Several years ago I had been promoted to group vice president at the civil engineering firm where I worked. This was a major accomplishment because our firm had a national reputation and I would have responsibility for all of the utilities-related business. After moving into my new office I was approached by our human resources director and told that my new job also meant that I needed to attend a two week wellness program and that my wife was also encouraged to attend if she could arrange it.

Sharon was all for it and about six weeks later we journeyed to western North Carolina. The facility was in a very nice rural setting, but every aspect to the place emitted class. This was not a wellness course, but a top notch retreat. The only troubling aspect was the extensive health questionnaire that Sharon and I had to fill out when we applied, but that was now weeks ago and mostly out of mind.

We entered the lobby and approached the registration desk, all of which seemed much more like an upscale boutique hotel than a wellness institute. I registered and moments later a bellman took us and our luggage to our suite. When we got there we were met by an extremely attractive woman who was probably all of 30 years old. Not particularly short, but by no means tall, she had shoulder length brunette hair, hazel eyes, and from what I could tell a perfect figure. She was impeccably dressed wearing a trim skirt, silk blouse, pearls, and heels. While she was gorgeous, she also wore a name tag, “Victoria Engel, RN”.

“Hello, Wes and Sharon. Welcome. I’m Victoria, but everyone calls me Tori,” she said in a most friendly fashion. “After Doug leaves your luggage, I’ll give you a little overview of what we do here.”

After Doug left the bags, we retired to the sitting area in the suite. “We want you to enjoy the entire experience while here. The morning will be devoted to wellness with classes that I think you will find beneficial. After lunch most days the time is yours to use the extensive facilities that we have to offer, which includes hiking trails, a championship golf course, horseback riding, tennis, kayaking, and swimming. If there is anything that you want to learn how to do or how to do better, we have certified instructors available to you. Don’t worry about not having the right equipment because we have just about anything you might need.”

This was starting to sound like a perfect vacation with two weeks to just kick back. Still, the issue of wellness was a bit intimidating. As if reading my mind, Tori then handed us two giftwrapped packages and instructed us to open the smaller one first. Inside was a paperbound book titled Sustaining Wellness.

“That book is more or less the guiding principles of everything that we do here. While I mentioned that you have the afternoons free, the mornings will include classes on nutrition, physical fitness, and achieving inner peace. Your day will start at 6 a.m. when we expect you to get up, shower, and be ready for when I come by promptly at 7 a.m. Now if you will open the second package I’ll explain more.

The second package was not anywhere as heavy as the book so we surmised that it wasn’t something that we would need to study. Tearing off the wrapper we discovered that it was box containing a translucent 3-quart enema bag. I had to have had a quizzical look on my face because Tori responded, “We think of wellness as including the inputs and the outputs from our bodies. Here at the institute the input part is the responsibility of our executive chef who is a master at preparing tasty nutritional offerings, but I should warn you that we do not permit the use of alcohol, tobacco, sugar, caffeine, red meat, or gluten anywhere on the property. As for the output part, that’s my responsibility. When I come to see you every morning the first thing I will do is take your vitals. After that I will prepare and administer your daily enema.”

There had to have been a look of terror on either Sharon’s face or mine because Tori looked at the screen of her iPad, which had to contain the medical information that we had previously provided. “Sharon, according to this it looks like you are basically healthy and that you take an occasional enema. Do you take them for constipation or wellbeing?”

“No, actually for relieving the symptoms of PMS. The last one was maybe three weeks ago.”

“That’s fine. Plus it is a very good use of an enema. I do the same thing. Wes, I know you don’t get PMS,” said Tori with a little giggle, “but have you ever had an enema?”

“Yes, I got them growing up and Sharon has given me one or two when I was sick,” I said not willing to divulge our occasional use for foreplay.

“Not unusual for a man and perfectly understandable. Just so that you know, you will get one every morning during your stay. I have given hundreds of them and know how to make my patients comfortable to the extent that they might even find it enjoyable.”

At this point I was starting to think about what it will be like to have this incredibly attractive woman putting some quantity of warm water up my butt. I felt myself getting excited and repressed the image.

“The enema bag that you just opened will be used here and is our gift to you with the hopes that you will continue to take care of the output part of wellness as well as the input. Now let me show you the rest of the suite.” Tori led us to what had been a darkened room and turned on the lights. Inside was a high upholstered table next to a mirrored double vanity and a clinic type scale. On the other side of the room as a glass enclosed shower, the bidet, and a pair of open doors each revealing its own toilet. The décor was very tasteful with granite floor and matching wainscoting. Tori then asked if we had any questions.

Sharon asked a question that had been running through my mind, namely what where we supposed to wear.

“Good question. After you take your morning shower, just put on the robes that are in the closet. Don’t bother with anything else at that point including underwear.”

“Is there anything else that we need to know?” I asked.

“Just remember that this is supposed to be a wonderfully happy experience. Enjoy yourselves. We’re here for you so if you want something, other than perhaps a double cheeseburger, just ask,” Tori said with a giggle. “Also, your love life should not be on hold for these two weeks so make certain that you make time to enjoy one another as well. Other than that, I’ll see you promptly at 7 a.m. Have a great evening.”

Later Sharon and I went to the dining room and like everything else was totally high class. The tables were set for parties of two and four with linen tablecloths and fine silver. We were approached by a waiter who suggested that it being our first meal that we leave the choices up the chef.

“Sure, why not!” chorused Sharon and me not exactly certain what we were going to be served.

We were pleasantly surprised with the meal and upon returning to the suite realized that there was no TV. Sharon and I looked at each other and at the same time realized that the only activities really available for the evening were reading the wellness book or having sex. Not surprisingly, the latter sounded like the better option.

The next morning we got up at 6:00, took our showers and got ready for our first full day knowing that we would both be getting our first enemas soon. Almost as a throwback to those times when my mom would tell me that I was to get an enema, I felt that old familiar unease. I did not have long to wait because soon there was a knock at the door. Opening it, there stood Tori dressed in navy blue scrubs, but looking just as sexy as she had the previous evening. I asked her in and noticed that she was carrying a canvas bag with her needed supplies. Once into the main sitting area of the suite she announced to Sharon and me, “Your enema queen has arrived. I hope you’re ready. I won’t leave anyone in suspense, so Wes you’re going to go first,” she said heading for the procedure room and me following. Even through the scrub pants it was evident that Tori had one great body.

“OK, first let’s get a weight on you. Please step on the scale,” she asked. “Hmmm 205,” Tori noted entering the number on her iPAD.

“Now sit on the table so I can get your blood pressure and pulse.” I complied and moments later those values were entered into my record as well.

“Final thing is your temperature. Just lie down on the table facing the wall.”

“Huh? I thought you were going to take my temperature,” I said and then all of a sudden realized why she was donning latex gloves. She placed a plastic sleeve over the thermometer and squeezed some surgical lube onto her index finger.


“I am. Now this might feel a little cold,” Tori said lifting my robe above my butt and inserting the lubed finger before inserting the thermometer. Fortunately, the device was a digital one and inside of 10 seconds it beeped and she removed it.

“I think I know what’s coming next,” I said half joking.

“What’s that?”

“Enema time. Right?”

“Yes, the first of two that you’re getting today,” she said taking a small box from her tote. “We’re going to begin with a mineral oil enema and after you’re done with it, I’m going to give you a warm soapsuds one to get any traces of oil out of you.”

“Two?”

“Yes, but really it is no big deal,” she said. “Besides I had to go thru the entire two weeks just like you as a condition of being hired.”

All I could think about was that sweet body of hers being invaded by a lubricated enema nozzle and how I dearly wished that I was the one to have done those honors. “It’s OK, I’m ready. Go ahead.”

My butt was already lubed from the insertion of the thermometer so the next thing I felt was the tip of the disposable enema and moments later the squeeze that sent the mineral oil up into my bowel. There wasn’t that much liquid and I hardly sensed its presence even though Tori now withdrew the nozzle.

“Just stay there for about 10 minutes before going to the toilet.”

“That brings back memories,” I said. “My mom always insisted that I hold the enema until she said I could go.”

As I laid there quietly, Sharon came into the room. “Things going alright in here?”

“Yeah, I’m just holding a mineral oil enema giving it time to work. Then Tori will give me a big soapy enema with our new bag.” I had no sooner said that when there was a sudden urge come over me. I made my way to the toilet, shut the door and let the enema descend. Unlike a warm enema where you can sense the expulsion, there was hardly any feeling at all as the tepid oil exited my body. Eventually, I was done and returned to the treatment area where Tori was just hanging the bag of warm soapsuds from the hook above the table.

“Are you ready for round two?” she cheerfully asked. “This will take a couple of minutes to take, but it will do a good job of getting the oil out of you. Trust me.”

Tori turned to Sharon and said “This is a flexible nozzle that I’ll give you. It’s great because it is so comfortable, but also once inserted stays put. You don’t have to hold it in place.”

“That sounds like a marvelous improvement over the old fashioned rectal nozzles that come with today’s enema bags. I, or should I say we, really appreciate that,” said Sharon as Tori relubed my butt and inserted the nozzle. As my butt got acclimated to it, I had to agree it was comfortable.

In the meantime, Tori was insistent on giving Sharon a complete tutorial on how to administer a great enema. She showed Sharon the adjustable clamp that would allow giving an enema even at a trickle. Along the way, more or less unbeknownst to me, Tori open the clamp and I was starting to fill. It was the warmth of the solution that gave it away. When I asked Tori if she had started it yet, she replied “yes, for about two minutes already.”

The bag emptied and I filled. Eventually I glanced up at the wall and noticed that I had only a couple of ounces to go before the bag would lie flat. That translucent bag was much nicer than the old red combination syringe that we had at home. Tori removed the nozzle, but I decided to lay there for a couple of minutes to make certain it would work. Then I did a dash to the toilet and let gravity aid the much desired expulsion. While I thought that the oil enema had removed a lot of what was inside me, it was evident that the soapsuds did even more. Once I was done, I returned to the treatment area where Sharon who had already been given her oil enema was just emerging from the toilet. Now it was my time to watch Tori, actually more like ogle her, as she prepared Sharon’s soapsuds enema.

As Tori set about her task all I could think about was when she did her two weeks and that enema nozzle was up her cute little butt. Oh, what an image I had and it just would not leave me mind.