Jodie

I hadn’t been feeling well for some time and finally went to see a doctor. My periods were irregular; my skin was breaking out, found myself gaining weight and had a lot of trouble with bowel movements. I had recently had a pelvic exam at the gynecologist so I knew that part of me was Ok. During my visit the doctor poked and prodded me and told me that I seemed Ok to him. He gave me script for a blood work up and a script for a laxative for my constipation. A total waste of time, I thought.

I filled the prescription for the laxative and went home thinking at least I would be able to have a decent bowel movement. I took two of the little pills just before bedtime and hoped for good results the next morning. At about 4 AM I awoke with terrible stomach pains and had to make a mad dash to the toilet. Instead of a good poop I just passed water and gas. I stayed on the toilet for about an hour before I dared to go back to bed. First cramps and then more water. It finally stopped sometime after 8 AM but I still felt bad. That night I took 2 more of the little pills. I awoke with the same cramps and results. I couldn’t take anymore nights like that so I tossed the pills into the trash.

As scheduled, I went back to the doctors the next week to see what he found out about my blood tests he told me everything was normal. I told him about my experience with the laxative and he gave me a script for a different one. When the doctor left the examining room the nurse asked me if I ever had a colonic. I really didn’t know what she meant. She told me it was like a real good enema and that’s probably all I needed. I told her that the only time I had ever had an enema was before giving birth to my children. She handed me a card of a colonic therapist in a town about 20 miles away and told me not to tell the doctor because he didn’t believe in holistic solutions to health problems. I thanked her and put the card in my purse.

After another day unable to have a bowel movement I called the number on the card and a woman answered, “Good morning, Hydro Therapy, how can I help you!” I stammered and told her that I had got their card from a nurse who had advised me to get a colonic. She asked me if I had ever had a colonic before and I told her that I hadn’t. She really put me at ease by quickly asking me if Thursday at 10 AM was convenient and I said, “Uh, I guess so.” She went on to tell me the price for the first visit was $80.00 and after that they would be $60.00 a session. I don’t even remember what else she said other than give me directions to their clinic which I scribbled down.

When I got up Thursday morning I was able to take a small bowel movement but it wasn’t much. I showered making sure I was good and clean back there and got dressed in skirt like I would wear to the gynecologist figuring I would have to bend over or expose my rectum somehow. I drove to the clinic, a very nice clean office in a professional building. Very medical, but very attractive.

I walked in and stood in front of the receptionist and kind of stuttered, “I’m Jodie and uh, I’m …”. She looked up at me and said cheerfully, “Welcome, I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding us. My name is Wendy and I have some papers for you to fill out for us.” I took the clipboard for her and sat down to fill out the forms. It was a lot of medical questions like most doctors offices maybe even more detailed. I filled them out and handed them back to Wendy and she said Donna would be right with me. Relieved it was a girl because I saw a man walking around with scrubs on I waited nervously for Donna.

The door opened and a girl called my name. “Jodie!” I promptly got up and went with her. We sat down in this little consulting office. “My name is Donna and I will be administering the colonic but first I would like to explain the procedure to you. This is a personal procedure and don’t be afraid to ask me anything.” She showed me a picture of a colon and how feces impacted it. Everything she said seemed to make sense even though my head was spinning. We talked about my bowel movements, my periods, my libido, eating habits, and my children. She then showed me a plastic tube that she would insert into my rectum and I gasped out loud because of its size even though it was smaller than my vibrator. She explained to me how the water would enter my colon and how the feces would go back out the same tube. Putting her hand on mine she assured me that the tube was a lot smaller than a large bowl movement and I would be lubricated to ease the entry.

I was then led to a treatment room and handed a hospital gown. She pointed to a private restroom and instructed me to remove all my clothes, urinate and put on the gown with the opening in the back. She was adjusting the equipment when I came out of the room and she led me to the table that was near the equipment. Donna had me lie on my back, put a pillow under my head, and pulled the gown from under my butt. “Ok,” she said, “I’m going to roll you over on your side so just relax.” I rolled over on my left side and she lifted my right leg over my left but I was still covered by the gown. I couldn’t see what she was doing but I heard her snap on a glove. She then told me that she was going to check my rectum, lifted up my gown and immediately I felt a lubricated finger enter me. I have only had two people ever do that to me, my gynecologist and, oh yes, my husband who I told to stay away from that area.

Without hesitation her finger came out and I felt the cool tube at my opening. I was told to take a deep breath and the blow it all the way out. As I exhaled the tube went into me without any pain but I was definitely filled up. She rolled me back on my back holding the tube in place. While holding the tube in me she started up the machine filling me up and then letting the water out. I watched this tube that showed what was coming out of me and I couldn’t believe it. Brown and black ugly poop. When the poop would slow down she would massage my tummy to stir more of it up. She kept the gown over me and never quite touched my pubic hair. I know she could see all of me from where she was sitting but it didn’t seem to matter.

After 45 minutes she drained me out she explained that she was going to roll me over and remove the tube. She handed me a hand full of paper towel and instructed me to be careful not to release until I got to the toilet. I felt the tube slip out and I clamped my butt down as tight as I could. Holding the paper towels to my rectum I trotted off to the bathroom. As I sat down I released a little water and then a large poop followed by a large amount of water. I couldn’t believe how good I felt. After cleaning up I got dressed and placed a maxi pad that they supplied in my panties in case I had a problem before I got home. When I got home I ran for the bathroom but I guess I was pretty empty because nothing much happened. I did leave the maxi pad in my panties just in case.

After 4 more appointments with Donna I felt great! I had energy, my skin cleared up, my weight started to drop, and sex became a lot more enjoyable and desirable. My bowel movements were regular and easy.

The night after my 5th appointment my husband and I were making out like teenagers. With the kids gone for the evening we had the house to ourselves. Our clothes were all over the bedroom and my husband was kissing his way to my vagina. Knowing I was extremely clean I pushed his head down to my crotch and he started licking me from the bottom of my opening to above my clitoris. I held his head where it felt best and moaned in delight. I felt his finger pushing against my rectum and I pushed back against it allowing it to enter me. Something I’ve always objected to before. I had a very intense orgasm as he licked me. I pulled him up toward me and we kissed and I tasted my juices from his mouth as I fondled his erect penis.

I told him I wanted to do something, special doggy style. I turned over and got up on all fours and handed him a tube of KY. He said, “Are you sure?” I said in a husky voice, “I am so sure.” His hand was shaking as he put the lubricant in my rectum and then put the KY on himself. As the head of his penis pushed against my opening I took a big breath and then blew it all out. His penis slowly went into me all the way. I was so full, much more so than the colonic tube! He was still and asked me, “Is it ok?” I said very uncharacteristically of me, “Fuck me, fuck me in the ass!” I was rubbing my clitoris as he very loudly exclaimed my name as he ejaculated deep into my colon. He kept his penis in me and told me how much he loved me as I had a very violent orgasm. When he pulled out of me we both collapsed in each others arms.

Colonics and anal sex will continue to be a part of my life!

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