A Girl's Enema Blog

“Let’s go to the gym,” I begged. My Mommy had told me that I was to convince her as often as possible to go with her, so in the spirit, I nagged, and whined to get her to come with me. After a time, she agreed and we both went our separate ways to get ready. I grabbed my shoes, shorts, and towel, and she hers, but it was not long before I realized her other intentions. After she had put on her gym clothing she began readying something else. The red enema bag that I had become familiar as a household staple made a sudden appearance – before I had realized what was occurring; the bag was filling with a solution of castile soap and warm water in her hands. My face turned red quickly as she commanded me to go lay out on the bed.

Still in my gym clothing, I obeyed and rested on my hands and knees in proper position on the bed awaiting her next request. I heard her approach from behind me as the familiar “clink” of the IV stand sounded beside her. “I can’t have you going to the gym dirty,” a demeaning voice sounded. Warm hands pulled my shorts and down , followed soon after by the familiar sensation of latex caressing my rectum. Well lubed fingers poked and prodded at my tight opening and I felt as the first insertion pushed deep, against my prostate. My first moan was very closely followed by increased rapidity in insertion frequency – thereby increasing the volume of my noises. The finger, at last, exited me as an ungloved hand scratched deeply into my backside. The warm-up now complete, I felt the tip of the enema nozzle slowly penetrate me, warm from the water it was holding. As she released the water into me, I felt the warm solution fill my insides. My squirming, as the bag emptied into me, made her giggle, and soon after I felt the pressure of the flow increase.

When the bag was empty, I expected relief, but instead, I saw her bring the bag to the faucet once again for a refill. As I waited for her to return, I tried to hold the water already in me, but droplet by droplet, I leaked onto the pad below me. Instead of allowing me to relieve the pressure in the restroom, she simply reinserted the nozzle and continued to fill me up. My moans, now more audible, filled the room as the second bag cramped my insides. Once the second bag had emptied, she removed the nozzle, asked me to stand, and brought me to the bathroom. Instead of allowing me to relieve myself, she pulled me into the bathtub and commanded me to my hands and knees. Trying desperately to hold the large quantity of water inside of me, I clenched my rear as water squeaked its way out.

Instead of being allowed to relieve myself, again, my Mommy had other intentions. I fell a small vibrator enter me, as I still tried desperately to keep the water inside me. Without warning, the flick of a switch triggered intense vibrations throughout my body. The pleasure mixed with the pain of cramping both excited me beyond my own expectations and I found it increasingly difficult to hold water. With a final thrust, she pushed the vibrator deep into me – sending rippling pulsations through me.

“Push it out baby boy,” she said. It certainly took little effort on my part to do this as the water had been trying for some time. The vibrator shot out of my ass along with the quarts of water she had put in me as my arms and legs shook from excess endorphins. As I finished excreting my enema, I could feel her warm hand on my back – comforting me and caressing me.

After cleaning up from the messy endeavor, I realized I was not quite done yet as she filled the bag one more time. Mommy commanded me to the bed one last time where a fresh bag of water was waiting for me. This bag seemed easy, and the water flowed into me without causing cramps or discomfort. Once the bag had emptied, my mommy slid a plug into my rear and asked me to stand up. She wiped my rear and asked me to put my clothing back on – it was time to go for a walk…a very uncomfortable walk at that.