While visiting a long-term lady friend recently, she began asking me about enemas as we sat on her patio sipping wine.
I told her that my first wife had an extra loop of large intestine and required an enema from time to time to relieve constipation.
I also told her I take a couple of enemas a month because of the pleasurable feelings and sense of wellbeing they provide. I told her that I had usually experienced a sense of euphoria after a series of relaxation enemas.
She listened intently and said she would be willing to take a series to relieve some constipation she was having.
I casually asked if she had any equipment. She did not. I told her not to worry that I would buy her some after dinner.
Later, I went to the store and bought a combination bag, brought it home and went through the bag, hose, clamp and nozzles with her. I told her we would drink our morning coffee and then I would give her a soapy enema to clean her out followed by a couple of plain water rinses.
She smiled and said ok.
Next morning we sat in her kitchen, chatted over coffee, made plans for a day of museum hopping and relaxed.
Finally, she said she was ready for her enemas.
We went into her boudoir, she undressed and sat on the potty to pee while I mixed her soap enema. I had her lay on her tummy across her bed on a couple of thick towels.
I lubed her anus and rectum with Vaseline and inserted the nozzle before draining the bag into her.
Her tummy bulged and I gave her a colonic massage before she went to the commode and released the enema and what had been plugging her up.
Two nice full bag rinses followed before she showered and got dressed for the day.
I showered and dressed and we left her house for our day. Over lunch she told me how good her tummy felt and, in fact, she felt good all over.
Then she said I would have to give her enemas every time I visited.
That night after dinner, I was massaging her feet and we talked as she relaxed. I told her I really needed to get her better equipment if she intended to continue her enemas.
As she dozed to the foot massage and soft music playing in the background, I whipped out my smart phone and ordered her a quality four quart bag with two nozzles and a colon tube.
Next day I told her to expect a surprise package in the mail that week. As luck would have it, her pretty blue enema bag arrived on her birthday!
She made a photo of the gifts she had received that day, including flowers, perfume, cards and that blue bag, which she mailed to me.
Her note said that she has never gotten an enema bag for a birthday present before.
I leave for her house and another four-day visit tomorrow. I sure hope we can break-in her new equipment.