It was to be her first inflatable nozzle enema, and it was something that she had been dreading for the longest time. Over the course of the past few months, when she had been given her regular cleansings, her lover had commented that she was displeased with the amount of solution this young lady was able to take and hold, and for that reason, she had purchased a double inflatable nozzle nozzle from one of the many internet sites which sold such things.

When the package arrived yesterday, she did not dare open it as it was not addressed to her, but to the dominant woman with whom she shared the apartment. To do so would have meant a severe discipline session with the hairbrush and strap, so she just placed the parcel on the kitchen table and left it alone.

When her lover came home later that evening and saw the package, she immediately removed it to her study and didn't say another word about it until they were in bed together and she was informed that tomorrow evening there would be a special surprise for her.

When she awoke the next day, she found a note from her lover telling her exactly what would be in store for her that evening. She was told to be prepared to receive a three quart enema with the new equipment. She was also instructed to be dressed in nothing more than a tank top tee shirt, and be waiting in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. During the course of that day, as the apprehension built, she tried giving herself several smaller enemas to clean herself out as best she could so that she could take the whole three quarts on the first try and not have the procedure repeated over and over.

Stripping naked, she filled the fountain syringe to the top with a soapy solution and managed to take most of the two quarts on the second try. Following a clear water rinse, she felt confident that she would be up to the task later in the evening. She ate nothing, save a few soda crackers and some broth, and waited for the woman she loved to come through the door.

When it was time for her lover to appear, she changed into the tank top and took a seat on the commode. After a short wait, she heard the front door open and knew that her paramour was home. She called out to her that she was ready for her ministrations, and in a few minutes the woman came into the bathroom carrying a large enamel can with a hose and the double inflatable nozzle nozzle attached.

She watched in dreaded anticipation as the can was filled to the brim with a frothy soapsuds mixture and the nozzle was attached. She was relieved to see that the air was bled from the hose and some of the water was allowed to flow into the tub.

She was then told to assume a position bent over the tub with her legs spread and felt a well-lubricated rubber gloved finger slide deep inside her tight bumhole. The next sensation she felt was the large, tapered tip of the inflatable nozzle being slid in her, twisting and turning the whole way up until it was well inside her. She then felt a unique fullness as the bulb inside her was inflated, then felt a tightness as the outside bulb was also inflated to seal her completely.

She heard an audible click as the clamp was released and the three quarts of warm, soapy water began to fill her bowels. She was torn between agony and ecstasy as the pressure mounted. Closing her eyes, she wished that this ordeal would end, and cried out asking that the flow be stopped. Her plea was ignored as she felt several hard smacks with the hairbrush across her buttocks and an admonishment that this enema was not yet over, and that she still had about another quart to go.

Finally, she heard the click as the clamp was closed and the solution was left to do its job. The agony of the cramping was unbearable until she felt the slowly vibrating rubber dildo slide in her wet and dripping womanhood. Wave after wave of orgasms came over her as she nearly forgot the nozzle firmly imbedded in her rear.

She was allowed to stand and was led to the toilet where she straddled the bowl while her lover released the air from the balloons. In a sudden gush, the nozzle popped out, propelled by the contents of her full bowels, and in a torrent of water, she found relief from the terrible incursion. She had survived the first inflatable nozzle enema, but she knew it would not be the last.