I made an online friendship with a woman in another city. This developed into a Dom/sub relationship over the phone and a couple of times I drove across a couple of states to visit her.
Our first meeting had nothing to do with enemas. She just wanted to be spanked and paddled very hard. I knew from our conversations that she wasn't opposed to them and she had her own enema bag, and this had even led to her taking one while on the phone at my insistence.
But the only anal play at our first meeting was when I made her get out a rectal thermometer she kept in the bedside table for our phone conversations, hand it to me, bend across the bed and spread her cheeks wide, and ask for the thermometer. After I pushed the unlubed thermometer into her rectum, I made her keep holding her cheeks open while I poked and prodded it around.
The second time we got together, I had already warned her that enemas were going to be a very likely part of the visit. After I had very soundly paddled her bottom (she wanted to be spanked until she cried, but unfortunately for her, she had a fairly high pain tolerance so it always took a long time), I told her to get the enemas bag out and run some hot water. I wanted it to be as hot as she could stand.
As an RN she knew how hot was really hot without being dangerous and from the feel of the bag, she took it to the limit. I made her put soap in the first one. She dutifully hung it up on the door near her bed. I had her lay on her side and ask for her enema.
I remember the sweat on her forehead that appeared almost as soon as I opened the clamp. She was moaning in pain as the hot soapy water filled her bowels. Only once did she ask me to stop, but I reminded her that she knew she had to take it all and she acknowledged this was true.
When the bag was empty, I pulled the douche nozzle from her bottom and told her to hold it for five minutes. She almost made it. Fortunately her bathroom was adjacent to her bedroom, because all of a sudden she leaped up and dashed to the pot.
I have to say that my desire to maintain my dominance by being in the bathroom while she expelled was quickly tempered by the evidence that she needed the enema, because the smell was overpowering. I quickly exited the bathroom, and waited for her to finish. When the anal explosions died down, I told her to fill the bag again, hot like the last one, but with no soap.
I gave her that one on her side as well, following much the same procedure. She took the whole bag without even asking for a pause, despite her moans of pain. The second expulsion was also a bit chunky, but I decided if we were going to do this we were going to do it right.
For the third and fourth ones, I made her put her ass up in the air. I also decided to be kind and let the water be a bit cooler. That, combined with stroking the nozzle in and not quite out of her ass, gave her the chance to cum while getting her enemas.
It was very late and she was exhausted after her last enema finally ran clear. However, she knew she should go to bed with a good spanking, so she bent over for another sound paddling. As she crawled up into bed, I made her lift her night gown for a final rectal temp.
Since we didn't otherwise have a sexual relationship, I stayed over in another room, and gave her another butt blistering before I left the next morning.