Enema Fantasy Part 2
A few weeks later I meet my colleague in the toilets, when no-one else is there. She asks me how I am and I reply that I am good. “What about your bowels?” she says, “Have you been regular?” She questions me in detail about frequency and size and consistency, whether I have to strain. I feel myself blushing and I look down, but I answer her questions.
Then she says “It’s a good idea to have a good clearout every so often you know – a good enema. How about tomorrow evening?” I am surprised at the speed of her attack. I don’t feel able to refuse; I feel I must agree. I am completely submissive. But more than that, suddenly and shockingly I realise that I want it. I want it all.
I want the shame of exposure: naked, my buttocks pulled apart to reveal the dark crease between them, my bottom hole, my perineum, and my genitals – my vulva glistening with moisture, my labia puffy, and my clitoris visibly erect between them. I want the humiliating penetration: first the exploratory finger, then the enema tip piercing my anus and filling my rectum. I want to be invaded: the soapy water flowing into my bottom and invading my bowels, filling me so I cramp and face the humiliating struggle to hold it. I even want the shameful evacuation into the bedpan, with no privacy, losing control of my sphincter so that it squirts out the contents of my bowels. Afterwards I want to be washed; I want to feel her fingers soaping my bottom and my anus, and my vulva…….with a start, I realise that I want this woman to touch my clitoris. More than that, I want her to masturbate me whilst she administers my enema. Briefly, I meet her eyes, and I see that she knows, and she knows that I know this too.
The arrangements are made, and I return to my desk. All afternoon and all of the next day I find it hard to concentrate. I am acutely aware of both my anus and my clitoris. My clit is swollen in anticipation and it chafes inside my pants.
Eventually, on the evening of the following day, we leave the office and drive to her house. This time I have brought my own t-shirt to put on after I undress. I join her in the bedroom to find the same set-up as before. I lie on the bed and she hooks my feet into the stirrups which she uses to raise and part my legs.
She explains that she is going to proceed a little differently to last time, and I watch as she mixes a jug with my first enema: about 2½ pints of very warm water with a good deal of both soap and liquid glycerine added. She tells me that she will inject this strong solution using a higginson’s syringe, and that it will cause very powerful bowel action. I watch as she connects a bulbous headed tip with several holes in its sides to one end of the syringe, drops the other end into the jug and pumps until the liquid flows. Then she greases the enema tip with Vaseline and inserts it slowly and only just inside my rectum. She begins to pump and I feel the warmth of the water as well as the size of the bulbous tip. The enema squirts against the sensitive inner rim of my sphincter, stinging a little due to the soap, but I experience this as exquisite anal and rectal pleasure. She continues to pump rhythmically and I hear myself moaning softly as she fills me up. Once she has injected 2 pints she stops and withdraws the enema tip from my rectum. She produces a fat butt plug which she says will help me to hold the enema; she greases it and pushes it into my bottom, stretching my anus at first until it settles into the narrower neck of the plug. She tells me that I must hold the enema for at least 10 minutes and that I will suffer cramping.
Then she bends to look between my legs and comments, “You know you’re quite a big girl down there? Have you got an erection or is your clitty always like that?” I blush a deep shade of beetroot and mutter that I think I may have a bit of an erection. She bends closer and places the fingers of one hand either side of my clitoris, pulling back my labia and hood to reveal it more fully. “A bit on an erection?” she sneers, “Your clitty’s so big with excitement it’s like a little boy’s prick! And you’re practically wetting yourself!” With that she proceeds to masturbate me, but she is careful not to let me climax. She holds me on the brink until the 10 minutes are gone, at which point the cramps in my bowels are asserting themselves. She places the bedpan under my buttocks, removes the plug and tells me I may evacuate. Just as she promised, the strong solution has stimulated my bowels and I expel an enormous amount of faeces.
Whilst she washes me, she explains that she will give me a second larger Epsom salts enema, which she duly prepares and administers from a bag. She continues to masturbate me as the water flows in and now I am panting openly. Once the bag is drained, she continues to stimulate my clitoris until I orgasm and simultaneously void my bowels.