I started the business a little more than a year ago. SPS for Ladies is its name. SPS is short for Steve's Personal Services. I provide enemas of many types; "pelvic" massages, and timed orgasm sessions. The types of enemas I provide include relaxation, cleansing, and purgative all available through a selection of scenarios including, clinical, erotic, and punishment. Some of my clients enjoy enemas only, while others enjoy pelvic massages and/or timed orgasm sessions. The pelvic massages and timed orgasm sessions, or TO's as I call them are only available in conjunction with enemas since both require a thoroughly clean anal passage.
I had been into enemas for several years when I finally decided to that I could make a business out of it. There were to really good reasons for this: I could make money, and I could give enemas to lots of different women! Win-Win. The first thing I did was purchase all of the necessary equipment, a portable exam/massage table with detachable knee crutches, a number of different sizes and types of enema bags, and several nozzles including a single inflatable nozzle, two double-inflatable nozzles one with a 250 cc internal balloon and one with a 500 cc internal balloon, a pezzer nozzle, and several sizes of colon tubes. I also ordered several bladder irrigation kits and plenty of lubricant. Next, I placed some adds on the Internet and in the local personals. It said, "SPS Personal services. I provide enemas and massage to women with no health issues between the ages of 21 and 50. Rates are from $35 to $75 and sessions last from 90 minutes to 3 hours, depending on the services requested. Please contact 555- 5555."
The day after the ad hit the personals; I had four messages in my voicemail. I will relate my experiences.
I returned the first call to a woman named Kendal, and explained to her that she needed to complete an interview before I would set up the initial appointment. If the interview went well, we would set up an appointment and she agreed. The questions, and her answers I have listed here.
Name: Kendal Age: 34 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 Health History (5yrs) Kidney stone 4 years ago Enema History Experienced enemas as a child for constipation. Has had self- administered enemas as an adult. Ever had an enema for other than health reasons: Yes Type of Enema equipment owned: Drug store kit
I had all of the information that I needed and made the appointment. I couldn't believe that the following evening, I would be giving an enema to a complete stranger AND getting paid for it to boot.
I arrived at Kendal's at 7:00 PM as planned. I brought the table and knee crutches in with me, and then retrieved the black leather sample case containing all of my other equipment. Kendal was the height and weight that she told me she was and extraordinarily attractive with long strawberry blonde hair and legs that went on forever. She was wearing a short robe and sexy, strappy sandals. As she ushered me into her living room, I gasped to myself when I saw what a wonderfully round, tight looking bottom she had. In addition, she had beautiful, well-pedicured feet.
I suggested that we sit down so I could explain what I would be doing with her before I set things up. I asked Kendal what type of enema she would like: mild cleansing with plain water, purging enema, high-volume, or garlic retention. She asked what the charge would be for a purging enema followed by a high-volume rinse. I said that would take about 2 and a half hours and be $50.00, which she happily agreed to.
I then explained the procedure. I would administer a liquid suppository to clear her rectum. Then she would be placed in the knee crutches and get a two quart enema using an inflatable nozzle. This enema would contain soap and glycerin, which is very purgative, and therefore require the inflatable nozzle. After expelling, she would be placed in the elbow knee position and a colon tube would be used to administer 3 quarts of plain water with some baking soda added to avoid water intoxication.
I could tell by the smile that crossed her face that she couldn't wait to start. We decided to set up in her bedroom, adjacent to the bathroom. Kendal told me that she would use the bidet while I set up the table, which I did. Kendal emerged naked from the bathroom. I was already gloved and ready to administer the suppository; 2 ounces of glycerin administered through a metal piston syringe with an 8 inch stainless nozzle. Kendal's pubic hair was closely trimmed into a tiny triangle. She looked luscious. I suggested that she simply bend over the table so I could give her the syringe of glycerin and allow her a quick return to the bathroom. Kendal stepped to the end of the table; spread her legs wide, and bent over revealing a tightly puckered pink rosebud. I had already squirted some jelly into a metal cup. I dipped my glove middle finger into it and slowly massaged her anus. As she relaxed I inserted my finger to the firs knuckle and Kendal cooed with obvious pleasure. Next I slowly inserted all 8 inches of the syringe. Kendal confessed that it was a bit uncomfortable, which did not surprise me. As I injected the glycerin I immediately got the expected reaction. She bolted upright and ran straight for the commode.
While Kendal evacuated, I filled a black latex enema bag with 2 qts. of warm water and added 4 oz of glycerin and 4 ounces of peppermint castile soap. I clamped the tubing and hung the bag at the end of the table. Soon Kendal returned, smiling. "That was wildly intense," she said. "I hope," she continued while gazing at the glistening enema bag, "that the rest of the treatment will be that good."
I asked Kendal to hop up on the table. She laid back and I guided her knees into the widely separated crutches revealing her nearly bald pussy. It was glistening with pleasure already, and we had barely begun. I told her that I needed to do a rectal so I could determine what size balloon nozzle I would use. I re-gloved and again lubricated my middle finger. I carefully slid it allllll the way in and spent a few minutes probing and massaging her rectal walls. I withdrew and informed Kendal that I would be using a large, 500 cc internal balloon and a 250 cc external balloon. I retrieved the nozzle from my bag and laid it across Kendal's abdomen. Her eyes grew wide and when I inflated the balloons to demonstrate how the nozzle worked they nearly popped from their sockets. She told me that she couldn't decide whether she was more frightened or excited. I explained that the large balloon would fill her rectum when inflated; sealing the inside while the smaller balloon would form a tight external seal to completely prevent any leakage. I further explained that the inner balloon, filling her rectum, would cause some discomfort and an unrelenting urge to push out. I told her that she should go with the feeling and endure it for the entire 5 minutes she would be required to hold the enema.
"Now to begin," I said, as I deflated the balloons and connected the nozzle to the tubing. I bled the air out and carefully smeared KY all over the internal balloon while holding it near her head so she could absorb every detail. By the time I was done, Kendal's mouth was almost watering. I stepped between her legs, my heart pounding with the anticipation of giving my first enema to a complete stranger. I carefully lubricated her throbbing pink rosebud and stretched her anus tight with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand while I pushed and twisted the tip of the Inflatable nozzle into her bottom. The balloon was about halfway in when her rectum suddenly swallowed it as she let out a grunt. I gave it one puff of air with bulb and pulled back to firmly seat it against the inner wall of her anus. I then fully inflated the external balloon and gave the inner one 4 more shots of air. Kendall moaned with discomfort and I told her to relax and push if she felt she need to; the balloon could not be expelled. Then, I opened the clamp and allowed the soapy glycerin water to slowly fill her bowels. The cramping began when about ¼ of the solution was in. Kendal grasped the sides of the table tightly and moaned. I massaged her tummy and encouraged her. Soon the bag gurgled empty and I clamped the tube. "Oh my, this is incredible," Kendal exclaimed. I smiled back, knowing from experience just how incredible it is.
After 5 minutes, I disconnected the tubing and helped Kendal to the bathroom. I released the air from the external balloon and tugged while releasing the air from the inner one. It popped out and Kendal immediately exploded into the toilet. I gave her privacy while I went to prepare the rinse.
To be continued
