The enemas I was given over the years done by nurses. From barium for X rays to coffe for detox purposes. That changed once about a year ago.
The day it happened my friend called, had an emergency, couldn’t make it. Well, everything was in place but wouldn’t be put away or the enema dumped.
A few hours later I answered my door and standing before me was the woman from the massage service. I brought her in, I went into the bedroom, changed and returned to the room where she’d set up.
She spied the items on the table in that area and saw the main attraction…the bulging enema bag hanging on the stand.
She spied the enema set up. And asking me about coffee, hinted she might know of or be into holistic / alternative practices.
Then she remarked that enema should not go to waste. I looked at her with the deer in the headlights look!
She said she would, if I agreed, give me the enema instead of the massage.
I was soon on her table face down in just my briefs.
Being I’d get the enema, she pulled my briefs down, and off and obviously having seen the items on the table asked if I usually got my temperature taken. I said I did. She asked if she could take it before the enema. I said ok.
“ Oh, good, it’s rectal. Kill two birds with one stone!” She was practiced with thermometers by the way she handled the instrument, which she lubed in the jar of Vaseline and was soon inserting into my rectum. Three minutes. Removed it, wiped it off and said I was at 98.6F.
Using a gloved finger with Vaseline on it she put it in my anus and slightly into my rectum moving it around.
Grabbing the nozzle she unclamped the hose, expelling air and a bit of coffee. The hose was re- clamped. Seconds later she parted my cheeks and pushed it (a rather thick hard nozzle) against my anus, further, slowly but steadily pushing it into my rectum, spreading, widening my spinchter as it went deeper, until the entire nozzle had gone well beyond my anus. Then releasing the clamp, again, I felt the coffee flowing into me!
A light rub on my lower back she asked how I was doing. Told her I was ok.
With a good amount of time left before her next massage, she intermittently gave me the bag’s contents. Getting me in the knee- chest position her skills in massage came into play, massaging my abdomen, her gentle firm stroking occasionally brushing my pubic hair and penis, gently wrapping her fingers around my suddenly erect shaft as I now retained the enema. She switched from my penis back to my abdomen, but reading my reactions to her arousing me, she grabbed the oil she’d brought and bathed the head of my stiff cock with the oil, sliding her long caressing fingers up and down my shaft, again and again over my swollen head, bringing me to an amazing ejaculation , moaning and shaking as I explosively released, collapsing back on my stomach. I was spent but very calm.
A few minutes passed , got off the table, her free hand helping me and I then went into the bathroom. On returning I saw she had packed up ready to leave. I tipped her well. .She was very appreciative and thanked me. She had a really nice smile.
Holistic practices and the generous and wonderful and loving use of her hands was something she engaged in and I consider myself lucky to have met her.
Well I never saw her again as I moved away but it was a memorable visit.