In real life, I visited a pleasuring site near San Francisco several years ago, having requested someone who would give me an enema as my nurse. When I arrived, my intake person wanted more information about the dress my nurse (doctor) would wear. I specified white lab coat and stockings with a garter belt. After a wait, I met my "doctor" who welcomed me, instructed me to put on a condom and led me away to an examining room with table. She quizzed me about my desires while we were seated on a couch in the room. I showed her the silicone 4 qt bag and nozzles that I brought with me and she admired. She proceeded to ask me to undress for my physical exam and lie on the examining table, which I did. She then took a brief history, and started a physical exam starting with my head and working down. I had my blood pressure taken, then she palpated my abdomen, while leaning over me in her lab coat and brief and revealing bra. I asked if I could caress her face, which she allowed. Then she took off her lab coat to reveal her beautiful breasts encased in a bra. She did not message my cock, but she did explain that I needed a prostate examination, which she proceeded to do, saying I really needed a massage of my prostate, which she did for some time, while I blissed out. After the exam, she went out to fill my enema bag with saline water under my instructions, using 1 tsp of salt to a quart. I had a large nozzle with me, which she examined and said she would be delighted to slowly slide in the nozzle. After seating it in place, she asked me if I were ready for my enema, to which I responded in the affirmative. We talked about enemas as standard conversation, something I cannot do in my regular life. While the enema was invading me slowly, she slid up along my side as I asked if I could kiss her gorgeous breasts. She allowed me to kiss her breasts as long as I did not tongue them, something I really wanted to do, but restrained myself. Her breasts smelled of lavender and a bit of salt, as though she had exercised earlier in the day before our meeting. She ran in the almost four quarts in the bag very slowly while massaging my belly to help the enema distribute more easily, all the while talking about how well I was taking the enema and encouraging me to take it all. She did not massage my cock, but asked me to do so as I arrived at the end of the enema. I was not able to come, something she said was normal, but I would come many times later just thinking about our experience. Indeed I have thought about that encounter for the past ten years, wishing I could repeat it.
Modifying the experience and going into the fantasy realm, I have two women giving me a four quart enema, all the while encouraging me to take it completely or they will need to give me another equally large enema. They are naked except for diaphanous panties. While the nurse at my feet slides the nozzle in and out, she also seems to want to suck my cock, which I welcome. The nurse at my head offers me her breasts and requests that I suck on her very erect nipples, saying she won't let me stop until I come. She keeps insisting that I "suck on her nipples" while I am in ecstasy. Then she positions her vagina over my mouth, straddling me, and asks me to tongue, which I am eager to do for her until she can't stand it any more and launches into a loud orgasm. The nurse at my feet then mounts my erection, and with my full belly, slides up and down until I can no longer stand the friction and launch into a huge orgasm. Afterwards we kiss a lot and they lead me to the toilet where one of them slides the nozzle out of me and instructs me to let it all out. When I am finished, they both inspect my output, declaring that I must have another enema to finish the job of cleaning me out. I can only meekly agree, so we start another round. I keep waking up to this fantasy regularly with a morning erection, then the day starts and the fantasy vanishes to reappear here and tomorrow.