By TrinaL

At 24 years old Trina didn't even fully understand her own sexual fantasies, and would probably have shocked herself had she tried too careful an analysis. She knew she had more than a passing interest in other women, but the relationship she was looking for had never come along, maybe because she lived her life mostly unconnected to the gay community and wasn't really spoiled for choice. Uninspired by casual sex, Trina waited, without even noticing she was waiting, to meet the woman who would change her life forever, the woman she would love with abandon and complete trust.

She first met Sal in her university library, accepting her offer to explain a piece of medical coursework she was having trouble with. Sal was qualified nurse, going on 35, but her extra life experience and confidence made the age gap seem even wider. Nevertheless, the pair soon became firm friends, Sal supporting Trina through rough patches with her parents, and providing a safe haven from university when things became too much.

After a while, Trina felt closer to Sal than any other person in her life, and confided in her with complete confidence. They spoke of the confusion Trina felt about her own sexuality, and Sal, remembering how difficult discovering she was a lesbian had been for her, offered advice and support. In fact, Sal played the role of a mother and a best friend rolled into one, and, although she was also undeniably attracted to Trina, she didn't act upon it, knowing somehow that the time was not right. Their physical contact, while allowing for hugs, massages, and comfort, never crossed that line.

Trina simply couldn't read the situation. She adored Sal, and yet she shrank back, not knowing if the elder girl thought of her as anything more than a young child who was partly in her care. Her desire to give herself entirely to Sal was acute, and she wanted nothing more than to relax into Sal's arms with all her inhibitions gone, and to be taken care of forever, secure in the knowledge that nothing would change Sal's love for her. But, unsure, she waited, until one day everything changed.

That morning, at Sal's flat, Trina had mild stomach cramps, and occasionally grimaced in pain. Sal noticed her discomfort and inquired as to the cause. Trina, who never considered anything other than complete honesty with Sal, still blushed a little out of feminine modesty before replying, "Oh, its nothing much, I'm just a bit constipated, but it'll be fine".

Sal's love for Trina was overwhelming, but she needed the girl to trust her absolutely. She wanted to cut right through Trina's modesty, and have the girl in her power like a small child, preserving no privacy or dignity, but utterly exposed to her. She longed to watch Trina gently humiliated, trusting that Sal would never reject her or think less of her, until all barriers were broken down. Having understood Trina better than the girl did herself for many months, Sal knew that this total exposure and trust was what Trina wanted too, although the girl was not even aware of her need.

Sal knew that the time had come to gently insist that Trina let go of her embarrassment and shame, and opened herself to Sal entirely. So she refused to let the subject drop, asking "How long since you went to the toilet, sweetie?" Trina couldn't quite meet the elder girl's gaze, as she replied "over three days". "Oh my", exclaimed Sal, "that really isn't good for you. Lets see what we can do." Despite Trina's feeble protestations that she really wasn't in much discomfort, Sal insisted that, as a nurse, her concerns be taken seriously. "I have to check how full you are, sweetie", she told Trina, "so just lie down over my lap and relax – I won't hurt you".

Although Trina would have died if anyone else had seen her this way, she trusted Sal, and so she slowly slid her jeans and panties to the floor, and lay face down over Sal's lap as instructed. Embarrassment coursed through her body as Sal gently prised her cheeks apart, and massaged vaseline around her tight little hole. "Now, baby, I'm going to slide my finger in, ok?" Sal warned her, "Try and relax". As gently as she could Sal started working her finger into Trina's rectum, pausing whenever the girl looked like she was experiencing discomfort. Trina sense of helplessness and exposure grew as she felt Sal's finger slip painlessly deeper and deeper inside her, but, although her humiliation was extreme, she was also surprised to find herself becoming aroused by the rhythmic probing.

"You are extremely full," announced Sal after a little while, "I think it's best to give you an enema to make sure you don't become impacted." Trina wasn't sure she'd even heard properly. Although she had never received an enema, to her mind they were purely for little children, and at the though of losing her dignity so completely, even in front of Sal, she drew breath sharply. Sal felt her tense, and gently kissed her, reassuring her that she loved her and she would look after her. As Sal soothingly stroked her neck and back, happiness flooded through Trina as she realised that Sal did indeed care for her as much as she hoped. She knew Sal was trying to help her, and she wanted to be brave and not make a fuss, but at the same time she was scared that the shame and humiliation would be unbearable.

Sal was kind but firm. She hooked up a large enema bag full of lukewarm water and castille soap, and led Trina, who was blushing furiously, into the bathroom. Again she had the younger girl lie across her lap, and told her to spread her legs as much as possible so she could apply more lubricant. Trina moaned gently as the soapy water began to flow into her, increasing the pressure that was already inside her. Trina had some slight cramps, at which Sal shut off the water flow, and suggested she adopted a position on all fours, to ease the discomfort. As Sal massaged her stomach the cramps rescinded, and Sal restarted the water flow until Trina had taken every drop.

Trina had never felt so full in all her life. The desire to expel the enema was overwhelming, and her distended belly hung down under her as though she was six months pregnant. Sal warned her not to move from the position she was in, for fear of an accident, and expertly stroked her swollen stomach to prevent cramps. Trina could hardly speak to Sal for the shame of her predicament, but she had to ask for permission to use the toilet immediately. Sal made her wait for five minutes or so, the pressure building all the time, and loss of control imminent, before helping her up to sit on the toilet.

Until this point Trina had at least thought that Sal would leave her to expel the enema in private, but it appeared that even that small dignity would not be hers. Sal stayed in the bathroom, gently insisting that Trina did not release the enema until she told her. Trina's whole body shook, as she stretched her arms out to Sal, hardly knowing what she was doing, and pleaded to be allowed to release. As Sal shook her head she clutched at the toilet seat rim in desperation, panting with the effort of retaining the solution. She could hardly believe that Sal was witnessing this complete loss of control, and she felt almost dizzy with embarrassment. Sal looked at her with love and kindness, as again she begged to be allowed to expel the enema she was barely holding. Sal gave an almost imperceptible nod, and Trina lost the last bit of control she had, and the soapy solution streamed out of her into the toilet bowl.

As Trina sat naked on the toilet, farting uncontrollably as she expelled her enema, with tears of shame running down her cheeks, the elder girl put her arms round her and kissed her, telling her that she was proud of her for being brave. In the midst of her total humiliation, Trina knew that if Sal could love her at that moment, exposed and degraded, then she would be safe with her forever.