I am awakened gently in the early morning. She kisses me lightly. "Good morning, baby boy." "Good morning, Ma'am." "Do you want to go to the bathroom, and TRY again?" "Yes Ma'am, I do." "Alright, you may do so, but if there is no result this time, I'm going to HAVE to give you an ENEMA. Don't flush, because I am going to check." "Yes Ma'am."
I go to the bathroom, and I try hard to go. Same as the last two days, nothing happens. I go back to the bedroom, hanging my head. "No good result at all, Ma'am." Alright baby boy, sit on the bed, and I will be right back."
She returns in a few minutes carrying the old yellow bowl full of milky colored water. She also has the old red rubber enema bulb, it's tip glistening with lube. "We will try a simple bulb enema first, my boy.If it doesn't help, we will use the Jones can. Stand up, and lower your shorts for me." I do so, embarrassed that my manhood is aroused. She smiles. "Well, that part of you seems ok."
She sets the chiar next to the bed, and sits upon it. "Sit across my lap, and lie back on the bed. I think a "diaper style enema may be be the best choice."