As I sat on my bed, I looked at the clock and realized that almost an hour and a half passed since Amy and John left the room. A short time later, I heard a knock on the door and Amy walked into my room. She said, “Time for your second enema. When we’re done with that, I’m going to do the rest of your exam.”

I got up and walked into the hallway. Unlike all of my past trips to the exam room, this time, I began to walk towards the exam room in the lead. As I entered the living room from the hallway, Stephanie also entered the living room coming from the kitchen. When I saw her, I noticed that she was still wearing the same white pullover top and black leather skirt that she had on yesterday. However, there was one pleasant exception. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see the outline of her breasts, which were very firm for a woman of her age. As we walked toward each other, we both smiled and continued to walk past each other.

When Amy, who was not directly behind me, and Stephanie’s paths met, Amy said, “We’re on our way to the exam room so that I can give Mike another enema.” Although I should have been embarrassed, I was delighted that Stephanie knew that in a few minutes I would be having an enema nozzle inserted into my anus. Both Amy and Stephanie stopped and began to engage in a conversation while I continued to walk towards the living room door. When I reached the door, I turned around and saw the two of them were still chatting. Because of the distance between myself and the two ladies, I was unable to hear their conversation in its entirety; but I was able to figure out that it was about an upcoming seminar, which both would be attending. When their discussion finally ended, Amy walked over to where I was standing and opened the living room door. Before walking out the door, Amy turned around and said to Stephanie, “I’ll check with him”.

When I entered the exam room, the exam table was in the prone position. After Amy instructed me to sit on the bottom portion of the table, she walked over to the cabinet area. I was able to watch Amy as she prepared my enema. When she was done, she held up the bulging bag and admired it like an artist does at his or her own artwork.

She walked over to me carrying the bloated enema bag and hung it on the iv pole. I noticed that the bag contained clear water. As I stared at the bag, I knew that in a few moments I would be the lucky recipient of the bag’s contents. Because I was so fixated on the bag, I didn’t notice that Amy was now standing directly in front of me until she said, “I know that there is some type of chemistry going on between you and Stephanie. In all the times she has been at my home, I never saw her so interested in one of my patients as she is with you.”

Amy reached up and squeezed the enema bag like she was checking to see if it was still full. It appeared to me that she was stalling for time. After several squeezes, she turned towards me and said, “Stephanie would like to be present during your enema and semen analysis. She thinks that you are a good looking young man and is impressed on how well you handled yourself so far. I told her that I would ask you and that the decision would be totally up to you.”

I didn’t know what to say. The only person who ever saw me get an enema was my mother during my childhood. The whole act of enema administration was so personal that I couldn’t even allow my girlfriend to give me an enema in the privacy of our apartment. Here I was trying to figure out how I could allow Stephanie to witness my enema but deny my girlfriend the same opportunity. My mind was in a complete turmoil. I was unable to find a rational solution to the matter. So, I did what any man would in my situation. I allowed my penis to make the decision for me. Because I wanted to again see Stephanie in her braless state, I said, “Okay, she can watch.”

Amy acknowledged my decision and left the room to go get Stephanie. During her absence, I turned my attention back to the hanging enema bag. Because my penis was encased, I began to experience the same tingly feeling as I did when waiting for an enema as a child. I took great delight in anticipating my impending enema as long as I could.

I heard the exam room door open and close. I turned to see both Amy and Stephanie walking towards the table. When I looked at Stephanie, she appeared to be sexually aroused because her nipples were so hard that they created two “tents” on her pullover. She walked over to me and simply smiled while Amy continued to walk over to the hanging bag. Since I was seated on the bottom portion of the table, I was able to look back and forth between Amy and Stephanie. I saw Amy reach into her pants pocket and pull out a tube of lubricant and squirt a large amount onto the nozzle. As Amy was spreading the lubricant, I looked at Stephanie, who was smiling at me. I quickly made eye contact with her and smiled before my eyes once again focused on her cloth covered globes.

Amy broke my spell and brought me back to reality when she said, “Since we have a guest, we’re going to do things a little different. I know that Stephanie would like to get a good look at you. So, unlike your first enema, I want you to get on your hands and knees while facing the head of the table.” Since I was alarmed by Amy’s request, it took me a few seconds until I stood up and mounted the table. My apprehension was obvious. Stephanie said, “It’s okay Sugar. There is nothing more that I would like to see then that cute little butthole of yours getting filled.”

When I finally got into position, I looked back between my legs and I saw my encased penis and testicles hanging down for everyone to see. I felt Amy rest the lubricated nozzle on my anus. A few moments later, she inserted it. Amy said, “Stephanie, tell me when you want me to start the flow.” While Amy was holding the nozzle into me, Stephanie began to “inspect” me like a judge does to an animal at a farm show. When she was done, Stephanie said, “I want to see what he look like from over here.” and began to walk around the room looking at me from different angles while Amy was still holding the nozzle in me. As this was going on, two questions popped into my mind. Why is Stephanie in control of deciding when my enema was going to start? And, why was she so fascinated with the optics of me being on “all fours” and hooked up to an enema bag?

I finally heard her say “go ahead” and Amy released the water into me. Because my bowels were so clean from my previous treatments, I didn’t experience any cramping as the water poured into me. After taking the entire bag, Stephanie said, “Mike, you’re such a good boy. Most men would have not have been able to take that amount of water without stopping and resting. I hope someday you will allow me to be the one who holds the nozzle.”

Before I could respond, Amy told me to go to the bathroom and expel the contents of my rectum. As I was walking towards the bathroom, Amy said, “Take your time and make sure that you’re empty. When you’re done, come out here so that we can get started on your semen analysis.” After spending about twenty minutes on the toilet, I finally went back into the exam room. When I first saw Stephanie, I couldn’t face her because I thought that I somehow disgraced myself. She walked over to me and put her hands on my face. She ordered me to look at her. Although no words were spoken, she gazed into my eyes like she was trying to look straight into my soul.

Amy began adjusting the exam table so that the head portion was in a 45 degree angle. Once she was done, Amy instructed me get on the table and to make myself comfortable. As I got into position, Amy stood in front of me and said, “There are two methods of obtaining a semen sample. The first is mechanical and the second is manual.” Before she could continue, Stephanie interjected and said, “Let’s cut to the chase. There is nothing sexier than a man taking matters into his own hands. I want to know that his orgasm is the result of me encouraging him rather than the effects of some type of artificial stimulation.”

Amy seemed baffled by Stephanie’s sudden outburst. Amy responded by saying that I had the right to know about all the methods available for semen extraction. Amy went on to say that the method selected was up to me since I was the patient. Before she could continue, Stephanie looked at me and said, “Mike, I want you to jerk-off for me. I would be honored knowing that your load was for me.”

Amy asked me if I still wanted to hear about the other methods. I told her no and that I wanted to masturbate in order to please Stephanie. Since I never masturbated in front of anyone, I didn’t know what to expect. Amy told me that she needed to remove my chastity cage before I got started and went to get the key to unlock the device. As she walked over to the cabinet area, I began to wonder if I would be able to “rise to the occasion”.

In addition to the key, Amy came back to the table carrying a rubber sheath. The sheath reminded me of a horse condom; if, horses wore condoms. After placing the sheath on the metal tray, which was still attached to the iv pole, she called Stephanie over and informed her that she was going to release my penis from its cage. As soon as she removed the cage, my penis inflated like an emergency chute on an airplane. Within milliseconds, my penis was standing straight up and felt like it wanted to burst free from the skin that surrounded it.

Since Amy wanted to measure the amount of my emission, she placed the sheath onto my penis and told me to slowly start masturbating. As I began to stroke my penis, Stephanie positioned herself at the base of the table. As I looked at her, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her unhindered breasts. As I laid there masturbating, Stephanie began talking to me. Originally, I thought she was going to talk “dirty” to me like I have seen in porn films. Instead, she began to tell me about her life as a professional dominatrix.

She told me that she quickly discovered that people in positions of power would pay good money to explore their sexual submissive side. She found that the methods used in “anal training” were some of the most subservient ones that could be used. In addition, when she engages in a professional session, she always remains dressed to add to the degrading atmosphere.

As I continued to masturbate, she let me know that she was willing to “personally” show me the “tricks of her trade”. She said, “Mike, I want to be the one who takes your anal cherry while I’m only wearing a strap-on dildo.” The thought of her tits bouncing up and down while pounding my ass pushed my “sequence to launch” button. I began to feel contractions in my penis and they rapidly increased until my penis erupted like a volcano. In all my life, I never had an orgasm as strong as the one I just had.

After Amy removed the sheath and measured its contents, she told Stephanie that it was time for her to set up the room for my sigmoidoscopy. Amy informed Stephanie that she was more than welcome to stay for my procedure. However, Stephanie declined and said, “I need to go back to the house and review John’s exam results with him. There are a couple of things that I need to address with him during his next visit to me.” As I was still recovering from my orgasm, Stephanie walked over to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead. After saying “thank you”, she wished me good luck and walked out the exam room door.

Although I was trapped, someone finally showed up to rescue me. The question now is that will I be released unharmed or does my rescuer have a more sinister plan for me.