By: Colontherapist

It was a rainy afternoon that found us winding our way up the California coast, about thirty minutes from San Francisco. The pressure in my belly had been building for some time and a right cheek sneak seemed the only answer. I had met Maryann earlier in the summer, and despite a couple of marathon make-out sessions at my apartment (two floors below hers), we were still on our best behavior.

"John, that was disgusting. What crawled up into you and died?"

"Uhhh... sorry. Let me open the window for a minute."

"You know what? What you need is a good cleaning out. Have you ever had an enema, John?"

"Uhhhh...."

I didn't answer. But the mention of "enema" made my heart skip a beat. My mom had given me an enema once as a small child and the intrigue had never stopped. In high school, I screwed up my courage and bought a travel douche syringe at the drug store. This pitiful rig featured a heat sealed vinyl bag, and flimsy vinyl hose which would kink when it was stored and it had a unpleasant plastic smell. But it came with a tiny enema tip and from time to time I would steal away into the bathroom and experiment with it. I was never able to introduce more than a cup or two before becoming frightened that I was damaging my insides and I would scurry onto the toilet. In my junior year, I had an epiphany while reading a book I found called Back to Eden. The book touted the regular use of enemas consisting of two quarts or more.

This started a series of experiments to see if I could possible get two quarts inside of me. My technique was terrible, and in our small house I was always on the verge of being discovered, but during one eventful session a curious thing happened. I was on my back and holding the little nozzle into my behind with my right hand. I had developed an enormous erection as I always did and perhaps a quart of water had entered me and the pressure was becoming extreme. But I just lay there gritting my teeth. The pressure started to become a bit painful and suddenly I realized I was going to have an orgasm. And I did. A glorious orgasm without even my penis. Immediately, the water began to rush into me and I quickly shut it off, ashamed of what I was doing, and now somewhat revolted that I was taking the enema. What had been so titillating, became distasteful. I cleaned up and put everything away. Yet later in the day, I was once again drawn to this curious fascination of the enema.

Senior year and college came quickly, and between sports, girlfriends, and a million activities, I had essentially retired my enema bag and thought about it only occasionally. That is until now, when MaryAnn jolted my consciousness.

"When we get back to my apartment, I'm going to give you a good cleaning out and I don't want to hear any argument from you."

I said nothing, but I felt the bulge of an erection growing in my pants. Maryann was perhaps six or seven years older than I, and a nurse at UCSF Medical Center. She seemed quite sophisticated and I took a subordinate roll to her in our brief relationship; doing as she asked, going where she wanted to go, and just happy to be along for the ride with such a lovely creature that had taken an interest in me. Though I am pretty smart, I was pretty naive at this point in my life and my experience with women was pretty limited. ......

"Get out of your wet clothes, and take a nice hot shower," Maryann suggested. "There are some clean towels on the shelf over the toilet. Don't lock the door. I need some things in there. I'll be back in a minute. I'm going to look for a movie we can watch later."

I did as I was told and but I was very curious about the previous mention of an enema. Nothing had been said since the comment in the car and I certainly wasn't about to ask for it by name. I took my time in the shower.

"Hey, I went down to your apartment and brought you a tee shirt and some sweats. I hope that was okay. I'll leave them on the counter for you. Hurry up. I want to take a shower before you use up all the hot water."

I finished up, dried off, and put on the tee shirt and sweat bottoms Maryann had so thoughtfully brought for me. As I came out, she swished by me carrying her own sweats into the bathroom.

"Hop on the bed and turn on the TV. I'll be out in a second."

Maryann's shower was quick, but afterwards she seemed to fidget forever in the bathroom the way girls do. When she came out my heart stopped. She was carrying a very large black enema bag the was bulging and wet. It had a long black hose that ended in some sort of amber colored medical contraption I had never seen in my life. I was stunned but found myself becoming extremely aroused.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," she said, reading the expression on my face.

"Uhhh... I..." was about all I could say.

"You'll feel right as rain after this and I won't have to endure any more of that lethal gas you've been manufacturing."

Maryann carried the apparatus into the walk-in closet and emerged pushing an IV pole with the bag suspended from it. I guess working at a hospital had its benefits. She wheeled this over to the bed and returned to the bathroom to fetch a couple of towels. One of the towels was laid out on the bed, and the amber contraption was carefully untangled and a tube of KY jelly from the nightstand was placed beside it.

"What IS that?" I asked unable to contain my curiosity.

"Here. Make a loose fist for me. Let's pretend that your finger and thumb are your bottom," she said as she pushed her finger into my palm to demonstrate. She then picked up the tip of the apparatus and poked it in where her finger had been. "I put his part into your bottom, then blow it up like this." She squeezed on an attached puffer bulb and I could feel the ballon expanding in my hand. It grew to the size of a tennis ball. "Now, I pump up this one," she said as she inflated another balloon just outside my fist trapping my thumb and forefinger between the two balloons. "See. Simple. Quick, easy, no leaks."

"Oh my god," was all I could say, stunned by what I had seen.

"Relax," she said. "I won't hurt you. This is designed for comfort not torture."

Maryann sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a towel over her lap.

"Okay, off with your pants and lie over my lap so I can put this thing in."

This was a pivotal moment for me as neither of us had seen the other naked. It didn't help that I had a raging erection and was fairly modest about my body. I was certainly well proportioned, but just a bit uneasy. But MaryAnn was running the show and I was just happy to be along for the ride. I slipped my sweats to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Well, I'm glad you're happy to see me." Maryann smiled as she stared at my crotch.

Maryann spread her legs a bit and pushed the towel down between them leaving a valley to accomodate me. I self-consciously climbed onto her lap, and put my head on a pillow. I felt Maryann shift her legs until my penis was trapped between her thighs and which point she closed them tightly, effectively holding me down.

"Now I'm just going to lube you up a bit first."

I heard the KY being squeezed and relished what was about to happen. Maryann's warm finger slid into my bottom. No one had ever done this to me before and it felt strange, and weird, and fantastic. It was an almost electric feeling.

"Not so bad, huh?"

I felt her finger exploring and it touched something in there that almost made me come on the spot. She rubbed the spot for just a moment and then pulled her finger out.

"Okay, here it comes. This might stretch a little."

I felt Maryann begin to wiggle the tip of the apparatus into me expertly and to my surprise it didn't hurt a bit. In fact the stimulation felt wonderful. After some pushing and wiggling the deflated balloon was inside of me.

"I'm filling up the ballon now, just like in your hand."

She began squeezing one of the bulbs - the type you see on a blood pressure tester - and I could feel the thing growing inside of me. It began to feel huge, but it was not painfull. It began to put pressure on that same spot she massaged for a moment and it felt as if some fluid was being pushed out of the tip of my penis.

"Okay, the other one and we are almost ready."

The other balloon felt good as it grew between my buns holding them apart. It was slippery with KY and I tested the feeling by squeezing my sphincter muscles. Very nice.

"How ya doing? Why don't you slide off of me, and I'll but a towel down and you can lie down on your back. Don't worry, the nozzle can't slip out of you."

I was self conscious again as I stood up and exposed my erection. But I did as I was told and lie there with my soldier at full attention, twitching now and then from the powerful feelings coming from my anus. I could see a bit of clear fluid oozing from the tip. Maryann went to the drawer of her nightstand and produced four bracelet looking things. They looked like overgrown watchbands but with a soft furry lining.

"Give me your arm," Maryann commanded politely.

"What.... why..."

"Just give me your arm, John. This is how I this. I'm not going to hurt you."

I allowed Maryann to place a bracelet on each of my wrists and ankles. I had a good idea of what was coming and this was confirmed as she produced some white webbing, kind of like a very heavy ribbon and secured my hands over my head to the headboard. She spread my legs and secured each ankle to the foot at the bed corners. I suddenly was overcome by a huge sense of misgiving as I realized this wasn't pretend, I was actually bound to the bed. It was an overwhelming feeling to be bound tight, the nozzle inflated in my bottom, and staring at a hugh bulging enema bag hanging high a couple of feet away. My erection twitched more. I was scared, thrilled, stimulated, and horny all at the same time. I took solace in the fact that Maryann was a nurse and she wouldn't somehow damage me.

"So, John are you ready? Not that you can do anything about it." She laughed, but then gave me a smile that me melt. "But I think we're going to have to do something about that erection. It might keep the water from flowing in."

Maryann squirted a glob of KY jelly into her hand and reached between my legs and rubbed it over my scrotum. She began gently massaging my balls, sqeezing, stretching, rolling them. It felt incredible. But the next thing that happened was beyond my wildest expectations. Maryann leaned her head down, took the tip of my penis in her mouth and began sucking me expertly. She continued massaging my balls and I was squirming around like a fish out of water but unable move much due to the restraints. It was but a few seconds before I exploded in her mouth. She continued to suck me until I was dry. I convulsed for what seemed like minutes. Maryann kept up the sucking and rubbing until I was almost in pain from the heightened sensitivity that comes after orgasm.

I was totally spent at this point. I wanted to kiss her. Put my arms around her. Cuddle. Go to sleep. The last thing I wanted at this point was an enema. My desire for an enema goes from 10 to 0 after orgasm. I had noticed this since I was a kid. I would crave and crave and enema, but once I got to an orgasm, that was it. Over. Done. The thought of an enema somehow changed from the most delicious and erotic thing I could think of, to the worst, most humiliating, painful and disgusting medical procedure imaginable. Why? I don't know.

"Okay, that's better," she said, giving me a huge smile. "Very nice, John. I enjoyed that."

Maryann got up from the bed and walking over to the IV pole, flicked the clamp on the hose and instantly, I felt cold water rushing into me. Quickly it turned warm but I was hating every minute of it.

"Maryann. I don't really need this. You can...."

"Shhhh.... John. You DO really need this. Just let me do this. But you let me know if you have any cramping. Just be a big boy and I'll help you take the whole bag. Don't worry we are going to do this very slowly."

Maryanne went back to her drawer and produced a bottle of hand lotion which she smeared on my belly and began kneeding and massaging it. I could hear the water gurgling inside of me. But, I was now hating this. I just wanted to get it over with. Maryann reached over and slid the hose clamp down where it could be reached from the bed and stopped the water. Fortunately, I hadn't had any cramping yet.

"It looks like I completely killed your poor little penis. Maybe this will help."

Maryann stood up straight and pulled her sweat pants down to the floor. Then she pulled off her tee shirt and stood in front of me completely nude. She was beautiful.

"I don't know about you, but this whole thing is making me really horny," she said as she reached her middle finger between her legs and rubbed it in and out. She then took her wet finger and rubbed it under my nose. The smell was better than any perfume and I felt a flutter of life in my penis once again. She reached down and ever so gently stroked me and I began to engorge again.

"Oops. Almost forgot about the enema." she reached over and flicked the clamp and I felt the pressure building again. She continued massaging my belly but every so often would reach down and stroke my penis which was close to rock hard once again. I realized I was enjoying the enema again. It felt good. I wanted more. Bring it on. I'll take the whole damn bag.

"Ewww..." I cried out as a wave of cramping started.

"Okay," she said stopping the flow and working the cramp out of my belly. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly." She magically made the cramps subside. "You're doing great. You're over half done. When you're finished, I want you to do this to me."

Did I hear her right? She was going to let me give her an enema. My erection was about to burst. I noticed that the bag was collapsing fairly quickly now but I ran into another wave of cramps.

"Ohh..." I cried.

But this time she did not stop the flow. Bending down, once again she gave me an incredible blow job. I came almost immediately but I was bucking violently from the intensity of the orgasm. But my belly felt as if I was going to explode. I looked at the bag, it was hanging there deflated and empty.

"I've got to go."

"I know sweety. Let me untie you. You did great."

We marched into the bathroom, enema equiment in tow, and Maryann helped me sit on the toilet with the hoses coming up between my legs. She opened a valve and all at once I began to empty in a torrent as the nozzle popped out of me.

"Good boy. You take all the time you want. I'm going to go make us some tea."