I returned in less than ten minutes, carrying an old briefcase I had hastily filled with a couple of enema baggie kits and some other bottoms supplies - and also a bottle of everyday Chablis which I knew Doreen would drink. Doreen just moaned "Oh, no!" when she saw my kit, but we just got busy with dinner. We had eaten and done dishes by eight, so we just sat in her living room chatting over our final glasses of wine. "Well, Mellie, I guess I'm going to have to do my enema pretty soon now." "Do you want me to go?" "Or what? I'm not used to an audience." "Oh, I could stay in case the cramps and all make you feel faint, or if you get week-kneed. Or, I could show you how to do one with the big bag way. Or you could just relax and I could do the whole thing for you." "Uh! You're giving me shivers! I really think enemas are ishy, and they make me feel so awful. And now you're sounding a little weird, besides." "Why? You know that's what I do when I need help that way. Well, Dori, I could make it feel really comfortable, plus make you empty out three times better that your little squeezie bottle." "Mellie, it just sounds - I don't even know. It just makes me have shivers!" "Are you embarrassed, Dori? Do you remember last summer when we were coming home from the artisan fair and you got two splinters in your rear from that rustic chair, and I had to remove them for you. That was pretty funny! Remember that I got one right away but the other was way up near your ass somehow and I had to spread it open to try to find it." Doreen laughed, as I did. "Now that was really embarrassing, Mellie!" "Yes, but I did get them both, and I sure made you feel better. I could not only give you a really good enema and make it feel a lot nicer than your bottle, but I could show you how to do it yourself at the same time." "No, I don't want to." "Well, okay, if that's your decision. Call if you need me." "No, Mellie. That's not what I meant. I meant that if I did let you do it I'd want to just relax and tune everything out - just do what you tell me till I have to shit. I wouldn't want to focus on the procedure - I could learn that some other time if it really feels better than the squeeze-bottle way, and if I decide to. Maybe just focus on, like, daffodils instead." "So, is that yes, for me to do it?" "I don't know. Ach! Too bad we're out of wine. I don't... I guess, yes - okay. Just help me relax and make it feel good as you can, and just tell me what to do to make me really get cleaned out. Don't tell me every little thing and detail you're doing, okay?" "That's a deal, Dori. Let me go and arrange things and check for TP and so on." "I guess. There's a couple of fresh rolls under the vanity, and I just put a new roll in the holder when I peed." Dori gave another little shudder. "That should be enough if it makes me totally shit my brains out! I just hope it doesn't make me sick enough to throw up." I'll clean it up if you do, okay?" "Yeah? Well, I did throw up on a roller coaster once. I was about eleven was all." I brought out a second roll of toilet tissue and placed two towels across her bedsheets. I could use a floor lamp as a standard to suspend the bag, so I moved it from the chair by her window right to the edge of her bed. I closed the curtains and put on a dim lamp, and finally called her in. She stood in the bedroom doorway, her hands on the jambs. "I guess I need to pull down my pants." "No, pull off everything. Pull on a robe, Dori, or pajamas if you're not warm enough." "Well, maybe I..." "Dori, you just want to do what I tell you so I can make you feel good. Besides, I don't want you to trip over your pants and kill yourself when you have to pop over to the pot, and that would be on me." Doreen paused. "Yes... Okay." She took off all her clothes, even her bra, and put on the robe hanging beside her closet, and she lay on the towels, butt up. "Lubrication," I whispered and gently spread open her butt cheeks and pushed it way in with my finger. She gave just a slight gasp, then settled down as I very gently massaged it inside her. I guess she really was managing to relax, or maybe I was rubbing her vagus nerve just right, but she just spread her legs a little for me and seemed to sigh and nod off halfway to sleep. "Good relaxing, Dori." In ten minutes she poked her head up and stared at me. "Your finger is still in me. It must be ten minutes. That's the way my mother gave me suppositories when I was real young. I'd really resist them, till finally she'd get me and push one in my can and hold it there for a real long time with her finger, and I'd get tired of resisting and halfway fall asleep till it started to work. Then she'd take out her finger, finally, and put her palm down over my little butt and sort of hold my cheeks together and rub them till I really had to go bad. I guess it wasn't really bad - maybe not bad at all - but I really fought getting them. Then I figured out that I could just lie about my regularity and avoid getting hardly any at all." "I know, Dori. You told me that story at least a year ago, when you were with me and I picked up some suppositories for myself down at Frosham's Pharmacy. So I thought that to start you off I'd just take over where your mommy left off - so I'm using a suppository now for your lubrication. I didn't get the feeling that you really disliked them all that much as you say. Now just relax again and tell me when you really have to go potty." "I don't think a suppository is going to make me go enough, Mellie." "Dori, that's just to start. Consider it lubrication. Now just relax. You just want to do what I tell you so I can make you feel good." Dori stared at me for a few seconds, then plopped her head back down and quietly replied, "Yes, ma'am." In another few minutes Dori told me that she was starting to have to go. I unfolded my fingers so they very lightly stroked her vulva. Dori let out a little gasp. "Dori, you just want to do what I tell you so I can make you feel good. Isn't that so?" After short hesitation, quietly, "Yes, ma'am." Soon my entire hand was insider her, fingers in one opening or the other. Dori gasped 'Holy shit!' but she dispelled any confusion about her own intention by arching herself up a bit for me and spreading her legs, so I began massaging in both places, gently but more vigorously, and Doreen began quiet moaning. "You know, Dori, there's nothing wrong with having girlfriends while we're between boyfriends. Anyway, I think you're going to need to have a good potty real soon." "Mellie, are you going to let me come first?" " i think i'll insist on it. Seems that I remember you complaining a while earlier about something sounding kinky. Do you want me to let you come?" "I said it sounded kinky, Mellie, and it is. I didn't complain or say I didn't want that. Ahh-Ohh! I want you to let me come, Mellie. Yes! Please make me! Come on!" I rubbed her more vigorously, and in seconds she was shuddering in pleasure and mumbling, "Yes, do it, make me, more, yes! OH!..." Just as her pleasure wound down she looked at me for just a moment, exclaimed, "Oh, now!" and ran to the toilet. I gave her a few minutes to poop, then came to the toilet and kneeled in front of her. "Still working, Mellie, I think. Oh, good poop so far. Good everything. Good surprise. Feel so spent. No control." "No, Dori. No control at all. You just want to do what I tell you so I can make you feel good. Isn't that so?" "Yes, ma'am," she replied quickly as I stroked one thigh and with my other hand reached between them as she sat on the toilet. "Oh! Never done that.... Mellie - Oh!" "You just want to do what I tell you so I can make you feel good. Isn't that so, Dori?" She whispered again "Yes, ma'am," as I stroked her between her thighs. "And no argument when I tell you that you need to have something put in your can?" "No, Ma'am," she stammered, as I began to massage her swollen clitty more vigorously. "Oh, feeling crazy!" She again shuddered with pleasure and groaned, even as her bowels still emptied in occasional waves. As Doreen sat on the potty she looked like a stuffed ragdoll, unstuffed - a wrung-out rag. She made no protest at all when I brought in a bag of soapy water and hung it on her shower rod. "Up," I instructed gently but succinctly. I helped her to bend way over the bathtub, and held the tube just inside her rectum. "Try to take the whole bag if you can, but don't try to hold it in at all." She managed three-quarters of the bag of solution before jumping right back to the toilet and exploding. She pressed against me as her bowels poured themselves out, then hugged me and quietly whimpered. I gently kissed her nipples, but she drew me to her mouth and fully kissed me, still emptying and lightly whimpering. Four times we tried to stop and stand, but four times we both laughed together as she needed urgently to sit again and toilet. At length, Doreen was done and I was able to help her back to bed, although she was too spent to do much more than nod for yes and no. I snuggled with her for a few minutes, until she finally became a bit more talkative. "Wow! That isn't how mom did suppositories." "Well, it was a good place to start. I still have to give you a big bag of plain water for a rinse enema." "You seem to know what to do, Mellie. Can I recuperate first? A few minutes?" We snuggled and fell asleep. I woke in half an hour and prepared her rinse, which we did vanilla because we still had all the mixed feelings from earlier swirling around; more would have just been overload. Besides, I thought a rinse would just by itself make Dori feel fresh and light and empty, as it did. At least, it seemed to do so; Dori was too tired to really judge, I think, so she probably didn't really get to fully appreciate how refreshing just a plain enema could be. She hugged me tightly when she got back to bed, and we immediately fell asleep again. We woke early, well before six A.M., with Dori snuggled up against me. She nuzzled me and thanked me for doing what I had promised to her, and we decided to rise with the sun and to go out to breakfast. Dori insisted on buying, she told me as we walked the two blocks to the little diner. I told her that I wanted to give her a repeat anytime she went two days without pooping, and asked if she would lie to me about that as she had to her mother. She said that she might lie to me, yes, but that it would not be claiming that she had been regular when she had missed two days, but more likely the other way around. The diner already had four customers for breakfast: two guys in hard hats at the counter, and two police officers. Dori stopped me just before we entered, and added that if I wanted to be 'that way' with her we should make it even both ways: she would let me know when she needed anything in her rear and agree not to put anything in there herself, and that I would agree to do the same with my rear and not put anything in there by myself. We both agreed. Then she added, 'Oh, and it is okay to be a little kinky!'