A major life-changer can come from anywhere. In fact it happened recently when, at Mary’s insistence, the two of them visited a naturopathic doctor together. Bob had been complaining of digestion problems for some time and finally Mary had heard enough. She said the trip to the doctor was a must - and she was going with him. For some reason he felt a stirring "down there" every time she took control like that, so he went along with her, unaware of how his life was about to take the proverbial "left turn at Albuquerque".

After a consultation and lengthy examination, the shapely middle-aged doctor explained Bob was suffering from a rather uncommon ailment. She said his colon was out of alignment and that was most certainly the cause of his digestive woes - but she assured them she could heal him, providing he agreed to follow her prescription to the letter. She said that if he was willing to do exactly as she directed, they could proceed. After receiving a stern look from his wife, Bob agreed.

The doctor prescribed an assortment of herbals, accompanied by a detailed explanation of their use. And then, to Bob’s great surprise, she added that in order to train his colon, he must regularly stretch it out with weekly home enemas! She stressed the importance of the “simple remedy” and assured them that without this weekly enema regimen, his symptoms would surely worsen.

And unfortunately for Bob, these were not to be the little fleet variety enema he had once used when he was younger. Oh no. The doctor explained he would be required to retain 3 to 4 full quarts of hot, soapy water for 5 full minutes once a week, followed the next day by a saline rinse of the same capacity - but with a 15-minute retention time. And she underlined the importance of making every effort to achieve the full 4 quarts for 15 full minutes each time!

She further explained that most people lack the self-discipline required to accomplish this not-unsubstantial feat solo, as many stop well short of the recommended volume. She said it's always best to have an assistant - one that wouldn't settle for a poor effort, but with the patience and discipline to stop the flow at the first sign of pain or cramping, only to resume when it’s safe to do so. A strong resolve was required, as it was necessary to attempt to achieve the full volume each time - and this treatment was to continue every week for the next 6 months!

As if that wasn’t bad enough for Bob, to his great embarrassment, without hesitation Mary volunteered to assist Bob with his enemas every week “exactly as prescribed”. And then she added with a sly smile, “Whether he likes it or not.”

Mary spoke with the doctor as if Bob wasn’t even in the room - he just sat there blushing, dumbfounded, as the doctor described the enema procedure in detail. She also offered some "unconventional wisdom" regarding useful methods to help insure compliance - including the use of discipline. She said many of her patients had found success combining spanking with large enemas and went on to discuss spanking methodology, adding many modern marriages thrive on it. By the time their visit was over, Mary was well informed and had a good idea of exactly what to do. (And as her swollen, damp pussy suggested, there was something very exciting about all of it.)

The doctor told them that, for successful enemas, Mary must assume control so, at her insistence, they stopped at the health food superstore on their way home to pick up a bottle of peppermint Castile soap (prescribed) and a 4 quart enema bag. After Mary explained their situation, the cute, young sales clerk also recommended a 9-oz. enema squeeze bulb to be used for precleaning before the large enemas. She said it would make the large volumes easier to take. Mary said they’d take it.

The clerk then recommended a trio of fat, progressively longer nozzles to go with it. She said the deeper insertion would also help with the larger volume enema to follow and were much more efficient than the smaller tips that came with the bulb. Mary said they’d take the 3-nozzle set, also.

Bob was - once again - lost for words. The long, fat nozzles caused his embarrassment blush to glow an even deeper red, a result of knowing the plan was for him to be stretched by the large nozzles on the counter and by how the two women calmly chatted about it as if it were lipstick. For some reason (see dripping hard-on) Bob just stood silently as the 2 women merrily discussed his bleak future together.

The ever-helpful sales lady seemed to enjoy their interaction, providing detailed assistance at every turn. She told them that once Bob’s nether hole was stretched from a large nozzle a few times, he would more easily be able to accommodate a 750cc balloon nozzle. She said they were always recommended for large volume enemas and she reached behind the counter to retrieve a large, inflatable enema nozzle. Bob's eyes widened. It looked like a huge, black butt plug, with an inflation bulb hanging from it. She explained that while it’s size required a certain amount of discipline to insert and use each time, once the balloon was fully inflated and “seated inside your man”, (she pumped it up to “demonstrate a typical inflation” – it was huge!) Mary would be able to inject larger volumes into Bob while he would have no choice but to hold it. Mary said “yes” to it at exactly the same time Bob said “no”. (He added, “It so big!”) They bought it and brought it home.

Bob had never been so embarrassed - and turned-on - in his entire life. He felt his normally macho demeanor slipping away as Mary assumed control. When he asked her why she was doing all this, she just laughed and said, “Doing what, silly? Helping you get healthy? Well, duh!” She pretended to be oblivious to his embarrassment - and the tent in his pants his predicament caused. Assuming complete control was exhilarating and liberating for her. She loved the feeling of power she was experiencing - it turned her on. She had Bob under her spell - with a raging hard-on - and she hadn’t even touched him… yet.

End of Part One

Part II

Bob stood in the bathroom, a day after his fateful doctor visit and just 2 hours before Mary said his first enema would commence, with a another rigid hard-on that he couldn’t explain. “WTF” he thought. “Why is “he” getting hard all the time over this? I don’t want an enema. And I certainly don’t want Mary involved with it. Oh, why did I ever agree to see that damn doctor?” The more he thought about his impending doom, the more his cock throbbed and oozed pre-cum. He couldn’t explain his excitement but decided not to fight it and just began to slowly stroke it, when suddenly Mary opened the door.

“Well, well, well… what have we here?” She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips looking very sexy, but in a quiet, authoritative way. Her black pencil skirt stopped just above her knees and her crisp white cotton blouse revealed the top of her lacy bra. She obviously enjoyed her part. “It looks like I got here just in time. So what brought this on? Have you been thinking about what’s going to be happening to you at 9:00?”

“I guess so.” Bob continued stroking himself. He could feel his cheeks turning hot with embarrassment and watched in the mirror as they turned bright red – a result of his admission coupled with being caught masturbating. That had never happened to him before.

“Well I think it’s cute that the idea of me giving you an enema turns you on like this. But you are not allowed to cum until I tell you to, understand?”

“But Mary…” He was very close to cumming and to be denied would be torture.

“Sorry Hun. But remember what the doctor said – staying hard and horny during your enemas will allow you to handle a large volume much easier. And squeezing it will help make the cramps go away. So we need you horny for that.”

“I didn’t hear that part.” Bob bluffed in an attempt to increase his stroking time.

“Well she did – and you know it mister!” Mary’s voice was stern like the one in charge might use to help control the situation.

“But I can get hard again!” He was pleading, desperate for release.

“No. That’s enough. You need to accept this as discipline! You’ll never get through this without it. So no more stroking or I’ll tie a cord around it! Understand? Now put that thing back in your pants!” She used a very firm tone he’d not heard before.

“Oh geez…” For poor Bob, there would be no satisfaction. He obediently did as he was told. Obviously, her no-nonsense, disciplined approach was working well on him. And on her.

Mary loved the feelings she was getting from controlling her man. She felt a power rush that seemed to be centered in her swollen pussy and radiated from there. Sex had never been so exciting!

But for Bob, the next 2 hours were excruciating. Every time the upcoming enema popped into his head, his cock would begin to throb and seep. And with Mary bringing up the subject every few minutes, it was close to a 2-hour hard-on for him.

First she said she needed to discuss the details of how his first enema was going to go. She inflated the balloon nozzle in front of him and pointed out the fact that the base became extremely wide - easily as big around as her wrist. She asked if he thought 10 minutes of finger-stretching his virgin he-hole would be enough and decided the best position for this extended fingering would be over her lap on the bed.

She took each fat nozzle out of the box and stroked them while commenting on their size and shape. She even asked him which one they should start with. The nozzles were all large and ominous looking - but she made him choose one from the set of three. Even though he chose the smallest one, she praised him for his choice - but warned him she was going to be starting today’s session by attaching that fat, black nozzle to the 9 oz. enema bulb she held in her other hand. And she would be inserting it and withdrawing it for each bulbful of shaken, soapy water – and she had a house minimum of 4 bulbs.

She talked about how the fat nozzle would stretch his hole to the limit and how he would have to be brave. Bob’s sphincter automatically clenched at the thought.

Then, she told him that once the bulb enema’s done the job of cleaning out the lower part, it was going to be time for the bag and the soapy high enema with the big, inflatable balloon nozzle. She'd already determined it would require plenty of finger stretching – again adding that it would be taking place over her lap.

Bob was beside himself. By the time Mary announced it was 9:00 he was ready to do anything she said just so he could get release. His cock and balls were aching from being hard for so long - and he’d never been so eager to cum in his life.

“Alright mister! It’s 9 o’clock. Off you go. I want you to go into the bedroom, take off all of your clothes and wait for me on the bed. And stay hard, understand? Keep your penis head stretched tight and shiny. This is the beginning of your discipline and I want you on your best behaviour. I’ll be in there in a few minutes – off you go.”

His only response was the one she asked him to use for the day: “Yes ma’am.” And off he went obediently.

Bob felt the familiar heat rise in his cheeks from embarrassment as he sat naked on the bed, fully aware of what was about to happen, yet he felt unable to escape her clutches. His cock pounded like his heart as he obediently waited for her.

Mary walked in swinging a necktie. She stared at his hard cock and quickly surmised, “I think we better wrap that thing up tight – to prevent leaks. Stand up!” She loved the control, and as Bob obediently stood at attention (… twice, if you’ll pardon the pun) she took his spot, perching her pert, skirted bottom on the edge of the bed. His cock was bobbing around at her eye-level.

“Oh my! Look how hard he is. Well I hope wrapping it up tight won’t make it too uncomfortable. I think this is important – we don’t want any accidents. I have to tie this thing off!” She started with a tight knot at the base of his cock and balls and then proceeded to wrap tightly all the way up to the head, where she stopped and tucked in the end of the tie. The pressure was excruciating.

“There… just right. Now no more touching your friend here, understand? He’s mine – all mine - until I tell you otherwise. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” His balls ached already and his cock felt like it was going to explode. She had him where she wanted him and as she squeezed his tightly wrapped package and knew there was no turning back.

“O.K. now I want you to go get me a quart of hot water in the juice jug, the enema soap, the enema bulb and the big, black nozzle you chose earlier… oh, and some hand cream for lube. Or should we use Vicks?”

“Oh no! Not Vicks! Please!” He did not like the sound of that, at all!

“Well you better bring both – but I’ll only use Vicks if you complain too much or are not obedient like a good boy should be when he’s getting his enema. Now get going! You’ve got 2 minutes! Go!!”

She loved the power and felt herself dampen as he hurried off. She slid her skirt up a little and reaching between her silken thighs, she moved her panties aside to massage her now-swollen, very damp slit. She stopped just short of orgasm, paused to get her breath, then started again, By the time Bob returned, Mary was extremely turned-on and most anxious to proceed – and judging by his hard, wrapped cock, Bob was in about the same state.

END OF PART 2

Part III

“Good boy, Bobby!” Mary exclaimed. “You brought everything I told you to bring." She patted his head like he was a little boy. "And the water’s nice ‘n hot – just like I asked for!” She was smiling, flushed from her clitoral ministrations, and eager to proceed.

“Now, I want you over my lap for this and we’ll slide your tightly wrapped cock right here between my legs. C’mon…” Mary took Bob’s cloth encased genitals and guided him onto the bed and then, once he was positioned to her satisfaction, she squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hard cock securely between them. He wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was his hard-on.

“Now from this point forward I don’t want any complaining. You must allow me to do what I think is best – it’s part of your discipline. Understand? Answer, ‘Yes ma’am.’”

“Yes ma’am.” She definitely had him where she wanted and his compliance made her more determined.

“O.K. first a little lube.” Bob shivered as she touched his rosebud with a drop of cold hand lotion. She allowed the very tip to penetrate then stopped and picked up the nozzle. “We better lube this up well,” she said as she proceeded to slowly cover the huge, black nozzle with white, slippery hand-cream. She took her time, enjoying the effect it was having on him as he watched. His wrapped cock throbbed between her thighs.

“Here. Hold this while I get your enema ready.” She handed Bob the cream-covered nozzle, measured out 5ml of Castile soap and added it to the hot water. She swished it around until it was frothy then sucked up a 3/4 bulbful, took the nozzle from Bob and attached it. Plugging the hole with her finger, she shook it until the sloshing noise stopped, the bulb now filled with suds.

“Alright honey. Here it comes,” she warned as she placed the tip directly on his tight anus. She began a slow in-out pushing motion, advancing it ever so slightly on each inward push.

“Oh no, please… it’s too big! You’re going too fast! It’ll never go! Can’t you use your finger first to stretch it a little, first?” Bob was in full panic alert.

“No honey. No pre-stretching for these nozzles, remember? This is the disciplined way to do it – you just need to learn to relax and accept it. I’ll go slow." Mary maintained steady in-out pressure for several minutes and despite Bob’s whimpering and whining finally managed to bury the fat intruder deep into his yielding behind.

“My god! It’s too big,” he exclaimed as she busily twisted the nozzle back and forth in his stretched hole. “Please take it out!” He was beginning to freak out, having never experiencing such a large insertion.

“I will dear. Just as soon as I squeeze in all the hot, soapsuds from the bulb. Ready?” She was loving the thrill she was getting from the power she held over him.

“Oh no… please don’t… not yet… I don’t think I can handle any more!” The big nozzle was one thing; the soapy contents of the enema bulb was a totally different story.

"Would you like a spanking to go with your enema? Because that's where you're headed!"

"No... sorry... I'll be good."

“O.K. because I'll spank you if you don't behave. Now, the sooner we get the soapsuds into you the sooner we can get the big nozzle out of you. Just be brave – remember, you need this every week! O.K baby, here it comes!” And with a single hard squeeze, Mary emptied the entire contents of the bulb deep into her husband’s cute little upturned bum.

“Ungh…” he grunted as he felt the hot soapy water shoot up into him, warming his insides. “It’s too much. I gotta go.” He made a motion to try to get up. Mary pushed down on the center of his back to hold him down.

“Nonsense. Just stay still - I still have 3 more of these to go before you’re allowed to get up. And I’ll spank you if I have to. This is getting done! Now just relax and wait for a few minutes for the urge to subside."

She slowly twisted and gently pumped the nozzle with one hand while softly rubbing his bum with the other until she felt him relax. "O.K. hang on. I’m going to take the nozzle out now for your next one - and don’t you dare spill a drop or I’ll paddle you with my hairbrush!” That made him take notice! He hadn’t been spanked for bad behaviour since he was a kid.

With a slow, steady, wiggly pull, the fat nozzle was extracted without a drop spilled and put directly back into the soapy solution for another fill.

Bob couldn’t believe what was happening to him – his hole had just been stretched to it’s maximum, he was just threatened with a spanking and he had a bulbful of hot soapy water in his gut doing a most efficient job. And his penis, which had never been harder, was trapped between his wife’s lovely, clenched thighs.

Once the contents of the second bulbful was well shaken, Mary proudly announced, “Here comes bulb #2. Ready?”

“No please… one was enough. The nozzle’s too big! I can't take any more!" Bob clearly was in a certain amount of distress.

“Sorry hun – 4 bulb minimum, remember? And the nozzle has to be big – we need to prepare you for the balloon nozzle. Plus this is discipline! It’s not supposed to be easy! Now, hold on, because here it comes.” Again without any preliminaries, she spread his cheeks with her thumb and forefinger, set the tip at his hole and began the steady in/out pressure. It didn’t take as many minutes this time before she watched the 8”, fat, black nozzle bury itself deep into Bob’s bum. Again, with one hard squeeze she emptied the bulb’s contents into her not-so-willing partner – this time with no warning whatsoever.

“Oh jeez… it’s too much… I can’t do this. Please Mary,” he begged. “Two’s enough! Really... I gotta get up!”

She loved it! “You can get up when we’re all done. And we are going to do this alright, mister. And we’re going to do it exactly like this every week, whether you like it or not, understand? Remember, you agreed to follow the doctor's prescription and it’s no longer an option for you. Now here comes bulb #3. Get ready.” In total, less than 15 minutes had elapsed since they got started until – just as she predicted - all 4 bulbsful of hot soapy solution were deeply implanted into Bob’s unwilling bum. He felt very full, stretched and very dominated.

Luckily for Bob, after just 3 minutes of retention with the nozzle buried for the entire time, Mary unclamped her thighs and allowed him to go to the bathroom for relief. She instructed him to have a quick shower before returning to the bedroom “like a good boy”.

END OF PART 3

Part IV

Bob returned and was quickly put back over her lap, freshly wrapped hard-on trapped between her clamped thighs as before, ready to begin round two…

“Well look at that - your little bumhole is scrunched up tight again! I see we need to loosen you up a little - this inflatable nozzle gets pretty big.” He watched as she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves then felt the cold hand-cream touch his clenched hole. Without hesitation, she sunk the entire length of her heavily lubed finger all the way into him. Bob let out a huge gasp as it completely took him by surprise. She clamped her thighs tightly holding him in position and pushed down on the small of his back with her free hand. He wasn’t going anywhere as she quickly pumped the entire length of her middle finger in and out of him a dozen times. She moved her finger around inside of him for a moment before withdrawing it only long enough to add a second finger to his torment. She intended to give him a very thorough fingering.

“Oh jeez!” He'd never experienced such domination. She loved it - him, not so much. He felt totally controlled as she stretched his tight backdoor passage with her twisting, turning fingers. She thrust them in and out, around and around for at least 3 minutes. She had never felt so powerful.

“O.K. I think you’re stretched enough back here. It’s time for your enema!” She picked up the inflatable nozzle and after coating it with hand-cream, she pumped the bulb twice and closed off the air valve. She placed the tip of the now-fat balloon nozzle against his sphincter and began to push. The first 2 or 3 inches slipped in easily, but then met resistance as the air in the nozzle compressed.

“You need to open up for this Bob. C’mon Hun – just relax and let it in.”

“But it’s so big! I can’t!” He really thought it was impossible.

“You must! This is going in! Now relax! Do you need me to get my hairbrush?” That was all it took. As Bob relaxed, the nozzle slid in deeper and deeper until, with gentle, ever-advancing in/out thrusts, it buried itself into him.

“Oh... it’s so big – take it out… please Mary. It feels so strange.” It filled him and he wanted it out.

“No darlin’ it needs to stay in there. Now just relax and get used to it being in there. We’ll give you a couple of minutes before I start pumping it up but if you keep complaining I’m going to spank you. Now lay still.”

Laying across his wife’s lap like that, Bob was defenseless and could only accept what she was giving him. He had no choice – and he knew it. Mary felt the dampness between her legs grow as their “game” progressed.

“O.K. ready?”

“How ‘bout a few more minutes before you pump it up?”

“No. I’m in charge and I say we start pumping up your enema nozzle now!” And at the time she said “now” she pumped in the first bulb full. Bob immediately felt the invader inside him grow. And then she pumped it again and again, each time growing the nozzle ever bigger until Bob felt his hole could not stretch any wider exclaiming “STOP!” which she did. She tugged and twisted at it until she determined it was well seated and leak-proof.

“I think I’m going to stand you in the corner for a few minutes so you can get used to that stretched feeling. And while you're standing there, I want you to think about what a good boy you’re going to be for me today. C’mon.” She released her thighs from their grip on his tightly wrapped package and led him to the corner by his ear. “When I’m administering your enema, I insist on perfect obedience from you, understand. Anything less and you’ll pay. And you won’t like it – I promise! So you stand here and think about that – and stay hard while you’re thinking.”

Bob spent the next 5 minutes standing naked in the corner with a raging, wrapped hard-on and a pumped-up balloon nozzle firmly embedded in his behind, the inflation bulb lewdly hanging down between his naked legs. He felt so full and vulnerable as he pondered his predicament, the events that brought them to this point and what was about to happen to him.

For some reason Bob felt totally powerless. Maybe because he was so turned on; maybe it was the doctor’s orders, he just knew he was under her spell, as he obediently & nervously awaited her return to the bedroom. And his giant, hot, soapy enema.

After 5 minutes or so, Mary returned to the room. “Good boy! I see you’ve been doing as you’re told. That’s what I like to see! Ready for your enema?” She loved playing the role and she did it well. “C’mon over here and lay down across my lap.”

“I thought we’d go into the bathroom.” Then he noticed Mary had hung the full enema bag from the top of the closet door.

“No. I think we’ll do it in here. It’s more comfy.”

He began to panic, trying desperately to get out of what was about to happen. “But what about leaks?”

“Don’t worry. The balloon will prevent leaks - as long as it’s inflated big enough. Should we pump it up a bit bigger?” She tried to twist it but it wouldn't budge.

“No – it’s plenty big already, thank you.” He could feel it completely fill him and the pressure on his prostate produced a very leaky penis.

“Well, we’ll see. O.K. - hand me the hose and get over my lap. I’ll get you hooked up and we can get started. I’m only letting in one cup at a time and you must “gulp” it in by flexing your Kegel muscles 10 times each time I open the flow. Flex, hold for one Mississippi, then release; flex, hold for two Mississippi, then release, like that for a 10 count - every time I open the clamp. Alright?”

“Alright. Whatever you say.” Bob was resigned, embarrassed and totally controlled.

“Good. Let’s get started.” And just like that, she opened the clamp and the solution rushed in. Bob began his clamp/release exercise when he felt the hot, soapy water begin to sting his insides and didn’t stop until he had completed 10 “1-Mississippi gulps”.

“Good boy! You did it just right!” He heard her snap the clamp shut and felt the hot, soapy water stop filling him.

“Oh please, Mary. I don’t want to do this.” He was complaining already with only one cup inside him – he still had at least 14 more to go!

“But you must. You need your enemas every week - doctor’s orders. Don’t worry, you’ve got an entire minute before the next cupful,” she said in her best Florence Nightingale. “Just relax and let it happen. Because, whether you like it or not – it’s going to happen!”

Bob lay quietly, accepting the fact that he was there for the duration, while Mary kept a vigilant eye on her watch, waiting for his next cup.

“O.K. It’s time. Here it comes.” Bob heard the click of the clamp being opened and immediately felt the hot, soapy solution gushing into him again.

“You’re not gulping! C’mon Bob, flex those Kegals. The flow keeps going until you’ve gulped 10 times!” Bob began “gulping” just as he was told, gulping in his enema. Mary loved the sight of his butt-cheeks flexing and releasing as the enema filled him. The control was a great turn on for her and she felt a new love for Bob she’d not felt before.

“Good boy! …and that’s 10.” An audible snap was heard as she closed the clamp to stop the flow. “Now I’m going to warn you that I expect your very best behavior while you’re over my lap getting your enemas. Anything less and you’re going to get your hands tied and your bottom soundly paddled with my hairbrush – and I assure you – you do not want that!”

Bob couldn’t believe what he’d gotten himself into. And he truly felt there was no way out. He was trapped.

“O.K. mister, here it comes again.” And with a snap, the hot, soapy water began surging into his very invaded behind as he flexed and held his Kegels as per her strict instructions.

“…and that’s 10.” She squeezed the clamp shut and started lecturing. “This is a good time for us to discuss some new rules. For one thing, I know you masturbate and that’s going to stop as of now. I’m in charge of your enemas and I'm also now in charge of your orgasms and you only cum when I tell you to cum. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” She was clearly taking control of more in his life than ever before and there wasn’t much else he could say.

Every minute – on the minute – Mary released the clamp and watched Bob obediently gulp down his enema as she talked with him about how their lives together were going to be different. She told him that from now on, all enemas would be administered between cheeks that match the color of the red bag. She said he complained too much and a sore bum would remind him to take & hold a bigger enema without all the fussing. (He groaned at that.)

She also told him they would need to do some toy shopping together to take advantage of his clean bum. She said she wanted a strap-on dildo so she could "properly peg him". She said they would also buy a special pair of satiny panties he would wear on "pegging day". She added she was excited to spank his pantied bum.

By the time Mary was finished lecturing, 3 full quarts of hot, soapy water were injected. (That was all he could handle.) She warned him that tomorrow’s enema would be larger. He held it obediently for 5 excruciating minutes before being allowed to go to the bathroom - and on his way down the hall she reminded him he would be holding tomorrow’s enema for 15 minutes - with a well-spanked bum.

But that's another story.

THE END