On a night like tonight, when you’re tired and your back is sore from overdoing it, (shame on you), you wanted to know if I would insist upon you taking an enema or an enema series. I have to state that I would absolutely insist upon it but knowing how terrible you feel, it would be gentle insistence. I would take you into the bedroom, undress you and have you life on your back with a towel rolled under your lower back and two pillows stacked under your knees to decompress your spine and alleviate your pain. I would have you bring your knees to your chest briefly and insert two suppositories into your tight little bottom.

You would have no way of knowing that they weren’t traditional suppositories but are herbal suppositories I’ve made especially for nights like tonight: relaxing herbs of damiana leaf, passionflower, catnip, lemon balm and peppermint in a soothing base of cocoa butter. I leave you to rest while I prepare the first bag of strong soapy warm water.

I take my time preparing the bag to give the herbs time to work; knowing the enema will be more effective if you are relaxed, without pain and at peace. I make a strong solution of peppermint soap in a four quart bag, attach the silicone colon tube and gather lubricating jelly, a few soft towels and washcloths, a large bedpan and a basin of cool water and place everything on a bedside cart which I roll into the bedroom. I hang the bulging four quart bag from an IV stand by the bed.

You are lightly napping while I set up everything. I lean over and kiss your lips then whisper, “Hey sleepyhead. It’s time for your enema. Are you ready, baby?” Barely opening your eyes, you sleepily smile and I know the herbs have done their magic. You reach up and pull me on top of you and deeply kiss m as your hands roam up and down my body. Seeing you naked, feeling you caress and kiss me is almost enough to make me lose my head, forget everything else and make sweet love to you all night. Your thick cock hardens under my soft body and tries to find its way into my hungry wet pussy.

My body aches for you and there is nothing I’d rather do than let you roll me over, take me into your arms and take me to heights of ecstasy we’ve only dreamed of. But that will have to wait until the task is complete.

Reluctantly, I climb off your body and tell you to roll onto your left side, away from me and to bend your right knee towards your chest. You obediently comply, giving me unhindered access to your bottom. I squeeze some jelly onto my index finger and massage it into your pink rosebud, watching it pucker from the cool lube and invasion. I gently rotate my finger inside you to feel the suppositories progress. To my delight, they have melted and your body has absorbed the herbal concoction.

You shiver with excitement from my touch and I know how much you want me to milk your prostate dry, but all in good time, my love; all in good time.

With my left hand, I lubricate the colon tube and guide it next to my index finger to position in correctly. Then I unclamp the hose to help the tube advance deeper into your bowel. At 8 inches, the tube encounters a blockage. I retract it a couple of inches and advance it again but it will not budge further. I clamp the hose and tell you to roll over onto your back so I can massage your tummy. The enema is slightly crampy but the herbs have dulled most of the pain. As I massage your tummy, your cock throbs and dances with each motion and you rotate your hips slightly from arousal, not pain.

I ask if you are ready for more and you moan in ascent. I unclamp the hose. The water flows easily into you so I advance the tube deeper and around the first bend. Your moans of pleasure intensify as the water originates higher in your bowel and with less pressure than before. The four quart bag is half-empty before you ask me to clamp the hose. I let a few more ounces flow in before clamping it off; knowing that you don’t want me to think you weak for cramping but also that cramps are what you want and need. Beads of sweat break out onto your forehead.

I dip a washcloth into the cool water and gently bathe your forehead to soothe you. I ask if you are ready to expel but you want more. I say that unless the tube advances further, the enema won’t be as effective or comfortable and tell you to get on your elbows and knees and to rest your hand on the pillow. You obey my command and soon I am treated to the delicious sight of your bottom totally exposed and vulnerable to me. It pleases me that you trust me, feel safe with me and can let down your guard and open up your heart, body and soul to me. You are such a blessing to me. I don’t know which of us is blushing more. In this position, I guide the tube further inside you and the water flows deeper into your bowels, softening and sweeping away everything in its path and cleaning you out for our fun later tonight.

As you take the third quart, I warm some rosemary and peppermint oil in my hands, place them on your lower back and massage you as I gently encourage you as the cramps and desire to expel overtake you.

Your tummy is bulging and gurgling with those three quarts of warm soapy water inside. Since you weren’t feeling your best before we started the enemas, I had brought in the bedpan in case you were unable to walk with a full belly into the bathroom to expel in private. But it really is your choice, darling. If you prefer dashing off to the bathroom, I understand. But if you prefer to stay in your comfortable bed, don’t feel embarrassed or guilty about it. I know what it’s like to hurt so badly you don’t want to move at all.

One of the things I learned from being in the medical field is that to accept everything as natural, normal and healthy parts of life. If you choose to stay in bed, I will cover you with warmed blankets or cooled sheets; whichever would give you the privacy and comfort you need. I will stay with you if you want or step away and give you your space.

After your expulsion, it’s time to begin again.

I empty the rest of the bag and rinse out the soap and prepare a bag of peppermint tea and another with slippery elm tea…

Written by Egirlky, DLR, 2011