I could look up and see the enema bag hanging over my head. I saw Debbie reaching up for the hose and nozzle. She lubricated the nozzle, and then spread my cheeks again and inserted the nozzle.

Debbie waited a couple of minutes to let me get used to the sensation of feeling the hard plastic nozzle up inside my hiney. Then she asked me, rather dramatically, “Are you ready for me to give you your very first enema?” I took a deep breath, held it, swallowed hard and answered “yes”. Debbie reached up, clicked open the clamp and started the enema flowing into me. Nothing I could have ever imagined prepared me for that initial surge of warm water filling my rectum. From then on, any time I hear the word “enema” I associate it with that incredible feeling. Debbie wanted my first enema experience to be a good one so she used plain warm water and adjusted the flow so that it was going up inside me very slowly. I could feel the enema slowly moving out of my rectum and up my left side. For a moment, a cramp started to form on my left side but then I could actually feel a gurgling sensation as the cramp went away and the enema flowed deeper inside me. Now the enema was flowing across my tummy and I was really starting to feel full.

My normally soft belly was getting really hard. The enema bag that I could just barely see wasn’t bulging any more. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but so far, so good. The pressure was building up. Then there was a final surge along my right side and I knew that I was completely filled up. The bag also looked empty. All during the enema, Debbie kept asking me how I was doing and encouraged me by telling me how good I was taking it, especially since it was my first time.

She was so gentle and sweet during the whole procedure. Finally, she announced that the enema was all up inside me. Actually, I had just taken a little over a quart but it seemed more like a gallon. She closed the clamp and took out the nozzle. I rolled over onto my back and could see Debbie standing over me with the empty enema bag in her hand. She had a big smile on her face. I’m so proud of you she said, almost like she was my mother soothing her child. Then the enema took over and I had to rush to the bathroom just in time to expel. I can honestly say that the only unpleasant part of getting an enema was expelling it. It was the worst case of diarrhea I have ever had. But it was quickly over and, after the last of the enema had left me, I had this incredible relaxed, emptied out feeling. I don’t think I have ever been that cleaned out before. I was sure I was ten pounds lighter. Debbie brought my clothes into the bathroom and I showered and dressed.