I used to date a girl who knew about my chronic constipation issues, and was overly health conscious herself. I had recently confided in her that when I was younger, my parents would force suppositories or enemas and that was usually the only cure. Once, having an extremely uncomfortable time at work, I texted her an hour before I clocked out and asked if she would run out and get a Fleet enema so I could do it when I got home & could eat dinner.
I was very surprised to find a jar of suppositories and TWO box fleet enemas, the mineral oil kind and the saline kind.
When I asked, she told me she remembered suppositories had worked before and said “they may be less uncomfortable for me,” and “wanted to make sure I got relief.” Upon seeing the two skinny boxes, I realized I was very grateful for the suppositories as I had not had an enema in over ten years. The photo of the little tube on the side intimidated me.
Standing there in the bedroom, she said, “do you want to do it now and get it over with?”
My heart was absolutely racing but I said I wanted to try a suppository first, and she told me to lay down “so she could take care of me.”
I obliged, sheepishly, and unbuckled my work jeans and pulled them down just below my ass cheeks.
“Come lay down hun.”
I did, on the bed, horizontally with my ankles hanging off. Not knowing what to do with my arms, I braced myself against the bed in push up position.
She used one hand to pull apart my ass cheek and I clenched up, instantly. I remember her saying, “just had to see where I was going” before releasing it, and unscrewing the lid on the jar. I watched her pull out a shiny capsule with her thumb and forefinger, and I then readjusted my arms to cross in front of me so that I could hide my face. I felt her hand holding my cheek, the tip was introduced, and with gentle pressure she slid the suppository in. She then pinched my cheeks together saying “if this doesn’t help soon, we’re going to have to do an enema so just stay here.”
After four or five minutes, which felt like hours, I genuinely felt no cramping or burning from the suppository, just a general throbbing in my T-swollen clit and a coldness at my ass being exposed.
“Baby, let’s just do an enema and get it over with.”
I protested, suddenly remembering how long the skinny nozzle felt in my youth, even on a mini fleet enema. She persisted, and told me it wouldn’t take very long and would feel like the suppository. I agreed, but as soon as I heard the box unwrapping, I regretted my decision. Holding the clear bottle with the green cap, she almost looked like a nurse holding a huge syringe.
I felt the bed dip as she kneeled beside me, and my anticipation and anxiety were through the roof waiting on that plastic nozzle to touch my ring. I remember this time she used her fingers to hold my cheeks apart, basically pinning my asshole between her middle and index finger, and then asked me to pull my pants down a little more. I obliged, and remembered feeling like my hands were numb as I tugged them down my thighs.
She told me, when it was going in, right as I felt the small intrusion. I remember panicking and squirming as I asked her if it was in right as the tip pushed past my ring and she said “just the tip.” I then imagined the ordeal was almost over when I felt the bottle against my ass cheeks, but she said she was just about to begin releasing the fluid.
I remember her placing a hand on my butt asking me to be still as the cold solution hit my colon. I remember clenching my toes and feeling somewhat violated as my stomach felt colder and colder. I kept saying, “oh my god, are we done?”
The enema left my ass in one swipe, and I heard the suction of the bottle. My heart dropped as she said, “you didn’t take very much, baby, will you let me put it back in?” I felt humiliated as I realized the situation I was in, the full gravity of it; I was laying down on the bed, while my girlfriend held an enema pointed at my ass, and waited on my consent to stick it back into my semi-fluid filled hole.
Looking back on this, I still feel that enemas arouse more emotion and excitement than suppositories. I think it is the nature of guiding the tip in, and then releasing the fluid. There’s simply more steps, and it takes longer.