My wife regulates my enemas and my tampon habits. She has ruled that Vaseline is not the proper lube to simulate a girl’s naturally homemade lube. Dressed as 15 year old female in school girl uniform and restricted to a B cup bra because that was her size at that age with pony tail hair.
My birthday present begins. Half a tube of KY properly cooled in the coldest part of the fridge for at least 6 hours. Three non-applicator free super tampons moisten with water and frozen also for 6 hours. Almost clear silicone 3 liter fountain syringe ( I am no longer allowed tom call it an enema bag ) with a 7’ hose filled with very warm very Ivory soap water. Soap water not the fluffy sounding soap suds that almost sounds like a bubble bath for your bowels. Hung from the bathroom vent fan grillwork.
The half tube of cold KY had been inserted about an hour before the rest of the treatment was arraigned. I then have to bend over and grab my rear end and separate my bottom so she can insert the single balloon tube in me. Then stay that way wile she inflates the balloon. Then with my panties down around my ankles she attaches the tube in my bottom to the hose hanging from the ceiling and am told to straighten out my pleated skirt and prepare for my enema. A second later my rectum is full, and the three liters is looking form my descending colon. The gravity feed enema so high is quite forcefully filling me. Please remember I am caged with a metal. Tube in my now not so private part. She pats my cheek and tells me to be a good girl and she knows I can handle it if I try hard enough. I hear the syringe gurgle as it is now empty.
Still standing she tells me to lift my pretty skirt in back and she first clamps the tube exiting my rear then disconnects the hose. Then I am told to pull up my panties and drop my skirt. And follow her to the bedroom lay on my back and she massages my belly to help the enema help me.
The countdown clock she placed on the dresser tells us I have retained the nice schoolgirl friendly enema six minutes. I sweetly ask her how long does she require me to hold it inside me. Usually she thinks for at least another minute and say Oh Sweetie ten minutes would be minimum I would think. Understand that really means ten more minutes from now.
When she tells me I can go to the potty now. I can hardly get up from the bed. I run as fast as I can but it is more like I waddle there. Barely remember to pull my school girl panties down and explode on the toilet.
She is now standing in front of me telling me not to in any case not to flush the toilet without her inspection. We are not even ready to discuss the tampon insertion. Yet.
Ok now ready. She approves the work of big girl’s enema and now I can start my tampon procedure. For this my panties may come off. Skirt up and I have to assume the knee chest position on the bed . Then the other half of the cold KY is inserted in me.
A real girl would have produced that much in anticipation of the next part of being a growing up girl. Almost immediately the very cold three already inflated like condition tampons are forced deep in my rear. Where she announces all set for tomorrow.
I am told to put a nice maxi pad in my sleeping panties and go to bed. It is now just 8:00 and I am told to be a good girl and turn out the light and sleep. I have my own bedroom next to my wife’s bedroom. Almost the most feminine bedroom a girl could have. Good night all