The trumpeting ceased and was replaced by a silence into which crept tendrils of a smell so foul that it was almost impossible to imagine that it had emanated from Squadron Leader Bigglesworth. Algy winced - once again Ginger had reverted to type and his blunt Yorkshire nature had shown itself. Surely, by now, he ought to realise that senior officers, like Royalty, were not subject to the same attributes of the flesh as ordinary mortals. Had Ginger been any sort of gentleman, he would have ignored the matter.

Ginger caught the odour and his apprehension increased. Could it be gangrene?

“I say, sir, if you’re ill, you really ought to see the MO. I mean to say, we need you. England needs you!”

Biggles smiled to himself. Trust Ginger to get straight to the point.

“Well, old chap, I haven’t been getting my share of the thunderbox of late. You know how it is - hours sitting in the cockpit, then a quick refuelling and back to fighting the Hun. Never seem to get the chance…”

Ginger felt a surge of sympathy for this leader of men, this tireless warrior, who was prepared to endure any discomfort in his defence of King and Country.

“If you like, sir, I could cut along to the dispensary and get you some number nines.”

“I’m afraid it’s beyond that stage, old chap. I’ve been swallowing bucketfuls of the wretched things and all they have given me is this blasted wind. Damn bad show, especially in the cockpit. Needs drastic action - only the good old botty pipe will sort it out.”

“Then surely you have to see the MO, sir?”

Ginger winced as the eyes of the other two swivelled to the wall above the fireplace. He didn’t seem to be able to say anything nowadays without putting up a black. And he surely should have remembered about the squadron medic - Flight Lieutenant O’Hara. Ginger had been the first pilot to take a flight medical with the new doctor and he had just lain there in disbelief and terror as the doctor had performed on him an act that every Christian boy knew caused weakness of the limbs and defective eyesight - things that were doubly serious for a fighter pilot!

Good old Biggles had solved the problem when Ginger had managed to blurt out what had transpired. The horsewhip still hung above the fire, coiled elegantly around the joystick from an ME109. The doctor had now accepted that it was none of his business to interfere with the running of the air war - in fact, Biggles had restored old Pappy Hodges to flying duties and the doctor had signed the chit without a word. They had needed to wangle a posthumous DFC for good old Pappy after the crew of a Lancaster had finally needed to shoot him out of the sky as he attacked them with the fervour of a man possessed, but now his name would be inscribed forever in the squadron roll of honour.

“Oh. Yes, I see that, sir. But maybe one of the sick bay attendants could oblige?”

Algy’s face turned purple.

“What on earth are you suggesting, Ginger? That the skipper bares a commissioned arse in front of an other rank? Have a care - that’s verging on socialism!”

Ginger mumbled an apology and fled from the mess, appalled that he could even have thought of a non-commissioned person perpetrating such an indignity on a leader of men. Then he had another of his ideas and headed towards the hangars.

When Ginger burst into the mess again, carrying a strange-looking apparatus, Biggles and Algy sighed - this would not be the first “bright idea” from Flying Officer Hebblethwaite. His last creation, a spinning disk with a hexagonal hole in the centre, designed to unscrew the propellers of enemy aircraft, now served behind the bar as the best bottle opener the steward had ever seen.

“What ho, Ginger! Another secret weapon?”

Ginger held it out to Algy.

“It’s an automatic syringe for the skipper to use.”

Algy inspected it closely.

“I see - a hydraulic cylinder. Very clever. And an oxygen bottle. Is this the actuator?”

The device recoiled as a solid jet of water was ejected. It shot straight upwards, punching a hole in the plaster ceiling and producing ominous flickering from the electrical system together with a series of high pitched emissions of gas from Biggles. Algy looked at the device with admiration.
 
 

Note : Algy’s comment was almost prophetic. The device was dropped and then passed to the Luftwaffe research organisation where opinion was divided between it being an aerial poison gas dispenser and some sort of devilish device to project opaque liquid over the windscreens of German fighters. The resulting confusion delayed by several months the introduction of the first jet fighter.“Wizard prang! Nanny would have loved one of these - she could have combined deer shooting with looking after little boy’s bottoms. But don’t you think it’s maybe a little … sudden?”

“It’s not my fault. I was going to bleed off some of the oxygen before using it.”

“Ah - that would make all of the difference. But Skip is only bunged up - he doesn’t need his tonsils out at the same time.”

Biggles finally recovered the power of speech. He was perfectly willing to face Jerry in aerial combat several times a day, but not Ginger’s invention. Besides, it almost certainly violated the Geneva Convention.
 
 

Note : Leigh Mallory’s concept of ambushing some German raids with overwhelming firepower whilst ignoring others met with a lot of opposition at first. Once tried, it proved the most successful tactical change of the air war, and cut pilot losses very considerably. Many senior officers felt that it wasn’t quite “cricket”.“Get that damn thing out of here, Algy. Get rid of it.”

Algy turned it over in his hands.

“I know - I’ll take it up to the bomber chappies. They can drop it over Berlin. If it scares Hitler as much as it scares me, they’ll surrender within the week!”

Ginger looked at the floor, covered with shame. Algy slapped him on the back.

“Cheer up, old thing. All the skipper needs is some rubber tubing - see what you can scavenge.”
 
 
 
 

The results of Ginger’s efforts went unappreciated again. Algy gazed in wonder at the length of tubing - it was more than an inch wide and covered in some sort of woven canvas.

“I say - it’s for the skipper you know, not some bally costive elephant.”

“I know it’s a bit large, but it was the smallest that they had. Flight Sergeant Blake said it can withstand 2000 pounds of hydraulic pressure.”

“I see. We’re back to taking tonsils out again, are we? Or do you really intend to do what the Germans haven’t managed and spread the squadron leader thinly over the countryside?”

“I’ve still got my boy scout knife. I can cut off the canvas and whittle the rest of it down to size.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ginger…..”

“I say, you chaps, what’s the problem, eh?”

They turned to see the newest recruit to the squadron, Flight Lieutenant the Lord “Bertie” Lissie, draped languidly over one of the old armchairs, his Russian cigarette smouldering in the end of its ivory holder. Algy scowled - peer of the realm or not, Bertie was too recent an addition to poke his nose into the skipper’s problems.

Ginger had no such inhibitions. To even be spoken to by a real lord was an honour, and he could not see any reason to conceal things from him.

“Well, your lordship,….”

“Ginger - it’s Bertie, remember. We’re all equal here.”

“Well, the skipper has a problem with his bowels, so we were trying to find some way of relieving it.”

Bertie jumped up.

“What ho, Biggles? Touch of the dreaded bung eh?”

Biggles sighed. He couldn’t handle Bertie, who seemed to think that a peerage absolved him from normal military courtesies like saluting and addressing his commanding officer with respect.

“If you absolutely must know, Bertie, yes - I have a stoppage.”

“Haw haw! Sounds like pay-day, what? Stoppage for damage to quarters, eh?”

Algy grabbed Bertie by the arm.

“I say, keep your voice down. The stewards will hear.”

Bertie looked down his nose at Algy.

“Stewards? What of it? Servants know their place - they won’t talk out of turn.”

“They will, though. Anyway - this is a serious matter. You shouldn’t laugh at the skipper.”

Bertie looked momentarily contrite, then reverted to form.

“I say, Biggles old dear. We’re due to stand down tomorrow - why don’t you take a spot of leave and come up to town with me. I know a little place in the West End - very discreet - that will solve your little problem for you.”

Ginger and Algy looked at each other in surprise, while Biggles scowled his disapproval. Finally Algy spoke.

“Is this true, sir? We stand down? Oh, jolly good - I haven’t seen pater and mater for absolutely ages!”

“It’s not settled yet.”

In his heart, though, Biggles knew that it was. He had fought tooth and nail to keep his squadron in the line because, deep down, he knew that it was what his boys wanted. He was still trying to persuade the AOC that it was a mistake to stand down, particularly since they were due to be replaced by a squadron of Poles who could have nipped this whole thing in the bud if they had really stood up to the Huns. Heavens above - most of them spoke German and it was almost treason to let them dress in the King’s uniform!

The worst thing, though, was that Biggles had been told that they wanted him to take a promotion to Wing Commander and a posting to the Air Ministry. The AOC had been complimentary of course when he said that Biggles had done enough and that the country really could not afford the loss of more skilled pilots - he had even sweetened the deal with a promise of a DSO - but Biggles knew in his heart of hearts that no other commander could inspire so many of his young charges to give their lives so unsparingly for their King and Country.

He sighed deeply.

“I’m afraid it’s true, Algy. I’m sorry - there’s no more I can do to stop it.”

“Oh, don’t worry, sir. When they see what a mess the next people make of it, they’ll soon have us back in harness!”

Biggles blinked away a stray tear. With men like this, how could England not be victorious?
 
 
 
 

Bertie was adamant. As soon as the signal to stand down was received, he bundled Biggles into his open-top sports car and they roared towards London, pausing only for Bertie to refresh himself with a few pints of Nutbrown Ale and a large Scotch that he charmed out of the barmaid. They drew up in front of a dignified old building and Bertie started towards the door. Biggles restrained him.

“I’d rather you made yourself scarce, Bertie. This is going to be a somewhat embarrassing experience for me and I would really prefer to do it alone.”

“Fine by me, old bean. Just tell the woman that Lord Bertie sent you and then say exactly what you want.”

It felt like first time in Big School as Biggles tentatively opened the large front door. Inside was considerably more welcoming than the façade - a cheerfully decorated reception area with a well dressed middle aged woman sitting at an antique desk. She rose and smiled at him as he entered.

“Good afternoon, Colonel. What service can we offer you?”

Biggles swallowed hard. It was much easier to face a brace of ME110 than this!

“Lord Bertie suggested that I came to you for treatment. And it’s squadron leader, not colonel.”

The woman’s face was suddenly wreathed in smiles.

“How is his lordship? He was really worried that he was going to be posted to a squadron with a suicidal commander.”

Biggles smiled proudly.

“No, my dear, he was posted to the finest squadron in the entire RAF. I’m his CO.”

“Are you really? Gosh - you must feel really honoured to have Bertie in your lot. He’s really something!”

Biggles smiled condescendingly.

“It’s not quite like that, my dear. Can we get on with it please?”

“Of course, Admiral. What exactly is it that you require?”

Biggles felt himself beginning to redden. Bowels were not something that one discussed in front of the fair sex. He waved vaguely in the direction of his nether regions. The lady smiled.

“Same thing as his lordship then?”

Biggles nodded, relieved at being absolved from the necessity to be anatomical.

“Come along then. Miss Prism is free.”

Biggles blinked as he was ushered into a basement room. In the centre was a wooden contraption like an inverted V and, to his horror, it had substantial leather straps attached to it.

“If you would just disrobe, General. Do you require restraints?”

Biggles bridled. A man who daily risked his life fighting the Hun never needed restraints. Of course, Bertie probably would - his record in the air was pretty dismal. He shook his head firmly.

“Well then, Captain, I’ll leave you to prepare yourself. If you don’t mind, Miss Prism prefers her boys to be in position when she arrives for their treatment.”

It took all of his courage for Biggles to strip to the buff and drape himself over the contraption. At least he wouldn’t need to look the nurse in the eye this way - he could focus on the floor.

“YOU BAD, WICKED BOY!”

Biggles jumped as he heard the female shout, then held on to the wood with a grip of death as a loud cracking noise was immediately followed by a searing pain in his backside. He managed to scramble out of the way of the second blow and retreated from the fearsome spectacle of a leather-clad woman wielding a riding crop.

“MADAM! What on earth do you think you are doing?”

“Thrashing a naughty boy who has not been taking care of his botty!”

Biggles was outraged. He tore the crop from her hands and threw it into the corner. Miss Prism fled as the Squadron Leader advanced towards her, his hands stretched out to grab hold of her. Biggles pursued her, determined to exact vengeance for the insult.

At the sound of a bell, the corridor was suddenly full of women. Obviously foreign spies, thought Biggles, as they gripped him so painfully that he dared not move. No English girl would ever stay in the presence of a naked man, let alone force him to the ground and sit on his head!

“Let him up. What on earth do you think you are playing at, sergeant?”

Biggles blushed at the implication that he was acting like an other rank.

“I’m sorry, madam. I came in here to have my….”

He finally managed to utter the word.

“…constipation relieved, and next thing I knew, that woman assaulted me!”

The lady looked abashed - as well she ought.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant. His lordship always likes a little…muscular stimulation beforehand. To tone him up, so to speak. I’m sorry - I thought you wanted the same.”

Biggles felt his anger ebb away. Of course - his muscles would be out of condition. But surely there was a less violent way of restoring it? The lady grasped him firmly by the elbow.

“Come along with me, Major. I’ll escort you to the irrigation suite.”

Biggles inclined his head and walked away with as much dignity as total nudity and a searing stripe across his backside permitted. The irrigation suite looked much more like a hospital - a large, padded leather chair and an array of tubes and taps.

“Take a seat, please.”

Biggles tensed as the chair swung backwards, then blushed as his legs were lifted into supports that rendered him feeling very vulnerable and exposed.

“I’m afraid that I must insist on restraint, Colonel. There must be no repetition of that last incident.”

“I need no restraint, madam. The woman took me by surprise.”

“Nevertheless….”

She deftly trussed Biggles into the chair with thick leather straps. He tried to move, but they held him firmly but gently. He sighed - he would just have to put up with it, however unnecessary.

The woman who entered was wearing a nurse’s uniform, much to his relief - Biggles had been somewhat dreading someone else dressed in leather and metal studs. It was evident that the clothing ration was biting hard - her dress was far too short for her and the front strained against buttons that seemed on the point of bursting free.

“Good afternoon, sir. A nice enema?”

“Nothing nice about it, young lady. Just get on with it, eh?”

His rudeness did not seem to perturb her as she drew on long, thin rubber gloves that slid most of the way up to her elbow.

“Just an examination. Nothing to worry about.”

Biggles eyes opened to their furthest extent and his eyeballs threatened to fall out of his head as she calmly dipped her finger in some sort of unguent and then slid it into his fundament. She pushed hard against him, her finger probing deeply inside his body, her front clearly revealing the fact that she had not enough clothing coupons even to purchase a brassiere. Biggles closed his eyes to conceal his utter horror as his membrum virile responded by standing erect. He started to stammer an apology as the nurse saw his state. Then she stepped back and smiled.

“Oh - I see. You’re a BOY! What’s your name, dearie?”

“Biggles.”

“Well now, young man, you can call me Matron. How long have you had this problem?”

“Long time…Matron.”

“Let’s just have a little look, shall we? Be a good boy and hold still for me.”

The wood of the chair creaked as Biggles strained against the straps when the finger invaded his rectum again. This time the woman let her eyes linger on his shame.

“My, my. We are a big boy, aren’t we?”

“Let me go. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Now then, you know what happens to little boys who don’t do their daily duty, don’t you? They need a dose of Matron’s botty pipe!”

“I don’t want any bloody pipe. Let me out of here.”

“Hush, Biggles. You know you have to have it. Be a good boy and keep quiet whilst I prepare it for you.”

“For god’s sake. LET ME OUT OF HERE. Aaargh….”

His voice was abruptly cut off as she popped some sort of rubber object into his mouth and secured it with tapes.

“Now then, Master Biggles, see what happens to naughty boys when they don’t do what matron tells them? That will keep you quiet.”

Biggles gagged on the taste of the thing, then watched as “matron” produced a length of rubber tube attached to a nozzle of such proportions that Ginger’s homicidal creation looked suddenly to be the favoured option. He could hear the blood roaring in his ears and he could feel his face turning purple as he strained to break free of his bonds, but the nurse just smiled sweetly at him.

“Now then, Biggles, this won’t hurt you. Be a brave boy for Matron.”

Biggles screamed silently as the awful monster pushed against his bottom, then saw a red mist in front of his eyes as it was delicately, but very firmly, forced into position.

“Good boy. Now we need a little warm, soapy water for your bottom.”

Biggles had a vision of a Spitfire on the tarmac, being refuelled as fast as possible as the torrent of liquid suddenly surged into his bowels. It took a few seconds of panic before he realised that he wasn’t going to drown, that it didn’t really hurt and that it was evoking a very strange reaction in him. Even the pain of the stripe was somehow changed into a warm glow that made him feel just like that time when his comrades had taken the newly commissioned and somewhat inebriated Bigglesworth behind the pub and handed him over to the barmaid to break him in to the squadron.

He slowly ceased his struggles as sensations overwhelmed him. For some strange reason, it seemed as though he was pursuing a JU88, walking his tracer down the machine until the crew disintegrated into a red mist…

Biggles opened his eyes, overwhelmed with the shame of it all, to find Matron milking the last drops of semen from him.

“Well now, we really needed that, didn’t we?”

He was suddenly aware of another urge, this time in his bowels. Biggles followed the tube with his eyes and winced when he saw the size of the container, now empty, attached to it. His panic increased as he felt his bowels give way under the unequal strain. Then he relaxed - of course, that damn nozzle thing wouldn’t let anything past it. Didn’t stop it hurting though!

Matron operated some mechanism and the chair moved to an upright position. His legs, still strapped to the supports, were restored to a normal sitting position. Then he felt the nozzle move and closed his eyes to the horror of the fact that he could not hold the liquid.

Then he relaxed. Damn clever of them - the chair was plumbed into the drains! Matron removed his gag and he sighed with satisfaction as the problem of his constipation solved itself. She beamed at him.

“There’s a good boy! Now how about a nice rinse….?”

Biggles walked with a spring in his step as he was finally released. Unorthodox, maybe, but Matron had certainly worked wonders. He felt a few moments of regret that he had aborted the treatment of Miss Prism - the glow his backside was really quite pleasant now.

The lady at the desk waved away his offer to pay.

“Not at all, Squadron Leader. Lord Bertie had given instructions for it to be put on his account. Will you be staying in London?”

“Er…possibly. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I thought you might like to make another appointment. We’re booked for weeks ahead, what with the Household Cavalry and all of those generals on the staff…..”

I considered skipping the whole thing, but I really needed to ace today’s SATs and I wanted to get rid of the build-up of tension and frustration and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before tackling them - the maelstrom of college application started straight after summer vacation and I really did want a major league college place if only to prove to my father that I could do it.

It might seem strange that a eighteen year old guy was voluntarily taking an enema. It all started when I was fourteen and had been talked into going to boarding school by my dad. This place was his old school, and he attributed a lot of his success to the education he had received here. I was pretty doubtful at first, but he described the place in such glowing terms that I eventually agreed to try it. Much to my surprise, his description had been 100% accurate - it was a good school, the teachers were first class and my fellow students were good guys. The only problem, of course, was an enforced celibacy - at the age where my peer group at home were screwing themselves silly, I was still very much a virgin. That hadn’t seemed so important when I started, but now it was steadily driving me up the wall with frustration.

Anyway, after I had been at the school for about a month, the change in diet and the hard, chalky water conspired to produce a bad case of constipation. I was a more trusting sort of guy in those days, so I just went along to the nurse’s office like we had been told. I knocked at the door, then went in when I was told, and promptly fell in love with the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. She was absolutely gorgeous, a brown, tanned creature in a crisp white dress. She spoke in a voice that made me shiver.

“Hi there! What’s your name?”

“Wayne, ma’am.”

“Well then, Wayne, what’s the problem?”

I just couldn’t find the words to say that I hadn’t taken a shit for a week. In fact, I was temporarily mute, reduced to pointing wordlessly at my stomach.

“Well then, let’s have a look, shall we? Hop up on the couch and loosen your trousers please.”

Her hands were smooth and cool as they glided over my stomach, slipping under the elastic of my shorts and stopping just an inch short of my small crop of hair. She turned away and I heard a sort of rustling sound.

“Just turn on your side for me, darling.”

She actually called me ‘darling’. I was so overcome by the word that I just rolled over without a thought.

“Lift your hips up, Wayne.”

Then, before I had time to react, she had pulled my pants down and exposed my butt. My romantic mood was rudely shattered - how could I imagine dating someone who had just casually stripped me of all my dignity.

“Curl up please, hug your knees real hard.”

She didn’t give me time to think, let alone ask my permission. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a cold sensation on my asshole, then a pressure that forced it wide open and finally the gut-wrenching sensation of something pushing right up inside me. It took a moment before I realized that she was using her finger to feel around my rectum. Her timing was immaculate. Just as I mustered enough strength to protest, the finger was gone and she was already stripping off the thin glove and dumping it in a garbage sack.

I jumped from the couch and jerked my pants back into position - I can remember looking around for the door as I considered making a run for it. The nurse was unfazed.

“Well, Wayne, there’s no doubt about you being constipated. Never mind, we’ll soon have that fixed.”

She was just so casual. This smiling lady gave no sign that she had just performed an act of the utmost degradation on another human being. She bent down and opened a cupboard, then extracted something red and rubbery.

“Have you ever had an enema, Wayne?”

“Er…no.”

I didn’t like to admit that I hadn’t even heard the word before.

“Well, there’s nothing to it. Just some nice warm water to soften everything up so you can pass it all.”

I was somewhat slow on the uptake but, as I watched her preparations, the full horror of what she was going to do began to dawn on me. Trouble was, I was only fourteen, a new kid at the school, and not yet capable of standing up to authority.

“Right - back on the couch, same way as before.”

She was really going to do it! I tried to resist, but somehow I suddenly found myself back on the couch, my pants somewhere round my knees, my butt completely exposed.

“Good boy. Just relax now.”

I suppose it must have had something to do with the prior dilation, but my asshole seemed wide open. I felt the blunt end of the tube prodding into flesh - flesh inside of me - as she slowly fed it into my rectum. Each touch was producing incredible feelings that were turning me on like never before, making my prick stand rigid, trapped between my thighs and my stomach.

I couldn’t believe what it was doing to me. Like most small kids I had played doctor and taken my turn to have my intimate parts prodded and probed by my excited peer group - that had felt kinda exciting and nice, but it was nothing compared to this. I could feel the water now, tingling inside of me as it stimulated sensitive tissue, producing weirdly exciting effects as my rectum slowly distended under the gentle but insistent pressure.

I could not resist the rising tide of pleasure that engulfed me as discomfort turned to something else and concentrated all of my attention on the wonderful electric thrills that were coursing through my erection. It still came as a surprise, though, when I felt muscular contractions inside of me, pumping a flood of milky stickiness on to me and then running on to the couch.

The nurse didn’t give any sign that she had noticed. She just flicked the tube out and slapped my butt.

“All done. The toilets are down the corridor.”

Somehow I made it, my sphincter screaming with the effort of holding the liquid, and collapsed into a gushing heap on the commode. It was still a difficult shit - my anus protested as huge lumps forced themselves out and splashed my butt with spray as they landed. But the feeling - the heavenly feeling of relief. That made it all worthwhile.

It seems stupid when I say that the experience changed my life. Lives are meant to be changed by dramatic things, lives, loves and deaths, not by a couple of feet of rubber tubing and a quart of soapsuds, but nevertheless things have never been the same since that dramatic occurrence in the nurse’s office. I spent the rest of that semester reliving every delicious moment while I grunted and gasped and pumped until my prick was so sensitive that even the touch of the cotton of my shorts became almost unbearable.

I heard the rattle of the door handle and then jumped to my feet in shock as Krista Summers emerged. She was one of five girls who attended the school - daughters of teachers availing themselves of free tuition - and she was in my class.

I watched as she did the duck waddle down the corridor - I knew that walk so well, anus clamped tight against the pressure. She was wearing a pleated skirt and carrying something white in her hand.

Then I realized what it was - a pair of panties. The white cotton panties that so excited us boys when we caught a glimpse of them. She was obviously nearing disaster point, though, because she suddenly abandoned her attempt at a slow dignified walk and clasped her butt while she broke into a run and slammed open the door to the small toilet and then crashed it closed behind her.

“Oh. Hello, Wayne. Come in.”

Had I needed confirmation of the fact that Krista had just been given an enema, it lay before me. The enema bag on its stand, the tube draped into the sink, the extension tube lying on the bench. The nurse looked real serious.

“Wayne - what happens in this room is confidential. I don’t want any careless talk amongst the boys.”

“‘Course not.”

“Good. Now what brings you here so early? SATs?”

I nodded. The nurse and I understood each other by now. She started to refill the bag.

“Top drawer, Wayne. I need a fresh tube.”

That was the first time I ever actually touched a rectal tube. There were several in the drawer, two larger than the others. I selected one of them and carried it over to the nurse - she raised her eyebrows but made no other comment.

We had developed a sort of ritual over the years. After my vacation, I had summoned up all of my courage and pretended to be constipated and in need of an enema. She had obliged, using the same position as before, with the same resulting mess on the couch. Next time she changed the position, and produced a stool of convenient height, covered with a towel, for me to drape myself across with my pants round my ankles - complete removal of the garments produced too many problems in getting them back on again before the agonizing process of making it to the toilet. I never quite decided whether the function of the towel was simply to absorb liquid or if she really knew what was going on and thought that its extra friction would be useful.

As I lay across the stool, I tried to recall just how many enemas I had taken over the previous three years - at least twenty, maybe more. Some from the nurse, others from Aunt Jennifer, each with a different technique, all satisfying and stimulating.

I didn’t bother to pretend any more. I grunted with appreciation as the tube wormed its way into me, savoring the strange electric shocks that radiated from it. A thought struck me - this time next year I would be getting ready to go to college. Somehow I doubted whether the services available to freshmen would include regular enemas from an obliging nurse - it was a sobering prospect.

The nurse ran the water in slowly. It felt different - the thicker tube was distending me more than usual, making the sensations more intense. I felt my body take over, moving me in the rhythm that rubbed my penis against the rough towel, grunting again as it pulsed and spewed out its accumulated semen.

That was always the end of the process. I felt the slither as the tube was extracted and waited for the ritual slap on my butt that signified release, then did my own duck waddle to the toilet - fortunately Krista had vanished by then, although the seat was still warm and a faint smell of perfume lingered in the small room, producing yet another erection and a few drops of an apology for semen.

The tests were no problem. I left the room knowing that I had answered almost every question correctly, avoiding meeting the eyes of Krista who had taken a desk at the very back. She would ace it, of course - she always did.

I needed to let off steam after the tension of poring over exam papers, so I changed into my shorts and made for the tennis courts, arriving there just too late - every one was taken.

One of the courts was unofficially reserved for the girls. I suppose they lived a pretty claustrophobic life really - they appeared for classes and meals, they played sports on their own and generally had nothing to do with the boys - they didn’t live in the dorm, of course.

The four younger ones were engaged in a squealing doubles match, and I sat down on a bench and waited until I could find a game. Krista appeared, in a crisp white tennis outfit, and I pretended not to see her but, to my surprise she walked over and sat down on the other end of the bench. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, not quite sure what she might do.

What actually happened stunned me. She lifted up the side of her white pleated skirt, right up to her waist, revealing her panties and then pushed her hand inside them. It took a few moments before I realized that they weren’t really panties - they were sports briefs that were meant to be seen, and they had a small pocket tucked away inside the top. Her hand came back out clutching several crumpled bills that she laid on the bench between us.

“Fifty three bucks. That’s all I’ve got.”

I could not even begin to imagine what she meant.

“Huh? What’s this for?”

“It’s yours if you promise not to tell anybody what you saw this morning.”

I was insulted both by the offer and the fact that she obviously thought that I was going to tell the whole world about her getting an enema.

“Keep your money, Krista. I wasn’t going to squeal on you anyway.”

Then I had an inspiration.

“…but I wouldn’t refuse a game of tennis.”

“And be whupped by a girl?”

“That will be the day!”

Krista jumped up and cleared the court of the younger girls, and then proceeded to demonstrate that she had not been boasting. It was close - I was stronger and faster, but she was more skilful and much more crafty - but she won in the end. We collapsed back on to the bench, panting and sweating.

Strangely, the jeers of the younger boys at my defeat did not worry me. I had always respected Krista’s academic ability - she and I had jockeyed for top place in science for years, and her sporting prowess was simply another facet of competition.

“OK - I’ll beat you next time.”

“In your dreams!”

It was a comfortable, companionable feeling.

“I beat you in the last physics test!”

“I beat you at math.”

We grinned at each other. Then Krista get serious.

“Wayne - did you see the notice about the science fair?”

I nodded.

“Yeah. So what? Nobody ever enters.”

“I want to. I’ve got a brilliant idea. Want to team up?”

It was an intriguing prospect. I was getting to like her more and more.

“What’s this brilliant idea?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

She raced off with me in pursuit. I thought we were going to the library, or maybe the lab, but she made a sharp turn into the garden of her house. I stopped dead - this was officer country.

“Oh come on, Wayne. Mom and dad won’t eat you.”

Strange houses and strange adults, particularly teachers, still scared me, but Krista just grabbed my sleeve and dragged me inside to encounter a slightly puzzled smile from her mother.

“Oh - hello there. Wayne, isn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am…Mrs. Summers…”

Krista was jumping around with excitement.

“Mom - Wayne and I are going to enter the science fair. Isn’t that great?”

“Yes dear. Now why don’t you go and clean up?”

Krista vanished with a grin, and her mother produced a towel and showed me to a small washroom on the ground floor.

“Come into the dining room when you’re ready.”

At least I managed to wash most of the sweat off, but I was conscious of the fact that my shirt and shorts were still damp and starting to smell. Krista had obviously showered - she was fresh and sweet smelling in a loose cotton frock, making me feel even more conscious of my dishevelment.

Her mother had obviously made quite an effort - a pile of sandwiches, a pitcher of iced orange and an enormous tub of ice cream. Her father appeared, pipe in mouth, and greeted me with one of his typical grunts, but one disarmed by a smile as he displayed an enormous appetite for ice cream. Tea over, Krista grabbed hold of me again.

“Come on - I want to show you what I found.”

She dragged me into her room, a space as untidy as any bot could have managed. My eyes were immediately drawn to the heap of clothes on the bed - her tennis top and skirt, then white briefs and what I later discovered was called a sports bra. Krista blushed and swept the things into a heap in the corner of the room and the produced a dog-eared copy of Scientific American.

“Look at this - in Martin Gardner’s column - an ultraviolet laser that you can make yourself. What a project!”

My interest was aroused - I had never heard of such a device.

“See - you use a high voltage spark to get the energy. It makes some plasma and that lases!”

It looked simple, but I had a suspicion that maybe it wasn’t going to be that easy. Still - winning a science fair would look good on my college application. I felt quite enthusiastic.

“Hey - maybe this would work. It’s worth a try.”

To my astonishment, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks, Wayne. And thanks for not saying anything.”

Something seemed to snap inside of me, and I felt compelled to tell the truth.

“Actually, Krista, I was there for the same thing.”

“You had to take an enema? Who sent you?”

“Nobody. I just went. I wanted to be on top form for the SATs paper.”

She looked at me in astonishment.

“That’s why I was there! Mom got real concerned because I was so worried, so she called the nurse and sent me to take an enema.”

I felt nonplussed.

“Why did she send you to the nurse? Couldn’t she just do it herself?”

Krista shook her head.

“She used to - when I was a little kid - but she said it would be better to have someone neutral now. Actually, I’m quite glad she did. Mom and me are just like sisters really, and it would have made me feel awkward if she had done it. It sure worked though - mind you, I didn’t realize that there was no toilet in that office until it was nearly too late!”

We both burst into laughter as she mimed her walk, a look of pretended agony on her face, her hand clutching desperately at her butt.

The project went badly at first - we produced smoke and smells of ozone, but that was about all. I spent hours in the metal shop, machining stainless steel to tolerances that I had not though possible, aided by the teacher’s stash of precision diamond grinding wheels. Finally, it worked. In some ways it was a total anti-climax - all that happened was that a neat circle of thin paper vanished. Not burned, not vaporized by heat, just falling into a cloud of invisible atoms as the UV quanta shattered the atomic bonds in the material.

We won the state competition by miles. Nobody had seen anything like it and our display attracted large audiences and a lot of admiration. The real surprise was the fact that winning meant an automatic entry in the national finals in New York.

Time was short, but the reflected glory of our success produced as much help as we could use to refine our entry to a more professional standard. Finally, we were ensconced in a New York hotel and spent an exhausting day setting everything up, testing and rehearsing for the big day.

Our parents were with us, of course, and the two sets seemed to be getting on fine together. After dinner, Krista and I decided to take a walk - we were both stressed out and we needed some time to go over the material one last time.

It was all going horribly wrong. We seemed to have forgotten everything. We paused and looked in shop windows without really seeing anything. Krista sighed.

“I wish we were back at school. I could really use one of nurse’s enemas now to clear my mind and help me relax.”

Fate took a hand. We were right next to a shop whose window was displaying, amongst other weird things, a large enema bag. Krista grasped my hand tightly.

“We could always buy one of those.”

“Yes - but who could we get to use it on us? My mom doesn’t believe in enemas, and if you think I’m taking my pants down for yours…”

She squeezed even tighter.

“We don’t need our mothers. For heaven’s sake - we’ve just designed and built an ultraviolet laser - surely we can handle an enema!”

The guy in the shop was quite young - that helped to keep the embarrassment level down. He wrapped up out purchase, complete with a tube just like the nurse used, and whispered in my ear.

“Way to go, man! Turns the chicks on like crazy! Give her one for me.”
 
 
 
 

We hid the bag away until everyone was going to bed, then Krista came to my room and we unwrapped the purchases. We were both flushed and excited, and my hands trembled as I filled the bag and hung it up in the bathroom.

I had tacitly assumed that each of us would use the equipment on our own. I did the gentlemanly thing and deferred to Krista.

“OK. You can go first. I’ll wait in the bedroom.”

There was a long pause, and I could detect her inner struggle. Finally she came to a decision - the second turning point in my life.

“No. It will be better if we do it to each other. It’ll be just fine if we’re adult about it - after all, it’s just a normal thing, and we’re good buddies. No need to think that we’ve got to have sex just because we take our clothes off, is there? As long as only one of us gets undressed at a time.”

With that she pulled her shirt over her head and then wriggled out of her jeans then stood, apparently totally unconcerned, in her underwear.

“Do my strap.”

She backed up to me and I somehow managed to unhook her bra strap and watched it join her other garments on the floor, followed immediately by a pair of plain cotton panties.

Krista knelt on the floor, then looked round at me.

“Get on with it - this is really undignified, you know.”

It was the greatest effort of my life to pretend that this was just business. She smelled female - musky and exciting. She was hairy back there - that surprised me, because somehow I had never realized that girls could suffer from the same problems in that area as I did. Right there was the little crinkled circle of her anus, the dot on the exclamation point of the slit between her legs.

Somehow I managed to get the tube in without either coming on the spot or giving in to the urge to make mad, passionate love to her right there and then. My own sprit resonated to the deep sigh that she emitted as I gingerly pushed an inch or two of the rubber tube into position.

At least I could concentrate on the injection. I watched as she wriggled and squirmed whenever the flow was too fast and responded to her urgent calls to slow things down. Funny though - at the same time as I lusted after her body, I felt sort of tender, honored to be trusted this much by a fellow human being.

At long last Krista indicated that she had taken enough and staggered to the toilet while I fled into the bedroom as she started to squirt into the bowl. I created a personal record - two orgasms in succession as I jerked off into a towel.

Then it was my turn. Krista was fully dressed when she opened the bathroom door and beckoned for me to enter.

I suppose it was because I was still an innocent boy that my only feeling as I undressed was one of extreme embarrassment at having a girl see me naked. At least my frantic jerking has just about paralyzed my sexual functions, because the best that my tortured organ could manage was a sort of droopy half-erection, sparing me the final humiliation of displaying my penis in a state of excitement.

That changed as soon as I felt the touch of the rectal tube. Partly it was just the normal effect, partly the realization that we had not thought to wash the thing, so it was still wet and glistening from its trip into Krista. She was rough - much more so that Aunt Jennifer or the nurse - and that added to my excitement as the end of the rectal tube pressed hard into my rectum, jabbing into unknown and unknowable but extremely sensitive areas on its journey.

I also realized that it is one thing to get an enema from an obliging aunt or a dispassionate nurse but something entirely different when the wielder of the tube is your own age and extremely eligible in sexual terms. The enema transformed me into a mass of quivering flesh, twitching uncontrollably as one set of sensations after another leapt through my flesh.

I could hardly stand when Krista pulled the tube out and left the room. I was so exhausted that I could not even summon up the energy to jerk off as my bowels emptied spontaneously.

Then the anti-climax. A brief hug, a kiss on the cheek, and Krista was gone to her own room, leaving me shattered from the awesome experience.
 
 
 
 

Both of us were on top form at breakfast. Krista’s dad surprised me by actually winking at me.

“That walk obviously did the trick, Wayne.”

Then he grinned as Krista spluttered her coffee back into its cup. For the first time I began to appreciate that the adult world had once been young and in love, and also that they realized that we too were starting on the process of courtship with maybe a vague idea of grandchildren lurking in the backs of their minds.

It was a nerve-racking day. The judges did not announce what they were doing, but it was obvious that projects were being cut at various stages with increased concentration on the remainder. At least it was down to four of us, and we were subjected to intensive grilling in turn.

The announcement of the results was a calculated cruelty. We weren’t third or second. That left either winners or the nowhere of fourth position. The chief judge built up the tension before dramatically indicating Krista and me as overall winners.

Everything went crazy. Our parents were there, pounding our backs, Krista was screaming at the top of her voice, then suddenly she leapt on me and fastened her arms around me before kissing me right on the mouth. There was laughter and cheering before things settled down and we accepted our trophy and the envelope containing the prize that I had not dared even to imagine winning. Two whole weeks at the International Youth Science conference. In London, England.

We celebrated that evening, although it was a close thing when Krista’s mother suggested that it would be a wonderful idea to come along with us. We held our breaths and prayed until her dad vetoed the suggestion.

“No, honey. It’s a thing for young people, and they won’t want us hanging around. What say we go over there at the end of the conference and take a month on vacation?”

My parents greeted the idea with enthusiasm, and we relaxed. Two whole weeks with a bunch of kids from all round the world and no parents sounded great. So did the conference. The lectures ranged from a Nobel prize-winner talking on theoretical physics to one on witchcraft - given by a real witch! Plenty of free time, visits to the sights - absolutely fantastic!

We were feted on our return to school, particularly when somebody posted a newspaper picture of Krista and me engaged in a kiss under some corny headline about young scientists who both work and play. She and I maintained a stony silence in the face of knowing grins and leading questions, producing the inevitable strong belief that we had slept together in New York.
 
 
 
 

It was a relief to finally board the plane - my dad had upgraded our tickets to coach and we relaxed in the comfortable seats as the coast of the US faded behind us. To out surprise, we were provided with individual one-glass bottles of wine with out meal and offered brandy afterwards. We grinned at each other and accepted, then slept for just about the rest of the flight.

London Airport proved to be a grim place, populated by police in flak jackets who carried machine guns and didn’t talk to anyone. It was strange to be in a country that looked like it was at war - we had read about the IRA and Muslim terrorists, but the security precautions brought it home in no uncertain fashion. Actually it was quite easy to get to the conference - the subway ran right from the airport and deposited us in South Kensington, a leafy suburb that housed the imposing Imperial College which was host to the assembly of young scientists.

The next surprise was that we seemed to have totally misjudged the English. Like most Americans we had always thought of them as pretty staid, conservatively dressed and old-fashioned. The dorm, or Hall of Residence, dented that impression.

The rooms were all singles and the place was co-ed with a vengeance. Right down to the bathrooms. Krista asked the way to one, then emerged squealing when she found a couple of boys taking a piss. The porter explained slowly that the hall was integrated, not co-ed, that the bathrooms were unisex, not mixed, and left us with the impression that we were slightly retarded colonials. The English kids were obviously used to the extreme informality, but two Indian girls were reduced to tears before someone from their embassy called and took them to more suitable quarters.

The place had two bars as well, run by the students and doing good business after supper - the liquor laws here seemed to be interpreted extremely liberally. Even I felt shocked as I watched partnerships for in a short space of time and boys and girls wander off in pairs. Krista and I felt almost puritanical as we exchanged a chaste kiss and went to our own rooms.
 
 
 
 

Morning was a maelstrom of bras, panties and shorts as a hundred or more kids overslept and then crammed the bathrooms - we all got very well acquainted in a short time. Breakfast was awful - solid grease with a few pink bits that was apparently bacon and the most disgusting brown liquid which was described as coffee.

The introduction to the course was another revelation. A sober-looking professor welcomed us, then was replaced by a young lady, a postgraduate student at the college, who cheerfully lectured us on safe sex, told us that free condoms were available in the bathrooms and that other methods of contraception were available free from the student health service. Krista giggled when it was all over.

“I never reckoned it would be like this. I can’t imagine an American college being so free and easy. Do you reckon that things are free for Americans or just for English?”

That fazed me. I couldn’t keep up with the changes that were taking place in her - the shrinking violet of home had suddenly burst into huge, scarlet blossoms.

“Er…why don’t you ask the porter? They seem to know everything.”

The rest of the day was free time and we took the subway - the underground as the natives called it - to central London. The whole place seemed to be a street market, and an ordinary policeman in one of those strange pointed hats explained that after a couple of huge IRA bombs in vans, access to the center was now strictly controlled and it had become one huge pedestrian area. Apart from buses and taxis, there was virtually no traffic and we could happily walk down the center of wide streets and chat to the natives.

I don’t know when Krista did it, but that evening she produced a blister pack of little blue tablets with one missing and explained that the student health service was indeed free to Americans.

“You mean you want us to…”

“Oh no - I’m not ready for that. I just thought that I had better be prepared. Just in case.”

That was the third great revelation. Women do not work to the same logical system as men. In fact, they do not work to any logic at all. To use the words ‘woman’ and ‘logic’ in the same sentence without a negative participle between the words is to perpetrate an oxymoron. Krista saw no contradiction between consuming contraceptive pills and spending the nights alone in her room.

The final defining moment came at the start of the second week of the conference. The grim English food had done its worst with our digestive systems and the even grimmer English weather added a dark layer of cold and drizzle. We were both feeling homesick in a strange land where you ran the risk of being mowed down every time you crossed the road. The porter, a mine of useless information, explained that the reason that sensible people drove on the left was to keep their sword arms free in the event of other travelers being hostile - presumably there was no threat from pedestrians at all.

I had to make the running. Krista was limp and miserable, pining for meat that was not thin, gray and tasteless and for coffee that tasted of coffee and not burned wood. I felt bad, but not nearly as bad as her.

I had made sure that I kept the bag we had bought in New York - it had been quite difficult to keep it hidden, but I had managed somehow. There was no point in asking Krista - in her present mood she would just say no - so I prepared things quietly, then invited her to my room and sprung it on her.

At first she looked shocked, but I kept telling her that it would fix her up good while I eased her out of her clothes. The room was small, so I got her to lie on the bed while I greased the tube and tried to insert it. It just wouldn’t go - at least not without hurting her. That was when I remembered what the nurse had done.

She just about hit the roof when I rubbed grease into her asshole - I could feel it easing open. Then it opened right up and let my finger slide in to a strange, warm, velvet lined tube while she yelled - but a yell of desire, not of pain. She just about sucked the bag dry, panting and moaning as it filled her up.

That was when we both saw the problem. It was time for a duck walk. Krista grabbed a towel and wound it round herself then minced down the corridor to the bathroom.

She returned full of energy but with a glint in her eye.

“OK. Now it’s my turn.”

I wasn’t complaining. It was a couple of months since I had taken an enema and I was ready for one. I wasn’t so ready for her finger as she exacted her revenge…or maybe it wasn’t revenge after all.

We never got round to the enema until just before breakfast the following morning. After what felt like an eternity of sweet probing, her binary logic circuit flipped to ‘yes’. We lost our virginity in a narrow, hard bed in a foreign country.

Afterwards, I mused about the possibility of going to college in England. Krista favored MIT. We compromised on CALTECH. We had just experienced enough rain to last a lifetime.

He started to broach the subject with his wife after they had been together for about three years and to his surprise she confessed to an interest in that scene but to a lesser degree.

Stephen was over the moon with excitement when Louise suggested that one night they might play some games!

Louise decided that they must get some proper equipment

“if we are going to do the job properly! “She declared one evening over a drink.

Stephen was set the task of finding some suppliers to provide the list of ‘equipment’ that his wife had asked for.

The next day when he arrived at work, he found an envelope in his jacket pocket, it was written in his wife’s hand writing on the back was a message ‘open this only when you are alone’ .

He could not wait to see what was in it

As soon as he could he opened the letter inside was a list detailing everything Louise wanted for their medical sex session. He could not believe it!

This was followed by a instruction saying no excuses you have exactly 3 weeks to the day to get everything on this list as I have booked the kids away for the weekend to your mothers!

That afternoon for some strange reason Stephen had a bad migraine and he had to go home ill!

He arrived home his wife was still out at work and Stephen quickly got to work letter writing, ordering the equipment from some medical supply companies he had found from the collection of his private catalogues, that he kept hidden away in between some old books in his study.

Pleased with himself and full of excitement he rushed to catch the last post.

That was every thing ordered except one thing the examination table! As he walked back from the mailbox his mind was working overtime trying to think of how he would overcome the problem.

Medical exam tables are not the sort of thing that just happen to appear in the for sale columns of the evening newspapers!

Louise arrived home from work with a smile on her face. Louise did not mention anything until the kids were in bed later that evening she said she had rung my work that afternoon only to be informed that he had gone home with a bad headache teasing him, she said

“you mean a bad hard on! ”

“Did you like your letters?

“I suppose you have been writing letters to certain companies?” She quizzed.

Stephen nearly died of embarrassment!

“You know to those ones hidden in your catalogues in your study!

“I have discovered your little secret!”

Sorry you will be more discreet next time!

Louise carried on “Well I know you too well after all we all have our little turn ones like that time when you nearly caught me looking at that book of yours, the one with all those ladies in nurses uniforms in!”

She then went on ‘anyway what are you doing about the exam table?

“You know we cannot afford anything too expensive.!”

He replied

,” I have few ideas I might make something up!”

Louise replied,”

” don’t bother I have a surprise for you”

“Leave the table to me! But, …I need you to take the kids out all day next Saturday .OK?”

He was puzzled.

Louise looked at him and said,

“that’s enough for now, don’t worry I know what I am doing, I have an idea, now we will not mention it again”.

The week past by slowly.

Saturday arrived and Stephen took the children out for the day as agreed. Whilst Louise sorted out the housework and caught up a few jobs that needed doing.

During the morning a pickup truck arrived at their home and two delivery men struggled down stairs to the cellar with a large wooden crate.

Louise then waited until they had gone on their way.

She went down to the cellar its was well lit and it had recently been painted with a fresh coat of white paint.

In the middle of the room stood the packing case she forced it open inside was an old examination table.

Unknown to her husband Louise had by chance a few weeks earlier found out about an auction of old equipment from a medical warehouse through a close friend of hers who worked in a local hospital.

Once all the packing was removed she stood back and admired her acquisition there it was chrome stirrups leather straps adjustable leg rests, even straps for arms it was just the thing for what she had in mind!

Seeing as it was still early in the day Louise decided to try it out. Just to see what it would feel like to be naked and exposed on the table.

Her breath was short as she quickly rushed upstairs to lock the doors and switched off the lights in the rooms.

I am not going to be interrupted at any price!

Once back down stairs Louise started to clean down her new toy! Wiping down all the metal and leatherwork.

It was in generally in a very good condition considering its age. It Stood in the middle of the room against the white walls with the tile floor it looked just as she had envisaged very clinical that would get his heart racing she thought.

Louise started to feel very turned herself imagining what it would feel like to be strapped onto the table with her legs up in those stirrups lying there spread open and vulnerable being examined.

Starting to rub her crotch through her jeans the pleasure started to build and take-over her as her other hand started to massage her breasts. Before she knew what was happening she had slipped of her ‘t’ shirt and unzipped jeans. Still rubbing her soft hairy mound she pulled off her jeans and walked over to the table. Off came her bra then she climbed on to the leather seat lying there she lifted her trembling legs up into the padded stirrups.

Her minds was working overtime fantasizing that a young nurse might at any time walk into the room, and start to prepare her for an internal examination.

Her heart was racing as her hand continued to massage her throbbing clit as the waves of pleasure started reach a peak she stopped just long enough to secure her legs into the stirrups using the wide leather straps on to each leg, bringing back memories of when she was giving birth to their daughter.

She remembered a young midwife getting to work on her crotch with a pair of electric clippers shaving off all her pubic hair .The nurse seemed to take a very long time over the procedure, Louise was sure the midwife had seen the reaction in her husbands trousers. Then the midwife left the room and returned a few minutes later with an assistant who wheeled in a trolley containing some equipment for a mandatory enema ,which was still the policy of the hospital at the time. .

She looked at him and explained in great detail about what was to happen next.

His eyes were in stalks and his face coloured up and the two ladies set to work on Louis’s anus filling it up with warm soap water to clean her out and make more space for their imminent arrival. Suddenly Louise came back to reality her breath was short and fast. The rubbing of her crouch had reached fever pitch as her fingers were just a blur .Her orgasm was almost violent as she bucked on the table secured firmly by the straps on her legs, whimpering and moaning softly as wave after wave of pleasure erupted from her loins.

Twenty minutes must of passed before she awoke, she felt stiff and awkward realizing that the straps were still firmly holding down her legs, her knees were still trembling as she eased herself off the couch,

Quickly she dressed walked up the stair’s locked the door behind herself and hid the key in the kitchen.

Just at that moment outside she could here a car pull up with the sound of familiar voices and footsteps walking up the path to the front door.

Louise was doing all she could to act as naturally as possible although her panties were still soaking from her earlier fun.

Back to the reality of being a wife and mother.

The rest of the day passed quickly Stephen was dying to ask Louise what had happened during the day mentioning that when he came home she had a dreamy look in her eyes and that she looked as if she was not with it! She smiled at him and said

” you will find out later when the kids are in bed OK?”

A few hours later when all was quiet he confronted her

come on what’s the big secret then?”

From the tone of his voice Louise could sense his growing frustration. Well she replied,

” we had a delivery to day ”

“Want to see what I have bought ,do you?”

“Of course I do” was the reply.

Louise had been waiting for this

“You can look but don’t you dare touch you’ve got to wait OK?”

“is that a Promise?”

Well OK replied Stephen.

“Come with me” with that she led him to the door to the cellar.

Making him wait at the top of the stairs whilst she went to get the key from her hiding place he was consumed with curiosity.

Returning with the key she reminded him of what they had just agreed.

Walking down the stairs in darkness she shouted

” stop now close those dirty eyes of yours and open them only when I say so!”

This he did. Louise flooded the room with light.

“Open them now.”

Stephen could not believe his eyes as he saw what all secrecy had T>

Enema equipment set

1

Rectal thermometer

1

Assorted syringes 5cl-50cl

1pack

Colon tube

1

Bulb syringe with large rectal nozzle

1

Enema gloves ‘long’

2

Catheter pack (male)

1

Catheter pack (female)

1

Urine collection bag

1

Sterile wipes

1

Kidney dishes 3 sizes

1

Face masks

2

Blue operating drapes

3

Speculum medium

1

Speculum large

1

Large container of aqueous cream 750 gm

1

Antiseptic solution 250 ml

1

KY jelly lubricant 300 ml

3

Every thing appeared to be in order as she carefully placed the items in to her specially prepared cupboard.

She noticed a parcel was left over after the above list had been checked to her surprise in the extra box the following items came to light.
 
 
 

Louise was puzzled she had already in her mind planned out her medical session she wanted to perform on her patient but these last items really thrown her as she could not work out what they were for.

What was the connection she thought? Perhaps he’s after some bladder irrigation like they used to do to treat cystitis or have I forgotten something?

Louise placed the items in a separate draw in ‘her ‘ cupboard cleared the empty boxes away, went back upstairs locked the door to her ‘medical room ‘. Later on that morning instead of doing the house work she had promised her self she decided to investigate Stephen’s study a bit more closely as she was still intrigued about those additions to her list.

The hunt was on she had to find out the connection of saline and needles it was worrying her. Was he into drugs or something?

Looking more closely than ever pulling books from the shelf thumbing through pages looking for papers or notes to fall out (purely by accident of course whilst cleaning and dusting!) the frustration was starting to tell as she muttered under her breath .

Even the draws of his desk did not release the key to the puzzle.

Finally with only one option left, the corner of the study sitting on its desk was his computer it was dormant and lifeless.

This was her last chance to find out the connection, she thought I wonder if there are any clues buried on the ‘hard drive’.

time was running out not long before she had to get on with her normal day jobs in the house and to pick up the children from school.

On went the p.c. would she be able to find the connection of the saline, needles and large syringe?

Obviously you injected saline but where? How? When? And Why?

Once the p.c. had booted up and loaded Louise started to explore the computer files.

The first stop was’ documents folder’, nothing appeared.

After a few more searches she found a folder called ‘TBM’ as she opened the folder she was confronted with at least fifty files mainly containing pictures, and letters. This look’s interesting, she thought to herself, reading the first of the letters it was containing information about successfully administering enemas!

Louise thought to herself ‘this will be useful seeing as I am going to be doing this next weekend I will have a copy of that!

Once that was printed Louise continued reading the files picking out interesting information .She found articles on shaving, catheters, colon irrigation, bladder irrigation, and internal examinations the list was endless not to mention the pictures showing everything in such detail! Louise had the printer almost running out of ink as articles on all subjects of clinical procedure’s were appearing .Wow she thought where do I start with all this lot?

Looks like I will be busy all weekend!

Louise carried on opening files reading them and looking at pictures contained with in the articles all the time her attention kept being draw to a file called inflation Found it at last this must be the one! Thinking to herself ‘here we go let’s see what all this is about’. As she read it her eyes started to open wider and she had to blink quite a few times as she read the article ‘you have got to be joking ’she said out loud.

‘Look at the size of that’ were the next word that left her mouth as she stared at the monitor screen looking at the picture.

‘Obviously that is what that extra gear is for but I am not sure about doing that’ I must find out more she thought to her self.

Louise carried reading the articles on the more she looked the more she realized that Stephen had investigated the subject in great detail.

With this in mind the printer was set into motion the commit the articles to paper for Louise to decide if she wanted to try this one out as well as everything else!

In the mean time what should she do if Stephen raised the subject of the additional items ordered?

A little white lie might buy time, she thought, while she decided if to try this one out!

Louise decided that the items on the invoice would be marked clearly ‘TO FOLLOW’, this was done and the papers she printed off were then filed in her secret place in a cupboard on ‘her side’ of the bedroom so as to provide some late night reading.

The computer was shut down and Louise carried on as ‘normal ‘ with the day job, kids food, and housework etc.

Stephen arrived home later that evening when the two of them were alone Louise told Stephen that the ‘medical delivery’ had arrived.

Louise congratulated him on completing his side of the ‘deal’.

Stephen asked ‘innocently I hope everything arrived love?’

This was the Que. that Louise had been waiting for!

‘ Yes all except some items, that were not on the original list, but don’t worry I’m sure they will arrive soon they are’ marked to follow ‘ she replied.

Stephen was worried he hoped ‘those items’ were going to arrive in a completely separate order !

Shit! How the hell was he going to explain to her what they were for now that she obviously knew he had ordered them!

This was going to be very complicated he thought to him self.

Louise followed on showing him the invoice and saying,

“By the way dear what are they for?”

Stephen replied very unconvincing “oh I thought they would be useful for refilling the ink cartridges on the printer on the p.c.! ”

Louise smiled to herself and thought” you liar I know what you really mean” having seen what their intended purpose was really for! Earlier that day.

Her reply to Stephen was “that’s a clever idea all you need to do is get hold of some ink ”

Stephen thought “great she’s bought it and relaxed a little bit”.

Then came the crunch.

Louise followed on with “don’t you have to use distilled water for diluting ink not sterile saline! ”

Stephen replied “you know I think you are right, Silly me!”

Louise hastily changed the subject, to the arrangements with their parents and the weekend break for the children.

Nothing more was mentioned about the ‘extra equipment order’ that night, or indeed for the days leading up to the weekend, of the appointment she had agreed with her patient!

In the next few days Louise spent time planning out what clinical treatments she was going to subject her ‘patient’ to.

She had decided after reading up all his secret information which procedures to carry out on him and in what order.

Stephen in the meantime was planing out what he would like her to do as well!

He to had worked out an “order of service”

Stephen also decided to print off a list and enclose instructions for his unsuspecting wife so he thought! Once the list was complete he handed it to her in an envelope.

Louise immediately opened this in Stephen’s presence and started to read it, she took great delight in teasing him by reading out certain words and phrases from the document and looking at him disapprovingly saying,

“Why do you think I am going to do that to you?” and,” do you think you deserve to have one of those done to you?”

The teasing when of for quite a few minutes every so often, Louise would stop and make a comment smiling as she read it to her hopeful husband, finally when she reached the end of the list she said

“Well that’s roughly what I had in mind for your first appointment”

Following on with…. “Apart from a few minor changes its pretty much what I had in mind”

She added” I hope you understand that we will have to start at 3.00pm on the Saturday if we are going to get your session finished by midnight!”

Finally the special day arrived, Louise had got the children’s things packed ready the night before, so Stephen could drive them over the next town for their stay with his parents.

The children were really looking forward to stopping over with their grandparents as it usually meant they could stay up late Saturday night if they were really good the could go bowling with grandpa.

As Stephen left the house Louise whispered in his ear

“Ring me when you leave mum and dads so I can make sure every thing is ready for your appointment”

He felt something growing very hard between his legs as she started to grind her crotch against his when she kissed him good-bye. Once the car had left and Louise had waved bye to the kids hugs kisses etc. she rang his parents to tell them that he was on the way as per the usual practice.

Now she was up against the clock, Louise had it all planned out in her mind and she had only two hours to prepare her ‘clinic’ for the arrival of her patient.

Down stairs the covers were taken off the examination table, the next task was preparing all equipment this she did laying out each set on trays.

The first tray consisted of all shaving requirements, soap, flannels, some large electric clippers, and an old-fashioned brass safety razor. Followed by some shaving foam and a shaving brush.

On the second tray she laid out all of the enema equipment, including nozzle’s, tubes and jugs for the enema solution.

The third tray contained all the catheter equipment she would need including a container of sterile saline she had decided that would suit the purpose to irrigate his bladder thoroughly.

Tray number four was used for the speculum Louise planned that this would be used to start her through internal examination.

This was followed by trays five, six, and seven the contents of which she sorted out, then as with the rest of her trays covered them over with clean starched white cloths that had been made specially for the purpose.

The room was starting to look very clinical in the corner of the room stood a sink and work top upon which she had placed all the trays neatly in order of use next to this the stand for the enema stood, ready for action! The examination table was the centerpiece of the room standing on the floor to one side was a clean white bucket with a lid on it ready for any messy bits.

At the foot of the examination table a swivel chair was placed ready for ‘nurse Louise’ to be able to work on in comfort.

A neat metal and glass trolley for her equipment stood near by ready for use. In an other corner of the room a table was placed on which Louise set up a video camera to record the events, this was something she had not discussed with Stephen she had thought of it to night before.

The final touch to add to the atmosphere was a cleverly positioned desk lamp shining down over the examination table.

Louise stood back and admired her handy work very pleased with the outcome of her labors.

The last thing she did was to mop the floor with a diluted mix of antiseptic disinfectant ‘now it even smelt like a hospital she ‘thought to her self.

All that was left was for the patient to arrive.

Just as Louise walked up the stairs the phone rang, it was Stephen,

“I am on my way home love,” he said.

Her reply was very cold “you mean Nurse” she said in a very coarse tone.

“Now do not be late for your appointment, do you understand young man or you will regret it ”

She could hear was him mumbling on the end of the phone “its working she thought ”

As she continued “remember three p.m. with a full bladder please! ”

With that she put the phone down!

Louise went upstairs ran a nice hot bath and undressed whilst the water was running she laid out her uniform on their bed.

This was followed by the selection of what to wear underneath, black stockings appeared out of her dressing table draw followed by a suspender belt and a black lacy bra, to finish, pair of very closely cut lacy panties, these were almost see through!

Louise went into the bathroom, relaxed into her bath and thought over her plans for the next few hours.

One job was left quickly shave her pubic hair into a neat triangle so no stray bits would escape from the confines of her panties. Louise massaged the soapy lather into her pubes, she started to feel quite aroused as she picked up her razor and started to strip off her pubic hair, for some reason before she had realized, there was practically nothing left!

Well she though “I might as well finish the job properly! So off went the lot!

Louise rinsed her self down and stood back to admire her handy work.

Wow she said out load.

“That looks really naughty”

After drying herself off Louise got dressed adding the final touches to her uniform, of nurses hat, and a pair of black high heel shoes.

She was ready!

Louise walked downstairs, made a cup of coffee and put her feet up in the lounge. It was 2.45 when she heard the sound of a car pulling up in the drive, her heart started to race, and feeling apprehensive, all sorts of thoughts started to rush through her mind as she got up to answer the door. Louise took a long deep breath and told her self ” this is it, ready or not!”

Stephen had just got his key in the door as she pulled it open and greeted him, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as Louise stood there in front of him in her uniform.

His mouth opened but no words passed his lips until finally all he could say was “Oh my god you look astounding ”

She smiled and replied

“Thank you in glad you like it ” followed by “are you going to stand there all day?”

Louise led him in to the front room and offered him a cup of coffee, and some cookies.

Next She produced a clipboard and started to ask him all sort questions about his personal health, he almost spluttered out his drink, as her questions became very detailed and intimate.

This lasted for about ten minutes during which time ‘nurse Louise’ had decided which treatments her patient was to receive.

On a separate sheet of paper attached to the clipboard was a list of ‘procedure’s” next each one was a check box which had been ticked if she was going to carry out that particular treatment.

At the base of the sheet was a consent form for him read and sign prior to the session starting properly!

She handed over the form and asked him to read it and sign it, but only if he agreed, as she passed it over Louise stood up and walked across the room to the door saying that she would return shortly.

Stephen started to read the sheet,

1. Shave off all pubic hair
2. Enema
3. Internal examination
4. Prostate examination
5. Anal dilation using speculum
6. Insertion of catheter
7. Bladder wash out using 500 cc sterile saline
8. Further internal examination using hand!
9. Insertion of a colon tube followed by irrigation of colon
10. Thorough massage of penis to produce specimen of semen
11. The special effect treatment!

Stephen’s hand was shaking as he signed the sheet. He could feel his cock getting hard inside his jeans as he sat waiting for her to return.

The door opened and Louise walked in she said in a very authoritarian tone,

“Have you checked your list of treatments and signed the consent form?”

He replied “yes, but what’s the last item?”

Her reply followed

“Don’t you worry I will let you know later!”

“Now come on lets get started ”

The Preparation

“First you need to have a thorough shower and wash ”

Louise led him up the stairs to the bathroom she switched on the shower while he undressed.

Then out of her pocket she pulled a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on to her hands.

By this time Stephen’s penis was standing to attention as he stood under the warm water, in the wash basin Louise was soaping up a large bath sponge soon she was walking across to Stephen.

She started to rub the sponge and soap all over his body.

Lots of attention was paid to his throbbing manhood as she cleaned him down.

“My you are very hairy down there” pointing to his mass of straggly pubic hair.

” You know its no good for you, all of this messy hairs going to have to come off! ”

Louise continued by making him turn around while she rubbed soap all over his bottom and between the parting of his cheeks, next he could feel Louise pulling at some of the hairs on the top of his legs and around his tightly puckered anal ring.

” You going to have to have all this off as well ” she followed

“Do you mind?”

His reply was predictable

“No”

“Good” she replied

“We will get you dried off and down to the clinic to get this lot shaved off “. She handed him a green hospital gown,

“Put this on when you are dry then wait in here!” again she walked away

“I will come and fetch you when I am ready for you ” she said walking out of the room.

Louise quickly went down to the clinic as she called it and switched on the video camera.

Stephen did as he was told; it seemed to him that he had been waiting ages when Louise returned for him.

She knocked on the door and shouted “are you ready?”

He opened it and walked out trying to cover up his open back less gown he was trying to preserve his dignity with out much success! The back kept falling open as the walked down the stairs.

The Clinic

Louise opened the door to the clinic and ushered him in.

His heart was pounding as finally the moment arrived; he had been waiting for weeks just to hear her say…. “Right let’s have you up on the examination table please ”

Slowly he walked forwards to the table, turned around and slid up back wards between the stirrups onto the leather padding, once he was on the table. Louise then guided his left leg up into the stirrup he could feel a strap being pulled over his shin securing his leg firmly; she repeated this with his right leg.

He was still sitting upright; she gently pushed him backward on to the padded backrest. As she did this he felt his bottom starting to slide down the table, his legs we spreading out wider and wider until the whole of his bottom was almost hanging over the edge of the table, he felt very exposed.

Louise thought to her self “Excellent, just perfect! ”

Walking around the table she took each one of his hands and strapped them down into the restraints on the side of the table ” We don’t want you playing about do we?” she quizzed.

Stephens’s penis was rigid and jutting out from his groin with arousal he really wanted to rub it but that was out of the question now!

Louise the walked around to the ‘business end’ and pulled back the gown to reveal his massive erection “I see” she said.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, are you?”

She picked up the first tray and placed it on her trolley, taking the cover off the tray it revealed the shaving equipment.

Louise switched on her electric clippers and they buzzed into life the next thing Stephen say was Louise pulling on a fresh pair of latex gloves then the whole of his pubic hair was lightly dusted with talcum powder.

Louise sat down on her chair got comfortable then bought the electric clippers into contact with the offending hair.

It did not take very long for her to reduce is once thick forest of hair to a small pile of dusty clippings on her clinic floor.

His penis and scrotum looked larger with out all the hair in the way. His legs next, so off she went shaving away right down to his knees! After Louise had run the clippers down both of his legs and removed even more hair she focused her attention on the area around his anus, taking great care she placed the clippers on his hairy buttocks and glided through the remaining hairs and very soon all that was left was just a light fuzz of stubble. Which would require the wet shave treatment, which was to come next!

Louise then produced a mirror for Stephen to see what she had done, standing back and angling the mirror so he could see clearly.

All he could say was ” wow everything looks bigger!”. She agreed.

“Do you like it?” She asked

His reply was “it’s starting to feel really clean ”

Louise then pointed out that now it was time for his full wet shave!

Quickly she tidied up some of the hairs from the floor and table caused by the clippers.

A jug of hot water and some flannels appeared. The nurse then placed the flannels around the areas she had just shaved.

While she waited for the skin to soften up and steam a bit it gave her time to tease her patient, she took hold of his upright penis saying as she gently massaged it

“After I have finished shaving off all your hair do you know what I am going to do to you next?”

He gulped hesitated after a long pause he mumbled give me an enema?

“Yes that’s exactly right, well done, you are going to have your tight bottom filled right up to bursting point to wash out your bowels so I can have a good look inside you!”

With that she gave his penis a few more rubs with her latex covered hands, pulling off the rest of the flannels she lathered up his body.

“Hold still now I am going to finish off your shave” Holding up a old brass safety razor showing him what she was going to use between his legs.

The razor was very efficient and in no time his, scrotum, legs and anus were completely naked of any hair “there she said look at that, not a single nick and smooth as a babies bum.”

Stephens’s balls started to tighten up and shrink, as they became colder due to their newly acquired hairless state!

Louise dusted his freshly shaved arse with talcum powder wiped of any excess and stood back once more with the mirror to show him her handy work.
 
 

The Catheter

His penis was starting to dribble some pre cum and Louise had spotted this.

“I was going to give you an enema but I have changed my mind!”

Stephens face fell! She continued

“Instead I will do that latter after we have got your dribbling penis under control ”

Louise quickly cleaned up the remains of the shaving session, but all Stephen could do was lie back in the stirrups and watch with bated breath as she walked to over to the trolley with another covered tray she carefully lifted of the cover.

Stephen could just see the contents, Louise continued

“I am going to insert this in to your Bladder ” she said holding up a long packet containing a catheter.

“This should stop that dribbling penis she declared”

“Let’s get you prepped up, have you ever been catheterized? ”

She asked, he replied

” No nurse”.

“Well the important thing is to relax as much as possible while I am inserting it in side you.

“She continued “that’s the hardest part, you see, because as it slides in”, pausing “it does sting a little, but once it’s on its way you get used to it! And the sensation goes away!”

“So are you ready?” she asked

He replied,

“Yes”

She checked.

“Sure?”

Again he replied nervously “yes nurse”

That was her cue,

“First I an going to wipe down the area with some antiseptic solution ”

She wiped down his entire penis; the solution made his freshly shaved cock sting a little the whole area started to feel very warm as the solution got to work.

After that was completed she filled a sterile syringe with 10 cc of k.y.jelly and then firmly grasped the end of his penis.

The procedure continued as gently she inserted the end of the syringe into the top of his breather, all he could feel was a cold numbness take over the feeling at the end of his rigid member Louise massaged the substance down his shaft gently rubbing it down inside him.

He thought to him self this is not hurting at all.

After a short while Louise changed her gloves yet again as a precaution and opened the packet containing the catheter using the syringe on the tip of the tube she lubricated it with the jelly.

“Are you relaxed she asked?” before he could answer the end of the tube was starting its journey up inside his pee hole.

“Yes”

He gasped, but it was too late to say any thing else!

Nurse Louise slowly kept pushing the long rubber tube down the end of his erect penis she was starting to feel some resistance.

Meanwhile Stephen was feeling the burning sensation she had warned him about it felt for about 10 seconds that she was ramming a red-hot poker up his pee hole!

Surprisingly it passed he sensed his ureather actually being stretched, not an unpleasant feeling but more strange than any thing.

Nurse Louise asked him “are you all right “?

He replied

“Ok, You can carry on ”

With this she continued, slowly pushing and twisting the tube inside his erect penis.

She could feel some resistance as the tube carried on sliding up, through the inside of his prostate gland and a short time later she had successfully arrived at the opening to his bladder.

At this point she teased it a little, and then gently pushed and it popped in! Her mind was rushing as urine started to flow out of the tube.

Quickly she placed a sterile spigot in to the end of the tube to stop the flow.

At this point Louise realized just how far she had inserted the catheter, it had nearly all disappeared along the inside of his penis.

Picking up another syringe, this time containing saline and filled the balloon in the catheter, this retained the tube firmly inside his bladder.

Meanwhile Stephen was left with an amazing feeling that he was pissing but nothing was actually happening it was starting to feel like the longest piss he had ever experienced!

Next she started to tease his erect penis by slowly rubbing his shaft with her lubricated gloves and mixture of water and KY jelly.

Stephen started to buck about on the table, as her fingers rhythmically stroked his glands and frenum almost to the point of ejaculation.

He wanted to come but that was made impossible due to the firmly inserted catheter blocking the passage of his semen.

Stephen was gasping and moaning as she relentlessly aroused his penis, every so often she would stop rubbing him just long enough to prevent his badly needed orgasm.

Stephen was nearly passing out on the table, he felt dreamy and his head was spinning, he was desperate to empty his bladder but, at the same time his testicles and prostate were aching to release his sperm.

Louise was getting really turned on herself at seeing the new found power she had acquired over her patient’s organs.

As she sat on her chair at the foot of the table she could feel her panties getting wetter by the second, squirming on her seat each time she got her patient almost to the point of ejaculation!

Just as Stephen felt the pleasure could not reach any further heights Louise lubricated up her other hand.

Gently she started to tease his anus and very slowly she rubbed her fingers around the opening to his back passage, Stephen let out an almighty groan of ecstasy as her finger slipped inside his body Louise did not say any thing, instead she started exploring his rectum probing her finger around inside his body whilst this was happening, as she continued to massage his penis.

“Will you lie still!” she told him!

But all that Stephen could do was moan and groan in ecstasy as her finger reached deeper touching his swollen prostate gland!

“I will not tell you again” she instructed him this time with a more severe tone of voice.

” Now lie still please or, you will regret it do, understand?”

No mater how much his mind focused on not moving his body spasm in pleasure.

Louise lost her patience with her patient

“That’s it! I warned you and you have not listened “she announced.

The Enema

She stopped probing inside him and slowly she withdrew he finger from his rectum as her finger slid out her face started to frown.

“Not only do you fidget about when you are undergoing an internal examination but, you have a very dirty rectum!” she added.

With that she stood up pulled off her dirty gloves and put them in to the waste bin at the side of the table.

“Which means that I am going to give you an enema ”

The last statement made Stephen’s penis jut up even more!

Louise walked over to her equipment area turned on the tap and proceeded to mix some soap and water in to a jug.

By this time his penis and scrotum were starting to really ache the pressure in his bladder was almost painful.

Louise mean while stood at the work surface mixing up the enema solution, once that was done, it was time to administer his treatment at the foot of the couch a large bucket was placed to catch any mess. That would be created when her patient’s rectum was cleaned.

“Now you’re going to have your enema “she enjoyed the reaction on his penis every time she said the word enema!

Just for good measure she repeated the word a few times.

“But before I insert the nozzle inside you anus I think we should empty out you bladder ”

“Would you like that?” she added.

“Yes please “he groaned.

With that Louise picked up the large bladder syringe and connected it to the end of the catheter. Instead of letting the bladder empty naturally Louise took total control by gently drawing on the syringe to extract the urine at her pleasure! Slowly she filled the first syringe, once that was completely full she emptied it in to her bucket and connected it again, repeating the process five times until his bladder was nearly empty. When it came to the last urine extraction she filled up the syringe, instead of emptying it, this time Louise slowly injected it back into his bladder Stephen flinched as the sensation made him want to climax even more.

“That can stay there until we have finished on your rectum “she said.

“Now let s get you dirty bottom seen to shall we?”

The next thing Stephen was aware of was a warm fullness in his bowel this soon turned to panic as the volume of water and soap became more than he felt he could hold inside himself.

“Don’t let it go, try to hold onto it “she muttered, as the water coursed inside his bottom.

Before he could say any thing he felt his anus dilate and a rush of liquid and feces shot out of his anus and into the waiting bucket!

“Louise help!”

He shouted as he felt cramps shoot though his stomach, he felt the water being injected again he wanted it to stop but instead Louise kept refilling the enema jug with more water “we have to make sure your rectum is cleaned properly sir” she replied.

Again more water shot out as he felt his entire colon contract and empties its contents.

“One more fill and I think we are done for the moment “she added

With that she filled his rectum again, “now this time I want you to hold onto this one for at least ten minutes, “she declared

“You have got to be joking” Stephen replied

“No!” Came the answer

With that even more water was infused!

“I can’t hold it he pleaded ”

With that Louise quickly produced some Tampax and inserted three one by one into his leaking back passage.

This successfully contained the flow and allowed the final enema to finish its job properly!

While this was happening Louise took great delight in gently tugging at the catheter that was still trapping Stephens semen inside his now limp penis.

“ok, which shall I remove first ? your catheter or those tampons?”

“the catheter please “the moaned!

“right in that case ill pull out your tampons “she replied!

With that she grasped the string on the first tampon and slowly tugged on it, as she did his penis dramatically sprang back into an erect state.

Louise carried on gently pulling on the first tampon, she pulled on the string until the tampon was past the point of no return and withdrew it from his tight anal muscle as it came out a squirt of clean water leaked out.

“good you rectum is clean “she pronounced .

“I will take out the rest of these “dangling the expanded cotton plug in front of him “then I will think about that catheter ok?”

slowly out came the remaining tampons ,when the last one was removed a gush of liquid poured into the awaiting bucket .

“there that was not to bad was it!” she commented

“feel a bit cleaner do we ?”

“yes nurse “he replied

“good now we can continue with your internal!” she added

“first let s remove your catheter !”

slowly she let the rest of the fluids in his bladder escape into a kidney bowl .Stephen was feeling some relief at last ,next Louise released the saline from the balloon inside his bladder .

slowly she pulled the catheter out of his engorged penis until finally it had slipped out and dropped in to the waiting kidney bowl.

“there we are that did not hurt did it “she commented .

“no not as much as i thought ” he said

“right no time to waste I still have to prep you for…” she paused

“my hand ,colon ,and other treatments ”

“is that ok ?or have you had enough?”

“what do you think nurse what’s your opinion ?”

“well” she paused we can stop now and continue tomorrow or carry on and get it all out of the way tonight ” was her reply

“it’s your choice “she added

“carry on please nurse ”

“ok! If you insist ”

with that Louise wiped his anus down and changed over the trays .

The speculum

The next tray appeared the and the cover was removed to reveal a long pair of latex gloves and a speculum together with a selection of lubricants .

“this first part of this treatment involves loosening up your anus, and for that I am going to insert this” with that Louise lifted up a large shiny metal speculum .

“all you need to do is relax and I will do the rest”

she applied lots of lubricant to the shiny metal dilators as soon as this had been done she applied some more lubricant to his anus .

“ready “she said

he did not answer ,

“well its too late to back out ,any way ” she continued .

with that she pushed the slippery instrument against his opening, Stephen pulled his anus back as the cold metal made contact with his skin.

Louise placed one hand on his stomach to hold him down as slowly pushed the instrument inside his anus ,”just bare down as if you are going to the toilet ,please ” she continued as she started to open the jaws of the speculum .

All Stephen could do was moan ,he was filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he realized that she was now in total control of his anal muscles .

Very soon Louise had succeeded in opening up his anus to the maximum width of the speculum.

slowly using her fingers she rubbed all around the inside of his dark and secret place .He started bucking and moaning again his scrotum was absolutely bursting to release its sperm .

“there you’re nice and loose now “and with that Louise inserted a warm syringe of KY jelly and squeezed its contents straight into his anus.

“I have got to make you nice and slippery ”

she said as she inserted a large syringe of aqueous cream and water inside him just for good measure !

“Stephen felt the warm injections getting to work on him ,it did feel nice and slippery down there he thought to him self as he felt some over spill oozing out of his anus,

Louise then announced “now I need you to relax as much as possible and talk me trough as I put my figures inside you ,if you want to stop just say so at any time, OK?”

First Louise loosened the jaws of the speculum which had been holding his anus open as she reduced the dilation of his ring to about half its forced state she quietly kept telling him to bear down as she pulled it out of his stretched passage

“keep pushing she urged ”

slowly speculum emerged from his rectum

“just a little bit more ,we are nearly done ,”

she carried on encouraging him as she removed the semi opened instrument .

As soon as the speculum had emerged before his anus had any chance to recover its tension, Louise had successfully managed to insert three of her fingers inside him .

“can you feel that ?” she asked

now I am inserting the forth finger “she went on

“OK?”

with that she slowly started to push the finger into his passage ,it felt very easy as her thoughts move to the idea of a thumb which

was already moving into position to curl under her fingers and slid in as well!

“there still OK ?” she asked

“yes” he said hoarsely.

” go on just get it all inside please “he pleaded .

with that Louise started to slowly twist her hand and push at the same time ,as her knuckle started to enter she could feel a tremendous tightness taking place all around her hand as his muscles contracted tightly .

she was feeling that her quest was over and her hand was going no further. Stopping the pushing and instead turning her hand a little more, to her surprise his body suddenly loosened up a small amount.

with a final little push and a turn of her hand in the opposite direction she felt a strange sensation as his bowels relaxed and almost started to suck her hand inside his bottom !

her eyes opened wide in amazement Louise was the one gasping now.!

Stephen she muttered .

“I have the whole of my right hand inside your rectum ”

she blurted out .

“are you OK?”

Stephen just moaned, “fine ,yes fine i am going to ”

with that his body thrust up against the restraints as a massive orgasm took over his whole body .

“come !”

Louise sat there at the bottom of the table she could feel his prostate gland pumping against her fingers as his come was furiously squirting out of his erect penis!

Louise had to place her other hand on his stomach again to stop his body bucking as his orgasm continued to rip through his body .

he was almost in a state of frenzy as his cock continued to jerk but by now all his come was spent .

Louise let her patient collapse back on to the table his chest was rising and falling as he slumped on the table his legs laid limply in the stirrups ,the only noises that left his lips were moans and very heavy breaths.

Her hand was still inside him ,instead of withdrawing her hand she gently probed a little deeper slowly she felt around ,as his rectum seemed to relax even more !

Suddenly before she had really realized she noticed that her fingers had reached another level of muscle using just one finger gently she rubbed the circular tiny muscle she had discovered .

She slowly pushed against it ,as if by magic she felt it slowly open it was almost growing around her fingers and relaxing even more !

Louise mind all this time had been focused on inside his body ,she paused ,and only then did she realize that her elbow had nearly reached his anal ring!

she gasped out load

“Stephen I am up to my elbow!”

all this time Stephen was just lying there softly moaning as waves of pleasure continued to roll over him.

“Louise slowly started to easy her arm out of his body .

the withdrawal process seemed to last for ages as she gently pulled and twisted her hand, very soon the final point had arrived ,but she became worried as she realized that his anus had returned to its pre speculum tightness.

” you’re going to have to push down for me as I full the last bit out”

“OK?”

with that she shouted .

“push !”

slow her hand started to emerge out of his anus ,he gasped even more and moaned loudly.

“go on keep pushing its nearly there “she encouraged.

“well done you’re doing fine ,just one more big push ”

she pulled just a bit harder ,concerned that he would not tear.

“push !”

finally her hand slid out ,” I thought we were going to have a problem for a minute ” she commented

“well at least you do not need the colon treatment your bottom is nice and clean and very loose so no problems there ”

“Right Stephen I think this concludes your first session in the clinic.”

She added .

“I will just check the list and make sure we have not missed anything.”
 
 

The final treatment

Stephen was still lying in the prone position he had been placed earlier that day before the commencement of his treatment session and his body was starting ache ,he asked Louise if he could be released .

She agreed that it would be a good idea to have a break .

Once he was released and his stiff legs let down from the confines of the stirrups he was allowed to walk around needless to say bow legged was an understatement .Louise laughed at the site of her husband “now you know how it feels after giving birth ” she quipped!

“Well did you enjoy it ?”she asked .

“it was fantastic. ”

he replied.

the two of them sat and talked over the events together sharing their experiences and feelings on how they felt at the time when the events took place .

the atmosphere changed from highly charged and clinical to very relaxed ,they talked and laughed about lots of different things and how she really liked being in total control of her patient .

Stephen agreed he loved the feeling of total helplessness being at the mercy of the nurse.

Louise could not get over the fisting she carried out on Stephen’s anus.

“you are an excellent bottom!” as she complemented him.

“how do you know that term ?”he asked

Louise just smiled .”

“that’s for me to know and you to find out !”she said .

“I have been thinking “she added

“there is still one thing left on that list apart from the colon tube you know”

“yes what is that special effects thing ”

“well you know that extra order marked to follow ” she went on .

“it arrived a day later ,but ,I did not tell you”

Stephen suddenly realized that she had an idea as to the intended purpose of the equipment.

Louise continued

“Stephen I hope you did not mind but whilst I was dusting in you study I found this” she passed him a couple of sheets of paper .

“I worked it out for myself after reading those notes ”

Stephen’s eyes opened wide with shock he muttered “how the hell did you ?”don’t worry she interrupted

“I am prepared to do a little bit for you just to see if we like the effect ,OK?”

Louise then told him “look I worked it out and searched you PC when you were out yes I know it was naughty but its easier for both of us this way and besides I do like what I saw !”

Stephen was speechless !

“so when you are ready we will get on with it ”

“OK ?”

and after that it is my turn to be on the receiving end, my list is ready upstairs !!!!!”

We had a neighbor lady named Jean. She had a husband by the name of Everett that was a nasty foul mouthed hick from the sticks. Growing up all of the kids in the neighborhood hated the guy. My mother and Jean were pretty good friends and Jean would tell mom how nasty Everett was and how he was always treating her like dirt.

In the summer of 66 he was killed driving a truck loaded with blasting powder, I don’t know whether it exploded or not but the kids in the neighborhood were talking that it had. ??????

Jean didn’t drive so my mom would take her places, shopping, paying bills, etc. I enjoyed driving and was willing to drive anybody anywhere. Jean was asking mom to drive her places a lot and since she had other things to do, mom would ask me.

After about two weeks of driving Jean around we got pretty well acquainted. She was 41 at the time and seemed as though she was a lot older. Not now!!!!!!!!!

One evening after taking her to the drug store and bank she ask me if I wanted some ice tea. I said I did and went into the house with her. She made a lot of small talk about a lot of things I don’t remember but she did ask me if I would give her my opinion on something. I said of course. She left the den and went into another part of the house and returned a few minutes later wearing a baby blue short nightie with ruffled panties. They were the bloomer type panties. I was a little shocked to say the least and even with the ice tea right there, had the driest mouth in the world. I could have spit cotton. She ask me if I thought she was pretty and I could say nothing other than un huh!

I started getting hard and was scared to death I would find myself in real trouble soon. But she just walked around a little and ask me how she looked and I said real nice, real pretty, really beautiful. Once the words started out of my mouth they wouldn’t stop.

She paraded around in front of me for about 10 minutes. She then told me thanks for helping her with her errands and said I probably should head home. I did. Right to the bathroom and got a hold of myself.

Almost a week went by before my mom called me into the living room where Jean and her had been talking. I almost died. I just knew Jean had told mom something of the other day and the nightie. But Jean just needed to go to her sisters to pick up some papers. I was to drive her. Once in the car she said she was glad I had not said anything to my mom about the other day and that she had something special for me when we returned to her house. (I know this is drawn out, but you need the whole picture)

When we returned, I parked the car in our driveway and headed to Jean’s for my special something.

When I walked in, she told me she would show me something when she came back, and for me to sit down on the couch in the den.

When she returned, I about flipped. She had on those crotchless panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood and a bra that had the nipples cut out. Boing!!!! She paraded around in front of me asking me if I thought she was sexy and pretty and all that and I responded yes yes yes.

She stayed in the den and talked to me for about 3 years ( really 15 minutes) then ask if I would help her with something in the bathroom. She could have ask me to drink boiling lead and I would have.

We went into the bathroom and she began to run bath water in the tub. Remember those tubs that were on legs. That is what she had and it was really deep. She ask if I would give her a bath and of course I said yes. She ask me to unhook the bra and I had some kind of trouble doing it. Got it and then she ask me to pull her panties off and I had no trouble with those. She stepped into the tub and handed me the sponge she had in the soap dish along with the sweetest smelling soap.

I soaped the sponge when she said to start on her back. I started scrubbing and she had to tell me to lighten my movements. I soaped her back good and then she wanted me to do her front and I don’t need to tell you, I had an erection that was like granite. I washed her breast very slowly and she closed her eyes and sighed real big. She instructed me to move down and wash everywhere including her “Willowy Wonderland” that was her words, I swear. I washed and washed and washed and was hurting so bad. She finally said that we had taken care of the outside and now we would take care of the inside. I had no idea what she meant. I learned quickly. She stepped out of the tub without drying and reached into a cabinet and took out one of those blue ice bag looking things. It had a hose attached to it with a black end. I know now what is was and would love to have that one.

She filled the bag with warm water and told me to hold it up while she sat on the toilet. While sitting on the toilet she noticed how hard I was and told me I should take off my clothing so I would get wet. She had the most loving look in her eyes while I was stripping. When I started to take off my shorts, she motioned for me to come closer. I did and she reached out and pulled them down for me. I felt really funny, since this was the first time any female had ever seen me with an erection.

She instructed me to take the bag off the counter and hold it up. She then spread her vaginal opening and said I was to put the black nozzle in about 2-3 inches. As I did, she snapped this metal clip and water started pouring out of her. I watched in awe. What a day I was having. Here this 41 year old lady was not only naked in front of me, but I was washing her inside and out. This memory still thrills me to think about it today, 33 years later. After the bag was empty she stood and allowed me to towel her dry and she said to really dry the “Willowy Wonderland”. I was then taken into the bedroom where she taught me how to please a woman with the tongue and I sure didn’t mind since she was so clean. I didn’t know it then but she orgasmed about three or four times. I was a little sore-lipped after but still had a roaring erection. She was happy to help me with my problem by masturbating me. I wanted to have intercourse with her but she didn’t allow that this time.

She told me to dress and run home and we would have many many more days like today.

Two days later would be the best day of my life yet.

She called my mom and ask if I would help her do some spring house cleaning and needed someone to stand on a ladder to get into the corners of the ceilings and under her sinks and stuff and mom said if I wanted to she would send me over.

If I wanted to …..

When I arrived I was expecting the crotchless panties and bra but she had on nurses uniform. I had no idea she was or had ever been a nurse and really still don’t. But that is what she had on. She told me it was my turn to get clean, inside and out.

She went into the bathroom and ran some bath water and told me to get undressed. I always did what I was told. I had not even got to my underwear when the old erection was there. She helped me into the tub and began to soap a wash rag and washed my back and neck and ears and chest and then I thought she would wash what was most interesting but she went right to my legs and feet. She took the longest getting to what I thought was important. She then worked her way up and told me to stand up while she washed my hiney. She must have spent 10 minutes washing my rosebud and neither region. Then she did wash the little guy up front, but only for a few seconds. RATS She had me step out of the tub and she dried me off. She said we would now clean out the inside and I wondered how????

She got out the same bag and hose and nozzle. She filled it with warm water and told me to bend over the tub. She then took out some Vaseline and worked on my rosebud for quite awhile. I can’t begin to describe how that felt. She worked a finger inside and I thought I was going to shoot all over the tubs edge but didn’t. She took the nozzle and inserted it and began the water before I knew what was happening. She told me to squeeze my butt together and I did. She told me to hold the water that was going in and I did for awhile and then the urge hit and I told her I had to go. She stopped the flow and let me sit on the toilet.

Expelling never felt so good. After all was gone, she had me get back into the tub and she washed me some more and ask if I thought I needed a little more of my insides cleaned. I told her I would do anything she wanted. That day she gave me three more enemas. After the last she watched me expel and I was not embarrassed in the least. I can’t explain that. She said that she wanted to help me with the erection and I thought she would masturbate me again. She did, but this time with her breasts.

She even enjoyed the cum and licked part of it off her chest. This is not the end but only the beginning of a three year relationship that only ended when I went into the army and later she moved to Mich. I have tried to find her but have been unsuccessful. I have tried everything on the net but had no luck.

I will write about other events that happened and send them along another time.

Hope you all enjoyed this story. It is not a fantasy.

Part 2

If only Jean were around today. I don’t care that she would be seventy something. She had such an impact on me and the rest of my life to this point. The women that I have known, dated and made love to have been the beneficiary of what Jean taught me to do with and to her, did with me, to me and me to her.

Sitting here at this moment remembering the joy and wonderment of the experiences with her have left me with great memories but a little sad that I have been unable to go into the places I have gone without her. My current companion is fabulous, but there is something about that “First Love” or “First Time” that we can never seem to top.

Late night on a Friday in early spring the phone rang at our house and at that time most houses were equipped with one telephone somewhere in the middle of the house. The ringer would wake the dead and it did that night. I don’t remember the exact time but it was after midnight and I heard my dad answer. I couldn’t hear the conversation but in a few minutes I heard my dad talking to my mom and then I heard the front door open and close. I went back to sleep. A little later I was being shaken by my dad and told to wake up and get my clothes on. Dad told me that Jean had seen someone outside her window and was really frightened. Dad said he had checked it out and found nothing but that Jean said she didn’t want to be by herself and really wanted someone to stay with her the rest of the night. The minute I heard this the dressing picked up pace and l had my clothes on in a flash. When I was getting a drink of water I heard mom tell dad it would be fine, since I had helped Jean out so many times in the past.

Dad walked with me over to Jean’s and they talked for a minute or two and then dad told me to stay alert for any sounds and to be a gentleman. I was to sleep on the couch in the den and to come home before breakfast the next morning and Jean told him that she would be sleeping late on Saturday. She would be glad to fix me breakfast and dad said ok.

l didn’t have an erection yet but the excitement was about to start one. Dad said goodnight and the look in Jean’s eyes was so evil and loving at the same time. There was a sparkle that l had not seen before. There was also an excitement that l had never felt before.

Jean was in a old frumpy well-worn bath robe and looked a little scruffy, but in less than 3 seconds that changed as she slipped out of the old robe. The crotchless panties and a new bra that was just strings. Her breast were just wrapped in silky ribbons. They drooped a little but the nipples were standing out straight and up a little.

She walked over to me and pulled my head into those pillows of delight. That did it, erection!!!!!!!!!!!

She felt that on her leg and reached down and rubbed a little and then stepped back and looked me in the eye and said, “We are going to have the most wonderful time tonight.” My knees weakened at her words and my mouth was feeling like cotton. She walked me into the bathroom and begin to run the bath with Calgon Bath Oil. Why do we remember some things so vividly? I remember the label and the bottle and color of the liquid as though it were in front of me right now.

She told me to undress her and that was easy with the panties and bra she had on. She told me to undress as she stepped into the tub.

This was a regular part of our sexual experiences. She was a clean freak and I am the same way today because of my parental guidance and Jean’s guidance.

I was a little better with the sponge now and was not quite so rough with it but every once in awhile she would have to remind me to be gentle. She reminded that my dad had told me to be a gentle man.

After I had washed her all over, she handed me some shampoo and ask me to wash her hair. I had not done this to anyone before and l learned another way of making love to a woman. After I had rinsed her hair real good with the hand sprayer that attached to the tub spout, she ask me to get into the tub and she would bath with me. That old tub was really deep and both of us fit fine. She washed me and l would wash her some more. It was a little like to young kids in the tub together waiting on mom to come in and playing a little before getting down to business. I didn’t realize l was about to feel one of the greatest thrills of my life. She had me turn around and stand up. She told me to bend over and she wanted to wash by backside real good.

I did and she did. She used the sponge and then rinsed and then I got a real shock as I felt her breath right there on my asshole. Then I felt her finger, no it was her tongue. YIPPEE YO KI YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She wiggled it all around and the feeling was so intense. She started fucking me with her tongue and kept it up for a few seconds and then I couldn’t hold it back, I came. She never touched my penis but I had just cum. At first she didn’t realize it, but l started humping and she noticed the little white worms in the bath water floating on the top of the Calgon Oil. Then she spoke and said that was ok but that we had only start and that we would have all night to do some of the things she had wanted to do before but had never had enough time.

She had me turn around and she licked the last of the cum dripping out of the end of my penis. She tried to put my penis in her mouth and I jumped, it was just too sensitive. I had a hard orgasm. Harder than any I could remember.

I stepped out of the tub first and helped her out. She had me dry her first and then I dried myself while she drained the tub and got out the blue bag. She also got out a pink bulb type syringe with a white hard plastic nozzle. I have tried to find one of these and have never seen one since. She told me that she wanted to give me an enema and have me hold it while I gave her a douche. She prepared the blue bag with warm water and took out a bar of ivory soap and ran the warm water over the soap as it went into the bag. I wasn’t sure about this since my mom would use ivory to wash my mouth out when l would say bad words. I knew how it tasted and wondered what the effects would be on my backside. But l could ask, when l was with Jean I was just so comfortable that I didn’t need to worry or ask if everything was alright.

She finished filling the blue bag and had me bend over the tub as usual. This time she didn’t spend a lot of time with the Vaseline. She put a blob on the douche nozzle and put it in all the way to the hose. She hooked the bag on the towel rack and then started the water. She would let a little water in and then shut if off for about 4-5 seconds and start it again. When l had taken about half the bag, she snapped the clamp shut and stepped over to the sink and filled the pink bulb with warm water. I was still bending over the tub and was feeling the effects of the soap and water. I needed to go relieve myself but again, it was just hard for me to complain or say anything because everything was always so good at the conclusion of what we were doing. She walked over and started the rest of the water flowing into me. She was telling me to take deep breaths and to hold the water as long as I could and she would show me something new. She reached under me and felt my penis and it was only semi erect.

Then she started rubbing my bottom with her breast. They felt so soft against my butt, and the semi became fully. I was really feeling full though and I finally had to say so. She stopped the flow of the water, but the bag was just about a cup from being completely empty. She removed the nozzle real slowly and had me stand up. She told me I needed to hold it as long as possible and to squeeze my butt together as hard as I could. I had nearly two quarts of water and soap inside and I was a little bloated and I needed to go, but she said hold on. She handed me the douche bulb and she stepped into the tub. She told me to step into the tub and give her the douche in the tub this time instead of on the toilet. She ask me to bend down and lick her “willowy wonderland” and I tried, but with all that water inside of me I couldn’t. She then reached into her vagina with a finger then two and brought them out glistening with something and rubbed on the outside of her “willowy wonderland”. She then ask me to put the nozzle inside her and squeeze the bulb. I did and she closed her eyes and bent her knees a little and let out a little OOOHHHH. I had almost forgot the water and soap l was holding, but then the urge hit hard and I told her l had to go.

She said ok and told me to just squat and let go right there in the tub. As l have always said I did as I was told. I exploded in the tub. I really felt funny, l had gone in the woods a few times out camping and at my grandparents had used the outside john, but never in the bathtub. I had started and couldn’t stop and it was a little messy, but Jean just stood there with the douche bulb nozzle moving in and out of her willowy wonderland. When I had stopped going she took the nozzle out of herself and stepped out of tub. She turned on the water and started using the sprayer to wash me and the tub. The water was a little cold to begin with and I jumped but soon it warmed up and I took the soap out of the dish and washed up. Jean decided that I should have another bath, so after rinsing out the tub, she ran some more water with only me in the tub this time. She was like a mother hen hovering over her brood. She washed and washed and washed. I said she was a clean freak.

When she finished I stepped out and she dried me this time. Then that something special happened. She was on her knees drying my legs and feet when she looked up at my penis and just reached up with her tongue and licked it. It was only semi-erect but bounced quickly to attention with the attention it was receiving. Then she took the whole thing in her mouth. That was a first for me. I remember seeing the ceiling for the first time as my head bent backwards and my eyes rolled up. I cannot with words then or now describe the feeling in my balls, my stomach, by butt, my chest, my shoulders, arms and even my toes. I was even feeling the few hairs l had on my chest. She was making every nerve in my body to feel things they had never felt. Then as quick as she started, she stopped. She stood and walked over to the linen closet and pulled out a chrome looking bullet. She told me that she had contacted a man in a machine shop and had him make this special nozzle for her to receive an enema. It had a hole all the way through and a little notch on the base with threads on it. It was about 7″ long and 1 1/2 ” in diameter. She told me it was stainless steel and handed it to me. It was really heavy. Those of today who think they have new ideas, need to realize that people have been coming up with ideas for things to insert into their bodies for pleasure since time began.

She filled up the bag again and took out a little screw looking thing and put it in the end of the hose and then twisted in onto the silver looking nozzle.

She told me she was going to get on her hands and knees in the tub and wanted me to give her the whole bag without stopping the flow. She hung the bag on the towel rack and handed the nozzle to me. She told me to Vaseline the silver nozzle and to put a lot on her “rosebud”. There is a list on the net that the owner’s nickname is rosebud, but that word to is not new.

By the way, Jean’s nickname for my penis was “winkie”. No, I don’t why. She got into the tub on her hands and knees. What a sight as she reached back and spread her cheeks. She had me use my finger in her rosebud and told me to go in and out a lot. Then she said to use two fingers and really go in and out hard. I was thinking about getting my fingers dirty. Funny how the mind works. I had a woman that had thrilled me to no end with all kinds of kinky stuff and had just had my penis in her mouth and I was thinking about getting my fingers dirty ???

I worked my fingers in and out and did not see anything on my fingers and the thought left. Jean began to hump my fingers a little and said to put the nozzle in but do it slow. I started the nozzle in a little at a time and it was incredible at how her hole was stretching to take that nozzle. I had put it in about 4 inches when she said to start the water. I unsnapped the clamp and the water started and I heard a little moan come from her. She told me to go ahead and put the whole nozzle inside of her and I moved it in slowly until all was in except the part I was holding. It didn’t take long and the water was emptying into her and the bag was flat. I ask her if she wanted me to take the nozzle out and she whispered, not yet. She just stayed in the same position for 5 minutes or so. Then she told me to slowly ease the nozzle out and I did. That all familiar moan arose from her lips one more time. She told me to turn the water on and let it warm up. I did and then she said to use the sprayer and point it right on her rose bud.

I did and when the water hit her opening she started expelling. I am not into scatology or anything but I was getting hard again watching her expel and the water from the sprayer hitting her ass at the same time. She had reached underneath of herself and started playing with her clit and she was really moaning loudly like she had in the past just before she orgasmed. When she was completely empty, l rinsed off her legs and the rest of the tub. When she was able to get up, I wasn’t sure if she had gotten off or not, but she was red as a beet. Flushed is a better term. She wanted to bathe again. I said “clean freak”. It was getting close to 3:00AM but l didn’t care of even think of sleep.

Before going to sleep at 6:45AM, she had given me another enema and used the silver nozzle, she had me give her two more enemas. She had peed in the bathtub standing up while I watched. I think she had me tongue and lick her clit for almost an hour. You know the little piece of skin under the tongue that is like a tendon or something. I had a blister on that from it rubbing my bottom teeth while I had my tongue shoved inside of her and all over her willowy wonderland.

That was also the first time she let me have intercourse with her and it was marvelous. She was on top and she would go all the way down on my penis and then rub back and forth. I lasted quite awhile for me, but I had already cum twice when she finally let me into her. To this day, I have not ever let anyone do this to me, but she did and I loved it. After I had fucked her and cum in her, she sat on my face and I licked my own cum out of her. I did this many more times after that, but only with her and have not done it since. Maybe some of you amateur Psyco’s can help me understand this. She fixed me breakfast before we went to sleep. All I had was a banana. I had to eat it out of her.

YEP, l ate it out of her. I don’t think l could get anybody to understand how I felt about this woman. I would have eat her shit if she would have ask me. I never did, she never ask and today the thought is a nauseating to me, but the feelings l had for her were incredible and at that time would have done anything.

She later had her friend that made the silver nozzle, made some other things for our games and I will tell you about them later.

Jean oh Jean where are you today ?

Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?

As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!!

I sit in my big overstuffed chair in front of you. Then in a very stern voice I tell you to strip, take off All your clothes and prepare for your punishment. Now you stand before me completely naked, You have got to be the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life, and all mine! I tell you to come closer and you do so moving slowly. I then tell you to position yourself across my lap, as you do so I make sure your stiff cock is situated between my knees. I inform you I won’t be kept waiting and to remind you the next time.

Woooooosh my paddle comes down on your baby soft tush.

You moan and wiggle and I bring my paddle down again, after a few more times your ass and top of your thighs sting and are bright red! Then I remind you again that you are a bad boy! As you get up you rub your sore ass. I guide you to the large object in the corner as you get closer you realize it’s an examination table. I tell you to lay back on the end of the table and put you legs in the leg cradles, I secure them with Velcro. I secure your hands to the restraints on the side of the table.

I slide the leg cradles as far apart as your legs will allow, from the tray I get a very large candy thermometer and with one finger spread K-Y all over the tip of it. Then pressing it against your tight little asshole, you let out a moan as I slide it in. I take the skinny thermometer and grab your cock with a little KY left I lube the end. Now I slowly insert it in the end of your stiff cock. I step back and look at your sexy body looking so erotic I feel myself starting to get damp. I take the nipple clamps from the tray and move to your side as I lean over to take your nipple between my teeth you feel my hard nipples rub across your body.

I then take an ice cube and rub it across your nipple to get it good and hard, then I attach your nipple clamp. I move to the other side and repeat the same procedure, you wince as the pressure of the clamp tightens on your nipple. I step back and lift my wine glass, I ask you if you’d like some and you reply yes so I dip my nipple in the glass and move toward the head of the table. You open your mouth like a baby waiting to feed, as you take my nipple in your mouth you suck with such expertise, I love the way you suck my nipples.

I move away and say : “Time to check your temperature!”

I slowly withdraw the large thermometer from your ass watching your tight opening snap shut once it is removed. Now I grab your cock and ever so slowly ease that one out. Now I remove a bowl and razor from the tray and cover you groin with shaving cream using a small brush, I cover your scrotum and on down to your ass. You wince as you feel the razor against your skin. I slowly slide it over your skin and across all your tender spots. I take a small bottle of water and pour it on you to remove the excess soap. I can’t resist I cup you soft balls gently in my hands and wrap my hot lips around the head of your cock, making small circles with my tongue on the head of your stiff cock.

Knowing you have had a few drinks and would probably have to pee, I open a plastic bag and remove a long small tube, I tell you to lay still while I insert this. Then you realize it’s a catheter. I lube it with cream and insert the tip into the end of your cock. I gradually feed the tube into you until I reach your bladder. it’s a bit uncomfortable at first but it starts turning into a stimulating feeling. I hang the end of the tube into a bucket, and drip, drip, your urine starts to flow to the bucket. I grab the base of your cock and put on your cock ring and ball spreader just to make sure you don’t come until I am ready to let you. I slip a ball on each side of the leather strip and snap it.

Now I leave you and come back rolling an IV stand with a very large 4 quart enema bag on it with a nozzle that resembles a small cock. The sight of the huge bag scares you, and I assure you, you will take the whole thing as your punishment. I put a large amount of K-Y on your tight little opening and slide first one than two fingers inside you so I can massage your hidden gland. Making sure you are lubricated sufficiently I put the nozzle against your opening and run my tongue over your tight balls as I insert the nozzle, when it is totally fed in and in position I inflate the small balloon inside of your sweet ass, I tell you that is so you don’t loose a drop. With that I let the warm water flow, I can see by the look on your face the soapy water is starting to be uncomfortable to you.

I move to the head of the table and tell you again what a bad boy you were keeping me waiting for you! You start to tell me you can’t take anymore so I stop the flow for a moment and massage your belly. When the discomfort subsides I continue the flow. Now your belly is expanded so you look pregnant, I lean over and take your tongue in my mouth and give you a long hot passionate kiss to remind you how deeply I feel about you! Finally the full 4 quarts are inside of you. I leave it there for 15 minutes as I remind you I won’t take second place to anything or anybody, so I won’t be left waiting again.

He rang the bell. Karen answered with a smile. John saw she was wearing bib-overall shorts and maybe nothing else. Beneath the denim was only Karen’s soft skin. He could see her shoulders and gentle outline of her breasts before they disappeared under the denim. She had cut her hair short, shorter than his. He admired her new hair style. He explained about the traffic. Karen assured him she understood.

“Take off your shoes John,” She said and left the doorway foyer and disappeared down the hall. Even though he had seen her breasts before he looked for her breasts as she turned but the denim did its job. John felt a tinge of an erection.

He took off his shoes leaving them near the door and followed her trail to the hall.

“I like your new hair cut,” He said.

He turned to go down the hall when he saw her. Without smiling Karen said, “Time for your enema.” In one hand she was holding an enema bag slightly above her breast. In the other hand she was holding a nozzle vertically. A white tube formed a parabola connecting the two.

“What?” John said in amazement.

“I’m going to give you an enema, go into the bedroom,” She told him.

John understood the situation. He knew what an enema was but this was completely out of the blue. He had butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t know what to do. He surprised himself when he turned toward the bedroom without saying a word. As he walked down the hall towards the bedroom the butterflies became worse.

“I like your new hair cut,” He stammered, “When did you get it done.”

“I had it cut today. I think it will be easier to keep, anyway I’ll let it grow this winter.” Karen said as the rounded the corner to the bedroom. “Take off your shirt.”

John looked around the large bedroom. He had been there before. Next to the bed was a floor lamp with four curved arms. The bed covers had been turned down and only fitted sheet covered the mattress. Large stacks of pillows were at the top of the bed, he started to panic. John was even more amazed at himself when he started to unbutton his shirt. The tinge of an erection by now had turned into a complete hard-on, but his underwear kept his penis pointing down. This condition made him uncomfortable but he was not in pain. He removed his shirt. The large bulge in his crotch did not go unnoticed by Karen.

“John,” Karen said, “when I give the enema I want you to wear some special gloves. Would you mind?”

God she was sexy in that outfit, John thought. What is she trying to do? His erection pressed harder against his pants. “What kind of gloves?”

Karen hooked the open top enema bag on one of the lamp arms and stuck the nozzle through the hole in the top of the bag. She took the shirt from John saying “Their really not much, I think you would enjoy wearing them. Would you wear them for me? I’ll show them to you”. She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer and presented the gloves. They looked like cooking mittens with a type of lace around them. “Here try them on.” She presented one mitten.

For his part, John looked at the mittens, determined which hand was needed and put his right hand into the mitten. “See its not that bad.” John felt this was just a little weird but played along. He put his other hand into the other glove. He strained to see her breasts as she bent to put on the glove, but no luck.

“How does they feel?”

“OK.”

“Now make a fist.”

John made a fist with both hands. Karen then used Velcro to freeze his hands in fists.

“Is this OK John?”

“I guess.” John said

Then she moved behind him. She took a small chain and secured his hands behind him. His hands were by his side but he couldn’t move them forward. The butterflies and panic were becoming more obvious and now bells and whistles were going off inside him. She kissed his the side of his neck from behind. Not passionately but it sent a tingling sensation down his spine. This made his erection harder. Then she gently bit his neck.

“Is this OK?” She said softly.

“Sure.”

She turned him around and reached for his belt. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this to you all day.” She said as she undid his belt. She unhooked his pants. It was a little awkward but she got the job done. She unzipped his fly and pulled pants past his hips down to his ankles. “Hmmmm” she cooed as she saw his erection straining against his underwear. “Sit down on the bed.”. John kind of waddled back towards the bed as his pants at ankle height restrained his motion. He almost fell but he was near the bed and was saved from falling by sitting on the bed. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his clumsiness. She noticed. “Scoot up to the pillows.”

She helped him arrange himself so the pillows held his shoulders and head. With his head erect he would watch the coming events. She pulled off his pants one leg at a time. Then she removed each sock, leaving only the underwear. “Lift up” Karen told him. He lifted his hips so she could remove his underwear. As she removed it John was surprised at the feeling it gave him. His penis wanted to be harder, but it couldn’t. As she removed his underwear his penis sprang almost vertical. “You seem to be enjoying this” Karen said referring to his erection that was accented by his hips being pushed forward to remove his underwear. “You are incredibly sexy, I can’t help myself,” John responded. “You’re sexy too and your penis looks delicious. I might have it for desert.”

John lifted his feet and Karen finished removing his underwear. He was completely nude. She stared at his erection as it pulsated with each heart beat, John noticed some pre-cum started to form at the end of the opening. He looked at her but she stared his balls tight against his groin, then at his ass. “Nice ass John.”

Karen went over to her dresser and got two rubber gloves from her drawer. She plunged one hand into a glove wiggling her finger to get a good fit. Then she stroked each finger to smooth the rubber. John looked on as she repeated the same procedure with the other hand. When she was finished she wiggled all her fingers to test the glove’s fit. She went back to the draw for a tube of K-Y jelly. She removed the cap and put a small dab on the middle finger of her right hand.

“Bend your knees John.”

His knees bent. The little bells were screaming now.

“More.” she told him.

He obliged. He felt her spread the cheeks of his ass and the smear the cold K-Y jelly on his hole.

“This won’t hurt a bit.” With that she stuck her middle finger up his rectum and into his colon as far as she could. She twisted and turned her finger slightly as she probed. She could feel his colon was empty. She probed his prostrate gland. Pushing on rather hard quite a few times. Each time she pushed she could his penis pulsate. This gave her a sense of power over him.

John moaned. His hips started to rotate slightly. He was trying to come and needed something or anything to stimulate his cock. She removed her finger from his rectum. “I could learn to love you John, you are turning me on.” She went into the bathroom that was adjacent the bedroom. John was breathing through his mouth now. He heard the water running. “I’ll be just a minute.” Karen called out. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine.” He lied.

“Would you like some music?”.

“No thanks.”

She returned with a pitcher of water and filled up the enema bag. He could still hear the water running. While she was filling the bag she asked, “Have you ever had an enema before?”

“Yes I’ve some when I was a kid.”

“Did you like them?” She said topping off the bag.

“I don’t remember.” He lied again. He remembered.

She went back to the bathroom and in a minute she returned. He couldn’t hear the water running anymore. She slipped her suspenders over her shoulders and let the bib and suspenders fall. John stared. Her breasts were small but they had the cutest nipples he’d seen. The nipples were erect now.

“You’ve got lovely breasts Karen, can I kiss one for you?” John said laying there.

Karen removed the nozzle stuck in the top of the bag. She looked at him and started licking the nozzle to provide some lubrication to work with his already lubed asshole. “Later John, if your good I’ll let you kiss them.” The shutoff clamp of the tubing was close to the bag. She pinched the tubing close to the tip and released the clamp letting a little squirt of water hit John’s stomach. “Sorry.” She said. He flinched but managed a smile. She parted his cheeks once again and inserted the tip into his rectum. “How’s that?”

“Its OK Karen.”

She taped the tube to his thigh then let her fingers go and the water started to flow.

“Oh…” John muttered. The sensation of the water flowing hit John and he wasn’t quite prepared. He did an involuntary wiggle as his ass tightened to keep the water from leaking out. This only made his erection harder. Karen was pleased with her work. She gripped his penis around its girth and pressed on its gland hard with her thumb until she felt his ‘bone’. The precum had made the gland slippery and she slipped her thumb over the head. John thought this could be the end. He couldn’t keep from squirming under her influence. He had never experienced such sensations before. Karen released his penis. The water still flowing, John looking on from the bed, Karen slid the shorts over her hips and they dropped like a rock to the floor. She was completely nude. She had shaved her pubic hair! John had always admired her mound. He imagined he could put three fingers between her thighs with her knees together at her mound. Now he could see her vaginal slit. The skin was gently tucked into the slit from either side.

His precum started to drip. Karen saw that John didn’t take his eyes off her newly shaved area. “Do you like it?” She asked.

“Do I ever.” John replied.

“Good.” She climbed onto the bed with her ass to his face. John could only focus on her vagina and butt hole. “I want you to kiss it”

“No problem,” John said. A wave from the enema hit John and he strained to tightened his ass around the enema nozzle. The water kept coming. He put his mouth over her vagina, but she quickly moved her asshole to his mouth. He was taken back by the gesture, but thought what the hell, and let his tongue probed her rectum.

“Hmmmm… that feels soooo good.” Karen said. The warmth of his mouth on her butt made her tingle. “How’s your enema?”

“Its pretty intense.” His words were garbled by her ass. Karen wanted to press her ass down hard on his face to gain more sensation, but didn’t. His tongue in her butt and his warm mouth felt so good.

“You do this so well.”. She reached for the white tube and pinched off the flow with her thumb and finger. Then let it go and watched his penis strain against the air. When she stopped and started the flow like this, John felt some strange sensations causing a semi-involuntary kagel. She did the procedure a number of times. John put the energy into making love to her rectum. Karen was getting very wet. As she watched the bag empty, her hand found its way to her newly shaved mound. She slowly started to rub her pubic area.

After he’d taken over half the bag Karen reached over and closed the clamp stopping the flow of water. “I want to fuck your brains out” she told him. “Put your legs down.”. John put them down and was laying flat. Karen swung her ass around and sat down on his thighs. She looked at him laying there and admired his body. She milked his penis for all the pre-cum she could get from it and spread the slippery stuff over the head and shaft for lubricant. She got some from his belly and spread it over the lips of her vagina. John saw her smile as she started rubbing her lips again in one hand and grabbed his penis in the other. She spread her lips and positioned his penis to penetrate her.

John looked on her shaved cunt. He bucked his hips trying to enter her. “Easy John, just go for the ride.” He stopped trying to enter her. She made sure there was enough lubricant, reached for the clamp and lowered herself on him. John still had the enema nozzle in his ass. She felt so good to him. He started to moan. When he had entered her as far as she could she stopped moving her hips. He opened his eyes and saw her looking back at him, he wanted to hold her but couldn’t. He heard a ‘click’ when she released the clamp. When the water hit his colon he felt his climax build inside. The water flowed without mercy.

The first spasm took him completely by surprise and he didn’t have time to do anything with his penis at first but quickly started to buck his hips. He lifted her up on his next spasm, and she bore down on him with all of her weight and he still lifted her off the bed. He started shouting and moaning uncontrollably. He relaxed for his second spasm and some of the enema leaked. He tightened and came again lifting Karen as high as he could. Karen wanted him deeper. She pushed to get all of him she could. More enema leaked and a third spasm came to him. John was out of control of his emotions and body. He just came and came until he couldn’t come anymore. He tried but just couldn’t and finally stopped struggling. Karen reached over shut the clamp. She bent over and kissed him gently on the lips. John weakly kisses her back. She kissed his neck as she pressed her body next to his.

After a few minutes of relaxing John said “I have to go hon.”

Karen told him, “I didn’t get off yet, I want to get off first.”.

“I want you to get off, but I have to go.”.

“Please, I want to get off with the water inside of you. It sounds a little weird, but I think its so sexy, I know something that might help.” She slowly lifted herself from his cock. He was still half erect, and the familiar tinge hit when he looked at her shaved pussy. Karen saw him stare and move her hips closer to his face as she got off the bed. He knew that since he had kissed her asshole he couldn’t contaminate her vagina.

Karen went into the bathroom and returned with the pitcher of water and refilled the bag. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a long round object. It was a dildo that was about 3/4 inch thick and 9 or so inched long. Originally it had a straw in its center but she had removed it and she used it as an enema nozzle. “Bend your legs.” John bent. She removed the nozzle from his ass, quickly ripped the tape from his thigh. Then she put the enema nozzle into the dildo. “This will help you.” Karen said as she was spreading K-Y jelly over the top. John keep looking at the bag, her face, breast and shaved pussy. John felt the dildo go in and in. Karen pulled it out again. “Just wanted to see how it would fit. Did it hurt?”.

“No, but I still have to go…” Karen shoved it back in and gave it a 360 degree twist when it was inserted. She delighted in the power it gave her as John asshole tightened as she turned the instrument. “Hold still I’ll be right back.”.

“I’ll be here.” As if he could leave. John looked at the bag and figured it was well over half gone. He looked at his dick and found it still erect. He started to question the whole situation when Karen came back into the room with a pitcher of water to refill the bag. The little bells started the alarms going again. They were countermanded by the sight of Karen’s body and shaved pussy. His penis gave him signals of starting to stir. His bowels however, were giving him signals of panic.

“Just some more water to make sure the enema will work.” She told him as she was walking toward the bed. She noticed he did not look her in the eye but his eyes were riveted somewhere near her hips. “Did I ever tell you that you had a big dick?” She arrived at the bag and turn her back to him. He continued to stare at her ass drinking in every curve and smell he could. She poured the water into the bag then bent at the hips to put the pitcher on the floor, exposing all she could for his view.

“Are you more comfortable now?” She asked as she stood up. “I still have to go.”

She released the clamp and the water started to flow. She grabbed his penis and started to squeeze the gland. Then she gently felt his balls. His erection became hard again. “I want to suck you penis, can I?” She purred.

“Sure!”

Karen sat on the bed next to him and kissed him on his lips. It was an open kiss and their tongues pushed between their mouth. Karen held him with her other arm. John felt a little helpless and his arms were still behind him but he did enjoy all of this attention. She offered him her breast and he took her nipple in his mouth. He played with it between his lips, sucking on it. She was getting a tinge in her vagina from his efforts. He ran his teeth over its end. Then he gently but firmly bit at her nipple.

“OWwww” she jerked back. She actually was turned on by the jester but didn’t want to let him know. She slapped him rather hard on his leg. “Not so hard! I wouldn’t do that if I were in your position.” She threatened. It was a convenient excuse. She went to the lamp that was holding the enema bag and raised the bag about another six or so inches. The pressure on his bowels and anus immediately increase. She crawled on the bed and offered her ass to his face. He found her asshole and plunged his tongue in. “Now that feels good.” She cooed. It sent waves through her. She bent down and put his penis inside her mouth. She reached over and pinched off the tube stopping the water flow. She released and licked gland, pumped the shaft with her free hand. Karen liked to suck the cum remnants and savored the burning in her throat from the cum. She felt some of his cum drip from her. John felt it drip from her vagina on his chest. His erection was completely hard now. Karen removed his penis from her mouth to check the flow. The bag was almost gone.

John was still engaged in her asshole. The strange new sensations he was feeling had completely overwhelmed him. Now he felt his bowel getting full, quite full. He strained to make room for more, but it offered little relief.

He mumble “I’m full.”

But it came out “Hmmm lllll”. Karen looked at his belly and saw it was swollen. It was what she was waiting for.

“Almost done John.” She told him as she grabbed his penis and pressed down on the gland and squeezed. “Hang on.” She started pumping his shaft up and down.

She removed her ass from his face. “I’m very full, it kinda hurts.” He said at the first opportunity.

“I know, but you’ll be OK,” she assured him. He was cramping and he never had felt so full. John looked down and saw his belly extended. All the alarms were resonating in his brain. She smiled and told him she loved him. She reached down and pulled out a medium sized butt plug.

“What’s that.” Asked somewhat panicked when he saw it. Karen put some K-Y jelly on it and then ran her finger up and down its side smearing the grease over its surface.

“This is a butt plug John. We don’t want any more accidents do we?” She asked in an accusingly. He didn’t have a come back or any fight left. He was completely at her whim. “Roll over on your stomach.” John started to move be his body didn’t respond in quite the same way as it did a few minutes again. Karen gently helped him, and he rolled over and ended up in cross-ways on his stomach his penis under his belly. Karen got on the bed and positioned herself to insert the device in his ass. She parted his cheeks with her free hand the started to insert it.

John felt it go in. In a day of surprises, it should not have surprised him when he liked the sensation it produced but it did. He was embarrassed to admitted it. He felt his asshole spread as she put it in. He felt the sensation as she slowly pulled it out. He realized that she had started to fuck his asshole with the butt plug. He heard her make little noises and the plug slowly went in and out. His penis was getting harder and he ended up positioning his ass so accept the plug better. The cramps and fullness were still there but the pressure on his penis and ass helped the situation.

Karen watched his ass go to a ring around his ass as she insert the butt plug half way home. She slowly with-drew it, put it in again and withdraw. The sight of his asshole expanding then back to a small hole excited her. She started to massage her pubic bone, outer lips and then her clitoris. Alternating between her clitoris and lips she pushed the butt plug in and out. She saw that he positioned his ass to accept the device she held and this excited her even more. As she felt a wave of climax come over her she just pushed the butt plug all the way in.

John’s asshole spasmed as the butt plug went in. He wanted his ass to close as it had before but the thing was inside and as he try to close his ass the plug just went further in until it came to a stop with his asshole preyed apart. He heard Karen making sexual noises and was turned on but he couldn’t she her. Then he felt her get off his legs and say “Roll over.”

He obliged. Using a leg to roll himself over he rolled onto his back. His hands came to rest under his ass and he felt the butt plugs based against his cheeks. A new wave of cramps from the enema and he wanted to draw up his legs but his stomach muscles weren’t responding as he expected and Karen was climbing over him. A determined woman now Karen wanted his penis inside for her next orgasm. She quickly put his penis inside her and started to draw herself up and down on his shaft as she let out load yelps and screams.

He felt the pressure go away as he started to reach orgasm again. Karen had not had this powerful an orgasm in some time. She wanted him deep inside of her as wave after wave of orgasms struck her. Everything inside her was on fire. Then she gently pressed on his abdomen. John writhed in pain and she had one another powerful orgasm. She yelled and screamed and the fell limp over him as she hugger him and little tremors came across her body. She rested there a minute and propped herself up on her elbows and started kissing John. She felt so close to him and it had been so good. “You do that so well John.”, She told him. John managed a smile, but his mind was on the enema he held inside. Karen saw John’s expression and decided to tease him a little. “I could just stay here forever with you inside me.” She whispered in his ear, then started to nibble on the lobe.

“Karen, I really need to go.”

“OK, I’ll help you up.”. Karen slowly lifted herself from John penis. She crawled around behind him, grabbed his neck with both hands and started to lift him up. John helped as best he could and soon found himself sitting on the edge of the bed. He felt the blood flow into his hands, but the pressure of his weight sitting on the butt plug caused a cramp hit and he stopped his forward progress. “C’mon,” Karen urged. John stood up, he was shaky. He couldn’t stand up strait so he walked hunched over. “You’ll feel better in when you get to the bathroom,” Karen said as told hold of his still erect cock and let him to the bathroom. Each step he took he could feel the butt plug move inside him. “You know John, I think you could learn to like enemas. You are so sexy,” Karen said.

John thought of a bunch of things to say but didn’t have the strength to argue the point. He wanted to talk with her about freeing his hand, but he found himself staring at her breasts again. His penis was still hard and now she had grabbed his balls and was leading him to the place he wanted to be. These facts did not get past Karen who looked him in the eyes briefly from admiring his extended abdomen and rock hard penis.

“Step into the tub, I’m going to pull the butt plug out.” John stepped into the tub it cold hit the bottom of his feet. “Bend and put your head against the wall, and when I pull it out, don’t shit on me or I’ll put it back in.” The challenge didn’t mean much at this time, he just didn’t want to make any mistakes. Karen maneuvered her hand to grab the butt plug by it base. She put her other hand on her wrist and with all of her mite she pulled the butt plug free.

John’s anus went into spasms. He tried hard to keep the enema from squiring out, but he couldn’t tell what had happened. “Good boy,” he heads Karen say. He felt her steady as he straightened up and stepped out of the bathtub. The toilet was not far. He backed to the toilet as Karen guided him. Then finally he got to sit down. He looked up and saw Karen’s shaved pussy inches from his face, the glistening butt plug at her side. Karen bent over grabbed his penis and stuck it under the seat then switched on the exhaust fan. John realized that he hadn’t started to go. Karen turned and walked away. Through it all John still admired her ass. He had no choice, the enema came out in torrents. The pain did not ease at first, but took what seemed forever and the cramps when away as pure water shot from his ass. Karen went to the sink and started to clean the equipment.

“Sounds like you really had to go,” Karen said with a smile. Another wave hit and this time the soap Karen put in the refill started its work. Shit came and came from him. “You know John, you really ought to take better care of yourself. All of this shit will make you sick you grumpy.” More shit came out. He reached back with his elbow and flushed the toilet. His hands behind his back were becoming an annoyance. “I think this enema is just what you needed. You were full of shit when you got here, that’s why the traffic upset you so. You are going to be relaxed when you leave here tonight.”. Karen left the room and John heard her dial the phone. He tried to listen to hear what she was saying but the he couldn’t stop going long enough to make out anything. Karen walked back into the bathroom still naked.

John could help staring at her. “‘Bout done?” Karen asked.

“I think so.” John replied

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Karen said. “Bend over.”.

John bent over his knees and Karen came over and cleaned his bottom, balls and penis with toilet wipes. “Feel better John?”

John was still sitting on the stool his mind taking stock of his body. It was OK. He started to stand but his knees were wobbly from the ordeal. It had drained him, but he was not hurt and he felt surprisingly good about it. It had been and evening of surprises that had not yet hit his psyche. He rested back down on the stool and looked up Karen and told her he was OK. He saw her leaning against the sink counter with her legs crossed at the ankles. She had a slender tube he judged to be about four feet long. The tube was stiff as she arched it up. She was looking at him over the top of the tube’s arch. Karen lined the top of the arch of the colon tube to the bridge of John’s nose then said, “Ready for your next one?”.

However the story does not have an ending. What is she holding? A stomach tube? An irrigation tube? Or what? What is she going to do with it? When will it be continued? Is this real? Or somebody’s fantasy ?

Pam graduated the University of Wisconsin Madison in 1981 with a Masters in Social Work and took a position with Milwaukee County. In 1983, The State organized a conference at UW Madison in late August after Summer session had finished. The organizers did very well in setting up a complicated five-day program for several hundred attendees. They reserved one large dormitory for double occupancy and contracted cafeteria personnel to serve three meals a day. Campus medical facilities and all other essentials were kept open, as well.

In an effort to encourage people to make new contacts in the field, the organizers set up the room mates; no one got to choose. In fact, the committee took care to put same sex people of different ages and backgrounds together.

Shortly after Pam checked in Sunday afternoon, her room mate, Ellen, arrived. In keeping with the committee’s intentions, Ellen, at 58 years of age, was over 30 years Pam’s senior. Despite that difference or, perhaps because of it, the two ladies got on very well. Ellen was a sharp, educated, very perceptive, and well-informed lady with a subtle but engaging sense of humor. That evening was spent in widely varied conversation with self-imposed lights out at 10.

Classes and meetings started at 8 the next morning. Since neither Pam nor Ellen were late sleepers, they were up in plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely breakfast of coffee and Danish and still arrive at the first meeting unhurriedly. As they were to discover, the days were jammed with meetings until 5 o’clock. There was so much material and so many notes to organize, Pam and Ellen were at that task until nearly bedtime every evening. The State of Wisconsin had no intention of setting up a golfing vacation. The few people who brought clubs disappointedly left them in the car.

Tuesday morning as they were about to leave the room for breakfast, Ellen remarked, “I enjoy these get-togethers, but every time I travel, I get bogged down with irregularity.”

“That happens,” said Pam. “It’s the change in routine.”

“Has it happened to you?”

“Not yet. But it sure could any day now. Are you constipated?”

“Yeah.”

“Has it been long?”

“Since Saturday night.”

“Three days. Oh, that’s miserable! If I miss just one day, I’m uncomfortable and I have to take something so it doesn’t go on for even two days.” After a short pause, Pam said, “Tell you what. I could go over to the convenience store for a paper and get you something. Would you take some Milk of Magnesia?”

“No need to do that. I took some Correctol last night.”

“And it hasn’t helped?”

“No. Of course, it’s still early in the day. If it doesn’t work by this afternoon, I’ll need an enema.”

“Well, there’s plenty of time, Ellen. I imagine they have Fleets Enemas over there. I could get you one or even a couple, and you could take it right away.”

“Thanks so much, Pam, but I don’t like Fleets Enemas.”

“I don’t, either,” Pam admitted. “They’re not too effective and they’re unpleasant. The only proper treatment for constipation is a high volume bag enema, usually with soap.”

“That’s my opinion,” said Ellen, somewhat surprised at the younger woman’s understanding. “But I think I’m one of the few people who believes that anymore.”

“It may be generational. My mom gave me enemas as a child and, when I became old enough to manage myself, she taught me how to prepare them and give them to myself. In fact, I believe you don’t have to be ill to get the benefit. It’s a good idea, every now and then, just to have a good cleaning out. No matter what’s wrong, even if nothing’s wrong, en enema will always have you feeling better.”

The day went on at its busy pace until 5 o’clock. After the ladies arrived in their room and stacked the day’s hand-outs and notes on the table, Ellen remarked, “I’m going to drive to the drug store and pick up an enema bag. Can I get anything for you while I’m there?”

“No,” said Pam, thinking. “Nothing, thanks, Ellen. For once I packed everything for a conference.”

“I wish I had. Never again will I leave home without enema equipment.”

When Ellen returned, Pam was working on the day’s notes. “They didn’t have the hot water bottle combinations,” Ellen said, opening the package to reveal an open top syringe, a bar of Neutrogena soap, and a small tube of Vaseline. Tossing the things on her bed, she began undressing. “If you need to get in the bathroom, now’s the time. I expect I’ll have it tied up for a while.”

“You’re gonna give yourself an enema in the bathroom?” asked Pam.

A little surprised, Ellen replied, “Well, yeah. That’s the idea.”

“Of course it’s entirely up to you, but wouldn’t it be easier on the bed?”

“Well, I suppose,” said Ellen, tentatively, not quite sure what Pam had in mind.

“I could give it to you. Wouldn’t that be better?”

“Yes,” said Ellen. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“No. Most assuredly, I wouldn’t mind. It would be so much easier than your laying on the floor and, after getting a belly full of enema, getting to your feet and over to the toilet. Did you plan on using Neutrogena in the enema?”

“Yeah, that’s the best. It’s mild, but effective.”

“All right,” said Pam as she walked into the bathroom and snatched a towel which she then folded in half and lay on the bed. “You lie down on the towel. We can hang the bag over the top drawer of the chest of drawers.”

Ellen finished undressing. She did as she was told as Pam ran very warm water into the washbowl and rolled the soap over and over in the water until it was a milky color. Then, making sure the clamp was shut, filled the bag to the top.

“My experience, Ellen, is the longer nozzle inserted about five inches, is the easiest to use.”

“That’s right. I use that one. It seems to stay in easier.”

Pam attached the nozzle, placed it down in the bag, then opened the top drawer of the chest and, using the little hook that came with the syringe, hung it over the edge. “With the nozzle in the solution, it’ll stay warm while I lube you up,” Pam said as she pulled a chair up next to Ellen.

Ellen wasn’t to sure about being “lubed up.” Usually, she smeared Vaseline on the nozzle. Pam could see a little concern.

“Mom taught me. The secret to taking an enema is being relaxed. She helped me relax by massaging the Vaseline across my anus. That’s what I have in mind. ‘Course, if you like, you can do that.”

“No,” Ellen decided, “that would be fine.” She’d probably enjoy that and it would be relaxing.

Seated next to Ellen, Pam opened the tube of Vaseline and squeezed a goodly dollop onto her finger. “Tip up pelvis, Ellen,” she asked kindly. “There, now I’m gonna reach under.”

While Ellen was less than completely at ease about this, she tilted up as Pam reached under and rubbed the petroleum jelly across her anus.

Rubbing back and forth, Pam asked, “How’s that? Okay?” It wasn’t bad, actually, thought Ellen. In fact, it was kind of nice and it was relaxing.

After about a minute of massage, Pam reached up and removed the nozzle. “You’ll feel it touch now,” she said as she brought the tip against Ellen’s anus. “You’ll feel it enter,” she said. Gently, Pam inserted the pipe, which was warm. “Feel good?” she asked.

“Yes,” replied Ellen, welcoming a new sensation. “It does feel good.”

“Now, here,” Pam said as she clicked open the shut-off. She felt the tube in her fingers become a little warmer and she pinched it part way closed. “Is that coming in now?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s nice and warm. Oh, yeah, it feels fine. You do this very well, Pam, especially considering you have no husband of children.”

“No. Sure don’t. I have a boy friend who thinks he might take an enema if his life depends on it! I think Jeff’s mother was scared by an enema bag! All my experience comes from being my own patient. How ’bout your husband. Will he take it or is he like Jeff?”

“No, he’ll allow me to give him an enema whenever he needs it, although he rarely needs it.”

The enema went along with Ellen asking Pam to pinch the hose from time to time so she could take short breaths through her mouth until it was about half taken. Then it became difficult.

“You don’t have to take it all, if you just can’t hold it,” said Pam.

“No, I have to take it. I’m so stuffed up, if I don’t take it all, I’ll have to take at again later.” They continued, Pam pinching and Ellen breathing. Finally, after nearly 15 minutes, the bag was empty. “I’m going to hold it for five minutes,” Ellen declared. And she did, but not without much difficulty, as Pam removed the empty syringe to the bathroom. At a time when the urgency wasn’t severe, Ellen walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

At first, very little water escaped. Then only a little more. Ellen began sweating as the cramps came on. A little water dribbled out from time to time and some sold waste. She had to bear down and push to pass some really hard stuff. Over all, she passed very little and what she did evacuate, was hard. She massaged her abdomen and that helped. Gradually, the movement was easier. After 40 minutes and Ellen’s legs having gone to sleep a couple times, requiring her to stand so circulation would be restored, she decided she was finished. She didn’t feel nearly as well as she usually did.

“How’d it work?” asked Pam as Ellen came out of the bathroom.

“I don’t know. In fact, I don’t think it was very good, but I still could have more to empty. You go on to dinner. I don’t feel like eating. I’ll just lie down and rest.”

Concerned for her room mate, Pam went ahead. When she returned, Ellen was asleep. Pam left a note, walked over to the Student Union and visited with some of the other conference attendees until around 8 o’clock when she decided to return to the room. Ellen was asleep. As Pam brushed her teeth, she saw Ellen had been up again, and had probably decided to go to bed for the night.

Around 3 AM, Pam heard Ellen in the bathroom. Water was running in the washbowl. “Ellen,” Pam called, “Are you all right?”

“Did I wake you?” asked Ellen.

“It’s okay. Are you all right? Did that enema eventually work?”

“I’m taking it again.”

“Oh,” she paused in thought as she became more fully awake. “Okay. But let me help you.”

“That’s all right, Pam. Go back to sleep.”

“I can’t go back to sleep, Ellen. I’m worried about you. C’mon out, let me help you. Please.”

“Oh, all right. I guess neither of us will get any sleep until I get cleaned out. Ya know, if I were home, I’d have had that enema Monday and it would’ve worked easier.” Ellen emerged with the filled syringe and a towel. She threw the towel on the bed, hung the bag on the to drawer of the chest. “You don’t have to lube me. I put Vaseline on my bottom just a minute ago.”

Perceiving Ellen was very ill-at-ease, Pam assured her. “Please don’t feel bad, Ellen. Sometimes enemas don’t work, The thing to do then is take ‘em over. This one’ll probably be a lot easier.”

And it was. The two quarts flowed gently into Ellen’s bowel, she held it for her required five minutes, and the evacuation was effective. The waste was of a soft consistency that she passed easily and quickly.

“How ya doing now?” asked Pam.

“Much better! I really feel good.” She stayed up for a while, reading, to be sure she was through then went to bed and slept soundly until the alarm rang at 6:30.

Wednesday and Thursday went well and, by 9:30 Thursday evening, seated next to each other at the desk, they decided it had been a good week and a successful conference They’d check out the next day around noon.

“Ellen,” Pam asked, “Would you give me an enema?”

“Of course,” said Ellen, concerned. “Are you constipated?”

“No, Ellen. I just want an enema. Mostly, I want an enema from you. And I want a hug.”

“Oh, of course, dear,” said Ellen as she embraced her friend and held her close.

Pam’s enema was a pleasant experience for both ladies. Since they both lived in the Badger State, they visited each other a few times a year. The two Social Workers became lifelong friends and, while enemas weren’t the center of their relationship, they were an enjoyable part and a special ritual of every visit.

I was dreading going through the examination again, but I really needed different birth control pills. I was especially afraid of having a rectal examination and of the doctor using a metal speculum. At the clinic, they used plastic, and didn’t do a rectal, and that was all I had ever experienced. Something about those metal speculums terrified me then. Maybe they just looked too much like a “tool”. I’m not sure, but I knew I didn’t want one inside me…

I reluctantly made an appointment with my mother’s gynecologist, a man, and slept less and less as my appointment drew nearer. On the morning of the exam I wore a short (to the waist) expensive olive colored sweater, and matching trousers.

The next thing I remember I was sitting nervously in the waiting room wondering if I was going to be asked to provide a urine sample. I hate doing that. It’s so dehumanizing. The nurse opened the little plastic window separating the waiting room from the “back office” and called my name. My knees were shaking at this point. She weighed me and took my blood pressure, and told me to use the bathroom to empty my bladder if I needed to. No mention of peeing in a cup, so far so good, I thought.

I didn’t need the bathroom, so she led me into the examination room. It was small, white and the stirrups that were extended from the table were pointing towards the door as I walked in. She caught me off guard by asking me if I “wanted” a breast exam today. I quickly said no, and lied, telling her I had had one recently at my last doctor. Again, so far so good. She then told me to “go in the changing room (a little closet with a cloth curtain on it) strip from the waist down- you can leave your socks on if you want, then come back out here, sit up on the table and put the sheet across your lap”. wow-what a mouthful that was…I kept hearing her say “strip from the waist down” over and over in my mind…I thought “here I go again…”

I undressed quickly, very quickly, I was nervous. And stepped out with only my socks on onto the vinyl tile floor toward the examination table. It was only about 5 feet from the undressing “room” to the table, but it seemed like a mile as I tiptoed over to the table. I used the footstool, picked up the sheet the nurse had left for me, and carefully slid up onto the table, trying not to rip that damn examination paper they put on the table in the process. I covered my lap with the sheet (a green cloth one) and waited, wearing only my sweater and socks. I instinctively crossed my legs, then after a few minutes I wondered - What was I doing (??)…and uncrossed them, sitting with my knees spread a little. I felt so silly trying to be modest! I tried to relax, it couldn’t be done, and the sheet was getting wet underneath me. Embarrassed by the moisture I tried to wipe some of it away with the sheet.

Then I saw it. A shiny metal speculum sitting out on the counter by the sink, with a pair of rubber gloves draped over top of it. It looked as if the gloves were put there to obscure the view of the speculum. I studied it from the exam table, and could not imagine that this gleaming instrument would soon be inside my vagina. I shuddered, and wondered what it would feel like to have metal inside me.

Next, a knock at the door, and the doctor breezed in, smiling, and said let’s get started, ok? He talked to me briefly about what problems I was having with my b.c. pills, and told me he’d write me a prescription for something else today, and that would solve the problem. I was beginning to think I wouldn’t have a pelvic exam after all! I was feeling relieved when he came and stood beside the exam table and put one hand on my back and another on my knee. Then he said, “Let’s see if you still remember how to do this, ok?”

My hopes sank, and he guided me lie back on the table, and lifted my right knee (while he was standing beside the table) into the stirrup. I put my left foot in the other stirrup and just then the nurse walked in. I felt so embarrassed since the stirrups were facing the door, she could see everything! She stood on my left side, at the foot of the table, and began arranging the sheet so my legs were completely covered, then in one quick motion she pulled up the center of the sheet (the part between my feet) all the way up to my waist! my ankles and legs were covered, but the insides of my legs all the way up were now exposed. My stomach was churning with anxiety. Then, while looking between my legs, she said, “Slide your butt down the table this way, until you’re almost falling off….more”….more this way…ok, stop there.”

Now the doctor moved between my legs turning on a large floor lamp, and without warning used both hands to “comb” through my pubic hair several times. Those lights are always so hot. My face flushed with embarrassment instantly. I had never had this done before! Next I felt him use his both his index fingers (I think…) to palpate my outer lips. I was wet, and I wondered if he could tell. He said, “Let’s just see if you have any sore spots down here,” and started moving his fingers in little tight circles all over my outer and inner lips, including my clitoris. This felt hot to me, and I tried to ignore the sensation. Fortunately it was over soon, and I saw him reach for that metal speculum. I moved my knees together a little bit, without realizing it, and he quickly pushed them open as far as they would go, and said, “Just relax now”. Yeah, right.

I felt nothing specific as the speculum entered me, just cold smooth metal hardness. And I didn’t feel him open the speculum, but I just felt the sensation of being slowly stretched, and warm until it began to feel too stretched, then he stopped. I thought “Take it out take it out take it out”. I felt him taking a pap smear, and saw the nurse handling the glass slide with my “smear” on it. Clicking sounds and the speculum is withdrawn so quickly that my body still feels as though it’s inside me. I try to “will” myself closed again.

Now the doctor is standing between my legs, and slides 2 fingers in my vagina, slowly, and his hand is resting on my clitoris while he does it. Just a little, enough for me to get wetter. I’m so embarrassed all ready. I look over while his fingers are inside me and see my clothes, wishing I was in them, wishing to close my legs to this indignity, and the 2 sets of eyes staring at my privates. But his fingers aren’t done yet, and now his other hand is on my abdomen, in my pubic hair, pushing down. I feel no pain, but feel like crying…I just want it to end, even though my body is reacting with pleasure, and I’m soaked.

His hands are withdrawn, and before I can sit up, he says, “I’m just going to put a finger inside your rectum…this will take about 30 seconds or so…just relax your bottom for me.”

I stared at the ceiling, not believing this, and wishing I had never even heard of birth control pills!! His finger pushed into my rectum, and I felt an embarrassment unlike any I had ever known before. He turned his finger this way and that way, and pushed up as far inside me as he could reach. I couldn’t believe this. His finger turned again, and then pushed up, feeling into my abdomen. Next I felt the finger slide almost out of me, pausing to feel around the very inside ring of my rectum, then it was over. I had trouble sitting up, I felt so degraded, somehow. I got my prescription, walked out, and felt so stimulated and excited by the exam (even though I hated it) that I stopped and masturbated in the ladies room in the hospital !

It was then I knew that this was a fetish … I hadn’t labeled it as one yet, but I felt sure there had to something wrong with me to feel this way. …and I began to feel very alone.

I revisited that exam in my mind many many times afterwards, as I do with all my exams.

Hope you enjoyed it, it is 100% true.

His name is Joey. He is 18years old. He is 5 foot 8 inches. Joey is about 100 pounds. During the summer Joey is going to visit Germany, France, England, and Spain. What happens before and on the trip to these locations will be the story that you will see on the next pages. Yes, the story will be dirty, but it must be told so that other will learn from the experience.

This morning Joey woke up and went to breakfast. At the breakfast table were his mother and father. Both of them were very strict and rich. They believed in a strong and powerful control over their only son. They also believed that the best way that they can teach their son was to send him into the trenches of life to fight his own battles no matter how tough they might be. The only major rule that they enforced was he must obey everything that his elders said.

As breakfast went on the mother whose name was Jane told her son that he was to go to the doctor’s this evening at 6:00 so that he might be able to get his physical and shots for his trip that he was suppose to start on tomorrow to Europe. His father whose name was James set up this trip so that his son could get a chance to see all of Europe and to understand their customs in the event that he had to make business trips in the future. His father planned every detail of the trip out so that he would only have to travel to the locations and everything else was already taken care of for him.

This included the teacher that he was to stay with in each country to help him learn the customs. After breakfast he went to his room and packed for his trip. His father did not believe in wasting labor on things that could be done by himself and his family. So he had his son pack his own bags for Europe and his father felt that this would give him a since of responsibility. The only other person in the house beside the family was the butler, whose family had served Joey’s family for many centuries.

Joey finally finished packing about lunch time. He sat down for lunch and then went out that afternoon with a very good friend to the arcade down the street. This would probably be the last time that Joey will get a chance to see his friend and an arcade till he got back from Europe. Joey and his friend spent a long time at the arcade till about 5:00 p.m. Then he and his friend went to the local hamburger stand and ordered some food and ate it there. Joey than said goodbye to his friend and headed off to the doctor’s.

Upon arriving at the doctor’s Joey noticed that he was the only one in the waiting room. The doctor then entered the room and said hi to Joey. He also said “I see that you have arrived. Let me lock this door so that no one else will disturb us. You are the last patient for the day for me.” The doctor then locked the door then turned the lights off in the waiting room.

He the told Joey to follow him to the exam room and that he was all set up for the physical. He told Joey that his mother called and told the doctor what Joey needed. As they enter the room the doctor, whose name was Dr St Denis, told Joey to take off all of his clothes and put on the gown that was lying on the exam table. He told Joey to put all his clothes on the desk.

Joey questioned, “Everything?”

The doctor calmly said, “Yes everything.”

Joey said “OK”.

The doctor then said that while Joey was changing into the gown that he was to pee into the cup on the exam table and to put the cup on the desk also. The doctor than pointed to the bathroom. Joey said OK. The doctor then left the room. Joey then took the gown and cup and went to the bathroom. There he took off all of his clothes and pissed into the cup. He then put on the gown which was open in the back. He then went into the exam room and put his clothes onto the desk and the cup on the desk as the doctor ordered. He then walked over to the exam table. Dr St Denis then walked into the room.

He then told Joey to sit up on the table and Joey did so. The doctor then took a small flashlight out of his pocket. He began to feel through Joey’s blond hair. He then turned Joey’s head to the right and looked into Joey’s right ear and then turned Joey’s head the other way and looked into his left ear. The doctor stated that the ears were very clean. The doctor than told Joey to look forward and the doctor looked into Joey’s powder blue eyes. He then told Joey to tilt his head back and the doctor looked into each of Joey’s nostrils. He then told Joey to open his mouth wide and to say “Aaaaah”.

Joey did so. The doctor commented that Joe did not have his tonsils out yet and Joey agreed by saying “Aaaaah”.

The doctor then put the flashlight away and put his stethoscope up to his ears and then pick up the end of the stethoscope. He then placed the end of the stethoscope onto the boy’s chest where he began to listen for the boy’s heart beat. The doctor moved the stethoscope around the boy’s chest telling Joey to breathe very deep. Joey did so. He then told Joey to lay back on the table and he then reached under the table and got out a blood pressure meter. He then placed the cup around Joey’s arm and he then placed the stethoscope at the end of the rap and began to squeeze the bulb blowing up the cuff around Joey’s arm.

After the doctor blew up the machine so far he slowly released the pressure and listened for a pulse. after he got the pressure he wrote it down on a piece of paper on his desk. The doctor then went back to Joey and removed the cuff from his arm and placed it under the table. The doctor then told Joey that he was going to have to remove the top half of the gown that he had on so that he could check out his skin and Joey said “OK doctor”.

St Denis untied the gown from the back and unrolled the gown till it was at about Joey’s waist. He then began to feel all round Joey’s ribs and gut and he told Joey that if anything hurt when he touched it that Joey was to let him know. Joey nodded in agreement. As the doctor began to work his way down Joey’s gut he slowly moved the gown down.

He then told Joey to place his hands above his head and Joey did so. He then told Joey that he was going to have to remove the gown all the way. Joey nodded in agreement being he knew that he was getting a full examination for his trip overseas. The doctor the removed the gown and placed it under the exam table. The doctor then opened a drawer on the exam table and pulled out a pack of gloves opened it and placed them on.

As the doctor then looked at Joey’s hairless legs he asked Joey to raise one leg up and Joey complied.

The doctor told Joey that he was checking the muscle tone so that he could see if there were any degenerative diseases. Joey understood. Dr St Denis grabbed hold of Joey’s leg and began to feel it from the top slowly down till he got to Joey’s buttock. He then told Joey to lower that leg and to raise the other leg.

Joey did so without question. Dr St Denis did the same thing with the second leg as the did with the first leg, from the top to the buttock. The doctor then asked Joey to roll over onto his stomach and he did so. Dr St Denis reached under the table and pulled out a big rubber type pillow. He told Joey that he wanted to check his spinal arch and that he needed to place this pillow under him in order to check this out as well as other problems and that it would be more comfortable than having him laying in strange positions. So the doctor placed the pillow in a position so that it was under Joey’s buttock and this caused Joey’s buttock to be raised into the air.

The doctor then opened another drawer on the exam table and pulled out an electronic thermometer. He then told Joey that he was going to take his temperature. He the placed his hand on Joey’s butt. He told Joey to relax. Joey was somewhat surprised that the doctor was going to take the temperature this way but he did remember what his mother and father always said to him and so he did relax as the doctor said. The doctor then spread apart Joey’s cheeks placed the pre-lubed probe onto the tip of his anus and told Joey to take a deep breath. Joey did so and as Joey took the deep breath he felt the probe going in. The doctor inserted the probe till it touched the prostrate gland.

As soon as the probe touched the prostrate gland Joey gave out a mild moan. The doctor then told Joey to relax because the probe was going to be in there for a couple of minutes and that he was going to check Joey’s spine while the temperature was being taken. Joey said OK and felt the doctor move his hand to the top of his spine and slowly move it down his back to his butt. The doctor than told Joey that he had a good spine.

The doctor then went to the end of the table and removed a latch. The table was a special table built so that the back part could be unlatched and opened. He then told Joey that he was going to do a check of his kidneys and prostrate gland and other organs but the only way to check them was for him to reach into his anus. He told Joey that he was going to separate he table and split it apart which was going to cause Joey’s legs to be spread apart.

He then told Joey that in order to prevent him from bringing his legs back together that he was going to have to strap his legs to the table as a precaution. Joey understood and he felt the doctor strapping his legs to the table then he felt the table spread apart as the doctor described. As the doctor locked the table in place the thermometer beeped. The doctor then went up into the split and removed the thermometer out of Joey’s butt. Ah 100 degrees the doctor said a little warm. before I start the exam I am going to have to give you an enema, do you know what this is Joey asked the doctor.

Joey had never had an enema in his life. the doctor told him that it was placing water up the anus to clean out the rectal track so that a doctor could examine the patient. Joey ask if it hurt.

And the doctor told him that it might be uncomfortable for a while. The doctor told Joey that he was going to have the urge to go to the bathroom but to ignore it as much as possible until the doctor told him to go. The doctor the pulled out a rubber enema bag already prepared with warm water from under the table. He told Joey that the enema would go a lot better if he kept his hands above his head. Joey followed the doctor’s directions.

The doctor then pulled out a tub of lubricating gel and placed some of the gel onto the long enema tub. The doctor used a special tube that was very fat and long. He then placed the tube at the entrance of Joey’s ass hole. He then told Joey to take deep breaths. Joey then began to take deep breaths at which point the doctor then grabbed Joey on his side which caused Joey to take a really deep breath. This is when the doctor pressed the tip of the enema tub into Joey’s butt. Joey felt a short but sharp pain.

The doctor then told Joey that the hard part was over and now it was time to be a big man and take his water. The doctor the pressed the tub until it reached the prostrate again and began to shift the tub around which caused Joey to moan again. He told Joey that’s a good boy. The doctor then opened the valve to the enema bag which caused the water to flow into Joey’s rectum. Joey felt pressure building up in his Rectum and stomach. About ten minutes later the doctor reached under the table and pulled out a bed pan and told Joey that as soon as he pulls the tub out of his but Joey can release the water. The doctor quickly pulled the tub out of Joey’s butt and had the bedpan under Joey.

Joey immediately released the water and contents of his bowels into the bedpan. It took about five minutes for Joey to completely empty his bowels. Joey felt a lot better after he was empty. The doctor then said that Joey was now clean and ready for the examination.

He then took the lubrication tub and squeezed some lubrication Gel unto his gloves fingers.

He then placed his index finger onto the entrance of Joey’s butt. With his other hand he grabbed Joey on his side again and told Joey to relax. The doctor then quickly inserted his finger into Joey’s butt. Joey felt a little surprised but it did not hurt this time and as the doctor then started to move his finger around Joey’s butt it felt good. As the doctor moved his had around inside him the doctor then began to rub slowly along Joey’s side. As he was doing this he was telling Joey to relax. Joey said OK. The doctor then removed the one finger for a moment to then place both his index finger and his middle finger into Joey’s butt. With both fingers the doctor quickly moved about Joey’s Butt causing some unusual feeling to come over Joey’s body. Good feelings! Joey could not understand why what the doctor was doing was feeling good.

The doctor then told Joey that he was going to use a more sensitive tool to check out his organs and that it may hurt for a moment but the pain will go away. Joey Did not disagree. The doctor then took his hand out of Joey’s Butt and unbuttoned his smock. The doctor purposely did not wear anything under his smock for this occasion. The doctor then took off the rubber gloves and placed them into the trash can beside the table. He the reached under the table and got out a condom. Joey could not see any of this due to the fact that he was purposely not in a position to see any of this by the doctor. The doctor then opened the condom packet and placed the condom onto his penis. He then told Joey that this was going to hurt for a few seconds and then he might feel a sense of pleasure and that it was all right to feel this sense of pleasure.

The table with the pillow raising up Joey’s butt was just high enough for it to reach evenly with Dr St Denis’ penis. The doctor then told Joey that the instrument was ready to go in and that he was to relax to reduce the amount of pain that he would feel. Joey said OK. The doctor then placed his penis at the edge of Joey’s Butt and the told Joey to take a deep breath. As Joey was taking the deep breath the doctor pressed his penis into Joey. This caused Joey to feel a sharp pain for a moment which caused Joey to let out a slight yell. The doctor in a calm voice told Joey to relax and Joey did so.

The doctor continued till his penis filled up Joey’s butt. He then began to move his penis in and out of Joey’s butt. For Joey this going in and out caused Joey to have a mixed feeling of good and bad. For the penis was causing some pain and the pain was causing some pleasure that Joey never felt before. The doctor then asked Joey if it hurt and Joey responded by saying a little. The doctor then asked Joey if he wanted him to stop for a moment and Joey said no that will not be necessary. The doctor then told Joey that the instrument was going to be going faster. Joey responded by saying OK I am ready. The doctor then began to move in and out faster and faster. Joey started to moan.

The doctor then asked Joey if it was hurting and Joey said no. The doctor then grabbed Joey by his sides and Joey felt the doctor rubbing back and forth along his sides with his hands. As the doctor was doing this he told Joey to relax and Joey did so. This felt very good to Joey. As The doctor rubbed Joey he moved his right hand down to Joey’s penis and began to rub it. Joey wondered why the doctor was doing this but did not protest because it made him feel extremely good. The doctor then told Joey that he was checking to see how strong his prostrate gland was. He told Joey to relax and to let the body do what it would normally do at this time.

Joey felt so good that he was not about to complain. He had so many feelings going through his body that he was beginning to enjoy what was happening. The doctor then asked Joey if he was feeling any pain and Joey said no. All of a sudden Joey felt a lot of pressure in his rectum as the doctor gave a strong and sudden shove then he felt the warm cum as the doctor came in his rectum and moments latter this caused Joey to cum in the doctor’s had and the doctor then let out a big smile.

Over the next few weeks, I used every excuse I could think of, including a tiny splinter in my thumb that I could have easily pulled out, to go back to the doctor. I was obsessed with Nurse Lori, and I wanted to see her as much as possible. Finally, on my 6th visit in just a few weeks, I summoned the courage to ask Nurse Lori on a date. She politely declined, flashing me that curious smile. I was crushed. But then, on my way out, she slipped a note into my pocket. It said to meet her at the doctor’s office that Sunday at 8:00PM.

She looked fantastic! She wore a skintight, midthigh-length nurse’s uniform, and the top few buttons were opened enough to reveal her white lacy bra and some phenomenal cleavage. She greeted me and told me to go into the examining room and change into a johnny, saying she would be with me in a few minutes. My cock was already rising in anticipation.

Nurse Lori soon returned and told me to lie back on the table so she could shave my pubic area. I was surprised, but I didn’t object. She fitted my legs into the stirrups, then turned a handle on the table that y legs further and further apart. I had to inch myself down to the edge of the table to keep from being pulled apart. She then came around and told me that she would have to strap me down so I wouldn’t hurt myself. She ripped my gown open down the front, exposing my chest and growing erection, and placed the first strap across me just below my nipples. A second strap was fastened just above my waist. Taking one of my nipples between her fingers she gave it a little twist and said, “Now we are ready to start.” I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.

Nurse Lori turned another handle, raising my head slightly. She then sat on a stool between my legs and placed a small bowl and some shaving supplies on a cart next to her. “Do you like what you see?” she asked. “How does this make you feel? Not that I have to ask, I can see for myself.” She was indeed referring to my cock, which was now pointing at the wall straight behind my head.

After hearing Nurse Lori snapping on a pair of latex exam gloves, I saw her putting some KY jelly on it. In this exposed position, it didn’t take me long to figure out where that was going. And I was right as I felt her push the tip of it against my asshole and then push it steadily inside. She stood next to me, while keeping two fingers on the thermometer to twist it around in my ass, and rubbed my thigh with her free hand. After t four minutes, she removed it, read it, and placed it on a stand next to the exam table. Nurse Lori then took a metal probe and smeared KY jelly on it. Slowly, she eased it up my ass. She must have been keeping that thing in the refrigerator, because it was as cold as ice! She then leaned forward and began licking lightly at the head of my cock. In no time at all the combined stimulation became too much for me and I told her that I had to come. She said that if I did she would be very mad and I didn’t want to risk that, considering the position I was in.

She then began to shave me. First she took a washcloth and began to wash me. When I was good and soapy, she saved my pubic region clear of any trace of hair. She told me to raise my ass so she could remove the probe, then shaved my ass and all around my asshole. The sensation was incredible. When she walked to the sink, I had a perfect view of her long legs and great ass. With her back to me, she asked if I liked what I saw from that angle. She said if I was a good little boy, I might just get a taste.

Nurse Lori then announced that it was time for my enema. She greased up her finger and put it in my ass, working it in and out. She looked down at me and asked if I had ever had an enema before. When I told her no, she said that I would definitely enjoy her enema. She slid the nozzle up my ass and turned on the water, and I felt the warm solution filling me up inside.

She then came around to wipe my face with a damp cloth. Her large breasts hovered just inches above my face. I desperately wanted to touch of her uniform, revealing her magnificent breasts encased in the white lace bra. I could practically hear them screaming to get out! She cupped my breasts in her hands. I could see her big nipples harden, and she began to tweak them gently.

Then she stuck her mountains of flesh right in my face and told me to suck them. I thought I would explode. Here I was, strapped down to a table, legs spread apart, no clothes on, a hose shoved up my ass and two being fed to me. I arched my head up and began to nuzzle with all the force I could muster.

Nurse Lori pried her incredible nipples from my hungry mouth in order to check the enema. She took out the nozzle, but then I felt something larger being eased in. When I asked what it was, she told me it was a butt plug to help hold thing sin. I said I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.

My face was about even with her crotch, and I could smell her musky scent wafting into my nasal passages. I watched in awe as she removed her uniform and bra. Nurse Lori stood over me in just a white garter belt, white stockings, and white lace thong panties. Just as I was thinking how much I wanted to taste her luscious pussy, she stripped off I knew what to do. I began to lap furiously, taking in her womanly essence, burrowing my tongue in her folds. She gasped and began playing with my nipples, first raking her sharp nails across them, then tugging on them roughly.

She bent over and managed to swallow my cock into her mouth, sucking intently. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, but my mouth was too full of pussy to say anything. She must have sensed my urgency, just as I could sense hers. She started pumping faster and harder, all the while savagely on my face. Just when I couldn’t stand it any longer, she reached around and pulled out the butt plug, releasing the pressure inside me. I cam like never before, screaming and thrusting my hips. Stream after stream of hot come shot all over Nurse Lori’s face and chest. I felt her body spasm as she reached her own climax, and she collapsed on my chest, her drenched and quivering pussy resting on my face.

After a moment’s rest, Nurse Lori removed the straps and began cleaning me up. She left me alone, telling me to get dressed. But my underwear was nowhere to be found. In their place were her white thong panties, with a big wet spot soaked through the crotch. I inhaled her aroma and then slipped them on, relishing my special token of the evening’s events.

When I went into the waiting room, Nurse Lori gave me a light kiss on the lips, patted my cock affectionately, and said she thought I could use another checkup the same time next week. I agreed that was just what i needed. My next appointment is only a few days away now, and I can’t wait to see what new procedures I might require.