As a recent college grad in a time of new social norms, I wanted to create a new definition of how to live and what "normal" was. And so I moved far from home, to the city, and lived in a "co-op," where I rethought who I was. As a millennial I avoided stereotypes and labels. "I am going to explore!" Well, I had never been successful with women, so it was easy to toss off any pretense of being macho or pushy, and so I took on the mantle of the sensitive, soft hearted do-gooder. I grew my hair, became a vegetarian and thought that I had transcended gender norms - I so wanted to tell people I was bisexual, but was too shy to do so. I also got a job with a well-known non-profit, going door to door raising money and consciousness about global warming.
At the end of one particularly tiring day of fundraising I came to a quiet home in an affluent neighborhood.
"Come on in." the voice from the intercom said with a warm and casual air, as the security system buzzed me in.
As I pushed my way through the door something made me hesitate but I entered anyway. Once through the first gate I entered a courtyard that was a world unto itself - it was eccentric and beautiful. There were stone paths and it was overgrown with plants and curious statues. There was a vaguely religious feel to the space but with a hippie vibe - It was quiet and meditative but at the same time purposely dark and a bit unsettling. Then through french doors on the left came a beautiful woman dressed in a long skirt and a filmy shirt. She wore silver jewelry and her blonde hair was cut in bangs, she introduced herself to me as Samantha Simon and looked to be in her late forties. I thought to myself that she might have once been a model or a groupie of a jet setting rock band.
Samantha led me through the garden and the pots and hanging plants to an area in the middle, with wrought iron chairs. Through one set of doors I could see a generous exercise or yoga space. It was large and well appointed with retractable walls that could divide the room, mirrors, and equipment that included a gymnastics horse.
Samantha sat across from me, her lean tanned legs were crossed and she grinned and played with her hair as she asked me some questions about my fund raising. She asked me about my tan, and why I'd let my hair grow long and I gave a vague answer to avoid sounding to indecisive. I tried to tell her about global warming but soon we were talking about things totally unrelated to what I was supposed to be doing there. I enjoyed chatting with this beautiful woman and didn't object when she brought me a glass of wine.
Samantha was into all sorts of interesting things, like yoga, herbal medicine and essential oils. Then, she asked me if I had ever had an enema and I admitted that I hadn't. Had I thought about it? Wouldn't I like to feel clean and purified?
Before I knew what I was doing I blurted out, "Yes."
Samantha seemed to know how hypnotized I was by her and took me by the hand down into exercise room. There was a nook to one side with a curious, expensive looking medical chair - well, she seems to take this seriously, I thought. She pulled the sliding wall to this exam space and shut us in. There was a toilet to one side, with a shower stall next to it. There were rings on the walls and a sink with rubber bags with tubes attached to them also a second padded sawhorse. There was even a computer with a screen showing different views of the house. I realized that Samantha had actually seen me before buzzing me in.
She told me to unbutton my shorts and before I could protest she lay me face down on the medical chair. Her voice was soothing and she rubbed my shoulders as she talked about the healing power of enemas, and then she pushed on a lever and the supports under my legs adjusted downward so that my legs were bent at the waist and the knee, and I was now in a doggy position. Then Samantha moved another lever and my head lowered several inches leaving my ass lightly higher than the rest of my body. She asked me questions about my digestion and eating habits and when I told her I was a vegetarian she complimented me.
She then took scissors and cut my pants off of me and pulled the material away
"Now wait a minute!" I said. "What are you doing?"
