I’ve enjoyed every closed system colonic I’ve ever had, and I have especially enjoyed the lady hygienists who always seemed to enjoy sharing amusing stories about some of the and clients they have had.
My first hygienist was a young woman in her twenties who openly took advantage of her opportunity to visually inspect my package and anus.
This young woman’s name was Angel, true enough, and she was obviously enjoyed her work. After she had me in position on my left side, she announced that she was going to give me a brief rectal exam before inserting the sizable speculum, to which I was looking forward.
I don’t know what she considered a brief rectal exam to be but she lubed up her index finger in my full view before folding back the sheet covering my hips.
She then asked me to reach back and spread my hips to assist her. Being a nudist and having no embarrassment, I had no hesitation doing as she asked.
When she sat on the little rolling stool, she was practically at eye level with my bottom. Peering at my anus, she reached for my hip and stretched it further open as she stared and instructed me to raise my bent right leg higher.
I didn’t think that was necessary because I could feel the cool air on my asshole and balls. As she continued to stare, I briefly chuckled and asked if she was enjoying the view.
Unperturbed, she simply answered that she was pleased to see I did not have any hemorrhoids. I answered that I did not as she put her lubed finger against my anus and rubbed in circles to smear the lube around.
As she did she continued to stare at my anal area and said I would feel a little pressure and to take a deep breath.
As I did, she sank her finger deeply into my empty rectum and felt all around. She eased her finger with an in and out motion like a fucking motion and commented that my bowel felt clear.
Now, as I was enjoying her finger movements, I admitted that I had taken a plain water enema that morning.
She made another finger tour around my rectum, gently rubbing my prostrate before removing her finger. She removed her soiled exam glove and replacing it with a fresh one before she said she was going to insert the speculum.
She stood and held the large speculum in my full view as she opened a small packet of lube and spread it all around the shaft of the speculum that appeared to be more than an inch in diameter.
As someone who enjoys large enema nozzles, I was relaxing my anus and rectum and looking forward to the insertion of this fat instrument.
Once Angel had the speculum lubricated to her satisfaction, she bent forward toward my hips and asked me again to spread my cheeks.
I spread my right hip pretty far, feeling the room’s cool air my lubed anus as my young hygienist again stared at my butthole. By this time , I couldn’t resist asking her if she was enjoying the view as she moved the greased monster speculum against my anus and instructed me to take an another deep breath.
This girl was well trained as my sphincter opened up and the fat speculum disappeared into my rear with no resistance.
I was a little surprised when she pulled it back out and gently guided it back into my rectum a second time.
This time she wiggled it a little, turning it in a circular motion, before announcing that my speculum was fully seated and she was going to start the water flow.
Expecting her to ask me to turn back on my back, she placed one hand on my side as to hold me in place saying she was going to give me a couple of fills while I held that position on my side.
Angel kept one hand at the speculum while she controlled the machine knobs with the other. She told me to tell her if I felt any pressure or cramps during the slow fill.
As that was happening, the room fell silent as Angel continued her glaze at the speculum and my wide open anus, which was enjoying the girth of the invading speculum and the small movements my young, pretty hygienist was making with the speculum that I was pretty sure for my pleasure!
As the first fill flowed, she’d occasionally ask if I was okay and then she’d instruct me to tell her when I was full.
In a few minutes, I told her I was pretty full, and without hesitation, she reached for the machine’s controls, stopped the flow and opened the release valve.
I immediately felt the water starting to drain from my bowel and I let out a sort of sigh of relief. Angel chuckled softly and said, “That feels good doesn’t it.”
I agreed with her assessment while she closed the drain valve and started my second fill. By now I was pretty relaxed and knowing nothing was hidden from my wide-eyed attendant, I said something to the effect that I was sure she knew exactly what I was feeling.
As those words left my mouth, I was starting to regret that I had been so forward but Angel didn’t hesitate to respond. She said, “I sure do and I enjoy every moment of my colonics except on the occasions when I experience cramping.”
Relieved that she was not offended, I asked if that happened often because I rarely had any cramps when I had enemas.
She said she was sure the cramps were caused by gas and the cramping would subside as as her hygienist would reduce or stop the flow of the fill water and wait for the cramp to subside.
With that said, I spoke again saying I was learning a lot about colonics.
By this time I was feeling full again and, at my request, Angel stopped the flow and immediately I could feel my gut draining and it felt amazingly good.
After I was emptied, Angel helped reposition me on my back, instructed me to bend my knees and place my feet flat on the table.
As I did, she reached her gloved hands under the top sheet and on the stomach of my gown and moved her hands all around my now flat relaxed stomach.
She told me that she was going to start the next fill and to tell her if I had any discomfort. She kept her left hand lightly on my stomach as she used her right hand to check the position of the speculum before she again opened the fill valve.
My colonic continued uneventfully for the rest of my treatment. I would watch my poop draining during each release through the small window and appreciated Angel’s praises that I was doing well.
She entertained me during the passing time with stories about her weekly colonics and unusual or funny things that had happened with other clients.
I enjoyed her stories as she would rub my stomach on each release and share information about the importance maintaining good bowel function, which I took as a standard sales pitch.
Too soon my colonic was finished and Angel helped position me on my left side again and slowly removed the large speculum that I had come to enjoy maybe a little too much.
As she was preparing to leave the treatment room, she instructed me to take several minutes to sit on the nearby toilet to release any remaining colonic fluids before I dressed.
With that she took her leave and left me to release any lingering fluid.