A few years ago I had a girlfriend that was bit kooky but cute. She was maybe 5' tall and weighed in at less then 100 lbs soaking wet. The first time we slept together she came right out and said 'you can't ever touch to close to my butt and I never have anal sex'. At that moment I pretty much knew this relationship wasn't going to be long term. But for whatever reason she was committed to staying together with me and like I mentioned she was really cute. And at times kind of funny but also a HUGE pain in the ass.
A couple of months go by and the relationship isn't going very well. She is REALLY high maintenance and somewhat of a brat. Anyway, she ends up with a minor fracture of her wrist when she fell one evening (she wore really high heels). The Dr. give her these pain pills that have Codeine and Tylenol. All week long she is really miserable and complaining that she is constipated while popping these pills. By Saturday afternoon I can't take her whining anymore and tell her she is getting an enema. I will prepare it in the bedroom and I expect you there in a few minutes. She is saying "No way! You are not going to stick anything up there. It is an exit only!!" So I went about setting up the gear. I have an Enema/IV stand that made it really easy to set up along side the bed. Now she is in the bedroom doorway saying there is no way anything is going up her butt. She never had an enema and never will. Much to my surprise when I told her to lay down on the bed and take your shorts off she slowly started to comply the whole time repeating her mantra about nothing goes in her backside. Now here she is laying on the bed with her shorts off and nothing on but a thong. I must say I really didn't think it would get to this point but just kind of went with it. I told her to take off her thong and roll over and she slowly complies.
I had set up a new Mentor 2000cc vinyl bag filled with about 1,200 cc of warm water and one packet of Castile soap. I put some KY on my finger and figure I might as well make the most out of it in addition to dilating her anus. She squeals as if she was cut with a knife. She keeps repeating 'Oh My God, Oh My God, take it out'. When satisfied that she is ready I put the small tube into her anus a couple of inches. I tell her to take deep breaths and she is now panting, in between screeches and 'Oh My God, take it out, take it out, I have to poop!" I had my left forearm over the small of her back firmly holding the tube in her butt with my right hand reminding her that I just started the water flow. She is wiggling around like crazy but the soapy water continues to run in. She has about 2/3 of the enema in her by now and says 'You need to take that out now or I am going to poop all over your bed!' and reaches around and pulls the hose right out of her butt, soapy water still coming out, luckily most on the pad I put underneath her. She gets up and runs to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and jump on the toilet and starts pooping and doesn't stop for 20 minutes. All the time saying, "I can't believe you did that to me, I just can't believe you gave me an enema". I roll into the bathroom and ask if she thinks she'll need another one and she threw a tissue box at me the whole time expelling very noisily. She is in there for quite some time and the door is half open. I must say even sitting on the toilet pooping her brains out she still looked pretty darn cute.
I clean up the room and a half hour later she comes out of the bathroom lays on the bed next to me and says "I can't believe you just did that to me" and then kiss me and says 'thanks, I feel so much better' then hits me playfully with a pillow. For the first time in weeks she actually not the bratty high maintenance women but really sweet and demure. She falls a sleep and wakes up a couple hours later. She says very little, I make her a light dinner and then drive her home.
Next day I go to pick her up to attend a picnic and then a show. She gets in the car and says, "I had dreams about getting enemas all night. I can't get that out of my mind. When we get back to your place tonight I want you to give me another enema" To say I was stunned was an understatement.
I eventually split up with her a few weeks later even in spite of her new found interest in enemas. Besides that one afternoon I never gave her another enema. Things just weren't working out between us but for weeks she would always bring the conversation around to getting an enema. This forever changed her feelings about her butt, no longer just an exit. So I guess the morale of the story for me was that just never know. Even when someone says no way, no how, no one touches my butt, even then there is still a chance they may just change their mind.
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