To this day I will never forget the first of many gynecology exams I have witnessed with either a girlfriend or my former or new wife. So I will start off with my new wife. We had been High School sweethearts and broke up and went our separate ways for over thirteen years. Both of us married and I divorced ten of those thirteen. I had gotten Melana’s virginity at the age of seventeen so I when we did break up I was very heart broken. It was one of those deals where parents did not approve of, deals you know and through out the years we would bump into one another now and then and the flame always seemed to still be between us.

Then one early summer morning I was awaken by someone at the door. Much to my surprise it was Melana, of all people saying that she desperately needed to talk to someone. Inviting her in we exchanged pleasantries and so forth. She then went on to tell me why she came. She wanted to escape from her abusive husband and did not know how. As we talked I could see that the old spark was still between us. Needless to say that after her coming to my house every morning as soon as her husband left for work we devised a plan to get her out of her mess. I moved her in with me. She was a totally new woman being relieved of the pressure of her ex.

About the third day she was there we ended up in bed. It was inevitable and was the best sex I had had in a while. She went on to tell me that she and her ex had not fucked in over a two year period and the only thing that kept her there was her fear of him. Finally she had enough and left. Needless to say we fucked three to five times a day for over a month. This woman could not get enough. Then came the time for her monthly and it did not come around. Finally she said, I, need a pregnancy test. After buying one from the store it proved positive. (more…)

following is from the book, ‘Without a Stitch’, by a Norwegian, Jens Bjoerneboe. The young girl is being “treated” by a physician, Dr. Peterson, an orgasm specialist (sic!). He has already given her two “treatments.

“Anything I do with you must have a purpose. Basically you’re still embarrassed, and that embarrassment must be eliminated before you can relax and not tie yourself up in knots.”

I suspected that he had something in mind that might not be so much fun as what I’d been hoping for. He thought for a moment, then raised his head and pointed to a door.

“In there,” he said, “is a sort of washroom. There’s an enema kit hanging on the wall. Go in there, fill it up with soapy lukewarm water, and bring it back here full. Then lie down on the table again.”

My face turned red. “No,” I said. “No.”

“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll end the treatment immediately. In that case there’ll be no appointment tomorrow.”

I knew that he meant what he said, but I thought it would be terribly embarrassing to be given an enema. Especially by him.

“Do I have to?”

“Have to what?” he said. He was putting his white coat back on. There I stood, naked and embarrassed, with my cheeks flaming red and my hair hanging down over my forehead.

“Do I have to take an enema?” I asked weakly. I felt such a mess.

“Yes, you do,” he said, “and you’re going out and get it ready yourself.” (more…)

Paul had a raging hard on as he drove home, reliving what had transpired during Thanksgiving dinner. Paul was new in town and had only met a few people. He had no family nearby and was grateful that his friend Mike had graciously invited him to his home to share dinner with him and Linda. He was glad he wasn’t all alone this year.

He had arrived on time, bringing a bottle of champagne for his hosts. The meal had been delicious, but there seemed to be some kind of tension between his two hosts.  They barely looked at each other, and there were several periods of awkward silence. It was after Mike had made a petty little comment about the mashed potatoes being “a bit lumpy”, that Linda had slammed down her fork, stood and excused herself then disappeared into the kitchen.  Mike had smiled sheepishly at him and then also excused himself.

Paul had sat there for a few moments sipping his champagne wondering if maybe he should leave, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on between these two. His attention was snapped back into focus when he began to hear what seemed to him like flesh being slapped. Paul was a gentleman and just couldn’t stand by while a woman was being abused. He stood and went to the kitchen door. It was open just far enough for him to see exactly what was transpiring inside but not enough for his
presence to be noticed.  His groin stirred as he took in the scene before him. (more…)

On my trail of enema devotees I unexpectedly came across a small advert in the personal column of a weekly magazine to the effect that the advertiser was willing to ‘give enemas to ladies in their own homes’. As I was keen to get in touch with devotees of the enema I thought an approach to the advertiser might be fruitful.

I was uncertain whether to pretend that I was a woman or whether to write to the advertiser frankly and tell him I would value his co-operation. In the end I decided on the latter course. I told the advertiser (it was not clear from the advert whether it was a man or a woman) of my interest in the enema and anything he could tell me about the replies (if any!) he had had from his/her announcement would be most welcome and would be treated with confidence.

I wrote to the box number given in the magazine and when I had heard nothing for about a fortnight I began to assume that the advertiser was unwilling to help me.

Then, unexpectedly, I got a telephone call from the advertiser. It was a man’s voice and he said he wanted to thank me for my letter and that he would like to meet me. It was arranged that we should meet for dinner at a West End restaurant the following day. (more…)

This afternoon had been in the planning stages for months. Now the day was finally at hand. It was really quite a unique opportunity. I was sitting behind a regular reception desk wearing a shirt, slacks and a white lab coat. I looked every bit the part of a doctor’s assistant and that was exactly the part I was to play. My friend and co-conspirator, Roger, a gynecologist, was in his office only a few feet away. The waiting room was empty. There were only two people expected today and only one patient.

Roger had known that this day would come for a number of years but my invitation was much more recent. Roger had long been a fan of the Master Chris stories and had noted my own interest in the submissive nature of a gynecological exam. We had made contact a couple of years before and had become instant friends.

Although we lived in different parts of the country, Roger and I often found the time to talk, making sure we kept up on each other’s exploits. I told him that I envied him his profession but he was quick to set me straight about that. In 99.9% of the visit, he assured me, I’d have really no interest in being there. Still, he said, every once in awhile there is a visit that makes it interesting. Roger also described to me the group he and his wife Jane had been a part of for almost ten years. There were currently four couples involved and they had regular parties once per month. The ages ranged from the late 20’s to early 40’s. All four women were very submissive and the men dominant. During the parties, explained Roger, the women might be instructed to perform for the group or they might switch submissive for the evening, giving each woman the chance to be dominated by someone new. (more…)

I was in hospital for a back complaint - nothing serious but something that required physiotherapy, and some pain-killing injections.

It wasn’t long before I began to suspect that one or two of the nurses were not lust simply treating me for my back, although at first I could not be sure and did not like to risk raising the matter with the physician or house doctor.

It was about the third day that it seemed to me that something a little out of the ordinary was happening to me at their hands.

Let me first, however, describe the nurses in question.

One of them stood out for she wore large round-rimmed glasses. She was tall, dark and not the sort to suffer fools gladly. Her colleague was fair, always wore the full nurse’s uniform, but with an extremely short skirt that showed everything. The tall, dark one turned out to be a Sister, while the other was a nurse. Their names - later found out - were Sister Henderson and Nurse Jorgensen. (more…)

We had made arrangements to meet when I was traveling through. We both agreed that no sex would occur, we would honor our commitments to our mates, however we would enjoy an enema session together. There would be no contact of body fluids, we both know we are clean in respect to disease, but this way there would be no reason to worry.

Contact was made and even though we had the entire afternoon, it was agreed upon that we would dispense with preliminaries, and utilize all available time for play. I had rented this motel room and made sure it was a suite that had a sitting area with a couch. I had fantasized of a glass-topped coffee table, but was unable to find one in all the motels in the area. The couch would make a good second choice, I moved it out to the center of the room under the ceiling fixture that would hold the bag.

With an agreed upon time of 1:00 PM, I filled the bag with hot water a few minutes before and hung it from the ceiling. The temperature would be too hot for immediate use, but by the time the preliminary preparations were over, it should be just right. (more…)

 Linda’s birthday was coming up soon and Mike went made a lot of preparations to make this one very special.  He knew of her secret desire to have an audience while being examined by a doctor.  He recruited a couple of friends with the same interests as his own, friends that Linda had never met. He gave them their instructions and asked if they would be willing to play along.  The both agreed with enthusiasm.

On the big day Mike woke Linda up after letting her sleep late. She rolled over and smiled up at him. He frowned and placed his hand upon her forehead.  “I think you’re running a bit of a temp Baby” he whispered to her.  He reached into the night stand and withdrew the rectal thermometer and jar of vaseline. He pulled back the covers, she was wearing only a pair of panties and T-shirt. He opened the vaseline and stuck the rectal thermometer into it. (more…)

Suzie had butterflies in her tummy as she anxiously waited for her 2nd date with Jay & wondered what surprises he would have in store for her this time. She remembered well what he had said to her after their first date, “wait until you see what I have in store for you the next time”.  Ever since then she had been lightheaded with anticipation as to what kind of kinky games he would play with her this time.  She couldn’t help but to slip her fingers into her pussy & begin to play with herself as she recounted the details of their first date.

Suzie was a junior  in college  and an honor roll student.  She was a goody goody two shoes, at least her family and most others thought so, only her best friends knew she lost her virginity when she was 15.

Suzie had been after Jay for some time, a tall handsome, athletic guy on the football team, he was real popular at school and she wanted him bad, but he was so reserved and shy, she just couldn’t get his attention no matter what she did.  She couldn’t understand it.  She was used to getting any guy she wanted.  She was a cheerleader for the football team he was on.  She had long vivacious legs, long blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that attracted men in droves and brains, but for some reason she could not get to him. (more…)

It was with some reluctance that Linda decided to meet with another man with whom she had met on the internet.  The last man sounded so perfect, so nice. They had corresponded for quite awhile before finally meeting for real. In reality he had turned out to be an overbearing, arrogant jerk.  He had complained about everything, including how dirty her car was.  She had made a special dinner, which he didn’t even bother to eat.  The final insult, was when he had gotten dressed after his football game was over and stated “I’m leaving”.  The entire weekend was a total disaster.  She drove him back to the airport in silence, dropped him off and sped away.  When she had calmed down, she had tried to email him to find out what his problem was. It didn’t surprise her very much when she realized that he would no longer talk to her online, nor would he even answer her email. He had obviously done this before with some other poor fool, and she was just his latest victim. It took a long time to get over her feeling of rejection.

So, she was a little apprehensive as she waited for the arrival of Mike.  She had met him online in an enema chat room.  They had talked for sometime about their shared interests. They didn’t bother exchanging photos of each other. “Look”, he had said, “I’m not tall and handsome, but I’m for real and I’ll treat you with respect even if we find we are not attracted to each other”.  “Well, I’m no Marilyn Monroe either, but  have a sense of humor and if you can get past my rough edges you may just find a diamond”.

Linda answered the door when the buzzer sounded. The man standing before her was in his late forties, with greying hair. Mike had lied after all, for Linda could see that he was indeed tall and handsome. “Hi, I’m Mike” he stated and held out the flowers he had brought. (more…)

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