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Subject: {ASSM} The Klismaphilia Parlor
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This story is entirely fictional and is intended for adults only

I was walking by a new storefront in our city and noticed this sign 
"The Klismaphilia Parlor."  Since I find an occasional enema very 
exciting, I decided to go in.  The lobby was completely unattended with 
a desk and a push button with a sign "Press for Attendant" I pressed the 
button and sat down with a magazine.  I didn't have to wait long before 
a woman came in and motioned me to the desk.

She said "Our trained attendants offer a variety of enemas in various 
settings, depending on your interests.  Our basic price is $100 for the 
first enema and $25 for a second enema.  Depending on the type of enema 
you want, we generally recommend a second enema."

"Ok, let's try it."

After she took my credit card information, she escorted me into a locker 
room and opened an empty locker.  "Remove all of your clothes and place 
them in the locker.  Your attendant will accompany you back to the 
locker if you would like to give him or her anything extra."  After I 
was completely naked (and growing a solid hard-on) she locked the locker 
and gave me the key attached to a wrist bracelet.  Then she led me into 
an office area where I was instructed to stand facing the desk.

"Do you want a male or female attendant?' she asked.   "Definitely 
female," I replied.  With that response, she pressed a button on the 
intercom and called for Mabel, who quickly showed up, skimpily dressed 
in a halter and bikini.

Mabel looked my body over, pausing to study my fully erect penis, she 
said in an authoritative voice. "Turn around and bend over."  As I 
complied, I heard the sound of a rubber glove and soon felt a lubricated 
finger seeking entrance to my asshole.  After her finger worked around 
for a bit, she withdrew it and said, "He seems OK.  I did not feel any 
hemorrhoids and his sphincter is tight; you may want to check it."  So 
the woman behind the desk, came around, put on the rubber glove, and 
repeated the anal examination.  While she still had her finger up my 
ass, she asked, "When was your last bowel movement?"  "This morning." 
"Are you generally regular?"  "Usually"

As I was again standing, naked, in front of the desk, I was asked a 
series of questions.  A display of nozzles was brought out, ranging in 
size to a standard enema nozzle to a large butt plug with a hose 
attachment.  "All of our nozzles are sterilized.  You need to choose 
one.  Based on the tightness of your sphincter, I would not suggest the 
largest ones."  I chose a medium one with a series of graduated 
indentations along its 5-inch length.

"We don't generally recommend a clear water enema as the first enema. 
Our normal enema is a saline solution with a bit of baking soda.  We can 
also do coffee enemas or other varieties if you desire.  For clients 
that are constipated, we offer a phospho soda enema, but I don't think 
you need that."   "I'll do the regular enema."

"We can do body temperature enemas or cool or warm?  Which do you 
prefer?"  "I guess somewhere around body temperature."

"We have private rooms for the enema with just you and Mabel present; 
however, some of our clients like to see others and don't mind being 
seen, so we have an open area with tables and open toilets for the 
expulsion.  At the present, there are two clients in this area - one man 
and one woman.  Which do you prefer?"   That was a question I had never 
considered before.  "Let's be public!!" I said

One last question, "Some of our clients enjoy a massage of certain 
genital areas during the second enema.  Would you like that?"  "Sure," I 
replied.

Mabel took my hand and led me into a large room with six tables about 10 
feet apart.  About five feet from the top end of the table was an open 
toilet.   Off to the side of the room was a preparation area.  As we 
walked by the second table I noticed a naked man about my age laying on 
his side waiting for an insertion; his erection made mine look puny. On 
the third table was an attractive, completely naked young woman with a 
tube coming out of her butt.  A man wearing only a jock strap was 
massaging her stomach.

Mabel instructed me to climb on the fourth table and relax while she 
prepared the first enema.  Soon she came back with the equipment hanging 
on a pole.  As she approached, I turned to see the woman on next table 
jump off and dash to her toilet.  Then I heard a big sigh and a splash 
as her bowels emptied.

"Get on you hands & knees with your rump up in the air," Mabel 
instructed.  Then I felt the finger go in again, "I wanted to make sure 
that you are well lubricated."  As the nozzle was pushed in, I could 
feel each indentation and feel my anus stretching somewhat.  "On your 
left side," she instructed.  And then the flow started.

I took about 2/3 of the bag.  I asked Mabel to stop the flow.  She 
turned me over on my back and gently massaged my abdomen.  Back on my 
left side, I took about half of what was remaining.  Mabel slowly pulled 
the nozzle out one notch at a time.

She let me up and I sat on the toilet.  She held my hand as I evacuated 
my bowels.

Back to the table, Mabel prepared a clear water enema to flush out any 
remains of the salt-soda enema.  Again she slowly inserted the nozzle, 
notch-by-notch.  After the insertion, she lowered the bag so there would 
be less pressure.  Then she rolled me over to my back, and, as the water 
flowed in, she placed a condom on my fully erect penis and started a 
gentle massage.  In a few minutes, it erupted.  After that, she withdrew 
the nozzle and it was back to the toilet.

Mabel accompanied me back to the locker.  After I was dressed, I gave 
her a little extra for her services.

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