Chapter 12 - Gyno Chair Enema Pleasure and Pain Exam - Part 1

Jason sleepily opened his eyes as the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains in the bedroom. He grimaced as he came awake his body ached, not just from yesterday’s intense encounters but from the lingering tenderness of his recent surgeries/ biopsies.

He stiffly peeled back the covers in his chest, and saw he had bandages wrapped around his chest at two points. He had another rolled around his hip, and another set higher up but it felt like it was for his back.

The varies medical procedures had left him feeling rather sore, he slowly moved to the edge of the bed wincing slightly at how tender he was, and the slight pain he felt. He gazed up at the ornate four-poster bed and the black-and-gold chandelier dangling above.

The sound of running water broke his idly review as he turned his head, and saw Betty emerged from the bathroom, gloriously naked, carrying a small black doctor’s bag.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a sweet, sultry smile, her voice dripping with promise. Betty (Dr. Reyes) truly was a vision of mature beauty. Her rich, light caramel Latina skin gleamed in the morning light, her body a masterpiece of curves that belied her sixty years. Her incredible breasts, were heavy and full, swaying erotically as she walked, her dark areolas taut with large and inviting nipples. Her sexy hour glass waist tapered to wide hips and delicious thighs leading, between her legs to her smooth plump and delicate pussy that glistened in the sun light.

Jason blushed realizing he had been openly starting at her body so lustfully, and she caught his stare grinning wickedly. “I see you looking at me, Jason don’t worry I don’t mind, you can enjoy my body soon. But first, I need to check your incision sites.”

She walked over and sat naked on the bed beside him, her warm thigh brushing his leg as she pulled the covers fully off him. She set the bag on her lap opening it with a soft click. She reached in, pulling out a pair of safety scissors, their blunt tips glinting a box of special adhesive water proof bandages, antiseptic wipes, sterile gauze, and a pair of purple latex gloves.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she picked up the pair of purple latex gloves, and sexily stretched them over her small, tight hands, the latex snapping with a, tantalizing sound that made Jason’s pulse quicken. She flexed her fingers, smiling at him as she picked up the scissors. “Please lay down on top of the covers my darling.”

Jason stiffly moved pull the covers up and lay on top of the covers. Betty leaned forward as he got comfy winking and began cutting off the old bandage first from his upper right thigh (bone), then his lower right abdomen (liver), his love handle incision, and finally she had him turn over onto his back to look at his (kidney).

The snip-snip echoed softly in the room as she worked, peeling away the bandages. She then grabbed antiseptic wipes, sterile gauze, and the waterproof bandages. She murmured softly as she examine each incision.

As she did she pulled out a notebook scribbling notes as she examined each incision site. Jason shifted slightly, wincing as he turned back onto his front “What were all these for, Dr. Reyes?” he asked, his voice curious but strained.

“The thigh was for a bone sample, liver and kidney for function checks, routine but good for your pending wisdom teeth surgery and after your little adventure,” she said smoothly, then hesitated at the love handle incision, her eyes flickering briefly over it again noting it was closing well but she made a quick note to sedate him so she could adjust it, and apply a special fast acting cream to remove the possibility of any scaring. “This one” she said as she applied the waterproof bandage. “Was Just a precaution, darling, nothing special.” Internally, she breathed a sigh of relief he was not pressing her on it, the truth was a tiny tracking device was nestled beneath his skin, her secret leash on him.

She finished, applying fresh waterproof bandages with a firm press. “All your incision sites are stable, no sign of infection,” she said, glancing at him with a smile. “You did well my love promise no surgeries like that anytime soon.” “I’m glad Betty I mean sorry Dr. Reyes as I do feel rather sore,” he managed, relief in his tone. She tossed the gloves into the bag and stood. “Well a very relaxing steamy shower should help relax your body, come, let’s shower and get you out of that diaper.”

Jason pushed himself up gingerly, shedding the diaper as he followed her swaying, voluptuous ass into the bathroom. It truly was a grand bathroom with a massive bronze claw-footed bathtub and an expansive walk-in shower.

The shower was impressive with multiple body jets lining the walls, a wide rainhead loomed above two areas, and a sleek marble bench ran along one side. Steam already started curled upward from special vents in the wall as Betty turned on the water from the control panel, the jets humming to life.

She opened the door and walked in under the rainhead, throwing her head back and sighing as the warm water cascading over her lush curves, rivulets of water running down the contours of her breasts and dripping from her now erect nipples.

She turned and croaked a finger beckoning him inside her eyes smoldering. “Come join me in the water my darling.” Jason shuffled in, the warm water enveloping him as it drenched them both, he sighed in pleasure as the warm water soothed his sore body.

Betty grabbed a loofah and a bottle of jasmine scented body wash, lathered it up and pressed herself against him. Her soapy hands began to roamed over his chest, careful around his bandages, her breasts rubbing again him as she titled her head up kissed him deeply under the rainhead.

Jason moaned in surprise as her tongue twirled around his in an elaborate french kiss, her lips soft and hungry, the water amplifying the erotic nature of their kiss.

Jason groaned into her mouth as she dropped the loofah, her wet hands sliding down to his hardening cock. She broke the kiss, and sank to her knees with a sultry smile, playing on her lips as the water streaming over her face. “Let me help wash her here my love, taking his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue began to swirled around his head as she dipped lower taking more and more of his shaft sucking him deep as the water poured over them.

Jason groaned and gripped her wet hair tightly, his moans echoing off the showers walls. She gave his head a final tongue swirl before she pulled off, and moved to nestle his cock between her heavy, soapy breasts, squeezing them together to envelop his cock in her breast flesh.

She then began to rhythmically slid her large soapy breasts up and down, in a slow, teasing tit fuck that had his dick twitching with need. “Fuck, Dr. Reyes ahhh,” he groaned, hips bucking, but she pulled back just before he could cum, her eyes glinting with control. “Not yet, darling.”

“Your turn to wash me,” she said standing up with a sultry laugh and handing him the soapy loofah.

Jason groaned in sexual frustration but began to lathered Betty up, running the loofah over her shoulders, down her arms, and across her glorious massive breasts, watching the suds cling to her dark nipples.

She tilted her head back, allowing the water to rinsing her clean. As she did Jason could not hold back and he quickly dropped to his knees, hands gripping her wide hips. Her shaved pussy was right before him, glistening with water and arousal, the smooth, dusky lips parted slightly revealing her swollen clit. He buried his face between her thighs, inhaling her musky scent as he began to lick slowly and deliberate up her slit.

She tasted so sweet and tangy, her wetness coating his tongue as he lapped at her folds, sucking her clit into his mouth. Betty moaned in pleasure her hands grabbing his head tangling into his hair, pushing him hard into her and encouraging him as he devoured her.

His tongue plunged inside her tight, hot tunnel, then flicked back to the nub of her clit, circling it relentlessly until her thighs trembled. Suddenly With a sharp cry, she came hard, her juices flooding his mouth as she ground her pussy hard against his face.

Jason greedily drank her down, then he pulled himself up to met her eyes that blazed with erotic lust and love. “That was wonderful, my darling boy, thank you,” she whispered tenderly, cupping his face and bending down to kiss him deeply for several minutes, her lips soft and lingering, her tongue tracing his with slow, strokes as the steam enveloped them in the shower.

After a long lovely shower they stepped out, with Betty handing Jason a warm fully plush towel off a warming rack, and stood under a heat lamp near the shower drying off.

Betty then dropped the towel to the bathroom floor and taking his hand pulled him out of the bathroom. She led him back to the bedroom and slid open a set of panels, on the side of the room revealing a gyno examination table in a medical corner. Everything looked sleek, and modern the gynecological chair was upholstered in glossy pink vinyl, with sturdy Velcro straps with a medium-sized adjustable surgical light positioned above.

A surgical tray sat nearby, covered by a green sterile cloth. “Now than Jason my sexy patient, please climb up into the gyno chair and put your feet in the stirrups. I want you spread wide for me,” she said hungrily, her voice thick with desire. Jason climbed on slowly, settling into the cool vinyl as she helped secure his ankles and knees in the stirrups, before hitting a pedal on the floor and having them spread even wider.

She smiled warmly, stepping closer. “You’re being so good, Jason. I’ll only be a moment my sweet I just need to change into something appropriate to examine such a young and tasty body as your’s.” She licked her lips, her gaze looking very possessive as she looked over him in her gyno chair and turned to retrieve her medical attire.

She returned moments later, showing off a stunning vintage nurse outfit: a crisp white dress with a plunging neckline her nipples rock hard and sticking into the thin material with it so short it left her shaved pussy fully exposed, its dusky lips plump and glistening. On her legs nude thigh high stockings clung sexily to her shapely legs ending with white wedge heel shoes that encased her small feet.

As she picked up a green surgical gown with thick water protection, donning it with precision over her arms, and tying the back strings tightly with practiced knots, the glossy green fabric hugging her curves. She smiled sexily, her eyes glinting. “Now I’m ready to examine my yummy patient.”

She approached the chair, taking his right hand and slowly pulling it to a cuff, securing it with the Velcro strap. Jason gasped “I promise to sit still Dr. Reyes ” he murmured, but she shook her head, her voice firm. “No, Jason, you still need to learn to submit and obey me completely.”

She circled the chair, tying his left hand with the same deliberate care. She stepped back, admiring him, how his lean body spread wide, cock half-hard, with the pink vinyl contrasting to his white skin. “So sexy, so erotic,” she purred, her gaze lingering before she whisked off the sterile green cloth covering the tray, and turned the surgical lamp on, angling it between his legs.

Jason’s eyes widened at the array of medical items on display. A stainless-steel speculum, she also open a panel uncovering built into the wall a colonic irrigation system with a dual-lumen nozzle, a case of long graduated steel rods (that Jason worried were going somewhere he did not want. A box of sterile lubricant syringes, a box of white surgical gloves, and a box of long elbow-length gyno gloves, a green surgical face mask with ties, and a black vintage case that had the words (Property of Edison Hospital) stamped in faded white letters on the side. Jason had no idea what was inside it?

She began her medical ritual, smiling at Jason as she slowly pulled on white surgical gloves with a slow, deliberate stretch, then layering it with the long gyno gloves over them, each snap echoing in the quiet room. She leaned over Jason, her tight gloved hand brushing his cock teasingly. “Comfortable, Jason?” she asked, adjusting the chair with a tap of a foot pedal to tilt his pelvis slightly.

“Ya I guess so, Dr. Reyes,” he replied, voice shaky. “What’s exactly is all this equipment for?”

She smiled, picking up a syringe of lubricant the gel glistening as she depressed the plunger slowly down so that it dribbled out to coat her fingers till her surgical gloved hand was glistening. “Well my darling patient first we are going to do a thorough rectal exam to start, checking your anal tone and prostate health,” she said, picking up a second syringe and bending forward injected the gel into his rectum very slowly while she teased he head of his cock with her gel covered hand.

“Now open wide my love” “Ahh wait..Dr.Reyessss” he gasped as he left her fingers beginning to massaging his sphincter and slowly began inserting two gloved fingers into his ass. She continued to play with his cock with one hand while continuing to massage and insert her two fingers, relaxing the muscle, then she began to slowly push her fingers deeper and deeper inside him. The slow tease continued till her two fingers were buried deep inside him, slowly palpating the rectal walls with gentle, probing circles. “Hmm Anal sphincter’s intact, good elasticity as well,” she noted aloud, pausing to scribble on a notepad. She added a third finger, spending another agonizing twenty minutes teasing his penis and slowly stretching and dilating him, targeting the rectosigmoid junction with slow, methodical stretches.

“Ahh please Dr. Reyes let me cum please its been forever and you keep teasing me!” “Hmmm it’s not teasing darling I’m slowly stretching your rectum out and it’s better if you’re incredible aroused how does it feel?”

“Ahhh it’s very Intense,” Jason panted, straining against the restrains. “You’re so good at this, Dr. Reyes, I understand why you restrained me.”

“Haha only the best for my favourite patient,” she replied, slowly withdrawing her fingers getting a long groan from Jason as she did it, she peeled off the gloves, tossing them into a bin. She snapped on a fresh pair of long gyno gloves.

“Now for your high colonic”, she said powering on the wall unit with the odd irrigation system, and picking up a long duel nozzle. She donned the bright green surgical face mask, tying it tightly with precise knots. She than picked up the nozzle, and another syringe to begin lubricating it thickly in gel over several minutes, her fingers spreading the gel evenly along its length till is glistened in the light from the surgical lamp over the next three minutes, she inserted the nozzle slowly deep into his rectum, advancing it little by little over Jasons groans and mild protests till it was past his internal sphincter and into the sigmoid colon.

“Hmm there we go” she murrmed giving the nozzle a final small twist. “It’s right inside your sigmoid colon now Jason” She adjusted the chair again elevating his hips, and initiated the flow. Jason gasped as he felt warm water at almost 80 mL/minute, being to fill his colon over the next 3 hours! . “Ahh please Doctor it’s been 2 hours that is enough right?”

“Jason shhh” Dr. Reyes went to the side and opening a small panel in the gyno chair pulled out a strange rubber mouth guard and grabbing Jason nose stuffed it into his mouth. “This mouth prop lets you breath with that little air whistle at the front it’s called an Oberto-style mouth prop. However it does mean you can’t talk so Jason just sit back and be good or I won’t let you cum. She at these words she played with his hard and still slowly leaking cock for several minutes to reinforce her point.

She then sat back pulling up her surgical gown to show her glistening pussy teasing him with her legs speard wide on the bed for another hour. Till she adjusted the pressure via a regulator valve, clamping the outflow tube to distend his descending colon, then unclamping it periodically to let waste trickle into the drainage bowl. “Hmm your Sigmoid’s colon full,” she noted aloud, palpating his abdomen for fifteen minutes, tracing the colon’s outline, her gloved hand teasing his cock lightly as she did. “Any discomfort?”

Jason moan “yesss” into the moth prop “hmm there will be some but this is still part of your punishment.” After the infusion, she slid a bowel out from below the gyno chair.

It had a rubber seal that she pulled forward so it aligned with his rectum and sealed around it.

“Ok Push for me, Jason,” she instructed, her tone clinical yet soft. He bore down over ten minutes, evacuating a mix of water and waste into the bowl, the suction system whirring as it sucked the contents away through a hidden drain with a low hum.

She watched patiently, ensuring he was empty, then removed the nozzle slowly over five minutes, wiping his anus with a sterile wipe and massaging his stomach and cleaning every crease with meticulous care, her gloved fingers gentle but thorough.

She discarded the gloves, snapping on a fresh double layer white under and long gyno each snap a deliberate, drawn out sound that made Jason take a breath and his cock to twitch even more.

She than picked up the stainless-steel speculum, its polished blades gleaming, and spent several minutes lubricating it from a

syringe, coating the blades until they glistened, her fingers smoothing the gel with care. “Ok Jason take a deep breath and bear down for me,” she instructed, leaning forward and again to his muffled protest began slowly inserting it into his anus, advancing it with tiny, incremental pushes. She opened the blades to 4.5 cm over 15 minutes, locking it in place to expose the rectal mucosa fully.

She adjusted the surgical lights, beam to illuminate the pink, inner lining as she examined the anal canal, and prostate bulge with a magnifying scope. “Hmm you appear very health my darling” Betty murmured as she used a sterile cotton-tipped applicator to swab the mucosa methodically. “Mucosa’s healthy, no fissures,” she dictated, pausing to jot more notes, her fingers slowly probing the walls looking for any irregularities. Her other hand continued to occasionally massage and tease his cock, coaxing more pre-cum as she squeezed his shaft.

She pulled out the mouth prop with a small pop sounds “Still with me cutie?”

“Ahh Barely,” he gasped. “I feel so stretched open Dr. Reyes.” “Haha this is nothing compared to giving birth young man so don’t complain.” She removed the speculum slowly, discarding her surgical gloves and donning a fresh pair with a slow snap.

As Dr. Reyes than picked up a colonoscope, Jason’s eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the long, flexible black tube 170 cm in length, about the thickness of a pinky finger, with a sleek, rounded tip equipped with a high-definition camera and light. The coiled tubing gleamed under the surgical light, its imposing size a stark contrast to the sterile tray. “Ahh, Dr. Reyes, that can’t fit inside me please don’t,” he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief as he strained against the Velcro straps securing him to the pink vinyl gynecological chair.

She paused, mid-motion, the syringe of sterile lubricant hovering over the colonoscope’s tip, a thick bead of gel glistening at its nozzle. “Yes, you can, young man,” she replied firmly, her tone a blend of clinical authority and dominance. Setting the syringe down with a soft clink, she peeled off her gel-smeared long gyno gloves, discarding them into a biohazard bin with a practiced flick.

She stepped closer, tightening the Velcro straps around his wrists, ankles, and knees, ensuring his limbs were immobile against the chair’s padded surface. “Dr. Reyes, please…….I’ll be good, don’t stick that inside me,” he pleaded, his voice rising in pitch as his chest heaved.

“Hmm,” she mused, tilting her head as she studied his tense expression. “I can see I’m going to need to give you some advanced anal training, Jason. You’re far too squeamish for a procedure this routine.”

She turned to the black vintage anesthesia case stamped with the ‘Property of Edison Hospital’, its worn leather surface etched with faint initials. Opening it with a soft creak, she revealed its contents: a stainless-steel gas cylinder, its surface cool to the touch, connected by a thin metal tube to a control box occupying the left side. The cylinder’s top featured a valve and a metal stopcock, while the box had an off/on switch and a calibration dial. A long red rubber tube extended from the box, terminating in a black anesthesia mask with adjustable clips for a secure fit around a patient’s head.

Betty clipped the case to a mount behind the gyno chair, her movements deliberate as she lifted the mask, its rubber edges soft but firm. “Shhh, Jason, you’ve done a little too much complaining,” she said soothingly, strapping the mask over his protesting mouth and nose, the clips snapping into place behind his head. “I’m going to give you some gas to sedate you while I do this, so just breathe.”

She turned the valve with a faint hiss, flipped the switch to “on,” and adjusted the dial to a 50% nitrous oxide-oxygen mix, a standard sedative dose for his size and frame, ensuring relaxation without deep unconsciousness.

Jason felt the cool black rubber mold tightly over his nose and mouth, forming an airtight seal. A soft rushing sound filled his ears as he inhaled, the sweet, slightly metallic scent of the gas flooding his senses. Within moments, warmth spread through his chest, his lips tingling as if swollen, his tongue started to feel heavy and thick. His fingers and toes prickled with a strange, pleasant numbness that was not the sharp light headed disorientation of general anesthesia he’d experienced in the past, but a gentle, floating sensation.

His body relaxed into the chair, tension melting from his muscles as he settled into a rhythmic pattern deep breath in, deep breath out his eyelids fluttering as he watched Dr. Reyes through a hazy lens.

She snapped on a fresh pair of long elbow length gyno gloves, the rubber stretching over her forearms to her tight rubber fingers with a slow, deliberate snap, she then resumed lubricating the colonoscope’s tip. Her gloved fingers spreading it meticulously along the length of the tube, ensuring a smooth, frictionless entry. “There we are,” she murmured, satisfied with the preparation. With Jason now limp and sedated, she began feeding the colonoscope into his rectum, advancing it at a painstakingly slow pace about (1 cm) every thirty seconds over several minutes.

She twisted the scope gently, navigating the rectosigmoid junction, then the sigmoid, descending, transverse, and ascending colon, her eyes fixed on the high-definition monitor she pulled from the wall displaying his mucosal lining. She paused at each segment, rotating the scope to inspect her yummy patients pink, glistening folds, checking for inflammation, polyps, or irregularities.

“Hmm Colon appears healthy, no erythema, no lesions,” she noted aloud, her voice steady as she checked his vitals heart rate steady at 70 bpm, via a pulse oximeter she clipped to his finger. With a final twist, she withdrew the scope over fifteen minutes, a faint pop sounding as it exited his anus.

She set the colonoscope aside, peeling off her gloves and discarding them. Returning to Jason, she retrieved a black silk blindfold from her nightstand, her lips curling into a tender smile. “No peeking, my love,” she whispered, tying it snugly over his glazed eyes, the fabric cool against his skin. Jason moaned softly, lost in drugged bliss, the nitrous leaving him compliant and unaware of the colonoscopy’s passage.

Betty snapped on a fresh pair of short green surgical gloves, the rubber hugging her hands with a crisp sound. Humming to herself, she laughed a low, happy sound as she prepared for the next procedure.

To he continued…….😈