When I walked into the exam room, I noticed that the exam table’s back was adjusted to a 45-degree angle and a pair of ankle stirrups was attached to it. Also, to the right of the table, there was an iv pole, which had a metal tray clamped to it. Amy instructed me to get onto the table and place my feet into the stirrups. As I got into position, I found myself looking through my bent legs with my hard penis standing straight up between them.

Amy approached the table carrying a small metal basin and placed it on the shelf which was attached to the iv pole. I quickly glanced over and saw that the basin contained a couple of ice cubes, a tube of lubricant, a foil-covered suppository and a plastic chastity device, which was identical to the one that was placed on John.

As Amy looked at me, she asked me when I last ejaculated. I awkwardly told her that it was yesterday when I showered to go to work. As she picked up the plastic cage and held it in front of me, Amy said, “I like my patients to have at least 24 hours transpire between their last orgasm and their semen sample. In your case, you have exceeded that time frame. However, I’m not going to obtain the sample until tomorrow so I’m going to place this cage on your penis in order to prevent you from masturbating.” She then asked me if I ever had worn a chastity device. After telling her no, Amy said that urination can be “messy” and that I should sit down if I needed to urinate. I was so mortified about the conversation we were having that I kept my eyes looking forward trying to avoid eye contact with her.

Suddenly, Amy was now standing between my legs and looking at my erection. “There is no way I’m going to get this cage on you while you are so hard”, she said. In an instant, she grabbed the tip of my penis with one hand and squeezed as hard as she could while her other hand reached around compressed my testicles. Because of my self-induced trance, I didn’t see her pick up the ice cubes from the basin and place them in her hand which was holding my testicles. The ice on my testicles and the pain from squeezing the tip of my penis quickly returned my penis to a flaccid state. Immediately, Amy placed the base of the cage around my penis and attached the cover. When I looked down, I saw, for the first time in my life, my penis encased in a chastity device. I finally understood her earlier requirement for me to shave my pubic region.

Amy ordered me to get off the table and to stand at its base. She instructed me to bend over place my arms on it so that I was fully resting me weight on them. Once in position, Amy told me that she was going to give me a suppository, which also contained a mild sedative, since I was going to have a “long night ahead of me”. As my mind was trying to wrap itself around her last few words, I instantaneously reverted back to reality when I felt the cold lubricant on my anus and the full feeling of her finger pushing the suppository into me. At first, the feeling of the cool lubricant on my rectal walls felt good since they were still irritated from the earlier Fleets Enema. But soon, that soothing felling was replaced by a burning sensation as the suppository began to melt. I know knew why John had that anguished look when he returned to the living room.

Amy announced that that “we” were done and that “we” should return to the living room. As I entered the room, Monica and Stephanie closely watched me as I walked over to my vinyl chair and sat down. From the looks on their faces, I could tell that my misery was giving both of them some sort of sexual satisfaction.

Amy strolled over to the sofa and said, “How about a night cap?” Monica and Stephanie whole heartedly agreed to the proposal while John and I just sat there in silence. Amy left and shortly returned with a bottle of wine and two small green soda bottles. After filling the wine glasses, she handed both John and I a bottle. When I initially looked at the label, it identified the bottle’s contents was magnesium citrate. I had no clue what that was and upon closer inspection of the label, I read that it was an oral laxative. Amy said, “Drink up and drink it all.” I opened the bottle and first took a sip. It tasted like salty lemon lime soda. I quickly gulped it down and handed the empty bottle back to Amy.

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Here I was sitting naked with my penis enclosed with a plastic cage in front Monica, Amy, and Stephanie. To further add to my shame, all three women just watched me drink a bottle of laxative knowing that I soon would be unable to control a basic and private bodily function.

As the ladies were getting to the bottom of their glasses, Amy said that she wanted to get John and I “situated” for the night and that she would be back to show Monica and Stephanie to their rooms. Amy directed John and I to follow her and she began to walk down a hallway which lead off of the living room. The first room we passed was probably the master suite since it was large and lavishly decorated. Unfortunately, the brief stroll past the door did not allow me to get a closer look. The second and third rooms we passed were laid out identical. Both rooms resembled a hotel room with a small bathroom located right next to the entryway and a bed, chair and television positioned in the rest of the room. The last two rooms reminded me of a college dorm. Each room had two single beds with a night stand and lamp separating them. There was no television and the walls were bare except for a clock hanging on one of the walls. Although the last two rooms each had their own separate entryway, they were connected by a shared bathroom.

Amy told us that we would be sharing the last room. Amy said, “I haven’t decided who I’m going to examine first so I want both of you to be ready at 9 o’clock. When you go into the bathroom, you will see that I have provided you with toiletries and water glasses in case you get thirsty. Other than an extreme emergency, such as a fire or a serious medical ailment, I don’t want you to leave this room. Do you have any questions?” We both said no and Amy closed the door.

As I started to get comfortable in my bed, I felt a sharp cramp in my lower gut. I knew that the large portion of meatloaf and potatoes, which I had for lunch, was no longer going to be my friend. I got out of bed and quickly dashed for the toilet. Although I shut the door to the bathroom, I knew John could hear the explosive diarrhea I was emitting. Normally, I would be embarrassed by the sound effects; but, I just didn’t care as long as the cramping stopped.

This was my first of many trips to the bathroom that night. When I got back into my bed, John said, “Don’t worry. The worst part is almost over.” I replied, “I hope so.” This was the first time that John and I spoke to each other and it “broke the ice”. John told me that he was an accountant and was currently in a sexless marriage. He told me that as long as he keeps his wife in the lifestyle that she got accustomed to, she allows him to satisfy his sexual needs by visiting a dominatrix.

John informed me that this was going to be his fourth semi-annual exam and that he still gets anxious days before his appointment with Amy. “You see, if I fail the rectal portion of the exam, Amy is going to send me to her clinic for a barium enema or a colonoscopy. If Mistress Stephanie finds fault with something, such as my weight or blood pressure, she will subject me to a series of punishment enemas the next time I see her. I’ve always enjoyed enemas since I was a kid. But, Amy’s barium enemas and Mistress Stephanie’s punishment enemas are not for the faint of heart”, John said.

I looked at him and asked, “Amy gave you a barium enema?” He shook his head yes and said, “About a year ago, Mistress Stephanie asked her subs to participate in an enema contest. She told us that the winner would receive a “special prize”. I volunteered along with another male sub and two of Mistress Stephanie’s female subs, since she caters to both sexes. We all arrived at Amy’s house at various times on a Friday evening. That night, we were assigned to separate guest rooms, based upon our sex, and were purged so that we could all start with a “clean slate”. The next day’s contest was twofold. The first part was to see who could hold the most amount of water and the second part was to see who could hold it the longest. Amy privately gave each of us two enemas, one for each part of the contest, in her clinic. The results were recorded and tabulated. At the end, we were all brought into the courtyard and the results were announced. I won the capacity portion and one of the females won the time-span portion. Mistress Stephanie handed me and the other winner a sealed envelope. When I opened it, my face must have dropped like a ton of bricks. The envelope contained a radiological order, which was signed by Amy, for a barium enema at her clinic for the next day. Since that was a Sunday, her clinic was closed for business. When got to the clinic, the female sub and I were taken separately into the x-ray suite. However, Mistress Stephanie was present for both of our sessions and took great delight while a massive amount of barium solution was being forced into us. To this day, I don’t know if any actual x-rays were taken. I think that the whole thing was just an elaborate scheme by Mistress Stephanie to humiliate us. What I do know is that although I won the “special prize”, I’m sure that the losers met a much worst fate on their next visit to Mistress Stephanie.”

As I lay there trying to wrap my mind around what John just told me, I was wondering if I could ever accept being subjected to the same type of degrading behavior. Although I was currently nude and wearing a chastity device, I was still very vanilla compared to John. Even after everything that I had experienced over the past 6 hours, I knew that I would still be very embarrassed if Monica saw me receiving an enema.

I looked at the clock and it was midnight and I needed to get some sleep. Like an animal, I was now standing before the trap. I was torn. On one hand, my natural instincts were telling me that danger lay ahead if I entered, and on the other, immediate self-gratification awaited me since I would be able to consume the bait. What should I do?