Hi everyone! I don’t want to write the 5,000 words that it would require to describe my perfect last and only enema. And I must admit though all 5,000 words would be a true account, I paid for every word. I was retired (early at 5😎 and single, both for 5 and 3 years respectively, living alone in a secluded area/my own home.
I was and currently capable of getting a hardon without much thought. I also have been a closetEd CD/ fetish person with a strange need. So prospect of finding a new lady who might be into a combination of enemas and being made to wear sch girls uniforms and outfits from the 1950s-60s, would be a shot in a zillion especially where I live. and anyway I would be too scared to eve bring up the topic ever, at all, as in “are you kidding! no f’ing way.
So I saw (internet)various and more than I ever dreamed of services availabLe. And there were two that I called to screen them and though their online lang was like talk to us about anything regarding an in person appointment. So after that strike out(s), I called a place t looked right to take my $$xxx.yy and at least I could beat off. AND— 3 different places trying different ladies (I thought and s till think). Af I dropped alot I was so incredibly excited like night and day—- I had ne called anyone about sex stuff all my life!! So I called and asked for this one person more than a couple times. She actually read about or saw photos of how I wanted to be dressed. And she explained getting an enema so good that I had blown my wad right after I was told that I would be having something to make me listen or wear my pinafore better who knows. I asked her once before we started if she would be interested in flying out to see me for a weekend. That we could have a written agreement up front. Like role play for no more than xyz hours at a time and dot point type things that I expectEd.
Well, flattered she said she would tell me on my nex call, what was what. Declining herself she said that the reason for the one call, like three night delay was because she contacted a service she worked for years ago. This place didn’t advertise on a website or nothing. She gave me contact info and as apart of her “never ending love for me “ which we both laughed at!! She had explained in detail about me and what I was looking for. No home visit strict at this woman’s house on Long Island, NY. Not on the water, but in a small hamlet called Northport. So the deal was reserv a minimum 18 hour appointment that included tw/o sessions of some amount of time Each. Very very buttonEd up on the upftont terms; alcohol drugs swearing manners etc BTW, the maximum stay, 4 days. So I thought I would be lon dead of a heart attack after one overnight!! So 30 hours. The facilities looked at least like nothing I had ever seen—- oh there are too many more words so I’ll get to it. The house was exactly as the photos they emailed me. It was a 5 week wait by the way. I brought two outfits, a school uniform and a custom made suit i was made to wear— Peter Pan lac collar, etc. My room was for a girly boy though in spite of my predilections, I am not that. But I was about to be. I was greeted by an older my age lady and my “hostess”. I nearly came whe I saw her. She wore a gray wool suit, knife pleated below the knee skirt, like a short blazer and a white blouse with a stiff large what is called a pussy bow. Not a droopy kind but perky. A little cuff turned back. Very tall heels.
so I left when it was time and asked if I could pay for an extension. But sorry “come again “ Has anyone ever gotten a red bag soapy enema in a OB/GYN chair with the leg stirrups and everthing? My God that was truly the best , even the morning that grandmother said for me to finish up. Then to see her filling the bag from her teakettle over the kitchen sink!!! Well it was a remarkable day/night.
best to you all—Jaime