We were fast friends in college and had parted ways for jobs and personal relationships. While in college we discovered a mutual love of and sometime craving for enemas. The last meeting we had was in a hotel room in Manhattan where Janet subjected me to three soapsuds enemas and a scary penetration of my rectum and vagina with a strap-on dildo. None of this was expected by me. Janet ended our meeting with strong caresses and we cuddled. "The next time we meet, Denise, you can have your way with me. I trust you." I did not forget her statement and was now committed to pay her in erotic stimulation and submission to me.
Our meeting was scheduled at my three-bedroom condo on Long Island on the south shore. I'd lived there three years and had fixed it up to suit my tastes. One room connecting to the bathroom held concealed boxes of sex toys, medical toys, restraints, and different instruments for giving enemas. I'd used much of the equipment on myself particularly all the enema equipment. The only thing missing for me was a partner who shared my predilection. Janet would be introduced to my stuff and I hope come to enjoy it as much as I did. I invited her to spend the long three-day holiday with me, and she accepted.
She rang my door bell and I stepped back a half a step as I opened the door. Janet stood 5'8" with long wavy light brown hair, wearing a white blouse with ruffles and a straight skirt which showed her beautiful hips and lovely round butt. People told us we could be twins when it came to body shape, but I always thought her body was a tad fuller in all the right places than mine.
"Come in. Come in," I yelped, and gave her a hug, pulling her firm breasts against my own. She squeezed me back and said how I had not changed in four years. I helped her put her things in the spare room across from mine. I got us both glasses of iced tea and we chatted at length about ourselves. Finally, I screwed up my courage and asked, "Janet, do you remember the time you gave me three enemas and then fucked me with your strap-on?"
She laughed and said, "I sure do, and enjoyed every minute."
"Well, you ended our session with the promise that I could do to you whatever I wanted the next time we met," I said.
She agreed to go shopping with me for some items I wished to pick up, and she would spend the rest of the day subject to my "treatments." Our first trip was to a medical supply store to pick up two 32 fr catheters, castille soap, and diapers.
When we returned home, I ordered her to her bedroom to strip and come into the third bedroom, the one next to the bathroom, when I called. I readied the Higginson syringe connected to a two-quart bag containing Dr. Bronner's soap. The temperature of her solution would be about 95 degrees. In the room, I had a used electric-powered exam table with an IV pole affixed. Next to the exam table was a table on wheels with rubber gloves, several specula, vaginal bulb syringes of different sizes, and lubricants.
"Janet, dear, come in here and see what I've got for you." I called.
She walked quickly into the room and stopped short, looking at the apparatus with the IV pole, table with instruments. "Oh, god. Is this going to hurt?" she said looking at me.
"No, dear. I will be gentle, but you must do everything that I say. Do you hear me?"
"Okay. Let's do this," she said with a smile. "Where do you want me?"
"Step up on table and lie face down with your hips over the separation in the cushions," I instructed.
Janet did as I asked, and I admired her figure and especially the curve of her buttocks. Gently, I spread warmed oil on her back and knead her shoulders, working back and forth with my hands to her waist. She let out a sigh and started to relax. I walked to the foot of the table and applied oil to her feet, gently massaging each leg, working up to the calf of each leg.
"Mmmm," she purred as I gently progressed.
"Janet, spread your legs for me," I said, as I massaged the back of each of her firm, smooth thighs. She did so, and I pressed the control button and raised her midsection so that her legs were on one side of a V and the rest of her torso inclined over the opposite side. "Are you comfortable, sweetie"?" I asked. Without waiting for a reply, I put a gloved finger into some waiting lubricant on the table. "Now spread your cheeks for me, Janet," I said in a firm voice. Paybacks were going to be a bitch, which we'd both enjoy.
Janet reached up and pulled her buttocks apart, and I swirled my forefinger around her anal ring, she clenched her butt, and I gave her a hard smack. "Don't do that again. You are under my control, remember," I said. She said nothing and continued holding her butt spread. Gradually I pushed my finger into her rectum, causing her to suck in air. I moved my finger in and out slowly for a few minutes, knowing that every nerve in her ass was on alert. Finally, I removed my finger and picked up the lube syringe that was preloaded with lube and pressed it deep into her anus. I held it there for a minute and then pressed the plunger and injected the lube into her.
"Oh, I didn't expect that!" she announced in a firm voice.
"There will be more to come, Janet. Now get ready for your first enema."
I took the Higginson syringe, which was inserted into the 32 fr colon tube, and started pushing the tube into her rectum. At the same time I gently squeezed the tube sending a surge of soapy water into her bowel. She lay quietly as I repeated the squeezing of the syringe which was attached to a two quart enema bag. After about ten squeezes she said, "I think I'm full."
I knew she was not being truthful. Janet always made sure Janet was comfortable no matter what her circumstance. Well, today would be a little different. I let her rest for three minutes and then squeezed the bulb, sending a surge of water into her. The suspended enema bag had kept the water flowing but at a slow rate. My squeezes just sped up her intake. When the bag was empty, I removed the colon tube and allowed her to used the toilet.
"Wow, a lot came out of me," she announced on returning from the bathroom. I had her lie again on the exam table which I had lowered to a flat position. I let her relax as I gathered the leg rests used for a gynocologic exam. I put the stirrups in place and lifted each leg into place. I moved her backside to the edge of the table and pushed her legs in the direction of her head to assure maximum exposure of her vagina and anus. While she lay in this position, I took a warm, soft towel and gently moved it over her breasts and stomach and down her sides. After five minutes or more of this, I announced, "It's time for your second enema."
With that, I produced an aluminum nozzle attached to another two-quart bag of clear warm water. Aluminum conveys heat. I smeared KY jelly on the nozzle and placed its tip against her anus. "Now relax. This might feel big, but you will get used to it." I pressed the nozzle against her waiting sphincter and held it in place. Slowly I advanced the nozzle.
"Oh, that is big. Take it easy, Denise."
"It is only part way in. Remember your treatment of me? I want you to share the same sensations, sweetie." With that, I pushed the nozzle in and watch her anal ring surround its widest part. She pushed her secured legs against the stirrups. At last, I inserted the nozzle all the way and she enveloped the aluminum. I let the warm water flow from the clear silicon bag dangling at the foot of the exam table.
Janet smiled as she felt the nozzle warm up and the water enter her. I continued to rub her stomach, sides and the top of her abdomen, pressing very gently. I could see the nozzle quiver as she filled with water and the bag start to collapse.
I continued to softly massage Janet, moving my warmed hands down between her legs, caressing each thigh. At last she could no longer withstand my touches and insertions and tried to raise her hips and let out a deafening yell of joy. Paybacks can be fun.