head and
laughed.
After wiping
herself off she threw the towel to the side of the bed and said,
“Let’s snuggle.”
I gladly
complied.
* * *
A woman in a
pressed dress uniform finally brought us food around dinner time. Staff? Famished by the time she served us, I devoured the
meal. Janice and I dined alone in her bedroom and again it irked me
that I had yet to hear from Marcello. I should have felt grateful
and relieved but instead suffered acute annoyance.
The next morning
we took a long leisurely bath, washing each other and making
out.
“ I
need to prepare you for tonight,” Janice said as I soaped her
back.
“ Oh,
great.” A powerful groundswell of panic engulfed me as I paused and
tugged on her shoulder, trying to see her face. “So tell me what I
should expect.”
“ No, I
mean shaving and an enema and a massage,” she said over her right
shoulder, smiling.
“ Oh
...” I breathed out. “A massage?” I relaxed my scrunched shoulders,
but only momentarily.
“ Yes,
you need to be loose and relaxed for tonight.”
“ Why
does that worry me?”
Janice swiveled
her body to face mine. “I’ve been giving you great advice and I’m
not sure you’re hearing it. Everything that will happen, you will
enjoy if you let go of the idea of what you should and shouldn’t
like. Stop fighting with your body. Surrender.”
“ I
don’t know if I can do that.”
“ Maybe
not, but it would make the next couple days much easier for
you.”
We finished
bathing each other as the stress that I’d managed to banish during
my day with Janice returned stronger than before. The day passed
way too quickly. By four o’clock we were granted a bowl of fruit,
which I gobbled up.
“ Time
to start the prep.”
“ Okay,” I said, dreading it.
“ We’ll
do the enema first. This is going to hurt. It always does the first
couple of times.”
“ I’ve
cleaned myself out before and it never hurt.”
“ Not
like this,” she said.
She had me lie on
a massage table and hold my knees back toward myself. She gently
forced a narrow plastic hose up my rectum. She attached a bag of
warm water and had it flow into me. I found it to be a rather
pleasant experience and thought to myself, No
sweat .
I couldn’t have
been more wrong. As soon as all the water had drained into me, the
intense cramping began. The prolonged process of cleansing my
bowels caused me to take another step away from the life I had once
inhabited.
“ Oh
man, Janice, I need to get to a toilet NOW!”
“ You
have to wait three more minutes.”
“ There’s no way. I can’t hold it.”
“ Yes
you can. Just breathe deeply and relax.”
“ I
hate it when people say to relax in situations where relaxation is
impossible. It’s extreme arrogance to tell someone to relax when
that’s contrary to the situation,” I ranted.
“ Two
more minutes,” she said. “Believe it or not I’ve grown to enjoy
this.”
“ Not!”
I said through clinched teeth. “It’s going to come out and I won’t
be able to stop it.”
“ You
will be fine. Whatever you do, don’t relax,” she said,
laughing.
“ Making jokes at my expense at a time like this?”
“ I’m
trying to distract you. Is it working? Thirty more
seconds.”
“ Fuck,
fuck, fuck. Hurry. You need to get me down now.”
“ Okay,
okay. It’s been in there long enough.” She helped off the massage
table and over to the toilet.
“ I
never, ever want to do that again.”
“ Like
I said, it’s something that gets easier.”
“ Whatever,” I said. “Please leave me alone.”
Janice left the
bathroom as my body purged itself of its contents.
She came back a
few minutes after I had finished and said, “Shower time, and make
sure to shave your legs and underarms.”
She was holding a
towel for me when I got out of the shower and wrapped it around my
shoulders. “Up on the table again, and hold your legs back and up
for me.”
I climbed up and
exposed myself to Janice. She
laughed.
After wiping
herself off she threw the towel to the side of the bed and said,
“Let’s snuggle.”
I gladly
complied.
* * *
A woman in a
pressed dress uniform finally brought us food around dinner time. Staff? Famished by the time she served us, I devoured the
meal. Janice and I dined alone in her bedroom and again it irked me
that I had yet to hear from Marcello. I should have felt grateful
and relieved but instead suffered acute annoyance.
The next morning
we took a long leisurely bath, washing each other and making
out.
“ I
need to prepare you for tonight,” Janice said as I soaped her
back.
“ Oh,
great.” A powerful groundswell of panic engulfed me as I paused and
tugged on her shoulder, trying to see her face. “So tell me what I
should expect.”
“ No, I
mean shaving and an enema and a massage,” she said over her right
shoulder, smiling.
“ Oh
...” I breathed out. “A massage?” I relaxed my scrunched shoulders,
but only momentarily.
“ Yes,
you need to be loose and relaxed for tonight.”
“ Why
does that worry me?”
Janice swiveled
her body to face mine. “I’ve been giving you great advice and I’m
not sure you’re hearing it. Everything that will happen, you will
enjoy if you let go of the idea of what you should and shouldn’t
like. Stop fighting with your body. Surrender.”
“ I
don’t know if I can do that.”
“ Maybe
not, but it would make the next couple days much easier for
you.”
We finished
bathing each other as the stress that I’d managed to banish during
my day with Janice returned stronger than before. The day passed
way too quickly. By four o’clock we were granted a bowl of fruit,
which I gobbled up.
“ Time
to start the prep.”
“ Okay,” I said, dreading it.
“ We’ll
do the enema first. This is going to hurt. It always does the first
couple of times.”
“ I’ve
cleaned myself out before and it never hurt.”
“ Not
like this,” she said.
She had me lie on
a massage table and hold my knees back toward myself. She gently
forced a narrow plastic hose up my rectum. She attached a bag of
warm water and had it flow into me. I found it to be a rather
pleasant experience and thought to myself, No
sweat .
I couldn’t have
been more wrong. As soon as all the water had drained into me, the
intense cramping began. The prolonged process of cleansing my
bowels caused me to take another step away from the life I had once
inhabited.
“ Oh
man, Janice, I need to get to a toilet NOW!”
“ You
have to wait three more minutes.”
“ There’s no way. I can’t hold it.”
“ Yes
you can. Just breathe deeply and relax.”
“ I
hate it when people say to relax in situations where relaxation is
impossible. It’s extreme arrogance to tell someone to relax when
that’s contrary to the situation,” I ranted.
“ Two
more minutes,” she said. “Believe it or not I’ve grown to enjoy
this.”
“ Not!”
I said through clinched teeth. “It’s going to come out and I won’t
be able to stop it.”
“ You
will be fine. Whatever you do, don’t relax,” she said,
laughing.
“ Making jokes at my expense at a time like this?”
“ I’m
trying to distract you. Is it working? Thirty more
seconds.”
“ Fuck,
fuck, fuck. Hurry. You need to get me down now.”
“ Okay,
okay. It’s been in there long enough.” She helped off the massage
table and over to the toilet.
“ I
never, ever want to do that again.”
“ Like
I said, it’s something that gets easier.”
“ Whatever,” I said. “Please leave me alone.”
Janice left the
bathroom as my body purged itself of its contents.
She came back a
few minutes after I had finished and said, “Shower time, and make
sure to shave your legs and underarms.”
She was holding a
towel for me when I got out of the shower and wrapped it around my
shoulders. “Up on the table again, and hold your legs back and up
for me.”
I climbed up and
exposed myself to Janice. She
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