This is perhaps a common story but to me it is unique and caused this strange but pleasurable enema syndrome that I am now hooked on. I have read a number of stories, most fiction but some true, particularly first time enemas which caused for the recipient a lifetime fetish. But my enema hang-up started as an adult, albeit a young 18. I had been bothered by some continuing constipation problems and I had been straining on the toilet. I realized that I could cause some hemorrhoid problems and I asked coworker (female) what I should do. She suggested an enema or rather a series of enemas. Evidently this was what she used for her own bowel problems. She told me what equipment I should buy and how to take an enema. This was the extent of her help and I expected no more. Her explanation was complete - I thought. I bought the enema bag and as I remember, it was in a green oblong box with a glassine window to view the syringe. I bought it without embarrassment since I had at that time no sense of any wrongness about enemas. It was to me just a common medical procedure that had no sexual overtones.

I brought it to my apartment. I was at that time living independently of my mother. (I knew no father.) I unpacked the package and then realized that it was more complicated than I thought. How to hang, what kind of solution. where to lie, how to inject, how much??? I was afraid of harming myself and what I thought were simple instructions became in my mind very complex.

Across the hall in my apartment building a young lady lived, her name Phyllis. We were casually acquainted - short on coffee, the proverbial cup of sugar were exchanged. We shared some reading matter. I was never really invited into her apartment for a tete-a-tete nor she in mine. But this time I felt I could use some help. So I knocked at her door with my enema bag still boxed in my hand and asked if I could come in for a few minutes. "Of course," she said and I entered. Since it was in the evening she was wearing her bathrobe. I assumed she had her nightgown on under it. I explained my situation and showed her the enema that I had purchased. She took it out of the box and held it up - not yet a still-life of erotica in my mind. It was still only a fountain syringe.

Then she went into her bathroom and took out her enema bag and we compared them - very similar indeed. Phyllis told me that she also used an enema to help her move her bowels and that she would be glad to explain the procedure. She took me to her bathroom and turned on the water in the sink and adjusted the temp. She felt the water with her hand and then let me feel the water. To my hand it was rather warm and she said that the water should be warm enough to relax the bowel system yet not be so hot as to harm the inner bowel lining. Her explanation that the water should be warm enough so that the hand can tolerate it without taking the hand away because of the heat.

To this day I still test the water the way Phyllis originally taught me. She told me that I needed a place to hang the bag in the bedroom - either a hook or a nail so that I could take the enema lying on the bed. She suggested a knee-chest position for best results. She gave me some Vaseline for the insertion of the nozzle. I asked her how much soap I should put into the solution (this was the recipe my coworker had told me to use). Phyllis said no to the soap. She explained that it only irritated the rectum and the results with plain water were just as efficacious. There were a number of other things she told me that I don't remember but I was confident that I could now take an enema on my own and thanking her I left for my apartment.

Although there was some intimacy in our conversation - after all, talking about an enema for a half an hour including undressing, insertion, and relieving oneself - it was still not of a sexual nature (I thought at the time). I closed the door behind me, put the bag down and started to undress. The knock at my the door surprised me. My "Who is it?" was answered by "Phyllis." Since my pants had been taken off, I asked her to wait a moment and grabbed my bathrobe. She came in a bit flushed I thought.

Perhaps in retrospect I am remembering things that were not there. But I'm pretty sure she was somewhat flustered when she opened her hand and showed me a black ebonite douche pipe. Of course, at that time I knew nothing about black ebonite douche pipes but Phyllis told me that the small enema pipette that came with the set would too easily slip out of the rectum. The other pipe in my enema set had a huge - in my eyes at the time - bulb which I later found out was generally used for female douching. Phyllis said that the douche pipe she was holding would better fit the rectum and the spray arrangement would not irritate the sensitive lining of the rectum as did the enema single large hole jet. It was about 5 or 6 inches long and had a gentle curve in it. Later I found out that the curve accommodated the curve of the vagina when used as a douche. I thanked her but she did not leave and then blurted out that she would be glad to give me my enema. She explained that she had given enemas to other people in her family and she felt that a first enema should be given by someone with experience. I took the offer at its face value believing that she wanted to do me a favor and be helpful. And in fact she was.

Later, the sexual aspect came to the fore. Obviously I felt the embarrassment of undressing in front of Phyllis but I understood that if I wanted to take an enema, it was the only way to go. I will not detail the methodology of the enema. We have read so many details of filling the bag, and knee-chesting and vaselined insertion, and cramps, and elimination that I feel the reader must use some imagination. The repetition becomes boring. We should see the picture in the mind's eye. But certain aspects of the enema must be told. Firstly, Phyllis said that she would take off her robe because she didn't want to get it wet. I believe it was an excuse to partially expose herself. No, she was not nude underneath. Phyllis had her bra and panties on but the complexion of the evening began to change for me and I felt a stirring in my lower parts. The enema itself became exciting to me and even the cramps as the solution entered me were stimulating. My erection was obvious and I remember that Phyllis kept on adjusting the nozzle in and out which further caused strong sexual feelings.

Looking back to that long ago enema, that was the crucial moment that I became fixed with the enema syndrome. I went to the bathroom after the whole bag was ingested and as I sat there enjoying the relief I also relieved myself of my engorged penis. Phyllis through the closed bathroom door, called out that she was returning to her apartment.

After the completion on my enema and its elimination, I felt that I surely had to thank Phyllis. More than that, in the back of my mind I now had a sexual objective in seeing Phyllis again. But the thanks came first. The knock on the door was immediately answered. Her expectation of my visit was obvious. She answered the door without asking who it was and she was dressed in her bra and panties. I smiled and went to her and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth to which she responded. There were no words, just fumbling, hugging, kissing, feeling and finally on the living room couch, the heavy petting started. I wanted her badly and she too. Then she pushed me off and she said that she was still a virgin and wanted to remain so till she married. We were both in heat but she was adamant. She had an alternative. "You can have anal intercourse with me if you give me an enema." And I grabbed the opportunity.

Again, I will not go into detail. Anal intercourse was a first for me even though I was not a virgin in the normal sense. Evidently for Phyllis, this was not the first time, that is per rectum. I wondered where she had learned the 'Greek' method but now I know that it is not that uncommon particularly for those from Europe and Phyllis was not home born. What bothered me and still does is that women do not have the sexual release that vaginal intromission often gives. Perhaps per rectum does engender some sexual feelings or at least is a stimulant to self gratification. I know that in literature, the woman does have release through the anus but I have my doubts.

At any rate coupling and intimacy whichever way does have some satisfactions. The end of the story is that our enemas and sex continued for only a short time. I went to war - WW2 that is. Our desultory liaison continued through letters until Phyllis Dear Johned me. I'm sure her husband was happy with Phyllis's virginity and when I returned from the war I never followed up our tasty affair. I simply thank Phyllis for introducing me to those lovely enemas.

Prof. Klystacor