water bottle use. My mind drifted towards the past when I first began giving myself enemas from an open top bag and also started thinking that it was about this time, 60 years ago, that my mom could have given me my last enema before my mom and dad separated and divorced sometime over that summer after my 7th birthday. My imagination carried these thoughts to another place, like an animated film starring real equipment (e.g., animated films using toys or cars) and began imagining the conversation that might take place between the enema bucket that I remember my mom using and the red open top bag that I applied to myself....
Bucket: "You got used more frequently and for a longer period than I did. I miss those long soapy sessions that his mom used to give him. He had a really cute ass as a boy."
Bag: "Well, he really got into it as an adolescent and teenager. He just wouldn't leave me alone, taking bag after bag and seeing just how much he could hold before he was forced to let go. But you got to go places I never did. Mom would thread you in pretty deeply to release the soapy mixture and the rinse. He never used soap with me. I wonder why?"
Bucket: "I don't know. Maybe he didn't think about it, Maybe there wasn't enough time and he was in too much of a hurry to get filled, cum, and release. There was never any hurry when Mom used me on him. But his little penis would get hard even as a young child. It was cute."
Bag: "Yes, it was. But he grew to a nice size. And once he discovered the joys of cumming, he couldn't get enough!"
The conversation continued on other enemas over the years, where they shared in my later teenage years and early 20's some interesting experiences like outdoor enemas and golden enemas.
Bag: "But the best one was when Karyn discovered me full and waiting in the basement bathroom when she dropped in on him unannounced. He didn't expect that. Damn, she did have a body! And the whole thing in the basement was so erotic and hot."
Bucket: "Some have all the luck!"
I continued to walk realizing I was getting hard in my shorts. There weren't many people out and so there wasn't much chance of others noticing the bulge in my running shorts. My mind drifted to the vintage bags I have purchased and what stories they could tell:
Think about what sights this bag, hose and nozzle have seen over its lifetime as I am not the original owner. How many assholes has it seen? What stories could it tell us about the experiences as it slid into and found its target destination? Has it seen the tender young asses and assholes of little girls and little boys as their mom (and/or maybe their dad) lubricated the nozzle and slid it in for their weekly enemas. Has it seen those asses in the midst of punishment, a freshly spanked red ass taking the nozzle for a punishment enema? Or has the nozzle seen itself slipped in for a soothing and calming enema? Has it seen itself be used to clean out a women or a man prior to anal sex and the pounding of a freshly cleaned-out ass. What manner of eroticism has it seen with men and/or women, boys and/or girls experimenting with the pleasure of anal stimulation? Or has it been a boring life for the bag and nozzle, used only when the user feels constipated? We'll never know but it fun to think about the possibilities.