I have searched the world over to a fun enemate but I think I may have been more successful in finding a unicorn. I am still seeking a mature, well-educated white female ... like an RN who enjoys enemas for her enjoyment, not mine. Unfortunately, the well has been poisoned by the bad people who would abuse and take advantage of a pure heart. Let's face it, when a woman of courage reveals her kinks, the playing field is not level at all. And while I know there are females pure in heart, the risk of blackmail, sexual abuse, and repugnant behavior are too great.

In my lifetime, I have had dalliances with two of the best. One was a best friend who catered to my enema needs as I recognized her wants for medical fetish. She had gone though quite an experience as a parttime assistant for a twisted MD who held a "clinic" on Saturday mornings for his carriage trade clients ... many "HHH enemas" (high, hot and a hell of a lot.). He did dilations to women, tested their "depth" with a variety of different dildos, and would always have this student nurses who needed money give the a very thorough vaginal massage.

She did not have large-cup breasts but he would have her remove her bra and, from their seat in the stirrups, they could see her thick, over-sized nipples stiff against the tight starch of her white uniform. Her chest had a mesmerizing effect on these otherwise straight females as she would give their vaginal massage -- focusing on their clit -- and then add a finger or two as she stretched their anus where they could groan as a dildo nozzle went deeply into their bottom. (One very attractive 40ish woman actually offered her $500 "just to eat you for five minutes! My nurse thanked her but had a hard time not throwing up. Another time a lady offered her $300 to watch the doctor give her a two-quart enema ... and she did it! "I let her feel my swollen tummy and never saw her again ... "

The other eager enemate confided she had loved the bag since she was a child. "When the other kids would run,I would walk straight up and say, 'Me first!' My mother thought that was so cute ..." We had a great afternoon with mutual masturbation at her lake house one Sunday and she adored my douche technique but that didn't last; I was deeply immersed in her daughter at the time -- who detested enemas but adored group strap-on play with a very small but elite group, and the trade simply wasn't worth it, particularly since he mother was married and a marvelous matriarch for the rest of the family.

I am still searching for a matronly soul in the 50-to-70 age group, the outside risk in today's environs is too great for almost every woman. Group play doesn't work for me .. there are too many unsavory fruit flies for my tastes. So, we all fanaticize about hope, do we not?