The afternoon sun hung low as Ben approached Mrs. Harper’s house, his stomach churned with arousal and dread. The morning session’s 3-liter enema, the butt plug’s sharp stretch, and Nurse Harper’s intoxicating blowjob in her crotchless pantyhose haunted him, her whispered promise of an “incredible” sexual relief for his 5pm evening session echoing in his mind.

Also the fact of her threat of stricter control if he resisted the larger enema planned for this session, the memory of her yellow latex gloved hand gripping his cock, its glossy sheen amplifying his arousal, mingling with flashes of her green surgical gloves, their slick surface stroking his penis we’re searing into his memories.

His rectum ached faintly, a reminder of the dilator and his painful bowel movements, and his cock stirred at the anticipation of seeing her again, the mystery of what her attire would be and the sexual relief fuelling his desire.

He stood at her door and knocked, his hands trembling, the weight of his sworn obedience to Mrs. Harper no Nurse Harper pressing down, his rock hard erection already twitching in his jeans.

Mrs. Harper opened the door, and Ben’s breath caught, his cock pulsing. Her hazel eyes glinted with excited delight, her auburn hair pinned neatly, silver streaks catching the light. She wore a white cloth surgical gown, its crisp cloth clinging tightly to her hourglass figure, molding to her plump hips, ass, and large breasts its clinical look both authoritative and erotic, making his heart race.

On top of it she wore the red rubber apron tied over it gleaming faintly, accentuating her sexy curves, the red rubber’s sheen catching the light. Ben’s eyes darted downward, sneaking a glance under the gown’s hem, catching a fleeting glimpse of her sheer white pantyhose, the delicate fabric shimmering on her thick thighs, sending a jolt through his cock.

Her white clogs peeked from under the gown, their glossy surface gleaming, completing her nurses ensemble that radiated a sensual medical dominance.

“Good evening Benjamin, you’re right on time,” she purred, her voice a sultry purr dripping with happiness. As she closed the door behind him with a soft click, her hazel eyes locked onto his, her plump cheeks flushing with a knowing smile.

“I can tell my dear boy likes seeing me in this old surgical gown, don’t you, Benjamin?” she teased, her voice a husky whisper, running her bare fingers along the crisp white gown’s hem, the fabric clinging to her curvy body, amplifying her erotic nurses dominance.

“Hmmmm Maybe next time I’ll wear my old pink maternity nurse uniform for you to really drive you wild,” she added, her lips curving into a wicked knowing smile, the red rubber apron gleaming as it hugged her 36DD breasts and curved waist, accentuating her voluptuous form.

She led him through the lavender-scented living room, her white clogs clicking seductively on the hardwood, her ass swaying provocatively under the gown’s taut fabric, with her pantyhose clad legs shimmering with each deliberate sway of her steps.

“Come along, my sweet boy. We have a big enema session ahead, and it’s going to be so deliciously,” she purred, her voice thick with promise, and excitement.

In the bathroom, the white subway tiles gleamed, the black-and-white checkerboard floor cool beneath his feet. The clawfoot bathtub and toilet stood pristine.

Mrs. Harper opened the cupboard, its white wooden doors openly slowly revealing the colourful array of enema bags, nozzles, and medical tools, the locked section at the base still sealed, its brass padlock glinting, its contents a mystery tugging at Ben’s curiosity.

She surveyed the cupboard’s array of colorful enema bags, her hazel eyes glinting with intent as she chose a glossy red 3.5-liter rubber bag, its smooth, surface gleaming under the light, the coiled black hose swaying ominously, its size promising intensity.

She paired it with a 36fr colon tube, its four-foot length glossy and daunting, its flared tip thick. “Undress and lie on the towels, Benjamin,” she instructed, her voice firm yet teasing, laying out thick white towels near the bathtub, their plush fabric crinkling softly as she smoothed them, the sound a subtle prelude to the session.

Ben stripped, removing his jeans and t-shirt, his rock-hard penis already and throbbing between his legs, the sensitive head brushing his thighs as he stood naked, his skin prickling, his erection pulsing as he watched her move, the red rubber apron accentuating her curves, amplifying his arousal.

He settled on his back, automatically spreading his legs wide, knees bent, hips tilted, his anus exposed willingly, his cock jutting upward, pre-cum starting to

bead at the tip as his arousal surged from medical outfit’s allure, the mirror reflecting his vulnerable form, his flushed cheeks and tense body framed by his spread legs, his erection a testament to his eager submission.

Mrs. Harper noted his stance “My such a good boy, already so eager and in the perfect position for your nurse’s enema,” she purred, her hazel eyes gleaming with aroused delight at his willing exposure.

She approached the cupboard again, her gown rustling, her ass swaying subtly, and retrieved a box labeled “Surgical Latex Gloves, Extended Cuff,” placing them deliberately on the counter.

Ben’s eyes caught the label, the box of latex gloves presence amplifying the session’s erotic intensity, his cock twitching.

She pulled on a pair of yellow latex surgical gloves from the box, their glossy surface catching the light, and pulled them on with slow, purposeful precision, the latex stretching taut over her fingers, the faint squeak filling the bathroom.

She flexed her gloved fingers, the latex glinting, emphasizing her meticulous control, the red rubber apron accentuating her 36DD breasts in an erotic display, her hazel eyes glinting with lustful intent.

She snapped the extended cuffs over the gown’s cuffs, the sharp pop echoing, the latex hugging the fabric tightly, creating a sterile, nurse barrier. The act was intensely erotic, her flexing gloved fingers gleaming, her ass swaying subtly as she turned, and walked towards him.

“These extended-cuff gloves make me look like the perfect maternity nurse, don’t you agree, Benjamin?” she purred, her voice low and dripping with seductive authority, her plump cheeks flushing as she flexed her gloved fingers.

“This session will be serious, darling, to ensure you obey your nurse properly.” Ben’s cock throbbed, as he heard the snap of the latex gloves, as he watched her flexing her gloved fingers, and her curves under the apron sending a jolt through him, pre-cum starting to drip onto the towels, the outfit’s sensual authority heightening his arousal.

Mrs. Harper tied the apron tighter, its rubber squeaking, accentuating her sexy curves. She prepared the enema with meticulous care, filling the glossy red 3.5-liter rubber enema bag with a warm glycerin solution, its sharp, medicinal scent wafting into the air, her yellow latex gloved fingers stirring the liquid slowly, the rubber bag swelling, the faint slosh audible, its translucent red surface gleaming under the light.

She hung the bulging bag on the chrome IV pole at 30 inches for a strong flow, attaching the colon tube with a quick twist, its long, coiled length swaying ominously, the flared tip gleaming.

She squeezed K-Y jelly onto her yellow latex gloved hand, the latex glistening as she spread the slick gel, her gloved fingers gleaming as she prepared to lube his ass, the act feeling so clinical yet erotic.

She applied more lube to the colon tube’s thick surface, spreading it thoroughly, the latex squeaking, coating the tube until it glistened, with the excess lube dripping onto the towels by Ben.

As she leaned forward, Ben snuck a glance at her pantyhose clad legs, the shimmer fueling his arousal. “This will be a larger enema, my darling than this morning,” she said, her voice firm yet seductive, her hazel eyes burning with excited intent, her gown rustling as she adjusted her stance. “If you fight me, you won’t get the reward I promised. Obey your nurse, Benjamin understand.”

She knelt beside him, her red rubber apron brushing his thigh, its cool surface sending a shiver through him, the squeak amplifying his arousal, the gown grazing his skin lightly, the swell of her 36DD breasts accentuated by the glossy red rubber apron.

She bent down between his legs and parted his cheeks with one yellow latex gloved hand, the latex cool, and applied K-Y jelly to his anus with slow, deliberate circles, her gloved fingers glistening, the sensation feeling both cold and slick, heightening his vulnerability.

She noted his sphincter was slightly less tight than before, a subtle yield that made her plump cheeks flush with happiness at his progress, her hazel eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Relax, my sweet boy,” she cooed, her voice sultry, her gloved fingers steadying his hips, the gown crinkling as she leaned closer. “She positioned the colon tube’s flared tip at his anus, its slick surface pressing insistently.

She inserted the tube slowly, the flared tip stretching his tight ring with a faint pop, the sensation sharp, making Ben gasp, his hips twitching, his cock pulsing, pre-cum dripping, his wrists straining, his eyes fixating on the swell of her 36DD breasts, accentuated by the glossy red rubber apron, the gown clinging to her curves.

She fed the tube deeper, twisting it gently with precise movements, her gloved fingers guiding it, the latex squeaking faintly, pushing past eight inches, then ten, the glossy length gliding smoothly.

She murmured under her breath as she worked, half-words Ben couldn’t catch them all “almost… deeper…” her hazel eyes focused, her breath quickening as she twisted the tube further, reaching twelve inches, then fourteen, the stretch intensifying, his anus aching.

Resistance halted her progress, the tube meeting a tight curve, and she muttered, “not…quite… deeper…” the words lost to Ben’s pain fogged mind, her frustration flickering as she adjusted her grip, her yellow latex gloved fingers flexing, pushing gently but firmly, the resistance holding, stopping short of her desired depth, the stretch making Ben moan, his eyes fixating on her pantyhose clad legs, their shimmer amplifying his arousal.

“Hmmm, not quite far enough,” she murmured, her hazel eyes narrowing, her gloved fingers steadying the tube. She clicked the clamp open, and the glycerin solution surged through the tube, the 3.5 liters filling his colon with a forceful, burning flow, like liquid fire spreading inside him.

Ben’s belly began to swelled rapidly, the skin tautening, cramps gripping him instantly, the glycerin’s irritation intense, his cock throbbing, pre-cum pooling, his gaze drawn to her yellow latex gloved fingers gleaming with lube.

Mrs. Harper’s expression glowed with radiant happiness, her plump cheeks flushed, her hazel eyes sparkling with maternal pride and arousal as his abdomen distended, a testament to her control. Her yellow latex gloved fingers traced his bloating stomach, her touch tender yet possessive, her breath quickening, the gown brushing his thigh lightly as she leaned closer.

“Such a good boy, taking all that enema for your nurse,” she cooed, her voice soothing, her gloved fingers kneading his swelling abdomen, easing the cramps slightly, the latex squeaking faintly, her curves under the apron captivating his gaze. “Look at that beautiful belly, Benjamin, so full for me,” she murmured, her fingers pressing gently to coax the solution deeper inside him, her lips parting with a soft exhale.

The enema flowed steadily, the bag draining slowly, the burning sensation intensifying, Ben’s belly growing into a massive, rounded mound, the skin stretched taut, his insides writhing, his cock pulsing, pre-cum dripping, his eyes fixating on the gown clinging to her ass as she leaned forward.

Mrs. Harper’s massage deepened, her gloved hands relentless, her voice a stream of praise. “You’re doing so well, my sweet boy, holding all that glycerin,” she cooed, her hazel eyes locked on his bloated belly, her curves and, her latex gloves heightening the erotic intensity, his cock throbbing despite the pain.

“Just relax, darling, and let the enema cleanse you thoroughly,” she added, her gloved fingers kneading in slow circles, easing the cramps.

When the bag gurgled empty, the glossy red rubber sagged on the IV pole, Ben moaned, his body writhing on the towels, the glycerin’s burn unbearable, his belly a heavy, distended dome, the skin stretched taut, his cock throbbing between his legs, pre-cum dripping beneath him.

“I need to go, Nurse Harper, please!” he begged, his voice desperate, his legs twitching, his fingers clawing at the soft towels, his wrists straining, his erection dripping despite the agony, his gaze fixating on her pantyhose clad legs, their sexy shimmer intensifying his arousal.

She shook her head, her smile stern, her hazel eyes glinting with authority, her plump cheeks flushed with control. “No, Benjamin, you’ll hold the enema for twenty minutes to let it work properly, inside you” she said firmly, holding up an inflatable butt plug.

Ben’s eyes widened in alarm as he looked at the butt plug she held, made of black silicone it gleamed under the bathroom light, its bulbous, pear shaped body nearly three inches wide at its broadest point, tapering to a narrow neck with a flared base, the attached pump’s rubber bulb small but ominous.

She squeezed K-Y jelly onto her yellow latex gloved hand, spreading the lube with her gloved fingers, the slick latex glistening, coating the plug until it shone, the excess lube dripping onto the towels, the crisp surgical gown brushing his legs as she worked.

“This plug will help you hold it, darling, nice and snug in your rectum. You’ll take this enema fully because your nurse knows best,” she purred, her voice sultry yet commanding, leaning closer, her apron crinkling faintly, her hazel eyes burning with intent.

“Don’t fight me, Benjamin. Obey, and you’ll get your reward. Defy me, and you’ll regret it.” Her tone was seductive yet menacing, her yellow latex gloved hand brushing his thigh, the cool latex reinforcing her dominance, as she leaned down and her gown grazed his skin.

“You’ll hold every drop because I demand it,” she whispered, her gloved fingers tightening briefly on his thigh, her curves under the apron catching his fleeting glance, urging his compliance. “Don’t disappoint me, or I’ll be forced to be stricter, with you my sweet boy.”

Ben’s eyes widened, panic surging, his cheeks flushing with desperation. “Twenty minutes? I can’t! It burns too much!” he protested, his voice cracking, his legs squirming as he struggled to sit up, his bloated belly bulging awkwardly.

The weight making his movements clumsy, the towels crinkling beneath him, his cock throbbing, his wrists straining, his eyes fixating on the swell of her 36DD breasts, accentuated by the glossy red rubber apron, the gown clinging to her curves.

Mrs. Harper’s expression hardened, her hazel eyes narrowing into a fierce angry glare, her lips tightening as she leaned over him, her gown brushing his legs.

“If you keep fighting, Benjamin, I’ll have to restrain you properly,” she warned, her voice low and authoritative, pressing a yellow latex gloved hand firmly on his chest, pushing him back down onto the towels with surprising strength, the latex cool against his skin.

“Be a good patient, or you’ll force my hand.” Ben whimpered, the pain overwhelming, but defiance flickered, and he tried to sit up again, his belly hindering him as he pushed against her gloved hand, his legs thrashing weakly, his wrists straining.

Her eyes flashed with irritation, and her latex gloved hand slid down to cup his balls, and began squeezing them painfully, the sharp pain making him gasp and curl into a ball as much as his bloated belly allowed, his cock pulsing despite the agony.

“I warned you, Benjamin,” she intoned, her voice dripping with clinical authority, her flushed cheeks betraying her arousal, her hazel eyes burning with lustful intent. “Now you’ve forced my hand.”

She released his balls, the pain lingering, and stood, her clogs clicking, her gown rustling, her yellow latex gloved fingers flexing as she moved to the cupboard with swift purpose. She reached into her surgical gown’s pocket, retrieving a small brass key, and knelt to unlock the bottom section, the padlock clicking open with a sharp snap, the sound echoing in the quiet bathroom.

She reached inside the bottom, and pulled out a pair of white leather psychiatric wrist restraints, their smooth leather gleaming, the steel buckles clinking softly, their heavy design radiating a menacing and dominating presence.

Mrs. Harper turned, her hazel eyes flashing with a potent mix of nursing authority and lustful control, the white leather restraints dangling from her yellow latex gloved hand, their smooth leather gleaming, the steel buckles clinking ominously.

She held them up high, deliberately displaying them for Ben to see, the leather creaking faintly as they swayed slowly, her gown rustling, the glossy red rubber apron accentuating the swell of her 36DD breasts, her plump cheeks flushed with anger.

“Benjamin, your defiance to your enema session is utterly unacceptable,” she declared, her voice a low, sultry growl laced with erotic authority, each word dripping with menace, her demeanour unwavering.

“You swore to obey your nurses every command, yet you’re resist my treatment. These restraints will bind you tightly, my naughty boy, ensuring you surrender completely and obey my care. I’ll take great pleasure in restraining you, and making you obey me when I tell you to my sweet baby boy you are, under my control.”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile, her hazel eyes burning with aroused intensity as she stepped closer, her clogs clicking sharply, the gown brushing her thighs, her gloved fingers flexing around the restraints, the latex squeaking faintly.

She strode back, her gown rustling, and pressed a gloved hand firmly on his chest, pinning Ben down, her other gloved hand squeezed his thigh to still his squirming legs, the latex cool and slick, and leaned down, her face inches from his, her lavender perfume mingling with the sharp scent of glycerin, latex and rubber.

Her gloved hand trailed the restraints deliberately along his chest, the cool leather grazing his skin, sending a shiver through him, his cock still throbbing, his wrists trembling against her grip, his eyes fixating on the swell of her breasts under the glossy apron, the gown clinging to her sexy curves.

“You were warned to follow my instructions precisely,” she intoned, her voice steady and commanding, her hazel eyes burning with intensity, her face inches from his, her breath warm. “Your failure to obey necessitates stricter measures. Are you going to challenge my authority further, Benjamin? I assure you, I am prepared to make you submit to me until you yield completely.”

Ben whimpered, his voice breaking, “No, Nurse Harper, please, I’ll comply! I’ll follow your orders, I swear!” his body trembling under her grip, his eyes pleading as he squirmed futilely, the towels crinkling beneath him, his wrists straining against her hold, his cock pulsing with arousal at her commanding sexy presence.

Her smile widened, commanding yet radiant with lustful satisfaction, her hazel eyes gleaming with aroused intensity, her plump cheeks flushing deeper, her breath quickening as she savored her darling boys desperate compliance, her curves under the apron catching his fleeting glance as she leaned closer.

Swiftly, she grabbed his wrists, her latex gloved fingers like steel, and flipped him onto his side, the towels crinkling beneath him, his bloated belly shifting awkwardly.

She then snapped the white leather restraints on his wrists forcing his arm behind his back, the leather biting into his skin, the steel buckles clicking shut, the restraints tight and heavy in his wrists.

She than quickly flipped him onto his back again, her gloved hands spreading his legs wide, forcing them into an even more vulnerable, intimate position, his anus and throbbing cock exposed to her, his wrists, shackled tightly behind his back, squirmed uselessly in the white leather restraints, the steel buckles jingling softly with each twitch, amplifying his vulnerability.

“That’s better, Benjamin,” she cooed, her voice sultry yet clinical, her hazel eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Now you’ll comply with your nurse’s commands.”

Mrs. Harper knelt beside him, her apron brushing his thighs, its cool surface sending a shiver through him, the gown grazing his skin. “First, let’s remove the colon tube, Benjamin,” she said, her voice calm yet commanding, her yellow latex-gloved fingers grasping the colon tube’s base.

She eased it out slowly, inch by glossy inch, the slick latex gliding smoothly, the tube’s flared tip tugging at his sphincter, leaving him feeling empty, his anus twitching, the glycerin’s burn intensifying, his cock pulsing between his legs, his wrists, shackled tightly behind his back, squirmed uselessly, the steel buckles jingling softly.

She set the tube aside, its coiled length glistening, and picked up the inflatable butt plug, its black silicone sleek and imposing, nearly three inches wide at its bulbous center, tapering to a narrow neck with a flared base, the pump’s rubber bulb small but menacing.

She held a vial of ammonia, cracking it under his nose, the sharp scent jolting him, his eyes watering, amplifying his awareness of her dominance and the plug’s imposing size, the gown clinging to her breasts as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek.

“Breathe deeply, Benjamin, and open wide for your nurse,” she cooed, her voice a sultry whisper, discarding the vial and pressing the plug’s slick, cold silicone tip against his anus, its firmness unyielding, the glycerin’s burn making his sphincter clench instinctively.

Her yellow latex gloved fingers lingered on his cheeks, parting them wider, the latex cool and slick, her touch deliberate as she teased the sensitive skin around his anus, circling it slowly, her hazel eyes locked onto his, glinting with clinical control.

“Relax, Benjamin, let your nurse administer your treatment,” she murmured, her voice husky, her lips close to his ear, her lavender perfume mingling with the sharp scent of lube, the gown grazing his thighs.

She twisted the plug gently, easing it forward with slow, deliberate pressure, the tapered tip stretching his tight ring, the sensation sharp yet thrilling, his cock pulsing, his wrists, squirmed uselessly in the restraints, the steel buckles jingling softly with each twitch.

Ben gasped, his body trembling, the intimacy of her closeness overwhelming him, her gloved fingers steadying his hips, her breath quickening with aroused as she watched his anus yield.

“That’s it, darling, open wider for your nurse,” she whispered, her tone seductive, pushing the plug deeper, the bulbous section stretching him further, a burning ache spreading as it forced his sphincter open, her gloved hand brushing his thigh, amplifying his vulnerability. With a slow, sensual push, the widest part breached his ring, eliciting a muffled moan of pain, his eyes fixating on the swell of her 36DD breasts, the gown clinging to her curves.

The stretch intensified, the plug’s cool silicone a stark contrast to the glycerin’s heat. She paused, letting him feel the fullness, her gloved fingers tracing the plug’s base, the latex squeaking faintly, her hazel eyes burning with satisfaction.

“Such a good patient, taking it so well,” she purred, her voice dripping with clinical authority, her other gloved hand grazing his throbbing cock lightly, teasing its sensitive head, his pre-cum slicking her glove, the flared base settling flush against his skin, sealing the enema inside, his wrists, shackled tightly behind his back, squirmed uselessly as she loomed over him, her dominance palpable.

Once the plug was seated, she attached the pump, its rubber bulb fitting in her latex gloved hand. “Let’s ensure it stays nice and secure inside you, Benjamin,” she said, her hazel eyes glinting, her plump cheeks flushed, her apron crinkling faintly.

She squeezed the pump once, the plug inflating slightly, the silicone walls pressing outward, the pressure growing, on his anus stretching, a faint ache spreading.

Ben moaned, the sensation uncomfortable yet arousing, his cock dripping pre-cum, his wrists, held behind his back by the leather restraints, twitched faintly, the steel buckles rattling softly, his gaze fixating on her pantyhose clad legs, their shimmer intensifying his arousal.

She pumped again, the plug swelling more, sealing the 3.5 liters of glycerin inside, the pressure intense, his sphincter gripping the neck tightly. With a third pump, the plug reached its maximum size, the stretch excruciating, a burning fullness that made him writhe, his wrists, aching in the white leather restraints behind his back, tugged weakly, his cock throbbing.

This eyes burning with arousal, flying to the swell of her breasts under the glossy red apron, then to the shimmer of her pantyhose-clad legs, each glance fueling his sexual thoughts and intensifying the session’s erotic charge.

“There we are, Benjamin, it’s properly secured,” she purred, setting the pump aside, her latex gloved fingers tracing the plug’s flared base, the latex squeaking, the base’s silicone cool against his skin.

She knelt closer, the gown brushing his thigh, and resumed massaging his distended abdomen, her gloved fingers kneading deeply, easing the cramps. “Such a good patient, holding all that for your nurse,” she cooed, her gloved fingers pressing gently to soothe his taut stomach, the skin shiny, her touch a lifeline amidst the pain, her latex gloves heightening the clinical authority.

“Oh my naught little patient, challenging your nurse like that,” she added, her voice laced with mock sympathy, her hazel eyes glinting, her massage relentless, her curves under the apron captivating his gaze, amplifying his arousal despite the torment.

Mrs. Harper glanced at the wall clock above the sink, its second hand ticking steadily, signaling the start of the 20-minute hold. Her yellow latex gloved fingers continued kneading Ben’s distended abdomen, easing the cramps with slow, deliberate circles, the latex squeaking faintly, her hazel eyes glinting with satisfaction, her plump cheeks flushed with anticipation.

“We’ve just begun your hold, Benjamin,” she cooed, her voice a soothing yet commanding lullaby, her gown brushing his thigh as she leaned closer, the glossy red apron accentuating her curves. “Twenty minutes to let the treatment work fully, my sweet boy. Stay strong for your nurse, and don’t you dare resist.”

Her tone was firm, laced with sultry authority, her gaze flickering between the clock and his bloated form, her control unwavering as the seconds began their slow march, his wrists, hugged tightly behind his back by the leather restraints, rattled softly, his eyes burning with arousal, flying to the shimmer of her thick sexy pantyhose clad legs.

Mrs. Harper bent down, squatting low by Ben’s head, settling on her haunches with a deliberate, teasing grace, her gown rustling softly, the glossy red apron crinkling faintly as she positioned herself close to his face, her proximity intensifying the moment’s intimacy.

Her hazel eyes burned with sultry intent, locking onto his with unwavering directness, her plump cheeks flushed with aroused excitement, her breath quickening faintly.

Slowly, with calculated grace, she began pulling up the hem of her white surgical gown and apron, the rubber squeaking faintly, revealing the sheer white pantyhose clinging to her thick calves, their translucent fabric shimmering under the light.

Inch by tantalizing inch, the gown rose higher, exposing more of her pantyhose covered legs, the delicate sheen accentuating the smooth curves of her thighs, her skin pale and inviting beneath the sheer fabric.

As the hem reached her upper thighs, Ben gasped, his breath catching, his cock pulsing, pre-cum dripping, his restrained wrists, strained desperately in the unyielding leather, the steel buckles clinking faintly with each futile pull, his muscles tensing in a vain attempt to break free, amplifying his vulnerability this eyes burning with arousal, flying to the smooth, pale skin of her upper thigh where the pantyhose he realized ended.

With a final, deliberate tug, she lifted the gown and apron to her crotch, revealing she wore a crotchless pantyhose variety, the open design framing her mound in a provocative display, her skin flushed and warm.

Beneath, lacy black panties hugged her hips, their floral lace nearly translucent with damp arousal, the front clinging to her skin, outlining the soft, inviting shape of her pussy lips, the delicate curves faintly visible through the sheer fabric, a glistening sheen of moisture betraying her excitement.

A rich, musky aroma wafted toward him, intoxicating and electric, mingling with the sharp scent of her latex gloves and lavender perfume, sending a jolt through his cock, his erection throbbing harder, his eyes fixating on the damp lace and the tantalizing outline of her pussy lips.

With a teasing smile, she tilted her hips slightly, her hazel eyes holding his, smoldering with lustful dominance, and for a brief, electrifying moment, her yellow latex gloved fingers delicately pulled aside the lacy black panties, revealing her naked vagina, its soft folds glistening with moisture, framed by neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, the soft curls meticulously groomed, to form a small arrow pointing down to her glorious pussy.

The vivid sight was burned into his mind, the contrast of the surgical gown’s white to, the glossy red apron accentuating her 36DD breasts, the yellow latex gloves, and the provocative lingerie heightened the erotic charge, her pantyhose’s shimmer and lace’s intricate patterns amplifying his desperate desire to touch her.

“See what you could’ve enjoy, Benjamin, if you’d only been an obedient patient,” she purred, her voice a husky, teasing caress laced with iron control, her plump cheeks flushed deeper, her parted lips glistening, her words a sultry reminder of the incredible sexual reward that his earlier resistance now cost him.

She released the panties, the lace snapping back gently, the damp fabric clinging once more to her pussy, the outline still faintly visible, as she slowly lowered the gown and apron, the rubber squeaking, the fabric rustling, the glimpse of her vagina vanishing, leaving the vivid sexual image seared into his consciousness, intensifying the session’s maddening arousal.

His erect cock throbbed painfully as she teased the head lightly with her latex gloved fingers, the slick latex gliding over his skin, amplifying his arousal as he writhed and begged for release, the restraints biting into his wrists, his bloated belly heaving.

“Please, Nurse Harper, let me go, let me cum!” he moaned, his voice muffled, his body shuddering, his wrists, twitched faintly, the steel buckles rattling softly.

At the ten-minute mark, she sighed, her tone stern, her hazel eyes narrowing with a flash of impatience, her plump cheeks flushing deeper with a mix of irritation and aroused excitement, her breath quickening as she leaned closer, her yellow latex gloved hand resting lightly on his distended abdomen, the latex squeaking faintly.

“Oh, Benjamin, my sweet boy, you’re testing your nurse’s patience with this annoying resistance,” she scolded, her voice low and laced with authority, her lips curling into a tight, commanding smile that betrayed her thrill at his delightful defiance.

“You were told to submit to me fully, yet you keep squirm and beg like a naughty baby. This disobedience won’t do, darling. There’ll have to be additional corrective measures after this to ensure you learn to obey your nurse’s without question!”

Her hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of control and lustful anticipation, her fingers flexing subtly in her gloves, the latex gleaming as she savored his desperate state, her nurses dominance palpable.

Ben moaned, “Please, no, Nurse Harper I will be good I promise!” His desperation echoed, his body trembling, his cock throbbing, his wrists, aching in the white leather restraints tugged weakly, the steel buckles clinking faintly, his gaze fixating on her pantyhose clad legs, imagining her glistening pussy underneath the gown.

She stood, her clogs clicking, her gown rustling, her latex gloves gleaming, and approached the cupboard, reaching into the unlocked bottom section again.

Ben, moaning in pain, his vision blurring, so he didn’t see what she retrieved, his focus consumed by the burning, his bloated belly aching, his butt throbbing from the plug, his cock pulsing, his wrists, twitching faintly, the steel buckles rattling softly, and the vivid imagine of her crotchless pantyhose.

She returned, holding a large adult-sized pacifier, its silicone nipple oversized, its pastel blue shield adorned with a teddy bear decal, and pressed it to his lips. “Suck this and settle down quietly for your nurse, Benjamin,” she ordered, her voice firm yet clinical, her hazel eyes glinting with arousal.

Shocked, Ben’s lips remained closed, his eyes wide with disbelief, but Mrs. Harper’s gloved fingers, simply pressed the oversized silicone nipple harder against his mouth, forcing it past his lips with a deliberate push, the pastel blue shield pressing against his face, its teddy bear decal looming large.

The intrusion startled him, his breath catching, his mind reeling from the sudden appearance of the baby pacifier and it’s size and her commanding presence, his cheeks flushing as the silicone filled his mouth, stretching his jaw slightly.

Hesitant at first, he resisted, his lips trembling, but the soothing rhythm of her gloved hand stroking his cheek and the pacifier’s presence coaxed him, and he began to suck instinctively, the act calming his moans, each suck a reluctant surrender to her control, his bloated belly heaving, his wrists, aching in the white leather restraints behind his back, the glycerin’s burn a constant torment.

Mrs. Harper smiled, her plump cheeks dimpling, her hazel eyes softening, and knelt beside him, her latex gloved hands resuming their massage, kneading his distended stomach, easing the discomfort slightly, the latex squeaking, the gown brushing his thigh, the pantyhose glimpse lingering in his mind, the gown’s and gloves making it feel more potent.

“That’s my good little patient” she cooed, her voice a clinical lullaby, her apron crinkling faintly. “Suck your pacifier and hold it for me, Benjamin,” she murmured, her gloved fingers pressing gently, her encouragements a lifeline amidst the glycerin’s painful assault, the pacifier’s sucking grounding him, his cock throbbing, his wrists, hugged tightly behind his back, his eyes burning with arousal, flying to the shimmer of her pantyhose clad legs.

After an excruciatingly long 20 minutes, she finally deflated the butt plug, the silicone hissing as it shrank, and was eased out with a faint pop, the removal eliciting a sharp gasp, his sphincter twitching, the plugs sudden departure, leaving his anus tender.

“There we go, Benjamin, out it comes,” she purred, her voice sultry yet laced with authority, her hazel eyes glinting with control. “Let your nurse help you my dear patient to the toilet.”

She gripped his restrained arms behind his back, her yellow latex gloved fingers firm, the latex cool against his skin, and guided him with surprising strength to the toilet, her gown rustling, her clogs clicking with measured steps, her dominance palpable as she steadied his unsteady legs, his wrists, ached faintly as they tugged uselessly to be free.

With a firm push, she lowered him onto the cold porcelain seat, his thighs trembling as they met the smooth cold surface, his bare skin prickling against the toilet’s chill, his bloated belly heaving awkwardly as he settled, his restrained arms straining behind him, the leather biting into his wrists.

“You may release now, Benjamin,” she said, her voice firm yet laced with authority, her hazel eyes glinting with control, standing close, her apron accentuating her curves, her pantyhose clad legs shimmering faintly in his peripheral vision.

The release was explosive, a torrent of burning glycerin and waste surging into the toilet, the water splashing loudly, a chaotic rush that echoed in the tiled bathroom, each wave accompanied by deep, shuddering groans from Ben, his body shaking violently, his legs quivering against the seat, his face flushed with exhaustion, sweat beading on his forehead, his cock throbbing despite the ordeal, his wrists, ached faintly as they tugged against the restraints, his exhausted body too weak to struggle further.

The afterburn lingered, searing his tender anus, leaving him slumped on the seat, his chest heaving, his limbs heavy with fatigue, the toilet’s water gurgling softly as the last of the enema drained away, his body drained and trembling from the intense release.

Mrs. Harper rinsed the enema bag, colon tube and butt plug at the sink, her gown rustling, her latex gloves gleaming, mesmerizing to Ben.

She stood, her hazel eyes glinting with eager anticipation, her plump cheeks flushed with a potent mix of lustful excitement and clinical control, her breath quickening as she prepared to enact her meticulously planned escalation of her dear Benjamin’s treatment, her yellow latex gloves gleaming under the bathroom’s harsh light.

She paused, savouring the moment, her lips curving into a wicked, joyful smile, as she surveyed Benjamin’s utterly exhausted form slumped on the toilet, his body trembling from the enema’s grueling toll, sweat beading on his flushed forehead, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his legs quivering weakly against the cold porcelain, his eyes half-lidded with fatigue yet flickering with lingering intense arousal.

His complete vulnerability fueled her anticipation, a delicious confirmation that her punishing 3.5-liter glycerin enema had broken down his resistance, priming him perfectly for the deeper submission she had planned in the special room awaiting him, there she would mould and control her sweet boy into her perfectly obedient patient, her dominance a sensual blend of maternal care and strict authority.

Her curves under the glossy red apron swayed subtly as she shifted, her gown rustling, the latex squeaking faintly, her hazel eyes burning with a predatory gleam, her mind alight with the next phase of his corrective training, her excitement palpable as she relished his weakened state, his wrists, hugged tightly behind his back by the leather restraints, twitched faintly, the buckles rattling softly.

“It’s time for your additional corrective measures, my darling boy,” she purred, her voice a sultry, purr thick with erotic dominance, her hazel eyes smoldering with lustful intent.

“Come with your nurse, my precious patient.” With a forceful grip, she clamped her yellow latex gloved fingers onto his arm, the latex cool and unyielding against his trembling skin, and hauled him to his feet with commanding strength, her clogs clicking sharply on the checkerboard floor, her gown rustling, her curves captivating his weary gaze.

She led him down the hall, her steps brisk with eager purpose, her excitement evident in her quickened breath and the faint flush deepening on her plump cheeks, her white surgical gown rustling softly, her red rubber apron crinkling faintly, her dominance a tangible force.

Ben’s heart raced, his legs unsteady from the enema’s grueling toll, his cock pulsing faintly, his wrists, hugged, by the restrains rattling softly with each unsteady step, the sound a quiet reminder of his confinement.

To his surprise, they passed the master bedroom, its door ajar, revealing a glimpse of the plush bed and soft lighting, the room he’d assumed was their destination based on prior sessions. However instead, she guided him to a heavy wooden door at the far end of the hall, its polished oak surface and brass lock an unfamiliar barrier, amplifying his disorientation and curiosity and lingering arousal, the mystery of what lay beyond sending a shiver through him.

At the door, Mrs. Harper spun him with a forceful twist, pinning him against the cool wall, her left yellow latex gloved hand resting firmly on his neck, her fingers cool and slick, the sharp scent of latex mingling with her lavender perfume, enveloping him in an intoxicating cloud.

Her right gloved hand pressed against his chest, the latex squeaking faintly against his flushed skin, her hazel eyes burning with clinical intent, her breath warm against his face, her plump cheeks flushed with excitement. “You won’t move a muscle, my naughty boy,” she purred, her voice a husky whisper laced with commanding menace, her grip tightening briefly on his neck, the latex’s coolness and perfume’s scent heightening his vulnerable position.

“Your nurse expects absolute obedience, Benjamin, and I won’t tolerate any more of your defiance. You’ll follow every order without hesitation, or I’ll bind you even tighter and make you regret testing me.” Her hazel eyes sparkled with lustful dominance, her lips curving into a stern, wicked smile, her breath quickening as she savored his trembling submission, her curves under the glossy red apron captivating his weary gaze.

She reached into her gown’s pocket with her right hand, retrieving a large brass key, and unlocked the heavy wooden door with a deliberate turn, the click echoing sharply in the quiet hallway. Gripping his arm tightly, her yellow latex gloved fingers clamping like steel, she pulled him inside, shutting the door quickly behind them with a soft click, the sound sealing their isolation.

She turned to a control panel beside the door, her gloved fingers pressing a sequence into a security keypad, its illuminated digits glowing softly, locking the door with a low, mechanical thud that heightened Ben’s sense of confinement.

She then adjusted a dial, and the recessed pot lights embedded in the ceiling flickered to life, their soft glow intensifying as she increased the brightness, casting a stark, clinical illumination across the expansive chamber, revealing a space that left Ben worried and truly alarmed.

As he took in the room, his eyes widening, his breath catching, his bound wrists twitching faintly in the restraints, the steel buckles rattling softly.

The door’s exterior had been deceptively made of wood but on the inside it was cold, stainless steel, its surface gleaming under the bright pot lights, along with the security keypad reinforcing the room’s controlled, inescapable atmosphere, the realization tightening Ben’s chest with a sense of true alarm he was trapped.

The space was expansive, its glossy medical jade green walls reflecting the light, their sterile sheen evoking a surgical operating room, the air heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint trace of baby powder.

The floor was a polished white epoxy, smooth and unyielding like a hospital OR, gleaming under the lights, cool beneath his bare feet, amplifying the clinical dominance of the space.

Ben’s gaze darted around, his heart pounding with shock as he took in the room’s meticulously arranged areas, his concern about who Mrs. Harper truly was growing as he looked around wildly.

The room was strange blend of medical and nursery. A surgical operating theatre stood in the center, a medical enema station on another the side.

In another corner, a nursery area drew his eye with a large adult-sized crib, its polished stainless steel frame towering nearly five feet high, the high side rails fitted with D-ring attachment points for restraints, hinting at confinement, the crinkly plastic-covered mattress gleaming under the pot lights, layered with soft pastel blue fleece blankets folded neatly, their plush texture a deceptive nod to comfort amidst the steel’s austerity, the sight making Ben’s stomach twist with uneasy.

Opposite, in another corner, stood a padded changing table, its white vinyl surface crinkling faintly, equipped with an overhead leg pulley system, its steel cables and padded straps dangling ominously, designed for precise positioning, the setup sending a shiver of alarm through him.

A small, articulated surgical light hung above the changing table, its focused beam ready to illuminate intimate procedures.

Beside it, a sleek medical cabinet gleamed, its stainless steel doors reflecting the room’s lights, stocked with supplies behind frosted glass panels, its presence clinical and foreboding.

Dedicated shelves above the changing table held neatly stacked animal printed adult diapers and translucent white rubber pants, their elastic waistbands gleaming, alongside other infantile items like pacifiers and soft onesie, the sight of such nurturing elements in a clinical setting was jarring to Ben’s senses.

Nearby, a massive double-width nursing chair dominated the space, its plush pastel pink upholstery soft and inviting, its wide seat, exuding a maternal warmth that clashed jarringly with the room’s strange medical sterility, making Ben’s breath hitch further.

In front of the chair, a soft baby-friendly play area spread across the floor, a padded mat in pastel colors dotted with stuffed animals a teddy bear, a bunny, and a plush duck arranged in a cozy semicircle, their bright eyes glinting under the lights, the playful innocence unnerving against the medical backdrop.

On the wall above, a sleek TV console and media area was mounted, flanked by shelves holding colorful toys, rattles, stacking rings, and soft alphabet blocks alongside a large collection of Disney movies in neatly arranged cases, their vibrant covers featuring classics like The Lion King and Toy Story, adding to Ben’s disorienting shock.

At the room’s centre, stood a large surgical table, its padded surface covered in a sterile green sheet that crinkled faintly, equipped with adjustable stirrups, their steel frames gleaming. Above, two massive surgical lights with articulated arms hung from the ceiling, their wide, polished reflectors able to cast a brilliant, unyielding glow, to illuminate every detail of the table below.

On the opposite side, the enema and medical area was meticulously arranged for clinical precision, its stark functionality deepening Ben’s alarm. In one corner, an enema station featured a birthing/gyno table with a padded vinyl seat, fitted with a unique drain system that fed into a drain in the floor beneath, a grated metal drain gleamed under the light, ensuring practicality and easy clean up.

A small, articulated surgical lamp hung above the table, A chrome IV pole stood beside the table, holding a empty 4-liter red rubber enema bag, its glossy surface ready to be swollen with soapy solution, its coiled black hose dangling ominously, a black retention nozzle attached, to its tip gleaming, the sight making Ben’s throat tighten with more fear and apprehension.

A sterile tray on the table’s side displayed a large array of nozzles slender silicone tips, thick colon tubes, bulbous retention plugs all gleaming under the pot lights, arranged with surgical precision, their variety overwhelming.

A wall mounted sink and scrub area near by completed the area, its stainless steel basin polished to a mirror finish, packets of Castile and sterile soap stacked neatly beside a dripping faucet, the rhythmic tick adding even more tension.

In the final far corner, a large shelving and cabinet area dominated the space, its stainless steel counter gleaming under soft under-counter lighting, casting a gentle glow across the workspace. Upper shelves were lined with medical supplies boxes of latex gloves, jars of lubricant, packets of suppositories, speculums, enema bulbs, and sterile wipes alongside an array of surgical instruments and tools, their polished steel surfaces glinting, including forceps, scalpels, and retractors, their precision unnerving.

A compact medical fridge hummed softly under the counter, its glass door revealing vials and sealed containers, while a computer station with a sleek monitor and keyboard sat ready for charting or monitoring, its screen glowing faintly, a rolling stool with a cushioned seat and back was tucked neatly nearby, its wheels gleaming.

On the counter lab equipment with trays, a digital scale, and a centrifuge were neatly arranged, their polished surfaces reflecting the lights. A sliding door marked “Storage” in bold black letters stood at the edge of this area, its frosted glass panel concealing additional tools or devices, its ominous presence making Ben’s skin prickle with even more unease.

The space truly was a masterful blend of surgical precision and infant baby nurturing, the glossy jade green walls, polished epoxy floor, and brilliant pot and surgical lights reinforcing its clinical dominance, while the crib, changing table with diapers, nursing chair, and play area with Disney movies softened the edges with maternal motherly undertones, creating a disorienting environment that left Ben reeling with shock and growing panic, his eyes darting from the crib’s restraints to the surgical table’s lights to the enema station’s nozzles, each element amplifying his vulnerability.

His arousal flared despite his unease, heightened by Mrs. Harper’s sexy curves under the glossy red apron, the squeak of her yellow latex gloves, and the gown clinging to her voluptuous form, her commanding presence magnified by the room.

His wrists, hugged tightly behind his back, twitched faintly, the steel buckles rattling softly, his naked body trembling with exhaustion and even anticipation, his cock pulsing faintly as he stood in the center of this meticulously crafted chamber, utterly at Mrs. Harper’s mercy and what she planned to do to him next.

End: Chapter 4

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