My First Enema

By Kris Cooke

The first time I ever consider an enema was while cruising around the Internet looking for spanking stories. I had no clue that people participated in this particular fetish. I've always enjoyed erotic spanking and anal sex as a punishment part of my sex life but this was something new.

It took me six months to come back around to it before I tried.

I read several stories on http://www.enemarotica.com/stories.html and also some articles on how to do the real thing, but was feeling a little intimidated. Some people take up to three or four quarts of water? That scared me. What if my colon burst?

And I didn't have an enema bag. Where does one even find one?

However Fleet enemas are available at the local grocery store.

I was so embarrassed standing in the grocery aisle reading the directions on the enema box. I was sure everyone who passed was looking at me and knew what I was up to. I tried not to blush as I check out with my basket full of groceries. In the end, I choose a mineral oil enema and a double pack of saline Fleets.

Still I was worried. I read things about people cramping up. I wasn't worried about sticking the nozzle in me. Jeez, I'd taken things much bigger than that little thing. In fact I planned to use my dildo as a butt plug so none of the fluid would escape.

I had to wait for the next morning for my husband to go to work to do it to myself. I read as much as I could then went into my bedroom, locked the door and told myself I was a bad girl. I needed to undress. I took all of my clothes off and placed a towel on the bathroom floor. I read something that recommended the first enema shouldn't be ass in the air, but rather on the side with leg bended upward. However, I decided I'd been really bad and I was going to make sure the mineral oil made it as far down my colon as possible.

I was worried that I would cramp from cold oil and so heated it in the microwave. It never made it to a very warm temp, but I figured hell, I was a very bad girl and if I cramped that was as much as I deserved. I took the enema into the bathroom, knelt down on the floor with my breasts pressed against the rough towel, and stuck the tube into my ass. Slowly I pushed the oil up my ass hole, pausing occasionally so I would loose none of the precious oil out my butt hole. I couldn't tell if the bottle was empty or not so I got a small mirror and placed it behind me to make sure I got every drop. When I was certain no more oil would be emptied into my ass hole, I took my dildo and worked it into my ass.

The added pleasure was using the dildo on my clitoris. I came and came, the dildo keeping the oil tightly inside of me. Suddenly I had to go. I knew I should have waited longer... everything I read said to wait a while for the feeling to pass, but I just couldn't wait. I jumped up, sat on the pot, and pulled the big dildo out of me. Oil spilled out, but it was a while before the real evacuation took place. I went and went, feeling the emptiness I'd been longing for.

The enema directions suggested using a regular fleet enema after the mineral oil enema. But I've decided to wait until tomorrow when I will do the double pack of enemas. This time I will make myself wait 20 minutes. And I'm certain I'll have to invest in a real enema bag. A coffee enema sounds interesting.

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