Cindy And Anthony's Enema Love

I used to date a girl named Cindy. Cindy and I had the wonderful experience of falling in love together, not rushing things, and one day, we had our first kiss. It was a magical moment. A few days later, I told her that I loved her. The next week, she said she loved me.

A few weeks after we had professed our love for each other, we began to talk of getting sexual with each other. This being the age of AIDS, we agreed to get tested together, and when both tests came back negative, we were ready to ravish each others’ bodies.

I remember well the conversation Cindy and I had before we made love for the first time. We had agreed to talk about our likes, our dislikes, etc., during the day, and make love during the evening – all evening, as it turned out.

Cindy went first: “Well, I enjoy intercourse, making love on top, on the bottom, and on my hands and knees.” I was a bit older than Cindy, and she was floored by my response:

“I like making love in all types of positions, I like to give and receive anal sex, and I enjoy enemas.”

Cindy went white. I’m not sure she knew what an enema was. I explained it to her, and we agreed to go to the drugstore for an enema bag, latex gloves, and lubricant, but since she was on the pill, no condoms.

That night, we made love for the first time. After she came, I asked her for an enema. She put her arms around me, told me she loved me, and said she would do anything for me. I helped her fill up the bag, got on all fours, and told her to lubricate the nozzle, and then my ass. It felt great to feel the nozzle from someone I loved so much.

I took my first nozzle in silence. Before I went off to expel, I kissed her hard on the lips. “Did I do it right?” she asked.

“You were wonderful,” I replied.

During my next few enemas, Cindy talked a little more. “How does it feel? Can you feel the water rushing in?” She was curious!

Then one day, I gave her a jar of Vicks, and told her to talk dirty to me. I wanted to be controlled, humiliated, told that I deserved what I was getting. She was slow at first, but she was soon saying things like “How does it feel to have your ass managed and controlled? Do you feel like a faggot? Only faggots take it up the ass. I should show you off to my girlfriends!” All this while the Vicks burned. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life!

A few days later, Cindy indicated that she wanted to try an enema. She had been hinting around at this for awhile, which was fine with me, but I didn’t want to rush things. She didn’t have to take an enema to please me, and she was definitely meeting my needs. Besides, I was naturally submissive, and being dominant was new to me. But the idea of giving her a nozzle did turn me on, so after we made love, we went into the bathroom, and I filled the bag with water. She bent over the bath tub as I greased up the nozzle. The sight of Cindy spreading her cheeks made me quiver. The nozzle went in slow and easy. I released the clamp, and Cindy immediately began to moan.

“Oh, oh,” she reacted, then louder. “Ooooooooooooh!” Then “Take it out! Take it out!” I had expected this – Cindy is a petite woman, and it didn’t surprise me at all that she couldn’t take the whole bag. I left her alone to expel, and laid down on the bed, dozing. When she came out, she lay on the bed beside me, kissed me hard on the lips, and we fell asleep in each others arms.

We began to become more regular about our enemas (if you’ll pardon the pun). Every weekend, one or both of us took the nozzle, usually with Vicks. And the games we played became more extreme. As Cindy learned to take more and more, I spanked her, calling her a bitch, telling her she deserved to be humiliated. When she gave me an enema, she would often make me put on a pair of women’s panties and a garter belt and stockings. And we began to push larger and larger butt plugs up each others asses, and her ass expanded for my cock on a regular basis, after I was fucked by strap-on dildoes. Yes, we were definitely into anal play all right.

We often did the “double enema” technique, where the first enema was a full bag of water, expelled into the toilet. The second enema was a squeeze bulb enema, filled with olive oil. The victim was not allowed to expel this, but instead, was forced to lay on their stomach on the bed, sometimes handcuffed. As the oil oozed out of the victim’s asshole, whichever of us was dominant would spank the other, calling each other “Filthy cunt!” or “You fucking bitch!” and then would say “I don’t know what’s up your ass, but I’m gonna find out!” She would use a strap on dildo, which got larger the longer we dated. I used my cock. The feeling of laying there, powerless, leaking from your asshole, while someone takes control of your body and fucks the shit out of you is unbelievably both humiliating and invigorating. It was hard to believe that this was the shy Cindy I had fallen in love with.

Cindy and I had many fantasies we never played out, but I wish we had. We talked about getting colonic irrigation together, and the feeling we would have as we walked out of the clinic hand in hand. We talked about hiring an enema nurse, who would nod approvingly as we fucked each others’ brains out after receiving double enemas. We talked about getting a mistress to humiliate one or both of us. Cindy was part bisexual, and I thought she deserved a lesbian lover to humiliate her – spank her, enema her, spit in her mouth, fuck her ass, fist her, and the like. And all that time, I would be holding her face in my hands, kissing her and caressing her, telling her how proud I was of her and her body, and how wonderful it was that she was taking her punishment. We also talked about making love in front of another couple.

We also bought books – books on domination, submission, and my favorite topic, anal fisting. I hope someday I find a woman who loves me enough who understands that I need to be controlled that way. Some of our friends thought it might be too much for us, but we thought it would bring us closer together. Somehow, however, Cindy and I never got around to these things, and it makes me sad, but I have high hopes for my next lover.

I knew things were going wrong when Cindy began to come home from work, ask for privacy, and head to the bathroom for a half-hour. Six months later, we were broken up. I haven’t talked to her in more than two years.

It was great while it lasted, however, and I trust God that I wouldn’t have these desires if they weren’t meant to be fulfilled. It is only a matter of time before I find the right woman to dominate, and submit my ass to. Hopefully a heavyset, enema nurse with an extra-large rectal speculum who will check my prostrate on a regular basis whether I want it or not, and will show her love for me by inserting her fist and forearm all the way into my rectum, letting me know who is in charge. Lord knows, I need it and want it.

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