By: Goodguy

My mother named me Edward, but my friends call me Eddie Enema. I provide a unique service for which promotions are necessarily highly discreet. One of my regular clients had become best friends with Theresa Townley, an extremely inhibited young woman who one evening, in a rare moment following one too many cocktails, confessed to my client that she had a secret desire to receive an erotic enema from a fatherly, firm-but-gentle man. Tess had administered enemas to herself from time to time, but as hard as she tried to imagine that the nozzle was being inserted by a handsome stranger, the erotic sensation tied to this fantasy failed her. I imagine my client, a pretty but somewhat aggressive woman given to several forms of sensuous ass play, probably took advantage of Tessie's drink-induced state of suggestibility and steered the conversation in such a way as to obtain her sheepish confession. At any rate, when Tessie's twenty-third birthday approached, my client arranged for Tess to receive a rather unique gift - a visit from Eddie Enema.

My client arranged for my entrance in a typically sneaky fashion. When I arrived at Tess's apartment there was my client and a very select trio of her friends, who had come under the subterfuge of giving Tess a little birthday party. The girls were part of my client's "playgroup", three bisexual women who got together regularly for fun and games.

Tess, who knew almost nothing of my client's lifestyle, had never attended the group. As I entered a table overflowing with paper plates and used napkins occupied the center of the room, along with a half-consumed birthday cake. Loud music blared over a stereo, Tess, her face a bit flushed and the top few buttons open on her sleeveless blouse, seemed surprised at the entrance of a male guest whom she, herself, hadn't invited. My client introduced me as Ed, and said I was a friend of her brother's who had just broken up with a girlfriend and "really needed" a social contact. My client apologized for not having told Tess earlier, but said she'd just run into me earlier that day and she felt I'd make a good match for Tess, seeing as I was a bit older and a "real nice guy" who Tess (who'd been "burned" a few times and had trouble trusting men) could relate to.

The "girls" had plotted to make sure that Tess was never without a full drink before my arrival and now, one by one, they disappeared, leaving only my client, tipsy Tess and me in the little apartment. With a devilish little smile, my client informed Tess she had a "special little surprise" for her.

"Remember the conversation we had a few weeks ago when you told me about your secret desire?"

Tessie blushed beet red, but offered no resistance, as my client confessed to her that I was, in fact, a professional practitioner of erotic stimulation, specializing in the needs of anal erotic women, and that I had been ordered to make certain she had a wonderful experience.

I knew that Tess was very inhibited and shy. My client set about to support Tess, and to insist that Tess submit, since they both knew that Tess had longed for such an experience for a long, long time. My client said she was going to see that Tess would realize her enema fantasy, and she wouldn't hear of her refusing.

Signaling for me to follow, she led Tess into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed, after which she removed Tess' shoes and positioned her in a lying position. She then proceeded to unbutton the remaining buttons on Tess' blouse, talking softly to her and then, in a few well- practiced motions, she managed to remove Tess' skirt and unbutton her brassiere.

In the meantime, I reached into a bag I had brought with me and pulled out a three-quart enema bag and hose with a short, straight rectal nozzle and a jar of Castile soap. I went into the bathroom while my client continued to talk to Tess assuringly and when I emerged with a bag full of warm soapy water, Tess' slip and bra had been removed.

My client was lightly massaging Tess' shoulders and back and Tess appeared to have relaxed considerably, though she still blushed and seemed embarrassed. I set up a stand next to the bed and hung the enema bag on it while I joined my client in massaging Tess' back. Together we placed Tess in a lying position on her stomach and my client backed away as I took over the massaging action, concentrating on Tess' shoulders and upper back but slowly working my way lower, then lower, as my client made her prearranged exit, leaving only the prone, now passive Tess and me to carry on.

Tess moaned lowly when my moving hands reached the small of her back and began their steady inroads onto the warm mound of her buttocks. With my thumbs I pressed inward on the lower part of her cheeks, compressing Tess' anus and the periphery of her vulva. Tess was breathing heavily, moaning with each motion of my thumbs. She raised her body slightly, cooperatively, as I removed the bed covers, and as I continued to massage with my left hand, I reached down with my right and slid my middle finger into her now very wet vaginal opening, then working it back and forth between her vagina and her rectal area. Tess' moans had become screams, interspersed with little cries of "oh, YES!" as well as other, less distinct exclamations.

With the left hand I continued to massage her butt and nether lips as with the right I reached down and retrieved a three-foot length of tubing, the French colon tube which I would fit onto the nozzle end of the enema hose when the time came to administer the high colonic enema which I was there to give Tess.

For now, I moved the end of the tube, not yet fitted onto the hose, up and down Tess' bottom region, between pussy and anus--back and forth, as she wreathed with pleasure sensations.

"Oh, oh!" And then it was time. Tess hadn't looked down to see what I was doing, and was apparently unaware of the colonic tube into which I now inserted the plastic enema nozzle, which looked much like a red rubber snake, the head of which I placed against Tess' little anal opening. I had managed to coat the end with a generous drop of Vaseline, and against the little opening I gently made contact with the tube's end a few times.

Tess moaned her pleasure as I began to enter it, first about a quarter-inch, in and out, her rectum now nicely lubed with Vaseline. In and out, now a little more, now a half inch, now a whole inch. Slowly, slowly working it in and almost out, then in some more. Now about three inches. Leaving the tube sticking rudely into Tess' ass, I returned to massaging her back in large circles, and talking low. "Is it comfortable?"

"Oh, yes, it feels so good!"

"I'm going to push it a bit higher, Tess, tell me if it becomes uncomfortable."

Little by very little, easing the snakelike tube up, up into Tess' rectum, up a little higher and then a little squirm.

"Ow, I just felt a little pain. Is it high enough?"

"I think so, and now relax, I'm going to release the water".

Then, "Oh, it's so nice and warm, it feels good, Eddie."

"Now, tell me if you feel any discomfort. Any cramping?"

"No, it's wonderful!" as the warm water flowed into her colon.

Then a few seconds later, "Oh, I'm cramping." I stopped the flow and reached around to massage Tess' belly. Slowly, sensually, massaging in loving little circles.

"How is that, can you take a little more?"

"I think so, the cramping's stopped." I start the warm water flowing again, until it appears as if the bag has been emptied. Again, I massaged her belly.

"How do you feel, Tess?"

"Oh, ah, not sure I can tell you - I've never felt anything like it."

And now, I worked my hands back and I spoke softly, lovingly, "Now Tess, just enjoy the sensations. Just enjoy the pleasure of your bowels bathing in this nice warm, soapy water." I continued to massage Tess' back in little strokes, as she lay there relaxing. Her trance-like state was broken suddenly.

"Oh my God, I've gotta go."

"Okay, Tess, I'm going to remove the tube. Just lie there." I gently pull the tube out about a quarter of an inch, about twelve inches remaining inside her colon, up her rectal opening. Now another inch of so out.

"Oh, Aaah! Oh my god, I've never felt anything like this. Oh, oh, oh, OH!"

About an inch remains inside. "Now, Tess, I'm going to pull the rest out. Try to hold it in, I know you want to go badly, but try not to yet." With my left hand I hold Tess' buttocks together as I jerk the end of the colon tube out all the way.

"Hold it now! " A spurt of brown water squirts out forcefully before I can reach down and find the butt plug I brought with me, but I manage to insert it just in time to avert another flood. The room suddenly smells of shit, and the bed is a disaster area as Tess waddles to the bathroom. I hear a splash and another splash, and a moan, this time not the sighs of ecstasy that had emerged from Tess' lips earlier. This was a mixture of relief and discomfort, then another splash.

She must have been in the bathroom a full fifteen minute or so before she emerged, all smiles. "Oh, God, that was great! Oh, I'm so tired, and this place is such an unbelievable mess." Tess wrapped herself in a bathrobe and lay down on the sofa.

As for me, I had done my job. Tess had had a wonderful experience. I would collect my fee from my client who had given Tess the best birthday present she'd ever had, maybe ever would have.

As for my client, I'm sure there was something in this for her. Tess would probably join the playgroup and get her enemas henceforth from her, unless she chose to call the unlisted number I left her on the business card I left on his dresser before I walked out wordlessly. "

Eddie Enema, Private Services, by appointment only.

Story by Goodguy