As I approached the building I carried the letter in my hand, then nervously unfolded and read it once again, as if anxious that, after 20 previous readings, the words would have changed. I felt a little knot of apprehension in my stomach, my mouth was dry and my hands were trembling. The pressure of a full bowel magnified my feeling of anxiety. I wondered for a moment if, even then, I could turn back, but knew I was committed. After all it was what I wanted and craved.

"No. 130 Woodfield Avenue."

Yes this was the place. A large older style building, lots of dark stone, and set some distance back from the street. Insulated from the casual gaze of any passer-by ....

"... you should have shaved all of your body hair, including pubic and perianal hair. I advise this is done professionally, at the salon (see address) ...."

It was just three days earlier I endured having all my body hair shaved, very close. Some cream had been applied to leave me completely smooth and sensuous to touch and would suppress any regrowth for several days. I had not been able resist, in the private of my bed, stroking my bald pubis. There was something taboo, to my innocent mind, of having a shaven pussy. Requesting of the lady beautician that to be shaven so intimately, and exposing myself to the treatment was so debasing, but erotic. Even now the recollection of that procedure was causing dampness in my vagina.

".... eat normally, even copiously. You will not partake of any bowel movement in the 3 days before the appointed time of treatment. The tablets (enclosed) will inhibit the need to expel your waste. Take one tablet morning, midday and evening, and on the morning and midday of the day of the appointment...."

"... wear the new, white, full-cut, cotton knickers (enclosed) continuously during these 3 days, and nights. Do not remove them. Lower them only for urination, do not wipe away any drops..."

" ...do not engage in any sexual activity with another person. You may masturbate if you wish, still wearing your knickers."

My name is Karen Jenkins, aged 36, 5'7", a slim, brunette and a senior executive of a medium sized firm. I am unmarried and unattached. I keep fit by working out at a local gym, by biking, tennis and swimming and enjoy a fairly full social life, though without any close personal friends. Indeed I had always been a very private person and shy about my inner self and still embarrassed about sex, about going to the bathroom, having been brought up to believe these are dirty and sinful. However, I was subject to passionate feelings and engaged in sexual fantasies in the private of my bed. Often they contained an element of submission and humiliation. Recently I had been feeling lethargic, as if suffering from lack of motivation in her life, or perhaps deficiency in my diet. Also my toilet had become irregular and I sometimes soiled my knickers if I could not reach her bathroom in time. Those incidents, apart from making me feel ashamed, triggered a fascination. I imagined messing myself in the middle of a board meeting, and suffering the ridicule of my colleagues. And I imagined myself undergoing highly intimate examination of my body and body functions. At night I would drift off to sleep with such a fantasy.

A few weeks ago I heard about a new clinic that advertised revolutionary treatment for inner problems, including all manner of genital, urinary and intestinal ailments. On investigating further I learned that the treatment was highly intrusive and, for most people, deeply embarrassing, humiliating even. I should have normally have been deterred but something fascinated and drew me to make an appointment ....

Today I was dressed smartly in a gray business suit, cream silk blouse, dark stockings, and white underwear. Unlike the rest of my clean and smart attire, fresh today, I had worn my panties continuously for the last 3 days and nights. Despite not opening my bowels, I had been feeling a strong pressure and had broken wind many times, often wetly, and I realized my knickers were now in a highly soiled state. I was hoping I would not have to show them.

I entered through an open front door, following the arrows to the surgery. At the end of a passage on a door

Dr. Margareta Marussova: MD, FABT, IFACP. Please knock and enter.

I was nervous but excited.

"Come in!"

I entered a medium size office, cool and sparsely furnished. A rather severe looking lady of about 40 and wearing a white lab coat, apparently the doctor, sat at a large desk. As she stood up I observed her to be tall and slim, handsome rather than pretty. She appeared somewhat intimidating with her long blonde hair and scraped back and plaited. She smiled but no warmth extended to her eyes. She spoke with a distinctive Russian accent.

"Ms. Jenkins, my name is Dr Marussova, and I will supervise your treatment. A method I have pioneered, using the human body's own store of vitamins and trace minerals to boost the energy and resistance against ailments. But a most important part is the breaking down of taboos and repulsion about your body functions. You have been, I believe, embarrassed and uncomfortable about such routine functions and urination, defecation, masturbation, and this has made you inhibited and ill at ease in company. Is that right?"

Anxiously, I answered in agreement. Even when I need to use the bathroom I was afraid to ask if there are others. The doctor told me a little about the idea behind the treatment but nothing about the treatment itself, except to confirm that it would be very intimate.

"The treatment is rather novel, and some people will find it embarrassing and objectionable. From your questionnaire answers you indicate your willingness to receive the treatment. Have you complied with all the directives?"

I blushed with embarrassment, and affirmed that my body hair was shaven and I had refrained from evacuating my bowels in the last 3 days. I admitted that I masturbated quite often during the last few days, and copiously creamed my knickers. Just then a slim and attractive blond nurse entered.

"Nurse Allen, you will show Ms. Jenkins to the treatment room and perform the preliminary examination. Check vital signs, for any skin lesions and lumps, especially her breasts. Check that she is shaven and inspect thoroughly the state of her panties and report to me. Also examine her lower orifices for any abnormalities. And of course you will have to change into a uniform more suitable for Ms. Jenkins' treatment"

All this reference to my body and intimate body parts simply added to my sense of shame.

The nurse, Jenny Allen was in her mid 20's but scrubbed and devoid of makeup looked much younger. In her starched, pale blue cotton uniform and white bib apron she looked to epitomize the clinical goodness and purity. However, her outfit was cut closer and shorter than is normal in a most health clinics.

She led her me to the treatment room, dominated by white tiles. There was a cupboard for equipment, a large examination table, a trolley with instruments, a shower, sink, toilet (not hidden from view), a chair, and cupboard for clothes. The air was cool and the impression spartan.

"Please undress completely except for your panties and place your clothes in the cupboard, but keep your on knickers for inspection." The nurse left the room for a few minutes while I undressed slowly - my shoes, jacket and skirt, silk blouse, bra, stockings and suspender, keeping on my panties. I wanted to remove those as well as I was ashamed at having soiled them so badly and didn't want the young nurse to see them.

After a few minutes the nurse returned and I was surprised to see that she had changed into a uniform made completely of smooth, sky-blue rubber, with a white bib apron, also rubber snapped onto the front with press-studs. Her uniform was briefer than before and hugged her slim but curvaceous body, thus revealing her slim waist the flare of her hips, and her breasts. Her nipples protruded clearly, as though stimulated. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra

She placed a white cotton sheet on the table and instructed me to sit so she could take my vital readings - pulse temperature, blood pressure. She took my arm and kept it pressed firmly to her breast. I could feel her softness through the thin material. She stood very close and I was excited by her warmth and proximity. I wondered what happening to this mature, responsible lady as I could not stop myself moistening.

"Please lie on your back with your arms to the side."

She minutely examined my body, paying particular attention to my neck, lumbar region, backs of legs, then ordered me to turn over. She turned her close attention to my armpits, my breasts, my belly, and between my legs. She gently pressed and teased each nipple and slowly prodded around them to test for any lumps. She took some time over this, causing them to become engorged. I felt the wetness building up in my vagina and flowing into the already damp crotch of my panties.

"Good elasticity, and no lumps. No lesions. Excellent!"

Jenny's hands then traveled slowly down to my panties, all the time keeping contact and caressing my skin. She slowly pulled them down exposing my shaven mound and vulva. She removed them and saw the heavy smearing, and I blushed deeply in embarrassment.

She inspected my panties closely. This embarrassed me further. Of course, the tablets had suppressed the reflex to expel but not the feeling of fullness or the need to break wind. Some soft stool has dribbled into my knickers and left extensive and distinct marks, and there were stains from dribbles of urine and my vaginal secretions.

"Oh dear, Ms. Jenkins, you really have got your knickers into a very soiled state, absolutely filthy. I don't know what the doctor will say when she sees them, but she will no doubt ask how they came to be so dirty. But I am sure you couldn't help it. And quite a lot of vaginal secretion in the crotch. Part your legs now, for vaginal examination."

All the hair had been removed from my mound, around my outer labia and anus. I felt very exposed and vulnerable in this state, knowing that my smoothness of my mound and around my orifice was allowing all of intimate parts to be revealed. Particularly the evidence of my sexual arousal would be visible without the usual protective screen of hair. She slowly and sensuously rubbed the palm of her hand over the smoothness, as though checking the closeness of the shave. Accidentally, it seemed, her fingertips touched lightly my opening, where I was wet, and I quivered in arousal. I was ashamed of my response but wanted her to push a finger inside me.

"Ms Jenkins, I am now going to feel you inside with my, and you might feel some discomfort as I penetrate you. Possibly you will become sexually aroused and feel yourself responding verbally or by moving your groin while I do that. You must know that I will not be offended if that happens, in fact it is important that you do not suppress your natural response. So do not worry about anything that is going to happen or anything you might say or do."

The nurse took a pair of latex surgical gloves, pulled them on with a snap. Gently, very gently and slowly, she eased apart my labia to reveal the entrance to my love canal, which I knew would be glistening with desire. I felt juice forming and bubbling out, and realized it must be obvious to her. With her two little fingers nurse prized the lips further apart and nudged lightly at the hood to reveal my now swollen clitoris. She slowly worked the middle digit right deep inside my canal, and twisted it as though to probe the length. Then she worked a second, a third and finally her fourth, little finger which allowed her to reach all the way to its furthest depth to locate my uterus. She withdrew and showed me how her latex-clad fingers were covered in a wet film of cunt juice, then brought it to her nose and inhaled the scent. It seemed she enjoyed administering this examination.

Dispassionately she declared, "Good, it all seems perfectly healthy and moist .... very wet in there but you mustn’t be embarrassed, it is quite normal to become aroused by the exam and you should not hide it. I need you to be wet so I can test if you have any infection by the smell of your cunt juice. Yours is musky and sweet, no yeast, perfectly healthy."

She brought it to my face and told me to sniff my own scent. I was fascinated by this young nurse's examination, and excited by the feel of her gentle hands on my body and inside me, yet ashamed of the betrayal of my response. I sniffed the juice on her latex clad fingers and felt deprived when she pulled them away.

She leant over and wiped my juices on my skin as she caressed my inner thighs. As she did this she leant over and whispered into my ear, "You have a very sweet cunt, Ms. Jenkins. I am going to enjoy performing the treatment on you."

Then, in her professional tone, "Let me see your arse now. Turn over and adopt a position on your hand and knees .... good, now spread your legs please and move your knees forward to beside your chest .... now rest all your weight on your legs .... a bit wider so I can look right into your arse crack .... good! .... now use both hands to hold it open for me, yes a bit wider. Don't worry about it being shitty."

I could not imagine a pose more humiliating. Not only was a naked, shaved around all my nether regions, and lewdly exposing my anal orifice to this sexily clad young nurse, but was actually holding my buttock cheeks apart with my hands so to present my rear even more blatantly. I had to tense my anal ring as hard as I could to avoid what would otherwise be a long, loud and very wet explosion of wind.

"Now don't tense, Ms Jenkins. Just relax your sphincter ..... good."

She moved up very close behind me and I felt the fabric of her apron touch against my buttocks. Without warning she pressed her hand on my lower abdomen, causing me to relax. A loud long and wet fart erupted from my bowel ......... ppppppfffffffflllllllssssshhhhhtzzzzzztttttttttt!!! ...... accompanied with a rich aroma and I heard several wet brown blobs fly out and splat on the nurse's apron. I was acutely embarrassed and apologized for such a vulgar though involuntary act, but she just smiled at the incident and laughed over my profound embarrassment.

"Now you mustn’t worry about breaking wind, or about getting any shit on my uniform. I realize these examinations and treatments are messy so I wear my special uniform because it doesn't matter how dirty it gets. I don't mind at all when that happens so don't be bothered or embarrassed. Anyway nurse's uniforms get dirty all the time, it's part of the job when doing messy treatments."

Despite my shame I was fascinated that this young nurse could talk and behave so casually about something so repulsive as having her patient's stool plastered on her apron. Then she wiped at the dark, glutinous blobs and smeared them over the surface making it look even more soiled.

"Of course, and as I expected, your entire anal region is completely smeared but it is easy to clean you up"

She took some damp cloths and gently wiped all around my anal opening, spiraling round and in until my rear hole was wiped clean, then dried the area with a warm dry cloth. To my amazement I find it pleasurable, despite my shame.

"Good, that was the easy part, Ms Jenkins. Not so bad was it? Here comes doctor now."

My eyes were drawn toward the dominating figure who entered the treatment room. In place of her white lab coat, she now wore the uniform of a nursing sister ... but with a difference. The color scheme - blue tunic and white apron - was as normal but instead of regular cotton her outfit, like the nurse's, was made of rubber and hugged closely her slim, mannish figure. In this outfit and her heeled boots she looked taller and even more imposing. Her stance, her expression and thickly accented voice added to her dominating presence. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

"Good. You have made the acquaintance. I see your nurse has begun the inspection and I trust you have followed obediently my instruction. If so you will have experienced how the medication has the effect of suppressing the urge to evacuate, thus causing considerable pressure, and casing some amount of early liquid stool to escape. I see you have already decorated nurse's uniform. Anyway, no doubt you are more comfortable to have released some pressure from your bowels and I hope you are not too embarrassed at having soiled her uniform. I assure you it will be much more dirty before your treatment is finished. Good, I like to see the uniform my nursing staff display the signs of their work with dirty patients. You must not worry about offending her, Nurse Allen has considerable experience treating patients who are anally incontinent. I can tell you Nurse Allen does not mind if you get her uniform filthy."

"Now you can see a first sign of how dirty you are, Ms Jenkins. If you have any susceptibility to embarrassment, I promise you will experience far greater shame before the treatment is finished. Now nurse, present Ms Jenkins' knickers to me."

She inspected closely, prodded at the brown wad on the gusset with her finger, sniffed and licked her finger.

"Yes, perfect, these must have been quite uncomfortable to wear today and I am pleased that you did not remove them. Quite an amount of excrement. Urine stains and quite copious traces of vaginal secretion. So, it excites you to wear soiled knickers - you are a dirty lady, and an ideal subject for my treatment.

To my shame I had to answer in detail how my knickers became soiled, and I blushed deeply as I gave my account of the number of times I urinated. She even made me demonstrate breaking of wind and masturbating in my already soiled knickers.

"look at her, what a filthy animal she is, a real slut. Now report her bodily status, nurse."

The nurse described the results of my examination, "Everything normal. No cuts or open sores. Her armpits and crotch thoroughly shaven. She is sexually highly charged and displayed a strong clitoral and vaginal response to my examination, with significant fluid secretion, but is shy about displaying her sexual instincts and bodily functions."

Dr Marussova ordered Jenny to continue the prep, with taking of my temperature.

She unscrewed a tube of KY jelly smeared a liberal amount on her gloved finger and applied it to my anal crease and hole, even pushing through my sphincter. I wondered what further indignities would be imposed on my, even more embarrassing in the presence of the imperious female doctor. The nurse then took from a draw a large thermometer, longer and fatter than an oral thermometer and brought it to my rear opening, first though traversing the length of crease before slowly twisting it at my ring as she inserted it deeper and deeper into my rectum. My feeling was that I was about to open my bowel and instinctively I tried to expel it. The nurse held it inside me, still twisting and stirring it around. I could not think why it was necessary to keep moving it except that I suspected she wished to heighten my sensation. At the same time she was stroking my lower belly with her other hand, occasionally teasing at my mound and outer labia.

The examination and anxiety was causing my bladder to fill and I suppose the doctor recognized that I was becoming agitated.

"By now you perhaps need to urinate. Don't be shy about saying, it will be much better if you do it now as you will not be able to piss during the treatment."

Red-faced I admitted and asked to go to the bathroom to pee.

But instead the doctor gave nurse a plastic bowl. To my horror she held it between my legs and told me to let go into it right there. Although my bladder was full and becoming uncomfortable I could not bring myself to urinate in front of them.

"Nonsense! You silly, pathetic creature. In the camps in Russia it was normal for us to do our toilet in full view of anyone, and men and women used the same room together with just a line of buckets along the wall. Show her, nurse."

Jenny looked back at the doctor and blushed deeply, and then at me. She pulled up her hem, revealing that she too was completely shaven and, turning and bending over she revealed that was naked under her uniform. She spread her legs and positioned the bowl, and released a torrent of yellow liquid from her pee-hole and almost filled the receptacle. Prompted again by Dr. Marussova, she showed me the contents.

"You see there is no need to make such a fuss about the simple act of pissing. See how much the nurse has produced. I have trained her to expand her bladder its capacity and to hold her water all day."

Nurse emptied and rinsed the bowl into the toilet and held it in position for me. I was still too inhibited but the doctor stepped forward and pressed a hand roughly onto my lower belly, gripping my bladder and I urinated involuntarily. I was ashamed to have the two ladies see the stream jetting out from my pee-hole, completely uncontrolled so that some of it spilled onto the table, and some squirted on the doctor's uniform and dripped onto the floor.

"Goodness, no control," she scolded, "but I expected as much. I see I was wise to wear this uniform. I had better fit the device now."

The doctor removed her gloves and took from a wrapper a device which looked like a small triangular sheet of black foil with a odd looking plug in the middle and elastic strands at each corner. She told me to lie on my back now, "keep your legs spread wide as though inviting a man to fuck you."

I was again cruelly exposed, my sex open lewd and inviting. She spread my cunt lips and paused as if to enjoy the view of my open vulva, wet and darkly pigmented, and my engorged clit. Suddenly, and without preparing you for the intrusion, she pushed the device firmly into place, then maneuvered it so part of it was tight against my opening. She presses the sheet onto the surrounding area where it adhered, due to some sticky compound, and secured it behind me with the elastic ends which fastened together. It looked like a mini string panty, with the covering shrunk down to the area of by pubic triangle and vulva, although the strings crossed diagonally over my buttock cheeks instead of running up the crack between them.

"This is a vaginal shield to prevent anything bad entering you. It forms a waterproof seal and you will feel the plug fill you like a short fat cock. Enjoy it, slut."

I was naked except for an obscene covering of my sex. The device seemed to accentuate rather than hide my nakedness and I felt as an object to be sacrificed as part of some perverted rite. And though I hated to admit the fact, I did enjoy it.

"Now hold your bum cheeks apart and relax. I want nurse to see right up your arse, right into your shit hole."

I noticed how she was now referring to my intimate parts in the most common terms. Yet the shame caused my excitement to mount and I dutifully pulled my buttocks apart to expose my rear hole.

Satisfied, the doctor ordered her nurse to insert the suppository. I looked round and was horrified at the size of the object that Jenny was going to insert into my bowel - it was more than one inch thick and twice as long. She puts on another pair of latex gloves and, holing the large torpedo-shaped suppository in the fingers of one hand, lubricated me with her other, working the jelly past my ring.

"Just relax, Ms. Jenkins, while I put this suppository inside you. Your treatment required you to retain your stool for the last few days and it has formed a large and firm mass. We need to loosen and soften it and the suppository contains a special agent to make it mushy so you can expel it easily. Now bear down as though you are going to empty your bowel. Good, I can put it in now."

I expected the object to hurt as it stretched my anal ring but as soon as the lubricated end met the entrance it pushed through easily as my sphincter opened and swallowed it, leaving a pleasurable sensation. I found myself enjoying the sensitive hands of the young nurse. I wondered if there would be further invasions of my intimacy.

I watched as she pulled on another pair of latex gloves and smeared them liberally with special lubricating jelly. I felt a finger, no more than one, two fingers enter push past my sphincter and enter me. Then third and a fourth. Her hand was small but surely she could not get all of it inside, could she?

"She has a huge mass of faecal matter filling her rectum, and it is very firm. The suppository is blocked and will not be able to work. Shall I use the jelly to lube her some more?"

"Yes, and I expect it is too firm to pass naturally. Use the wide nozzle plastic syringe and fill the stock with one measure of lube."

The nurse fetched and filled the syringe and applied it to my open hole. I felt her steadily force the full measure into me.

" Now nurse, get your little hand up her arse her mash up all that shit. Then pull it. Now Ms Jenkins, keep your arse spread wide so she can get her hand right in. Nurse, you know how to do it, you have to use some force to get through her ring. It might hurt her, but not too much with all the jelly in her."

I sensed the nurse making some effort as she widened her hand, stretching me more than I imagined was possible. She seemed to be rotating her wrist in a kind of reverse corkscrew motion, and it hurt as she twisted her hand to force the entry of her thumb through my stretched ring. But once in the pain receded and I felt her work her fingers to manipulate the mass. I was even amazed how pleasurable it was to have the girl’s hand right inside me, while I lay passive and helpless.

"Now Karen, I'm working at a very large piece of stool. Lie still so I can mash it and let it mix with the suppository. Good I feel it working. Now I am going to withdraw, and you will feel as my hand pulls out but it won't hurt too much, so just relax. Some of your stool will come out as though you are shitting into my hand but do not be embarrassed."

Gently she reversed the movement but when suddenly her hand emerged, I felt a lump come with it, and it splatted against her bib. She caught it before it fell to the floor and dropped it into a plastic bowl. She then pushed something into my anus, and told me it was a butt plug to keep the contents of my rectum inside for a few minutes.

After a few moments I felt an intense pressure inside and the doctor massaged my lower belly to ease the discomfort. Despite her coarse manner and language, her touch was delicate and sensitive. Even in my state of intense humiliation and discomfort I was responding to her skilful fingers. She said that the suppository was melting and as it mixed with my stool it would cause the whole mass to become runny and foamy. Just as I thought the pressure would be unbearable the nurse pulled out the plug and I erupted immediately and loudly

"......SSZZPPPPPPPZZZZFFFTT! ......SSSZZZPPPPPPPPPLLZZZZZZFFFFFFTTT!! .... ......SSSZZZZZZPPPPPPPPPPPLLZZZZZZZZFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT!!! ...."

Almost all the mass was propelled in one go, straight at the nurse, striking her uniform. She did her best to hold her apron in a way to gather it but such was the force that almost all of her uniform was splattered. It was on her arms and legs as well but she funneled most of my waste into the bowl.

"Please don't be embarrassed about the messing my uniform. As the doctor said, it is my job to do these messy tasks and I don't mind at all."

Despite my humiliation I was excited at seeing the mess I'd now made on her uniform.

"Now for the moment you have been craving."

I could not imagine what next I would have to undergo but I was sure it would be something gross. Jenny took my arm and helped me off the treatment table and led me to the shower cubicle. The doctor then added a little of my urine and stirred and mixed it together into a brown and foul smelling pasty goop, then ordered me to stand in the middle with my legs apart and arms hanging slightly away from my body. She brought the bowl containing that foul mixture and dipped a gloved hand into it to scoop some out and approached me. I realized then what the treatment was about - I would be smeared with my own excrement. Starting with my arms she daubed it onto my skin and massaged it in, allover except for my head. My arms, back, neck, legs and buttocks and then came round and worked it onto my breasts, nipples, and into my armpits, making sure the waste was rubbed as deep as possible and soon every inch was covered in a brown layer. Nurse Jenny took part in my daubing and kept one hand pressed against the shield, forcing the plug against my clitoris. I felt a mixture of sensations, disgust, humiliation, nausea, fascination, and excitement. Yes, I was even aroused by this treatment.

Again the doctor's skilled and sensitive fingers were able to find and stimulate my nerve endings in a highly erotic way. I was so highly aroused that my nipples were standing out hard, and I realized I was bucking my pelvis to increase to her ministration. ...... aaaarrgghhhhhhhhh!! ...... oooooohhhhhhhhaaaarrrrghhhhhhh!! ......I climaxed and climaxed again as the filth was massaged into me. Dr Marussova worked my nipples to be even harder them with her practised fingers, while the nurse worked some of the paste into my belly-button, forcing the revolting slime right deep into my umbilical scar. To add to my humiliation I expelled the remnants of my stool which landed with a loud splat on the floor. By the time my body was completely covered, the outfits of both the doctor and nurse were extensively bespattered and smeared.

"Good," she declared, "a rich and copious layer. Nurse, fetch the wrap."

Jenny went to a cupboard and took wide role of permeable cellophane. She held my arms while the doctor wound the wrap round me upper arms, then my chest, waist and legs. Nurse then helped me raise my hips and the doctor continued the wrapping all the way down to my knees. She then helped me to a warm dark room and placed me on a soft padded bench. I was instructed to remain there, bathed in my foul excrement and with the cellophane wrap covering me.

They left me in that state for some hours. Deprived of normal sensory input my mind drifted and I lost track of time. When the nurse arrived and switched on a light I saw her uniform was clean once again.

"Are you feeling better now, Ms. Jenkins?" In fact I felt much better, now it seemed the ordeal was over, but something else caused me to feel good. She helped me off the bench and unwound the wrap and led me to the shower. As it came away it was completely brown where it had been in contact with my skin and there were copious smears of excrement all over my body as well.

"Let us get you cleaned up and fresh now. Would you like to use the shower on your own or would you like me to help you? It will be more difficult for you on your own to see."

She looked very lovely in her skintight rubber uniform and I said I would like her to help me. She turned on the two jets and tested the temperature before leading me. "Don't do anything," she whispered.

She skillfully maneuvered my body and controlled the aim of the strong needle jets and the brown layer quickly washed off me. It felt very erotic on my breasts and pubis, where the plastic shield was still in place. Satisfied that I was free from any obviously traces she gently undid the ties and pulled the covering away, and then rinsed it. "Maybe you will keep this as a souvenir."

She inspected and sniffed and declared that although I was clean the scent of shit would cling to me from its absorption of through my pores. To my surprise she then undid her uniform and stepped out of it, all in one fluid movement. Completely naked and, like me, shaven all over her body, she was lovely, proud and unashamed. She proceeded to cleanse me completely with a sweetly scented jelly containing a herbal scrub which she gently but thoroughly worked into my skin, bit by bit and all over. I was no longer ashamed of my nakedness, nor of the desires the pretty nurse was awakening. As she knelt in front of me to work between my legs I put my hands to my pussy and opened the lips for her to see, and touch. As she cleansed my breasts I felt between her legs and put my fingers to the entrance of her hole.

To my surprise I heard myself whisper in her ear, "I want to finger fuck your cunt, Jenny".

We brought each other to orgasm many time. Finally we collapsed into each other’s arms when Jenny peed on my hand I too let go my stream and bathed her breasts.

As I left I asked the doctor if she would arrange further treatment.

"Of course, one session of treatment is completely inadequate. Not everybody is willing to continue but I recommend treatment at least once every month. The follow up is more rigorous, and requires an overnight stay. I shall arrange it, yes?"

"Yes"