Hi everyone, hope you have enjoyed My longtime fantasy, one that I would love to become a reality. Sorry I haven't had a chance to add to it lately. I have been very busy with work and the holidays. I did not have enough character space to contigously post my story, so I had to start a new post. You can refer to "My longtime fantasy" for the beginning of the story. Hope you enjoy. Sincerely, elover.
The nurse finally hands me tissue to wipe myself. She has me get up and walk around the room to ensure that I am done. I find it necessary to relieve myself several more times. Finally my first enema is complete. She now has me climb back onto the exam table and rolls the portable toilet out of the room. This time the back of the table is elevated and I am to lay on my back with my upper body elevated. Once again my feet are place in the stirrups and my ankles and wrists are firmly strapped to the table. An additional strap is placed across my stomach. The nurse moves to a nearby counter and returns with a tray of items that give me quite a start. The tray holds a sounds kit with all different sizes of stainless steel probes. Sounding is something totally new to me. I have never had anything enter that part of my body. I can’t really imagine how something can go into such a small opening. I have often wondered how someone could be catherized. It seems almost surreal to me.
The nurse tells me that she must dilate my opening in preparation for the catherization that will soon occur. She tells me repeatedly to just relax. Easy for her to say. Next thing I know she is lubing up one of the smaller probes. She uses a very cold antiseptic spray on the end of my penis. When she touches me in this area it is almost like electric. I can’t help but get excited. Every nerve on the end of my penis reacts to her touch. Soon I feel a faint pressure again the head of the penis. Then I feel the pressure travel through the penis. I want to jump from the sensation. I instinctively tighten up and contract to the probe. I try to relax. It is so strange; it is like an ongoing battle of my senses wanting me to tighten up on the probe and me wanting to relax and not tighten up. The nurse has total control of me as she moves the probe up and down the shaft. She looks so beautiful and she has total control.
The nurse continues to utilize larger probes till she is finally satisfied that it is time for me to be catherized. She removes the last probe from my penis and moves to the counter to retrieve another tray. This tray appears to contain a long tube in a sealed container and some sort of sealed tray. She removes the top of the sealed tray to revel some sort of lubricants, a syringe, and a pad. She places the pad over my penis so that my penis is sticking through the opening in the pad. She proceeds to coat the head of my penis with some sort of gooey material. She then takes a syringe with some sort of stuff in it in one hand and grabs the head of my penis with the other hand. I feel the inserting of the head of the syringe in my penis and I feel some type of cold material being forced into the head of my penis.
Next she picks up the package with the hose in it. Part of my brain is saying no, no, but another part of my brain is saying please do this to me. In one since I can’t wait. In another since I am very fearful of how this is going to feel. I see her remove the hose from the package and carefully lubricate the hose. She puts the hose down long enough to attach a large collection bag to the side of the exam table. I know that the time is very quickly approaching. I am very nervous. Suddenly, she picks the hose back up. She lets me know that the time has come for the insertion. She tells me to take deep breaths and try to relax. She has my penis in her hand and before I close my eyes I see the top of the hose touch the top of my penis. Suddenly I feel the strangest sensation of pressure that I have ever felt. I feel the hose snaking through the passage to my bladder. Slowly she inserts the catheter. I can feel every inch of the insertion. The sensations are a combination of pressure and some pain. Finally the catheter is in place and the urine begins to flow. It is done. My nurse now has total control over my most private of body functions. I can see the level in the collection bag begin to rise.
The nurse now removes my restraints. She has me get up and hands me the collection bag. She lets me know that we will now move down the hall way to another room. She leads me out the door and back up the haul. She turns down a hallway to the right. I follow her to a room that is exactly as a hospital room would be. She has me climb onto a hospital bed. This hospital bed; however, is not like the average, everyday hospital bed. It has attached to it, two straps that have heavy duty restraint devices built into them. She has me lay on my back and place my legs and arms so they can be locked into the restraints. She proceeds to lock the restraints so that all movement is virtually stifled. I am now totally helpless. She has hung the collection bag from my catheter to the side of the hospital bed. She tells me to relax and she will be right back.
True to her word, she returns in a few minutes. She has brought another treatment tray with her. See places this tray on a stand that is next to the head of the hospital bed. The items on the tray are covered by a towel, so I have no idea what is coming. She removes the tray and suddenly, I become aware of a collection of clamps and an IV bag with a long hose and needle attached. The table also has what appears to be two prepared injects on it. I have no idea what to expect. First she picks up one of the syringes. She lets me know that she is going to give me two shots to help me relax. She indicates that I will need all the help I can get for what is about to happen next. I feel the coolness of an alcohol swap on my hip and suddenly I feel a very painful shot being administered. She administers one shot to each hip.
Next she applies a very tight clamp to both of my exposed nipples. It is all I can do to contain myself. The pain and the pleasure are tremendous. I am beginning to feel the two shots take affect and I am able to concentrate on the offsetting pain and derive all shorts of please from it. Next she hangs the IV bag from a IV stand and once again I feel the coolness of the alcohol swap. This time it is on my arm. Suddenly, I feel the sharp pain of the needle insertion. As I begin to assimilate this new pain, she starts the flow of the IV. She has one remaining clamp on the treatment tray. Suddenly, she does something that I hadn’t expected; she places a clamp on the hose that is allowing for drainage. This gives me great cause for concern. I have read somewhere that this can cause significant pain. My concern is quite warranted, for now she tells me what the IV is designed to do. It will cause my body functions to be accelerated. I will have a tremendous need to relieve myself. She will be in total control of when I can and cannot relieve myself for the next two hours. She lets me know that I will just have to deal with the pain. In a most alluring way and with a little chuckle, she lets me know that it is now time for her break and she will be back when she is ready to relieve me. She puts a warm blanket over me (which just heightens the sensation of helplessness, turns out the lights so the room is totally dark and leaves me alone). This will certainly not be an easy time for me.
In less than a few minutes (I have no way of knowing exactly how long) I am already feeling pressure begin to build in my bladder area. Surely the nurse will not be long. My mind races, wondering how much I can take, how much pressure is safe, am I in danger. I instinctively begin to pull at the restraints, obviously, with no success. As the pressure gets greater and greater I think of screaming, but I wonder, will that get me in more trouble. My nurse has total control of me.
After what seems like an eternity the lights finally flicker on. The nurse enters the room and asks me in a sinister sort of way, how I am doing. She is fully aware of how I am doing. She knows that I am in extreme pain and she is enjoying ever minute of it. She now removes the blanket and finally she releases the clamp and gives me some relieve. She releases the restraints and has me stand. She hands me the collection bag and I am lead back down the hallway to the examination room. She has me climb back onto the examination table and secures me on my back. It is now time for cleaning my bladder.
The nurse brings a third treatment tray over to the examination table. This table contains two items, a large irrigation syringe and a full container of saline. The catheter that is securely inserted in me has a special port that is designed for the specific purpose of forcing fluid into the bladder. My nurse will force a continuous flow of saline into my bladder and let it drain back out in order to cleanse my bladder. The pressure will be very similar to the pressure that I have just endured. She feels the syringe and tells me to relax. I see her insert the end of the syringe in the tubing. Suddenly and without warning, I feel the pressure build and build. I want to scream. In a little bit she drains the fluid out of me. There is this strange feeling that comes from being in total pain one second and feeling the sudden relief and then suddenly feeling the pain again. It is sort of like a roller coaster ride in the world of pain and pleasure. After four or five rounds of this torture, she finally pronounces that my bladder cleanse is complete.
Now she goes to the sink to fill another enema bag. She explains to me that she needs to remove any residue from the first enema and make sure that everything is completely cleaned out. For this enema she will just be using a water and salt mixture, but plenty of it. She will also be using a rectal catheter in me, because with the urethra catheter inserted and my anal area already being dilated, I may have difficulty holding the large volume of solution. She moves to the exam table with an IV pole holding a large volume of enema solution. Also she has a tray holding a large rectal retention nozzle and lubricant. Next she puts on latex gloves and begins to lubricate my anal area. It feels so wonderful when she does that. She then lubricates the nozzle, which has two large balloons on the end. She proceeds to insert the tube in my rectum until the first balloon is full up in me. She then uses a bulb attached to the hose to pump up the balloon inside of me till I fill like I am going to explode. Next she pumps up the balloon on the outside. I can feel the two balloons creating pressure on my anal opening, producing a perfect seal, so that nothing can leak out. I am helpless to take all the solution that my nurse has prepared. Now the nurse allows some solution to flow through the hose coming from the bag. Next she attaches the hose to the retention nozzle. Everything is in place and this is it. There is no escape.
The nurse tells me to take a few deep breaths and try to relax. She now opens the nozzle and I feel the solution begin to enter me. The pressure continues to build up. I can actually push against the nozzle in my rectum but it does no good. The pressure builds to a greater and greater level. The pain has become quite sever. I want to beg her to stop, but I won’t. I want this. I can’t help it. I am a true pain slut. To ask her to stop is like admitting some sort of defeat that will take away all my pleasure. It just goes on and on. Finally, after the pain has become quite excruciating she finally stops. Once again she sets the timer for 15 minutes. The minutes seem like hours. Finally the timer goes off and she releases my restraints. She has me move to the portable toilet with the retention hose in place. It takes me some time to make the move. The discomfort is significant. She releases the balloon inside of me and as she pulls on it, the solution gushes out of me. I will certainly be cleaned out after this enema. That is a certainty.
At this point I am totally exhausted. The nurse tells me that I have done quite well and deserve a rest. She has me follow her back to the room containing the hospital bed and has me climb onto the bed. She rubs oil on my bottom, which is pretty sore at this point and applies baby powder to my bottom. She then puts me in an adult diaper. It is a pretty bizarre site with my catheter tube sticking out the front. She has me lie on my back and secures me to the hospital bed. She explains to me that I should get some rest, but I will also have little reminders of where I am and who is in control; the pressure of the catheter, the accessional stomach pressure from the aftermath of the two enemas that I have had and the very real possibility of needing to relieve myself and only one place to do that, in the diapers tightly wrapped around me. Before she leaves, she does one more thing. She gives me a shot of something to help heighten the effect of all these sensations.
She turns the lights out and leaves the room. It is hard to believe that I have been exposed to so many sensations in such a short period of time. I suspect, I should try to get some rest. It will all begin again shortly. What an evening.