By Rachelle Goldsmith Walenberg
I was one of
those very unlucky girls who started having her period early in life. I
was just over ten years old and had been having a bout of cramps in my
lower belly. About half way through my shower a cramp nearly doubled me
over. It really hurt and I cried out for my mother. Just before she came
rushing into the bathroom I saw some blood in the shower. It was coming
from between my legs and I was terrified. Because of my age Mom hadn't
told me much about menstrual cycles yet and she was surprised it started
so soon. I sat on the potty with the door locked and cried until she
returned with a Kotex pad. A long lecture followed about the birds and
Starting the curse at that age is bad enough but every month I would
become constipated a few days before my period started. Mom gave me
several types of laxatives but they didn't help much. Finally she took
me to a doctor. It was just before my eleventh birthday as we sat in Dr.
Marsh's office. I was so humiliated listening to them talk about it.
"Does she always get constipated before her period?" "Yes, always."
"What is the flow like? Light or heavy?" "Moderate to heavy for a girl
her age I think." At this point I was in tears and my tummy hurt. Yes, I
was constipated and I'd never been so embarrassed in my life which made
everything much worse.
Over my protests I soon found myself undressed and wearing a flimsy gown
while I sat on an exam table. The room also had a wide padded bench and
a toilet. A few minutes later the doctor was pressing and pushing all
over my belly and lower back. Mom tried quelling my tears when my legs
were put in the stirrups and the gown raised. I knew the doctor could
see everything. I squirmed and balled when his fingers touched me and
spread me open. Next he probed at my little tushie before putting
something hard in my bottom. It hurt and I balled louder before he
removed what was probably the smallest rectal speculum in existence.
"Rachelle is indeed badly constipated," he said. "Also, her hymen is
very thick and has an exceptionally small opening to release the
menstrual fluid. That contributes to the constipation. At the least she
needs to be thoroughly cleaned out. The hymen matter will probably
correct itself as she matures."
The bottom line was I'd started my period a couple years before the rest
of my body developed. In the meantime I was going to be cleaned out -
whatever that meant. A couple minutes later I was off the table and
shaking like a leaf while sitting on the bench next to Mom.
Dr. Marsh mixed some greenish stuff, I later learned it was soap, in a
bowl of warm water. Then he produced what looked like a turkey baster -
but wasn't. It was a rectal bulb syringe. I lay over Mom's lap with one
leg on the floor while Dr. Marsh sat on a stool. The gown was pulled up
and while Mom held me still he spread my little cheeks and pushed a
grease-covered finger on my bottom. I clenched up and groaned but his
finger went in. "There," he said when his finger came out, "the pipe
will go in a lot easier."
Now I knew what was going to happen when he picked up the syringe. A
little push and in it went. I felt an odd shiver as it slipped into my
rectum. "Take a deep breath," Dr. Marsh said. I did and a moment later I
felt a rush of heat in my bottom. Out came the pipe for refilling. When
it went in again I got the same shivering sensation and my whole body
shuddered. Another surge of warmth when he squeezed the bulb and shot a
second load of soapy water into me.
"Mommy!" I wailed. "I have to go!"
"Try to take one more," Dr. Marsh said. He did his best to make it as
easy as possible and obviously understood my embarrassment. I
appreciated it but it didn't help much at the time.
I felt the pipe going in again. This time the sensation was very strong
but pressure was rapidly building and I needed to go. When the warm
water shot up into me I gasp, then started wailing that I was about to
have an terrible accident. Frantically I sat on the toilet just as it
all came gushing out. Humiliated that the doctor and Mom were watching
me, I sobbed while I expelled another burst of awful smelling stuff.
After a brief rest Dr. Marsh announced that my rectum was now empty
enough to accept an enema. I was on the bench on my knees with my
shoulders on a pillow. I felt his finger pushing inside me again to
spread the grease then a tube was inserted a couple inches into my
rectum. "Just relax," the doctor said. A moment later I felt something
inside me getting bigger. It was the retention collar of a Foley
catheter. I squirmed and twisted and cried. The delivery hose from a bag
of warm saline solution was attached and the clamp opened.
The surge of warm water made my whole body jump. I could feel it going
in, warm and somehow soothing. Very soon I felt the pressure building
and waves of cramps swept through my belly. I started crying and begged
him to stop but the enema continued until I had taken a quart of warm
water. The doctor rubbed my tummy and that helped with the cramps but I
was forced to hold the enema for several minutes.
I squatted over the toilet while the Foley was removed and an instant
later I began expelling another foul smelling load. I moaned and
whimpered, mostly from the humiliation at being so exposed, but deep
down it felt good every time I let a spurt come out.
Two more enemas that afternoon and the water was nearly clear when it
came out. I felt tired as we drove home and later, while I lay on my
bed, I couldn't help thinking of what it felt like when I was given the
enemas. Aside from the embarrassment, for some reason I didn't yet
understand, it felt oddly good.
The next month I was back at the doctor's office for another series of
enemas. This time I didn't complain as much. I couldn't say anything but
I shivered with pleasure when I felt the bulb pipe and the Foley
slipping in. The rush of warm water made my whole body shudder and for
some strange reason I seemed to enjoy the feeling of fullness when I
took the enemas. Expelling was also nice.
By the time I had seen Dr. Marsh for the fourth time I was actually
looking forward to that time of the month knowing I would be given the
gentle enemas. I had also discovered mild masturbation of a sort. When I
got home and was tucked in bed my hand would drift between my legs. I'd
rub my little pubic area that had only peach fuzz hair and send waves of
pleasure through my whole body as I thought of the enemas I'd received.
I don't remember exactly when I noticed it but I would be wet when I
played between my legs.
"I can take the bus to Dr. Marsh so you don't have to come with me if
you don't want to," I told Mom. Reluctantly, she agreed.
By now I knew the routine, had stripped and put the little gown on by
the time Dr. Marsh came in the room. "We'll do it a little different
this time," he said when I was ready for my enema.
Instead of getting a couple bulbs of soapy water I was on the table with
my legs in the stirrups and fully exposed. I put my hand over my mouth
to muffle the sigh of pleasure while he lubed me and gently inserted the
Foley. A bag of soapy water hung from an IV stand by my hips. "Ready?"
he asked when it was hooked up. I mumbled 'yes' and a moment later I
felt the warmth as the enema flowed up into my bowels. Dr. Marsh began
massaging my belly and told me to take deep breaths. I loved the feeling
as the warmth spread through me while his hand moved around on my belly.
Slowly the enema filled me. I had taken nearly two quarts and felt like
I was going to burst when he clamped the hose. My legs came out of the
stirrups but I kept my knees up to ease the pressure. For several
minutes I lay there with my eyes closed basking the wonderful feeling of
being full. I wondered if he could see how wet I had gotten but I didn't
care. That night as I lay in bed reliving my biggest enema my hand
drifted between my legs and I rubbed with all my might. Waves of
pleasure swept over me, building in intensity, as the enema played in my
head. It was almost frightening when my first orgasm began to envelope
me and I choked back a scream. When I calmed down the sheet was wet
beneath my butt.
After a year of monthly visits to Dr. Marsh it was decided I was old
enough to give myself an enema if I became constipated. Mom bought me a
combo bag and gave me a long lecture on procedure. Of course, I declared
the need to continue regular enemas even though I was growing out of the
problem. At every opportunity when I was alone in the house I'd gather
my bag and head to the bathroom. On good days I'd give myself five or
six two quart enemas. I'd lay on my back with my knees up and stroke the
nozzle in and out while the warm water flowed in. Before long I used the
douche nozzle. The sensation of it slipping deep inside nearly made me
cum. When I released the clamp and felt the surge going in I'd stroke
the nozzle and rub my little clitoris until I brought on an orgasm. No
matter how good it felt I knew it wasn't as good as when someone else
administered it with the tender care that Dr. Marsh had shown. At some
point I admitted to myself that I had an enema fetish.
After high school I went to college. I needed privacy so I rented a
small apartment. My enema fetish continued but of course I told nobody.
I dated but never got serious with anyone until I met Clay. As things
progressed it became clear I was close to losing my virginity.
Clay and I had a party date one weekend at the lake and he rented a
cabin. I prepared by giving myself a soap enema and a rinse before
climbing in the tub. Laying there I looked at my bag and before I knew
it I had filled it again and eased the douche nozzle all the way in.
Nearly submerged in the hot water I took the enema without any feeling
of being full. I struggled to my feet, holding the nozzle in, and
refilled the bag. For a minute I lay back in the tub before opening the
clamp. I could feel the enema rumbling in my bowels, pushing higher than
ever before, and closed my eyes. Gradually I felt the pressure building
mixed with periodic waves of nausea. Without warning I felt a terrible
need to expel and opened my eyes. The bag was flat and I had a gallon of
water inside me.
Desperately I pulled the nozzle out and staggered to the toilet. My
belly looked terribly swollen and I felt sick. For several minutes I sat
but nothing came out. I had to get up and vomit. Just as I tossed my
lunch I lost control and spewed enema water all over the floor. Back on
the toilet it came out in little spurts while I clutched at my pain
wracked belly and cried. Gasping for breath, my sphincter dilated and a
torrent of enema water splattered into the toilet. It seemed like I
released the enema in quart bursts and when it was over I was so weak I
barely made it to my bed. I had long since admitted to myself that for
whatever reason I had an enema fetish. Never the less that experience
frightened me and I never took more than two quarts again. Luckily, I
had several hours to recover before getting dressed.
The party was great. Clay and I went to his cabin and started necking. I
thought I was ready and didn't resist when my clothes started coming
off. Aside from the doctor he was the first to see me naked even though
it was in a dark room. Clay was in more of a rush than I was but I only
put up mild resistance when he rolled between my legs. I wanted to do
this but in the back of my mind I remembered Dr. Marsh telling Mom about
my thick hymen. When Clay started pushing in it hurt like hell being
stretched for the first time. When he pushed against my hymen it felt
like my insides were being shoved up.
"Oh God, Clay! Stop! It hurts!" I started crying and begging him not to
do it to me. I twisted and kicked and tried to push him off me. Clay
muttered something and rammed me hard. It was like a fire ball being
jammed between my legs. I felt it rip and the pain was just awful. I
screamed again and again but the pain got worse as he pushed in deeper.
I became frantic and couldn't breath when he pushed in hard again. It
felt like his shaft was lodged in my belly and I was pinned to the bed.
Every movement brought another burst of searing pain as he began pumping
in and out. For a while I struggled, thrashing under him, begging him to
stop, but in the end I just lay there crying until it was over.
When I turned on the light I was horrified. There was blood all over the
sheet, blood on my legs and butt. I curled up in a ball and felt a
trickle of warm blood run over my leg. Clay took me home and we never
saw each other again.
In time I had sex again. Howard was patient with me after I told him how
scared I was. It was okay the first time with him and quickly got
better. Soon we were having sex regularly and I thought I was in love.
What I really wanted was for him to give me an enema before we made love.
We were laying in bed at my apartment one evening. Candle light
flickered around my room and it was getting really hot. "Howard, wait a
minute," I murmured softly. "I want you to do something first."
He had his hand between my legs, driving my clit wild, and had been
sucking my nipple. "Sure, Rach. What is it?"
"Give me an enema."
There was utter silence. "Do what?"
"I want you to give me an enema. Please, Howard."
Stunned, he looked down at me like I was a nut case. "An enema! Jeeze,
"But will you? I love getting an enema. It feels so good and makes me
horny. Then we can screw all night." I looked up at him hopefully. "Will
More silence. Howard was trying to recover from my shocking request.
Finally, he shook his head. "Shit no! I'm not giving you an enema. For
Christ sake, Rach. You must be off your rocker." For a moment he just
looked at me, shaking his head. "Rach, that's just plain sick!"
Howard's erection wilted in a fraction of a second. Without speaking he
got dressed and left. For a while I lay there alone dealing with his
rejection and my frustration. A bit later I put on some soft music,
filled my bag with warm water and hung it from a hook on my poster bed.
For several minutes I fingered my clit and rolled my swollen nipples
before slowly slipping the douche nozzle just a little way in. My
nipples ached as I rolled them while teasing myself with the nozzle
until it was finally buried deep in my rectum.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine being cradled in my lover's arms
while the warmth spread through me. I just knew the sex after would be
perfect. When the bag emptied I lay quietly listening to the music until
I had to get up.
The candle was nearly burned out when I drifted off to sleep, my juices
forming a glaze on my thighs as they dried. It was a fantasy I longed
During my college years I developed into a very pretty girl. Not
drop-dead beautiful but really pretty. My hair was shoulder length, my
boobs were nice and firm and I had a trim slender waist. I exercised a
lot and my flattering figure showed it. My butt was an eye catcher, or
so some girl friends said. "God, but you've got a great ass," one of
them said. "What do you do to make it look so sexy?" Little did she know
even if my enema fetish had nothing to do with it.
I graduated from college but after that night with Howard I didn't get
serious with anyone without first openly telling them I had an enema
fetish. Usually that ended the relationship immediately. I had been
working as an assistant marketing director for a few years and was
twenty five when I met Ben Walenberg at a trade show. We seemed to hit
it off and after a few casual dates it looked promising.
After a great dinner date we ended up in my apartment. A few glasses of
wine later it seemed like we were headed for bed. As usual I stopped his
"Ben, there's something I have to tell you." I took a deep breath before
continuing. "I take great pleasure in being given an enema. If that's
offensive to you then we can't go on."
Ben looked at me a moment and kissed me again. "Do you want me to give
you an enema?"
A glow of exhilaration swept over me before I kissed him long and hard.
"Will you? I'd love it if you did." Ben smiled and nodded his head. I
felt giddy with delight when I took his hand and lead him to my bedroom.
We kissed for a few minutes before Ben began undressing me. He was so
gentle with me I felt safe and secure when I lay back on the bed while
he got everything ready. What I got first was the best back rub I'd ever
had. I purred like a kitten as the massage went lower until he was
working on my nice tight buns. A shiver of delight swept over me when I
felt him spreading my cheeks and rubbing my anus. By the time his finger
slipped in I was limp as a rag and I knew my juices were running like a
fountain. Ben leaned over my back and kissed my neck. The warmth of his
body next to me made me sigh as ever so slowly he inserted the nozzle.
Ben kept me close to him while rolling me on my side and swinging my leg
over his body. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket as he cuddled
me in his arms. I heard the click when the clamp opened and that
glorious feeling began. I felt every ounce of warm water going into my
rectum and up into my bowels. As if my life depended on it, I clung to
him while the warmth spread through me. Ben rotated and stroked the
nozzle while I filled.
"Ohhhh, Ben, it feels soooo good," was all I could say. This was like
heaven to me.
"I'm giving you a little soap," he whispered. "After you rest I'll give
you a rinse if you'd like." I could only mumble how good that would be.
I wanted it to last forever but all too soon I had taken two quarts of
warm soapy water. Ben left the nozzle fully implanted and held me close.
I could feel his erection pressing on my belly and desperately wanted to
feel him inside me. After I expelled we lay snuggled together before he
rinsed and refilled the bag.
He was so gentle and smooth and loving while I took the second enema
laying on my back. Ben hugged me, suckled at my burning nipples and
tormented my throbbing clit until I was nearly screaming.
"Oh God, Ben! I'm going to cum!" I cried as my orgasm came welling up.
"Let it happen," he whispered and held me tight.
"Ben!" I shrieked. "I'm...I'm coming!"
Boy did I cum! Tears of joy ran down my cheeks when I came down, still
cradled in his arms. I could have held the enema longer but I wanted Ben
deep inside me.
For the next few hours I did everything a woman can do for a man. Ben
seemed to know every button I had and he pushed them over and over. I
had never had so many orgasms in my life. Sometimes you can't feel it
but when he shot me full of sperm and semen I felt it big time. My
vagina fluttered and spasmed as it clutched at him pulling him ever
deeper into my writhing body. I'd never been much at oral sex and had
never let anyone cum in my mouth. But I wanted to give Ben every
pleasure possible and put my heart into it. In spite of my effort I
choked and gagged when he shot it down my throat. I was embarrassed and
promised to do better. Totally satisfied, we fell asleep in each other's
We were in love. Ben catered to my every need and want and I became a
more proficient lover. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him. For the
next eight months Ben administered all my enemas. He made up little
variations that never failed to send me reeling into a climax that left
me quivering. The sex after getting an enema from him was so intense I
can't describe it. We alternated between apartments since both had enema
equipment for me. And, of course I was on the pill.
It was the night of my birthday and we spent a wonderful evening
together. Ben told me he had a surprise for me but I had to wait. When
he finally called me to his bedroom I found it lit with candles and my
favorite music softly playing. He even had fresh flowers in the room. It
was the most romantic setting I could imagine. I was in such a hurry I
nearly tore my clothes off and lay on the bed anxious to make love with
I got one of his special back rubs for openers and then found myself on
my knees hugging a pillow. "Keep your eyes closed," he told me and I
did. Something was pressing on my anus and then slowly slipping inside
me. My whole body shuddered as it went deeper than any nozzle I'd ever
used. Like a snake it kept worming its way into my hungry bowels until I
thought it was in my stomach. I was gasping for breath and panting hard.
Whatever he had put in me was a little uncomfortable but didn't really
hurt. "Try to relax. You're almost ready," he whispered. Suddenly
something was swelling up in my rectum and I groaned. Now I knew Ben had
put a big colon catheter in me with a retention collar.
I was shaking like a leaf when he rolled me on my back and told me to
open my eyes. Hanging above me was a new amber bag that held three
quarts of hot water - not warm, hot. Ben kissed me and opened the clamp.
The first thing I felt was the tube heating up followed by a burst of
heat deep in my belly.
My whole body jerked and I gasp. "Oh God, Ben. Its so hot!"
It was almost frightening but at the same time utterly wonderful. I felt
the enema going up and coming down at the same time. Ben kissed me,
rubbed my tummy, sucked my nipples and devoured everything between my
legs. I was crying when my first climax hit like a ton of bricks but the
hot enema continued. My body writhed out of control, twisting and
turning on the bed while everything inside me got hotter and hotter. I
thought my insides were being cooked when Ben sucked hard on my clit
driving me into another climax.
"Please Ben...no more. I can't take it. It's too hot," I wailed even
though I knew the collar would keep it inside.
My belly was swollen when then bag was finally empty. Ben disconnected
the bag hose but kept the catheter clamped and the collar inflated.
Kneeling between my legs he kissed up my thighs and over my belly, then
took a nipple in his mouth. I screamed as he suckled me.
His rock hard shaft touched my vagina. I thought I'd die as he slowly
penetrated me and another orgasm swept over me. With ever increasing
force he pounded into me. Every thrust sent a pressure wave bouncing
back and forth and I felt the hot water sloshing in my bowels. The
repeated orgasms had sapped my strength and I was swimming in a mixture
of agony and sexual tension unlike anything I had imagined.
Ben reached under my legs and pulled then up on his shoulders. With my
legs locked on his shoulders he leaned forward forcing my knees level
with my head. I was folded doubled and my vagina was straight up making
a perfect target for him. I started screaming from the increased
pressure. Filled with hot water and folded as I was, my cervix was being
pushed down into my vagina. With a sudden thrust he drove into my cervix
so hard it took my breath away. Several times he pounded the sensitive
nubbin while I screamed then held me pinned under his weight. An instant
later I felt the first burst of his semen shoot through my cervix and
into my uterus. It was hot - burning hot. I shrieked as another scalding
burst went in and then another and another. I felt a burning sensation
in my uterus and it felt bloated like just before my period. I couldn't
breath. It was as if I was being smothered in the blanket of his loving
body when I climaxed harder than I knew possible. An instant later I
When the world came back I was cradled in his arms, gasping for breath.
Ben picked me up and carried me to the toilet. My belly looked grossly
swollen and the three quarts of hot water that churned inside me had
become painful. He had to steady me as I bent over to let him release
the collar. It was the strangest sensation when he pulled the two foot
long catheter out. I sat on the toilet with my arms around his neck and
my head on his shoulder. He held me as I gradually evacuated an enema to
Ben carried me back to the bed. My thighs were caked with his semen and
my juices. I was too weak to move and just lay there basking in an
incredible glow while he cleaned me. I was sore from the pounding on my
cervix, the bloated feeling in my uterus from so much semen that had
been pumped in and retaining the hot enema so long. But it was a bitter
sweet pain that I loved.
"I could feel it going in," I whispered as I snuggled close to him. "You
shot it straight into my womb. It was so hot and it burned going in."
Ben held me close and kissed me. "I can still feel it inside me...so
full," I murmured and drifted off to sleep in his arms.
While I slept his semen drained out of my uterus and trickled out of my
vagina to form a chalky film on my thigh. When I awoke I was still in
his arms and felt more loved than anytime in my life.
That wonderful night Ben put more than a hot enema in me. The pill isn't
one-hundred percent and I was pregnant. He'd pumped enough sperm
straight into my uterus that night to keep me pregnant for years. To
this day I can close my eyes and remember how it felt burning through my
cervix and into my womb. Actually, I didn't mind at all. In fact I was
delighted to have him knock me up and to carry our baby. We married
right away and lived in bliss as my pregnancy progressed.
I had a frank discussion with my doctor about sex and my enema fetish
while being pregnant. Sex could be normal with whatever position was
comfortable until early in my eighth month. He advised I should limit
enemas at the same time to once a week, just use warm water and take not
more than two quarts. I'd be given a routine enema at the hospital prior
to delivery but if I wanted Ben to treat me when I started labor it
would be okay. I was the happiest woman in the world - in love and
totally loved in return and I was going to have our baby.
It was just into my seventh month and I was fixing a special dinner with
a romantic setting. The anticipation of being in bed with Ben while he
gave me an enema and the wonderful sex after was making my panties wet.
My revere was shattered by the phone call from the police. Ben had
suffered a massive heart attack and died enroute to the hospital. He
would never see our child and I would never replace the love I felt with
Mary Beth, now six, is the light of my life and the living memory of the
best night of my life.
"Mommy." "What is it Mary Beth?" "My tummy hurts." "Come here sweetheart
and let me see. Hmmm, your tummy feels tight. Did you go number two
today?" "No, I couldn't. Yesterday either." "Come with me darling. Mommy
will fix it for you."
I lead my daughter upstairs to the bathroom. For the first time in her
life she was constipated. Probably too many treats at Grandma's house.
She's never had an enema before. I'll give her a couple bulb fulls with
a child's syringe and she'll be as good as new again. I hope she isn't
afraid and maybe comes to even enjoy it later...just a little maybe.