Just after I had turned 18, I met my Aunt Margaret at her house for clandestine ENEMA sessions....every Saturday! For the entire Summer! Sessions that were incredibly Erotic, highly satisfying, and went on for HOURS!! The result was sheer bliss! Aunt Margaret was a nurse who worked in a hospital and loved her job. But more than anything, she loved giving Enemas. LOVED it! It all began when she was 16, when she gave her cousin Robbie an Enema using her Aunt's equipment and watched him ejaculate. The look and feel of that Vintage Enema equipment and the power she felt when she made him cum got her hooked. Big time! It's probably why she became a nurse....and why she liked young boys! Margaret was very good looking and very sure of herself. Having been a dancer all through college, she had great legs (and a great ass!). By the time I was 18, she was in her early 50's and had lots of experience giving Enemas. She was still very attractive, had firm 36D breasts, great legs and a great ass. She bore an amazing resemblance to Betty Page (her hero). She wore low cut blouses that showcased her amazing breasts, loved lingerie, and wore a garter belt and stockings almost every day. Her skirts were short, and often times would ride high on her thighs so you could see the straps of her garter belt. That always caught my eye. She knew she was sexy and flaunted it, and I think she knew I found her attractive. She was intoxicating. I was one of those kids that started getting Enemas at age five by my mother and came to find them highly stimulating... sexual even... by age 10! I loved having my temperature taken (rectally of course), which happened on a very regular basis....the moment my mother suspected something might be wrong with me. I would often fake being sick just so she would take my temperature which was almost always followed by my staying home from school and getting an ENEMA. Sometimes two or even three.!! It was the highlight of my week whenever it happened, and I savored it for hours after! How could I not! I would fall asleep still savoring it, and yes, even dream about it. I had LOTS of Enema dreams!! They were always highly Erotic and occasionally caused wet dreams. I knew Margaret was a nurse, and I would often fantasize and occasionally dream about her taking my temperature (rectally, of course!) and giving me Enemas. She just had that air about her... the Dominant Nurse.... which was very appealing to me! We were both rather fond of each other, to be quite honest. I remember she once commented about how handsome I was, and once, as I was climbing the stairs in front of her, she whispered “Love his cute little ass!!"

My Mother and I would visit Margaret often, and one day, by happenstance, I discovered her "little secret"! While they were in the kitchen gabbing about something, I found a book hidden under her sofa in the living room, by the artist Barbara O'Toole. It was a book FULL of Erotic drawings of mature women giving teenage boys Enemas, taking their temperature (rectally), and giving them over the knee spankings (OTK). I had no idea such erotic drawings even existed! One of the pages was dog-eared, telling me this was a page she was especially fond of… a mature woman sitting on the edge of a bed, with a young boy straddled across her lap naked, his ass cheeks fully exposed, as she’s about to take his temperature! I breathed out heavily! WHEW! Just the thought of it!! I immediately imagined it was me and Margaret, of course, holding that rectal thermometer! It was also the page where she kept a sticky note that read "Remember to ask Helen when was Jeremy’s last Enema." (Helen was my mom). OMG!! Within seconds I had a huge hard on! As I mentioned, I had experienced numerous Enemas growing up, but my Mother stopped giving them to me an age eleven. As I stared at the Erotic pictures in this book, I realized how much I missed them. They had become sexual for me, and just the sight of Enema equipment made me aroused. I did NOT want Margaret (or my Mom) to know I had found this book, so after about three or four minutes of looking at it in sheer delight, I put it back where I had found it....just in time as they were walking into the living room. Close call! Margaret said "Your mother and I are going to the flea market for a bit. You want to come along or just stay here and watch TV?" I told them I'd prefer to stay, so off they went. As soon as their car was out of sight, I hurried upstairs. I had always wanted to see inside Margaret's bedroom, but she kept the door locked. I knew she was hiding something….( I sensed it)…and was dying to know what! I kept thinking that one day she would forget to lock the door and I'd get my chance. My heart was beating fast as I approached her door. Would this be the day? I reached for the knob, turned it, and "click"....the door opened! Holy shit! I was finally going to see inside her room!! I was incredibly excited... I mean, I had to find out more about this woman who kept this book of Mature women giving Enemas to young teenage boys... like me! I first looked in her drawers and then her closet. I saw all her sexy lingerie, garter belts, stockings, G-string panties, corsets, brassiers. Vintage lingerie. All different colors and all VERY sexy! Then I made my way into her bathroom. There was a closet door in the bathroom, so I opened it and turned on the light. I nearly fainted! "WHOA!" I blurted out. Lo and behold, in her large walk-in closet...OMG!!....right before my very eyes....was an ENORMOUS supply of ENEMA EQUIPMENT!!!!!! FUCK!!!! It was like I had died and gone to heaven!! Twenty or more ENEMA bags (various sizes and colors...mostly red!)...some hanging on hooks, others in boxes; numerous hoses (ready to be attached and put into service). Metal shut-off clamps (the kind that made that loud "CLICK"). Higginson pumps; several dozen Enema nozzles in a metal tray (mostly black...all different sizes and shapes); several bulb syringes with long thick nozzles attached; a tray of over a dozen rectal thermometers; Butt plugs; anal dilators; white metal Enema cans (various sizes); Boxes of black latex gloves, several jars of Vaseline, tubes of KY jelly, bottles of Castille soap and bars of Ivory soap; and...spanking paddles! "Holy shit!" It was an amazing collection! She had everything!! She was seriously into this!! A Professional Enema Nurse!! I struggled to catch my breath. I could barely contain my excitement! Now I know why she kept her door locked. WOW! She was an ENEMA NURSE extraordinaire! And someone who liked to spank young tushies! The sight of all those Enema bags, hoses, nozzles, bulb syringes rectal thermometers, and paraphernalia made me dizzy. And of course, as you might suspect, I had a HUGE erection! Then I noticed another door at the end of her bathroom. "What could possibly be in here," I thought as I opened the door. It was dark so I turned on the light. BAM! "OH....MY.....GOD!!" It was her ENEMA ROOM...... where she conducted her Enema Sessions! "WHOA!!" Most prominent was a padded administering table in the center of the room. Stirrups were hanging down from the ceiling.... two adjustable chains with leather ankle straps attached. There were mirrors on all four walls as well as the ceiling. Spotlights and cameras were strategically positioned around the room....for extreme viewing and filming! In the corner was an IV stand for hanging Enema bags. There was a rolling tray.... for placing thermometers, KY, Vaseline, bulb syringes and whatever else she needed while she was involved in an ENEMA Session. I stood there mesmerized by all of this and immediately began to fantasize about being up on that table, completely naked, my ass fully exposed. I couldn't help myself. I climbed up onto the table on all fours and looked back at my ass in the mirror. OMG, what an Erotic rush I got! All I could think about was how much I would LOVE to be up here, completely naked, with Margaret in the background filling up a large red bag as she prepared to give me an ENEMA! Was she in fact fantasizing about that very same thing! Please let that be true! She had a thing for me, and I knew it! These thoughts were whirling through my head as I made my way back to her closet to get another look at all her glorious equipment. And that's when I got caught. "Found out", I should say. As I was holding up one of her Enema bags, Margaret entered the closet. "Well....! What do we have here? I believe someone likes ENEMAS!" she said as she stared at my stiff penis about to pop out the top of my jeans. She knew right then and there what she had in me. Oh, yes, she did! And by the look on her face, I could tell she was quite pleased! I was outed! My face was red as a beet. I apologized profusely and ran downstairs, but the damage had been done. Margaret now knew ALL about me! Within minutes, we were out of there...my Mom and I. I was quiet the whole way home as I began to process the fact that I not only knew Margaret's little secret but she knew mine as well...that I liked (ok, "loved") getting ENEMAS! "What's going to come of this?" I thought. One week later, I had my answer!! (to be continued!)