Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2004 07:32:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Catherine Nelson <catherine6700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Playing Mommie

During my winter visit to Florida, we meet one day to go out
shopping. Making our rounds, we stop in a pharmacy so I can pick up a few
things I'm running low on. I lose sight of you and when I finally finish
and come looking for you, I catch you in the "Laxative" isle standing in
front of the display of enema bags. I notice that you have your eyes on an
old-fashioned style red rubber bag that looks a lot like the one my mother
gave me enemas with when I was a little girl.

You look up and see me and realize that you've been caught. Your first
reaction is to blush and then you mutter some excuse about how you didn't
know that they still make these things. I'm quite a perceptive person and
your demeanor leads me to suspect that you may share the same erotic
thoughts about enemas that I do. I decide that this is too good an
opportunity to let pass and I decide to find out what your thoughts about
them.

"Did your mom give you enemas when you were little Mindy?" I ask.

Your first reaction is that you blush even deeper, and then you turn your
eyes away from me. "Why, err, yes She did Catherine, " you reply sounding
surprised at my question, and also somewhat embarrassed. "Most all the kids
I knew got enemas from their mothers, Didn't you?"

I reach out and pick up the bag that has caught your eye. As I hold it, I
feel the texture with my fingers and then lift it to my nose and smell the
sweet aroma of the rubber. I'm pleased to find that this is the same
fragrance I remembered many times before when I was just a child. The big,
red, bag full of soapy water world be hanging in the bathroom, and it would
smell just like this when my mother would take me in there to give me my
enema. I would always cry and beg her not to do it, but despite my
protests, she would always manage to get me face down over her lap for the
procedure. As I lay there sobbing, she would pull down my undies, spread
apart my bottom, and stick the slippery black enema tip into my tight
little hole. This would be my cue to cry even loader but as soon as I heard
the click of the clamp being released, and felt the warm, soapy water began
to fill my insides, I would calm down and submit passively. At this point
it was inevitable that I was going to have to endure this embarrassing
violation of my bowels. The strange thing was that although I put up such a
fight, I got such a wonderful, caring feeling from my enemas that I
actually enjoyed them!

"Yes Mindy, I got them too." I reply returning to reality from my
daydream. I hold the bag out to your face so you can smell the rubber as I
just had. "Remember that smell Mindy?" I ask.  You put your nose over the
bag and sniff. Then you get kind of a dreamy smile on your face and I know
for sure that you're feeling the same things that I am.

"Did you like how it felt when your mom gave you an enema Mindy?"

You were very embarrassed by this point, but I could tell that you were
also getting aroused just as I was.

"Catherine, I absolutely Hated getting an enema! But at the same time I
loved getting one! It was so confusing to me back then!"

"I felt the same way too when I was little Dear, but I understand it
now. You're in for a treat Mindy, I'm going to buy this bag, and then we'll
go back to my hotel. We're going to pretend that I'm your Mommy, and I'm
going to give you a nice, warm, soapy, enema just like you got when you
were a little girl."

I take your hand (I can feel you quivering) and we go pick up a bar of
Ivory soap, and a small jar of Vaseline. Then we go to the casher and I put
the things down I've collected. The young girl at the counter has an odd
look on her face as I pay for the enema bag and supplies, & it makes me
wonder what's going through her mind. I can imagine her mother giving her
enemas, and wonder if she puts up a fight, or just quietly submits to
them. I think that she's probably right now wondering which one of us is
going to be on the receiving end of this enema bag.

 After paying for our things, we leave the pharmacy, get in my car, and
drive back to my hotel.

We enter my room, and I lay the enema bag, bar of Ivory soap, and Vaseline
on the bed. You watch intently as I open the box and remove the parts. I
connect the hose to the bag, slide the clip on it, and attach the rectal
tip to the end. Then I turn to you and say; "Sweetheart, Mommy needs you to
get undressed now so she can give you your enema!"


 I sit on the bed and watch as you shyly undress. My arousal grows watching
you remove one piece of clothing after another until you're completely
naked in front of me. You have beautiful small breasts, and a completely
shaved bare pussy. With a little imagination, it's not hard to think of you
being my 12-year-old daughter to whom I'm about to give an enema. I pick up
the enema bag, soap, and Vaseline, take your hand, and lead you into the
bathroom.

You watch as I run the water, getting it to just the right temperature. I
fill the open-topped bag half way with this very warm water, then put the
bar of ivory soap in, and shake it until the water is quite thick, white,
and sudsy. I finish filling your enema completely, and then hang the now
bulging bag on the shower rod.

I sit on the edge of the tub and spread a thick towel over my lap. I take
your hand, look you straight in the eyes and say "OK Sweetheart, Mommy
needs you to lay across her lap now so she can give you your enema!"

Getting into the role, you hesitate for just a moment, with a look on your
face that's a combination of fear and arousal. "Please Mommy" you say. "I
don't want an enema! You know how much I hate enemas! Do you have to do
it?"

"Yes Sweetheart, Mommy has to give you an enema. I know they're unpleasant
for you, but you know I won't hurt you. This is for your own good
Sweetheart and you know that you always feel much better after its
over. Now please lay across my lap."

Playing along with mock reluctance, you comply with my orders and lay on
your tummy across my lap. After you're in position I spend a few moments
just gazing at the sight of your beautiful bottom. Naked and just waiting
for my attention.

"Look at me Mindy, I want you to see what I'm going to do to you!" I say as
I pick up the black enema nozzle with its attached red hose, and the jar of
Vaseline.

You turn your head and watch me as I dip my index finger into the jar and
come out with a generous blob of the yellow lubricant. I coat the enema tip
with Vaseline, and then I hang the red hose over the bag so I can direct my
attention to your waiting bottom.

I gently spread your cheeks apart. You have such a beautiful little brown
pucker and it makes my pussy get even wetter. Then I say;" I'm going to get
you ready to take your enema now Mindy. I need you to keep very still for
me, and I promise you this won't hurt a bit!"

I press my slippery finger against your tight little hole, and begin
spreading the cold lubricant around its puckered ring. Then I slowly plunge
it deep into your rectum. I love how the warmth and tightness of your ass
feels as the muscles squeeze my finger. You moan softly with pleasure as I
penetrate this very private spot, and I can see your naked pussy glistening
with its wet juices.

"My little girl likes this, doesn't she?" I ask, using my best Mommy voice,
and I receive even more whimpering moans from you for an answer. It's quite
evident to me by the condition of your pussy that you are receiving a great
amount of pleasure from my attention to your back hole. "Do you like it
when your Mommy sticks her finger up your bottom like this Mindy?" I ask as
I continue running my finger in and out of your tight little hole. Your
continuing soft moans confirm that you're really enjoying this part.

I finish getting your bottom lubricated to my liking, and then slowly pull
my finger out of your rectum. I love how tight your anus feels as my digit
slips out and it slips closed down the end of my fingertip.

I pick up the black nozzle, and begin talking to you softly. "It's time
Mindy. Time for your enema. Your warm, soapy enema. Mommy's going to stick
the nozzle in your bottom now. You need to be a good little girl and take
your entire enema for me. Be still sweetheart, you're going to feel it go
in now."

I spread your bottom apart, and slowly stick the tip into your tight little
hole. I feel some resistance as I first poke it into you, but then after it
moves past your tight outer ring, it slides in easily.

"What a good girl you are Mindy!" I say as I hold the nozzle in your
rectum. I softly rub your bottom for a minute, and then reach over for the
clamp.

"Here comes your enema Mindy, I'm going to start the solution now. Hold
real still baby, and be good for Mommy!"

You hear the "Click" as I unclamp the hose, and soon you feel the water
rushing into your insides. It's at first cold, but then warms up as the
hose is purged with warm water from the bag. You wiggle a bit, and lift
your bottom even higher into the air as if to force the water to run into
you faster. I continue holding the tip in you, then reach between your legs
and begin massaging your tummy. That helps as you feel the water moving
around in your now rapidly filling insides.

"You're being such a good girl Mindy, you've almost taken all your
enema. Hold on Sweetheart, only a little more to go."

You hear a slight gurgle, as the bag finally empties, then the pressure
diminishes as the flow stops. I remove the tip and you feel me gently
insert my finger in your bottom, to help you hold your water.

"What a good girl you are Mindy" I say as I gently rub your back. "You need
to hold your water for a couple of more minutes still."

I finally decide that you've held your enema in long enough for it to work
completely. I help you up, and still holding my finger in your bottom, walk
you into the toilet.

As you sit down, I pull my finger out of you so you can expel your enema. I
make you look right into my eyes as I kneel in front of you holding your
hand and telling you what a good girl you were for taking your enema so
well. You rest your head on my shoulder and softly sob as wave after wave
of the soapy enema solution gushes out of you into the toilet. When you've
finally finished, I make you wipe and then I help you stand up. I take a
warm, soapy washcloth and clean your bottom for you. When I'm done, we hug
and you thank your "Mommy" for giving you such a nice enema.

                      Catherine6700@yahoo.com