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Jun. 29th, 2007 10:00 amMy monkey confessed to me yesterday that she's not had a bowel movement in six days. I suggested the time might be right for an enema, but due to various and sundry and quite vanilla circumstances, we wound up not having the time for it last night, with me promising that she'd receive it first thing in the morning.
When we woke up, I told her to strip, and she quickly called. "Yellow! Red!". I called her by her given name, told her she had nothing to worry about, and went back to sleep.
A few hours later, when I was more awake, we discussed it a little bit more. She asked if it was important to me. I explained that for reasons of trust, as well as reasons of obedience, (to say nothing of the health reasons) she should take it, and I would be right there holding her paw the entire time.
I spread a shower curtain across the bed, and had her lay down, and filled the enema. Now, the monkey had only taken a couple of fleet enemas before. This is a hospital grade 1500ML industrial-hose enema. Basically, it was more of a high colonic than anything (warm water, not hot, and a small amount of castille soap).
She took the entire thing in, and was still for about fifteen minutes before I removed the hose and escorted her to the bathroom.
I stood there for a while, letting her grip my hand tightly while it came out. Mostly liquid but there was (and not to be gross) sound evidence that other things were coming out. Finally, after about ten minutes she suggested she might be more relaxed if she do it alone.
At that point, I came in here and created this journal. I'm going to make some backdated entries, so to the casual start-to-end reader it won't be the first.
My name is Dan, and I've fallen for a space monkey.
When we woke up, I told her to strip, and she quickly called. "Yellow! Red!". I called her by her given name, told her she had nothing to worry about, and went back to sleep.
A few hours later, when I was more awake, we discussed it a little bit more. She asked if it was important to me. I explained that for reasons of trust, as well as reasons of obedience, (to say nothing of the health reasons) she should take it, and I would be right there holding her paw the entire time.
I spread a shower curtain across the bed, and had her lay down, and filled the enema. Now, the monkey had only taken a couple of fleet enemas before. This is a hospital grade 1500ML industrial-hose enema. Basically, it was more of a high colonic than anything (warm water, not hot, and a small amount of castille soap).
She took the entire thing in, and was still for about fifteen minutes before I removed the hose and escorted her to the bathroom.
I stood there for a while, letting her grip my hand tightly while it came out. Mostly liquid but there was (and not to be gross) sound evidence that other things were coming out. Finally, after about ten minutes she suggested she might be more relaxed if she do it alone.
At that point, I came in here and created this journal. I'm going to make some backdated entries, so to the casual start-to-end reader it won't be the first.
My name is Dan, and I've fallen for a space monkey.
