I was getting pretty bored sitting on the bench in the corridor outside the nurse’s office, watching the red light that told me that she was busy. Normally, when I got here this early, there was nobody about and I got my enema straightaway.

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. (more…)

This was the first day of summer vacation from school. This fall he will be attending his first year in high school. The story of this summer will be one he will remember for the rest of his life and will change his life forever.

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. (more…)

 

Sitting here in the Dr.’s office I wondered how it all came about? I had been over my fiancée house doing some things for her. She was to be out for hours. While doing some chores I had to go into her room. Seeing those panties draped over her chair at the vanity I was compelled to feel them, touch them, and finally try them on. I sat there and started fingering my hardness ( it had grown at the feel of the silky panties). Sharon walked in and screamed, ” What are you Doing With My Panties?”

Now I was here in the therapist office. I was sent here to get help for my “Masturbatory Habits”. I didn’t know what to expect. I am a little afraid of just what will happen.

“Don, Come into the examining office”, called the nurse. She was young and attractive. The nurse under 25 had on a pretty uniform with white stockings and shoes. About 6′ tall with long blond hair in a ponytail I couldn’t help but admire her look.

“Don I want you to get undressed and put on this gown for your examination.” She stated. On the table was a pink hospital gown, but it was in a different material that you would get in a hospital. Kind of silky looking. “Where is the dressing room?” I asked.

“You don’t need one,” she said impatiently, ” I am a nurse after all, and you are my patient.” I started taking off my clothing. I neatly placed them on the chair standing there in only my B.V.D.’s and sox I looked for the gown.

“Not so fast mister!” Angrily the nurse stated, “Everything”!

I took off my sox and undies and stood there naked as a J-Bird. She took the pink gown and placed it on me tying it loosely. She then handed me a pair of matching pink panties, open crotched. (more…)

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

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

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

 Julie hurried along the sidewalk, the heels of her shoes clicking busily.  It was nearly one o’clock, and this was one appointment she didn’t want to miss.  She pushed impatiently past a frail-looking old woman, nearly bowling her over, but didn’t pause to apologize. Her long dark hair billowed behind her as she sped along; she looked, and was, a perfect specimen of healthy, beautiful youth and arrogance.  She had places to go and things to do, and people could just stay the hell out of her way.

Ah, here it was.  The Holmewood Clinic for the Study of Human Sexuality, the sign read.  Julie didn’t really give a damn what the place’s title was, or indeed what they studied; all she needed to know was that they were willing to pay three hundred bucks to experiment on her tight little bod.  And that three hundred was going to come in handy in preparing for this weekend’s skiing trip with Mark.  She smiled a little as she pushed open the door of the office building, imagining her tall, handsome boyfriend’s expression when she got him back to their room and unveiled that sweet little chemise she intended to buy tonight.  She loved to see the lust suffusing his face when she wore even the most marginally sexy clothes in front of him, loved to tease him with the sight of her body.  Maybe this she’d actually let him fuck her this weekend; it all depended on how prettily he begged.  She glanced down at her watch and noticed that it was now one-oh-four.

The receptionist looked up with a coolly professional smile as Julie approached the desk.  “Good afternoon, Miss Prater.  The doctor is ready for you.”  There was a hint of admonishment in her tone, as though the doctor’s time were much too important for him to be kept waiting even a few minutes, and Julie felt an angry flush spread over her cheeks.  She opened her mouth to tell this snotty bitch where to go, but something about the sterile atmosphere of this place stopped her.  She had been surprised last week, during her preliminary examination, to find the clinic no different in appearance from any other doctor’s office.  She had expected something a little more…comforting, but instead there was the same mildly oppressive feeling that she remembered from her rare visits to her family physician. (more…)

“Come with me Lang,” said the guard opening the cell door.  “Why? Where are we going?” said Martha Lang in a timid voice.  Martha had been sentenced to 30 days in the county jail for shoplifting.  It was a stupid thing to do and she knew it the instant she got caught.  It was day 10 of her sentence and today she stayed in her cell rather than work in the jail laundry.

“You can’t pull that sick call routine on me,” said the guard, “You’re going to the infirmary for a full check up.”  Martha hadn’t been feeling well for several days.  The jail food service did not agree with her and she was severely constipated.  “Get moving Lang,” said the guard as she pulled Martha’s arm almost dragging her out of the cell.

As they entered the infirmary the guard called over to the nurse, “Check this lazy bitch out will you?”  “Glad to,” replied the nurse who got up from her desk and opened the door to an examination room.  Martha meekly walked into the room.

“Sit down,” said the nurse pointing to the exam table.  “Here, put this on,” she went on tossing her an examination gown.  As Martha pulled off her jail issue cotton dress, the nurse filled out the patient registration form.  “The doctor will be with you shortly,” said the nurse in a very harsh voice.

In a few minutes, the doctor walked in the room. “OK Lang, what is the problem?” he said in a very tired voice.  “Well, my stomach……..,” Martha started to say when she was interrupted.  “You constipated, correct?” said the doctor.  “Well, yes,” said Martha in a very small voice, “If I could just have a laxative or something….,” The young doctor interrupted, “When you get your medical license you can write the prescriptions, OK?  The nurse will be with you in a bit,” he said as he walked out the door. (more…)

I arrived at the clinic in the afternoon, as scheduled, and the receptionist again took my name.  Shortly Salle greeted me with her dynamite smile and I followed her back to the treatment room.  She handed me the gown and sheet.” How are you feeling today, John?” ‘Much, much better.” I responded “That full feeling has eased up.” I sat down on the end of the treatment table.  ‘Umm we are going to do some different things today, I think.  So.. we will have you lie on your side and tuck one knee up We call this the Simms position.’ Salle placed an extra pillow under my hip and another under my head.  Then she draped my lower body to expose my buttocks.  Bridget entered and asked how I was feeling.  ‘We will do an examination of your rectum to see how it looksOK?” I nodded.  Salle wheeled over the surgical tray.  She took the cover off and revealed a number of speculums, anal scope and sigmoidscope.  Salle brought a carafe of hot water to the tray and Bridget placed a retractor speculum in the water.  Bridget lubricated her finger.  With her other hand she reached between my legs and grasped my penis.  She gave it an exploratory tweak.  “No giant erection today.  Umm? we got it all yesterday?’ I laughed weakly.  ” Yes, that did it pretty well.” Her hand caressed my testicles.  ‘Are these sore?” ‘Tender perhaps.” I said. (more…)

The last day saw Jeannie and Paul getting ready to return home to their respective spouses. Jeannie was now worried about the whip and cane marks which criss-crossed her whole body. It would be almost impossible to hide herself completely from her husband until they all disappeared.

Of course, Paul had a few more final installments to conclude our story.

He had Jeannie dress for him: of course stockings and suspender belt; short black pleated skirt and white blouse. He allowed her to wear a skimpy bra, but no knickers, in fact she could barely remember which day she had last worn them.

Jeannie was kneeling on the table as he had directed her when Paul came in. She was bent over and he flipped her skirt up over her bare bottom to reveal her stocking clad legs framed by her black suspenders. He traced his finger up her crack slowly. Jeannie shivered in anticipation. (more…)

I had told my friend, Sue to phone if she wanted help with anything.  Sue had just went through some very difficult personal problems.  She wanted someone with here, any time she went out.  Recently, I had been doing that and enjoyed her company.

As I arrived, Sue said, be there in a sec, which was her way of telling me she was still doing her make up or getting dressed.  I replied back, ok.   when Sue came into the room, wow, she looked wonderful in her tight fitting attire.  I loved the way she could walk around in those five inch or six inch hi-heels. as she, floated through the hall, i knew she had her six inch heels on today.  As she drew near, i could see the blue t-strap with the six inch heels, with the blue leather jeans and the white vest.  Her click, clack, then click, click, was the way she walked.  The closer to me she got the more my heart pounded.  She turned me on, in more that one way.  Her mere presence brought me a feeling of wow,  but,  I had never taken her to bed. I wanted to, but never did.

She said, are you ready to go, I said, sure.  Then in the truck she said, I want you to do something when we get back. I should also say it is something that you might find neat.  I gave a non thinking answer of, ok. (more…)

I was a 27 year old divorcee and the mother of a 3 year old. I was an LPN, working at the hospital during the day and going to school at night to become a Nurse Practitioner. My mother took care of my son most of the time and I hated it. I was his mother — I should be doing it. But there was no time. Some day, tho …

Bruce was a 40 year old corporate lawyer in the last throes of a messy divorce. Between his job and his soon-to-be-ex-wife, he was having major gastro problems and was in the hospital for tests. He had enough money to afford a private room. He was undergoing a complete GI series, among other things, and he wasn’t happy about it.

The day we met wasn’t a particularly good one for either of us, and it comes back vividly. I had been up most of the night with a sick child and had been studying for a test. Bruce had been poked and prodded so much that he was heartily sick of the whole mess. However, that day he was scheduled for a barium enema so he had to be good and clean, at least on the inside. I had the dubious pleasure of prepping him.

I rolled my cart, with the enema equipment on it, and a stand into the room, gave him my brightest smile and introduced myself. His response? “Get the hell out.”

My smile froze. “Something wrong?” (more…)

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