Wow - I needed this massage. On the road for 10 days, bad food, poor sleep, intense meetings. I felt crushed when my masseuse Kelli, with hands of angels, was gone on vacation. Her answering service referred me to "Amy", even though I would have taken a Bruce at this point.

The waiting room was not what I had expected. It was cheerful with comfy sofa and plants everywhere. The door opened and I was greeted warmly. She was very petite and quite pretty. Her short skirt and tight cashmere sweater accentuated an awesome body and I was having trouble keeping my eyes where they belonged. She shook my hand and then hugged me unexpectedly. Her perfume was heavenly.

"You ready?" she asked.

I nodded and followed her down the hall and we entered a small room that was a bit more clinical, but still filled with plants and interesting artwork.

"Take everything off including your socks and just get comfortable under the sheet," she said with a smile.

I started tugging my shirt out of my pants as I looked around. The room was filled by the treatment table in the center and the long counter was filled with bottles of oils and potions of various sorts. Soft, new age music was in the background. I unzipped my pants, took off my shoes and folded my clothes on a nearby chair. It felt naughty to be nude in a stranger's office, and the sheets felt cool as I slipped in between them and put my head on the fluffy pillow. I laughed a little as I noticed the picture of a cute puppy on the ceiling staring back at me. There was a tap at the door and she was back. Her smile was contagious and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

"I'm going to start with your feet," she said as she uncovered them and grabbed a bottle of oil.

She massaged each foot a bit and I closed my eyes and sighed at the pleasure. She than began a careful investigation of each foot almost like she was mapping them out.

"Ouch!" I gasped as she hit a sore spot. She kept working around each foot and then under my heal to the tendon. "Ouch!"

"Well you've come to the right place," she said. "I've studied reflexology for many years and your feet don't lie. I can tell you are carrying a lot of tension."

"Yeah - a weary traveler. Just got in at noon today. Five hours of flying and a two hour layover in Dallas.

Amy finished washing her hands and came over to the table. She placed her finger tips on my belly and began some rather deep probing.

"Yep - and you're pretty constipated. Do you have problems going when you are on the road?"

I blushed. "Well, yes. Occupational hazard I guess."

"And you know the pain you felt behind your heel? That's a pretty good indication that something is going on with your prostate. Have you had that checked recently?

"Ummm... no. I'm a little overdue for a physical"

"That's okay. I'll get you back on track and feeling a lot better. I just need you to trust me and let me do what I do best. Deal?"

She reached out and I gently shook her small warm hand. "Deal," I said.

Amy went to the foot of the table and opened the doors of a wooden cabinet that was at table height. Inside was a shiny machine with knobs and dials.

"What is that?" I asked.

"An irrigation machine," she explained. "It washes out your bottom. No more constipation."

"What?" I asked curious and suddenly a bit horrified at the same time.

"Have you ever had a colonic or enema before?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh...no," I replied having heard of such things, but pigeon-holing the words in the back of my mind.

"No problem. You're in for a treat," she smiled as she placed a pink exam glove on her right hand. "I just put a small tube in your bottom and put in some warm water, and then the bad stuff will just go down the drain through this tube." She pointed at the lighted glass tube on the machine.

"Oh... geeze," I said, mostly under my breath, wondering what I had got myself into.

Amy brought out a plastic bag filled with clear tubing of various sizes and a very large white nozzle for which there was no doubt where that was going to end up - small my ass. She connected up one of the hoses to the nozzle and the machine, then took a large tube of lubricant and squeezed a glob onto a paper towel.

"No whining," she said with a chuckle. "You'll do fine. This is easy. Just roll onto your side facing away from me and pull your legs up to your chest."

As I assumed the position, I felt very vulnerable and nervous. I felt Amy reach under the sheet with her ungloved hand and she began massaging my back gently. That was the human touch I had been craving. Her warm hand had an immediate calming effect and I closed my eyes. But as she worked her hand down my back, she folded the sheet back uncovering my buttocks and the vulnerability returned instantly. "Now take a very deep breath for me, count to five, then let it out as slowly as you can."

As I was exhaling, I felt her lifting my buttock and suddenly a wet fingertip was touching my anus. "Okay, one more time. Deep breath and let it out slowly."

This time, as I exhaled, I felt her finger slip slowly inside of me. It was not at all what I expected. When I went to Dr. Miller, the rectal exam was cold and harsh. Amy's finger felt warm and exciting. As she left it in place, she massaged my cheek with her warm hand and I felt myself getting an erection. She began moving her finger in and out gently and my penis continued to grow. I had to shift a little to free it from jamming into the table.

"Okay," she said as I felt her finger being withdrawn. I looked over my shoulder and watched her lubricate the impossibly large nozzle. "Now don't you worry," she said reading my mind. "It's not as big as it looks." Her bare hand was back on my buttock. "Now once more with the deep breath."

I felt my cheeks being separated and the tip of the device tucked up against my opening. A gentle pressure was applied which caused my penis to twitch. "That's it. We'll just take this nice and slow."

She was gently nudging the nozzle in and out, each time going a bit deeper. It was the exact same motions I used when I entered my girlfriend's tight little vagina. Now the shoe was on the other foot. I fantasized about my girlfriend for a bit at the same time the nozzle entered deep enough to cause a strange dull ache. I wouldn't say it was painful, but I was definitely being stretched to my limit. The combination of Amy's probing, the ache, and images of my naked girlfriend racing through my head had me right on the verge of climaxing.

"Uhhhh...," I sort of grunted.

"Okay," I heard Amy say as I felt the nozzle slip into me deeply and I felt Amy's gloved hand pushed up between my cheeks. "You doing okay?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah... sure," I sighed, recovering a bit from the near orgasm.

I felt her moving the tube around a bit as she connected a hose and wrapped some sort of tape around the thing which she held against my back. The ache was gone but I felt completely stuffed full - the proverbial broomstick up my ass - but I'm telling you here and now, it felt really good to me and my erection couldn't lie.

"Roll over onto your back for me," she said as she guided my legs over the tubing and tugged on the tape which pushed the tube deeper into me before I settled onto it holding the nozzle firmly in place. My erection created a huge bump in the sheet and I saw her look at it, but she said nothing. Again, I blushed. She reached under the table and pulled out some foam blocks and had me lift my legs and place them in a bent position which felt really comfortable.

"You did great," she said with a smile. "Not so bad, huh? That was the hard part."

"No, not bad at all," I admitted. "Do you ever do this?"

"You mean, do I take colonics? Oh, absolutely. About once a week. I love it. Been doing it for years."

I imagined trading places with her. She nude on the table with her cute little butt in my face. Me with the lubricated probe in my hand. My penis pulsated again, but the erection was hidden now that my knees were bent. Our eyes locked for a moment and I almost thought she was reading my mind.

"You're going to feel a little warm water going into you now. Just relax. Don't feel like you have to hold onto the nozzle with your bottom, it won't slip out. Just relax and let me do my thing."

I felt the water start into me. It is hard to describe unless you've had this done, but it was a weird sort of tickling sensation. Certainly not unpleasant, just something I'd never experienced before.

"I'm just going to let the water sort of circulate around a bit. Soften things up." She removed her glove and gently examined my tummy again with her fingers. I could see some clear water draining through the lighted tube. She lightly massaged my belly in a circular motion.

"We're going to start a fill now. You'll feel some pressure, and it's going to feel like you have to poop. Ignore that as much as you can and try to let me get the water into you. If you start to feel uncomfortable, just say 'full' and I'll let the water out."

She switched a knob on the machine and the water stopped trickling through the tube and I now felt warm water starting to go deep inside of me, and yes, it felt as if I had to poop urgently and I resisted the urge as long as I could. "Full," I said.

A lever was turned and instantly I felt relief. It was like having a bowel movement and as I looked over, the lighted glass tube was full of brown gunk from my insides. I blushed again for the umpteenth time today, but Amy smiled at me and said, "Okay, we're getting good returns right off the bat."

My erection subsided as this routine of filling and draining was repeated over and over, Amy massaging my colon deeply during the discharge from my innards, removing what seemed like an endless supply of crud from my body. At least a half an hour went by.

"You were very constipated, young man. I'm glad we were able to get you cleaned out," she said with satisfaction. The water coming out of me was now nearly clear.

Finally, the session was over but she had filled me with water before turning off the machine and had me lift up my bottom so she could tug the nozzle out of me. "I want you to trot over to the bathroom and take your time expelling everything you can before you come back. There are some wipes to clean up on the counter."

I felt like I was pregnant with all of the water in me as I hurried to the bathroom and discharged what seemed like gallons of clear water. I cleaned up and washed my hands and returned to the room. Amy was right behind me. "Back up on the table," she said as she helped me get under the sheet. A lot of the modesty I had come with was beginning to vanish. I wasn't so concerned about her seeing me naked as she helped me under the sheet.

"What do you think so far?" she asked me.

"Well - that was certainly an experience. It felt way better than I ever imagined. You certainly have a gift for putting a man at ease. I do feel relieved, but I am certainly ready for that massage."

"Thank you. But remember how I asked you to trust me?

"Yeah..."

"Your prostate definitely needs some attention. You remember that painful spot, right."

"Yeah...," I said, not sure where this was heading.

"I just think we should check," she said, as she casually reached under the table and pulled up the stirrups. They were the sort of thing you see women put their feet in when having a pelvic exam.

"Uhhh....," I started to say but she cut meoff.

"Now just scoot your rear end down toward me and I'll help you with your feet."

I felt sort of foolish, but did as I was told and found myself in the most vulnerable of positions; legs spread wide apart and but hanging off the end of the table. Things didn't get better as Amy folded the sheet half way up my belly exposing everything. I watched her quickly snap on a pair of her pink gloves and grab the tube of lubricating jelly.

She stood between my legs and looked into my eyes, "I'm just going to do a check. But scoot down a little more," she said as she lubricated her index finger.

I felt a little stir in my penis, and it had a mind of its own. I could see it moving. Amy gently slipped her finger into me and I felt her find my prostate which at once made me feel as if I had to pee but also felt good in a strange sort of way.

"Yeah, good we checked. It feels pretty boggy, as they say. But we can drain it. It's very good for you."

Amy began massaging gently, her finger working in and out of my anus and her fingertip gently probing my prostate with each pass. My penis was growing but this time there was no sheet to hide it. To my great surprise Amy took hold of it with her free hand and squeezed it gently. "Now don't you come," she admonished me. "I don't want you to ejaculate."

She placed some lubricant in her left hand and as she probed my bottom with her right, she lubricated the rigid shaft of my penis. I was astonished at what was happening to me, but I closed my eyes and went along for the ride. I felt on the verge of orgasm which she seemed to sense and stopped all motion for a minute while squeezing my penis firmly. "Please don't come," she reminded me.

She picked up the prostate massage again, now more firmly and starting to stroke my rock hard penis. She brought me right to the edge of no return but stopped short, somehow a master of reading my body and not allowing me to ejaculate. She kept this up for about half an hour and I've never been in this state before of near orgasm. It was both extremely stimulating yet horribly frustrating. The tip of my penis was oozing with clear fluid.

"I think we are there," she said fixed on my gaze. "I want you to keep your eyes open and look into mine, but I want you to hold out as long as you can."

She began tugging my penis in earnest while working my prostate with two fingers now. I had to grab the sides of the table as I felt myself begin to lose control of my body from the intensity of the treatment. She stroked and probed, stroke and probed, fingers sliding in and out of my anus, rubbing the my prostate which seemed to become the center of my universe.

"Ohhhhhhhh......" I groaned as I could no longer retain control. The orgasm of a lifetime rolled over my body and I felt goosebumps all over my body as my penis began pumping out more fluid than ever before. I felt it hit my chest and cover my belly. Amy did not stop her cadence. I felt spent as she pumped me dry. I felt as if I was going to tear the sides off of the table I was grasping so hard. It was hard not to close my eyes but I kept her gaze and saw her smiling.

Finally, she relented. "Yes, very nice," she said. "Very successful."

She reached for a towel and wiped off my belly and then my penis which was as sensitive as an eyeball. But she understood that and was very gentle. She tugged a wet wipe out of a plastic tub and wiped my bottom thoroughly then discarded it into the trash. She helped me out of the stirrups and turned me on my side and covered me with a blanket.

"We'll get to the massage next time," she whispered in my ear and then kissed my forehead. You just relax here for a bit and get dressed when you are ready.

I think I dozed off for a few minutes, and then got up and put on my clothes. I felt totally purged and drained. I was exhausted but relaxed. As I walked out toward the lobby, I saw the beautiful Amy sitting at a small desk writing into a journal.

"Okay," she said. "Great session." She stood up and hugged me firmly, placing her head on my chest. "Would you like to make another appointment?"

"Do you have anything next week?"