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Subject: {ASSM} True Story: Richard's Condition (pre-teen boy/aunt, enema/mast)
Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 04:10:03 -0400
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Here's an interesting story I received in letters years ago from an
adult of how he was anally sensitized as a boy by a woman relative.
Because I did not have the opportunity to nail down the details and
now want to protect his privacy I'll add information he did not to
smooth along his story. I'd like to share it here in hopes that
somebody will let me know how common this might be, and to tell me if
my guesses, which I've put after the narrative, are close to the mark
or not.

Richard's Condition

As a middle-school boy Richard was sent by his parents to spend part
of his summer vacation with his aunt who had a big home in a resort
area. The aunt had experience raising boys of her own. She welcomed
Richard on his first solo outing by giving him his own room and
scheduling her days so that he got lots of activity.

One of the first activities was a morning walk. After breakfast the
first day there or soon after she and Richard went for a long walk. It
was very pleasant until Richard felt the urgent need to get to a
bathroom but before they could make it back he'd soiled himself. This
was not something that had happened to him before. He was very
embarrassed about it, still trying to make a good first impression
with his aunt who was being so nice to him. As his aunt helped clean
him up she told him not to worry, that might just have been travel
jitters or different foods, so he tried not to think too much about
it, that is until the next day.

It seems Richard's problem was something his aunt could not ignore.

Richard was playing in the bathtub. His aunt had asked the door to be
kept ajar so that if he needed towels or soap or anything he could
call for her. It also let her walk in easily while he was soaking.
Richard immediately clamped his legs shut as not to reveal his private
parts. His home life stressed modesty and privacy. He could not
remember when he'd been seen naked by his parents. He was shocked by
his aunt's intrusion. She sat on the closed toilet to talk with him
over a serious matter. She explained that his accident yesterday
worried her because he might be developing a health problem. She did
not want that to happen. She did not want a sickness to interfere with
his vacation activities or to send him back to his mother that way, so
the best thing to do would be to give him an enema to clear it up.

Richard had never gotten an enema before and did not know what it was
or if it hurt.

"It's nothing really, just a little squirt of water up your behind so
you clean out," she explained as she got out a red bulb syringe and
jar of Vaseline from a bathroom cabinet.

What could Richard do?

He was naked in a tub, the water getting cold. His aunt, an adult and
someone his mom told him he must obey, knew what should be done if he
was getting sick. For sure he wanted to get well and have a fun time
while here. And maybe if this were done then she would not tell his
mom he'd pooped his pants yesterday. What a discussion that would be.
Uggh. Better get it over with.

So Richard did as he was instructed, got out of the tub, dried off in
a big fluffy towel while his aunt busied herself at the sink then
watched him as she sat on the lidded toilet.

"Stand here," she directed, beside her.

He was totally nude and a little chilled. He held himself about the
chest, stood straight, his little wiener dangling in the breeze.

Looking eye to eye she told him, "Since the nozzle is very narrow I'll
have to prepare you with Vaseline to loosen your bottom."

"Will it hurt me? he asked in a pleading voice.

"No, just relax."

She had put a large wad of Vaseline on an index finger of one hand, as
she steadied him with the other on his hip so he was standing profile
to her. She slipped the finger between his boyishly flat cheeks. He
flinched as she found his button.

"Hold still. .. Yeah... Now push out...No, arch more. Yeah..," she
directed getting him to raise his behind by arching the small of his
back.

Richard felt the finger as it slid along the crease, dropped into his
hinney hole. Yikes. He was still a little sore from the problem
yesterday. Then the finger went inside !!! It was so weird feeling. It
didn't hurt but it was like he never knew he had that place there. 
The finger kept going up in him. He could feel it. It was cold at
first but then just slippery. It was filling him. He tensed.

"Relax. Relax. This is so you open for the nozzle. Just take another
minute."

Richard stood there, the finger completely inside him, the palm of her
hand cupping his cheeks. She kept the other hand on his opposite hip
to minimize his fidgeting.

"Good," she finally said.

The finger was withdrawn in a single slow stroke. Richard felt the
Vaseline slipperiness down there.

His aunt prepared a towel for her lap, directed Richard to lay across
it.

"Keep your behind up and don't move around," she ordered.

He did as told, made sure his hips were flexed as she fussed with his
behind cheeks, separating them, applying another dab of Vaseline at
his red opening then positioning the black tip of the nozzle into the
center of the pucker.

"You'll feel the nozzle going in so stay in position."

Richard sure did feel it. It was like an invasion. He squirmed, trying
to get comfortable.

"Stop that!!!"

`Ugggghhh," Richard let out trying to not misbehave.

The nozzle sunk in completely. He could feel the bulb pressing against
his turned up bottom. Richard didn't know what was next.

"Good boy. It's in place. Now hang on while I empty the bulb. I made
the water just warm and not much soap, so don't complain or start
squirming. Understand?"

"Yes, Aunt Joan."

Immediately Richard felt a surge of stinging hot water into his
hinney.
"Owwww. Owwww," he moaned but kept perfectly still. 

The burning liquid filled him down there. He wanted so bad to
immediately push it all out. But he knew that would be a big mess. Boy
would his mom get an earful then. No, he had to bear it.

"It's burning my hinney," he cried.

"Your hinney will be ok Richard. Bear it."

His aunt emptied the bulb to the last woosh of air, slipped the nozzle
out, then pressed Richard's cheeks tightly together to avoid any leaks
as she told him, "You have to wait while it cleans you. Just a minute.
After, you can let it out."

The minute passed very slowly. Richard had never been so
uncomfortable. It was like having to go in the worst way and not being
able to. Inside his behind it stung real bad. His aunt kept the
pressure on him so he could only hope that soon he'd be let up and
could go.

"Richard, I'm going to help you up now but you must scrunch everything
together tight so you won't dribble any. And you can sit to let it all
out in the toilet."

Tottering to his feet Richard stood up straight as his aunt got up,
opened the toilet lid and carefully positioned Richard's bottom.

"Let it out Richard," she demanded as she stood over him.

He didn't have to be told. The pressure was so overpowering Richard
immediately relaxed feeling a great flood of liquid and more pass out
through the small opening to make splashing sounds over the sides and
into the water of the bowl. The sense of relief for him was immense.
But fleeting. He was swamped by intense feelings of shame at having
his private act so closely supervised with his aunt standing directly
over him.

His aunt had him sit a few minutes, waiting for further spurts or
dribbles as the action of the soap induced more cleaning higher up.
Richard sat there hunched forward on his knees the picture of shame.

"Stand up," she ordered.

Wasn't he allowed to wipe himself, Richard wondered.

Guess not.

He lifted himself slowing off the seat which had left a red ring
across his behind. His aunt had him stand with his feet apart while
she separated his cheeks, blotting the spattered area down with wads
of tissue.

"Fine. You did real well Richard. Go to your room, dress for our day.
I'll see you downstairs when you are ready."

Still naked, shaken by the violation of his privacy, by the activities
with his body, Richard went quickly down the hall into his room where
he could shut the door. It had been so terrible. As he put his clothes
on he consoled himself that at least it was all over. He'd gotten his
treatment and now would be well for the rest of the vacation.

That of course was not the case.

Their day out had been so fun, everything he'd hoped for. Coming back
home he was treated to more enjoyable attention. When he got to bed he
was tired out, slept well. Over breakfast more great things were
planned for the day, but he'd need to bathe before they could go out.

As Richard finished up sloshing around in the bath, his aunt came
unexpectedly into the bathroom, sitting once more on the closed
toilet.

"Ready yet?" she asked.

"For what? He answered, worried what she might say.

"For your enema. You did so well yesterday. It really worked. We can't
let you get sick again."

The idea crashed down on Richard. The treatment was not just the one
time. It would be repeated.

"I'm feeling fine," he explained.

"Yes, because of the enema. You needed it badly. And so you won't get
into problems again you will get them regularly."

"Regularly?"

"Yes, Richard. I've decided that for you to keep your vacation
schedule of activities you will need one daily, after your morning
bath before we leave."

He was dumbfounded. How could this happen? He'd been well before. But
what could he do? If he made a fuss she'd call his mom and tell her
about his accident. He'd lose his vacation here, make everyone mad at
him. His mom might even take him to the doctor for a shot. No, he
better not resist.

He really had no choice.

So, same as the day before he stood with his aunt's finger up inside
his behind, got turned over her lap for a bulb of soapy water, emptied
in front of her, was wiped and sent to dress on his own. The shock had
worn off this time but the embarrassment remained acute.

Afterward he and his aunt went out to fun places, did fun things. But
now Richard knew there was a price, that tomorrow and everyday after
once he was though with his morning bath his aunt would come into the
bathroom for his special care.

Over the next few days Richard made his adjustment. The loss of
personal privacy, the exposure of his bare front and bottom, the
invasion up his bottom, became routine, like brushing his teeth. All
except for one point that kept him thinking at night. Why after my
bath?

He could not figure that out. If he was getting clean inside and all,
why not give him the enema before his bath then have him wash up
after, it only made sense.

He knew he was just a little kid and his aunt had a lot more
experience so he pushed this problem out of his mind.

The routine continued as before into the next week. Then his aunt
brought up something new.

He had finished sitting on the toilet for her, been wiped when she
told him, "Richard your health has improved a lot from these sessions.
I can tell. But now you need more attention so there is no chance of
backsliding. Late this afternoon, when we return home today, and daily
thereafter at that time, you'll be getting a second enema. This will
insure your proper hygiene until you can go back to your parents."

Richard crumbled inside. All that had happened to him up to now had
pushed him further and further under the control of his aunt. Still
she had been very good to him. He was having lots of fun on his
vacation. After some more days, a matter of a couple weeks, not long,
he'd be back home. It would all be over. He would keep doing as told,
make no problems for anyone especially himself to get through this.

With the increased schedule, the doubling of how often he felt a
nozzle inside him squirting in stinging hot liquid, Richard began
adjusting quicker. His capacity to hold longer increased. His aunt
doubled and tripled the dose, giving him bulb after bulb to force him
to the same sense of urgency. He also became dependent on enemas
before he could sit on the toilet. No chance he could run into a
restroom on his own to poop in private.

And more important, Richard relaxed through the whole process. Being
seen naked in the tub was not special any more. Having a finger inside
him was not remarkable. It was expected. The feeling in his hinney was
comfortable. And his aunt was careful to repeat the process in the
same way every time. The finger went in and then stayed in one place
the whole time, every time. Richard was at ease now. She'd even make
causal comments on his hygiene, mentioning how he must have been extra
thorough in washing.

"Oh you've got your nutties real clean today," she said using his
terminology.

He liked the new familiarity in the relationship with her, since she
knew so much about how his body worked.

Time went by quickly. The visit was soon over and Richard returned to
his parents. He did have initial problems going to the bathroom
without a helpful enema but got over the blockage on his own, no
reason to share his difficulty with his parents. They in turn did not
make any reference to his personal care while at his aunt's. Either
they knew but considered it inconsequential or that information was
never shared with them, which is what Richard hoped. School and his
regular life absorbed his energy and thoughts.

Come the next year, his next summer break from school, and Richard's
parents and Richard himself knew that he would return to his
"favorite" aunt, renewing his great times. He could hardly object.

"By why dear? Wasn't Aunt Joan nice to you?"

What could he answer? 

So, his return visit happened as planned. 

Richard was immediately put back on a two-enema a day schedule. There
was no possibility that he could have talked his way out of it. It was
a foregone assumption, implemented with no discussion.

The handing was just as before, nothing varied. Richard once more
became totally enema dependent to move his bowels.

Over the many sessions that Richard had, there was a subtle change in
his feelings. He had been accepting of the care for sometime, that had
not changed, but inside he resented it. That resentment slowly faded.
Richard looked forward to the enemas, especially standing there,
behind ready, as the Vaselined finger slid up inside him in that
smooth filling stroke, to stay in place as he loosened up. It was a
delicious feeling, a little thrill.

Richard's body was a year older and it reacted differently than from
the first summer visit.

As the finger stayed so motionless up him, the feelings spreading out
from his penetrated behind, Richard's little shriveled wet penis began
to react. That baby nub between his thighs lengthened to show a tiny
stalk. The little bulbous head grew fleshy. Slowly the whole organ
levitated horizontal. He got an erection.

Right in front of his aunt.

She could not help but see it, sticking up obviously while she held
Richard in place to loosen him.

But, she ignored it, never referred to it. It was as if it had not
happened. The enema session went forward as always. At some time after
he lay across the towel in her lap to when he stood up to be sat on
the toilet his erection had wilted to nothing once more.

Richard again was thrown into confusion. He did not know what his
stiff wiener was from or what it meant. It was a deep mystery for him.
One he could not resolve.

The erections became persistent with each time he had the finger
inside. Since no mention of it was taken he too was free to ignore its
comings and goings.

Still the sensations in his behind, the insertion, the gush of
stinging liquid, grew in intensity for Richard. He enjoyed them now,
their overpowering shock and thrill. He looked forward to them. He of
course did not vocalize any of this but his aunt could see the change
as easily as she could see his recurring erection.

It was not too much longer in his visit that Richard noticed his
wiener poked up as soon as he undressed to slip into the bath. He did
not understand it. And he did not have to since it made no difference
to his aunt when she saw him step out of the tub stiff, a state he
remained in for the enema session.

More time passed that summer, as wonderful for its daily activities as
before, all the outings, the games.  Added to it was the flood of
sensations Richard was receiving in his behind.

One day after an enema he'd been told as usual to return to his room
to dress, Richard lay totally nude across his bed to recover a little.
His body was reeling from the sensations. He still felt the wonderful
pressure filling him, the sense of explosion when released. He
remembered how the finger slipped so easily inside him.

His hands moved across his chest down to his groin, feeling his little
wiener.  He gave it a good rubbing all over cause it was sticking up
again. His hands went further to his little nutties then his fingers
to his hinney. It felt so good down there. He let a finger tip nudge
at the hinney hole. He remembered how just a few minutes ago Aunt Joan
had her finger there. He worked his finger up inside a little. It was
still a little slick from the Vaseline left to make it go in. Ohhh did
that feel super!! He pressed in more. It went in deeper. He pressed
until the whole finger was in his hinney hole.  His wiener got super
stiff under his other hand. He rubbed it to his stomach, getting all
sorts of great feelings from it, especially the fat tip.

Richard let his finger explore inside his hinney, moved it in circles,
reaching up high, pumping it in and out. Wow did that feel great. We
worked more on the stiff wiener, getting it in his fist so he could
rub the shaft below the head, then work the head with his finger tips.
While fingering inside the hinney his palm rubbed his loose nutties in
the sack too. Doing it all together was heaven. Richard kept
experimenting with different touches on himself until inside his
hinney he felt a swelling.

It scared him. He pulled his finger out but at that moment his wiener
started spitting sticky pee out in his hand. Richard felt this huge
flush of pleasure wash over him.

He looked down. His wiener was all small again but dripping stuff on
his hand.

Wow. What was all that? he wondered.

Anyway it was over too fast. He dressed and went down to meet his aunt
so they could go out.

After his next enema, Richard had not forgotten his earlier experiment
with himself.

He went right to his bed and handled everything like before, making
sure to keep his finger in deep to check the place in his hinney that
got swollen up before. He rubbed that stiff wiener too just like last
time. He got it red, the head bulging on the elongated stalk. Checking
his hinney all the time made the place swell there by good rubbing. It
felt real good. He pulled on his wiener as it squirted. Richard became
breathless with the rush of pleasure.

This was so great. He knew he'd keep doing it for sure.

For the rest of his summer visit after each enema, Richard raced back
to his bedroom, closed the door and began handling himself. Apart for
the feelings he got as he experimented with his body Richard
remembered how good his aunt's finger felt in him.

He developed a fantasy that his aunt would get tired waiting for him
and come up to see what was keeping him so long in his room. She'd be
shocked seeing him laying there playing with his wiener and hinney.
She'd have to punish him. The best way she'd explain was to shame him.
He'd be forced to return to the bathroom to stand naked for her to put
her finger in to loosen him. In this position she'd make him show her
how he was nasty with his wiener. He'd beg her not too but she told
him that unless he did it she'd call his parents. So he would rub his
wiener while she looked until it squirted. She'd make him promise
never to do that again. He promised.

His other fantasy was that his aunt would not put the finger inside
but would rather spank his hinney. He'd have to stand there pulling on
his wiener, begging her to stop, that he'd be good, that he would not
be nasty any more. He'd have to show her how the wiener would squirt
before she would stop the punishment.

 Of course his aunt did no such thing. He was left in the privacy in
his room.

This second summer too went by quickly for Richard. He returned home
for school and picked up his life as before, expect for his new secret
activity. Richard would fantasize about the enemas, the fingering and
the spanking each time he masturbated. It was all so exciting for him.

As an adult Richard maintained his interest in anal play, in age play.
He had several rewarding bi- experiences, was quite comfortable with
himself.

End of what Richard told me.

I now have some observations, none that can be verified directly.

I see a clear line of intention from first to last in the aunt's
behavior. The "Joan" in this story intended to sensitize "Richard" at
his anus and rectum. Double enemas? Daily enemas? For weeks? It is all
conditioning. She knew that Richard would adjust to them, becoming
enema dependent and expect regular feelings at his behind. The nudity,
the interrupted bath, the lack of privacy, all were to break personal
boundaries for erotic exhibitionism and to show benign domination.
Then the initial incident, the soiling accident. For me, it was
designed by Joan. She slipped something in his breakfast cocoa or
other food that medically induced his loss of bowel control on a long
walk, a situation that causes her to be the sole observer and damages
Richard's self esteem. The incident had to be done early to set the
right tone. Richard could not be too much at ease with Joan. He had to
worry about unknown consequences should he thwart her. I might even
suggest that Joan's sister, Richard's mother, had agreed to this plan,
start to finish with Joan using the vacation visit as a special
conditioning time.

Regardless of how far reaching a plan, the "Joan" character was a
master of subtlety. She used a great pretext, the soiling incident, to
produce an equally great treatment, an enema. Then the "success"
required regular treatments, and next their doubling in frequency. But
"Joan" was meticulous in not doing anything "funny." No finger
wiggling in the posterior passage, no ogling of the childish erection,
no connection with her erotically to Richard. Joan stopped short of
that. She was focused on Richard becoming fixated on anal/rectal
stimulation as he started to develop sexual responses. This is the
clear intent since Richard was to go to a private place where in his
own development, he could begin to masturbate after each enema.

This solves why he bathed before not after his treatment. He had to be
given a sense of privacy and the time to explore himself at great
leisure. His bedroom offered this, less so the bathroom. And again, as
intended, the bathing schedule was to rattle his confidence that he
knew more than his aunt.

Since this happened to Richard before the age of publicly assessable
home spy-cams Joan's sole goal was as simple and as difficult as
getting an immature Richard to establish a pattern of fetish
masturbation and fantasy.

I still wonder why.

Well, these are my ideas. I'd appreciate your experience, comments,
suggestions, and questions, to me at
stardog105@hotmail.com

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