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Thanks for reading my . As with all my stories this one has graphic descriptions of anal enemas. It also has a touch of . If those things offend you might want to pass this one by.
The is long (it just started out to be a short one) I hope you enjoy it.
CHAPTER 1
Jessica sat in her living room looking out onto her large back yard. The tall privacy fence she had a contractor build last year. She had gotten tired of cars slowing down to look her over as they drove by. She liked to sun herself in her string bikini and the younger men would drive by to get a good look at her. But she had started worrying about her safety when some of them had stopped and sat there watching her for several minutes before they drove off.
But now she felt the wetness growing between her legs as she looked out over the huge yard. As 5:00 got closer all she could think about was the water hose rolled up next to the house. She dropped her hand down to her now swollen clit and started making soft circles through her panties. No, she couldn’t cum yet, she told herself. For some reason she knew the situation wasn’t right for her to orgasm.
At 5:00 she stood up and pulled her Tshirt over her head and reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. It felt good when her cantaloupe sized tits were free. Slowly she pushed her shorts down over her hips and threw them on the sofa with her shirt and bra. Almost in a daze she walked to her bathroom and got the small jar of Vaseline.
Looking at it in her hand she had no recollection of buying the small jar. But now the urge was stronger within her as she walked to the large sliding door. Sliding the door open she stepped out onto the patio and closed the door behind her. In an uncontrollable daze she walked to where the water hose was rolled up on the caddy. Reaching for the faucet she turned it on and watched the hose jump as the swiftly moving water pushed the trapped air through the hose.
When there was a steady stream of water, she turned the knob until there was a slow trickle from the brass end. Her mind told her she needed to be in the center of the yard. Gripping the end of the hose she walked out into the middle of the yard pulling the hose with her. Dropping the hose, she spread her feet and started rubbing her crotch hard. She could feel the wet stickiness as it was absorbed into the crotch of the panties.
In a daze she pushed the panties down over her hips. Letting them drop she stepped out of them. Opening the jar of Vaseline, she dipped her finger in and brought out a large dollop and smeared it all over her tight rectum. She even pushed her finger into her asshole several times. She still couldn’t understand why she was going to do this to herself, bur her mind told her she needed to. Laying down on the soft grass she reached for the water hose.
Holding the hose in her hand she raised her bare feet into the air and spread them into a wide V. With the hose in her hand, she searched for her rectum feeling the now clod trickle of water wash over her slick cunt. Just a bit lower and she pushed the brass end hard against her anus. She could feel the coldwater spraying between her ass cheeks. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the brass end against the hole. With a shaking hand she pushed harder and felt her rectum yielding to the brass end.
The cold water was a slight shock to her body, but she pushed firmly until she felt her asshole close around the brass end. Yes, this was what she was supposed to be doing this afternoon. She felt the quickly growing need to shit, but her mind told her she was not allowed to. Clamping her ass tightly around the hose she started rubbing her swollen clit. Yes, her mind told her she could cum when she started crying from the cold water, she was forcing into her bowels.
Reaching beside her she felt for the panties she had let fall. She felt the wet crotch first and she forced the wet fabric out as she brought them to her mouth. Yes, this was what she was supposed to do. She could feel the cold water and sharp cramps slowly moving deeper into her bowels. She could taste her own cunt in her mouth as she sucked on the wet fabric. Her eyes were half closed as she rolled her head from side to side trying to deal with the growing pressure inside her.
She could feel her orgasm rising inside but it still wasn’t time for it. She had lowered her feet to the ground curled back behind her bare legs. For several minutes she made soft circles on her swollen clit as more cold water was forced into her overfull colon. Her once flat tummy was now round and swollen and the pressure, she was feeling inside was becoming almost unbearable. But still her mind wouldn’t let her stop.
She felt the first tear roll down her cheek. The steady “OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” coming from her was muffled by the wet panties she had stuffed into her mouth. Now was the time! Raising her bare feet into the air she spread them wide so anyone watching her take her enema would know she was going to cum! Her body started shaking uncontrollably as her climax took control of her body. The tears rolled freely down her cheeks now as the agony in her guts grew. She had reached her limit, but her orgasm was still raging through her body.
“What the fuck!” was the first thought that Jessica had. What the fuck was she doing outside in her yard. Her mind was trying to grasp her situation, trying to figure out why her stomach was in such agony and why she had a pair of panties in her mouth. Rolling to her side she reached back and gripped the still running water hose. The agony in her guts was beyond description. She pulled the panties out of her mouth just as her body heaved. A long stream of vomit splashed on the grass as she pulled harder on the hose in her ass.
She could feel her rectum open as she pulled the brass end through. There was no way for her to stop the flow coming from her now empty anus. She laid on her side as she felt several large lumps shoot through her hole. She had stopped crying now that the pain in her stomach was lessening. She still couldn’t figure out how she got outside in her back yard. Not to mention why she had a water hose in her ass. She had never so much as had a small Fleet enema and now she had just given herself a huge coldwater enema.
It had taken her almost an hour before she could come back inside. The soft brown logs that her body had pushed out had come from deep inside her colon. She had pushed herself up on her hands and knees when the cramps had moved down. The soft brown shit had hit the back of her bare legs as she looked down in horror. Several wet watery farts followed, but finally she was able to push herself to her feet.
As she stepped under the warm water in the shower, she caught a slight whiff of her shit as she washed it off the back of her legs. Why would she do that to herself she had asked herself several times. She was surprised when she had held the shower between her legs trying to wash her sticky cunt. The fast wave of pleasure that shot through her cunt had taken her breath away and she couldn’t help herself when she aimed the hard spray over her cunt again. The orgasm had not been as intense as the one in the yard, but she had never felt orgasms like these before. She had resigned herself a long time ago that she was going to be one of those women that couldn’t orgasm strongly.
CHAPTER 2
Dr. Emily Franklin had been a God send as far as Jessica was concerned. She felt at ease the moment she had shook hands with her on their first meeting. She felt she could tell this woman anything and she would understand. At 34 Jessica worked hard to keep her body tight and in shape and she liked it when men stopped to look at her as she walked away. But when men started stopping on the street and sitting in their cars just watching her, it had shaken her.
She had built the fence, but she was still uneasy and so she had searched for a therapist to help get her through it. She was on a first name basis with Dr. Franklin now and they hugged when Jessica walked into her office. It was 2:00 Thursday afternoon and Emily always made sure Jessica was her last patient for the day. Her receptionist Judy left for the day as soon as Jessica closed the door.
Emily Franklin was a beautiful woman that had just celebrated her 40th Birthday. Jessica had been invited to the party and had stayed to help clean up after all the guests had left. The party had been at Emily’s house as her house was larger than her sister’s house. It had been that night that Emily had asked Jessica how she felt about hypnotism.
“I never really thought about it,” Jessica had said taking another glass of wine. “And besides, I can’t be hypnotized anyways,” she had said. Emily just smiled and nodded spinning the small Chrystal in her fingers.
“Have I ever showed you this, Jessica?” Emily had asked holding it up still spinning so it held Jessica’s attention. Emily smiled as she saw her friend concentrating on the spinning gem. “Isn’t it relaxing to watch, Jessica”? Emily had asked in a soft even voice. “You’re falling into a deep sleep, Jessica,” she had said, her voice soft and even.
Jessica had slowly closed her eyes as she watched the spinning crystal and listened to Emily’s soft voice. Soon Jessica’s head was down on her chest and Emily had sat the wine glasses on the coffee table. “I’m going to count backwards from 8:00. When I reach 5:00 you will fall into a deeper sleep, Jessica. 8:00…7:00…6:00…5:00,” Emily smiled as she watched Jessica relax even more as she fell into a deeper sleep.
Emily had spent close to an hour giving Jessica instructions that she would not remember when she was awakened. The time of 5:00 had now become Jessica’s trigger. Emily had instructed Jessica that she was the only woman that could trigger the deep sleep by saying 5:00 but it had to be preceded by 6:00. Jessica had let out a soft “yes” as she listened to the instructions Emily was giving her. Her mind was in a soft warm place, and she felt happy inside.
The two women hugged when Jessica walked through the door. Jessica sat down on the couch and Emily sat in her soft overstuffed chair. Emily was dressed as a professional woman with her long blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. She sat properly with her slender legs to the side crossed at her ankles. Jessica had always tried to dress professionally in turn. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up on each other’s week.
“How was Saturday evening about 6:00…to 5:00?” Emily asked out of the blue. Jessica’s head slowly dropped to her chest and Emily knew she was once again in a deep sleep. “Jessica, can you hear me?” Emily asked. A soft yes was whispered from Jessica’s lips. Emily stood up and kicked her high heels off. She unbuckled the slim belt and lowered her skirt so she could step out of it. Her pantyhose was next, and she sat down as she peeled them down her slim legs. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide down off her shoulders and placed it with her skirt. She unsnapped her bra clasp between her breasts and let her tits swing free.
She walked into her bathroom and got a soft towel that she spread over the seat of her chair. She had been looking forward to this since she had instructed Jessica at their last meeting. She sat down and put her legs up over the arms of the chair. She felt the lips of her cunt lips spread and her swollen clit popped out of its tight hood. She had started with small tasks for Jessica like taking her shoes and socks off when she came into Emily’s office.
Jessica only hesitated a few seconds before she kicked her heels off and reached beneath her skirt to pull her pantyhose off. Leaving them by the door she walked across the carpeted floor bare footed. Her second task had been to remove her shirt and bra and go through the session topless. Everything had gone smoothly and when her session was done Jessica had just stopped at the door and dressed again before they hugged good by until the next session.
The idea of the enema in the back yard had come from a deep fetish Emily had kept hidden until now. She had been given an enema by her mother when she was sixteen and had become constipated. She could remember her mother telling her she had to be more careful of what she ate as she filled the red rubber bag and attached the hose. Her mom had been a nurse’s aide, so she knew all about giving enemas.
As a strong lesson she had made Emily strip totally naked and kneel on a folded towel on the kitchen floor. Her mother had hung the bulging bag from the cupboard handle. She had made Emily spread her own ass cheeks while she lubricated her tight brown star. Once the long douche nozzle had been pushed in all the way she opened the clamp holding the soapy water back. At first, she had felt nothing and then her head had come up when she felt the desperate need to go.
Those memories had been on her mind when she had decided on Jessica’s latest task. “Jessica, lay down on the couch and tell me about your enema Saturday evening,” Emily said in a stern voice. Jessica kicked her heels off and turned her body and laid down in the long couch. Emily was making soft circles on her swollen clit. Jessica’s eyes were open as her mind drifted back to last Saturday.
“I can’t believe how bad I needed that enema,” Jessica said. Her mind was in the same place it had been that evening. “All I wanted to do was push the hose up my ass and leave it there until I was crying,” she said remembering the deep determination she had felt. Emily was smiling as she felt a soft shudder wash through her cunt. “I remember I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn’t until I was crying from the pain,” she added. Her hand had dropped down to her crotch and Emily could see her spreading her legs.
“If I let you masturbate, will you describe everything in detail for me, Jessica,” Emily asked feeling her heart starting to pick up speed. Jessica had turned her face and was nodding yes as she looked directly at Emily. Take your clothes off Jessica,” Emily directed as she stood. Walking back into her private bathroom she retrieved another towel.
Jessica was naked when Emily returned with the towel. She had carefully folded her clothes and had set them on the empty chair. Emily smiled when she saw the small patch of light brown hair above Jessica’s pussy. She liked her own pussy to be shaved bare, but she could live with the small patch. “Lay back down and spread your legs nice and wide for me so I can see you masturbate,” Emily said sitting back down in her own chair.
Sitting at the end of the long couch in her customary place Emily could see everything. Jessica spread the towel out on the cushions and lay back down. Raising her bare leg, she laid it over the back of the soft couch and the other she let lay open. Emily could see the wet glistening secretions starting to form just above Jessica’s rectum and could feel the heat in her own cunt. “Tell me about your enema,” Emily said.
Jessica described every detail of her enema. From spreading the Vaseline over and up inside her rectum to the agony she was feeling when she started crying. Emily’s mind had drifted back to a few days before she left for college as she listened to Jessica. The scene vivid in her mind as she rubbed her swollen clit. She could remember the look on her mother Shari’s face when she had pulled the bathroom door open.
She had just stood there staring at her daughter. Emily had been down on all fours rubbing her clit. The long white nozzle was buried in her rectum connecting the half empty bag slowly delivering its load up her ass. Her orgasm had been slowly building and she was hoping to time it for when the bag went flat. “Rose, could you come here,” her mother had called to her friend. The door opened wider, and Rose stood beside her mother looking down on the scene before them.
Emily had been so embarrassed at the time that she didn’t even remember the water going up her ass. “Looks like your girl Likes to have her ass filled,” Rose had said. “And there is nothing wrong with a good ass cleaning,” she had added. “So, what are you going to do?” Rose had asked. There was silence for a few seconds.
“Do you have any restraints in your car?” Shari had asked. They talked like Emily wasn’t there and couldn’t hear them. Rose turned to leave with a slight smile on her face. “I kind of figured you were using my bag. There is nothing wrong with liking enemas, Emily,” She had said sitting down on the toilet. “I like a good cleaning out too. So, does Rose. The part that pisses me off is that you were hiding it from me, and you didn’t ask to use my bag”.
Rose walked back into the bathroom holding two fivefoot straps with a sinch clamp on one end. They were about an inch wide and thick. “What do you think, wrists to ankles?” Rose had asked. Her mom had only nodded and inside of two minutes the side of her face was laying on the towel. Her ass was now high in the air and defenseless. She could remember the feel of the water inside her slowly moving deeper into her colon. Then the feel of the long nozzle being pushed back in.
Emily was helpless to stop what was going to happen to her. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, but she had never felt so aroused either. She could hear her mom and Rose commenting on how much her cunt was dripping. The snap of the clamp being opened again brough a soft moan from her as she felt the pressure inside her stomach starting to increasing. She heard the sound of the wand just seconds before her mom pushed it against her swollen clit.
She couldn’t stop herself when she had started spraying piss all over the bathroom floor. Rose had jumped back out of the way, but her mother had held the vibrating wand hard against her daughter’s swollen clit. She had been kneeling beside Emily so only her hand was wet. Shari seemed to know how to work the clamp and vibrator keeping Emily just on the edge of climaxing. The pressure and pain were slowly increasing inside her bowels, but Emily found herself wanting to feel more.
“You can cum when the bag is empty, sweetheart,” her mother had said to her. She remembered how desperately she had wanted to climax and how sweet her mom was making the pain growing inside her. She could hear her mom’s breathing change and the soft chuckle from Rose.
“I think I know someone else that needs a good cleaning out,” Rose had said. The bag hanging above Emily’s ass was now empty. Shari had pushed the vibrator harder against Emily’s swollen clit and held it there forcing her daughter to climax. She remembered how hard her body had started shaking and how the orgasm seemed to not want to end. Emily remembered screaming “OH FUCK!!” as her body forced another hard squirt of piss from the tiny hole.
They had humiliated her again like her mother had done the first time she was given an enema. They said they needed to see how well the enema was cleaning her out. They had made her kneel over the plastic bin once they had removed the restraints. She could still hear the hard lumps that had thumped into the bottom of the bin before the long smelly semihard log was forced through her rectum. She could remember the sweet cramps moving through her bowels before more water and shit splashed into the bin. There was no way to hide the smell and Rose, and her mom had made sure they had pointed it out several time.
Jessica was describing how her stomach had felt having so much water being forced into it. She described in detail the pain as she raised her bare feet into the air just as she had that evening. The tears rolled freely down cheeks as her body started shaking as her climax hit. Emily was right there with her as her own body started shaking. The women climaxed for close to a full minute before they started getting control of their bodies back.
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