Anarosa came to get me when I arrived, and I was somewhat nervous when I tried to figure out how she would administer enemas differently so as to make them difficult for the recipient. She wore street clothes - a white T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. I took off all my clothes and she told me to bend over and lean across the examination table. She had prepared a soapstick which had the distinct scent of Ivory soap. The stick was about three inches long and a half inch across. Anarosa ran some water over the soapstick and easily inserted it into me. It stung somewhat going in, and I definitely felt it as it pressed against my prostate. My insides kind of ached now and then from the effect of the large suppository.

She then had me stand up while she lowered the height of the examination table until the surface was about two feet high, and told me to get on my tummy.

"The soap has to work for a while," she said, "and then I'll give you your enemas. But now, I've got something else for you!" and removed the leather belt from her jeans, and doubled it up.

Anarosa calmly walked over to one side and dispassionately administered ten hard strokes of the leather. I kicked my legs and exclaimed each time the strap bit into me, and I held on to the edges of the table with both hands.

"You didn't do too badly then," she mused. "Can you be still while I spank you?"

"I don't know..."

"Try it - as much as you can - and be quiet too."

Anarosa gave me ten more vigorous strokes of the leather on my bottom. I moved some with each stroke, and managed to keep quiet for the first three. I could not keep from kicking my legs after five swats.

"Well, a little better," she said encouragingly. "That's a start. Here, try again."

Even though I gathered all my resolve, I could not keep still after the fourth stroke, and I exclaimed, rather quietly at first, and louder as she kept up the strapping.

"That's not good enough," Anarosa complained, and put me through several more energetic sets of ten strokes while I tried in vain to please her. I felt that I made significant progress, and needed more practice before I could take a strapping like that without kicking or exclaiming.

Anarosa put the belt back on her jeans. "Go use the bathroom and then I'll give you your enemas," she said. I went ahead, and about ten minutes later came back out into the room. She had me lie face-up on the examination table, and tilted it slightly so that the enema solution would have an easier time going in.

She put a generous amount of Ivory soap solution in the three quart bag, and hooked up a retention nozzle - one that inflates to keep it in place - and removed the air from it. After lubricating the nozzle with soap, she inserted it and inflated the inner and outer cuffs. Then she adjusted the height of the bag so that the flow would be slow and at the same time relentless.

Anarosa conveyed that she had no intention of stopping the flow once it started by walking to the opposite end of the examination table, and lightly caressed my face in her hands. Her large brown eyes stared directly into mine. Several times I felt I was overly full, and asked her to stop the flow for a little while. Each time she silently shook her head, and smiled. I frequently cried out when a cramp gripped my insides, sometimes opening my mouth wide and clamoring, "Ahhhhh-ahh-ahhhhhhh!" and tossed my head from side to side.

When the last bit of enema gurgled into me, Anarosa closed the hose clamp and left the retention nozzle in place. I almost felt as though I could taste the soapy solution, I was so full. She continued to touch my face with her hands, and peered into my eyes as I struggled with the frequent waves of cramping and begged for relief.

I held the enema for ten minutes, which was indeed very difficult, given the volume, the concentration of soap, and the fact that the enema went in without interruption. Anarosa deflated the cuffs, withdrew the nozzle, and I gingerly got up and rushed to get rid of the enema.

A full twenty minutes later, I emerged to find that Anarosa had prepared another enema for me, and this one had a different nozzle from what she used previously. The hose from the enema bag was connected to a metal box about ten inches in each dimension, and from that box came a hose which had a long, thick, slightly curved nozzle.

She had me lie face-up, as before, and lubed the nozzle with some gooey Ivory soap, and inserted it. Before she started the flow, however, she stripped completely. With a sensuous smile on her face, she straddled the narrow examination table. She stood with her legs spread wide, a pose which was arousing in itself. The height of the table was such that when Anarosa moved to where my head was, her pussy came to within an inch of my mouth.

"You know what to do now," she said, and bent her knees as I opened my mouth to receive her tasty womanhood. She made contented sounds as I worked, subtly shifting her position to give her the most pleasure. She had her hands on her hips as she maneuvered, occasionally closing her eyes and tightly pressing her lips together. She climaxed rather quietly, bearing down harder, and keeping her mouth closed when she exclaimed.

Anarosa reached back and clicked on the flow for my enema. She let it run for about ten seconds, then shut it off, and ground down on my mouth for about a minute. She repeated this a few times, and climaxed twice more.

She removed herself from the table, retrieved a female condom and inserted it into her vagina. Then she straddled my midsection and inserted my now hard erection. She very slowly worked my boner, and I was wishing I could speed up the tempo, as it felt good. She reached back and opened the valve for the enema, and flipped a switch on the metal box between the enema bag and the nozzle. I heard a whirring sound that settled into a rhythmic pulsing noise.

Anarosa, with a gleam in her eye, kept perfectly still with her hands on her hips, and my raging boner inside her. Then I felt the enema entering me in pulsing squirts. I had never felt anything like that before. The sensation of the fluid being propelled against my prostate and the surrounding area served to heighten my arousal to the extent that I had an intense and prolonged orgasm. The enema kept on pulsing into me until the bag was completely empty. Anarosa shut off the pump, and withdrew.

She mentioned that I would retain the enema for ten minutes, removed the condom, and straddled my face. I kissed, licked, and sucked her to more orgasms, with my efforts becoming more intense as time went on, due to the effect of the enema inside me.

She let me up to get rid of the enema, and I showered and dressed.

I saw that Carina was in the reception area as I prepared to leave, and talked to her for a while. She mentioned that starting the following week, the Colonic Discipline and the Prostate Response sessions would have more than one staff member in attendance, and that the sessions in that format would be "even more intense". She casually mentioned that they had a couple of new staff members since Crystal left a week ago.

That got my attention. "She left?!" I exclaimed, sounding disappointed. "I was hoping to see her in other sessions. Can you tell me where she went?"

Carina admitted she didn't know exactly, and that she thought Crystal went to some other clinic, but that she'd ask around and if she had more information she'd tell me the next time I came in.

I spent the next few days thinking about Crystal and how I could get in touch with her. Knowing that things wouldn't be the same without her, I considered not going back to the clinic. Then I decided that my chances of finding Crystal were better if I did go back and if I persisted with discreet inquiries.