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Chapter 15 - Shopping and soapy water
This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/
Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.
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Chapter 15
Shopping and soapy water
It was mid-afternoon before they returned to the flat.
After a few 'phone calls, Lucinda had located some shops that seemed to
stock the sort of boots Peter wanted for her and they'd gone for her
fitting. Lucinda thought she was bad when it came to clothes shopping
but Peter's fastidiousness and excruciating attention to detail was
starting to drive her as mad as some of the poor assistants that
attended to them.
At last Peter seemed satisfied and they made a return detour via the
supermarket where, unusually as Lucinda was the one with the culinary
flair, he took great care in inspecting and selecting a range of fruit
and vege. Lucinda wandered off to explore the cosmetics thinking that,
at last, he was showing some interest in his nutrition.
'Before we start...' Peter began as they unloaded the bags and Lucinda's
heart sank expecting a lecture, 'I want to start preparing you for your
tail.'
'Really? Now?' she brightened and felt her anus involuntarily tighten.
'Yes. Of course. Now is a good a time as any and it will improve your
posture.'
She beamed at him.
'When did you last go to the bathroom?' he enquired.
'In the pub where we had lunch, why?' she was lost.
'I meant emptied your bowels woman!'
'Duh! Sorry love, I understand now. This morning, after brekkie.'
'OK, go and try again then get into a nice hot bath, I'll be with you in
a while.'
She dutifully complied with meagre results and took the opportunity to
inspect her body for evidence of the previous night's entertainment.
Apart from some redness around her breasts and a few tiny marks on her
buttocks and thighs, she was remarkably unscathed, again a testament to
his skill she thought.
Peter arrived carrying what looked like a translucent polythene hot
water bottle with a long red rubber tube attached. She looked up at him
questioningly.
'An enema bag, my innocent one.'
'Oh' is all she could muster. Matron used to threaten girls with an
enema when she was at school, paraffin or something highly improbable,
but she never discovered anyone who'd actually had one let alone seen
one in the flesh so to speak.
'That's not paraffin is it?' she asked.
Now Peter looked puzzled.
'No, warm soapy water. Why in blazes paraffin?'
'No matter, it's something I heard at school.'
Peter shook his head. His regard for single sex English public schools
was not high at the best of times and now Lucinda felt she'd given him
further fuel for his prejudices.
She tried to change the subject.
'So, what happens?' she asked.
Peter slipped into his patronising mentor mode. She preferred him to be
more forthright but appreciated his willingness to allay her fears.
'Simple really,' he began. 'This bit,' he waggled the bag of water,
'goes up high.' He attached the hook on the bag to the curtain rod.
'And this bit,' he held a slender nozzle in his fist, 'goes up your
pretty little virgin ass!'
Lucinda gulped and he pointed to a clamp on the hose a few inches above
the nozzle.
'When I release this, the rest should be obvious.'
Lucinda nodded.
'Will it hurt?'
'Not if you relax and do as I say, I'm only going to give you two or
three pints the first few times until you get used to it.'
Pints! Lucinda thought, US pints she hoped.
Peter picked up a plastic bottle from the counter and squirted some
clear gel into his hand then rubbed it liberally over the nozzle.
'Now, before it gets cold, roll over onto your left side and bring your
right leg up.'
Peter knelt down beside the bath while Lucinda splashed about as he
shoved and coaxed her hips until her buttocks and anus were well clear
of the water and she had rested her knee on the edge in front of her
chest. She peered over her shoulder at her buttocks and felt very
vulnerable.
Peter squirted some of the gel along her exposed divide then ran his
fingertips lightly up and down massaging her sphincter gently on each
passing stroke.
After an initial shock of the cool gel Lucinda felt a warm glow spread
from her perineum across her anus to the base of her spine and decided
this wasn't so bad after all. Gradually she felt him carefully part her
cheeks and probe and explore the ring of muscle until she was sure he
had managed to insert a finger.
'OK?' he asked.
'Yes love, it's rather pleasant.'
His finger slid in and out and she found herself starting to get
aroused.
'Mmmm, I could get used to this' she purred.
'That's the general idea my darling' he laughed and added 'A sadly
under-utilised part of the anatomy in vanilla sex. The anus has as many
nerves as your fingertips, it is very sensitive.'
Sensitive she agreed, but whether you could read Braille with your ass
was another thing all together.
'Well, how absurd,' she thought 'they'd have to put the buttons in
elevators on stalks.'
Peter knelt over and reached for the clamp. She peered over at her rear.
The nozzle was buried to its hilt and she'd not noticed it enter.
'I'm only going to give you a bit at a time and it will feel very
strange at first but don't worry, it can't hurt you. You will start to
have a strong urge to defecate but please try to resist this as long as
possible. The feeling will soon pass and I'll help you with some tricks
to ease the discomfort. If you feel you can bear it no longer please
shout and get on the loo!'
The loo was right next to the bath; she wondered what all the fuss was
about.
'OK love, I think I understand. Bath - loo. Loo - bath.' She teased as
she waved her arm and pointed, cabin crew like, to the items.
He smiled,
'Be thankful I'm not one of the grooms at the stables, they are much
rougher and would use cold water in you for that remark.'
Stables? What stables? What grooms come to that? Again the feeling of
not quite having been dealt a full hand of cards came to her.
She forgot the matter as she felt the air trapped in the tube bubble
into her rectum. This was followed by a sensation of needing to expel
the fluid, but she managed to contain herself easily although she could
feel the pressure start to increase.
'Oh dear' she finally murmured.
'Hold it!' commanded Peter as he clamped the tube. 'Roll over on your
back a little.'
She carefully moved her leg down as he threaded the pipe around and she
lay flat on her back with him holding the nozzle in place his wrist
rubbing reassuringly on her crotch.
'That's better, thanks love'
'Your welcome,' he said. 'The water fills the descending colon - the bit
on the left first. It will now be running across the top - the
transverse colon. Much more room up there.' He said confidently.
Lucinda was not overly reassured. The bag looked as though it was still
mighty full but at least the level was going down much quicker now and
ominous gurgles and rumbles emanated from her abdomen.
Lucinda giggled at the noise.
'Hmmm, not the most elegant of pastimes' she observed.
'But it will be worth it, you'll see.'
A cramping in her gut suddenly gripped her.
'Oh Jesus!' she grimaced and tried to double up.
'Relax my darling.' Peter coaxed and started to rub her swollen belly
with firm strokes. The feeling passed again but she felt now she really
did have to go.
'Please love. I'm not sure I can hold it any longer.'
Peter looked up at the bag. It was nearly empty.
'Just a bit more then it's done' he said as he rolled her slightly to
the right.
A few moments later little thrill ran up her anus and he held the nozzle
aloft with a flourish.
'There! All gone.' He continued to massage her six-month swollen belly
and was rewarded with more sloshing noises.
'Aw love, I can feel it kicking' she joked.
'I hope to God not!' he exclaimed.
'Not a chance' she grinned, 'Thank Heavens for little coils. Although
with your performance over the past week or so, it'd better be a damned
big coil!'
She even felt slightly nauseous and, rubbing her big belly, did however
ponder pregnancy as she stared at Peter.
'Could he be the one?' she thought.
Time for brooding was over, a massive spasm hit her without warning and
she leapt up.
'Contractions! Loo! Now!' she screamed pushing Peter over backwards as
she threw herself at the lavatory and gave vent to a positive deluge
before she'd even hit the seat. Two more spasms gripped her and she left
control of her sphincter to its own devices. Peter, bless him, clawed
his way back to her and cradled her head on his shoulder.
'Oh God, I feel terrible' she murmured 'You never told me it would be
like this.'
'It will soon pass, I promise.'
She peered up at him feeling the sweat cooling on her forehead and upper
lip.
'Is that so? And how many times have you had this done to you?'
'I speak from considerable indirect experience as I'm sure you know and,
as your Master, I'm telling you it will be OK.'
Lucinda grunted, admiring his confidence but worried about the
'considerable'. Just how many explosively crapping women had their been
in his life?
As if on cue her bowels cramped again and, damn him, if he wasn't right,
this one was easier. She twisted and flushed the loo but stayed put and
flopped back against the tank feeling, literally, drained.
'You OK hon?' he asked.
She nodded,
'It's going thank God.'
'OK, I'll go and prepare the next part of the training. You stay here
for a while'
Thankfully he left the room. Although she found his care and concern
immensely touching and loved him for it, she still wasn't over happy at,
as he would put it, having a good dump with him around especially
considering the malodorous legacy she was producing.
She swivelled around to face the adjacent bidet and filled it with warm
water. Then taking a chance in crossing the gap mounted the white bowl
and washed herself down. The worst of the cramps seemed to have subsided
apart from an occasional flutter and she felt emptied and surprisingly
refreshed, even light headed. Was this what the colonic irrigation
freaks were hooked on? She stood and dried herself as the water ran out
of the bath then washed and coiled up the enema gear. The bag said
'Medium - 2L'. So much for a 'couple of pints', he'd put half a gallon
in her. She hated to contemplate 'Large', she imagined you'd bounce back
up like one of those toys if someone pushed you over. Ever the
pragmatist, she sat again and managed one final dribble. She brushed her
hair and gave herself a hefty blast of body spray, then, as an
afterthought, she gave the bathroom a long spray as well before
wandering off to find out what Peter was up to.
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