As I lay listlessly there, I hear Miss Sarah flick the switches on the colonic machine once again. I looked at her pleadingly. “NNnoo….noo more, pleease” I mumbled.

“Nurses know best, Margo.”

“Bbbut” I stammered as the warm liquid began pumping into my ass once again.

“Shh!” she shut me off with a finger over my lips, and then two which she wriggled between them into my mouth. “Suck, Margo” she demanded, and I knew I had no choice in the matter, which she seemed to enjoy. After several minutes, as the enema neared its full completion, she switched the machine off for a moment and began tracing her fingers down my extended belly, along the tops of my things to my knees, and then upwards again on my inner thighs. My skin tingled with the touch of her moistened fingertips gliding upwards….up towards where we both knew she was headed. I tried to shake my head, knowing I couldn’t bear another orgasm. “No….no more…please”

Sarah’s fingers continued their journey until the circled my drenched pussy lips, which she dipped in to moisten them even further. But she just traversed around my mound, up and down, and I could feel my resistance ebbing. I strained at my restraints, but I lay helpless to her ministrations. My legs were flayed apart, my wrists tied above my head, my puckered hole was filled with a dildo-shaped nozzle and large tube connecting me to the colonic enema machine, and my wet hot pussy lay open to her expert touch.

“On your intake form you admitted you had a problem, Margo. Do you recall what that was?” She asked.

Intake form? Who can remember the paperwork when you’re laying naked and getting pumped full of warm enema water? “Huh?”

“You admitted that you do something every day, sometimes several times a day. Do you remember?” she smirked as her fingers traced the outline of my engorged pussy lips.

“Oh….that” I whispered, blushing . I had answered all of her questions, even the most intimate ones, on her initial intake forms I was required to fill out before seeing her. “Yes, that” she said, waiting for me to complete the answer she was looking for.

Several minutes went by as she continued teasing me, dipping just the tip of a finger into my juicy lovebox, then circling around and gently over my clit oh so softly. Now I wanted to orgasm….had to orgasm. The combination of the full enema and her edging me so slowly, so softly was driving me crazy. I needed relief now! I knew I would have to say it, say it out loud to her, in order to get the relief I needed so desperately.

“OK, I masturbate” I finally spit out. “Every day.”

“Yes, you do, Margo. And that’s natural for a young woman your age. It’s pleasure, it’s touch, it’s love. Show me how you do it, Margo.” With that, she buckled a large strap across my chest, under my breasts, to hold me down, but undid my right wrist restraint.

“Whhhaat?” I quizzed her

“Show me how you masturbate, Margo. How you finger yourself to pleasure.”

“I … I can’t. I’ve..never..done it in front of anyone” I stammered.

“Yes you can, and you will” she snapped back. “That is, if you ever want to expel that enema that’s filled you up so full just now. Until then, we’ll just keep your ass plugged up.”

The enema was raging to escape me, but the dildo nozzle and tube was locked shut in my ass. I grunted, trying to see if I could push it out or expel anything. Not a budge. “Tsk tsk, silly girl. Now do as I say!” Sarah glared at me, picking up my hand and placing it on top of my open pussy.

My pussy was engorged, either from the enema or the toying that Miss Sarah had been doing. I doubted I would be able to actually orgasm in front of her, or anybody for that matter. I have only ever masturbated at night when I’m alone, or in the toilet when I could muffle my gasps from others. Well, I figured I would go through the motions anyways, just to satisfy her …so she would allow me to finally expel.

“And no faking, Margo. I’ve already seen how your face flushes when you orgasm, so if you try to fake it, I’ll know it. And I’ll spank you again while you’re still full of your enema water, and then you’ll be right back up here again until you cum for me, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am” I answered, knowing she meant business. So I started stroking my pussy lips like I normally do, lightly with the tips on my fingers, gradually increasing in speed and intensity. Not dipping them inside just yet, fluttering them on top. Sarah adjusted a large mirror overhead until I was looking directly at my pussy and my masturbating fingers.

“Look at it, revel in it Margo,” she said. “It’s your womanhood, your sex, it’s beautiful, sexy, sensual, feminine, innocent.”

I had not looked at myself down there, except to shave it clean every week. But that was something I did automatically, almost without really looking at myself like she had just done. My pussy was pretty, pink, innocent, feminine, full, ….and yes, glistening with wetness. I stared as my fingers slowly slid between my lips, and it was even pinker inside of course. And there…something I had always known was there, something that I had always felt before but never actually seen in myself, was my clit! It was large, pinkish, and sticking upright. Much bigger and fuller than I expected. I reached out with one of my fingers and touched it gently, and it sent a wonderful sizzle through my body as I gasped “Ooohhh!”

“That’s it, Margo.” My eyes shifted to Miss Sarah again, and she was naked now, stroking her own pussy and fondling her breasts. I wanted to watch her….but also was mesmerized by my own pulsating pussy. My eyes darted back and forth, from her pussy to mine. Her eyes were locked on mine. My breathing increased, my fingers knowingly sped up.

“No! Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to, understand Margo?”

I was shocked. How could I hold off? The enema, my fingering, her fingering had all edged me to the tilt of a huge orgasm. Yet I did as she ordered me to. I slowed my fingering…hoping that I wouldn’t again have an involuntary orgasm as I had earlier. Then she came closer to the edge of the table, and took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She placed her hand on mine. I knew instinctively what she wanted me to do, and I did it. I started fingering her, sliding my fingers up inside her, coating them in her love juice, sliding over her large clit for several minutes until I could tell she was on edge as well. And then I slipped two fingers all the way into her vagina and my thumb over her clit, just the way I liked it when I masturbated. And she slid hers into me at the same time. Seconds later we both collapsed with vibrating orgasms as she fell on top of me, fingers still inside of me, and mine in hers. Her breasts pressed on top of mine, and her lips found mine, and we kissed, French kissed while still heaving from our orgasms. My pussy was spasming from it. And eventually she lifted up.

“See. Good girls get to expel now, Margo. “ And I did, with ferociousness.