ENEMA REGRESSION: PLEASE TAKE IT OUT. (PART ONE)
I know that most of you will consider the following narrative fantasy, but please know that it actually happened... on five occasions.
Her name is Dora, and we met in Winston-Salem years ago at some function.
She is petite -about 5'2, 110 lbs, short, black, curly cropped hair, very attractive. She is about 32-24-34, with small but quite prominent, pointy nipples that stand up and out, becoming erect and hard immediately when she is presented/confronted with an enema system.
At first meeting at a Courtyard Marriott, she was quite fidgety, rapid and shallow breathing, nervous and constantly blowing out hard little "whew's" while she watched her enema being mixed and heated on the hotplate beside the bed.
She followed my instructions well, having taken off all her clothes upon entering the room and getting on the firm queen size bed, on her back, a small firm pillow under her hips, elevating her pussy and anus for the treatments to come. As instructed, she spread her legs wide apart, spreading her labia with her hands, so that her clitoral shaft was visible, including the glans - that little hard pearl - that had now popped the hood. In this position she awaited her enema.
She emphasized to me at the beginning, when she got on the bed, that she would soon regress to about age 8-10, as the enema session progressed. She emphasized that, notwithstanding her protests during the session, as they built and built, for me to ignore them, as this was her way of expressing how badly she really desired and NEEDED the enemas that I would be giving her that day. Thus, I was to ignore her protests and keep giving her the enemas, notwithstanding how much she asked me to stop them. ( We did, nevertheless, have a "key word" in case she really had to stop and be allowed to go to the toilet.)
From that point forward, there was very little, if any conversation....only our continued, direct eye contact. She was totally focused on only two things: the enema system/red rubber, four quart, open top enema bag;...and me.
The four quart red rubber enema bag, filled with three quarts of hot soapy enema, had been rolled into position, hanging from an IV pole beside her so that she could both watch and smell the rubber enema system as it delivered the hot enema.
END PART ONE...TO BE CONTINUED.