Fiona
FIONA'S FIRST ENEMA
by Fiona
Hi, I'm Fiona and The Collector asked me to tell the story of what my first
enema was like. As all of you probably already know (if you've seen my video) I
was an "enema virgin" when I met The Collector and he filmed my very first
enema. That smile on my face wasn't faked - I wasn't just acting for the
camera. Here's how it all happened.
At the time we met, I was a college student, working weekends in a cocktail
lounge as a waitress and struggling to keep up with my bills. The fellow you
know as The Collector came in now and then and we talked a lot. One day, I
mentioned that I was really having a hard time paying all my bills and he said,
"I know a way you could make some money, but I don't know that you'd care for
the work".
He immediately had my interest, so I asked him what he meant by that and he
answered, "Well, Fiona, I really don't know if I should be asking a nice girl
like you about this at all, but well, you know what I do for a living, but you
don't know about the little business I run after hours. I make adult videos.
There's no actual sex involved and nothing illegal, but it involves really kinky
stuff that I don't know if you'd be interested in".
I thought, "No sex? Nothing illegal? But really kinky? What's this guy into?
Whips and chains? No thanks!" Well, that's what I thought, anyway, but what I
heard myself saying was, "Oh? Tell me more. If it doesn't hurt, I might be
interested".
He hesitated a bit, then explained that he made videos of girls getting enemas.
Now THAT was a shock. I knew an enema had something to do with putting water up
your rectum to cure constipation, but I had never had one in my entire life.
And I had NO idea that there were people who enjoyed watching girls do that! I
asked him what it involved and he bought another drink and settled in to tell me
the whole story. I listend for a while and said, "Well, let me think about this
overnight. If it's really like you say it is, I doubt that I'd mind doing it.
But, could we just try it once to see if I get along OK with it?"
He suggested we do a "screen test" to see how I looked on camera, how I acted
and how well I was able to tolerate getting an enema. He also said that if the
screen test went well, he could use the footage for his "Enema Virgins" tape (I
laughed at that term) and he told me that if he did use it, I'd get paid quite
well for doing even just the screen test.
I said I'd still have to think about it overnight, but that he should stop in
for a drink the next evening and I'd give him my answer.
Later that same night, when I got back to my apartment, just off the CU campus
in Boulder, I checked my mail and found a notice that I had a Certified Letter
waiting for me at the post office. The next morning, I went to the post office
and there was a letter from my car finance company saying I'd missed two
payments and that if I didn't get $600 dollars to them within ten days, they'd
reposess my car. That did it! I didn't wait until that evening - I had The
Collector's business card and I called him at work to tell him that I'd do it.
In fact, I told him that if he could get away from work that afternoon, I'd cut
classes and do it right then, before I lost my nerve. He laughed and said,
"Sure!"
So, that's how it started; I was broke and I needed money and if I had to take
off my clothes and shove something up my little virgin behind, I didn't care. I
needed money and that's all that counted. Little did I know that I was about to
embark on a new and very-pleasant adventure!
That afternoon, I showed up at The Collector's house up in the mountains,
carrying all the makeup and lingerie I could grab in a hurry to doll myself up.
I figured, if I was going to do this, I might as well put on a good show. But,
to tell you the truth, I was scared shitless (excuse the pun). I really had NO
idea what to expect. I almost turned around and drove back to Boulder six or
seven times on the way to his house! The only time in my life that I'd ever had
anything up my butt was when I was very little and had my temperature taken
rectally and I didn't remember liking that.
But I kept on and when I got there, he didn't just talle me to take off my
clothes and shove things up my rear. Instead, we sat around and talked for a
while, with him explaining everything. He even showed me a couple of short
videos of other girls doing it. I was beginning to feel a little more
comfortable, so I said, "OK, let's get started".
He coached me for a few minutes on how the enema bag worked, what to say at the
beginning to explain who I was and that I'd never had an enema before and so on
and so forth. But that was about all he did - he left the whole thing pretty
much up to me and said that I'd be giving myself my own first enema so that I
could be more comfortable putting the tip in, controlling the flow of the water
and everything. I didn't feel at all sure of myself, but he calmed my fears and
said that everyone he'd ever filmed started out that way. So, I just decided
I'd put on a happy face, even though I was shaking inside, and give it a try.
He had me take an open-top amber latex folding syringe off a hook in the
bathroom and fill it up. I had something similar at home that I used for
douching, so I knew how the equipment worked. As I was filling it at the sink,
I was thinking to myself, "Those things never looked so BIG before! How in the
world can I hold two whole quarts of water?" I was still scared, but I just
kept smiling for the camera and kept on filling it up, right to the top, letting
the air out of the hose like he told me to so I wouldn't get cramps by putting
air up my rectum.
I hung the bag over the bed, sat down on the bed and put a lot of KY jelly on
the enema nozzle. My hand shook as I laid down on the bed, but I managed to
find my ass without both hands and a flashlight and I slid the tip slowly into
my rectum. That's when the first surprise came. My rectum gave an involuntary
little jerk, kind of a spasm, really tightening down, as if to say, "Hey, things
are supposed to come OUT of me - something's going in the wrong direction!"
The funny thing about it, though, was that it felt kind of good! I can't
describe the feeling to this day, but it was a bit like being tickled or having
someone french-kiss your ear. You sort of cringe, giggle and back away, but you
LIKE it.
I had to just lay there for a few seconds to gather my wits and (I hate to say
this, but it's true) savor the sensation. So, I gave myself a little time for
that, then I reached up, found the hose clamp, took a deep breath and opened the
clamp. What happened next totally stunned me!
I wasn't prepared for the sensation! I suddenly felt a warm rush up my rectum,
somewhat like I'd felt when the tip went in, but much deeper and warmer and,
well, the best word I can use to describe the sensation is "satisfying". First,
I got goosebumps and then, I just succumbed to a warm, rosy glow all over my
body.
Suddenly, the smile on my face wasn't being faked for the camera anymore!
I just laid there and enjoyed the sensation for a while. After a couple of
minutes, he asked me if I was feeling anything yet. I thought he was asking me
if I felt full or had to go, so I said I wasn't feeling anything yet. I was too
stunned and bewildered, feeling something I'd never felt before in my whole
life, to even TRY to describe what all that nice, warm water felt like.
Pretty soon, I told him I was feeling pressure. He told me to just stop the
flow and let the water work its way in before starting it again. But I said
something like it wasn't THAT much pressure and I left the clamp open. I really
could NOT describe what I was feeling in words, but I did know one thing: NO WAY
was I going to close that clamp and stop the delicious sensation!
Soon, I really did begin to feel a lot of pressure. He suggested that I roll
off my tummy onto my side to take some of the pressure off and I did. He wanted
me to describe the whole experience so he (and anyone who purchased the tape)
could hear just what I was feeling and how well I liked (or didn't like) the
enema. But, to tell you the truth, I was at a loss for words.
Those of you who have seen my videos know that I never talk much when getting an
enema and that's why. The Collector soon came to realize that it was because I
simply COULDN'T talk. I liked the feeling so much that all I could do was lie
there with this big, shit-eatin' grin on my face and enjoy it!
Look at it this way - how many people talk a lot during sex?
All I could do was lay there and enjoy it, so, that's exactly what I did. After
a while, I was getting pretty full and I managed to ask, "When should I stop the
flow?" He said, "When the bag's empty". That gave me pause for thought! I was
already getting pretty full! But, I was determined to make a go of it and
although I was starting to get uncomfortable, it wasn't THAT bad and I was
determined to stick it out and get the very last drop of water down from that
bag into myself. And I did! By the time the bag was empty, I felt like a
balloon, but it was kind of a good fullness that, once again, I can't describe
and it was not at all the sensation I'd expected before I'd tried it.
I closed the clamp and, slowly, because I was so full, I got up off the bed and
kind of waddled to the bathroom. I've never been pregnant, but I'll bet I now
have some idea of what it feels like to walk around with that much weight and
fullness in your tummy!
I sat down on the toilet and got my next surprise. I thought it was going to
feel like diarrhea and just slowly drain out. Instead, I just EXPLODED
everything that had been down there inside me into the toilet, water, chunks and
all, with such an incredible rush that I actually got dizzy and lightheaded for
a moment. I had to put out my hands against the walls of the little room his
toilet is in just to steady myself. I thought I might actually faint!
But all through emptying my bowels, I still had that silly grin on my face!
Well, I went and I went. And then I went some more. I couldn't believe how
much stuff there was inside me! He explained that, since I'd never had an enema
before, I probably had stuff impacted onto the walls of my colon that had been
there for years and that's why so much was coming out. I was simply amazed at
how MUCH shit there had been in there! I didn't think the human body could hold
that much!
After a few minutes, I said I was done and he said that, even though I thought I
was done, more might work its way down to my rectum and want to come out after a
few minutes. He suggested that if I felt like I was finished on the toilet, I
should get up and walk around a bit or lie down and relax. So I wiped, got up,
went back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. That's when he stopped
filming.
After the camera was off, we made coffee and I just lounged around on the bed
while we talked for a little bit. Sure enough, I had to get up three more times
and go to the bathroom, where more and more came out! I was totally amazed at
how much kept on coming out! What's more, the more that came out, the better I
felt! It was such a clean, refreshing feeling!
I asked him how he thought the video came out and I was astounded to hear him
say that he thought it was the very best enema virgin footage he'd ever shot. I
just laughed, so he took the tape out of his camcorder, put it in the VCR and we
watched it together. I was kind of amazed, msyelf, then - I didn't realize I
looked that sexy (if I do say so myself) and I didn't realize, until I saw
myself, that I'd been grinning from ear to ear through the whole enema and
evacuation!
That's when I asked him, "May I please have another enema?" And that's when HE
grinned from ear to ear. We both knew I was hooked!
He told me that, since I'd just done such a bigtime cleaning-out, I'd be able to
hold the contents of a two-quart enema bag much more easily than the first time.
The water, he said, would not only go in much easier but come out much quicker
and cleaner. That sounded even better, because the only thing that came even
close to being uncomfortable the first time was feeling blown-up like a balloon.
He got out an antique red rubber hot water bottle, filled it up, attached a hose
to it and then, on the end of the hose, he put this shiny, bright nozzle with a
rounded tip and four little holes in the sides, kind of like my douche nozzle.
It was bigger around than the first enema tip I used, but not so big as to scare
me. He called it a "Silver Bullet" and said that if I liked the first enema,
wait'll I felt how the nozzle heated up with the flow of the warm water on my
next enema.
He hung the enema bag over the bed while I changed into a white merrywidow
corset that he said was a real turn-on. If you've seen me on his web page,
you've seen an actual picture of me using the silver bullet for my second enema.
When the flow started and the tip heated up, I couldn't help but mouth the
words, "Oh my God!" and that's the video frame he froze forever, with me arching
my back, kicking up my heels and with that look of ecstasy on my face!
It was really a dream come true! I was doing something totally new that I
enjoyed; something that I knew I wanted to do again and again and again! And I
was getting PAID to do it!
The Collector and I managed to film ten of my enemas over the next several weeks
and it turned into my own feature enema video, which he says is selling better
than any other video he's ever made. I'm glad! Not only did he get me out of a
jam on my car payments, he turned me onto something I'd have never known about
otherwise. Something I know I'll be doing for the rest of my life, whether it's
on video or not.
Shortly after filming that tape, I graduated and moved to California where I now
live. But I did go back to visit Boulder last October and I called The
Collector to see if he wanted to film more enemas. His reply was, "Are you
kidding? Of course!" So we shot five more sequences and he added those to my
feature tape.
I haven't been back to Boulder since then, but we stay in touch. I majored in
creative writing and I'm trying to get a job in Hollywood writing for films or
TV. I haven't had much luck yet, but I've written one commercial for local TV
and there's even a chance I may get to be in a commercial myself, soon. The
Collector asked me to write this, so here it is, along with my thanks to both
him and to you for buying my videos which, along with my waitressing job, helped
me finish college and put away a little money to live on until I start making
money here in California. And I want everyone to know how much I've enjoyed the
experience of working with The Collector! If I get back to Boulder anytime,
I'll definitely look him up and you'll see the results on video!