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Subject: {ASSM} ANAL CLINIC, PART 2
Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 19:10:07 -0400
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ANAL CLINIC, part 2
I titled my story Anal Cinic rather than Enema Clinic, because there is so much
butt stuff going on than just enemas.
Today I had a very busy treatment day. I had a patient named Jay,about 30
something, at 10pm on the dot. He was in a hurry to get started. But I got
control of the situation and got him to calm down. It seems that he used to get
enemas from his mom as a child. And now that he read some stories about enemas,
he wanted to try again, as he had no idea how to go about this on his own. I
offered to give him a break on my fees so that he could come twice a week, as
he is such a dear person.
Jay came in and filled out the health questionaaire. I checked his pulse, blood
pressure, and of course, rectal themperature with him lying face down on my
exam table. I pulled his jeans down far enough to get at his bottom with a
lubricated gloved finger and asked him to put his butt in the air. He seemed a
little concerned, but he was determined to go thru with it. I felt no impaction
nor anything in the colon. He really didnt need one for health purposes, and
was having no headache or stomach cramps. I went ahead, knowing he was just
curious.
I put him on his back and pulled off his Reebocks, jeans, and shorts. Then
covered him with a drape.I left his shirt on as the room seemed drafty on this
cool Autum day. I mixed a very simple enema solution and asked him if he rather
have the bag or the bulb. He asked for both, so, I started with the bag. I
pulled his knees up and found his rectum, I carefully inserted the enema
nozzel, the long douche nozzel,wiggled it around to get him in the mood for the
enema, and hung the bag on the IV stand. I watched carefully to make sure the
flow was not too fast and uncomfortable. Before long he had a glazed look in
his eyes and his penis was erect under the drape. He bucked his hips upward a
couple of times, indicating he needed orgasmic relief. I gave him a towel and
told him to relieve himself. Then I left the room.
On my return, he told me had a great orgasm, and wanted to expel. So I pulled
out the enema tube and guided him to the toilet. There was only a clear return.
But he wanted another enema anyway, i guess he wanted to get his moneys worth.
So I repositioned him on his side, facing away from me, and got my bulb and a
pan of hot wather. Bulb by bulb, I injected the water thru his anus into the
rectum. He lifted his hips again. My this was a horny young man. I told him to
settle down. And he did. I didnt get nearly as much solution in him as with the
bag, but he looked happy, so I told him I was going to lubricate a butt plug
and push it into his bottom. He looked gleeful. But quiet.
I left him there, just observing him. slowly his penis became errect. Although
I dont consider myself to be a clinic for sexual favors, I touched his
tumescent member, and heard a delightful groan. I told him he needed a prostate
massage. He wasnt sure what this meant. But soon my lubricated pointer finger
was worming its way up his ass, and when I massaged hs prostate, he tried hard
not to come. I moved the drape aside enough to cover his penis with a towel and
ordered him to cum. I had to grasp the shaft and wiggle it a little, and soon
he came, with less ejaculate than before, but a good orgasm never the less.
Face to face,he ejaculated into the towel. His hand reached up and softly
grasped my wrist, as if to say "No more!". Then I made an appointment for him
for exactly one week, without asking him if he wanted an appointment. He seemed
to want me to make all the decisions. He gave me my fee of $50 and left,
thanking me profusely for helping him. I told him if he had any questions or
concerns, he could call me on my private cell phone during the week.
Next, at I had a woman of 45 named Laura who was going thru marital
difficulties, not sure why she disclosed this fact to me. She was thick of
waiste, large of breast, and a brainy sort of soul. I asked her why she came to
my enema clinic. She said she just wanted an enema, and was tired of giving
them to herself. I felt very drawn to her. The honesty she displayed was
provocative. I unbuttoned her blouse and bra and listened to her heart with my
stethoscope. The joy showed on her face.The breasts were beautiful, with big
brown nipples that were beginning to swell. I examined each, and she smirked. I
think I was giving her what she wanted and really needed. She told me she was
nursing a baby at home and it was getting close to nursing time and her breasts
hurt. I told her I could use my breast pump, but oddly enough, i couldnt get it
to work. So she asked me if I would get her breasts started with my mouth and
let them drain into a bath towel. I felt a sexual tingling in my groin. Sucking
on her breast, the milk began shooting out and I clamped a towel over it.
"AHHHHhhh", she sighed with obvious relief. Then I sucked on her other breast
til the milk came and soaked it up with another towel. She said she would be
comfortable going thru her enemization with that out of the way.
Next I listened to her pulse. Then I said I would help her undress and get her
gown on. And she did not protest my ministrations. I removed her dress, her
bra, and certainly, her plain white panties. I held the gown up for her to get
into. I asked her if she needed to pee before she got started but , "no". I
turned her over the exam table and put on my latex gloves, snap snap, SNAP!.
She looked around at me with a little gleam in her eye. I pushed her shoulders
down on the table. And spread her chubby legs. I spread her buttcheeks and told
her to take a deep breath and relax , as I began to force my finger up inside
her deep Hershey highway. "OH OUCH". she exclaimed. I slowed down and told her
to relax. I needed to keep my sadistic impusles in check. Putting more lube on
my glove, I parted her buttocks again and inserted my pointer finger more
slowly and senuously hoping to relax her and get all the way inside her ass.
She rotated a bit. "Does that feel good, do you like that?" I asked her. She
replied "Oh yes, please forgive me, but it does make me feel squirmy and, hehe,
a bit horny." I reached around with my other finger and went into her slit. I
could feel pussy moisture, and a hard clit. As I massaged her clit
provacatively, I finger fucked her ass, with two fingers now, in and out. Round
and round I twisted my fingers, and again --in and out several times. Soon she
stiffened and let out a loud moan. "Ohhhhhhh:" With her healthy orgasm out of
the way she went a bit limp, I helped her up on the exam table. I pushed her
gown up around her waist, and draped her to protect her privacy. The black
enema bag hung on the IV pole and I selected a special nozzel about the size of
a large cigar, that would really ream her ass good. I had to make three
attempts, against her protests,but finally worked the monster into her bottom.
"Ohhhh, that feels wonderful now." she beamed, and I felt encouraged. I very
slowly allowed the water to drain into her bottom, and rubbed her stomach to
help her along. She lay there with a dazed look of relaxation on her face. But
as the 2 quarts was finally in her ass, she got a bit antsy. I told her I would
not allow her to the toilet until the butt plug was in her ass for at least 5
minutes. She grimmaced and shifted about on the table. I knew she was getting
exactly what she came for.
At the end of 5 minutes, I pulled the butt plug, and helped her to the toilet.
The return came out quickly and very clear. But nonetheless, I made her submit
to another rectal exam by my gloved finger. She was safe and sound. She
dressed, paid my fee of $50, and asked to come back the next day.I was booked a
bit heavily for tomorrow, but I found time to squeeze her in at 11. I asked her
to please express her breasts at home before she arrived at my Enema clinic.
She hugged me, said thanks and that she enjoyed my care, and went out thru the
kitchen and left.
I was feeling a bit tired, and had a coffee break. Before long my next patient
was here. "Hello, Im Jean ", announced the hale and hearty older woman, i
guessed her age to be about 65 or so, she seemed very dominant. She said she
was on her way to play golf, and needed to hurry and get this over with. Her
husband had left her, and she had no one to administer her therapy anymore. I
checked her TPR, BP, and then lifted her golf skirt, and found there were no
panties. I removed her skirt and put her right up on the table on her side.
SNAP! Putting my gloves on I lubed her old ass and my pointer finger went to
work up her rectum. I could feel some feces there in the colon, and decided a
bulb enema would be fine. Then I draped her. She wasnt at all embarrassed. A
tough one this old dame. First, I inserted a long stick soap suppository and
made her wait til she complained of burning. Then I brought the enema bulb to
her side.
Quickly I squirted bulbs of water into the old gals bottom. "SLOW DOWN", she
exclaimed. I had tested the limits of her patience. I rubbed her bottom gently
as it seemed very sexy and just waiting to be touched. "Mmmmm" she moaned
sexually. I really didnt feel like getting her off. But she was really turned
on. Soon she begged me to allow her to expell.So I got her off the exam table,
and she helped herself. Very stout and strong. I gave her a quick bag enema to
be sure she was clear,and sent her on her way. She had a wicked look in her eye
as she rebooked with me for the next week. And I had a feeling she was going to
be one of my good customers. As she hugged me, she lingered just a little too
long---- as she pressed her chest to mine. And then she was gone.
Next I had a real nervous looking man who didnt look like he really wanted to
be here. I had to work fast to make him feel comfortable.
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