My girlfriend, Cindy, had just come from her doctor's appointment, and I asked how it had gone. She replied that it hadn't gone well. I asked what she meant, and she told me that she had been having hard and painful bowel movements, and that she didn't care for the doctor's prescribed treatment. He had her using laxatives and suppositories, which had been having sporadic results. Cindy asked me what I thought she should do, and I told her that she needed to modify her diet to include more fiber, drink more water, and exercise regularly. That would fix her long-term problem, but for now, I told her, get rid of the laxatives and suppositories, and take an enema when she felt a hard bowel movement coming on.

"No way", she said. "I had to have one of those when I was growing up and I hated it." I asked her to tell me about her experience, and she told me about an enema she was forced to have when she was ten or eleven years old. She was in the hospital for pneumonia, and hadn't had a bowel movement in several days. Her nurse wasn't very nice, and when Cindy balked at being given an enema, the nurse had orderlies hold her down while she had a great big soapsuds enema forced into her. Cindy said it was humiliating, and the insertion was painful, and the cold solution gave her terrible cramps.

"Well, based on your experience, I can understand why you feel the way you do", I told her. "The procedure should make you feel better, not worse. Maybe if someone patient and gentle gave it to you, you would feel differently about having an enema", I added. "Maybe so", she said, "but I just can't stand the thought of that cold soapy water being squirted up my behind".

"What if the water is warm, and without soap?", I asked. "I don't know", she said, "the last time was so awful. It hurt like hell". "If the nozzle is thoroughly lubricated before insertion, and the water allowed to flow in slowly, it won't hurt at all", I promised. At that point, I could tell she was considering all that I had told her, so I decided to go for it. "Let me give you a small enema with plain, warm water", I offered. "If you feel discomfort at any time, we'll stop. If you decide you still hate enemas, you can always go back to laxatives and suppositories".

At first, she just looked at me like she was trying to figure out if I was kidding, or what. After she thought about it for a minute, she grudgingly agreed to try it the next time she felt a hard bowel movement coming on. Rather than let the issue go, I decided to press on before Cindy could change her mind. "Why not try it now?", I asked her. Before she could answer, I told her that she might as well decide now how to treat her problem, and follow the plan instead of enduring the pain she had been going through.

Cindy just threw up her hands and said "OK, but won't we need to go purchase an enema somewhere?" I told her that I might have everything we need. "You have one of those Fleet enemas here?", she asked. No, I said, and explained that I have a hot water bottle that I purchased for my knee (yeah, sure) that came with attachments that can be used for an enema. I pulled out the box, and showed her the hose and adapter and the small, smooth enema pipe that would be gently inserted into her rectum.

She was still skeptical, but after a few more minutes of reassurance, Cindy was willing to go through with it. I had her get some towels to lay on the bed, and take off her clothes while I prepared the enema. I rinsed the bag thoroughly, and put a pint of very warm tap water in a thermos. I grabbed a small jar of vaseline and some tissues, and took everything into the bedroom.

Cindy was sitting naked on the bed next to the towels, with her arms folded over her breasts. She asked me what I wanted her to do, and I told her it would probably be best if she was a little more relaxed before we started. I asked her if she'd like a massage, and she immediately replied, "oh yes", and rolled over, face down on the towels. I started at her neck and worked my way down, consciously avoiding her nice firm fanny. After fifteen minutes, she was much more relaxed, and I moved down to her lower calf muscles, and started working my way up her well toned legs.

As I began to massage her inner thighs, she began to moan a little, and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was helping her relax. She said that the massage wasn't just relaxing, she was starting to get aroused. "You don't mind do you?", I asked. She replied, "No, I just thought you were going to give me an enema, not make me all hot and wet". I said nothing, and just continued massaging firmer and closer to Cindy's slit. She was getting really excited, moaning and sighing while I teased her wet sex with the tips of my fingers.

With one hand, I reached over for the vaseline, and removed the cap. I removed my wet middle finger from Cindy's clitoris, and dipped my index finger into the vaseline. She asked me what I was doing when I spread her buns apart and placed my vaseline coated finger against her anus. I told her that I was putting some lubrication on her anus to help the nozzle slide in easily. Exasperated, she said, "Are you going to give me an enema or get me off"? "What would you think if the answer was both?", I asked. "I think it sounds kinky", she said, "but, I guess I'll trust you".

With that, I started moving my finger in small circles around Cindy's anus. At first, she was tense, but quickly relaxed and actually started enjoying the attention to her back door. With just a little pressure, my finger slipped inside her anal opening to the first knuckle. I wiggled and twisted it just a little, and Cindy moaned and told me that that didn't feel bad at all. This was going better than I could have imagined.

"Ready for your enema now"?, I asked. "If it feels as good as what you've been doing, then yes I am", she answered. I poured the half quart of warm water into the enema bag and screwed the hose and adapter on. I placed the nozzle in the now-empty thermos and raised the bag over my head. When a steady stream of warm water shot out of the nozzle, I squeezed the clamp shut.

I laid the bag on the bed, and spread Cindy's cheeks wide. "I'm going to put the nozzle in your bottom now", I said, and placed the tip against her slippery hole. I moved the tip around in small circles until I could tell she was relaxed, then slowly and steadily inserted the nozzle all the way in. When I released Cindy's cheeks, she asked me if it was in, and I replied that it was. "Wow", she said, "that's nothing like I remember".

I resumed my massage of Cindy's inner thigh, which brought on a soft moan and some squirming. As I moved my middle finger to her swollen clitoris, I began sliding the nozzle in and out of her bottom with my unoccupied hand. "Ooh, now that feels really good", she cooed. "I'm going to start the flow of water now, Cindy", I told her. "Let me know if you feel any discomfort". "OK", she said.

First I clicked the clamp fully open, then I slowly raised the bag until it was a foot or two above the bed. She moaned a little, and mumbled something about the warmth. As the bag slowly flattened, I continued rubbing her wet slit until she had a huge orgasm that lasted for at least five minutes. The contents of the bag had long since emptied into her, so I gently removed the nozzle from her slick anus. I told her to wait a few minutes before emptying her bowels, and went to the living room to give her some privacy.

After a few minutes, Cindy made her way to the bathroom, and emerged about ten minutes later. She walked up to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth, and asked me if I would give her another enema. "Right now"?, I asked hopefully. "No", she replied, "right after I take you in my mouth".