I had answered an ISO ad in ASE about 6 weeks ago posted by a man who was going to be in my area and was interested in enema play with a female. After many hours of thinking about the possible consequences,I finally replied and supplied my email address. Well, after much correspondence, I finally called his business phone he had provided and we had several light-hearted conversations before his visit. Weeks later when it was time for him to travel here, we exchanged descriptions and decided to meet in the lounge of the hotel he was staying at. The hotel was located downtown and was a very prominent hotel for visitors and executives. I was pleased that no "Motel 6" was in the itinerary.
That evening, I carefully packed a canvas bag with the following items: 6 pair of medical gloves, a 2-quart enema bag with hosing I had attached myself a set of enema nozzles from a specialty company, a set of leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, several double snap locks, 4 x 5’ lengths of soft rope, an 18" leather double slapper (I never leave home without it), a set of 3-way nipple clamps, a medium sized clear butt plug, a rectal thermometer, a tube of KY, a small jar of baking soda, and a 8 oz. bottle of "Real Lemon" (eg). This sounds like many items, but they all fit nice and snug in a bag I got from one of those pesky cosmetic ladys at a department store for buying expensive perfumes (I thought this was kind of Freudian!).
I I dressed appropriately in one piece white teddy with garters, white stockings and heels, a white silk blouse, and a dark blue straight skirt. A long white lab coat from work was folded perfectly under my arm. By all appearances, I was just another short, white, freckled face woman heading for work. Hmmm.. and what work it turned out to be!
I pulled up to the hotel sharply at 7:30 pm and handed my car over to a valet parker. I entered the lounge and plunged to the bar like a nervous alcoholic looking for redemption. I ordered a bottle of beer, hoping that the alcohol would soothe my nerves. I was unaware that my moves were being watched. I glanced around the lounge which was not crowed, it was after all a week night, and pegged Peter within moments. He was about 6’,1" tall, graying hair, dressed in "business-casual" clothes, and wore a definite streak of arrogance. He had a powerful air about him, yet he was not overbearing. I put my glass down, sat straight up, and planted a stare at him. He immediately recognized me and began a strut over toward me. I smiled, shook his hand and introduced myself and he reciprocated.
After a short time of small chat, I made note of the bag I carried with me and defined it’s contents. I don’t know, but his reaction struck me as arrogant and almost too self-assuring of what was to happen that evening. I began to get a little bit irritated with the fact that he began to dictate about who would take what "role", kept going on and on about what "he" wanted, never asking what my desires were. But little did he know that when I get irritated, I don’t get angry or upset, I become very dominant and almost considered it a challenge to put him in his place. Recognizing this, I began to agree with his terms, and decided it was time we shuffled off to his room.
We took the elevator to his floor, found his room, and entered. It was nice but modest room. A king sized bed, a table, two side chairs, a long dresser, several lamps and a wall mounted lamp on each side of the bed. Mmmm... wall mounted lamps.. the perfect enema stand! I sat in a chair, sitting very "pretty", bouncing my crossed leg back and forth, beginning to take a position of command. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I noticed he was finally beginning to get a bit nervous, and I pounced on it. I stood up, walked across the room where I had laid my items, put the lab coat on without removing any clothing, and told him to strip down to his under shorts. He began immediately to make light of my command and I put an immediate stop to it. I told him to strip, that I wasn’t playing games, and if he didn’t, I’d walk out the door. His face turned serious and he began to remove his clothing, not stopping until he stood there in his boxers. I told him "very good", reached into my lab coat pocket, pulled out a clip and pulled my hair back into a knot on the back of my head and clipped it up.
I informed Peter that I insisted on playing "safe" and that he would have to submit to a medical exam before we began. This took him by surprise but I did notice a little pup tent rising on his boxers. I stared at his crotch which he noticed, and knowing he was looking at me, I cracked a small but subtle smile. I reached into my bag, put a pair of gloves, the thermometer and the tube of KY into my coat pocket. I walked over and stood between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. I took his chin into my hand, lifted his head and looked into his eyes, and told him that from here on out, I was in charge and if he had *any* objections, to let me know now and I would leave. He was silent. I gave him a safe-word which I made him repeat out loud several times, then with one hard push, tossed him backward onto the bed on his back. Very slowly I put my fingers inside the elastic band of his pants, making sure my nails gave him a few worth-while outlines, and slowly slid his pants over his cock, down to his knees and off over his ankles. I enjoyed the fact that he was blushing. His cock has grown to full length now and was twitching. Carefully, I made very sure not to touch it; came very close to it, but never touched it.
I told him to scoot his bottom up onto the bed and put his arms up, reaching up behind him. I retrieved the leather cuffs and snap locks from my bag, walked over the side of the bed, sat down next to his head, and attached a cuff to each wrist. He reached over with his head and kissed my wrist, to which I responded with a gentle pat with my hand to his chest then cheek. I scooted down the bed, knelt next his legs and attached a leather cuff around each of his ankles. I smiled at my handiwork. I held up a snap lock in one hand and pulled the snap back several times, letting him hear his future confinement, and commanded him to roll over onto his belly, spread eagle.
Peter did as he was told and rolled over, his poor stiffie underneath him and no way to be fondled. I took each of his wrists and put them together behind his back and quickly slapped a snap lock on between the two cuffs. I love these locks as they are as quickly removed as they are placed on. I informed Peter that I was going to "check" him to see just how much work I had in store of me for the evening. I sat next to him on the bed, making sure he watched as I donned a pair of rubber gloves. I took my time putting the gloves on, assuring their perfect fit, assuring he watched as I snapped the rubber into place. I walked to the bottom of the bed and stood between his feet hanging off the edge of the bed. I pulled his legs toward me and told him to do his best to scoot to the edge and put his feet on the floor. After shuffling around, he half stood and half layed on the bed, his bottom high in the air, ready for my inspection.
I removed the KY from my pocket and pushed a good amount onto my right hand on my index and middle fingers. I told him to relax and take deep breaths, as he laid there assuring me he had never been penetrated in any way. I somewhat basked in the nervousnous of his voice. I told him I was just going to take his temperature, check to be sure there were no obstructions, and gave him a good swat with my left hand across his ass and told him not to be such a baby. Peter whimpered at the smack, and as he did, I surprised him and began to rub the KY around his puckered ass, pushing my middle finger firmly at it’s opening. He finally took a deep breath and I pushed a bit harder until my middle finger slid into him past his anus. He began some bitching and moaning into the blanket, but I ignored it and and moved my finger in circles inside of him, making sure the KY was sufficiently distributed. I removed my finger and scolded him for bitching, that we were just getting started. I told him to hold still while I inserted the thermometer. He didn’t flinch much at the insertion, and I slowly pushed the thermometer to the hilt. He gasped a bit, but stifled any other objections. I twisted the thermometer for the 2 minutes required to get an accurate reading, pushing it in and out, turning it, taunting him with it. I finally removed it, wiped it off with a tissue and informed him that so far he appeared to be healthy.
He gave a sigh of relief and began to scoot again, thinking he was going to get back up on the beg. I grabbed his thighs by my gloved hand and told him "not so fast,, I’m not done". He kept his position and I told him to put his feet a bit closer together on the floor, arch his back, and get his rear very high up in the air for me. This time he did as he was told without hesitation. I stood behind him, my feet on the outside of his, and with both hands spread his cheeks very wide apart. I heard him groaning but once again paid no attention. I told him I was visually inspecting him, that it was necessary so that the enema nozzle wouldn’t hurt him later. I stretched him quite tight and watched his ass as he tried, out of humiliation, to close himself, which was impossible. I let go, took my left hand and lifted one cheek very high and outward, and once again placed my right middle finger against his ass. His bottom still had a lot of lubricant on it, and I slid my middle finger inside of him quite easily. I felt around inside, noticing his prostate, giving it a good slow rub, feeling the length of his inside as I pushed my finger in and out, then removed my finger. I told him he was *very* tight and informed him that if I stretched him a bit, the enema nozzle would not be so uncomfortable. He gave a small sigh of resistance, but I proceeded to insert both my middle and fore finger into his ass at the same time. His wrists jerked against the leather cuffs and the snap lock went taunt as he tried to separate his hands. Without hesitation, I continued my inspection of his bottom with both fingers, twisting them, separating my fingers inside of him, taunting him a bit buy pulling them half way out, then inserting them again to the hilt. After several minutes of this probing, I told him he could now take the nozzle much easier and withdrew my fingers. I patted his bottom with a tissue and let him rest for a bit.
I left him lying there half on the bed, removed the gloves, and went digging into my bag once again. I retrieved my enema bag, hose and nozzle and told him his first enema was going to be strictly to clean him out for his succeeding ones. I told him there would be nothing "erotic" about it, that it would be administered in the bathroom and not in the bed. I told him to rest while I prepared it. I filled a plastic cup with very hot water and tossed a bar of hotel soap into it. I swirled the soap around and around in the cup, watching, as much of the soap dissolved into the hot water. I set the cup aside and gave my red rubber bag a good rinse with hot water. The hose on the bag is quite thick and therefore a regular clamp is not sufficient to clamp off the water. I used a pair of stainless forceps as a clamp, and attached it about 2’ from the top of the hose. I let water drain down the hose, attached a wonderful black, wide rounded nozzle, and closed the forceps, clamping off the tube. I poured in my hot soapy water from the cup and filled the bag with forceful running warm water until it filled and bubbles ran over the top and down the sides of the bag. I hung the bag on a towel rack and removed my lab coat, my blouse and skirt, and put the lab coat back on. I now stood, looking in the bathroom mirror, looking like a sexy nurse in all white lingerie who forgot to put her dress back on. I unclipped my hair and let the curls fall around my neck. I called for Peter to come into the bathroom to take his enema.
I could hear Peter scooting uncomfortably off the bed, his hands still handcuffed. He face was shocked when he saw what I wore, and even more shocked when he saw the bag overflowing with bubbles. I told him not to be afraid, that while probing him I discovered that he definitely needed this cleaning out and would feel better afterward. laid a large white towel down on the floor and told him to kneel on it.
He did what he was told, this time without hesitation. I once again told him to relax and twisted the large nozzle into his rear. I unclasped the forceps to expel just a moment’s worth of water to clear him just enough to twist the nozzle around, finding a happy home for it to rest. He told me he would be more happy lying on his left side, but I corrected him and told him that *I* knew what was best for him. His hands still cuffed behind his back, I stood next to him and pushed down on his back until his face and shoulders were resting on the floor. He spread his ankles very wide to get his balance on his knees... Mmmm.. just the position I was hoping for.
I sat on the toilet behind him and held the nozzle in place. I told him to just try to relax and breath deep and he would be able to handle his soapy water just fine. I released the forceps about ½ way and let the soapy water begin to drain into him. He began to wiggle around a bit more than I wanted, and I lifted a foot and put my heel on his buttock and told him to hold his position. He became quite still after feeling the spiked heel of my shoe making quite an impression on his ass. I closed the clamp once again, seeing the soapy bubbles running down the clear tube quite quickly and let him rest for a bit. He told me he had begun to cramp, but I assured him that the cramps were just cleaning him out nicely.
When the cramps subsided a bit, I opened the forceps all the way and once again watched as the bubbles rushed down the clear tubing. I kept my foot on his ass, telling him he could take the whole bag, to breath deep, not to fidget, and let the warm water do it’s work. His face had begun to perspire, and I took hold of the nozzle and started a rhythmic fuck to his ass with it. I would pull it out just far enough to let a bit of water escape the nozzle on the outside and run down his leg, then push it in again to it’s hilt. With each push he groaned. I told him he only had a about a pint to go and that he was doing fine. I closed the forceps tightly again and stepped over him and retrieved a butt plug from my bag. I re-entered the bathroom where he laid in a sweat, and once again perched myself on the toilet. I opened the forceps wide once again and let the remainder of the water flow into him.
I patted his bottom and told him he took all the water and he did very good. I rubbed his butt slowly with the nozzle still inside of him and he asked politely if he could get up now. I told him he really was dirty inside and that he should hold it for several minutes, to which he responded he didn’t think he could. I, of course being the nice person that I am, told him I could help. I applied a large amount of KY to the clear butt plug and removed the enema nozzle. I told not to let go ANY of his water or we’d have to start over again. He rocked back and forth on his knees and shoulders and I stood up and stood between his feet. I told him to relax that I was going to insert a butt plug to help him. He told me he wasn’t sure if he could handle it, go I gave his cock a few strokes and told him I knew what I was doing. Laying there open, his ass had begun to leak a few drops of water and I knew I’d better hurry. I took the plug by it’s base and slowly began twisting it against his wet ass, slowly but surely inserting it, listening with pleasure as Peter began to beg for me to stop. I stepped over to stand next to him, put one arm firmly around his stomach to hold him in place, and slid the remainder of the butt well into his ass. I had to push hard to get the wide base of the plug past his initial opening, and got very excited as I watched his anus being stretched wide. Finally I was able to get the base past his anus and the rest of the plug pushed in to the hilt. He began immediately to buck back and forth but I held him securely now with both arms around his stomach. Being full of water and handcuffed he was no match for me. I held him in position for the next 3-4 minutes, all the time pushing on the plug, reassuring him that this was good for him, and telling him that if he took his enema like a good boy I’d reward him later on.
Finally, after I sensed he was about to explode, I unclasped the snap locks from his wrists, told him to hop up onto the toilet and spread his legs. The force of the water had almost pushed the plug out on it’s own, so I reached between his legs, and with one swift movement, pulled the plug out. He immediately began to release the water and let out a wonderful sigh of relief. I stood at the sink cleaning the plug and washing my hands, taking my time, knowing I was embarrassing him by being in the room. I finally told him to finish up, get into the shower and clean up, and when he was sure he was empty, to come back to me in the bedroom.... so we could begin :)
I returned to the bedroom and left Peter alone in the bathroom to care of himself. He took his time making sure his belly was empty and to take a nice cool shower to clean away the any residue of his first enema. I was a bit relieved to notice he was taking his time; it gave me a moment to rest and devise a syllabus for his next treatment. I had truly enjoyed giving Peter his first, watching him squirm, listening to him whimper, and basking in the pleasures of his begging. After about 10 minutes, I heard the shower water begin to run and decided to get ready for Peter’s next treatment.
I retrieved the four soft ropes I had packed and secured them to each corner of the bed by tying one end off on each leg of the bed frame. After securing each rope, I scooted the rope under the bed to hide it. I decided that if I wasn’t going to have the pleasure of enjoying my *favorite* recipe for a good enema, I would have Peter enjoy it for me. I retrieved the jar of baking soda and lemon juice and set it in clear siight on the dresser. I also retrieved the 7" hard black nozzle from my kit, the clear butt plug, and set them all together nicely on the dresser.
Peter finally returned from the bathroom, naked, with the leather cuffs removed from his wrists and ankles, looking spent. He handed me the cuffs and plopped on the bed in a fashion as if to announce that he was finished for the night. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in lingerie and a lab coat and gently stroked his bare chest and thighs. I suggested that if maybe he was too tired to take another enema, he could reciprocate by giving me one. He just shook his head and said he was too tired. Well, needless to say, this irritated me a bit and immediately decided that *I* would be the one to reciprocate and do a little irritating of mine own.. perhaps a bit of irritation to Peter’s insides.
I pushed myself a bit closer to Peter and began to seductively explain to him that if he didn’t take another enema, I was concerned that the first one would leave him irritated from all the soap I used, and that I feared he might be a bit sick the next few days and be unable to continue with his business appointments he had come here originally for. He thought about this for a while, all the time rubbing his belly, and finally admitted that his stomach did feel a bit weary. I explained that I could give him a very soothing baking soda enema that would clean him out of all the residual soap. He finally agreed.
It took some convincing, but I finally was able to convince Peter to allow me to put the wrist and ankle cuffs back on him so that I could "control his position" on the bed (eg). I buckled the cuffs tightly then moved them around to position the D-rings on each cuff pointing outward. I told him to lay spread eagle on the bed, flat on his stomach, explaining that the water would cause more pressure this way and make sure that he was completely cleaned out when he released it. At this point I felt I could have sold him sand in Nevada. I sat again on the edge of the bed and rubbed Peter’s arm. As I did, I reached under the bed and retrieved one of the ropes I had secured. When I began to tie the first rope to Peter’s wrist, he questioned the need for it. I told him I wanted him perfectly immobile and still for this enema, that I wanted him to concentrate on holding it, and that this loss of control would make that an easier task. After securing his first wrist, I had him roll over on his side so that I could slide a big fluffy pillow under his belly, then rolled him back over on his stomach. I told him the pillow would make it easier for me to stroke his cock if I thought there was a need for it. Suddenly he was extending his arms and legs, making it oooh so easy for me to tie off his other three limbs.
I walked to the bathroom and got a large white towel that I took back and slid under Peter’s pelvis. His bottom was just high enough in the air to give me complete access, but not to high so that I could really fill him up. I kept explaining how much easier this second enema would be to take since he was already pretty well cleaned out from the first. I took the 7" nozzle and the jar of baking soda to the bathroom and attached the nozzle to the hose. I made sure to thoroughly rinse the enema bag to be sure and get rid of all the soap that might have remained. I refilled the bag half way with nice hot water, then sprinkled about a quarter cup of baking soda into it and gave it a good shake. I then filled the bag the remainder of the water with more hot water and give it a few last shakes. I made sure to let enough of the water spill out of the nozzle to remove the air, then clamped it off with the forceps. I then took the ice bucket that still had a fourth of it filled with ice and ran cold water into it to fill it about half way. I took the lemon juice and made a nice strong lemonade out of the water, stirred it up, then went and sat it on the night-stand next to the bed. Peter asked what was in the bucket, but I didn’t respond.
I returned to the bedroom, a fresh pair of rubber gloves on my hands, and hung the red bag filled with hot baking soda and water from the wall lamp. When I took the edge of the hose and lifted it for Peter to see the nozzle, he gasped at the wide tipped 7" intruder. I was no longer in the mood for games, and having Peter securely tied to the bed, I decided from then on to tell him exactly what I had in mind. I removed the tube of KY from my pocket and once again sat on the edge of the bed. I talked the entire time I was squirting KY on my fingers, telling him that if he just does exactly what I say, we’d have no problems, that he would be so much healthier when I got done with him, I ‘d be so proud, etc etc etc. While I talked I leaned over and once again spread his ass cheeks good and wide with my gloved hands and once again slid two fingers inside of his rectum. He told him his ass was a bit sore from expelling the soap, but I reassured him we’d have all that nasty soap cleaned out real soon. Once again, I massaged and stroked the inside of his rectum. As I did, Peter began to pull very hard against the ropes that held him spread eagle on the bed. I reassured him that he wasn’t going to get loose until I allowed him to get up. I reached my other hand under his belly and gave his stiff cock a few strokes with my gloved hand. The combination of my fingers of one hand inside his ass and the other stroking his cock seemed to relax him. Finally, I withdraw my fingers and proclaimed he was ready for his last enema.
I took the nozzle and stretched the hose from the bag hanging from the wall lamp and held it up about 2 feet above Peter’s ass and released the forceps a bit to allow a small amount of water to flow from the nozzle and onto Peter’s ass. I held my hand under the small flow and reassured that the water was still hot. Peter gave quite a jump at the water hitting his ass and verbally wondered if the water was too hot. I told him that yes, it WAS hot, but it was just the way *I* wanted it and he had no choice. I held the nozzle up to Peter’s ass and once again began twisting and pushing the nozzle until it eventually slid into his ass. I enjoyed watching as I began to slowly fuck Peter with the large nozzle; pushing it in an inch, pulling it out, pushing it back in one and half inches, pulling it out, until eventually I was able to slide the length of the nozzle deep into his ass. I pulled the nozzle once again until the bulb on the end of it was resting just inside his ass. I reached up and opened the forceps on the tube and watched the clear hose as the baking soda and water began a gentle flow. As the water flowed, I continued by fucking of Peter’s ass with the nozzle. Peter was groaning and moaning, this time with pleasure. I talked to him all the while, telling him how soothing the baking soda would be to his insides. As more and more of the water flowed however, Peter began once again to pull against his restraints. When he did, I would stop the flow temporarily, rub his belly, stroke his cock, then begin again. Peter turned his head and looked at me, with a thankful look inspired by my gentleness. Finally, the two quarts of baking soda water was drained completely inside of him. He asked if he could get up and use the restroom. I then informed him that he was only half done, and from here on out, there was no room for me to be gentle.
I took the edge of the towel Peter was laying on and stuffed it between his cheeks, scolding him that he’d better not dare lose any of his water or I’d have to reinsert the butt-plug. I took the empty bag down from the wall, took ice bucket half full of cold lemonade, and poured it into the bag. The contents filled the bag about half way. I made him turn and look and told him he’d only be getting another half a bag instead of a whole. Once again, I held the nozzle above Peter’s ass and let a small amount drip down his crack. This time he exclaimed that it was too *cold*. It was then that I explained this procedure. I inserted the bulb shaped nozzle into Peter’s ass to help him return his current belly full of water, and then explained that the new contents in the bag was water and lemon juice, and that when instilled up his ass with the baking soda already inside, there would be a quite violent "fizzing" action when the two met. I told him that if he was perfectly still, we may even enjoy being able to hear the two mixing, making a "shhhhhhhh" kind of noise. He began to beg, pleading for me not to release the lemonade, that he would give me a nice enema, that he would obey anything I asked of him. I informed him that he’d had his chance, assured him that this procedure was safe, then opened the forceps on the hose wide open.
I held the nozzle up Peter’s ass as far as it would go, and as soon as the lemonade began to drain, Peter began to twitch, trying to lift his buttocks, thrashing his head back and forth on the bed, trying desperately to roll over on his side, anything to stop the flow. I told him to take short shallow breaths and allow the chemical reaction to do its work to clean him out. I saw he was perspiring and begging to beg with desperation. I need that with the combination of solutions and the temperature of the cold water, that despite the large nozzle, Peter was not going to be able to hold this water.
I reached across and grabbed the butt plug, waited until all the water had run down the hose and into his ass, and with one swift motion, removed the nozzle and inserted the plug. Peter began to violently buck back and forth with the plug in his ass. I climbed up on the bed, put one foot on either side of him, and squatted down on his ass onto the plug. I began to slowly gyrate my pussy against his ass, and reached under him with both gloved hands and began to stroke his cock with long strokes. I informed Peter that when he came, I would allow him to get up and use the toilet. He continued his groaning, now groans of pain and pleasure, and finally, after only a few moments, came very hard onto the towel below him. I got up off of him and quickly unsnapped each of his restraints and told him to get up very quickly and run for the bathroom. This time I did not follow him, I knew he needed *no* help removing the plug!
I listened from the bedroom as Peter exploded on the toilet. I called at him to be sure to shower afterward. It was in no time at all that I heard the shower running. It took much less time for Peter to release all of this enema. When I heard the shower running, I went into the bathroom and thoroughly cleaned the bag, hose and nozzles I had used. I brought with me my favorite nozzle, a long black nozzle with two large knobs, about an inch apart, and attached it to the tube. I again filled a cup of hot water and soap and began to prepare my own enema. I poured the soapy water into the bag and once again filled it to the top until the soapy bubble ran over the top and down the bag. I then returned to the bedroom, hung the bag on the lamp, stripped down to my white thigh highs, and took a position kneeling with my head down, on the edge of the bed.
When Peter returned from the bathroom, he quickly sat down next to me. I reminded him about his refusal to give me my pleasure and told him to sit in the chair at the foot of the bed. When he did, I got up and put the leather cuffs back on him, this time wrapping them around the arms and feet of the chair. Peter was now bound, in the chair, about 3 feet from where I was going to play, and unable to touch me or himself. I knelt back down on the bed, my ass facing Peter, my pussy now swollen and glistening with desire, and reached over for the enema nozzle. I took some KY and began to massage my ass with it, inserting my middle finger just to the first knuckle. I did this all very slow, my hips moving back and forth gently, moaning small quiet moans. I reached back and inserted the nozzle slowing, very gently and slowly fucking myself with the nozzle, groaning loudly each time the nozzle went further into my ass. Finally I inserted the nozzle to the hilt, reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks wide so that Peter could see that I had taken the entire nozzle. I then reached over with my left hand and released the forceps to start the flow of water. The water felt wonderfully warm at first. When the water began to travel higher, I rocked back and forth on my knees, holding my belly, groaning loud and explaining to Peter that I was feeling the sting of the strong soap. I never once clamped the forceps to stop the flow and took the entire two quarts.
When the bag was empty, I removed the nozzle and quickly reached back and inserted my middle finger into my rectum. I told him watch and I scampered around the bed, holding my water, being such a good girl. After a few moments, I rolled over onto my back, my feet flat on the bed and my knees far apart and facing him, couldn’t resist and began to gently masturbate my clit. It wasn’t long until I felt the wonderful spasms deep inside my pelvic and ass begin to increase. I quickly reached over and put the towel under my butt, then allowed the orgasm to explode. I tried desperately to hold the water inside of me as my rectum contracted with the orgasm. A small amount flowed onto the towel as I shook. When the orgasm finally subsided, I got up, picking the towel up with me between my legs, walked slowly past Peter, and into the bathroom. Without closing the door, I expelled my enema, the cleaned up afterward. I finally returned to the bedroom and untied Peter from his chair. He promised that next time he would grace me by giving me any enema that I wanted. I packed up all my goodies, kissed Peter goodbye, and retrieved my car from the valet attendant. The night air was chilly, and I had put the lab coat on, bag in hand. The attendant gave me the most peculiar look :)
The End.
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