Cathy's Herbal Treatment

Author : JBL

Cathy was about to receive a different type of enema from her long-time friend and confidant, Helen. The two women had shared their innermost feelings and sentiments throughout their long friendship to the point where they considered themselves nearly sisters. Nothing was too private to share, so it was no surprise that Cathy admitted to using enemas when Helen mentioned them during a recent conversation. Now, as Cathy lay expectantly on her wide bed, she was about to share this intimate activity with someone else.

When the subject has come up, Cathy readily confessed that she too sought relief from constipation not from a pink pill but from a pink bag. She didn't say she also found them stimulating and erotic. What she said was that afterwards she felt very refreshed and invigorated. Helen heartily concurred and wondered why anyone would choose a laxative and its irritating consequences over a sublimely effective enema.

Now, according to the well-versed Helen, she was about to experience a marvelous variation, the herbal enema. Cathy willingly agreed to try it after her friend asked if Cathy did herbal enemas and she had replied in the negative. Helen had carried on like a school girl about to share her most-favorite-music-group-in-the-whole-world. Cathy was in for a special treat. Cathy would think she'd died and gone to heaven by the time the enema was finished. Cathy had joked if it was that good, why wasn't it illegal? Helen rejoined that it could be, and then had mumbled under her breath, "If we were using peyote."

Helen prepared the infusion in one of Cathy's stainless steel sauce pans. She measured out two cups of water, brought it to a boil, added three generic-looking tea bags and turned off the heat. While the pleasant smelling herbs brewed Cathy got ready for her enema. First she produced the asked for enema equipment, which Helen took and then she undressed and got comfortable on her bed atop her favorite fluffy towel. As she settled into position she wondered if Helen also had a special towel to use while taking an enema.

Helen removed the spent tea bags from the dark amber brew, added four ice cubes and a teaspoon of salt to the pot and stirred until the cubes melted. She tested the temperature with her pinkie and added some cold water until she was satisfied with the temperature. She carefully poured the liquid into the enema bag and then allowed about a cup of it to run through the hose and nozzle into the pan. She returned that fluid back plus enough warm tap water to the enema bag until she judged she had a little more than a quart of solution.

Helen approached the bed and hung the enema bag from the unmistakable hook on the wall and placed the warm tubing over Cathy's exposed lower back. She nestled the douche nozzle in the cleft of Cathy's buttocks and retrieved the KY lube and a box of tissues from the bathroom.

"Smells sort of minty," Cathy remarked when Helen returned.

Helen smiled, "Right, another aspect to enjoy. The fragrance adds to the benefit. Ready?"

Cathy nodded. Helen expertly squeezed out a globule of lubricant, parted Cathy's relaxed cheeks and applied it to her crinkled anus. In spite of the jolt from the icy-seeming cream Cathy's anus opened up at the touch. Helen pressed the pad of her finger tip into Cathy's anus and coated the entry to her rectum. Helen smeared the remaining lube onto the nozzle before pressing it into Cathy's butt. She stopped when the bulbous part of the douche nozzle disappeared.

Cathy murmured something incomprehensible and took a slow, deep breath. Helen completed fully inserting the plastic rod into her rectum with a slight twisting motion before opening the clamp. Cathy squirmed when the initial rush permeated her rectum. She rocked her hips and relaxed her thighs just as she'd done countless times when there was an enema nozzle buried in her bare behind. She couldn't feel anything different other than perhaps the solution's temperature was a bit warmer than she preferred. She took a deep, measured breath and let it out slowly. With Helen in attendance she reminded herself she didn't have to be concerned with ensuring that the nozzle remained in place. She willed all her muscles to relax.

As the enema progressed Cathy's anus twitched around the shaft of the nozzle. Her guts were reacting to the enema solution. Not a serious cramp, just a reminder that her rectum and colon was filling with warm water. She sighed and snuggled against the luxurious towel. She rocked her hips several times. The fluid dispersed through her colon, lessening the pressure and the sensation quickly passed. So far it felt like the beginnings of an ordinary enema.

Helen eased the nozzle deeper into her Cathy's butt. "About done," she said. She gave the rubber bag a shake to confirm its remaining quantity and saw that indeed it was almost drained. She removed the flattened bag from the hook and raised it over her head to drain the last remaining liquid. As the fluid column in the hose bobbed below the bottom of the enema bag Helen squeezed the shutoff clamp closed. "All done."

Cathy turned her head to face Helen. "Is that all? It doesn't feel like much."

With a gentle twist, Helen slipped the nozzle from Cathy's clenching behind. "Don't need much for the effect. Easier to retain, too." She patted Cathy's naked butt. Rest now and let the herbs do their work. I'll clean up and be back shortly."

Cathy sighed contentedly as the herbal solution gurgled in her abdomen. She took a measured breath and closed her eyes. She felt the touch of fabric against her bare skin and realized that Helen had placed a blanket over her. She smiled but didn't open her eyes.

Helen took the enema bag into the bathroom and proceeded to wash it thoroughly. She didn't want the herbal solution to stain such a pretty latex bag. From what Helen has observed of Cathy's enema arrangements, she was confident that Cathy wouldn't have any apprehensions over retaining such a small enema for thirty minutes. Cathy, as an experienced enema user, would know how to deal with the occasional peristaltic contraction without panicking or fearing loss of control. Helen looked at the well-used enema bag and decided to take Cathy's experience to another plateau.

To Cathy an enema meant a very full colon, cramps and finally a desperately urgent need to go. When she took an enema it was always with a full bag of solution. The objective was to flood and expand the colon and to retain the purgative mixture as long as possible. The effects were strong, sometimes violent. At the moment, the feeling in her tummy was one of unfinished business. Where was the rest of the enema?

Once Cathy figured this out she relaxed. That's when she noticed the _other_ effect. Cathy attempted to define the sensations emanating from her abdomen. She felt somewhat full, of course, but nothing urgent or uncontrollable, so that wasn't it. Aside from a mild twinge or two, it felt as if there was hardly any-thing inside her guts. At first she concluded that what she felt was simply the effects of a small volume enema. Then she noticed a warmth of contentment permeating her body. She felt a tad light headed but not dizzy or disconnected. She signed and relaxed, confident that she would have no trouble at all holding in the herbal enema solution.

Cathy drifted as the herbal solution infused her colon. She lost sense of time but not of self. A pleasant rush, awareness of her nude body, the texture of the towel pressing against her breasts and abdomen and the weight of the blanket covering her exposed buttocks and back. Peace and serenity.

Her reverie was interrupted by Helen. "I see you have been enjoying the effects. I bet you don't realize you've held the herbal enema for over thirty minutes."

Cathy stretched, cautiously testing her sphincters for control.

"I feel marvelous. This is great."

Helen nodded. "Don't move just yet. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I don't feel the need to go yet."

"Good because I want to give you another enema. A full bag of comfortably warm water."

"Why?"

"You will find the effects worth the effort and I know you can handle another enema. Trust me, you'll see."

Helen explained the procedure to Cathy when she returned with the filled enema bag. "This enema will be different, "she began as she hung the swollen bag from the hook. Helen lifted the blanket and parted Cathy's buttocks. As she inserted the lubricated nozzle she continued, "The hot water will flow in time to your breathing, so take slow measured breaths. We will let it flow for approximately thirty seconds," Helen opened the clamp. "Then stop the flow of about a minute. We will continue this cycle until the enema bag is empty."

Helen sat next to Cathy's prone body. She kept her hand on the nozzle and covered her friend's exposed body with the blanket. She opened the clamp with her other hand.

CLICK.

"That's the idea," Helen confirmed. Breathe slowly, don't rush. Relax, let the enema work its way through your intestines."

CLICK.

Cathy measured her breathing as she felt the very warm liquid again enter her rectum. It was interesting, she admitted to herself. The hot water was beginning to expand her colon, it felt wonderful.

CLICK.

The pressure subsided, yet the warmth continued to distribute. She sighed and concentrated on the sensations in her abdomen.

CLICK.

Cathy strained to relax, if such a thing was possible. Her colon was extremely full and the urge to expel very great. She continued to breathe slowly. Surely thirty seconds had passed already?

CLICK.

The pressure remained, but didn't grow worse. Cathy rocked her hips gently. Having Helen's hand on the nozzle helped.

CLICK.

The warm water invaded again. Cathy arched her lower back to help distribute the water. The pressure was severe and her guts knotted and tensed. The thirty seconds dragged by. A dreadful cramp wracked her belly.

CLICK.

How much longer, she wondered. Cathy debated whether or not to say something or to move and glance at the enema bag. There was no question now that she was getting an enema.

CLICK.

At first Cathy thought it didn't make any difference if the enema was flowing or not. Then a cramp knotted her abdomen and she knew it did. A tiny moan became a whimper.

CLICK.

Cathy moaned and groaned. Her belly had never been so full. Her buttocks clenched, Helen's grip kept the enema nozzle in place.

CLICK.

"Cathy," Helen soothed. "You are doing great. Don't fight it, baby. Relax, you can do it."

Cathy willed herself to breathe slowly. She couldn't relax, just couldn't. It was too much, way too much. She would burst, soil the bed, curl up in a ball of agony. She should stop, she really should. Instead she took another breath and rocked her hips as her colon continued to expand.

CLICK.

Cathy arched her hips but it didn't relieve the intense pressure and cramping. She really couldn't take any more at this point. She felt oddly exhilarated in spite of the pain. It felt fantastic but she couldn't stand it.

"You're done," Helen announced. "I'm going to withdraw the nozzle and help you to the toilet."

"Great," whispered Cathy.

Helen pushed the blanket back and carefully removed the nozzle from Cathy's clenched anus. "Here you go," She said, helping her shaky friend off the bed. When they got to the toilet Helen helped Cathy sit. "Lean back and relax, don't strain. It will be better in a few moments."

Cathy tried to release the pent-up fluid. Instead of a relieving gush a cramp twisted her guts. She moaned in pain. She leaned back, relaxed and let her body take over. The cramp passed and then a torrent of liquid gushed into the bowl. It was the best feeling in the world. Cathy giggled as her colon expelled the enema solutions. The more she voided the more her mood increased. Surprisingly she still felt the soothing effects of the herbal teas. The endorphin rush from the extra hot water complimented the herbs. Cathy felt invigorated and ready for anything.

She told Helen as much while she sat on the commode. Helen, after retrieving the enema bag, had remained in the bathroom cleaning it while Cathy expelled.

Helen smiled. "Told you."

The end