October was a glorious month. Our social life was quite busy with

parties and dinners to go to. Saturday's club dinner was especially

elegant where it was "formal" and Dan looked so handsome in his tux. I

know that he liked my gown and especially liked the sheer bra, garters,

and stockings that I wore underneath (I could tell by the bulge in his

pants as we were dressing). Anticipating a well earned evening of sex,

we promised each other to leave the dinner early. Unfortunately, this

was not to be. Too many friends, too many conversations, and too many

drinks delayed our get away. Instead of lustily stripping each other's

clothes off, we undressed and promptly fell asleep on the bed.

I awoke Sunday morning, horny as hell. As usual, Dan was up before me -

probably downstairs in his home office getting caught up with paperwork.

This morning I was going to surprise him. We have plenty of time this

morning to take it nice and slow. Going to my dresser, I pulled out the

black silk teddy that he liked so well. I then went to the bathroom to

freshen up. While taking the time to wash up, brush my teeth and hair,

and apply a light layer of makeup, I decided to make myself extra

appealing and give myself a douche. Not wanting to take too much time, I

decided to forgo the folding bag and use the expandable hand bag. While

not easily found these days, these syringes have the benefits of holding

up to two quarts while not requiring a lot of time to set up and use. I

poured the Zonite into the bag and filled it half way full. Sitting down

on the toilet, I eased the nozzle into my labia. Shutting my eyes, I

could vision that instead of the nozzle, it was Dan's cock. Sighing, I

pushed the nozzle into the bag letting the solution flow and drain from

my sex. After drying myself, I slid into the teddy, positioned my

breasts within its cups for maximum effect, and crept downstairs to

Dan's office. I so wanted to make this sexual encounter work for Dan and

I. We both deserved it.

Quietly, I tiptoed downstairs to his office. Turning the corner, I

bolted to a stop by the sight I encountered. There was Dan sitting in

his leather office chair in front of his laptop with his sweat pants

down to his ankles. Eyes shut, he was masturbating like crazy. Perhaps

like most women, I could never understand the origins of all the slang

associated with male masturbation. "Beating the meat", "Jerking or

jacking off", "Pulling the pud". In an instant, I now appreciated these

descriptions. Dan would forcefully stoke his penis five or six times

like his life depended on it. His grip was so strong and the strokes so

fast that his testicles were literally slapping the seat of his chair.

He would then stop and squeeze his shaft, milking precome out of the

head which he would then coat his hand for another round of stroking. I

stood mesmerized by the scene, not daring to even breathe. I was also

pissed that he would do this instead of being with me. I don't know if I

made a sound or if Dan had a sixth sense, but suddenly his eyes snapped

open and seeing me he could only utter, "Oh no." "Sue, I…"

Cutting him off in anger, I replied, "Shut up and sit right there!"

Storming around the corner into the den I grabbed my pocket book and

went to the bathroom. Pulling out some tissues and picking up the water

glass, I marched back into the office. I grabbed the other chair and

swiveled back so I was now sitting in front of him. Figuring that if he

was going to partake in his vice, I would do likewise, I pulled a

cigarette from my pocketbook, lit it and took a deep drag to steady my

nerves. I knew how much Dan didn't like for me to smoke in the house,

but I thought "fuck him". His cock was now semi hard. Dan was obviously

embarrassed and scared. Eyeing him coolly, I started the conversation.

"Well Danny boy, you might as well finish what you started" and tossed

the tissue to him.

"What do you mean?"

"Start stroking", I replied.

"But…"

Again, I cut him off. "Shut up." While taking another drag from the

cigarette, I reached down with my free hand and unsnapped the crotch of

my teddy. Pulling the fabric away from my sex, I continued, "This could

have been yours. But you chose otherwise. Get pumping you bastard."

Dan was too frightened to argue. He obediently started stroking in

earnest. To give him more incentive, I started playing with my labia.

Faster and faster he pumped, all the while I would puff on my cigarette

and insert a finger into my rapidly leaking vagina. I have to admit,

this was a terrific turn on for me. Breathing hard, he was rapidly

approaching his climax. Within minutes, Dan's body tensed up and he held

his breath.

"Take your hand away, now!" I commanded. He did as he was told and

immediately, his cock started to spew come. Each contraction would cause

his penis to jump two or three inches as the spurts arched all over the

tile floor. After five or six contractions he slumped back in is chair,

spent, gasping for air.

Stubbing out the remainder of my smoke, I barked, "You're not done yet.

Wipe this up and get over here on your knees." Danny quickly followed my

orders and as he knelt in front of me, I grabbed his head and pulled him

to my sex. "Eat and eat me like your life depends on it." He immediately

started lapping at my hardened clit. Soon, it was I who was panting. My

climb to orgasm was rapid and intense. "Finger me", I ordered. The

combination of his tongue and swirling finger took me over the edge. My

muscles tensed and my vagina both ballooned and compressed as all my

reproductive organs started to spasm. A scream escaped my lips as I felt

the hot liquid of a G-Spot orgasm, squirt out of my lips. Danny stopped

and moved away as I sat back, crumpled in the chair. Minutes went by

without a word.

Dan broke the silence, "Sue, I am so sorry."

"How often have you been doing this?" I asked.

"About a couple of times a week", Dan replied. "But…….

"Shut up", I replied. "I don't want to talk about this now." "Maybe

later or tomorrow."

He knew better than to pursue a conversation now. I got up and went

upstairs, leaving him to think about what happened. Quite honestly, my

mind was reeling as well. I pulled off my teddy and stepped into the

shower. As the water cascaded over me I was lost in thought. What are

the next steps here? He obviously has been doing this for awhile. I

remembered some medical literature that I had read: Chronic

Masturbation. I didn't read that chapter, because our problem was

premature ejaculation. Or so I thought.

As I was getting dressed, Dan appeared and started to apologize. Again,

I told him that I didn't want to talk about it. He reminded me that he

had a golf match today and asked if it was all right for him to go. For

Dan to ask permission to golf certainly indicated the severity of the

situation that he knew he was in. Needless to say, I told him to get

lost for the whole day as I wanted to be alone. He quickly showered,

dressed and left.

Following our usual ritual, I retrieved the Sunday newspaper and

attempted to read it. My thoughts kept drifting to the events of this

morning. I couldn't lose the image of his masturbatory urgency, the

explosiveness of his climax, his semen shooting all over the floor.

Getting up, I went over to our less than organized library. Where was

that book? What was the title? Rummaging around, I moved books here and

there. Ah ha! I found it. Male Sexuality a Clinical Analysis. Thinking

that this was going to be a long read, I curled up in a comfortable

chair and began my fascinating journey.

A couple of hours later, I had a fresh perspective on the situation.

Masturbation is common in all men, starting at puberty. While once

considered a health and religious issue, masturbation is no longer

treated as a behavioral problem. However, if it becomes a prevalent

practice, particularly when other avenues of sexual gratification are

available (such as marriage), it can be considered chronic. Frequently,

pornography is used to facilitate masturbation, as the male is more

attuned to visual stimulation. Of interest was the information relating

to ejaculatory response. Frequently, chronic masturbators develop

premature ejaculation tendencies as they work to achieve orgasm before

being detected and/or interrupted. The quick response is a reflex

learned or conditioned through frequent masturbation. In teenagers and

younger men, this condition is usually temporary, where longer

pre-ejaculatory periods are achieved through experiences gained in

contemporary relationships with a partner. For some chronic masturbators

with deeply conditioned behaviors, therapies could include hormonal

regulation, depressants, psychological regiments, and aversion therapies.

Well, there is no way that I could get Dan to see a doctor given this

information. No way would he state the reason for the appointment was,

"I want to be evaluated for chronic masturbation." Somehow, this

situation was going to be worked here, at home. I needed more

information. Wanting to get online I again went into Dan's office to use

our computer. Seeing that Dan's notebook was still on, I figured I'd use

that to conduct my search. Here, I had my second shock of the day.

Pulling up the web, I found that Dan hadn't closed what he was reading.

The site was called "Speculumpages", and the story that he was reading

was "Helen Shows Me How". How prolific. The story was about a premature

ejaculator whose girlfriend gets so frustrated with him that she does

him anally with a strap on dildo. As I read the piece, I could feel my

face become flushed - partially in anger, partially in arousal. Although

pretty extreme, I had to admit that it was a pretty good read. I looked

through the history of what Danny was reading taking note at the titles,

"My Wife Takes Control", "Prostate Exam", etc. In looking at the various

pages of this site, it was clear to me that its main theme was medical

fetishes. I couldn't believe the number of stories involving enemas.

While Dan and I have watched an occasional x rated movie, I didn't think

of him as the kinky type. The more I read, the more heated up I became.

Needing a release, I went back upstairs to the bedroom. I frantically

found my vibrator, dropped my shorts and panties and feverishly went to

work. My trusty vibrator. I had made a good purchase those months ago.

This was one of those "rabbit" or "twig" vibrators with the moving shaft

and the clit bud. In one motion, I sunk the tool home. Being so wet, the

vibrator slid easily up my vagina. I clicked on the power pack and the

shaft began stoking my vaginal walls while the bud hummed merrily on my

clit. Within minutes I was stroking the toy in and out, simulating a

good fucking. I couldn't control my motions. My body was jerking and

heaving uncontrollably. Suddenly, I crested. One long hard rolling

orgasm hit. My vagina contracted with such strength that I had all I

could do to hold the vibrator in. Finally, I let go and the toy popped

out, still buzzing away. Gasping for air, I slowly rolled over, shut it

off, laid back to think, and fell asleep.

The Treatment[/b]

When I awoke, I quickly dressed, grabbed the unopened mail, and went to

sit on the patio. While sorting through the bills and the catalogues, I

couldn't get the day's events out of my mind. There were a number of

themes at play here: frequent masturbation, probably contributing to

premature ejaculation, medical fetishes, and dare I say some level of

submissiveness. One thing for certain, going forward, I was going to

figure out a way to stop Dan from playing with himself. I began to

glance through and stack the catalogues. Being an RN and being in "The

Trade" as it were, I receive many health related catalogues. They range

from vitamin companies to home nursing care. A number of them were

delivered this week.

I glanced through them to see if there was anything of interest. Home

nursing seems to be a growing business. There were two catalogues

listing everything from wheelchairs to incontinence supplies. Damn, I

thought, it's tough getting old. Suddenly, I stopped the page turning.

Sitting right in front of me was an item that might, just might, be

useful in my addressing the situation with Dan. The apparatus was called

a sheath urinal. Designed for men to cope with their incontinence, it

was an athletic supporter that had a latex sheath snapped into it. The

penis was placed into the sheath which then could be attached by

surgical tubing to a variety of leg and floor collection bags.

The literature stated that it was ideal for "active men". Boy, could I

describe Danny as being "active". The literature also stated that this

design was ideal where it was undetectable under clothing and the urinal

didn't need to be removed for bowel movements. If anything, this would

keep Danny from playing with his cock. Noting that the phone number to

order was 24 by 7, I immediately went into the house and placed a call.

The woman who took my order was very helpful. She asked some questions

about "the patient's" incontinence: what it stress related, was it the

result of surgery, was the patient ambulatory, etc.

Finally, she suggested buying three units (so one could be worn while

the others are washed). She also suggested getting two 16 ounce latex

leg bags with straps and one 32 ounce bag for sleeping and they would

throw in a six foot length of surgical tubing. She noted that the sheath

itself was seven inches long and could hold 5 ounces of fluid when it

was used just with its end cap on. I gave her Danny's waist size, my

credit card number and placed the order. In closing, the woman stated

that the order would be shipped immediately and should arrive in two

days and best wishes in working with my "patient". "Lady", I thought,

"You don't know how right you are."

Dan arrived home in another hour or two not in the best of moods. He was

still very upset from the morning's events, so upset that he blew the

golf match. He again tried to apologize, asking forgiveness. I continued

to put him off stating that we will talk about it later in the week.

On Monday and Tuesday we both kept an awkward silence. Dan left for work

early both days to avoid seeing me. Monday night he called to say he was

working late and for me to have dinner without him. I know that he was

waiting for me to make the next move. Tuesday, I arrived home and was

pleasantly surprised by a big Fed Ex package waiting by the door.

Scooping it up, I went in the house and, as always, checked the phone

messages. Predictably, there was a voicemail from Dan saying that he was

working late and to eat without me. Good, I thought, this will give me

time to get ready.

My heart was pounding as I went out to the patio. I lit a cigarette and

proceeded to examine the contents of the package. The three athletic

supporters were pretty much like common jock straps except for the sewn

hole and snaps for the penis sheath. The sheaths and leg bags were of a

natural latex, much like the old folding douche bag that I used to use.

The night bag was of clear plastic. I snapped one of the sheaths into

the jock and unscrewed the end cap. Next, I screwed on the drain hose

fitting. I realized that I would not be able to complete the connection

to the leg bag without a fitting on Dan. Finally, I examined the sheath,

noting the conical inner flange that is stretched over the penis to

insure a leak proof seal. The instructions stated that this flange could

be trimmed back to accommodate different sized penises. I decided the

tighter and more uncomfortable the better and left the flange alone.

Carrying the gear back into the house, I called Dan's cell phone.

"Yes?" he answered.

"I want you home now", I responded.

"Sue", he replied, somewhat surprised. "I'm glad you called."

"Get home now", I repeated. "We talk tonight."

"Uh, sure. I'm on my way." He stammered as I hung up.

I went upstairs to the bedroom and laid out one urinal, the surgical

tubing, and a leg bag. Next, I placed the night bag next to Dan's side

of the bed. Moving to the bathroom, I pulled my shaving cream and razor

out from the bathtub. The sheaths gave me an idea. I rummaged under the

bathroom vanity, moving accumulated boxes of shampoo, tampons, and

cleaning supplies. Just as I was thinking that I must have thrown it

out, I found the object of my search. There in its old carrying case was

my old folding douche bag. Unzipping the case, I was delighted to find

that the bag was still was usable and that the hose, nozzle, hook, and

clamp were still there. I left it out on the sink. Finally, to complete

my preparations, I went to my closet and found one of my old nursing

uniforms. As I was pulling off my top and slacks, I heard the garage

door opening. Quickly, I kicked my clothes into the closet and wearing

just a bra and panties, pulled the uniform on, leaving the front zipper

down to show off some of my cleavage.

The downstairs door opened and I heard Dan's familiar steps. I walked

down to greet him. A puzzled look crossed his face as he saw me in my

clinical garb.

"What the….?"

"Sit down", I interrupted. "Danny, we are going to correct this behavior

of yours, once and for all. From this point forward, you are in my care

and will not argue or contradict me or not follow your treatment. Is

this understood?"

Dan, realizing that he was in deep shit could only mumble, "Yes, I will

do what you say."

Walking over to him, I took his hand and said, "Then let us begin. Go up

to the bedroom and remove all of your clothes."

I followed Dan up the stairs, wondering how the next 30 minutes were

going to turn out. Without question, the growing dampness at my crotch

betrayed the fact that I was getting turned on by all of this. Upon

entering the bedroom, Danny saw the gear on the bed.

"What the hell is this?" he stammered.

Walking around, I stood defiantly in front of him. "This is your

training regimen. You can think of this as a male chastity belt. Your

days of secretly jerking off are at an end. Now take off your clothes

and join me in the bathroom."

Dan quickly did as he was told, pulling off his clothes, as I started

running water in the sink for his "prep". Upon entering the bathroom, it

was apparent to me, from his growing erection, that he was getting

aroused by the events so far. We'll see how long that lasts, I thought.

Ordering him to spread his legs, I took a warm wash cloth and ran it

around his balls and now rigid cock. He remained silent as I smeared

shaving cream around his dick and sack and methodically began to shave

him. Once satisfied that his skin was nice and smooth, I wiped the

remaining cream off. This first step was really getting to him, as more

and more pre-come started leaking from the head of his penis.

"You will be shaved weekly, if not more frequently depending on how fast

the hair grows back", I announced. "Now follow me."

Going back to the bedroom, I took the jock and opened the leg straps for

Danny to step into. Obediently, he raised one foot and then the other

into the openings while I pulled the waist band up, but not quite, to

his hips. Now, for the main event. Stretching the flange with two

fingers, I pulled the sheath up and over his penis. The pre-come helped

lubricate the latex and allowed me to pull his hard on all the way into

the sheath. Stepping back to see the fit, I was pleased to see that

there was only about a half an inch of clearance between the head of his

penis and the end of the sheath. He won't be able to stroke this bad boy

now! There Danny stood, in this tight fitting jock with his erection

pulsing up and down in the amber latex.

"How does it feel?" I inquired.

"Uncomfortable and tight", Dan replied.

"Good!" I responded, as I looked at his cute butt framed by the leg

straps. "You're going to have to get used to it, because you will be

wearing these nonstop for quite awhile."

"But how am I going to take a piss or take a shower?" Dan pleaded.

Stepping up so I was right in his face, I reached down and grabbed the

sheath and squeezed. I could feel the heat of his penis through the

latex.

"I told you no arguments. You will do as I say. Now shut up while I

finish setting this up." I hissed.

He gasped as I let go and turned to pick up the leg bag and tubing.

Strapping the bag to the inside of Dan's left calf; I attached a length

of tubing and carefully snipped enough off to allow a comfortable

connection to the end of the sheath. Next, I again took the sheath and

squeezed it tight around Dan's cock, getting all the air out of it and

attached the hose.

"You're going to urinate in these both day and night. You will even wear

this in the shower as I will have a fresh appliance for you to put on

every day. I don't want you jerking off in the shower. Here is how you

empty the bag." I showed Dan how to open the drain valve.

We were now at the final step of this "orientation". I went back to the

bathroom, ran the water until hot, and filled my douche bag. Hanging it

on the shower door, I called out for Dan to get in here. With his sheath

still standing straight out, he entered to doorway and halted to a stop.

His voice cracking, he stammered, "What is this?"

"Why, it's your enema. Final part of the training my dear. These will be

administered weekly." I cheerfully replied. "Now get on your elbows and

knees, facing the door."

He quickly dropped to his knees as ordered. The sheath enclosing his

rigid cock pulsed at the floor. Tucking a hand towel under the leg

straps to protect in case of a spill, I quickly grabbed the douche

nozzle and sank it home. I snapped the clip open and Dan grunted as the

first wave of water entered his bowels. Soon he was gasping as the bag

drained to half full. Momentarily, I stopped the flow and reached under

him to give his cock four hard strokes within the confides of the sheath.

"Ow, that hurts," Danny cried out.

"It is supposed to", I replied while restarting the flow.

Soon Danny was cramping, his butt and hips twitching uncontrollably. I

stopped the flow twice more while giving him the stroke treatment.

Finally, the bag was empty. After a five minute wait, I allowed him the

use of the toilet, giving him the dignity of relieving himself in

private. After awhile, he came out and walked sheepishly over the bed.

The first treatment seemed to have an effect as his penis was slowly

losing its harness. No doubt realizing that it was not going to reach a

climax this day. Exhausted, Dan asked if it was all right to climb into

bed and sleep. Agreeing, I helped him take off the leg bag and attached

a new longer hose with a shut off clamp between the sheath and the night

bag next to the bed. Soon, he was asleep.

I went downstairs to have a cigarette and calm myself. My panties were

soaked. While sitting outside under the darkening skies, I reached under

the waistband and fingered myself to a quick orgasm. Returning to the

bedroom, I put on my nightshirt and climbed into bed. Dan grunted as I

slid under the covers. While shutting my eyes, I heard the tell tale

sound of liquid draining into the night bag. Danny was obviously getting

with the program. Step one of a long training period had begun. Smiling

to myself, I drifted off to sleep.