My suppository memories are still very vivid to me today. I only remember getting two suppositories in my life and I think they probably happened within the same 24 hour day. I was probably about three to five years old when these two experiences happened. My age was definately under six because this was before school. These two suppository experiences have caused me to always marble at the inner workings of the mind of a small child.
My mother and I were at the Dr. together and I remember the Dr. saying to her, "Don't tighten up." There is no logical reason that this expression should have stuck with me but it did and this phrase would definitely come back to me.
We left the Dr.'s office and went to my grandparents' house. My grandparents lived in a small ranch house that was block and had three bedrooms and one bathroom that all went down a hall way. I was marched by mom straight down the hall way and into the back bedroom. When we were in the back bedroom she closed and locked the bedroom door. My pants and the small white briefs that I was wearing both came down and I went bent ove the foot of the bed. My mom told me, "Shhh. Be still." I stayed bent over the bed for with my small bottom exposed and wondered what was coming. (There was always something exhilarating to me when my bottom was bared during Dr. visits and hospital stays during the years before I started school; and it often was.) I then felt a finger pushing something up my very small bottom hole. I know from having rectal temperatures taken that there was no lube used. There was no screaming or crying from me because the experience didn't hurt. It may have been a little uncomfortable but it didn't hurt. The overall feeling of the experience was complete amazement.
When the insertion was complete my undies and pants came up and my mother and I came out of the room like nothing had happened and I went and sat in one of the chairs in my grandparents' den. All of a sudden I felt a very fleeting but yet very sharp burning inside of my butt. The very intense burning went just as soon as it came but it definately left an impression. My mother asked if I was alright and I said, "Yes." I didn't cry out or say anything when the burning hit me. It would have somehow seemed wrong to say anything. There was something about the burn that was honestly sacred to me. I was very selfish with my toys but this was the first time that I felt like a truly owned anything. This quick burning belonged to me and nobody else. I kind of felt like it was a secret that nobody else in the world was supposed to know about but me.
I believe that the next experience with a suppository happened later that night. My mother and I were at home. In those days I slept in those small white briefs for kids and a white tee shirt that was probably meant to be an undershirt. I was ready for bed. Mo mother took my into the bathroom and bent me over this wicker cain stool. My undies came down and my tee came up some. This time I thought, "I just get bent over and they come down." There was a finger that pushed something up my small bottom hole again. It is not clear to me if I moved or something but my mother shouted at me to, "Be still." When the insertion was done my undies came up and my tee came down. I was told, "Let's go to bed."
I still slept with my mom in those days. We were lying in bed soon after the insertion and the effects of it came to me. There was something slightly different about this burn. The burn seemed to come sooner this time and it seemed to last longer. I whispered out loud, "aaaaawwwwww." My mom snapped at me, "YOU WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TIGHTEN UP." It was OK. I didn't cry or yell.
These two experiences are the only experiences with suppositories that I remember but they have effected me to this day in several big ways. There are several things that set the experiences off for me. I am glad that my mother wasn't gentle and didn't show any sympathy for any discomfort that I may have felt. It's my hope that the Dr. that gave my mother these suppositories for me got at least a small amount of joy knowing that there would be some discomfort for me.
I have definitely been effected by these experiences. The experiences made me a dom. I know that I was the one that was controlled during the expeI have an ass and an anal fetish and there is no doubt to me that it is because of these riences but it is better to give than to receive. There is no doubt to me that the fact that I am a mild to moderate sadist also comes from these two experiences.
Today my favorite part of a woman is her ass. I always enjoy any mild to moderate ass or anal pain that a woman may feel.