My Story
I have gotten many enemas over the years from my mother and Grandmother, and from those experiences, I have gotten somewhat excited by the receiving and giving of enemas. The process always started with the taking of my temperature which always required a rectal thermometer. My mother took off my pants and lowered my underpants and took the thermometer and swirled it in the Vaseline, pulled me over her lap, separated my buttocks and inserted the thermometer deep into me and held it in place with her palm over my bottom for 5 minutes, The end result was always that I needed an enema. They started with me over my mother’s or grandmother’s lap with many bulb fulls of warm soapy water being injected into my rectum. While I always made a fuss about getting the enemas, deep down I really liked getting them. I eventually graduated to the large enema bag, with which my mother would administer 2 full quarts of warm soapy water to me while I bent over the toilet and she held the lubricated nozzle in place and coaxed every last drop of that soapy water into me. My last enema from my mother was on Himrod Street when I was 13 years old and I have given them to myself over the years, and while that experience was OK, it was nothing compared to the experience I had with my wife, when she found out about my love of enemas. She found out when she had constipation and I suggested an enema. She readily agreed so I went to the pharmacy and bought an enema bag set. After getting home I prepared the warm soapy water and put a towel on our bed, and hung the bag about 18 inches from her bottom. I then took some Vaseline on my index finger and proceeded to lubricate her sweet anus with my lubricated finger pushing in and out. I then proceeded insert the douche nozzle deep into her rectum to give her one of her 2- 2quart warm soapy enemas. She enjoyed it and so did I, but my erection told her another story, which brings me to the latest incident I experienced.
When I am not feeling well, I tell my wife that and she tells me that tonight when I get home from work she will take care of me. I usually have trouble going to the bathroom and I know what is going to happen to me tonight.
When she gets home she will go upstairs and take out the enema bag. She will fill the bag with very warm soapy water. She acts like a mommy giving enemas and treats me like a little boy and instructs me step by step on what she wants me to do and what she will do to me. She will call me up to our room and lock the door and tells me to take off my pants and underpants. She will have me lie on the bed on my knees with my bottom in the air and lubricate my anus with Vaseline. She will push her finger deep into me and massage my prostate, before putting in the large thermometer to take my temperature.
My knees shake as she inserts the large cylindrical object deep into my waiting ass. She will hold it there for several minutes before pulling it out to read my temp. There is no way I will avoid getting the enemas. Even if my temp is normal she will go into the bathroom and mix 2 quarts of warm soapy water and fill the bag to capacity. We have gotten a much larger nozzle so she can give me larger enemas and have no issue with the water staying inside me. The water will be very soapy so to clean me out. She will attach the hose and the large flared nozzle and bring the bag to the bed. She will hang the bag several feet higher than my buttocks so the water will flow steadily and will place a towel on the bed and instruct me to lie on the bed the same way as when she took my temperature and explains that this is the first of 3 enemas she will be giving me. She enjoys this.
She will again lubricate my anus with Vaseline by inserting her coated finger deep into me. She will then withdraw her finger and replace it with the enema nozzle. The large nozzle takes some time for her to get into me, as my anus is not used to the large object being forced inside of me. Soon the large head of the nozzle passes my rectal rim and my anus sucks the nozzle deep inside me and I softly moan. My knees shake again with the anticipation of being filled with the warm and soapy mixture. As the water flows, she tells me that if the first enema does not clean me out enough, she will administer another soapy enema and the total number of enemas I will be getting is 4. Finally the last of the soapy mixture leaves the bag and travels into my rectum. I hear her close the clamp and I am told to lie on the bed for a few minutes to let the water do its work. I feel the water inside me as she slowly removes the large nozzle from deep inside of me. I feel her finger work its way into me to feel the warmth of the water she just shot into me. She inserts a tampon into my ass to help me retain the water. After a few minutes I am allowed to go to the toilet. I release the water and to my surprise only water leaves me. Very little of what needed to be loosened up comes out. My wife already knows this and starts mixing up the next warm soapy enema. I am excited and shiver in anticipation knowing I will be getting four enemas tonight. But that is only the beginning. As I wait in anticipation, she fills the bag with the warm soapy mixture and tells me to lie on my back with my knees drawn up. She once again lubricates my anus with her lubricated finger, pushing it deep inside of me. The Vaseline does its work and makes me very slippery so the nozzle can slide in easily. She pushes the nozzle deep inside me and releases the warm soapy water. This time when this bag is empty she will simply clamp the hose shut and pour additional soapy water into the bag without letting me release what I already have inside me. She will force me to take an additional 2 quarts of soapy water until I am filled to bursting. Whenever she gives me an enema this way, it forces the water deep into me and floods the higher reaches to give me a “higher” cleansing. My knees shake with the pressure and excitement of the high enema. I look forward to the next series of warm plain water enemas. But this is only the beginning.
You see, after the enemas have been given to me, before letting the water out, my wife always decides to take the process to another level.
Leaving the large nozzle lodged up my ass she makes me bend over the bed and will spank me with a belt or hairbrush for allowing myself to get this constipated without telling her. It is very difficult to hold the 4 quarts of soapy water inside me when I am being spanked on my bare ass.
She will then make me bend over on my hands and knees and likes to insert the blue dildo into my ass getting the enjoyment of fucking my well-lubricated ass much the same as I do her. She makes slow thrusts as she inserts and withdraws the toy in and out of my ass She loves to fuck me and while she lets me masturbate, she will not allow me to come before she says its OK. When it is finally over and I explode, she tells me that I can no longer be trusted to tell her when I am constipated, and that from now on I will be on a weekly schedule of enemas.