She walked in the door and knew something was wrong. He was sitting next to her computer with a frown on his face.

"Hi, Honey" she said brightly.

"Hi...I want to talk to you about some websites you've been going to" he said not smiling back.

She immediately realized he had looked in her cache and seen all!

"You seem to enjoy sites about enemas" he said. "Is this why you haven't been interested in sex lately? Well, dear, I'll be happy to grant your fantasy. Go get undressed"

She didn't even argue. She went to the bedroom and began to disrobe. He walked in and went into the bathroom. She could hear water running and things bumping around.

He came out and nodded in approval of her naked state. He sat on a chair and gestured for her to come to him. She walked up to him, noticing the KY on the desk beside him. She glanced at him questioningly as he took her arm and pulled her over his lap, placing a hand firmly on her back. He then quietly squeezed out the KY on his finger, opened her cheeks with his other hand and she felt him enter her. She put her hands back there to push him away and he simply slapped them away. This was the first time she had ever regretted marrying someone with such long, thick fingers as he pushed in and out, then added another finger, then another. She was trying to squirm away but his strong arm prevented it as he continued to fuck her anus with all three fingers. Finally, he removed his fingers and let her stand. Her hands immediately went to her back side and he slapped them away.

"I'll teach you to try to touch yourself there" he said. He went into her closet and got a long scarf. Then came back to her and tied her arms to her sides where she couldn't bend them forward or reach behind her.

He then got up and led her into the bathroom. She could feel the KY between her cheeks as she walked, struggling to get away. He jerked her along with him. She gasped as she saw the equipment. A large enema bag was hanging from the shower door, barely a foot above the floor. At the end was an Inflatable nozzle, glistening with lubricant. He pulled her to the thick towels on the floor on her knees and then bent her forward. Once again his long thick fingers invaded her. They finally left her only to be replaced by the feel of the Inflatable nozzle. He gently twisted it until it entered her and then began inflating them. First inside, then out.

"I have decided to give you a long slow enema. The low height will allow only a trickle to go into you. It should take about 2 hours but you MUST take all 2 quarts. I will come back and check on you ever 15-20 minutes" he said as she heard the "click" and then he left.

"This should be easy" she thought. She couldn't feel anything at all. He came in 20 minutes later and asked how she was doing. She really only felt slightly full and told him so. He left.

The next 30 minutes began to show effect. She was beginning to feel very full and could tell the bag was only half empty. He hadn't put any soap in, thank God. He came back and checked the bag. He could tell she wasn't in distress yet and left. The next 30 minutes seemed like hours. She looked up and could see there was still at least a quarter of the bag to go. She couldn't wait another 30 minutes! She rose up with difficulty and managed to get the bag off the hook with her shoulder where it fell to the floor. Remembering she had to take all of the enema, she leaned forward and tried to push on the bag with her shoulder, to force the rest in. Her knee slipped and she fell on the bag. The rest of the contents GUSHED inside her. She lay there gasping for a moment and then realized she had to get the bag back up on the door handle. Picking it up with her teeth finally, she almost had it back up when she heard his footsteps!

"Well, dear, I see you decided to take matter into your own hands and have failed miserably" he said as his eyes took in the sight of the empty bag and her predicament. "Did you think this would speed your enema along?"

She looked at him with fear and some pain, as the enema was really tugging inside since her straining to pick the bag up. The look in his eyes made her sob as she realized she had gotten herself into a situation where her agony was going to be prolonged.

"Yes, Dear" he said. "Your enema was not to be over for another half and hour and then you were to hold it for another 15 minutes. Looks like you will be holding all 2 quarts for 45 minutes now"

She groaned, knowing he would not allow her any relief. He sat on the toilet, quietly talking to her as she panted, trying to keep the spasms at bay. Finally, the time had come and he pulled her to her feet and lead her to the toilet. He released the Inflatable nozzle and she immediately felt it gushing out. He left.

After she had finished and cleaned up, she walked into the bedroom to find him sitting on the chair, waiting for her. The KY next to him on the desk.

She started to run to the door, but he got up and caught her.

"Did you really think I was done yet?" he asked. She sniffed and shook her head. He pulled her over his lap and started the procedure all over again, one finger, then two, then three. Just as she was ready to orgasm, he pulled her to her feet and lead her into the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet as she watched him fill the bag again. She burst into sobs as she watched him place it at the same low height and secure it with wire to the handle so she could not knock it off.

Two hours later: He comes back to see her squirming on the floor, the bag empty. He makes her retain another 15 minutes and leads her to the toilet. As she sits down, she sees the 7" dildo on the counter with KY. He laughs as he sees her look and reaches for it, lubricating it copiously. As he deflates the balloons and pulls the nozzle out, she feels the dildo take its place as he inserts it's full length into her.

"You must now hold your enema for 100 strokes. I will take the dildo out after ever 25 strokes to relubricate, but you must NOT lose your enema" he says. "Begin counting now and if you miscount, we start all over again"

"One, two,,,three........." she manages to keep her mind together enough to keep the count as he continues to plunge the large phallus in and out, only stopping to relube every 25 strokes.

Finally, she reaches 100 and he allows her to release her enema. It seems to take forever to leave her body as she slumps over in exhaustion. When she finally finishes, she hears a rolling sound and looks up to see him rolling in a cart that has been padded. He pushes it in front of where she is sitting on the toilet and positions it where her arms can reach.

She looks at him questioningly thinking surely he is done!

"This is the last of your punishment, my dear" he says "Now you must take another 2 quarts and as you are expelling, another 2 quarts which will be held up by the hook on the ceiling making the force of the water very severe"

He leads her back to the towels on the floor and replaces the Inflatable nozzle with a very thick douche nozzle. The bag is hung about 2 feet above her hips and he inserts the nozzle. He unclamps the hose and she feels water flowing into her immediately. He clamps the hose each time she has a cramp, but reminds her that she must take every drop.

Finally, the bag flattens and he removes the nozzle, brings her to her feet and back to the toilet. He tells her she has to hold her enema as he refills the bag and hangs it from the ceiling hook. He unties her arms and makes her rest on the cart in front...making her stay over the toilet but half standing and half bent over the cart. She feels the thick nozzle reenter her and some of her enema squirts out just as she hears the "click". The water hits her bowels with the force of a garden hose! She tries to expel as fast as she can as she feels more water running into her than out. Her belly is expanding instead of deflating! Every time she relaxes and doesn't expel, even more water goes into her. She is frantically trying to release water faster than the bag but cannot.

As the bag finally empties, he pulls the nozzle from her and replaces it with the dildo. She is groaning with the pressure inside of her but knows better than to lose any of the water. She is sure there are at least 3 quarts of water inside of her now.

"It's time to start counting again" he says......