I met her through an ad. I was captivated by our conversations before we met and apparently so was she. We talked for hours about everything. After several hours of talking on the phone we decided to meet and go to an quilt exhibit.

I drove to her apartment and she buzzed me in. She was actually quite attractive. Plus she was pleasantly odd. She had an innocence and confusion which made her seem simply adorable.

She was a nurse, working part time while she also worked on her PhD.

Our date went well and I left her apartment feeling excited anticipating the joy of continuing to “fall” in love. I did not know exactly what she was feeling, but I imagined it to be similar to what I was feeling. We went on several dates, each concluding without any sexual contact, even though my fantasies were racing ahead to consummation.

On the fourth or fifth date, she invited me over for dinner. However, anxiety or excitement or a combination of the two had quelled my appetite and I told her so. Unexpectedly, and with some embarrassment she then said, “Ya know I’m a nurse and I was just wondering, after getting to know you now, if your lack of appetite might be coming from some kind of constipation?”

Her comment was so casual and matter of fact and innocent, that I found myself answering with a “Well, it might be.” To which she responded with a “Well, I think I can solve that for you.”

“What do you mean by solving it?” I said.

“Well come here and I’ll show you” she said.

She rose off of the sofa and walked a few steps to a hallway which led to her bedroom and the bathroom. As I followed her a few steps behind, she lifted her arm as she passed her bedroom and flicked on the light switch in the bedroom as she said, “Go in there and sit down and I’ll show you.”

I went into her bedroom and sat on her bed. It was a queen sized bed on an old brass frame. The room held two old oak dressers. One had a mirror above it. There was a nondescript night table next to the bed that had a light with a small pink shade, a box of Kleenex, and a digital alarm radio.

As I was taking this in she called from the other room, “Take off your shirt and shoes and sox and jeans”. To my response of “What!!!?” she simply repeated herself.

“Uhm Kathy, this is weird. Why do you want me to take off my clothes?”

“Because this treatment will require me gaining access to your lower gut, actually through your rectum.”

“Do you mean you want me to be naked?”

“Hell, I’m a nurse and I can separate nursing from dating. Anyway if you don’t like it or you feel uncomfortable we can stop. But this will make you feel a lot better.”

“Do you have a towel or something I can cover myself with?” I replied.

“Yeah. Come here and I’ll give it to you.”

I went to the bathroom and found her barefoot and in a tee shirt and bikini bottom. She looked quite hot. “How come you’ve changed?” was all I could think of saying.

“Wearing that skirt and blouse was uncomfortable and more for entertaining. If I am going to be nursing, I prefer to be more casual.”

“But you’re in your underwear!”

“A tee shirt is a tee shirt and the bikini bottoms are from a swimming suit. Here’s the towel and I’ll be in there in a minute.”

“What is this treatment anyway?”

“A very mild natural stimulant”

I went back to the room and took off my shoes and sox and shirt and jeans and sat there in my underpants feeling weird. I put the towel around my waist.

She sauntered in with what looked like a metal pitcher and a towel.

“What is that?”

“Take off your underpants without removing the towel and get on the bed and lie on your stomach.”

She was wearing rubber gloves.

I got on the bed on my stomach, but said, “Why do I have to take my pants off?”

“Because I am going to touch your anus.”

“Well, OK”

I pulled my underpants down while keeping the towel on and kicked them off of my feet, then reached down and grabbed them and put them near my head. I then raised myself on my elbows and looked back at her over my left shoulder.

She had put the pitcher on a hook at the top of the bedstead and then I saw that it was an enema can with a hose coming out of the bottom. I began to simultaneously feel scared and excited, not wanting to proceed and wanting to at the same time.

Of course she was standing next to my shoulder and as I looked up I a black nozzle that was at least six inches long and at least an inch wide, which intensified my feelings of excitement and fear. She reached over and pulled the towel off of me and sat down behind me near my knee. With her left hand she gently pushed my shoulder down so that I was lying fully prone on the bed. Neither of us had said a word.

Once I was prone she put her right hand between my legs and spread my legs apart. She then said “I need your help here. Put your hands behind you and spread your cheeks a bit for me.” I silently complied and she put her right index finger, now covered with lubricant, to my waiting anus and began to massage it in slow circles, finally slipping it inside of me and working it up to the palm of her hand before withdrawing it and reinserting it again and again.

I reached underneath myself to position my now erect penis in a more comfortable position, with the head pointing towards my navel. She put two fingers into my anus and continued to insert and withdraw and reinsert her fingers all the way in. “I need to do this for a few minutes first” she said. “I need to relax your muscles so that I can insert the nozzle, which as you saw is of a good size.”

I just lay there getting harder and harder. I thrust myself ever so gently onto the sheet to relieve the building excitement. Kathy inserted three fingers simultaneously into my relaxed anus and after several insertions put all of the fingers on her hand into me.

“I have never had an experience quite like this before” I said.

“See, it’s pleasant, isn’t it” she replied without stopping. “Constipation can come from tension and this helps release that tension. Ya know Freud talked about constipation and sexual tension as being similar.”

I had never heard that before, and wondered what she would say next.

“You are doing very well”she said and pulled out her hand for the last time. She had been inserting and withdrawing her fingers for close to five minutes and I had closed my eyes. I waited for her to reinsert her fingers but instead she inserted the big nozzle. It easily slipped in and she skillfully manipulated the insertion so that the penis like device was in to the hilt. She moved it in and out and began to fill me with water slowly without saying a word.

I was caught with fear amidst my sexual excitement, but she must have read my mind and said, “Tell me if this gets uncomfortable at any time. I am letting the water go in very slowly.” After a few minutes she said, “About half has gone in.” and proceeded to begin to withdraw and then insert the nozzle in a rhythmic fashion. “Bring your right knee up to your hip and turn on your left side so that you are facing away from me.”

As I did so, I felt the flat of her right palm on my buttocks and the tips of her fingers on my testicles as she made sure the nozzle remained fully inserted. She put her left hand on my left hip and then slid her hand down and grabbed my erection.

“Remember what I said about Freud?” she asked. Before I could answer she said, “The idea behind this enema is not to stretch you to your limit but to comfortably fill you. I am only going to put in as much as you can comfortably hold, which at this point is about a quart. How are you feeling?”

“OK”

She kept hold of my erection while simultaneously holding the nozzle in with the flat of her palm as the flow continued towards the two quart mark. “ OK Nicky, just roll over onto your back: The enema is just about finished, but before you can expel it you will need to have a big orgasm. I am just going to continue to stimulate your rectum and penis until that happens. As you might be noting already, it doesn’t take much stimulation and the feelings are probably much more intense than those that occur when your intestines are not distended with nearly two quarts of water. The treatment produces a deep body orgasm which permits the entire intestine to have complete yet relaxing peristalsis, allowing the bowel to empty completely”

All I could say was a brief “uh huh” as I felt a warm tingly feeling in the bottom of my feet and in the six inches surrounding the enema nozzle as an intense orgasm began to course up through my legs and deep into my rectum, testicles and whole penis. She continued to pump the nozzle in and out, while I abandoned any pretense of modesty and began to stroke my penis and testicles with her, experiencing one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. Each spasm was big and deep and warm and wonderful. The spasms continued longer than usual and with much force, followed by a deep and profound feeling of relaxation and calm.

Somewhere in the course of the orgasm she stopped the flow of water and I just lay there feeling pleasantly full and totally relaxed. I continued to rub myself and she continued to help.

Finally I stopped and she reached over and got a wash cloth to clean up the huge puddle of ejaculate which was now lying on my stomach. As she did so I began to experience the beginnings of an urge to evacuate.

I told her I had to go, and she helped me up. “I am going to keep the nozzle in as we go to the toilet.” she said. As I got up she looked at me and with the palm of her hand still on my buttocks, moved her face to mine and kissed me putting her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me once again and then quietly said, “Take your time eliminating. When you’re done I want you to give me an enema just like I gave one to you.”