Exasperated, he replied, “Just what I said, I haven’t been to the bathroom in three days.”
She rolled her eyes at him before asking, “Do you mean you can’t: urinate, or have a bowel movement, or both?”
“I haven’t had a shit in three days.” “I usually go every morning, but damn, I am miserable and hurting.” “I need to go so bad, but can’t, no matter how hard I strain, and NO, I am not going to the doctors,” he growled.
Relief flushed over her when she realized how simple the remedy was going to be. She almost laughed, but stopped just in time, suddenly realizing, it wasn’t going to be all THAT simple after all.
Her eyes started to sparkle when she realized this could be just the situation that would allow her to take her fantasy one step further. Her mind flashed back to the night she had “punished” him for neglecting her. She had tied him face down on the bed, blindfolded him, used hot oils to massage him, and paid particular attention to his butt cheeks. Gradually she had licked and kissed his body, igniting the hot oil, till he was so turned on that he didn’t complain when she stuck her tongue in his tight puckered ass. She had finally gotten brave enough to insert her middle finger and stroke his anal passage, without him screaming the house down around her.
That night she had stopped short of anything more where his well guarded ass was concerned. She had prepared herself for him and had let him take her anally, showing him how much she enjoyed it and that it wasn’t the painful experience he expected. She even got a grudging confession out of him that he had enjoyed her ministrations where his precious ass was concerned.
Her fantasy was to gradually get him to allow her to use her strap on. She had purchased it in secret about two months previously and hidden it in the closet deeper then his homophobic fears. She was well on her way and now this could allow her to go one step further without spooking him, she hoped.
She put on her sympathetic face and looked at him in a serious manner. Trying not to gloat, she told him how she could cure his constipation and his pain.
“Honey, I know you are not going to like this but you have one of three choices: 1) you can roll around being miserable till you have a bowel movement on your own 2) you can go to the doctors and let them give you an enema or 3) you can let me give you one here at home.”
He just groaned in response as he turned on his side and held his stomach.
She kept her voice very low and reasonable, “You know I am right, don’t you,” she continued to cajole.
He whimpered and looked at her ever so pitifully. “I guess you are right,” he finally muttered. “I can’t stand this much longer.” “My body is betraying me,” he whined and clutched his stomach.
She had gradually scooted up beside him and now leaned over to feel his stomach, touching it gently but firmly. “Oh, honey,” she said, “you are bloated and tight, but don’t worry, I am going to fix you right up.”
She ignored his even louder moans as she got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She tried to keep the smile from her face as she went about getting the enema bag out and starting the water running so that it would warm up. Soon she had the nozzle picked out and attached; the bag filled with water warm, and had added a couple of drops of liquid soap to the bag. She got out the KY jelly and applied it generously to the nozzle before setting all of her stuff on the counter.
She walked back in the room with a towel to get him ready, “Ok, honey, you need to stand up and take your briefs off and let me put this towel on the bed.”
He mumbled and moaned as she helped him stand up and while he struggled a bit to remove his briefs, she placed a heavy towel on the bed.
She patted the towel, “Just lay back down the way you were on your right side, with your left leg over and kind of pulled up.”
She helped him get in the desired position. Then she went back to the bathroom to get the full enema bag, the tube of KY, and remembered to get the butt plug out of her toy bag. She placed everything but the bag on the nightstand. Then remembering she didn’t have a hanger in the bedroom, she took the picture down over the bed, leaned it against the wall, and hung the bag on the picture hook.
He had watched all her preparations and was dreading the treatment. He had been so constipated one time before they were married and ended up in the emergency room at the hospital. The nurse sure didn’t take any pity on him and he was almost as miserable with the treatment as he was prior to going into the ER. He wondered if that experience had led to his aversion to anything anal, well that and his prostate exam at his yearly physical. He mentally shuddered, just remembering.
When he saw the size of the nozzle on the enema bag, he cringed. “God Lord, I don’t remember the nozzle being that big when I had an enema at the hospital,” he moaned and his eyes widened.
“Quit whining,” she told him, “I use this same sized nozzle all the time and I live through it.”
“Yeah, but,” he started.
“No buts,” she chimed in, “if it works for me, it ought to work alright for you, too,” she added, “and besides, I have a special distraction technique I am going to use on you.”
“Huh,” he grunted, “what do you mean by that?”
He wondered if he should change his mind and try to suffer through or go to the hospital, but wasn’t sure he could even walk to the car, much less drive himself without being in agony.
“Trust me,” she soothed, “have I ever hurt you before?”
“Well, no, but,” and he stopped, “never mind,” he continued, “Just do it.”
She hid her smile, got the tube of KY, and squeezed a big dollop on her finger. Taking her other hand she pulled on one of his butt cheeks a bit and started working her lubricated finger around and into his hole very slowly. Soon, she had her full finger inside of him and started working it in and out.
He squirmed a bit, not liking the idea of her invading his forbidden hole, but soon realized she wasn’t hurting him a bit, in fact, it felt kind of good. He had almost forgotten how cramped his stomach was while he was concentrating on the pleasant feelings she was giving him.
She worked her finger in and out making sure his anal ring was relaxed enough to take the nozzle. After about 5 minutes of finger massage and coating his anal walls with the lubricant, she felt he was ready for the next step. She finally pulled her finger out and replaced it with the tip of the lubricated nozzle, taking her time as she eased it deeper into his bowels, until all 8 inches was inside him. Once she had it all the way in, she couldn’t help but slide it in and out a few times. Finally she reached up and released the clip, letting gravity feed the water into his bowels.
Quickly she sat down beside him and reached around to massage his stomach as he started to fill with liquid, hoping to keep cramps to a minimum.
He was enjoying her slow internal massage of his anus, both with her finger and later with the nozzle. He was sure it would hurt, especially the nozzle, and was pleasantly surprised to find it not only didn’t hurt, but felt good. He was even expecting the warm rush of water, but somehow it felt different then the enema he had received at the hospital. This made him feel warm and full inside but didn’t hurt like the last enema he had years ago.