Today I was called over to somebody’s house who was having computer problems.
It was a new customer for me, a referral from one of the people that I used to work for.
He lives in an older 2-story house in a so-so part of the city. He got badly hurt almost a year ago, and is currently living with his mother and younger sister.
When I got over there, I introduced myself, and asked what seemed to be the problem. He replied “Oh, you know, the usual always freezing up, and also, I need you to look at my sister’s computer while you’re here too please.”
I then said, “Sure, not a problem, just lead the way.”
We were then off to fix his computer first. It was an easy fix, all that needed to be done was he needed to clean up his hard drive because he was totally out of free space. It took about another half hour of deleting and uninstalling to get his computer stable again.
After we were done with his computer, he led the way to his sister’s room to work on her computer.
His sister is 18 years old, and beautiful. Now she is not just nice beautiful, she is extraordinary. She’s probably 5’5”, 105 pounds, size “B” on top, and probably the smoothest tan, long legs that I’ve ever seen on somebody so young.
As we were approaching her bedroom, we heard her arguing with her mother about something unknown. My friend hates it when his sister argues with his mother, so we went in hoping to break up any argument that was going on.
As soon as I walked in the room, I nearly wet my pants from excitement. Here his sister was, lying on her stomach on her bed, face down with a glass rectal thermometer protruding from between her gorgeous, tight little buttocks.
As soon as she realized that we were there, she instantly screamed and said, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING IN HERE????. AHHH!!!!! GET OUT!”
This surprise outburst nearly threw me off my feet. My friend turned around fast and said to me “Ohh…bad timing.” Then we made a quick exit. His mother then came out of the room and told him to get downstairs quick, that she needed to talk to him.
I took this as a cue that she was going to really chew him out for not knocking first, so I just stepped aside, while they went downstairs.
Once they were downstairs, it got quiet again, all except for one thing; I thought I could hear somebody crying softly.
Me, being the caring individual that I am went over and knocked on the bedroom door. I got a whiny response of “What do you want?”
I then replied, “I’m sorry for just barging in with your brother like that, are you ok?”
She then replied loudly, “Of course I’m not ok.”
I then asked, “Can I come in?”
She then asked me, “Why?”
I then replied with a light laugh, “Because I want to talk to you.”
She then said to me, “Don’t you think you’ve humiliated me enough in the past 5 minutes, and now you want to come in and see me naked again?”
I then said to her, “Look, I’m really sorry if I humiliated you, but you could always cover yourself up with a blanket before I come in.”
I then heard what sounded like sheets moving and then heard, “Ok, you can come in now if you must.”
Once I entered her room, I saw her in the same position as before, but this time she had a sheet over her. I could still see where the thermometer was, even with the sheet covering it. She then said to me, “Ok, so what do you want?”
I looked at her with a friendly smile and said, “I’d like to talk to you some, and besides, what else can you do with that thing up your butt?” She was done crying by this time and even chuckled a little when I said that. I then asked, “By the way, why are you having your temperature taken rectally anyways?”
She was quiet for a few seconds then told me, “My mom always takes it this way, I don’t mind it.”
I then said, “Oh, ok, good, after all, rectal is the best way to take a temperature.”
She then asked me, “How do you know that, are you like some kind of doctor or something too?”
I then replied, “No, but I do have a few Red Cross certifications, and I know a thing or two about medicine.”
She then said, “Oh, cool”
A few minutes went by and we made small talk. By this time the thermometer had been in well over 10 minutes, so I asked, “Do you think it’s time to take it out now?”
She then said, “Oh gosh, yes, I forgot all about the time.”
I then said, “Can you do it, or do you want me to?”
She blushed a little, and I said, “Don’t worry about me seeing your beautiful rear end, since I already saw it a few minutes ago.”
She the just shrugged her shoulders and said, “Ok, I don’t care.” I then reached down, and slowly pulled the sheet off of her lower half, once again revealing her absolutely beautiful buttocks, and the glass thermometer that was protruding from between them.
Before removing the thermometer I gave it a slow twirl. It was obvious that she wasn’t expecting it because she let out a quick gasp in surprise. I laughed and said, “Surprise you a little bit?”
She laughed and said, “Yeah, it felt good too!” This got me thinking, “Ok, let’s see how far we can go with this.” I then removed the thermometer.
Almost immediately after I removed the thermometer, her mother appeared in the room. As soon as her mother saw me there, she screamed, “What the hell are you doing in there?!?!?!?!”
Before I could say anything, Liz spoke up and said, “He was apologizing to me, and I was talking to him, it’s no big deal to me mom.”
With this her mother seemed to calm down some, and then said to me, “Ok, let’s see the thermometer.” I almost forgot that I was hanging on to the thermometer, then I snapped back to and handed it over. Her mother then spoke aloud, “101.2…that’s a little high, maybe I should give you a nice cool enema to help bring that down.”
With this Liz let out a groan like I’d never heard before in my life. Then Liz said, “Oh mom, do I have to get one of those things? You know how uncomfortable they are for me.”
Her mother then said, “Well, if you want to feel better, it would certainly help.”
Liz then said, “Go away and let me think about it for a minute.”
With this, her mother left the room, and it was just me and Liz again. Liz then asked me, “Have you ever had an enema before?”
I quickly replied, “Of course I have, I’ve also given a few too.”
She then asked, “Are you good at it? I mean, did the people you gave them to complain about it?”
I then replied, “Well, I think I’m pretty good at it, I mean, sure they complained, but not badly, just towards the end.”
Liz then said, “Oh…when mom gives me one it hurts through the whole thing, I really don’t like them.”
I then said, “Well, if you want me to give you one, ask your mother if it’s ok, and I’ll administer it this time, if you want me to.”
Liz was silent for a few seconds, then spoke up shyly and said, “Well, I guess I could give it a try, I mean, you have seen me, so I have nothing to lose there, just promise me you’ll be better than mom.”
I then said, “Don’t worry, I’m very gentle.”
With this, Liz then called her mother back into the room. “Mom, if I must have an enema today, I want John’s friend to give it to me.” Her mother was speechless for a minute and then asked, “Why do you want him to do it, you don’t even know him?”
To that Liz replied, “Well, he says he’s given people enema’s before, and he’s Red Cross certified in first aid, so I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”
Her mother didn’t like the sound of this, then said to me, “Would you mind leaving the room for a minute? I need to talk with my daughter about something.” With this, I was beginning to wonder…. maybe I went too far?
A couple minutes later her mother came out of the room and said to me, “She wants you to give it, but if you try anything else, so help me god!”
I then said, “Please, you have nothing to worry about with me, just show me where your stuff is, and I’ll get to work.”
Her mother then led me to the bathroom and got me the box with all the enema supplies in it. Inside the box I found an older faultless combination 2-quart enema bag with the enema and douche nozzles, an older bulb syringe, and a bottle of glycerin suppositories. I then asked her mother, “Do you have any rubber gloves?” She reached around somewhere out of sight and handed me a half used box of rubber gloves. I then explained, “I should probably give Liz a suppository while I’m getting the enema stuff prepared so that way she’ll have an empty bowel, and will be able to accept more solution.
Her mother nodded saying, “That’s a good idea, I never thought of doing that before.” I then picked up the jar of suppositories and the box of rubber gloves and made my way into Liz’s room, her mother following close behind.
Once there, I found Liz laying on her back on her bed. She looked up and saw me with the suppositories in my hand and asked, “Why do I have to have one of them?”
I replied, “Well, to take a good enema, you should start with an empty bowel, and these will do the job of cleaning you out.”
She gave me a dirty look and said, “They really sting, do you have to use one of them?”
I said, “Well, it’s either one of these and an enema, or two enema’s, your choice.” I could tell that she really didn’t like the sound of getting two enema’s, so she said, “Well, alright, let’s get this part over with then.” I then smiled at her and said, “Ok, sunny side up please.” Liz then turned over, and took the covers off her, still naked from the waist down. I then put on one of the rubber gloves, and took a suppository out of the jar and got it ready. Once I was ready, I asked Liz, “Ok, you all ready?” She nodded slowly, and I took that as the cue to proceed. I then took a seat on her bed right beside her, and said, “Ok then, here goes.” I slowly separated her buttocks until the target came into view. I then moved in with the suppository, placed it in the center of her opening, and with my middle finger, gave it a slow push. I inserted the suppository as far as my finger would let me.
During this process, Liz let out a little gasp, and I asked, “Are you ok ?”
She then said, “Yeah, your finger is just a little big bigger than mom’s.”
I then said, “Ok. Just let me know when you don’t feel like you have to go to the bathroom anymore, and I’ll take my finger out, ok?”
She whispered a very quiet “Ok”
I just sat there, with my finger planted in her beautiful rear end for almost a minute before Liz spoke up and said, “Ok, I don’t feel like I have to go anymore.”
I then said, “Ok”, and slowly removed my finger.
Once my middle finger was completely out, I inspected the glove. It was glazed with a slight brown color, so I figured that this enema would probably be very beneficial to her health.
After that, I put the sheet back over Liz, hoping to give her some privacy. I then said, “Ok, now just lay right like that until you feel like you can’t hold it any longer, then you can get up and go to the bathroom.” Liz then nodded slightly, and her mother and I left the room.
Once we got out into the hall, her mother stopped and said to me, “Ok, I trust you enough to take care of my daughter without my supervision, so I’m going to get on with some housework.” I then said, “Ok, sounds good, and I promise that I’ll take very good care of her.” Her mother then gave me a little smile and went on with her business.
I then went back into the bathroom to get the enema equipment ready. I prepared a very mild saline solution, figuring that it’d be the easiest to hold. I realized as I was preparing everything that their enema bag wasn’t a normal 2-quart bag, but a large 4-quart bag. I filled the entire bag up, almost excided to see how much of it Liz would be able to hold.
By this time, almost a half hour had gone by, and while I was just about to take everything from the bathroom to Liz’s room, Liz rushed in, trying to take down her underwear before she even made it to the toilet, I could tell she was on the verge of having an accident.
Before I could exit, Liz had already started to expel the contents of her rectum. On my way out, I noticed that Liz had a very urgent, yet embarrassed look on her face. I then said to her, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll talk when you get back to your room, just please make sure you clean yourself up extra good.” Liz nodded and I was off.
Once back in Liz’s room, I quickly spotted a metal hook near her bed. I knew right away that Liz has probably had quite a few enemas in the past. I then hooked the enema bag to on the hook and waited for Liz to return.
After almost 10 minutes went by and Liz hadn’t returned, so I decided to go and check on her. I left her room and headed towards the bathroom. Once I got there, the door was still closed, and I didn’t hear anything, so I knocked on the door and asked, “Liz, are you ok?”
It then sounded like Liz tried to stop herself from crying and replied, “Yes, I’ll be out in a minute.” I then said Ok, and returned to her room to wait for her.
A few more minutes went by, and finally Liz entered her room. She looked plenty embarrassed and tired. I then asked, “Are you ok?” She replied, “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I then said “Ok, well we might just as well get on with this, that way we can get it over and done with.”
With that, Liz then laid down on her stomach on the bed again. I then said, “Why don’t I have you lay in a different position this time?” She replied, “What do you mean, how do you want me to lay?”
I then said, “Well, you have two choices, you can lay on your left side, or on your back with your knees bent.”
Liz then asked me, “Well, why can’t I just stay on my stomach?”
I replied, “Because that could be one of the reasons why you have trouble when your mom gives you an enema. When you lay on your stomach, it presses on your colon, which makes it harder to accept any amount of water and retain it for a good amount of time.”
Liz then thought about it for a minute and said, “Yeah, that makes sense, I’ll lay on my left side, will that be good enough?”
I replied, “Sure!”
I then helped Liz into position, laying her on her left side and flexing her upper leg so that I could get easy access to her anus.
Once she was in position, I greased up the nozzle with Vaseline and brought it into position.
As I was doing this, Liz looked up at the bulging enema bag and said “Hey…wait a minute !”
I stopped what I was doing and asked, “What? What’s wrong?”
She replied, “That’s not the bag that mom usually uses on me, that’s the big bag.”
I then asked, “Is this a problem”
She said, “No, but there’s no way that I’ll be able to hold all of that.”
I then said, “Well, when you get full, I’ll just stop, how’s that sound?”
Liz replied, “Oh…I suppose.”
I then said, “Ok, here goes then.”
I very carefully lifted her upper buttock just enough so that I could see her anus. I then touched the tip of the nozzle to her anus and stopped. When I did this Liz let out a little gasp, this gave me the cue that she was ready to accept the rest of the nozzle, so I very gently inserted the whole nozzle into her anus.
I then asked, “Are you ok Liz?”
She replied, “Yeah, I’m fine, it just felt different from how it does when mom does it.”
I then asked, “Did it feel better or worse?”
She smiled and said, “Much better.”
I then, without warning, released the clip on the hose. Liz let out a quick gasp, and I said, “Surprise!” She then giggled a little bit and just laid there, allowing the solution to flow.
After most of the bag was empty Liz spoke up and said, “Hey, I’m starting to get really full now.” I said, “Ok” and reached up and closed the nozzle. I then asked, “Can you take any more?”
Liz replied, “Yeah, just give me a minute.” I waited about a minute and released the clip again, this time lowering the bag so that the solution would not flow in quite as fast.
Another couple minutes went by and to both Liz’s and my surprise the bag gurgled empty.
Liz then looked over to me and said, “I don’t now how I took that whole bag. It was huge!” I then said, “You were able to take it because you took that suppository and went to the bathroom before we started the enema.” I then asked, “How are you doing with holding it?”
Liz replied, “Well, I feel really, really full, but other than that I’m ok.”
I then said, “Ok, well try to hold it for a couple minutes, then you can go to the bathroom.”
Liz then said, “Ok, but can you take out the nozzle now please?”
I said, “No, I’d rather not, with it in, it’ll help you hold it better.”
Liz said, “Oh, ok.”
After a couple of minutes Liz let out a rather loud groan and said, “Ok, I’ve really got to go now, I can’t hold it any longer !”
I then said, “Ok” I then removed the nozzle and Liz rushed off to the bathroom.
It was a good 20 minutes before Liz returned. As she was walking into the room I asked, “How do you feel?” Liz came over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I said, “That good, eh?”
She replied, “I’ve never felt this empty and good before in my life, I really, really needed that enema, thank you.”
I then said, “Well I’m glad you feel better, and anytime you feel crummy again, just give me a call, and I’ll come over and fix you up again.”
Still naked from the waist down, Liz gave me a big smile and hug.
The End
