This story is TRUE the events took place exactly as I relate them

For the past 16 years I have taught at a college, the name I must keep confidential for obvious reasons, and have been fortunate to have an apartment on the campus. For a number of years now I have employed one of the students to clean my apartment and to do some ironing for me, an arrangement that has been highly satisfactory, and the students that have done this work for me have ben scrupulously honest and most efficient.

The girl who works for me at the moment, and the one who features in this story has been with me for the past 2 years now, and for the sake of this story we will call her Anne (not her real name). Anne had a key to my apartment and let herself in do do the jobs about twice a week, and very seldom did I see her at home but we met in class and I paid her in cash every 2 weeks. On the occasions that she worked she usually rode a bicycle from the hall of residence where she lived to my apartment and left the bicycle close to my front door.

Two weeks ago I had to go out of town on business for a few days and drove my car to the college, so that I could depart without delay when my lecture had finished. After gathering my papers and other things I needed while away I went to my car only to find I had locked the keys inside, and the spare set were in a drawer in my room back at the apartment. I walked back to my apartment, a walk of about ten minutes, and noticed Anne's bicycle by the door, I let myself in and went upstairs to my room, walked into the room and there was Anne giving herself an enema on my bed, using my Beth Tyler 4 qt bag, and a colon tube. The shock and horror on her face as I walked in had to be seen to be believed, ad I must confess I was somewhat startled to be confronted by the scene. I quickly apologized for disturbing her and grabbed the keys and left immediately, however I did manage to call back through the door, another apology and told he that it was perfectly all right for her to use the enema, and to enjoy herself.

I drove for about 2 hours and couldn't get the sight out of my mind, there she was laying on her back with the bag hung from a picture hook above my bed, the hose snaking down and joining the colon tube which was well embedded in her ass, a picture to make any enema enthusiast horny.

Three days later when I returned my apartment was immaculate, my ironing done and nothing out of place. I went to the bathroom and looked into the drawer where my enema gear is kept, and everything seemed to be in place, the 4 bags of different sizes, the 3 double inflatable nozzle nozzles, the 2 single inflatable nozzle, 12 colon tubes of various lengths, and about a dozen nozzles of different shapes and sizes, as well as a set of butt plugs of different sizes. I wondered what colon tube she used and I inspected every one closely looking for signs of wetness indicating recent use. The next day when Anne was due to be in class she arrived right on time and looked very embarrassed and sheepish, and the whole lecture our eyes never met at all. As she was leaving the room I suggested that we meet in my office in the lunch break, and she looked obviously uncomfortable with this suggestion however she did arrive and immediately told me that she could not continue cleaning my apartment. I assured her that what I had witnessed did not trouble me at all, and I was very happy that she felt free to use my enema. She was not convinced and insisted that she terminate our arrangement, but did agree to continue for another 2 weeks.

A few days later Anne came to my office to explain why she was taking an enema in my apartment, and she was still very embarrassed, however I assured her that the enema gear that I had was not just for decoration I actually used it as well and she became a little more at ease. The following day I went to the local drug store and bought a combination bag that I was going to give her. I replaced the white plastic hose with 7 feet of amber rubber, and wrapped it up in gift paper. I invited Anne to come home and presented her with the enema bag, and apart from blushing somewhat, thanked me for being so kind, and opened up telling me that she had always wanted to try an enema and had seen my collection, and on the fateful day she had decided to try one knowing that I was out of town. However by locking my keys in the car I didn't leave as soon as anticipated, and walked in on the incredible sight of my student having an enema.

Anne did not leave me and continues to clean my apartment, and now openly talks about enemas, and has even used a double inflatable nozzle from my collection that I gave her. I have not suggested that we could give each other enemas but I do often think that maybe it could be a good idea, but on the other hand college campuses are notorious for gossip and I don't think I would be happy with that circulating round students.