When I called the clinic a few days later to make an appointment for a session in the Prostate Response section, the receptionist told me that it's best to avoid ejaculation for at least two days before the session, and several days if possible. I timed the appointment accordingly, and drove over there on the scheduled day.

As soon as I got there Nurse Carina talked briefly to another nurse at the clinic and then said, "Okay, come with me."

"Clothes off, and I'll give you two enemas," Carina stated. She smiled as if to herself as I quickly discarded everything I was wearing. "Face up on the table," she directed, and busied herself preparing the enema.

Carina hung the bulging red bag on the stand and placed a pillow under my lower back so that the enema would more easily flow into me, lubricated the thick nozzle, and inserted it. I had a raging boner by the time she started the flow. As the soapsuds enema coursed into me, my erection subsided, and when I felt some cramping I protested freely.

"You should strive to take your enemas without whining," Nurse Carina mentioned. "It's been noted in your file that you complain a lot. Too much complaining can lead to strict discipline!" I took the hint and attempted to deal with the fullness by panting and an occasional groan.

When the enema bag emptied and she closed the valve, Nurse Carina told me to spread my legs far apart, and proceeded to perform what I can only describe as a testicle massage. With a generous supply of lotion, she pressed lightly where it was important to press lightly, and pressed harder in the other places. It actually felt good and I developed a firm, seeping erection.

"I have to do this now while you have the enema to distract you, or else you'd pop off instantly," she noted as her fingers continued their sensual kneading.

I got rid of the first enema and Nurse Carina started the second one, which went in easier and more quickly than the first. She continued the testicle massage, which only served to get me more aroused. "I don't want you to cum until the end of the session," Nurse Carina stated. "We're going to see how much cum you can generate in one ejaculation. Some of the clients refer to this one as the 'blue-balls' session, understandably."

After five tormenting minutes of testicle handling, Nurse Carina let me up to get rid of my rinsing enema and told me to get cleaned up in the shower afterward.

I was face up on the table again. She put on a latex glove and probed my rectal area, frequently touching or pressing on my prostate. At the same time she lightly stroked my testicles, my erect member, and my inner thighs, occasionally tugging on my ball sac to discourage me from ejaculating.

Nurse Carina kept up this treatment for what seemed to be an extended period of time, but actually was probably about fifteen minutes.

"We'd better cool off some of that ardor. Turn over and put your hands well forward," she suddenly instructed. She picked up a leather strap and commenced what was to be a severe and prolonged leathering. I bucked and writhed, exclaiming and pleading for leniency.

"Stop that begging!" Nurse Carina scolded. "You should be taking what I give you without asking me to stop! I want you to take the rest of your strapping without whining, and for heavens sake, stop that wiggling! I'm going to note this in your file as needing work."

She applied about four dozen more strokes while I tried my best to take them without pleading. I still writhed and exclaimed, but managed to not beg her to stop, reasoning that I'm going to get what she's giving anyway.

The strapping certainly took care of my raging boner. The penetrating heat from the strap, however, proved to enhance things later.

Nurse Carina put the strap down and ran her fingers lightly all over my erogenous zones that were within her reach - the backs of my legs, inner thighs, my bottom, and testicles. I got hard again in a hurry, and gave frequent, deep sighs as an indication of my arousal. She frequently reached in and prodded my prostate with a gloved finger. This went on for another thirty or so minutes.

Then she had me turn over, face up, and she discarded the glove. With one hand around my testicles and the other around my boner, she gave slow pumping strokes while frequently tugging on my scrotum to keep me from ejaculating. After a few moments she had to considerably decrease the intensity of her handling, since I was extremely close to squirting. I desperately wanted relief, at the same time knowing that after I squirt, the session - and Carina's sweet handling - would be over. She had an amazing sensitivity, and could tell at just what point to lighten the handling and tug on my scrotum. Her expert handling continued for a prolonged period of time, and my nuts ached for relief.

Nurse Carina stopped handling me, and lowered a horizontal metal bar from the ceiling which was attached by chains. She told me to stand up and hold on tightly to the metal bar with both hands, since she wanted me to remain standing when I ejaculate. I reached up and grasped the bar, which was several inches above the top of my head.

She fetched a transparent container with measuring marks on it, and squatted in front of me.

"Don't cum yet - hold off as long as you possibly can," she instructed, and resumed her slow, sensuous pumping and tugging. When it was clear that I was not going to last much longer, she released hold of me, unfastened several buttons on her uniform, and lowered the top of her dress down to her waist. Her beautiful breasts showed, with nipples standing out prominently. She lubricated an oblong vibrator and inserted it in my back way so that it was in contact with my prostate. A small battery case and on-off switch was attached to it by a thin wire, and she let it hang between my legs.

Carina, with a well lubricated hand, resumed pumping my aching and throbbing erection. After a moment she switched on the vibrator, resumed pumping, and said, "Cum on my tits, Rick! Give me all your cum!"

Just as I started to squirt, she held the container so that all my fluid splashed into it instead of on her breasts. My knees buckled completely and I could not keep from closing my eyes and moaning incoherently while she pumped and pumped and I spurted repeatedly. She kept milking semen from me for several minutes, a drop here, a spurt there.

Finally she put the container down, replaced her top, pulled the vibrating egg from me, and said I could get dressed. I drove home in a totally spent state.