"I guess that's enough," Josie said, pushing a strand of blond hair back from her cheek. She slid down in the tub so that just her chin was clear of the water. She bent her knees slightly and parted them. Then she took a long breath and felt her heart pounding.

"It's something I've got to do. The doctor said I was delicate. Who knows when I might come down with something again? Better safe than sorry."

She probed the pink plastic wand under the water and pressed it against her pubes. Her mound was already stretched apart and it opened more to let the lubricated tip glide down between her inner folds. She'd forbidden herself to touch her inner cuntlips with her own finger. And she never had. But the douche wand wasn't her finger. Gingerly she moved the thing up and down her crevice. To smear the lubricant around, she told herself. Her clit was rubbed from its hiding place and rose up. A strange tremor went through her flesh. She felt her legs tighten and forced them to relax again. Her breasts rose and fell a little faster than before. Her belly pulled in under her ribs a little. She was starting to pant softly. She spread her toes against the end of the tub and blinked at her reflection.

Now she was pressing in against the slit where the wand was supposed to fit. There was resistance at first. There always was. Then Josie relaxed the muscles of her sphincter and her pussy opened. The probe slipped in. But Josie didn't push it deep immediately. She pulled it back an inch and then in again. In and out. Slowly. The soft rub of it against the edges of her cunt made her shudder. She let out a soft groan.

"Okay, I'd better get on with it." She swallowed, tried to pull herself together. She had set a limit on the amount of pleasure she could allow herself. After all there wasn't supposed to be any pleasure attached to this little operation, was there? But that was clearly impossible and the doctor must have known it. She'd experienced a certain satisfaction every time she'd taken a douche. Even that first time.