It was not my normal night to visit so I was surprised when you called. “Can you please come over tonight?” you ask. “Sure” I say. “What is the matter, you don’t sound well?’ “I don’t feel well”, you answer. “Please will you come?” “Of course”, I answer.” I can refuse you nothing. “

I arrive about a half hour later. I come to the door and knock. I can see that you don’t feel well. Your hair is down and you have no make- up on as you come to greet me. You open the door and let me in. You are in your pajamas.

As soon as the door is closed, you throw your arms around me and break into tears. “I really don’t feel well” you whimper. I take you in my arms and hold you tenderly. I kiss your forehead. “You feel hot” I say. “Come on, we will find out what is wrong. “ I pick you up and hold you close to me. You cuddle to my chest and stop crying.

I take you back into your bedroom. “Aren’t you going to take me to the exam room? You ask. We have converted your extra room into a credible examination room. There is a desk and a chair. Your treadmill is in the corner. In the center of the room is an exam table that is cushioned and has a wedge that we use to elevate your hips. It has restraints to keep your hands and feet in place. It can be converted into a variety of configurations. Hanging from the walls is a variety of enema bags tubes and nozzles. There are a few masks for other play. On the side table there is large tube of KY jelly, rectal thermometers, rectal and vaginal suppositories, various size vaginal speculae, bulb douche and enema syringes, and an anal speculum. There are a variety of hooks and hangers to hang things from. Some of them can even support your weight on the nights you need pain. Many of these things will come into play tonight, but tonight is not a night for painful treatments, it is a night for gentle, loving care.

I carry you into your bedroom and lay you gently down. I pull back your covers and slide you in. I unbutton your top and gently take one of your beautiful breasts in my hand. Often I will pinch your nipples until you squirm but tonight I gently fondle around them and then caress the nipples until they are erect. You smile and say “Maybe I don’t feel that bad after all?” I smile back but say, “No, you do not get off that easy.” “Yes Sir” you answer. I do however spend a little more time than necessary rubbing and running my fingers around your nipples. I even lean over and suck on first one then the other. By the time I am done your nipples are erect and you are gently moaning with pleasure, your hips moving slightly from the stimulation.

I move my hands down, across your stomach. I feel and probe as I go. You have a little tenderness just over both of your ovaries. I remember that your period is two weeks away which means that you are probably ovulating. There is a fullness and some tenderness on your left side. “When did you last have a bowel movement?” I ask. You drop your eyes and say “Not since we played a couple of days ago, Sir.” You look so sad, I don’t yell at you. I just kiss the spots that hurt and say to you, “We will fix that.” I slide your pajama pants down to just above your mons. I continue to explore and press just above your mons. You press back against my hand. I reach down and gently kiss you where my hand was.

I start to rebutton your P.J top “Please don’t Sir, I am hot.” “Yes you are”, I smile. I leave your top open and slide my fingers into the waistband of your pants. “Lift for me,” I say. You do as you are told and lift your hips. I slide your pants down and off. “You won’t be needing these for awhile” I tell you. I bend down and kiss you right where your labia begin. I can smell your sweetness. I want to dip my tongue into you and lick your clitoris until you writhe on the bed, but this is not the time yet. I cover you with the cover.

I will be right back I tell you. You begin to cry as I turn to go. “Don’t cry, I will be right back.” Actually, I am touched and turned on by your tears. I don’t want you to be sad but I am glad that I will soon make you better and happy once again.

I got to the examination room and gather the supplies I need, I pick up the KY, a rectal thermometer, the jar of suppositories, a big bowl and the enema bulb syringe. These will do to start. I stop by your linen closet and gather a few towels. I return to your room to find you snoozing or so I think. I notice that your hand is under the covers and I can detect a slight movement. “Not, yet, my love” I tell you. You pout as you look at me but you remove your hand from between your legs. I can see the wetness on your fingers and smell your sweet musky aroma.

“Turn over, young lady.” I tell you. “Yes, Sir.” you say and do as you are told. I fold the covers down to expose your beautiful bottom. I slide a towel under your hips. I spread your legs apart, then take the thermometer and lubricate it. I spread your buttocks and see one of my favorite parts of you, your pretty rosebud of an anus. I can also see that your pussy is quite wet by now. You feel the thermometer touch your anus and then slip inside of you. You can’t help yourself and push back against it. I gently guide it deep into your rectum. I move it in and out as we wait for it to register. Your hips begin to move with the rhythm. After about five minutes, I remove the thermometer and look at it. You are running a low grade temperature of around 100 . That could just be because you are about to ovulate.

My finger takes the place of the thermometer in your rectum. “Let’s see how badly you are clogged up” I say. I insert my finger slowly until it is all the way inside you. I move it slowly around and you begin to moan. “You are really full” I tell you. I can see that your juices are now flowing down onto your thighs. I take two fingers of my other hand and slowly insert them into your vagina. I press against the finger in your rectum and your hips begin to move against them. I remove both hands. You look back at me with a pout. I quickly open the jar of suppositories and take two out. These you don’t like particularly but know that they help to start your clean out. I insert the first one, part way then push it gently home with the full length of my finger. I take the second one and insert it inside you then I take my finger and readjust it. Finally I push it into place. You squirm from the stimulation. I go and wash my hands. I sit on the bed, propped up by the headboard. I motion to you to come and I take you in my arms, holding you against my chest. I lift your face and kiss it gently. I kiss your lips and feel them part. I kiss you deeply our tongues probing each other’s mouths, hungrily. We have a good old fashioned make out session for about fifteen minutes until we are both moaning and squirming. You are sitting on lap and my pants are dripping wet from your feminine juices.

Finally, the suppositories begin to work and you tell me you have to go. “Not yet, my pet.” I shift you to a face down position and reach for the enema syringe. You had forgotten that was there. I fill it from the bowl that I had brought. I lubricate the nozzle. The nozzle has a large bulbous tip that tapers for insertion but fills your rectum when inserted. I place the end of the nozzle at the opening to your rectum. With a slow but insistent pressure, I insert the nozzle. You feel it open you wide then you close around the pipe portion. I begin to gently squeeze the bulb. You can feel the water enter you. It is warm and feels good. When the full pint contained in the bulb is inside you, I remove the nozzle and refill the bulb. I reinsert it and again fill you. By now the pressure is building and the suppositories want out. I repeat the insertion and filling four more times until you have 2 quarts of water inside you along with the glycerin from the suppositories. You really have to go and long for release.

“Which do you want most,” I ask, “to go to the bathroom or to have an orgasm?” “Can’t I do both, you gasp?” “No, one or the other. If you choose the orgasm, you have to wait until it is over to go to the toilet. If you go to the toilet first then there is no orgasm.” You have a desperate need to go but you know the intensity of the orgasms you have when you are holding an enema. “Please, Sir, may I have the orgasm?” you moan. “Yes you may and since I feel sorry for you tonight I will help you hold the enema.” I take a gel plug that I had been hiding in my pocket and thoroughly lubricate it. I place it against your rectum, then, in one move I push it home. It pops into place and holds back the enema.

I turn you over on your back and slide out from under you. “Where are you going?” you ask. “Don’t’ I get my orgasm? I am trying to be a good girl.” I smile at you and tell you, “Yes, you are, that is why you are going to get a special treat. I come around and spread your legs. I kiss the insides of your thighs. You feel me moving and kissing up your legs until you feel my breath on your labia. I spread your swollen vaginal lips apart and begin to lick you from the bottom of your lips to the juncture at the top where your clitoris is. I slide my tongue into your tight vagina, made tighter by the water pressure and the plug. I move again to your clitoris and take it between my teeth. I nibble at it and then begin to suck it. My face is covered with your juices which are now squirting. You are writhing on the bed, screaming for release. I tongue you one more time and you release into wave after wave of pleasure. You think that you may pass out from the sensation.

As the spasms of your orgasm subside you reach between your legs and take my head in your hands. “Come to me, you say.” I slide up to kiss you and you taste your own sweetness on my lips and tongue. I moan as you slide your tongue into my mouth. ‘Stand by me,” you say. I stand up by the bed. You sit up and undo my belt buckle, then my zipper. You put your hands into my pants and free my raging hard on. You kiss my penis on the end then slide my pants down. I step out of them. You reach behind me and grab my buttocks. You guide my erection to your lips and then into your mouth. I gasp as you begin to lick and suck on me. Your breath is hot from your fever. I cannot stand your expert kissing, licking and sucking for long. With a cry I surrender my cum. Wave after wave leaps from the end of my penis. My knees buckle with the pleasure, but I remain standing. You do not miss a drop of my semen. I remain hard, long after I have exhausted all my cum, but you keep my penis in your mouth. As I finally begin to lose my hardness, you take me and lick me clean. Not a drop of cum has escaped.

As the afterglow begins to wear off, you become once again aware of the insistent pressure and now cramping of the enema and the melted glycerin. “Please, Sir, may I go to the bathroom now and release my enema? “ you plead. “Yes, my love, you have earned it.” I tell you. I lift you from the bed and carry you into the bathroom. I place you over my knee and remove the plug. With great effort and restraint you do not release the enema. I sit you on the toilet. “Do you want me to leave?” I ask. “Please stay, Sir and hold me while I release?”

Again, I can refuse you nothing. I hold your face against my stomach as wave after wave of solid and liquid flows from you. There are times when it is painful and I feel your tears on my skin. I bend down and kiss them away. You were badly constipated and this was exactly what you need. I wait with you until you are finished. Then I clean you up.

You are exhausted. I pick you up once again. “May I sleep for awhile, Sir?” you ask. “Yes, my child you can.” I tell you. I carry you to a rocker in the corner of your room. I grab a blanket with which to cover you. I hold you close to me as we sit and rock. I sing to you, my rich baritone, sweetly singing, first a love song, then a lullaby. By the end of the lullaby you are fast asleep. I hold you tenderly and rock with you.

There are other enemas, a vaginal examination and more orgasms waiting for you when you wake. But that is another story for another time. For now, just blissful sleep in the arms of the man who finds you so beautiful and can deny you nothing.