Foreword

"I guess it will be all right," he said.

She smiled as she pulled off her dress. She draped the garment over a nearby chair, and walked over to the bed.

He lay naked, lusting at the sight of her bare breasts.

"Just be still," she purred. "I'll go and get the equipment."

She dashed out of the bedroom and returned a few minutes later with an enema bag and a large pitcher filled with warm, soapy water. He looked at her with a bemused expression on his face.

"You know," he smiled, "this isn't the sort of thing I'd do every day."

"Don't worry," she cooed. "You'll enjoy it, really."

She pressed her hands firmly against the cheeks of his naked ass and spread them wide apart. She gripped the enema tube tightly, and slid the greased plastic end into his rectum.

"Hey, that doesn't feel bad at all," he said. "I thought it would hurt."

"Well, this will feel a lot better," she said.

She slowly began to pour the water into the bag. Its rubber skin swelled wide.

His eyes lit up as he felt the warm liquid rushing into his asshole. The hot stream made its way to his prostate.

He gasped, and became erect.

"I, I don't believe it," he said hoarsely. "This is great."

She knelt down, clutching the bag tightly, and grasped his hardened cock. He groaned, and came in her hand.

She poured more water into the bag. He became erect again. The water slowly started to fill him.

The head of his cock swelled wide, and he began to sigh softly. She continued to fill the bag.

"I, I think I've had enough," he said slowly. His intestines were starting to ache from the pressure of the water.

"I'll decide that," she purred.

"Please take it out," he said. There was a trace of fear in his voice. He tried to move, but felt a searing pain tear through his anus.

"We've hardly started," she said.

"Please," he said, sounding really afraid now. "I'll do those other things! I, I promise I will."

"So you'll let me give you a golden shower?"

"Yes, yes, just take the tube out!"

"I think I'll leave it in for a while," she said. She hung the bag up on a nearby pole lamp and climbed up on the bed.

"Here it comes," she said, straddling his trapped form and crouching down over his face...