To say trouble comes at unexpected times is a slight overstatement. I probably should have anticipated the possibility. However, I had been up this road several times earlier this month and pressed my luck one more time. Let me explain. While I am 50 and largely retired from active business spending my time managing a portfolio of stock and real estate investments I have gathered over the years, so I get to spend time working my small mining claim in the Bitterroot mountains in western Montana. We have had snow hard and early this year, but then it stopped, or I should say it took a breather. So here I was, in my chained all wheel drive 4Runner equipped with snow blower working my way up the primitive pass road toward the claim when the avalanche hit.
I remember the cloud of white dust, the truck being lifted up and thrown over the edge and a great deal of noise. Then I remember nothing until I awoke in substantial pain and very cold. With my dash flashlight I discovered a large gash just above the hairline. While I would need stitches, it could wait. I thought I would be ok if I could get out. That was a task requiring breaking the windows and crawling up over the side of the truck which was more on its top than its side. I should have stayed where I was.
Climbing up on top of the underside of the truck set it in motion again down the hill. I literally started riding my upside down truck like a giant sleigh until it hit a boulder and spun throwing me off to the side where I continued falling through the snow and rocks. I awoke in the dark, freezing and with numbing pain in my left leg. I am in good shape and I was dressed in warm boots, jeans and a heavy winter jacket. I'm in serious trouble, I thought. There is nowhere I can go. My truck is wrecked, nobody will go over the road until spring and I am hurt. I figured it best to stay where I was until light. So I burrowed into the snow bank and curled up. The pain was too great to sleep. I waited.
At first light it began to snow hard and blow. I worked my pant leg up and realized that I had broken my leg in several places and sustained a long and nasty gash. Most of the bleeding had stopped and I knew if I were to live, I would have to get out and find help. Several times as I had been going to my claim I noticed smoke across the canyon around a sharp bend. Since I could only see smoke, I never determined if there was a cabin or only a campfire, but I figured I had to take a chance. Crawling down would be easier than going up. If I got back to the road, it was closed and nearly seventeen miles to the nearest people. So I figured I had one chance and started working my way down the canyon toward what I hoped to be a cabin where I could access for food, water and warmth.
The going was hard, painful and too slow. As the snow deepened, and my leg swelled, my progress diminished. I found a small evergreen and hacked off several flexible branches and using a ball of twine in my jacket, fashioned two makeshift snowshoes and tied them to my boots. I cut another branch at the V to fashion a makeshift crutch. I lost an hour, but was able to increase my progress with somewhat less pain. By three in the afternoon I reached the canyon bottom and started along the stream. The snow was becoming very deep and I was starting to feel sick and dizzy. Having no choice, I kept working my way upstream and around the bend.
I came to realizing I had fallen into the water crossing the stream. While it was still snowing, it had eased up a bit and I could see several thousand feet up the valley. I realized that I was looking at a faint light, but I was no longer sure I could trust what my mind was telling me. Between a crawl and hobble I worked my way up toward the light. Each step sent pain up through my back. I was very cold and I probably had a fever. It was going to be close.
Today I guess I must have repressed the pain I felt making those last few hundred yards. My mind has just wiped it out. I could no longer walk on my left leg when I could see clearly there was a small log structure with several out buildings ahead and up above the stream about 75 feet. In the half light and falling snow it looked like an old fashioned Christmas card. I called out, but I wasn't loud and nothing happened. I crawled. I am not sure how I made it, but I was swinging the end of my tree limb crutch at the door when it opened. Wet bare feet and a long, blue, terry bathrobe greeted me. The robe bent over and two strong hands and arms grabbed me and pulled me through the door.
"My God, what have we here?" she said. But I couldn't answer, I just croaked. I remember seeing her for the first time. To me she was beautiful. Most women would not consider themselves beautiful with their hair wet in a bathrobe, but she was. "My God, My God", she kept saying. "You have been cut." "My leg is broken," I muttered. One of Jen's talents, I came to learn, was her ability to size up a situation and move into action. She placed her hands and arms under my arm and pulled me over before a large hot wood stove and then started by striping off layers of soaked clothing. She removed my jacket and shirt first covering my top with blankets. Then she removed my boots and sox. When she started tugging at my jeans, I moaned with pain and she stopped, left me briefly to cross the room to a worktable and returned with a large knife and shears. She then cut up the pant leg revealing my grossly swollen leg and cuts. Modesty has little place under such circumstances and she continued cutting until she had cut off both my jeans and boxer shorts. I hurt too much to care.
Soon she was back with a bowl of steaming water and several towels. "My name is Jennifer Crane" she said, "don't tell me now what you were doing out there". "We must clean out these wounds and do something about your leg and head." I know a few things about medicine, having been a nurse in a former career, and I must set the fracture and fix you with a splint. A cast is out of the question, I don't have the materials, and we may be up here for weeks before I can get you out." My name is Erik Thomson, I muttered, thanks for your help." "How long have you been out there Erik?" she said. "Probably two days, I am not sure. I kept passing out. An avalanche hit my truck. I went over the edge of the canyon", I explained.
So I am lying on the floor with my pants off in severe pain in this lovely little cabin. I am hurt, but not totally out of it. Emotions and physical reactions pop up at some of the least expected moments. She really is beautiful and she knew what she was doing. Swiftly and skillfully she washed my leg from ankle to crotch in disinfectant of some kind. As she worked she hummed or gave me quite instructions like "turn your foot, move your right leg, hold this". I could tell she was applying butterfly bandages to the cuts.
As she worked it became evident to me that she was naked under the robe. She would lean over my leg and turn to tell me something and I would see the tops of full whit breasts sway. Since her dark hair was still dripping wet, I must have interrupted her bath. About ten feet to the left of the stove was a large cast iron balled-foot bathtub. To the right against the wall was a beautiful old triple door armoire, a large painted immigrant chest and then several large covered racks like you see in the garment district. To the left of that against the wall was one of those old fashioned commodes with water tank above connected by a pipe. It actually had a chain and handle for flushing. Behind the tub was natural wood shelving and hooks. Towels were hanging from the hooks and a large red fountain syringe, amber tubing and attached to the tubing an amber colored tube with a bulb at the end and one of those black squeeze deals you find on a blood pressure kit. On a stand beside the tub I saw a porcelain bowl and a very large red douche bulb with shield and large curved nozzle. I had obviously interrupted the lady in her very personal bath. I know you will find this hard to believe, cold in pain and exhausted, but the thought of her in the tub and the implications of the douche bulb and enema bag caused me to stir into an erection. At best I could ignore my rude reaction. She could have had the graces to ignore it too. But she didn't. That's when I saw her first smile. "Whoa, what have we here?" she said reaching over and taking my half-erect cock into her hand. "I thought I might loose you when you arrived, but you are definitely alive."
"I'm going to tape some short kindling sticks to your leg to keep it from moving," she explained. "This will hurt." It definitely hurt. I don't remember passing out, but I remember coming to in the room. It was probably several hours later. I was now lying on a small single bed on the far side of the room. Jen must have pulled me to the bed and somehow got my 210 lb., 6'1" frame under the covers. As my vision cleared, I could see her across the room in the tub with a long handled brush scrubbing her back. I had not imagined incorrectly. She was beautiful. Probably about 5'8", and 134 or 140 lbs. Her breasts were large, full and capped with pink and brown areolas and long thick nipples. She stood up and I could see a full dark bush before she turned her back to me. Then she placed a short board across the tub, sat down. Parting her legs and placing her feet on the tub sides, she picked up the red bulb and inserted the nozzle into her vagina and squeezed. I had never seen anything so arousing before. Several times she filled the red bulb and reinserted it deep into her vagina. All I could do is lie there and appreciate that I was alive and safe in the room with her. Taking a towel from the hook, she stepped out of the tub and as she dried off she walked over to my bed. Leaning over me, still naked, she asked, "I see you are awake again. Are you warm enough?" This last she asked with a smile. "I am warm and surprisingly alive," I answered. "Probably have that erection back, " she said and winked. "Don't get too excited, big boy, " she said, "I am not sure you are out of the woods yet. You have come through a lot. And don't get any ideas about me. This is a one-room cabin. Everything is here, my bed, dressing room, bathroom, kitchen, living room, everything. I can't get away from you and you sure can't get away from me. I assure you that I can take care of you under most circumstances and with that leg, you are at my mercy. I like that. So don't get too fresh. We will have to forget privacy; we don't have any. Remember, I was a nurse and I have seen erections before." (Now she was actually laughing) "So tell me, now that you are awake, are you hungry, is there anything I can do?"
"I have to urinate", I said. "And I am starving." "Well this should be fun," she said. She walked across the room, hung up the towel on a rack near the stove and paused to add sever small logs to the stove. Her body flushed with the warm water and toweling off was slightly pink. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and she made no effort to stop me. But she took the edge off by pulling a long beige cotton nightgown over her head. After rummaging around in the shelves for a few minutes, she returned with a tray containing a large glass bottle and several smaller jars and medical looking packages. This lady didn't mess around. She lifted the blankets and said, "Turn to your side." I grimaced with pain as I started and she said "Stop, that's enough." Taking my cock in her hands, she inserted the end in the bottle and said it is ok now, let go." So I did. It seemed like I had been holding back for hours. I finished and she took the nearly full bottle over the toilet to empty. She rinsed out the bottle and came back to me.
I am going to fix you some broth and bread. Then I must get some rest, I have been up a long time and so have you. So I am going to place a catheter in you and you won't have to worry about getting up to urinate." This was a first for me. I knew what she was talking about, but I had no first hand knowledge. Again, she was very competent. First she stripped the package off of a clear plastic soft bag. Attached to the bag was clear plastic tubing and to the tubing a long red rubber catheter.
Opening a package, she removed several swabs on sticks, kind of like q-tips on steroids. "This is disinfectant," she explained, "I don't want any infections." Then she picked up my cock and started swabbing the end with this rust colored liquid. I started to get hard again. I couldn't help it. Please understand. I had this lovely woman squeezing my cock, even if it was for medical purposes. She squeezed me harder several times and smiling said, "That's good, the erection makes insertion easier." She then picked up a tube of what I assumed to be sterile lubricant and applied generous amounts to the catheter and then to the end of my penis. Then she pulled me into the fully erect position and began to insert the catheter down the shaft of my penis. What a strange sensation it made. It kind of hurt and kind of felt exciting. The feeling was somewhat like small electrical charges. It just kept going in further and further. "Isn't that enough?" I asked. "Just a little more" she answered. I felt a sharp pain and then she said, "that's it". "That's an impressive erection, too bad it is wasted." She placed the plastic bag by my side and I immediately noticed a small bit of urine run through the tubing into the bag. "I'm going to tape this to your leg" she explained. As long as you don't thrash around too much, it should stay there all night and you won't have to get up again." "What will we do if I really have to go to the bathroom, you know, the other way?" I asked. "Don't worry now, we will deal with that in the morning," she answered. I am not sure what she meant, but I figure she meant what she said. "Call out if you need me during the night. I am a light sleeper and I really won't mind. I am going to turn off the lamps to save kerosene. Good night."
I thought that would be it, but she went over and blew out one of the lamps and took the other over to her queen sized bed. Setting it on the table, she pulled the gown over her head. Then she took a jar of some kind of lotion and started rubbing it first on her feet, then legs, arms and finally her stomach, arms and breasts. She worked it in carefully, eventually massaging her nipples. I could see them become longer, thicker and erect. I said nothing. When she finished, she smiled at me, replaced the gown and blew out the light.
I awoke suddenly and in confusion. A light was shining in my eyes and pain throbbed in my leg. "Quite," she said. "You must be in a lot of pain". "I am," I whispered, "And my head is throbbing". "Let's look at your leg", she said. She then unwound the bandages and looked carefully holding the lantern over the break in my leg. "I think we have an infection started. I keep some penicillin in the cooler outside just for emergencies. This qualifies." She moved across the room and out a small back door returning with a vile and a hypodermic syringe. "Are you allergic?" "No", I responded. "I'll give you two ccs and another tomorrow. Hopefully that will knock back any infection and give you an opportunity to rest. I also brought you something for the pain." She had a foil covered package which she unwrapped revealing a bullet shaped object about 1.5 inches long and one half inch thick. "This is a morphine based suppository. I am going to insert it up your ass and as it melts, it will release the morphine. It is about four AM now and this should last you until about seven AM."
She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and applied lube to her right index finger. I just lay there watching as she lifted my good right let to the side spreading my open and then lifted my cock aside. Reaching down she applied lube to my ass hole, gently inserting her finger in and out. Then she picked up the suppository and slowly pushed it far up my ass. Again I felt near electric stirrings, but pain and fatigue fought back the pleasant feelings. "There baby", she said, that should help you until the morning and she blew out the light. I lay there for a while feeling the pain subside and wondering just who is this angle in the mountains. What is she doing up here. The room gave some clues, but not many. The large worktable and bolts of red and black leather gave some clues. Perhaps she was doing leatherwork, upholstery, but I didn't see any furniture frames. I would have to ask her tomorrow.
In the morning I awoke confused again and still in pain. My head throbbed with fever intensity. I had the where am I feeling. Then I realized that she was up adding fuel to the stove and adding water to a large coffeepot and teakettle. I could see as I watched her that the stove was connected to a piping system that tied to a hot water tank. So that's how she had the warm bath. Pretty efficient setup she has here. Again I drifted off to sleep. During the day, I remember her coming over to me, holding my head as I sipped broth and water and drifting in and out of sleep. Several times she inserted morphine suppositories. Late in the afternoon she gave me another penicillin shot. Mostly I slept.
The second morning I awoke feeling somewhat better. I could see clearly and the pain in my head and leg was down. Also, I thought I could eat Thanksgiving dinner. Jen was up adding fuel to the stove when I raised my head and tried to sit up. Jen turned toward me and said, "Hey, you are awake. How are you doing?" She came over to me and put her had on my forehead. "Not too bad. I think you are making progress now. Yesterday was pretty rough." She picked up the bag, now nearly filled with urine. "Well, we shall have to change this in a bit and we will see about your enema." "What?" I croaked. "Well, what are you going to do? Are you going to get up and go over to the commode? You can't walk yet. Also, I think the morphine suppositories will work better if you are cleaned out. Trust me, I know what I am doing. Yesterday you were in no shape to do anything. But you have been here for a two nights and a day. You need to get moving again. You may be a little embarrassed, but I am good at this and I'm pretty sure you won't mind. Besides, what is your alternative?" With that, she smiled one of the more wicked smiles I have seen on a pretty woman.
First she brought me some hot tea. Then she very efficiently exchanged the full urine bag for one that was empty. "There, that's better. You are doing fine. No blood, color is good. I got to you just in time. Another couple of hours outside in your condition and you would have been dead." Then she picked up my cock and examined it closely. "Does the catheter irritate you? I could take it out and replace it later, but the going in and out is normally the most irritating part, or fun, depending on how you look at it," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I find it kind of exciting playing with catheters as a kind of foreplay, don't you?" she said. I answered, "I have never had the opportunity before, but given our circumstances, I don't mind at all what you have done. I'm just a bit apprehensive." "I like giving you a bit of apprehension, but I predict that you will loose it in time," she responded. With that, she crossed the room to the sink and proceeded to clean her teeth. Then she went to a bureau and removed panties and a bra, pulled her nightgown over her head and facing toward me slipped on the panties and leaned forward placing her breasts in the cups and then leaned back and hooked the clasps. Then she reached in and lifted each breast in the cup for comfort. She is the most unabashedly frank and unembarrassed woman I have ever met.
Then she went over to the shelf behind the tub and took down the large red open topped syringe I had noticed the evening I arrived. Since she mentioned the word enema, I had been glancing at it as if it could disappear. No such luck! Yet, surprisingly, I felt an attraction to what was about to happen. "I had just sterilized the nozzle for my use two nights ago when you came for your visit," she said smiling. "I had no idea you would be its next customer. However, I think I will change to a straight barium nozzle for your first enema." "My first?" "Oh yes," she said. "Naturally I will need to do a series. First we will cleanse and then we will go high." She didn't explain, but with a flush that was clearly visible on my face, I knew what she had in mind.
She removed a large porcelain bedpan from the shelf and a large tube of some kind of lubricant. Then she came over to my bed, pulled the covers down and laid out her equipment. I just watched. "I know moving hurts," she said, "so I want you to stay on your back and with your good leg try to lift up your hips. I am going to put this small rubber sheet and towels under you to soak up any leaking." God, it hurts to exert any effort, but I did as she requested. She then returned to the stove and then the bathtub and proceeded filling the large rubber bag. She put in a lot of water and several caps full of some kind of liquid. Then she returned carrying the bag and its hose in one hand and a tall stand in the other. The bag got hung on the stand. I think I could tell what was coming. Next she attached a thick green nozzle about six inches long and half an inch wide to the hose and applied some of the lube to the nozzle. I didn't want to, but I began to feel an erection forming. The feeling contained some of the electrical charge sensation from the catheter insertion that I experienced the prior evening. "You're going to find this enjoyable, you will see. Men usually deny liking enemas, but since most men are anally erotic, properly administered, they find the enjoyable and stimulating as well as practical."
How could I not like some of this crazy experience? I was lying next to a beautiful, smart, in control woman wearing only a black-lace bra and panties. She pulled on rubber gloves and smeared lube onto her left hand. Then she lifted my good right leg and spread it apart from my left and then she proceeded to apply lube to my ass. With the effects of the penicillin and morphine working, I was lying there with cuts and a broken leg enjoying what was happening. This is hard to believe. Then I felt her finger slide up into my ass. Does she know what I am feeling? God. She added pressure to the area of my prostate. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she said.
"OK," big fella, let's insert the nozzle. It is warm and it will not hurt. If you feel any cramping as the water flows in, tell me and I will stop. As you can see, the bag is not very high. I want the water to flow into you slowly and I want time for the Dr. Bonners soap to work its magic. That's soap used to cause intestinal contractions so you will go. So, here is the "click"." And I felt the water flowing. At the same time she had leaned over me so that her breasts were touching my chest. I couldn't resist and looked. "Do my breasts keep your mind off your leg?' she asked. "I can't help looking. You are very attractive. And yes, I am thinking about something other than my leg," I said. "Perhaps this will help you to make it until all the water is in," she said and she reached back and released the clasp of her bra. I couldn't believe my eyes. She pulled the bra off. Cupping her right breast, she offered it to my lips. Her large thick nipple became hard under my sucking. This is like no fantasy I had imagined. And it was happening. "Just a little bit more," she announced "and we will be finished with the first enema. You are doing fine. Ouch, you are sucking too hard. Here have my left breast. Don't play favorites."
I can't imagine a woman talking like that. And this while the last of the water flows into me. "The next will be larger, but it will be easier after you have expelled a lot of waste matter," she said. Did she have to remind me? Then she removed her breast from my face and clicked off the hose. Standing, she moved the enema stand to the side and motioned for me to lift my hips enough for the pan to be placed under my bottom. "Now, I will help you sit up." "Careful," she said, "Not too fast." She put her arm behind my back and lifted. Again, I couldn't keep my mind off the fact that her breasts were pressed into my side as she lifted me up. "Now I am going over to the sink to prepare your next enema, you need to expel." I did.
I didn't like that part. How could I? I'm in this one room cabin with a beautiful nearly naked mature woman and I have to shit in a pan. Well, I had no choice. I hadn't gone for two days and I couldn't get to the commode on my own. So I let loose. In about ten minutes she came back over the bed with a bowel of water, toilet paper, wash cloth and towel. She wiped me like a baby and removed the bedpan to the toilet, flushed and came back. Then she washed me off with the warm water and dried me off. I felt much better. "Do you think you can make it through the next one without sucking on my tits?" she asked with a smile on her face. "I'm just teasing you," she said. "I know it helps to be distracted and I know I am distracting. The next enema is with a inflatable nozzle nozzle. This is designed to hold the water in you without leaking till I release the air that inflates the bulb inside your ass. It is very effective. Maybe you will enjoy the pressure on your prostate." She then proceeded to lube the funny looking bulb at the end of a rubber nozzle and insert it into me. Wow, what a feeling! She squeezed the inflation bulb and I could feel the nozzle expanding inside my ass. "This too will run in slowly. But now there is very little in its way, so it will go high up into your intestines. That's what I want," she said. "Maybe I can think of something to keep your mind off the enema." She spread more lubricant on her left hand and placed it around my half erect cock. With her right breast about six inches from my eyes, she started gently stroking my cock. I scarcely knew which urge to obey first. I found myself simultaneously fighting the urge to come and expel the enema and to seize her breast. How could one in such bad shape be in heaven? Just short of coming she stopped and clicked off the hose. "Its all in." she said. "Did I interrupt something?" Before I could answer, she continued speaking. "You know, you are recovering better than I would have imagined last night. You must be in pretty good shape. I think you can pee in a jar from now on, so I think I will remove your catheter." She draped a towel around my cock, pulled off the tape holding the tube against my side and slowly pulled on the catheter. It came out without feeling. "There, I think you will be more comfortable without that thing. They are fun to play with, but not so nice for the long term." What did she mean "fun to play with". The more I learned about Jen, the more I needed to know. She must have an interesting background
She returned with the bedpan again and I lifted my hips so she could slide it under my bottom. This time water seemed to freely flow from my body. The enema had definitely done its work. Again she returned to empty the pan and to proceed with another round of washing me off. Rolling towels up against my side, she proceeded to bath me all over. After what I had gone through, it was nice to feel clean again. This lovely lady is washing me. She took particular care washing my bottom and around my cock. The warm water and the enema were still having their erotic effects and I was soon erect again. She used the opportunity to lather soap around the shaft and "scrub" with a jacking off motion. "I know you are pretty beat up. Perhaps with your enema tomorrow, we will do something about that," she said squeezing my cock.
"What are you? You are the most open, frank and informed about men and
about sex person I have ever met," I commented. "What are you doing up
here? You saved my life and you are treating me like no other patient
on earth. Tell me about yourself. I must know. "Well", she replied,
"I have some bacon, bread and fruit for breakfast. You need some
nourishment and energy. Then I am going out to my shop and make you
some crutches. We need to get you up and about. I can't stay around
all day giving you a nudie show, can I?" That's not an answer." I
replied. "Well I don't have time to tell you my life's story now, maybe
later," she commented. Then she went over to the toilet, sat down,
urinated, wiped, flushed and went to the shelves and proceeded to dress.
After breakfast, she cleaned up the dishes and began to put on heavy
clothing. "I usually don't work in my woodshop in the winter," she
explained, "I use water power for the heavy tools. The stream is down
and there is not much flow now because it is too cold. But I think I
can make a pair of crutches in an hour or two. I'm going to give you
another morphine suppository and then I want you to sleep. I think you
will be in much better shape by this evening." With that she took
another suppository from the shelf and without a comment came over,
spread my legs and inserted it deeply into my ass. As she leaned over
me she kissed the end of my cock saying, "You're cute."
I must have slept for nearly six hours, because when I awoke it was nearly dark outside, the wind was blowing and I could tell that it was snowing hard. Jen was back in the room at her worktable cutting from the bolt of black leather I had seen earlier. "Hi," I greeted her with a yawn. "What are you doing." "I am making clothing," she commented. "You really slept hard. It is good for you. How do you feel?" she asked. "Much better. The pain is down in my leg and I think the fever is lower or gone." "Well", she commented, "I am going to give you another penicillin shot now, but the third may do it. If you have no infection in the wounds, you will be up in no time. We just have to be careful with the leg. That's a compound fracture and the bones need to set up. That's no easy thing given how old you are," she said with a smile.
"So what are you making?" I asked again. "This will be a leather bustier with an open back," she commented. "You make bustiers?" I asked, sounding somewhat incredulous. "That's got to be a pretty thin market, no pun intended." "Custom bustiers, corsets, bras, high boots, ridings crops, whips, all for the leather fetish industry. I wouldn't call the market thin, I would say that it is specialized and that my clientele are very particular and usually quite well to do. I come up here because it is beautiful, peaceful and I get a lot of work done. If you are good, I will model some of my creations for you." "What do I have to do to be considered "good"? I replied laughing.
"You don't need a water powered wood shop to make fetish clothing. So what's the shop for?" I asked. "That's an extension of my clothing business contacts. I also design and build custom dungeon equipment and furniture. Stuff like Maltese crosses, horses, cages, spreaders, and my personal specialty, medical exam tables. Just about anything needed by amateur or professional mistresses or masters into S&M, DS or medical fetish play." Wow, I was without words. But a lot of things fell into place. Now I understood the competency with men, enemas, suppositories, etc. Not only was she a nurse, she understood men and their reactions and was very comfortable with both male and female sexuality. My head was swimming with new questions to ask this beautiful and fascinating woman.
As we talked, I reached down picked up my jar and proceeded to nearly fill it with urine. "You are getting better," she said. "Last night you couldn't move." "I think you are ready to try standing. Look what I made for you." She walked across the room and retrieved two new wooden crutches. "I want you to be careful. You shouldn't bump your leg. But I know you would like to get some mobility and be able to use the john and eat sitting up, etc. I think these will do the trick. Easy, don't try to stand up too rapidly. I don't want you fainting on me. I remember you are pretty heavy," she said. I managed to pull myself to a sitting position and then slowly with her arm around me and supported by the new crutches I was able to stand. I felt a bit dizzy, but not faint. I just stood there looking around. Then, slowly I took a few steps keeping my left leg off the floor. I felt clumsy, but I knew practice would eliminate that. Jen picked up my urine jar and emptied it into the toilet. "Don't do too much at first," she said. I'll quit my cutting and make us some supper. Then I will give you a little fashion show and I want a bath. If you remember, you interrupted a very pleasant evening I had planned two nights ago. Maybe I will let you help me, you know, things like scrubbing my back," she said laughing.
Dinner was good, but easily forgotten because I kept thinking about Jen in the bathtub, Jen in her fashion show, Jen leaning over me as she gave me the enema. How could you not think about this woman who was practically never out of sight and more than about 30 feet from me. But it was nice sitting at a table. She had washed my shirt and I wore a towel around my waist to be "presentable" in place of my jeans, which were cut to pieces. I returned to my bed to rest as she cleared up the food preparation area.
"I would really appreciate your comments," she said. "Much of my work is by design, but I do a lot of work for customers who tell me the kind of clothing they want, but leave the design to me. I am always trying to develop something new and interesting. It has worked so far, I guess that is why they pay me the big bucks," she laughed. She went over to her bed and began to undress. She was so comfortable with her body and not at all concerned about me looking. And she was very aware of my looking. I couldn't get over how beautiful she is. She turned around toward me totally naked. I suppose some would say she carried a little too much weight to be a classic model beauty. Her hips and breasts were respectively too wide and heavy for the runway model types. But she had this way of moving that was mesmerizing. Her hips moved and her breasts swayed. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
She walked up to me, leaned over and stroked my cheek. "I think you look better clean shaven," she said. "I have a razor you can use later. As you can see," she said with a wink, "I prefer not to shave." She raised her arms and spun around 360 degrees. I could see that she had dark tufts of hair under her arms and her full dark bush was about 12 inches from my face. She turned and walked to the far side of the room where several covered hanging racks were placed against the wall. She removed the cover and started selecting leather clothing from the racks. Humming softly, she began to dress in what I assumed to be white leather. That was a surprise, since most of the clothing was black or red. "I think you should see me as your nurse first," she said. She walked back to me wearing tall whit stiletto heals, a short white skirt, a short sleeved jacket and white cap. All but the cap were white leather with back trim and brass buttons and zippers. She was beautiful, but now more. She was the nurse of your fantasy dreams. "Do you like?" she asked turning around to model. "It's great," I replied. "It's great, that's all?" she asked frowning. "Would this be better?" she asked as she leaned over me. Her naked breasts fell out of the jacket and she brushed her nipples slowly across my forehead, nose and then mouth. As I reached up to suck, she stood up saying, "I see you don't appreciate the quality of my workmanship yet." She went over to the old immigrant chest and rummaged around with her back to me. She was holding a large black douche bulb in one hand and a large shiny metal syringe in the other. "Do I look more like a nurse now?"
She put the stuff back in the chest, went back to the garment rack and proceeded to undress again. This time she chose high black patent leather boots, and a black leather corset. "I will need some help lacing this up," she said, "please give me a hand." She came over to the bed, turned her back to me and sat down. The laces crossed from side to side with a series of hooks. When I finished she walked back to the clothes rack and selected s short riding crop and a small brimmed leather cap. Then she turned around. Now she was far from the nurse I saw a few moments ago. The corset pushed up her breasts so they were held out toward me at a 90-degree angle from her body. Her crotch was fully exposed. But she was far from vulnerable. She was now a powerful, in charge dominatrix. "On your knees, now," she barked at me and started laughing. "Do you like?" "I think on my knees would be a bit of a problem for me at the moment, but I would do whatever else you commanded, Mistress," I answered.
She then proceeded to try on a series of her creations. She had a long, floor-length black leather coat, much like a trench coat, which she cinched at the waist. She had g-strings and cut away panties. She was a knock out in a black g-string and a black dimi bra. There was no way you could hold Jen in those small cups. But that was the point. She tried on some of her red creations including one in which she had a hood over her head. All the designs were equally stimulating and interesting. I was amazed how well her designs defined her attitude, presumably they would have a similar impact on the women who eventually were to wear them. Her mood changed from demanding to submissive, from evil to angelic. She was a dom, nurse, slave, vixen, angel, and mistress. In all her outfits, she was desirable, beautiful and she commanded your attention. The clothes transformed her, but beyond that there was something about Jen, a stage presence, that made you look at her when she was in the room. I was having the show of a lifetime.
"OK," she announced, "you now have an idea of what I do. Over the next few weeks or whatever it is before we are no longer snowed in or we can snowshoe out, you can do more than just leer. You can give me some constructive feedback from the male point of view. I don't entirely trust my judgement on these matters and I know that men are more visual than women and perhaps we can make some improvements in my new designs." "Since I can't go anywhere and I can't escape, I will reluctantly cooperate with your requests," I said with a smile. "In that case, I will now have my long delayed evening bath you so rudely interrupted last night. I may even be able to make use of you as long as I am stuck with you here, she said."
Still stark naked, she began to busy herself with bath preparations. With the stove freshly stocked with wood, she started filling the tub with steaming hot water into which she added a pleasant smelling lotion. Then she took down her large open topped syringe and attached to its hose a large black curved nozzle. "Two nights ago I wanted to give myself an enema," she said, "But your arrival kind of stopped me from the evening I had planned. I would like one even more tonight. I hope you don't mind. Some men don't want to admit that women have to care for bodily functions. Up here I do what I please." "Go ahead," I answered. "I am not the shrinking violet type. In fact, I am quite interested in what you do and in watching you. I hope you don't mind my watching. I have never watched a woman give herself an enema. I think I will like watching." "In that case, I may have you do more than watch. Enemas are much more pleasant when you have someone assist. Not only are you more comfortable, but I think they work better and the experience is more pleasant if you can concentrate on your feelings, not on handling equipment." I wasn't sure what she intended, but I was willing.
"First I will do a cleansing enema, just to remove waste from the lower intestine. Then we will get more creative," she explained. I wasn't sure what "creative" meant in enemas, but in approximately 48 hours in her presence, I knew I wanted to learn. "I will let you help me with this so you can learn," she explained. "If we are going to be stuck with each other, we need to tend to your education." She moved the enema stand over by my bed and placed a large white towel and a pillow on the floor beside me and placed a small rubber sheet over the towel. "If you will swing your bad leg out to the left at the head of the bed and sit up, I will aim toward the foot. Here is a pair rubber gloves for you. I hope they are not too small, they are the largest size I have here. My medical gloves are size small; these are larger because I use them for painting. First you should apply some lube to me, just as I did for you last night. You want your patient to receive the nozzle with comfort. You want the anal opening relaxed, not tight and apprehensive. If the patient is relaxed, there will be less cramping and the enema will not only work better, it will be relaxing and pleasant. Here is a jar of lube I made just for enema work. It creates a warm sensation, has slight herbal anesthetic property, it smells good and it doesn't harm latex or stain."
With that she handed me the jar, turned around and placed herself in a kneeling position and placed her head on the towel right cheek down. "Go ahead, lube," she instructed. I was presented with a view of the loveliest ass imaginable. It was smooth, full and round. She had parted her legs about 14 inches and I had a full view of not only her ass, but also her outer vaginal lips and clit. Her fine textured dark brown pubic hair extended between her legs to either side of her pussy. Her ass hole was pink surrounded by a light brown ring. "I'm ready. Have you fallen asleep?" she asked. I realized I had stopped and was staring at the sight of her gorgeous ass. "Take the delay as a compliment. Here we go," was all I could think to say. I dipped my right index finger into the jar of lube and applied it gently to the area around her small puckered hole. Then I thought about last night and the confidence with which she approached me. I already knew how she went about this. So I immediately inserted my finger up into her ass and slowly began moving it in and out to spread the lubricant. I could feel the tightness began to lessen. "Ahhh, that feels good," she commented. "You don't get the same sensation when you do it to yourself." Well, why not, I thought to myself, and inserted my second finger up into her ass. Again it started out gripping tightly and then commenced to relax. At the same time I applied a bit of the lube to the fingers of my other hand, reached down and spread her pussy lips applying some to the entrance of her vagina and to her clit. "You are precocious, aren't you?" she said softly.
When I thought she had fully relaxed, I reluctantly removed my fingers from her ass and picked up the large black nozzle hanging from the syringe hose. This too I smeared liberally with lube. I placed the end of the nozzle against her ass and said, "push out". She did and at the same time I pushed the nozzle into her up to its flared end. "Did you run out some water first?" she asked. "No" "Then take it back out and run out a little water. You should always make sure there is no air in the tubing. I want just the soapy water in there, she instructed." So I pulled the nozzle from her ass and ran a bit of water onto the towel. There was a bit of air trapped in the tubing, so I knew she was right. "Here goes again," I said, inserting the nozzle back into her ass. This time I reached over to the clamp and released it with a click. "Stop," she said. I immediately clamped off the hose. "Lower the stand so that the bag is only about two feet above my bottom," she said. You shouldn't run the water in too rapidly unless you are already cleaned out or you are using the enema for punishment or S&M purposes. I want the water to go in slowly and loosen me up all the way. And I don't want immediate cramping." So I reached over to the stand and unscrewed the latch allowing the bar holding the bag to slide down until the bag was the right distance above her ass. Again I reached over and turned on the hose valve.
For a while there was no sound. I could see the bag slowly loosing size as the fluid ran into her. Since she said nothing, I reached down again, spread her lips and slowly inserted a finger into her vagina. I gently probed until I found the soft area I thought to be her g spot and started making a circular motion. "Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh," she again softly moaned, "that feels wonderful. I should have known you had some idea about how a woman works. You don't react like a rookie. Oh, Oh, I feel a bit of cramping, turn it off for a minute." I stopped the flow while she rubbed below her stomach. "That's better, give me a little more," she said and I proceeded to fill her again. The intervals between filling and resting became shorter as the bag emptied. I don't know how much water was in the bag in the beginning, but it must have been nearly three quarts. Now I was alternating between rubbing her g spot and stroking her clit. She had become quite wet in the process and her clit stood out hard and her lips had engorged with blood. The sight of all this was hard to described it was so good. I looked down noticing I had become rock hard. "That's enough," she said. I clicked off the valve. The bag was virtually empty. She stayed in that position for several minutes as I gently massaged her clit. Then she slowly rolled over onto her back. "When you can, it is nice to hold the water for several minutes. And I try to have my patients move from front to back several times. This causes the water to work its way up so that the enema is more effective. She was now lying on her back, knees spread and as she slowly massaged the area above her pubic hair with one had, she stroked her clit with the other. She smiled up at me and said, "As you already figured out, it helps to have pleasant distractions. But now must get up and expel."
That's what she did. Without embarrassment she walked in a crouch to the commode and sat down. Soon I could hear the water and waste matter splashing from her. She just looked at me and smiled. "I guess we are pretty intimate friends now," she laughed. "We no longer have many secrets." "Is this what you would have done the night I arrived if I had not so rudely interrupted?" I asked. "That's what I had in mind," she said matter of factly. "I am sexually active and I am currently without a romantic interest and I am snowed in up here in my cabin. So I have to make do with my toys and my hands. It's not so bad. The setting is lovely, I am warm and I can get very comfortable. Of course, now I have you. Might as well make the most of it." Again she commented with the now familiar half smile on her face. After about ten minutes, she wiped up, stood and used a wet wash cloth to clean her bottom. "There, that is much better," she said, now we can have some fun and relaxation." That's what I thought I was having.
Jen retrieved her bag and added several quarts of fresh hot water. She then attached a long red tube to the hose. "This is a nice soft 34fr. Colon tube. I have used it for years. It is 40 inches long and if we work it right it can be inserted all the way up. It makes a very nice sensation as it goes up and it delivers the fluid very high." Then she went over to the shelf and selected a wine bottle. "I usually don't drink, but a little wine in a late evening enema is a wonderful relaxant, don't you think? I would like to have you help me with a colon tube. I like to get the fluid up high. Then as it descends, it is absorbed into the blood stream and you get high, quite quickly. You can take far less than when you drink because your intestines are much more efficient in extracting the alcohol than your stomach. And it is faster too. So I am adding about two cups of Burgundy to about two and one-half quarts of water. My secret is in this jar. This is peppermint tea. I am adding a cup of this tea concentrate. It sooths and intestines and cuts cramping. It allows you to take the wine in comfort and not need to expel so quickly."
I realized that I was getting an education quickly and from an expert. Jen returned to my bed and hung the now full bag on the stand once again. Then she came over to me, stepped over my straight out left leg and kneeled over my lap. This move placed her breasts in my face, which is what she intended. She pressed them against my face and hugged me. "You were nice to help me," she said softly. "Some men would not do that. Now I will show you another way to get slightly and pleasantly high." "I am already high," I said and placed my lips around her left nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She responded by pressing her breast into me and settling her warm pussy down against my erect cock. She moved up and down sliding my shaft against her clit. Then she pushed me away and stood up.
This time she brought several pillows back and put one on each end of the towel on the floor. Then she lay down placing one pillow under her hips and the other under her head so she could look up at me without holding her head. "Now," she said, this takes a little more effort and help. What I want you to do is slide down the bed so that your legs are across me. I think then you can lean over and insert the tube up my ass. You need to do it slowly and with a twisting motion. If you feel an obstruction, withdraw and insert again. We may have to add more lube. It sometimes gets turned around when it goes through an intestinal valve. That's not a problem, but it causes the tube to turn back and come down instead of go up. So it is a bit trial and error. Anytime you think there is a kink in the tube, you can turn on the water and see if it is flowing. If it flows, it is probably going up. But if we are luck, it will go all the way in before you start. And then, I want it to go in slowly. I will just be leaning back and enjoying. Don't be alarmed if I come," she said smiling. "I am pretty good at holding even when I come."
Well, I was eagerly into this procedure now. First I lubed my left index finger the slowly slid it in and out of her ass. I stopped and added more lube and inserted again, both spreading lube and relaxing her ass. Finally, I pulled out and coated the long colon tube with a generous film of lube. "Let me know if you feel it stop, or if it hurts," I said. And I inserted the end of the tube into her ass. I was surprised at how easily it was inserted. I felt almost no resistance. It just kept going up and up. About 25 inches in I felt a slight resistance so I twisted the tube back and forth as I pressed in. It seemed to pass something and then continue up without hesitation. All of a sudden, I had the entire 40 inches into her. So I reached over and released the valve. I hear the click, but could not tell if the water and wine was entering her upper intestine. But after a moment, she softly said, "That's nice." I knew we were started. So I let go of the tube and placed my hand on her clit. With my other hand I gently gathered her left nipple between thumb and finger and slowly twisted back and forth. Sometimes I pulled on the nipple. I could feel it harden, swell and stiffen. "MMMMM", was all she said. The water continued slowly running up the tube. I noticed a slight flush form across her cheeks and then down her neck and across her breasts. I began a circular motion around her clit and slowly increased pressure. "Oh yes," she said. So I continued. The bag emptied completely and I could tell that her stomach had rounded out a bit. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in her own thoughts and I said nothing. I just massaged her clit and lips and brushed the nipples of each breast with my fingers. Then I could feel a trembling start against my left hand. Her legs stiffened and she began to contract and shudder. "Oh, Oh, Oh," she moaned softly, "Yes, Yes, Yes." I knew the feeling. She was beginning to come strongly. I slipped my fingers into her cunt and rubbed the g spot as she bucked her hips off the floor. "Don't stop," she commanded. I didn't. The waves continued for a long time and then slowly subsided. She kept rolling her head from side to side with her eyes closed. Finally she stopped and went totally limp. I almost thought she had passed out. I waited. A satisfied smile formed on her lips and knew she was just coming down from the orgasm. "I'm a little drunk and very full," she said. "Slowly pull the tube out of me. I may have to crawl to the toilet," she laughed. "I am not too stable." She rolled over and stood up slowly and crossed the room. When she sat down, I could hear the fluid rushing out of her into the bowl. "Oh God," she said, that was wonderful. And I am still getting higher. The wine is still being absorbed and it will continue until I have expelled the remainder." She stayed there for about five minutes and then unsteadily stood up, wiped off and moved over to the tub and climbed in. She let out a huge sigh and settled back closing her eyes once again.
Jen stayed in the tub for nearly 30 minutes. I think she dozed off. Finally, I think the water cooled off and she got up and toweled off. "Oh that is wonderful. Thank you so much," she said. "How are you" "I am fine," I responded. "I have never had an experience quite like that. You are lovely to watch and touch. It brought me nearly as much pleasure as you seemed to get." Well," she said, "I doubt that." "But tomorrow we will take you there and see if you would like an erotic enema too." I know men well enough to believe you will enjoy what I can do to you. In the mean time, perhaps I can show you some gratitude," she said. She walked over to me and carefully avoiding my broken leg and pulled back the blankets leaving me nude on the sheets. Then she straddled me. She was all pink from the combined effects of enema, wine and hot bath and her skin was very warm, almost feverish. She reached back and took my cock into her hand and started massaging. I quickly returned to full erect position. She then spread her legs further and settled her cunt down over my erect penis. It was warm, wet and strong. Slowly at first she moved up and down. She would lean forward to brush her breasts across my face and then sit back down again until I sank in to the hilt. I quickly built to climax. "It's OK," she said. "We are tired and we can play another time. This is just a thank you. Go ahead and come into me. It is a perfect way to get ready for sleep." I did.
To be continued
By R. L. S.
Redbulb50@hotmail.com
