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Have 'Lurked and Grabbed' here often enough - Time to contribute !!!
Maybe this will 'Make
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Matix
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The Usual Warning to Unsuspecting Soul(s) Who May Not Know !!
NOTICE:
This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations
presented as graphically as possible and is NOT intended for minors. If you
are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue
reading this.
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copyright 1996 by Matix
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CLINIC@414
Part 1 of 3
The PREP
Walking from the elevator, I found myself on a row of professional
looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that my
practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor began to have
a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at
last I came to an oak door with no identification other than:
"CLINIC Suite 414"
on a copper plate . With a trembling hand, I opened the door and
entered into a receptionist area which had been tastefully and
professionally decorated.
I had just started to settle into one of the glove leather sofas in the
waiting room, when an office door quietly opened and a white-frocked middle
aged man said, " Ms. Anne Broderick, I presume ? Won't you come in
please."
I followed the Doctor into an office area which overlooked the park and
took one of two chairs facing the desk.
"I'm Doctor Chadwick," he began, "My practice specialty centers on the
exploration and diagnostic treatment, if need be, of what might be otherwise
be considered problems of a sexual nature."
"Your confidentiality is assured here," he continued " and I want you
to feel completely comfortable in discussing the matter which brought you to
us. Now how might we be of service to you ?"
"Well, Doctor, " I began haltingly " I'm thirty-five years old and have
been married once. I've been divorced for about four years, sexually active
and, well, I, ah, have a real problem, ah, with, ah , anal sex."
THERE ! I'd said it !!
The words gushed out now " My former husband would complain that I was
just prudish and uptight, literally, and that I was denying myself, and him,
another avenue of physical pleasure."
"Have you ever tried anal intercourse ?" he asked.
"Well, once, but the penetration, if any, was very slight, and I told
him to stop -- -- it hurt too much" I answered in a small voice.
"You have to understand ," I went on "I was raised in a very
restrictive and highly religious household ... even nudity was ' wrong '
.... anal was equated with defecation ...... sex, ANY sex was just not
discussed."
The Doctor considered this a moment then asked " and why the interest
now ?"
"Oh, I -have- noticed the beginnings of some very pleasurable
sensations back there from time to time; the eroticism of it; but ...... I
don't know where to begin."
" Not that uncommon, and so you have a curiosity about it, don't you
?" he asked.
"And," I allowed, feeling a little tingle of pleasure and dampness
begin between my legs. " I think I would like to feel the experiences
after, perhaps, a little preparation so that I
might know what to expect."
He then asked about my sexual history, writing on a pad while I
answered a number of questions and, finally, putting the pad down, he
indicated that he had reached a decision.
"What we will do is to create an anal-erotic experience for you, while
at the same time preparing you for the act itself. "
The Doctor started outlining his prescription,
" First, Ms Broderick, you will be given a brief physical exam, which
will include both a pelvic and rectal , to make sure that our experience
will be safe for you. You will then be prepared for the administration of
dilators which will be introduced into your anus to both expand and relax
the sphincter muscles. "
"So, let's see how this goes for you and, well, if further visits might
be required. If all that sounds satisfactory to you, my nurse will prepare
you down the hall. Do you have any questions.?"
"I don't think so." I whispered, and deep inside an excitement started
at the anticipation of the experience.
"Good !" and he spoke to his nurse on the intercom.
"Nurse, come and start Ms. Broderick's program, I'll give you specific
instructions in a minute, thank you."
"The nurse needs to take you through some preliminaries-- after which
we'll get together ." he said .
The door opened and an attractive, but professional woman, in a crisp
white uniform, motioned me out and down an inside corridor.
The room, which the nurse referred to as an examination room, was large
in comparison to the small cramped cubicles at my gynecologist's office.
Along one wall was a low padded table, covered with pastel sheets, while at
the far end , with well its well-padded stirrups, stood the examination
table, though this one had more movable sections.
A door at the far side revealed a bathroom, while the remainder of the
equipment, sinks, cabinets and instrument trays were what I would have
expected in a medical setting.
The nurse indicated a screened dressing area. I was then instructed to
strip ... completely ... handed a cotton, patterned kimono, and a pair of-
terri-cloth stretch slippers. I asked if I might use the bathroom and was
told pleasantly "No, dear, that will be taken care of later".
As I started to undress, I heard her opening and closing drawers and
cabinets , but resisted the temptation to peek out from behind the dressing
screen. I removed my jacket, blouse and skirt, slip, and bra. Hesitating a
moment, I slipped my panty hose down my legs and stood naked before the full
length mirror on the wall.
Thankful for the slim image there; still firm up-turned breasts with
their now erect rose-bud nipples, the light brown bush of pubic hair and,
turning around, ran a hand over my peach-shaped posterior. "Enough !" I
thought and slipped into the kimono, which came to mid-thigh, and slippers.
Having made up my mind to go through with this, robe tie held, I stepped out
from behind the screen.
"Now, first I will need to take your blood pressure and temperature, so
just sit down on the edge of this table and try to relax" she said and
smiled.
Slipping the black cuff over my arm, she counted down the blood
pressure and then said "Your blood pressure is perfectly normal , now I need
to take your temperature."
From a tray that I had not taken note of on the counter, she picked up
the thermometer, a pair of latex gloves, and a tube of KY jelly.
Turning back to me, I had opened my mouth in anticipation, she said
"No, the Doctor wants your temperature taken rectally, so I'll need to have
you stretch out on the table, and just turn over on your tummy."
She then helped me climb up on the table, turn over, and then, sitting
on the table behind me, she turned up the hem of the kimono until it was
resting just below the small of my back leaving my buttocks exposed.
I listened as she snapped a glove into place on her hand and then felt
the cool latex-clad thumb and forefinger spread my buttocks from either side
of my anus. I buried my head in my arms and blushed at the contact in so
private an area, then had to stifle an involuntary sob as I felt a gloved
and lubricant-laden finger enter my rectum to the second joint after which
the bulb of the thermometer was held poised at my anus.
"Now, this may be a little uncomfortable for just a minute, so relax."
she said and with that I felt the bulb firmly pushed on into my bottom.
Once inserted she then placed the gloved hand across my bottom cheeks,
holding the glass tube firmly between two fingers. I could feel the
instrument resting in my bowel and then, after several minutes , felt the
sliding of the bulb past my sphincter as it was withdrawn.
"Your temperature is also normal .... and now I'm going to give you an
injection of a very, very, mild sedative in your hip, so why don't you just
remain as you are on your stomach."
Turning my head I watched her pick up the hypodermic syringe from the
instrument tray and, turning back to me, felt the cold alcohol swab on my
left buttock as she prepared the site for the injection. Her technique was
practiced, and I felt only the slightest sting as the needle entered my
rump; was withdrawn a moment later. She then lowered the hem of the robe to
cover my buttocks.
"Fine, now I want you to lie there while we get you ready for the next
step. Have you ever had a colonic, or any other type of enemas ?"
" Only once as a child, and then that was given to me by... an aunt."
I replied, beginning to feel a strange, giddy anticipation.
"Well, your going to be administered two enemas this morning," She went
on, " the first will be a cleansing enema which, as the name implies, will
be started in the upper regions of your bowel. The second will be a more
soothing, and lubricating, oil solution to prepare you for the dilation
procedure."
" I'll need to have you assume," she continued " a position on your
knees with your chest on the table, after which I'll be lubricating your
rectal area for the insertion of the nozzles."
She grinned as she said, " your going to feel quite full as the Doctor
wants a full quart for each enema ! "
"Oh, by the way, ....... is the injection working ???"
"Oh yes, I feel really quite mellow." I replied, while in my head the
images conjured up by her description of the procedure were causing not
unpleasant stirrings in my loins. A part of my repressed anal-erotic
fixation had been curious about the feelings that might be provoked by
submission to an enema, and now I was to find out.
The Doctors' prescription was on target !
Eyes closed, I listened to the preparations being made and in a minute
I heard a metal stand drawn up beside the table.
"OK, we're almost ready now, so let me help you up to a kneeling
position." she offered and, placing her hands on either side of my hips,
helped me up so that I was now on all fours in the middle of the table.
"I'll place a pillow under your head and now I want you to rest your
chest on the table, and let the middle of your back relax... fold your arms
up by the pillow.. that a girl. You'll need to move your knees
apart...... and bring them...... just a little forward ... so your bottom
is well extended." she added.
The hem of the robe slipped down to my mid back leaving me naked from
the waist down except for the slippers. The forced position had it's effect
and I felt the surprisingly warm office air on the delicate tissues of both
my anus and the lips of my vulva as my most intimate regions were exposed.
Looking back slightly beyond my bared and upraised rump, I watched as
the nurse proceeded to hang a hospital-type enema bag on a hanger stand
which had been placed by the table. The bag had a valve in the bottom to
which was attached a length of surgical tubing.
From the tray she picked up another section of black flexible tubing
about 18 inches long and about the size of my little finger. The tip at one
end was smoothly rounded while at the other was a small double bulb, another
inch of the black tube and then a connection.
Opening a jar of Vaseline, she coated the length of tube until it, and
the bulb, was shiny , and then, holding the lubricated tube in one hand
which she rested on my back, she dipped her gloved index finger into the
Vaseline jar and moved until she was at the rear of my upraised bottom.
"I have to lubricate you well now; I'll be introducing the length of
the irrigator into your rectum after that. The small bulb will help you
retain both the nozzle and the fluid while it does it's job."
" Now this may be just a little uncomfortable, but try to relax by
breathing through your mouth."
I gave a little involuntary start as I felt her forefinger enter my
rectum and slowly work its way in a small series of in and out movements
until she had entered me fully . She then slowly withdrew the finger and
repeated the process with some more of the Vaseline.
" Now I'll insert the irrigation tube and I'll be slowly working it
down inside you until I have the bulb in place" she explained.
I felt the nozzle pass my sphincter and really felt the tube as she
slowly inserted more of it into my bowel. Finally she said that she was
about to insert the retainer bulb, and I felt my anus distend to receive the
small object as she firmly and slowly pushed it into my behind. She said
that she was going to turn the flow on and, as she did, I could feel the
fluid, somehow, as it started draining up into an area that felt as though
it was somewhere near my diaphragm.
"This takes a few minutes, we don't want to rush the process, and once
you have taken this much I'll have you retain it for a few minutes longer.
Now you should start feeling full in a bit, but the retaining bulb will
prevent you from expelling the fluid do try to relax. " she called
over her shoulder.
My abdomen was visibly swelling now and the Doctor chose that moment to
open the door and ask how everything was going. I hid my head in
embarrassment at the spectacle I must present, half nude with my rear high
up in the air and the enema tubing sticking out from my rectum.
The nurse saved me from comment and said that everything was fine. She
stroked my buttock while we waited for the contents to empty.
I felt as though I would burst when she announced that we were done
and, turning a valve at the connection point, disconnected the tubing that
was inside me to the beaker. She told me to hold my position, breath
through my mouth, and, a few minutes later , helped me slowly off the table
and followed me to the bath room carrying the tube which trailed from my
behind. Once inside I sat down on the toilet, and reaching up underneath
me, she slowly removed the retainer bulb, following which I felt as though I
exploded into the bowl even before she had removed the remainder of the
tube.
My nurse was at the door when I came out, and after making sure that
all was well, helped me back up onto the table where I was instructed to
assume the kneeling position once again. The gloved and lubricated finger
once more was introduced into my backside and I noticed with relief that the
nozzle she was lubricating for this round was only about six inches long .
I settled my head into the pillow and waited for the insertion of the tube.
"Now this one won't be as uncomfortable as the last one." she said,
and then introduced the nozzle into my rectum. I felt the liquid drain into
my bowel, and then, some minutes later, abdomen distended once more, made my
way bathroom.
When I returned from the bathroom, I was motioned toward the
examination table ..........
Continued in Part 2 The TREATMENT