Ben woke up the next morning with a mixture of dread and anticipation, his dreams haunted by Nurse Harper’s yellow latex gloved hands, the warm rush of the enema, and her sultry voice demanding his complete obedience.

The memory of her fingers on his face, the scent of latex and floral perfume, and her lustful smile as she touched his crotch lingered, making his cock stir beneath the sheets at the memory. His asshole ached faintly, a reminder of his painful enema, manual massage and her promise to fix it with in her words a “other treatment.”

The thought of returning to her house at 9am sharp sent his pulse racing, her warning not to be late echoing in his mind. He looked at the clock and gasped as it was already 8:45am, jumping out of bed he dressed quickly, in jeans and t-shirt feeling inadequate against the weight of her control. He walked quickly to her house, the morning air crisp, the scent of dew on grass grounding him momentarily before his thoughts drifted back to her sexy curvy body, latex gloves and that locked section of her cupboard, and the mysterious “other treatment.”

Mrs. Harper answered the door in a crisp white blouse and navy skirt, its tailored fit hugging her plump hips, the hem whispering against her thighs. Her sheer white pantyhose shimmered, catching the light with every step, and her white rubber clogs clicked softly on the hardwood floor.

Her auburn hair was pinned neatly, silver streaks glinting, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of maternal warmth and excited delight, her plump cheeks dimpling with a smile that promised both care and control. “Right on time, Benjamin,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Such a good boy. Come in, let’s get started.” She turned, her hips swaying seductively, the skirt accentuating her plump ass, the pantyhose gleaming as she led him through the lavender-scented living room to the familiar bathroom, its white subway tiles gleaming under the light, the black and white checkerboard floor cool beneath his feet.

The clawfoot bathtub stood pristine, the modern toilet with its black seat gleamed.

In the bathroom, she opened the tall cupboard, its white painted wood creaking softly, revealing an the array of medical supplies colourful rubber enema bags in various sizes, an assortment of nozzles from slender to thick, and varies vintage surgical tools, with boxes labeled “Castile Soap” and “Sterile Lubricant.”

A red rubber apron hung beside a white cloth surgical smocks and her pink maternity ward nurse dresses, their soft pastel cotton tailored to accentuate a curvy frame. Stacks of latex and nitrile gloves boxes promised more things as well.

But Ben’s eyes lingered on the locked section at the cupboard’s base, its brass padlock glinting, its secrets tugging at his curiosity.

Mrs. Harper this time moved and pulled out the red rubber apron, its glossy surface catching the light like liquid fire, and tied it over her blouse and skirt, the material squeaking faintly as it molded to her 36DD breasts, accentuating their fullness, the apron’s tight fit emphasizing her hourglass figure.

Ben’s breath caught, his cock twitching as he admired how the red apron highlighted her sexy curves, the rubber stretching taut over her hips, its hem brushing her thighs just above the skirt, teasing the tops of her pantyhosed legs. The way it hugged her waist, cinching slightly, made her look both commanding and irresistibly sexy, the glossy red a bold contrast to her sultry looks, amplifying her dominance.

Her movements, fluid and deliberate as she adjusted the ties, making the apron crinkle, the sound sending a jolt through him, and the faint scent of rubber mingled with her lavender perfume, intoxicating him further.

“We’re going deeper today, my sweet boy,” she said, her voice sultry, her hazel eyes glinting with lustful intent as she fixed him with a stare that made his cheeks flush. “Your nurse will need you to hold this enema longer to really clean you out and help that tight sphincter of yours.”

She selected the 36fr colon tube again, its four-foot length coiled and glossy black, and set it aside, her fingers lingering on its flared tip. “Undress and lie on the towels, as we did before, Ben,” she instructed, laying out the pile of thick, white towels near the bathtub, their plush fabric crinkling faintly.

Ben’s hands trembled as he stripped, the cool bathroom air prickling his exposed skin, his erection stirring despite the nervous anticipation tightening his chest. He settled on his back, legs spread wide, knees bent slightly, hips tilted upward to expose his anus fully, under the harsh light.

His erection jutted upward, the head bobbing slightly, his arousal clear despite the impending enema. The mirror across from the sink reflected his vulnerable position, his flushed cheeks and tense body framed by his spread legs, amplifying his exposed position.

Mrs. Harper snapped on a pair of yellow latex surgical gloves, the sharp pop echoing off the tiles, the bright latex stretching taut over her fingers, gleaming under the light. She moved to the sink, her clogs clicking, and filled it with warm water, testing it with a gloved finger, the latex glistening with water droplets. “About 103 degrees, perfect for you, Benjamin,” she murmured, stirring in Castile soap until the water turned milky, its herbal scent mingling with the lavender air.

She filled a larger 3-liter white rubber enema bag, its surface swelling as the soapy solution gurgled inside, the bag’s size daunting compared to the previous 2.5 liters. She hung it on the chrome IV pole at 30 inches for a strong flow, attaching the 36fr colon tube with a quick twist, its long, coiled length swaying ominously.

“This will be a more intense, darling,” she said, squeezing a generous dollop of K-Y jelly onto her gloved fingers, the yellow latex shimmering as she spread it with a squelching sound. “We’re using a larger enema today, Benjamin, to thoroughly cleanse you. Trust your nurse.”

She knelt beside him, her red rubber apron brushing his thigh, its glossy surface cool and smooth, the squeak of the material sending another shiver through him.

“Breathe deeply, my dear boy, nice and slow,” she cooed, her gloved finger probing his anus with slow, deliberate care, the slick latex gliding past his tight ring, stretching him gently. She inserted the colon tube, its flared tip slipping in with a faint pop, making Ben gasp, his hips twitching on the towels.

She fed it slowly deeper inside him, inch by inch, her gloved fingers twisting it gently to navigate his inner curves, pausing at ten inches when resistance hit again. “Hmmm, still that blockage…” she murmured, her voice barely audible, her hazel eyes flickering with a further hint of frustration at the resistance.

She tuted under her breath before she clicked the clamp open, and the warm, soapy solution surged through the tube, and began filling his colon with a steady, forceful flow, the 3 liters stretching his bowels, the gurgling sound echoing off the tiles.

As Ben’s belly began to swell, Mrs. Harper’s expression glowed with radiant happiness, her plump cheeks flushed, her hazel eyes sparkling with a mix of maternal pride, satisfaction, and a subtle undercurrent of arousal.

Her gloved fingers traced his distending abdomen, the skin growing tauter with each passing moment, her touch tender yet possessive, her breath catching slightly as she watched his belly rounded further.

“You’re taking it so well, my sweet boy,” she cooed, her voice a soothing lullaby, her yellow latex fingers kneading his swelling stomach with firm, rhythmic strokes, easing the cramps that gripped him. “Such a good boy, letting all that water fill you up for your dear nurse.”

She massaged in slow circles, her latex gloves squeaking faintly, her eyes locked on his bloated form, the sight clearly thrilling her, lips parting slightly as she whispered encouragements. “Just relax, darling, let it stretch you. You’re doing beautifully.”

The enema flowed steadily, the large bag draining slowly, and Ben’s belly grew impossibly large, the skin tight and shiny under the bathroom light, the pressure intense.

Mrs. Harper’s massages deepened, her fingers splaying wide, pressing gently to coax the solution deeper inside him, her touch both clinical and intimate. “Look at that beautiful belly, Benjamin,” she murmured, her voice husky, her hazel eyes glinting lustfully. “So full for me, my dear boy.”

As the bag neared empty, with only a small amount of solution left, she stood, her apron crinkling, and stepped to the cupboard. “Just one moment, my darling,” she said, her voice teasing, her clogs clicking. Ben’s eyes followed her, his breathing shallow, the pressure in his bowels overwhelming.

She reached into the cupboard, her apron gleaming as she bent slightly, and retrieved a small, bulbous black silicone butt plug, its smooth surface intimidating, its base flared to secure inside. She returned, settling beside him again, her gloved hands resuming their deep massage on his bloated, distended stomach, the latex gliding over his taut skin, her touch grounding him amidst the intense discomfort.

The bag finally gurgled empty, the rubber sagging on the IV pole, and Ben groaned, cramps rolling through him, his belly a heavy, rounded mound. “I need to go, Nurse Harper, please,” he pleaded, his voice strained, his fingers digging into the towels, as his legs twitching with the urge to move become urgent.

She shook her head, her smile firm, her hazel eyes glinting with lustful control. “Not yet, Benjamin, you’ll hold it for fifteen minutes to let it work properly inside you,” she said, holding up the butt plug, its glossy surface catching the light. She squeezed a dollop of K-Y onto it, spreading the lube with her gloved fingers, the slick latex glistening. “This will help you hold it, darling, nice and snug inside you.”

Ben’s eyes widened, panic rising, his cheeks flushing. “Fifteen minutes? That’s too much! And….and I’ve…I’ve never put something like that in my butt!” he protested, his voice trembling, his legs squirming as he tried to sit up, the towels crinkling beneath him.

Mrs. Harper chuckled, a low, musical sound tinged with excited delight, her plump cheeks dimpling. “Well, it seems we’re breaking your anal cherry, then with his aren’t we, Benjamin?” she teased, her tone playful but edged with dominance.

Ben shook his head, his voice desperate. “No, please, Nurse Harper, I can’t!” His legs thrashed slightly, his hands pushing against the towels as he tried to sit up.

Her expression hardened instantly, her hazel eyes glinting dangerously, her lips tightening into a stern line. She leaned forward, the red rubber apron squeaking, and pressed a yellow latex gloved hand firmly on his chest, pinning him back down with surprising amount of strength in it, her other hand gripping his upper thigh hard to still his squirming legs.

“Benjamin,” she said, her voice a low, commanding growl, “you promised to obey me completely, did you not? I won’t tolerate resistance.” Her gloved hand slid to his rock hard cock, squeezing it firmly, the latex warm and unyielding, the pressure both arousing and intimidating, a warning it seemed.

“If you put up any more protest, I’ll need to treat you much more strictly, my sweet boy. Now be a good boy and trust your nurse, or else!” Her eyes burned with lustful intent, her grip tightening briefly, making Ben whimper, his body tensing under her hold.

Overwhelmed by her dominance and the sharp sensation, Ben nodded shakily, his cheeks burning, his voice a soft whimper. “Okay… I’ll try, Nurse Harper.” Her smile returned, radiant, joyful and lustful, softening her features as she released his cock, her gloved fingers brushing his thigh tenderly.

“That’s my good boy,” she cooed, her voice soothing again. “Now, pull your legs back for me, darling, nice and wide.” Ben obeyed, his hands trembling as he pulled his knees toward his chest, exposing his anus fully, the mirror reflecting his vulnerable, bloated form, his erection bobbing dripping pre-cum at the tip.

Mrs. Harper positioned herself between his legs, her red rubber apron gleaming, and slowly eased the colon tube out, inch by glossy inch, the slick latex gliding smoothly, its removal leaving him feeling oddly empty, his sphincter twitching.

She set the tube aside, her gloved fingers steady, and in one swift, practiced motion, pressed the lubed, glistening butt plug against his anus, its bulbous tip stretching him sharply.

Ben squirmed, a gasp escaping as the widest part forced his tight ring to yield to it, the pain brief but intense. With a small, audible pop, the plug pushed pass and settled inside, his sphincter closing tightly around its narrow base, locking the 3-liter enema within him.

“Look how nicely it fits inside you, darling,” she cooed, her voice a sultry purr, her gloved fingers tracing the plug’s base, her hazel eyes sparkling with an excited delight as Ben panted, his body adjusting to the plugs intrusion.

The pressure was excruciating, his bloated belly heavy, cramps rolling through him like waves. Mrs. Harper sat beside him, her red rubber apron crinkling, its glossy surface catching his eye again, the way it clung to her curves making his cock throb despite the discomfort.

She massaged his distended stomach with both gloved hands, her yellow latex fingers kneading deeply, her strokes firm yet tender, easing the cramps as she cooed encouragements. “What a good boy you are, Benjamin, holding all that water for your lovely nurse,” she murmured, her voice soft and maternal, her fingers splaying wide, pressing gently to soothe his taut, rounded abdomen, the latex squeaking faintly.

Under her breath, barely audible, she whispered, “My sweet baby boy,” the words laced were placed with a dangerous possessive affection, sending a shiver through him. Ben squirmed, the plug’s presence intense, his belly aching, but her touch and words kept him anchored. “If you hold it for me, darling, I promise a very special sexual relief afterward,” she said, her hazel eyes glinting with intent, her gloved fingers dipping to tease his cock lightly, the slick latex glove gliding over his sensitive skin, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

For fifteen agonizing minutes, she massaged his bloated stomach, her hands never stopping, her encouragements a steady stream of praise. “You’re so strong, my sweet boy, look at that beautiful round belly,” she cooed, her fingers tracing the curve of his abdomen, her pantyhose legs flashing in the light as she leaned closer, the scent of rubber and latex mingling with her perfume.

Ben’s eyes lingered on her, the lush curvy body and the red apron’s tight fit accentuating her full heavy breasts, the red rubber’s sheen making her look like a forbidden medical fantasy, both nurse and seductress, the contrast driving him wild despite the pain.

Finally, she looked at the clock at the 15 minute mark and eased the plug out, its removal eliciting a sharp gasp of relief, the silicone slick with lube. Nurse Harper then held his ass closed possessively, and helped him to the toilet. As soon as she sat on the toilet the release was explosive, a torrent of soapy water and waste, the relief dizzying, in its intensity as his body shuddering, his erection throbbing continually.

She rinsed the equipment at the sink, her apron squeaking with each movement, its glossy surface mesmerizing Ben as he watched, the rubber’s tight embrace of her curves a constant reminder of her sexy dominance.

She turned, her hazel eyes flicking to his throbbing erection, her smile radiant with sexual intent. “Well done, Benjamin. Now, let’s continue your treatment in my bedroom come my dear.”

Naked and trembling, Ben followed down the hallway to her spacious master bedroom, its soft lighting a contrast to the bathroom’s bright clinical glare.

A sterile green medical sheet covered the king size bed, crinkling faintly, and a small tray held several pairs of green latex gloves, two anal dilators (one small, one medium), a tube of K-Y, and a wrapped item that Ben could not identify. “Lie on your back, darling, and hold your legs back wide for me,” she instructed, her voice firm yet seductive, her red rubber apron still tied over her blouse, its glossy surface gleaming as she moved, the rubber’s tight fit making her look irresistibly erotic.

Ben complied, his cheeks burning, pulling his knees toward his chest, exposing his anus fully, his erection jutting upward, dripping pre-cum, another mirror across the room reflecting his vulnerable exposed form.

Mrs. Harper snapped on green latex gloves, the sharp latex snap echoing, and lubed her fingers generously, the latex glistening. “To fix your tight sphincter issue, Benjamin, we need to stretch your anal ring out properly,” she explained, her hazel eyes gleaming with excitement, her apron crinkling as she leaned forward, the aprons rubber’s sheen accentuating her lush curves.

“I’ll use my hands first, then these dilators to gradually open you up, so I can give a proper manual massage. Trust your nurse.” She inserted two lubed fingers, the stretch familiar but intense, rotating them gently, her gloved touch precise. Ben’s breath hitched, his cock twitching, pre-cum beading.

She pressed deeper, then tried to fit third finger, the tightness causing a sharp pain. Ben squirmed, gasping, “Ahhhh It hurts, Nurse Harper!”

She cooed, her other green gloved hand wrapping around his dripping cock, stroking him slowly, the slick green latex gliding over his sensitive shaft, the sensation easing his discomfort.

“Shh, you’re such a good boy, Benjamin,” she murmured, her voice husky, her strokes steady, her hazel eyes burning with lustful intensity. “Just relax for me, my sweet.” The third finger stretched him further, the pain mingling with pleasure as her other hand pumped his cock, pre-cum slicking on her green gloved fingers, the dual sensations overwhelming him as his breathing got more raged.

She withdrew her fingers, snapped on her green gloves, snapping on a fresh green glove with a sharp pop, and lubed the small anal dilator, its smooth, tapered ring gleaming under the soft bedroom light. “This will go in you now, darling,” she said sweetly, her other gloved hand still expertly stroking his cock, keeping him incredibly aroused.

She pressed the dilator against his anus, its ring stretching him tightly, the pain sharp but bearable. Ben panted, his body tensing, his breath ragged, but her steady strokes up and down his cock grounded him, the latex slick and warm. With a slow, deliberate push, the ring settled inside, his sphincter gripping it tightly, the stretch intense but manageable.

Mrs. Harper smiled, her plump cheeks glowing, her hazel eyes burning with pride and lustful intent. “I’m so proud of you, Benjamin. To take your mind off the dilator while it stretches you, your nurse will give you the that lovely relief I promised.”

She peeled off her green gloves, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud, and sat on the bed, shifting the red rubber apron to the side, its glossy surface catching Ben’s eye again, the way it hugged her 36DD breasts making his cock throb even harder.

She snapped on fresh gloves and gently tugged her navy skirt up, revealing her sheer white pantyhose covered legs and spread her legs wide her hazel eyes glinting sexily as she did.

Ben’s breath caught as he realized Mrs. Harper pantyhose were crotchless, as as she spreader her cream thighs wide and lifted her skirt she exposed her crotch revealing skimpy pair of black lace panties, the delicate fabric barely covering her mound, a glimpse of auburn curls could be seen peeking through, the sight shockingly erotic.

His eyes locked on her crotch, then flicked to her face, her hazel eyes burning with a strange, hungry emotion, her lips parted slightly, her breath quickening.

Before he could process the sight, she leaned forward, her auburn hair brushing his thighs, the soft strands tickling his skin, and smiled hungrily taking his entire 8-inch cock into her mouth in one smooth, deliberate motion.

The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped his member, her plump lips sealing tightly around his shaft, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, the sensation electric, like a jolt of pure pleasure coursing through him.

Ben gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily, the incredible sight of her lips stretched around his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him was intensely erotic, her red rubber apron framing her curvaceous form, the glossy rubber a vivid contrast to her exposed crotch, the crotchless pantyhose and black panties searing into his memory.

Her mouth moved slowly, deliberately, pumping up and down, her tongue flicking the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive ridge, while her hot breath warmed his skin, the faint hum of her pleasure vibrating through him, amplifying the sensation to an almost unbearable peak.

The visual of her apron’s sheen catching the light, her skirt hiked up, her crotchless pantyhose revealing those scandalous panties was a sexy forbidden fantasy brought to life, driving him wild with desire.

Her right latex gloved hand, began to tease the base of his shaft and his balls, the slick latex kneading gently, the cool texture contrasting with the warmth of her mouth, the dual stimulation of both hand and mouth overwhelming his senses.

Her fingers massaged his balls with a sensual rhythm, the latex slick with pre-cum and her saliva, as she expertly touched and teasing, his cock drawing out his pleasure.

Ben’s hands gripped the sterile green sheet, his knuckles white, his body trembling, the dilator’s faint ache now forgotten memory overshadowed by the ecstasy of her mouth. “Ahhh……Nurse Harper, I’m…I’m going to cum!” he panted, his voice horse and desperate, his hips twitching, the pressure building uncontrollably.

She hummed around his cock, the vibration sending a shockwave through him, her sucking intensifying, her lips tightening, her tongue relentless, swirling and flicking with practiced skill. Her green gloved fingers squeezed his balls gently, the latex gliding smoothly, and with a shuddering gasp, Ben climaxed, hot waves erupting into her mouth, the pleasure so intense it felt like his body was unraveling.

She drank every drop, her throat working as she swallowed, her lips never breaking their seal, the sensation of her swallowing amplifying his orgasm, drawing out every shuddering pulse. As the last wave faded, she popped off his head with a wet, audible sound, leaving him glistening with her saliva.

Ben collapsed back on the bed, panting, his vision blurring as he briefly blackout, the intensity of the orgasm short-circuiting his senses, his body spent overwhelmed and exhausted from the combined enema and orgasm.

When he came to, moments later, his eyes fluttered open to find Mrs. Harper peering into his anus with a stainless steel anal speculum, its cold metal arms gently spreading him open, a small leather-bound notebook in her hand where she was jotting notes with clinical precision, her red rubber apron still tied on, its glossy surface reflecting the soft bedroom light, making her look both professional and provocatively sexy.

She noticed him stirring and smiled, her hazel eyes warm yet burning with lustful intent, her plump cheeks flushed. “There’s my sweet boy waking up,” she said, her voice a soft purr, as she gently easing the speculum out, its removal eliciting a faint gasp as his sphincter relaxed. “I’m so proud of you, Benjamin, taking the dilator so well. I hope you enjoyed your relief as well.”

She set the speculum aside on the tray, her gloved fingers brushing his thigh, the green latex cool against his flushed skin, the touch sending a faint shiver through him.

Ben struggled to speak, his throat dry, his body still reeling from the orgasm, the dilator and speculums faint stretch lingering in his anus, a reminder of her control. “I… yes, Nurse Harper,” he mumbled, his cheeks burning, his voice hoarse.

She laughed softly, a happy musical sound tinged with excited delight, and stood, smoothing her navy skirt, the crotchless pantyhose now hidden, the red rubber apron crinkling as she adjusted it, its glossy surface catching his eye one last time, the way it clung to her curves making his spent cock twitch faintly.

“I’ll see you this afternoon at 5pm, Benjamin,” she said, her tone firm but laced with a teasing edge, her hazel eyes glinting. She reached for anther pair of green latex gloves from the tray, snapping them on with a sharp pop that echoed in the quiet room, the bright latex gleaming as she handed him his clothes, her gloved fingers deliberately brushing his cock, the touch reigniting his arousal despite his exhaustion.

Her grip tightened briefly, her green gloved hand closing around his shaft, squeezing firmly, her hazel eyes narrowing with lustful intent. “The next session will involve a larger enema, and you will not fight me on it, or I’ll need to add more control to teach you to obey me completely, Benjamin.”

She pulled him close, her latex gloved hand still gripping his cock, her floral perfume enveloping him, the scent mingling with the faint rubbery aroma of her apron, and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, “If you’re a good boy and follow all my instructions this afternoon, the next sexual relief will be incredible.”

Ben gasped, his cock hardening again in her tight grip, the promise sending a shiver of desire and fear through him, his body responding despite his spent state. “I promise to obey you completely, Nurse Harper,” he moaned, his voice trembling with arousal and submission, his eyes locked on her face, her beauty framed by the glossy red apron, a vision of erotic dominance.

She smiled, a radiant curve of her lips carrying a hint of lustful intent, and kissed his cheek softly, the warmth of her lips lingering, a tender contrast to her firm grip. “Good boy,” she purred, releasing his cock and handing him his clothes, her gloved fingers brushing his hand, the latex cool and slick. “Now dress and go home, my darling.”

He dressed shakily, his jeans tight against his renewed erection, the fabric chafing uncomfortably, his mind reeling from the enema, the butt plug, the oral sex, and her whispered promise of a better sexual relief.

He stumbled out of the bedroom, the morning sun harsh after the intimate glow of her room, his legs unsteady as he made his way to the front door and out into the morning light.

Mrs. Harper watched from door, her red rubber apron now removed, her navy skirt and white blouse pristine, her smile radiant yet lustful, her hazel eyes glinting with quiet satisfaction as she leaned against the door, her pantyhose shimmering faintly.

As Ben disappeared down the street, she murmured under her breath, “Almost there now, Benjamin.” She murmured as she closed the door and returned to the bathroom, her clogs clicking softly, and opened the cupboard, kneeling to unlock the bottom section, the brass padlock clicking open with a soft snap.

Her hands reached inside, pulling out a pair of thick white leather psychiatric wrist restraints, their steel buckles gleaming under the bathroom light, and a small black nurse’s bag, its contents hidden but heavy with promise. She caressed the restraints, her fingers lingering on the smooth leather, a faint smile curling her lips, and whispered, “We’ll see you soon, Ben.”

Her other hand drifted to her crotch, an idle, fleeting touch through her crotchless pantyhose, to the black lace panties barely concealing her arousal, her hazel eyes glinting with anticipation as she closed the bottom and relocked it, closing the cupboard doors with a soft, final thud.

End: Chapter 3