This is a continuation of the story about getting injured at a soccer game, getting sent for x-rays, and meeting an intriguing girl who was my technician. We had a first date and learned of her kinky interest in enemas, namely she’d only have sex with me after one or both of us had spent some time in the bathroom getting cleaned out. A second date followed where she did a little role playing acting like a mom giving me an enema. Things were far too interesting for me to give up now, so I did ask for yet a third data.

Our first two dates had been to soccer games, but for the third date I had asked Elise to a fraternity event on campus. It was not the usual frat bash, but instead was a dress-up event where faculty and their wives would be present. Needless to say it would be a different kind of date than those we had had in the past. I wasn’t worried about Elise because whatever she decided to wear, she would more than likely be a knockout.

I had told Elise that I would pick her up at 6:00 and arrived punctually at the appointed hour. When she opened the door my jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a black knit dress that showed all the right curves in all the right places. When we got to the reception, Elise attracted guys like bees to honey. Again, this was not a typical frat bash and the drinks of choice that night were whiskey sours or manhattans. After a couple hours of small talk, shaking hands, and paying obligatory attention to the associate dean, we left.

Once in the car, I asked Elise, “There wasn’t that much to eat at the reception. Let’s stop for something. Any idea of what you’d like?”

“Actually, I am not that hungry. Lets just go to my place and see what I might have in the fridge.”

“OK, but we can stop if you want.”

“No. That’s OK.”

When we got to Elise’s apartment, I was hungry and instinctively went to the kitchen. I turned and looked at Elise and immediately sensed that something was wrong. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m not feeling that great. My tummy was doing some flipflops at the reception. That’s all?”

“Are you getting sick?”

“No, I’m just a little out of sorts. But to be honest, I haven’t been to the bathroom in days.”

“You? Really? That sounds odd for someone like you who enjoys the benefits of taking a good enema.”

“I know, but I really didn’t want to take the time to get out that bag, make the enema, take it, and then clean everything up.”

“So what are you going to do now? You have the time.”

“Actually I was hoping that you would give me one. For being so new at it, you are not bad at giving a really comfortable enema. What do you say?”

“Now there is a twist,” I thought to myself. “The last time she was in charge and insisted on giving me one.”

“I suppose we could do that.”

“Good, I was hoping you would say that,” she said taking me by the hand. “You know where everything is, so get started while I get out of these clothes.”

I went into the bathroom and did exactly as Elise had wanted me to. No sooner had I started to run the water when she came in dressed only in a short robe. This is the same robe that I remember seeing on our first date and was pretty certain that there was only thing underneath and it was just Elise. My mind drifted to the memories of that sweet little body of hers and I got an instant erection.

“Since I haven’t gone in days, we’ll use this first,” she said taking a bulb syringe and a bottle of glycerine out from under the sink.

“Glycerine?” I asked.

“Yes, it will soften everything up and then you will need to give me a thorough cleaning out with a soapy enema.”

“OK, if you say so,” I said as I watched Elise pour about an ounce of glycerine into the bulb.

“Trust me, this works like magic,” she said filling the bulb the rest of the way with warm water and screwing on the rectal pipe. She handed me the bulb and spread some towels on the floor before taking the knee chest position that I recalled from our first date.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Lube my butt, insert the pipe, give a good squeeze getting out as much of the glycerine mixture as you can, and take it out. That’s all there is to it.”

I did as Elise said and soon almost the entire contents of the bulb had been deposited inside of her. I more or less stood back to watch Elise, the expert, finish preparing the bag of soapy enema.

“So now what happens with the glycerine?”

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes when she said, “I’m going to have to go very soon, so if you want to go to the kitchen and get yourself a beer, I’ll poop out the glycerine and whatever it is able to bring with it. Then I should be ready for you to come back to help some more.”

I took my time getting the beer and sat at the kitchen table alternating between taking long sips and letting my mind wander thinking about this very weird relationship that I had with Elise. After some 10 minutes I swallowed the last of the beer and headed back to the bathroom. Elise looked up at me and said, “I think we’re ready.”

She took out a tube of personal lubricant and coated the first 12 inches of the colon tube. “Insert this about maybe six inches, start the enema flowing and then very slowly twist this back and forth pushing it further into me.”

“So why do you need this enema if you just took the glycerine one?” I asked.

“Because if I don’t get all of that glycerine out, it will slowly leak out of me and make an awful mess.”

“Can you feel this going in?”

“I get a faint sensation, but have no idea how far it is.”

“Well, my guess is that you have 15 to 18 inches of tube inside of you right now. Is it comfortable?”

“It is. With a colon tube you almost never cramp.”

I let Elise continue to fill and soon the bag was empty. “You’re done,” I told her.

“Really? It does not seem like I’m holding much at all. We’ll just give it some time to work.”

Finally, Elise said, “You better take that tube out of me because I’m starting to feel that I am ready to expel.”

I removed the tube and now think that she probably had had 24” inside of her. I was amazed, but finally I got it all out and she moved to the toilet. Again I retreated to the kitchen to let her expel the enema in peace. I opened another beer and decided to wait things out, but was surprised when Elise came into the kitchen and said, “Hey, do we have any more beer left. I could sure use one.” What a change in her attitude!

I got Elise her beer, took off the cap, and handed to her. That’s when she said, “I knew that you were a different kind of guy the minute I met you at the doctor’s office. You don’t seem afraid of anything, you give a great enema, and you are also a great lover. Now on that final note, what do you say that you get your reward for being such a good sport about things. It was one more time when she took me by the hand to the back of the apartment. At this point saying that it was worth the trouble would have been an understatement, but I won’t provide any more details other than I was right, there was nothing under that robe but Elise.