It wasn't anonymous, exactly:
I went to the doctor with a particularly bad flareup of constipation. Several doses of laxatives hadn't do a thing. The doctor saw me and told me he would send in a nurse to help me. After maybe 15 minutes, a lovely, petite blue-eyed blond stepped in pushing an IV stand with LARGE disposable bag bulging with soapsuds so strong they looked like milk. I was already in a gown, so I was ready for what I suspected I had been waiting for. She chirped a way-too-cherry "Good morning! I'm Justine, and I'll be giving you your enema! We can do it on your left side, or on your knees with your head resting on your arms. We call that knee-chest position." Her next comment nearly blew me away! "I think you'll find knee-chest is better...I like to get mine in knee-chest." It was said so matter-of-factly, like everyone takes enemas. I said that knee-chest was fine, and climbed on the table and put my ass in the air. She rolled the IV beside my chest, and lubed the bulbous nozzle. She pointed to the bulbous tip and said, "This will help keep the nozzle in place, so I don't have to hold it in you. Ever had an enema before?" I said I am chronically constipated, so yes, many times.
She pulled on a glove, giving it a wicked pop at the wrist. Her lips held a mischievous grin. Then, she pulled out an old-fashioned rectal thermometer, saying, "I know (nurses name) took your temperature with the digital thermometer, but I find rectal temps more accurate. I'll lube you and do one before starting your first enema." I thought it odd, but was soon speared with her lubed finger, then the rectal thermometer. I stiffened at the feel, and thought of this cute blond penetrating me. She was obvious about staring at my growing instrument, and smiling. I must have blushed, because she giggled, "It's OK, I know that's a normal physiological reaction. Most of the male patients get an erection." I retorted, "How about the female patients?" She smiled, and replied, "Silly! I know you're just funning me, but actually, quite a few get wet." At this point, I figured she was into enemas, so, "How about YOU?" This time, her answer answer DID blow me away, "I always wear a pad in my scrubs when I give a guy an enema!" Then, my thoughts settled on "starting your FIRST enema."
We were quiet until she pulled the thermometer, then she said, "You have a little over a degree...pretty normal for constipation. Let's get this enema in before it cools too much. They're much better nice and hot!" With that, she deftly slipped the nozzle into me, and said, "Ready? Here comes the water." She slid the clamp open, and I immediately felt the warm sudsy flowing in. She kept her hand on my back as I was filling, and kept asking if I was OK. Most of the way through, she said, "You're doing great! You must take enemas often." I said, "I've had my share, but never from as skilled a giver." She blushed a "Thank you, can you tell I enjoy giving them?" The towel across my back slid off just then, and she stooped to pick it up. I clearly saw what I suspected: no bra under her scrubs! She noticed that I saw her dangling breasts, and without so much as a slight blush, said, "Like what you saw? I think they're a little small." I blurted out, "I think they're more than adequate!" She said a simple "Thank you" then added, "Too bad, they'll never feed a baby...I can't get pregnant." I said "I'm sorry." and she replied with a sly grin, "It has it's advantages!"
My bag was flat, my tummy, round. She said, "The doctor wants you to hold this 30 minutes: there's a medication in with the soap. I can give you something to help you hold it, if you like." I knew 30 minutes with this solution in me would be difficult, so I said "Sure! What can you give me?" She dropped her scrub pants and stripped the top over her head, saying, "I think this will take your mind off your tummy! Roll on your back and slide up further on the table. I did, and after locking the door, she climbed on and impaled herself on my cock. She rode me until I almost shot my wad in her, then backed off until I recovered before going at it again. She began sweating, dripping on me from her efforts. Finally, she finished me, and slumped forward on me. As soon as I ejaculated, my enema reminded me it was there! She laughed and said, "I told you you would forget the enema...let's see...does it feel like you've been holding two liters for 38 minutes? I'll bet you REALLY need to go!" I responded, "PLEASE!" I was already shrinking out of her, so she rolled off and helped me up and into the toilet by the exam room. I figured she would leave me there, but she knelt down beside my feet on the floor. "I'll stay here with you, in case you have a problem, besides, I need to drain a little before I put my scrubs back on." As I shitted my brains out, we chatted about all sorts of things and I watched my semen dribble down her inner thighs. Finally, she wiped herself and stood up, and said, "I'd better get busy getting your rinse enema ready."
She left, and I finished emptying, then waited almost 30 minutes before putting some clothes on and going to the nurse's station in the hall. "Excuse me, but Nurse Justine left me after the first enema, saying she was preparing my rinse enema. Have you seen her?" The charge nurse looked surprised..."We don't administer rinse enemas, and there's nobody named Justine working here!"