I walk into the adjoining bathroom housing a large shower, a bidet and a toilet, there were many mirrors on most of the walls, some floor to ceiling, and tile in between on all the other surfaces, inset ceiling lighting and hidden lighting along the top of the walls, gave it a bit of a cave like feel. Pretty elaborate I was thinking. I hurriedly mounted the toilet and began expelling my bowels. It took a few minuets, because as soon an I thought I was done and stood up to leave, I’d suddenly get the urge to expel agin and would empty more. Sheri called out from the other room through the open door, “How are you doing in there Art, do I deed to come and supervise? No playing around in there, I own that cock and balls today. As you know I don’t take kindly to misbehavior, and consequences result!” I replied, “yes I get it, I’m ok.” After a couple of emptying sessions, I left the bathroom, noticing through the glass shower wall, elaborate shower jets in the wall, and a few odd rings place at intervals high up on the walls. My cock was at half mast, still feeling the effects of the “pill”, probably viagra or its brother, taken earlier.

Entering the room Sheri is standing in her stockings, garters, and a push up bra barely containing her generous bosoms, and red high heels. God she looked hot, and I did feel an acknowledging bit of rise in my member. In one hand she was holding a very large red enema bulb with a generously sized curved nozzle with wavy ribs along its shaft, and in the other, a plastic cup. “You can turn around and march back in there Art, we need to make sure we got it all, and you have a clean ass.” Sheri stated commandingly. Having noticed a leather riding crop, and a small multi-tailed whip hanging on the wall in the bath, I was not going to offer any resistance to her command. The earlier bit of sexy spanking was OK, but I did not want to volunteer my backside for more intense experiences beyond that. I turned around and padded back into the bath, her following me, and predictably for “good measure” I’m sure, a couple of brisk swats were applied to my ass as she followed me in. She handed me the cup and said, “Here drink this.” And then she began running water in the sink. I spoke up asking, “Ahh what’s in it?” She just turned and glared at me, “Stuff you need.” And returned to filling the sink. I figured it was probably OK and gulped it down, thinking it’s probably some kind of drug, or more viagra. Sheri bent over opening a low drawer and poked around in the contents apparently looking for something. With no panties on, and bent over so low, I could clearly see the end of a metal butt plug and her shaved pussy. I just couldn’t help staring at the hot erotic sight of her. Unfortunately with all the mirrors, she caught me ogling, and piped up, “ Art are looking at my ass, or is it my pussy?

“Ahh , sorry … I mean you are right there, I mean…..,”

Cutting me off, she interrupted, “Sorry? You meen you don’t like my ass or pussy?

“No I think you are … ah..sexy.” I kind of stammer out.

Finding the bottle she was looking for, she stood up and unscrewing, and the top added some powder to the sink water. Pulling up a stool between the sink and toilet, she dat down on it, with her legs open about a foot at her knees, shaved bald, her labia was quite visible. Holding the now filled enema bulb in one hand, she gave it a small squeeze sending a little spray out the end, looking me right in the eyes while doing it. She glanced down at her crotch and then looked me in the eyes again. I was getting nervous, fidgety, and probably red in the face, a surprising reaction considering all that had already transpired, but I was not used to any of this. She smiled lasciviously and slyly asked, “looking at something you are interested in Art?

Again, a bit tongued tied, searching for an appropriate reply, I only managed the usual verbal placeholder of, “Aaaahhh…”

Cutting me off, and not waiting for me to formulate a more articulate reply, she commanded, “Over here now Art, get over my lap again, you know the Drill!, emphasizing the last word with a low giggle.

I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, and if had anything to do with the recent drink she gave me, but I complied draping myself a bit awkwardly over her lap, my cock dangling again between her stocking and gartered legs.

Spreading my cheeks and tracing my anus with a lubed finger, she lightly asked, “So which was it, my ass or pussy you, were ogling. Or are my big tits what you at longing to see? And poked her wet finger a little way into my asshole.

Reacting more to the finger than the question, I gave an, “Ahh.”, as I reacted to the erotic sensation of her probing finger.

The delay in answering caused her to quickly rain down a sequence of harder, and harder spanks to my buttocks, with her free hand, and she insisted, “Art I hate AHHH answers, I want the truth out of you, and I’ll get it.”

And with that stated, she plunged the ribbed enema nozzle into my asshole, and shoved it in rather deeply, giving the bulb hefty squeeze, causing a surging torrent of water jets to stimulate my prostate. My cock responded to this anal assault by rising to a full, somewhat aching boner.

“Art, I will enema and fuck the shit out of your little ass until you are straight with me, (and laughed)… And I can probably make that cock of yours straight no mater what you do, and hard till your balls ache!”, she threatened.

I stammer out, “Your ass,yes, it was your hot ass!”

Despite my answer, her reply was a naughty little giggle, as she continued her assault on my ass, teasingly moving the ribbed nozzle in and out, squeezing the bulb, and squeezing her stockinged thighs tightly around my turgid, pre cum leaking member.

Art, is that all, did you notice anything in particular? She interrogated.

I immediately replayed this time, “Your butt plug…. Auugh…OH…god…” the sensation of her latest nozzle thrust, and her squeezing out of the remainder of the enema bulb, nearly obliterating my ability to speak.

“Finally, you come out with it, that’s progress Art. Now I’m going to help you stand up, and I’ll hold the enema in your bottom so you don’t leak. Move over to the toilet, raise the seat, and straddle the bowl. When I pull out the nozzle, I want you to quickly squat down, and release.”

I awkward got up off her lap, and follow her directions to straddle the bowl, my ass still impaired on the nozzle of the enema bulb she continues holding.

“OK Art, here we go, 1..2..3.. and in one fluid motion she pulls the nozzle out of my bottom and I squat experiencing the relief of the rush water, as it gushes from my ass. I wait, squatting over the bowl, knowing there will be a couple more releases of liquid from my ass.

“I think you are done Art”, she comments handing me a small towel to dry myself. “So it was the plug… Humm… well I think if that intrigues you so much, you need some first hand experience, to better understand what it is to be plugged.”

She walks over to a cabinet, opens it and removes a box, and from it takes a black butt plug that has a ring attached to it. “Yes this should do nicely to start your training.”, she comments out loud.

(Wow “to start your training,” I am privately thinking how ominous that sounds, now feeling more apprehensive than aroused.)

“Over here Art, you are going to kneel on this chair and lean your torso over the back of it. Come get over here now!” She harshly commands, as she is lubing up the plug, with a sly smile.

I comply, any notion of resistance pretty well gone by this point, and kneel on the large wooden straight back chair, leaning over the back gingerly, a bit afraid of tipping it over.

“Put our elbows on the back of the chair and thrust your ass back.” She orders me, and I comply.

I’m surprised by a sudden lubed hand suddenly gripping my partially erect cock, and the other hand working the ring down around my shaft. The ring feels a bit tight as it approaches the bottom of my cock. Next, I feel the plug being pressed insistently against my asshole, which somewhat loosened by the two previous enemas she has administered. UGGGG, she is twisting the plug in and it is nearing the widest part, stretching my usually tight little asshole wider than it’s ever been. Uuuggg, oh my god…. It’s a bit painful, but then, the widest part passing my anal ring, slides all the way in. Nurse Sheri gives it a few extra taps to the outside plug end, and some small twists, to make sure it’s settled deeply and firmly in place in my ass.

“OK Art, off the chair. I want you to walk a couple of circles around me.” She commands.

I notice that the movement of walking with the plug in, is stimulating my prostate, and the connected ring pulls on my now quite turgid somewhat aching cock.

“Stand in front of me Art” she commands, and I stop walking, and face her, naked, rather humiliated, but nonetheless aroused.

Looking me in the eye, she takes her outstretched hand and grabs around the shaft of my cock, yanking it a bit in her direction. This action really pulls on the plug in my ass, and I make a “uugh” sound in reply to her action.

“Oh my Art, I think you are a bit of an ass slut.”, and giggles. “But enough with you and your naughty little kinks, now it’s time for you to service me. And Art, you better do it right, or you know there will be consequences.” And naughty nurse Sheri, still holding my cock, leads me out of the bath, to another door and opens it leading to a rather darkly lit room.

To be continued…….