Amy told me to sit up since she wanted to put the exam table in the prone position. After positioning the table, she asked me to lie down on my left side with my right leg bent up to my chest. As like my first enema, I was unable to see her in the cabinet area while she was preparing the flexible sigmoidoscope for my exam. Amy came into my view and hung a small battery-operated television monitor onto the iv pole. She disappeared from view and darkened the room by turning off the lights and closing the window blinds. When she was done, the room had a blue hue, which was originating from the television monitor.

Amy came back to the table, I felt her placing an object on the table directly behind where I was laying. She walked over to the iv pole and connected a wire to the television monitor. The color of the room changed from blue to a very pale shade of orange. Amy then walked back around the table until she disappeared from sight.

As I was waiting for something to happen, Amy began to speak. She informed me that I might experience some discomfort mainly due to the infusion of air so that she can better see the lining of my intestinal tract. Also, she assured me that a man of my age should not be worried since the probability of finding any abnormalities is rare. “I’m about to start. However, the first thing I’m going to do is dilate your anus,” she said. I felt her lubricated finger on my sphincter muscle. With one quick push, her finger entered my rectum and began to try to loosen the muscle. Because she could feel my muscle trying to contract around her finger, she ordered me to relax.

She withdrew her finger and said, “I’m going to insert the scope now. Tell me if you feel any serious discomfort. "I felt the scope as it began to make its way up my rectum. Every now and then, I would hear a “puff” and I would immediately suffer from some mild cramping. As the scope was working its way into me, the color of the room constantly changed between various shades of pale orange and pale yellow. The variation in colors was so frequent that it resembled how a room looks when watching television in the dark.

After about twenty minutes of maneuvering the scope, Amy declared that she was done with my sigmoidoscopy. She conveyed to me that everything appeared normal and was going to remove the scope. Although it wasn’t the most pleasurable thing I ever have experienced, it was far from the worst. Once the scope was fully removed, Amy told me to go into the attached bathroom and take a shower. She disclosed that my clothing was on the closed toilet seat and to come back to the living room when I was done. As I walked toward the bathroom, I saw Amy busily putting the exam room back into order.

When I was done in the bathroom, I opened the door and found the exam room looking as neat as it was when I first saw it the day before. As I walked through exam room, I looked at the empty iv pole and thought about the two times that I saw an enema bag hanging from it. Although both times were memorable, the second time was the best because Stephanie was present for it.

I opened the door to the living room and to my amazement; everyone was sitting there waiting for me. As I looked around the room, I was utterly disappointed to find that Stephanie was now wearing a bra. When I spotted Monica, I greeted her and asked her about her day since it was the first time that I saw her. As Monica and I were talking, Amy invited all of us to stay for dinner. I asked Monica if we could decline the invitation because all I wanted to do was to go home and unwind. Although she appeared to be disappointed, Monica said that she understood my desire to leave. I thought to myself that forgoing dinner was the least she could do considering what I just went through.

I announced to the others that Monica and I were going to leave. I thanked Amy for the invitation and told her that it has been a long twenty four hours for me. She said that she understood and hoped that I would be agreeable to a future invitation.

As we were getting ready to leave, I walked over to John and shook his hand. I thanked him for sharing some of his experiences with me and for helping me to get through some of my most embarrassing moments. I then shook Amy’s hand and told her how appreciative I was that she was so gentle and caring during my exam. With a smile, I told her that she could examine me anytime. Everyone laughed.

As I saved the best for last, I walked over and shook Stephanie’s hand. I didn’t say anything. I just stared into her eyes as she did into mine. I guess the silence was so awkward that I heard Amy make a bogus cough. Stephanie snapped out of her stupor and said, “I’m conducting a seminar next month on how enemas can be a useful tool when engaged in BDSM activities. The seminar is going to be held in Jacksonville and Amy volunteered to be the presenter. Right now, I’m still looking for a male and female model for Amy to demonstrate her enema techniques on. Mike, I would be extremely grateful if you would be the male model.” I now knew why Stephanie was so interested in how I looked when getting my enema.

I told her that I would think about it. After telling me that she hoped that I would accept her offer, she gave me a peck on the cheek. Stephanie turned and looked at Monica and said, “Remember what I told you, Honey. You never ask a man if he wants an enema because he will always say no. You just tell him that you are going to give him an enema whether he likes it or not.”

Monica and I gave a final wave and we walked out the door. On the way home, Monica continually apologized for deceiving me. Although I told Monica that I harbored no animosity towards her, she seemed not to be comforted by my easygoing manner. Unbeknownst to her, if I would have acted with any form of resentment, I would have been a hypocrite. For, as she was trying to make amends for what she did, I was wondering if I would ever see Stephanie again.

That night, I experienced my second orgasm of the day after Monica and I had intercourse. As we were resting in the “afterglow”, Monica said, “Mike, have you given any thought to Stephanie’s proposal?” I said, “Yes, I have. I will only do it if one condition was met.” After asking me what it was. I replied, “Only if you’re the female model.” Monica’s silence was deafening.

I was rescued from the “trap” but my relationship with Monica was permanently damaged. Unfortunately, Monica miscalculated on how being “trapped” was going to change me. Instead of exploring my “kinky side” with her, Monica’s bold plan led me to a complete stranger who wanted to mutually investigate my sexual deviant behavior.