Margaret and Denise had met online, on a site designed for lesbians interested in more "unusual" sorts of sex play, and fetishes. They quickly learned they both had something of a penchant for anal pleasures and were intrigued by the games some like to call "toilet" play, and enjoyed medical play and settings as well. Now they were meeting face to face for the first time, talking frankly about their experiences and their desires.
"I have to admit I have a rather special fondness for administering enemas to pretty young women," Denise confessed to the somewhat older Margaret.
"Really!?" Margaret said, her eyes lighting up, very intrigued.
"Yes, I especially enjoy giving those I like to call forced retention enemas."
"Tell me more, tell me
everything!
" Margaret said beseechingly, almost breathless. "Just what sorts of enemas are those?"
"Those are big enemas where the girl's bowels, her rectum is filled with much more liquid than she thinks she can possibly hold. But she's forced to take however much I decide to give her, enduring all the exquisite torment, feeling increasing desperation, hopefully expecting release after the bag is finally emptied of its contents."
"Something tells me relief does not come as quickly as she expects or wishes," Margaret said, a wicked smile curling up her lips.
"That's a very good guess, Margaret," Denise said, knowing she had a real soulmate sitting across from her, someone who could appreciate the nature of such extreme and, what some would call, depraved play.
"Finally the bag is empty, she's utterly bloated, looking like she just swallowed a beach ball. As I start to remove the nozzle from her anus, she expectantly waits for much needed relief, a desperate need to finally evacuate her distended bowels."
"I can't wait! What happens next, Denise?"
"Well, the poor dear is disappointed. Instead of the relief she craves and expects, I now insert a very large buttplug into her asshole,
forcing
her to continue retaining her enema."
"How deliciously, delightfully wicked!"
"Now that she is plugged she's overwhelmed with the chilling realization that she cannot evacuate, cannot expel, cannot shit."
"So very cruel of you," Margaret chuckled, tossing her hair as she listened to every word.
"The look on her face, her demeanor at this point is absolutely priceless. She's like a helpless child, begging and pleading for relief, showing desperation the way a child does. She starts clutching her tummy and grimacing as the cramps race through her shockingly full bowels, squirming helplessly. Then she breaks out into a sweat, crying out for relief, begging and pleading, pleading and begging."
"Amazing!" Margaret said, entranced. "You really do that to the poor dears?"
"Yes I do. Of course, along with all the agony she's been feeling terribly embarrassed and humiliated, helpless, naked. There she is, writhing and squirming and sweating, clutching her tummy and cramping, pleading with such total desperation. But as what she is forced to endure becomes even more shockingly intense, the humiliation of it all recedes to the background, insignificant compared to the agony of her extreme condition."
"How very interesting....!"
"But soon everything changes again," Denise continued, "Finally I tell her I'm about to remove the plug and she will get the relief she so longingly needs and craves. I lead her to the toilet and she plants her ass down. Relief is only moments away, but there I am, standing over her, watching. Now humiliation and embarrassment take over again as her face reddens. Evacuating her bowels has always been a private act, but not now. So as desperation evaporates, humiliation heightens again as she sits there, or, as I sometimes like to do, make her squat over a bucket, knowing that the grotesque spectacle of the emptying of her shockingly distended bowels will not only be witnessed but mocked.
"I can't believe you're telling me all this. It's so fucking twisted, and
such
a total turn on," Margaret had to confess.
"Oh yeah, it is. So there we are β much more than mere shitting, the expulsion of a massive enema is incredibly vivid, the loud rush of water bursting out of the spigot of her shithole sounding like a river rapids or waterfall. She feels so exposed. And then the sudden explosion as big turds rocket out of her rectum like torpedoes and splash into the bowl or bucket, each one vivid, each one bringing yet another blush. She tries to cover her face as she sits there, but I slap her hands away, forcing her to remain exposed, looking up at me as she loudly empties her rectum of its liquid and solid wastes."
"Oh my God," Margaret now gasped, "that all sounds so absolutely amazing, Denise."
"It is, it truly is," Denise said, taking a sip of coffee, then leaning closer to address her new confidante. "Listen, Margaret, there's this girl I met, Tina. Young, still in college, maybe twenty or so. A pretty little thing, petite, slender. She seems reserved and shy but underneath it she's got all these depraved
lusts.
She's been begging me to use her, to do
anything
I want to her, especially if it means humiliating her. When I mentioned enemas to her, her eyes almost popped out. So how about I invite her over sometime, and you join me? We'll put her through the wringer, just the way I described."
"Mmmmmh, sounds like a plan, Denise," Margaret said, her heart beating excitedly, her brain buzzing with anticipation.
On the appointed day, Denise had Margaret arrive first, and surprised her by presenting Margaret with a starched, perfectly fitted nurse's uniform.
"How did you know it would fit so perfectly? Margaret asked.
"I'm good at these things. I just carefully looked over your body and made the right guess," she said as the two shared a rather long meaningful look, Margaret now watching closely as Denise stripped down only to her panties β her modest breasts did not require a bra β and put on her uniform. There they were now, two nurses! Then as an afterthought, Denise reached down under her uniform and pulled down her panties, throwing them off, Margaret following her lead. There would be no need for panties
"This girl, Tina, has something of a medical fetish," Denise explained to Margaret.
"She's not the only one, "Margaret chuckled, very happy indeed to be suited up like this.
"I know, I really like being 'Nurse Denise' when I administer enemas to 'young ladies,' Denise added.
They entertained themselves, Denise showing Margaret all her enema equipment until the girl arrived a half hour later. Denise let Tina in and the girl immediately looked surprised to see another woman there, besides Denise.
"Uhβ- I didn't know there would beβ- uhβ somebody else here,"she stammered.