" I complied with a strange excitement, anxious to learn what the next measurement would be! I turned my face to the side, resting my cheek on the soft vinyl as I felt Shelly's hand on my right buttock." I complied with a strange excitement, anxious to learn what the next measurement would be! I turned my face to the side, resting my cheek on the soft vinyl as I felt Shelly's hand on my right buttock. The end of the tube pressed gently at the center of my anus. It slipped smoothly in and I realized that I was holding my breath. It moved deeper into my rectum and I forced myself to exhale, listening carefully as Shelly began to speak. "The last section of your large intestine is relatively straight," she said, "but several inches from the anus it makes an abrupt turn to one side or the other. We need to record the distance to that first "corner," and which way it turns." The blunt end of the tube began to push against the obstruction and I found my voice long enough to say that she had reached the corner. I heard her say "five inches even," but was a little confused when I felt the tube being withdrawn. Shelly explained that to learn the direction, she would need to carefully push beyond the corner and that the tube would "straighten it out," allowing deeper penetration. She could sometimes sense the direction by the feel of the tube but that I would be able to tell her for certain. She also pointed out that she would inject more lubricant into my rectum just to be on the safe side. I felt the coolness of the threaded end of the K-Y tube as she slipped it a fraction of an inch into me. It seemed as though she squeezed the entire contents of the tube into my rectum and it was strangely pleasant. I heard the empty container drop into the waste can and a moment later felt the familiar presence of the "measuring tube" as she re-inserted it. |