I enjoy a soapy enema and rinse about every two weeks. I feel so light and refreshed afterwards each time.
As luck would have it, I’m planning to visit a lady friend later this week who has become an enemamate.
As our usual practice, we’ll enjoy a morning cup of coffee together before moving to her bedroom. She will disrobe and go to her linen closet to retrieve her enema bag.
As I go into her en-suite to prepare her a full bag of peppermint soap and glycerin, she’ll spread a couple of thick towels on her bed before positioning a pillow under hips and lying opened legged on her stomach.
When I get the enema bag hung on a hook on her bed’s headboard, I’ll reach for a jar of Vaseline. I’ll scoop out a glob on my index finger and ease it into her pink pucker and enjoy the tight grip of her sphincter as I slowly lube her rectum and gently stretch her to accommodate the fat douche nozzle.
While she breathes her deep breaths, I’ll get another finger-full of the Vaseline, reenter her butthole and ease my finger in and out a few times before removing it and reaching for the nozzle.
I use one hand to spread her cheeks as I begin inserting the nozzle. As the large end of the nozzle disappears into her rectum, I pull it out again, reinsert it again, twist it a little and finally push it into her sigmoid.
By now she is telling me how good the nozzle feels and tells me to give her the enema slowly. I open the clamp to its first notch and her warm, soapy enema begins.
As she enjoys the slow flow, I lightly stroke her hips with my finger tips, which usually gives her goosebumps.
I‘ll also use the tip of my index finger around the end of the nozzle making contact with her anus, which she loves.
Too soon it seems, her enema bag is fully deflated. I open the clamp fully to ensure the bag is empty. Then I look at my watch before telling her we have to wait 10 minutes before she can release.
When the time is up, I slowly remove the nozzle as she moves to the toilet. She doesn’t bother closing the bathroom door. She sits, relaxes and starts expelling.
While she‘s sitting, I prepare her warm water and salt rinse. When she empty, she walks back to her bed, lies on her back and pulls her knees up to her chest and waits for my finger to lube her anus and rectum again before her pink little butthole swallows the nozzle again.
Another slow fill, leisurely conversation and massaging her stomach passes too soon again before I remove the nozzle and she moves back to the toilet.
I lay her enema bag in the sink and lean against the door jamb as she releases her rinse. She tells me how good she feels as she wipes herself. As she flushes, she reaches to turn on the shower.
I watch through the clear glass as she shampoos her glorious red mane before soaping up her body. I watch intently as she lathers her thick red bush. I’m sure she rubs her clit a few strokes as she rinses the lather between her legs.
Lastly, she reaches around to her ass and washes thoroughly between her hips. Then she gives herself a final rinse before shutting off the water, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a plush towel.
As she dries herself and wraps the towel around her damp hair, we talk about our plans for the day, which includes a trip to the museum and a lunch at her favorite restaurant.
Satisfied her hair won’t drip, she removes her towel and hangs it up to dry. With a chuckle in her voice, she retrieves the enema bag from the basin, thoroughly washes the nozzle and hangs the bag up to dry.
As she brushes her teeth, she looks in the mirror and sees me looking in her nightstand to find her bottle of lavender body lotion.
I can see her half smile as she rinses her mouth and dries face. She’s smiling because she knows she going to get a full body massage and I will talk to her in quiet tones, encouraging her as she masturbates to orgasm before she gets dressed in a nice floral print dress.
I encourage her to go commando for our day. She smiles, reaches under her dress, pulls her bikini panties off and throws them in my face!
It’s going to be a great day.