For the rest of the week end Al and Jack worked on domesticating me and teaching me how to be the perfect sexual companion. Al had a set of rules that she insisted I know verbatim. Jack was to my amazement more my companion than the torturer I had anticipated. Al generally used her for dispensing punishments and other than at those times Jack seemed to prefer loving on me to spanking me. The rules were simple.

1. Always answer with Ma’am never yeah or nope.

2. Alicia is a Lady and expects to be treated as such. Doors opened chairs held etc.

3. When she orders something she expects it to be done. Alicia does not like whining.

4. Never lie.

5. All body functions fall under her control.

6. Just as I was to follow her orders explicitly, anyone that she loaned me to also was to be obeyed in similar fashion.

7. Unauthorized masturbation is forbidden.

8. I was to be hairless below the collar.

9. I was expected to accept discipline and anal attentions without comment from Al, Jack and my Mom.

10. Being with Al is supposed to be fun don’t get too serious.

Al loved to play with my ass. She also took her job as my sexual keeper very seriously. She assured me that I would be able to do quite well on the week ends without masturbation and between her and Jack it was so.

The three of us had long talks. Al felt that her initial introduction to my Mom was critical. She decided that we would “date” for a couple of weeks before they would meet. One of the funny things about my Mom was that I knew there would be no problem with me becoming sexually active. The primary focus of her instructions over the last months since she and the doc had talked was her preparing me to NOT be a prick with a dick. She considered it a males job to not only service his partner well sexually but equally to insure that she didn’t feel pressured. This went hand in glove with Al’s thoughts.

They had me home Sunday so that I was there when Mom got home. She was in a good mood and we had a very nice evening. I told her that I had met someone and that I thought she was special. Mom seemed thrilled and I told her as much about Al as she thought was best for the beginning. Al and I had a couple of “dates” that week and Al made sure that I was eating right and following her dietary directions. I told Mom that Al was a nurse at a children’s hospital. As instructed I commented several times over the week that Al made me think of her in a lot of ways. One of these ways was brought out on Saturday. Friday evening Al gave me a thorough spanking and ordered me not to use the bathroom. Saturday afternoon Mom asked if I had had a BM and when I hadn’t gone she told me to go lay on my bed and she would be right with me.

As soon as she pulled my underwear down she asked, “Rocky, have you been bad? It looks to me like someone, Al I assume, has spanked you?”

“Yes Ma’am, last night Al felt like I was rude…I told you that she makes me think of you!”

“I am happy to see that she is a woman that understands the importance of keeping a young man in line! I would say that you probably were very nice the rest of the evening weren’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am. VERY!”

My cheeks were spread and she inserted several of her little bombs! She left her finger in me and asked, “Is this the first time she has had to resort to spankings?”

“No Mom, She expects me to be a gentleman and if I fail in that then I am a bad little boy and she treats me as such.”

Mom grinned, “I am growing to like this girl of yours. She sounds very levelheaded.

The bombs had gone off and Mom’s finger was making me suffer in several ways. I WANTED to go to the toilet and her finger in my ass was making me crazy and I was forbidden to say anything anymore about it. “I need to GO Mom!”

She finally withdrew and hiding my reactions as best I could I ran to the toilet where I would now spend several unhappy hours except I had been instructed to ask Mom to call Al for me and tell her that I might be late picking her up. I KNEW what was coming.

I listened and soon Mom was laughing and then she hung up and came to the bathroom. Your Al asked if she could come over and help. She says that your grumpiness last night was probably related to this and she would like to just take the bull by the horns and fix you all up. Has she given you enemas before this Rocky?”

“Yes ma’am, she is a bad as you about worrying about my poop! She says that in the hospital you can chart a child’s recovery by their bathroom stuff!” I blushed for real and told her, “I was going to get it tomorrow anyway. Al thinks that at least once a week I need to be cleaned out!”

“Did she say anything about my suppositories?”

“Yes ma’am she made me promise that I wouldn’t resist you in that any more…about that…or any of the butt stuff. She informed me that as my Mom you have every right to take care of me as you see fit. She even agrees with you that rectal thermometers are the only ones worth having.”

“I was wondering what was going on. You are usually whiny when you have to take your medicine and then grump about me holding it in until you are ready to go. When she gets here I must thank her for helping me finally get you straight about this!”

There was a knock at the door and I could hear them meeting. When they trooped into the bathroom together Mom said, “Rocky, you never told me how beautiful she is!! Or that she is more mature than you. That explains her wonderful grasp of what you need. A boy needs a slightly older woman to look out for him. You know I was 7 years older than your Dad.”

I was swept into a series of large enemas given gently and instructionally. Al explained that to get the best effects a woman needed both control and encourage a boy while they gave him his enemas. The enemas should also be made as comfortable as possible so that there would be less resistance to future treatments. Mom was enthralled and agreed that this was ever so much nicer than the way Aunt Cora had taught her. Al explained that because the enemas reach so much further that they were far more effective than suppositories.

After my third enema Al explained to Mom that enemas because of the pressures and stimulation to the prostate are always rather exciting for little boys and as they could see big boys were also affected. “In the hospital I try to provide my little men with some private rest time between enemas so they can relieve this pressure but in Rocky’s case I would prefer a more personal touch if you don’t mind.” She winked at Mom. “It also makes them easier to handle afterwards and not as upset when there are future treatments required.”

“Mom looked at me and answered, “Certainly Alicia! Go right ahead. We are all adults here and it isn’t like he is such a little boy that his problem is easily ignored.”

I thought Mom would leave the room but Al immediately progressed to showing Mom how easily excitable men are by anal stimulation and between that with that and a very few gentle strokes on my penis my problem was resolved. I shot my load up onto my chest. “I will let you give him the next couple of enemas and you will be amazed at how much more effectively he will take them now that the pressure has been relieved.” Al told her and they just had a wonderful time talking about me like I wasn’t even there. Al cleaned off my chest and kissed my forehead. “See his color is even better.”

I will say this; the following two enemas were the very best enemas that Mom had ever given. I encouraged her by telling her how much better it was this way.

“Does that mean that if I take Alicia’s advice and switch you to enemas instead of suppositories that you will be more cooperative?” Mom asked.

Al answered, “Virginia in the future if Rocky is ever anything less than cooperative I hope that you will spank him severely and call me so that I can come and also spank him. Or if you would like you can call me and I will assist you.” She turned to me, “Rocky do you hear this. Virginia and I only have your best welfare in mind and I expect you to now not only offer us your full cooperation but your gratitude as well. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am. I will be good from now on.”

Mom turned to Al and laughing told her, “You really have him thoroughly pussy whipped don’t you!! I will be happy with just cooperation.”

“You will get it I am sure…or Rocky will be severely reprimanded.” Al assured her.

That night Al asked and received Mom’s permission for me to stay over night and from then on they were thick as thieves. That was the good news. The bad was that about a month later Mom called Al and after discussing it with her, Mom gave me 5 enemas and relieved my “pressure” twice! She decided that I needed the release after my second enema. I verbally resisted (Having your Mom do that to you is just ickey!!!!) and got a really intense spanking followed by my pressure relief. She did another one after the fourth enema before giving me the last one. The second one was carried out without a problem and I knew that it never would be one again. I came to understand with Al’s help that to Mom this wasn’t about sex on ANY conscious level. She was just taking care of her Baby and that was a part of the enema procedure that she had been taught.

Jack spent a lot of time over with us. I learned to think of her and Al as a package. The longer Al and I were together, the more beautiful she was to me and the more I loved her. She also was happy and when finally Jack moved back in with her, Jack was happy. That fall I won a scholarship to the big U in town and entered as a freshman. I spent all the weekends and lots of evenings with Al and Jack but it wasn’t until the summer between my freshman and sophomore year that I moved in with her. My Mom would come on Sunday and she would help with my Sunday cleanings and spend the afternoon with us. Occasionally if I had done something especially heinous Al would call Mom and she would come and assist in correcting me! These group effort spankings would leave me hardly able to sit and would ALWAYS be then followed by 5 enemas with at least 2 but generally 3 pressure relief sessions. Each woman would do one…Al, Mom and then Jack after enemas 1,3 and 5!!!