For a time a semi-retired Dom lived in a nearby city. She had trained in the 1970s in a New York City dungeon, I’ve long ago forgotten which one, not that it would mean much if I did remember. She was the perfect blend of strict and caring, for my tastes. I would take my own large fountain syringe and nozzles, she provided the urethral sounds from her autoclave, and a variety of spanking implements. I would typically schedule an hour and a half session with her, which would go in this order- we would visit and chat about our mutual musical interests, then she would escort me to her treatment room, which had an adjacent shower and toilet. And it also had a St. Andrew’s Cross, but I never requested to be bound to it. She would order me to strip completely, and I could her here close by in the kitchen preparing her favorite enema solution, and a lot of it. She would reappear in a sexy nurse uniform, and begin my treatment. First she would comment that I really needed a careful urethral sounding, and would swab my penis with betadine solution. Then the first of 4 or 5 sounds was introduced into my cock, and this was repeated, each time using a slightly larger diameter. That treatment being completed, she would comment that the room seemed rather warm, and she hoped I wouldn’t mind if she “got a little more comfortable“and she removed the nurse’s dress revealing a low cut bra, no panties, a completely shaven kitty, garter belt and nylons. Of course, I never objected to her becoming more ”comfortable”. The next treatment was a series of enemas- I would turn on my left side, hear the snap of a latex glove being put on, and then felt her slip one finger inside, then two and eventually three, lubing me well and giving a deep prostate massage at the same time. She encouraged me to take up to three quarts, made me hold it as long as I could, and then sent me into the bathroom to expel. The enemas were repeated until there was no more solution- then she would test my pain tolerance with the Wartenberg wheel in all my tender areas, pinching my nipples if I squirmed too much or complained too loudly. After the cock and ball torture, the bra came off, and she sat on the table as I lay across her lap for a good spanking- I was always amazed at the strength of her swats, and she firmly held my cock between her thighs as she spanked me. By this time I was very aroused and it didn’t take much for her to make me come hard. Very satisfying session- off to shower, dry off and enjoy a cup of tea with her and look forward to the next session with her. Sadly, she has retired and left the area, last I heard was living in Italy where she had family.