Helping a girlfriend

This story happened in late autumn 2011. The main character's name is fictitious; the story is real. I, a 36-year-old woman, was given a voucher to a sanatorium in the Krasnodar region. To be honest, it was one of my few trips because you can't travel much on a nurse's hospital salary.

For the first few days, I was frankly bored—procedures, bland food, the only decent men were trying to stupidly hook up for sex. But literally three days later, everything changed—an adorable 23-year-old blonde, Diana, moved into my room. How we partied: clubs, excursions, walks, and... intimacy. Yes, yes, intimacy was

for me a source of pleasure with my girlfriend. Almost every evening and night we caressed each other—necks, breasts, stomach. This went on for 3-4 evenings, but one evening I wanted to explore her ass. After the standard caresses, I held her down firmly with one hand, starting to kiss her lips, achieving tongue contact, while with my other hand I began to enter her anus. "What are you doing, are you cr**y?" she said, pulling away, jumping naked out of bed. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" I said—"Nothing, 'what the f**k are you doing in my ass?'" "Honey, I wanted to open you up completely, I wanted you to get maximum pleasure," "Did you ask me? For me, that's a taboo, I don't let anyone." "Baby, everything happens for the first time sometime, you'll like it, come to me," I whispered. "I said no, no way, conversation closed," she concluded and started moving her bed away and going to sleep. Then I got very offended at her and vowed to myself to get to her ass by any means necessary, out of spite. The next day, we acted as if nothing had happened, got dressed, went to breakfast and procedures, and in my free time, I started thinking about how to carry out my plan... I tried to get close to her in the evenings, but we clearly weren't connecting, and suddenly, as a nurse, I had a brilliant idea—to give her an enema! But she wouldn't just let me do it, so I had to provoke such a situation. After spending a couple of hours on the internet and using my "medical experience," I went to the city and bought everything necessary for an enema—constipation tablets, an enema bag, injections for relaxing the body, and... mustard plaster. When everything was purchased, I began to implement my plan, discreetly mixing the tablets into her tea or plain water. Going to the cafe in the evenings, I loaded up on pastries and shared with my girlfriend.

And so, after about 3-4 days, my girlfriend didn't go to breakfast. "What happened?" I asked caringly. "Nothing," she said barely audibly. "What do you mean nothing? Then let's go to breakfast." "I... you see... my stomach hurts." "Well, you still have to eat," I stated. "I can't, it hurts to move," she whispered sadly and turned to the wall. I, seizing the moment, poured water from the jug and mixed in the tablets to reinforce my result. "Here, drink some water, you should feel better," she, suspecting nothing, drank the glass in one gulp. And I, satisfied, went to breakfast. My whole day passed normally, but my girlfriend lay in bed all day... She firmly refused my offers to bring something from the dining room. And I, to be honest, didn't want to bring her fruit in case the constipation went away, I tried to only get her buns with tea... Well, after dinner, I decisively decided to carry out my plan...

— Get up, take off your robe," I commanded. She didn't have the strength to argue; she complied. "Good girl," I praised. "Now take off your bra and panties," "What for??!" she asked in bewilderment. "Diana, don't waste my time and yours, believe me, I work as a nurse, and I know what I'm doing," I said convincingly; she reluctantly complied... I took her underwear and threw it into the far corner on the armchair... "Get on all fours," "What??!!" "Get on your hands and knees," I commanded. "What for?" "I need to examine you," "I think you just want to humiliate me," "I work as a nurse, believe me, this is just a medical procedure aimed solely for the patient's good. Am I going to wait long, or should I call doctors who will do it together, maybe even three of them?" I threatened decisively. Apparently, my determination scared her, and she resignedly complied. I put on medical gloves, grabbed her by the stomach, "Lean on your hands, hide your head," I asked, lubricated my middle finger with gel, and inserted it into her ass; she cried out, wanted to interfere, but her hands were holding her upper body. "Ow, aaah, aaaaah it hurts, please stop, no, don't," she pleaded tearfully; I didn't react at all. After generously lubricating everything with gel, I felt a small fissure in her, but I didn't tell her. Taking my finger out of her ass, I allowed her to lie down. Tired from the knee-elbow position, she complied with relief. Before the enema, I decided to give her an injection of Mydocalm to induce maximum relaxation. When she asked what injection I was preparing, I answered that they were general strengthening vitamins. Whether she believed it or pretended to, I don't know. After giving her the shot, I covered her with a blanket and said, "You can rest for now." She asked for clothes, to which I replied that she didn't need them yet. Stroking her beautiful blonde hair, I took the bag with everything I needed to prepare the enema and went to the bathroom...

— And by the way, why don't you let anyone in your ass?" "I already explained, I don't want to talk about it," she said indignantly. "You're not in a position to choose what to talk about," I said indignantly and slapped her ass a little harder. She was very surprised and only sniffled, "Have you lost your mind?" "Wrong answer," I concluded and slapped Diana even harder. "Because it causes me discomfort," she whimpered through tears. "And it's uncomfortable for you because you have a fissure there that needs treatment," I concluded. She didn't answer, only sniffled once again. "Now I'll take care of your treatment, I'll lubricate your fissure until it heals!" She remained silent. "How much longer? My stomach really hurts," she whined. "Well, about half a liter," I said. Waiting for the "water balloon to empty," I took a champagne cork from my robe pocket, taken from the trash—luckily, we had drunk a few bottles of champagne—and inserted it as far as possible into her anus... "Aaaa, what is that now?" she whined. "Come on, baby, it's a cork, it will help you hold the water, and I'll go for a walk, as you asked," I said and put on my coat... "Nooo, please take it out," she tearfully begged, to which I, taking and turning off my cell phone, calmly went out for a walk.

It was fresh and a bit cool outside, the wind was blowing. I walked around our building for 15-20 minutes and decided that was enough torment for my "patient" and returned. "Sunshine, how are you?" I asked as if nothing had happened. She was sobbing, "Where were you? Take that thing out of my ass, everything hurts and burns." "Why are you crying like a little girl?" I consoled. I approached her, took her by the hand with one hand, by the back with the other, and escorted Diana to the toilet. In the toilet, I pulled the cork out of her anus. As soon as I did, the contents of her stomach began to fill the toilet with a powerful stream; I barely managed to move my hand away. I brewed strong mint tea to normalize her stomach condition and put Diana to sleep. After the procedure, I gave Diana the tea and put her to bed, finally allowing her to put on her underwear. Within about five minutes, she was sleeping like a baby.

The next morning, we went to breakfast as if nothing had happened; the first day after the "treatment procedure," she was somewhat reluctant to talk to me, but from the second day, everything was as before. We joked a lot, discussed guys, and had intimacy in the evenings. Though I didn't let her enter me, I entered her without resistance. At first, Diana resisted this, but then resigned herself to her fate. I liked inserting my finger into her ass, spanking her butt. Usually, it happened like this: we started kissing, I lay on my stomach and with my hands went down to her butt and began to perform various "manipulations" with her; this continued for about another week.

After about a week, our vouchers came to an end, we went our separate ways home, occasionally messaging online. And about 10 years later, I sadly learned that my girlfriend had died from her underlying illness... And I finally decided to publish this online, as now there's no one to blame me for it!