by Derek L
As a maturing teen I had always been easily aroused by bits of fetish every once in a while. I had noticed that often times when I visited the doctor or dentist, the sound of snapping latex gloves aroused me, but I never thought anything of it. When I turned 18, this opened many doors into the fetish world. I was introduced to many different forms of fetish, including medical. I had received enemas as a child for various reasons, but never by anyone except my parents and never for anything involving pleasure.
As my sexual interests matured, I found myself focusing more and more upon anal/rectal play, inserting various items to gain small amounts of pleasure. After stumbling upon various websites describing prostate massaging and enemas, I decided to try each myself. Both proved to be very pleasing and left me feeling excellent. At this point I had never done anything like this with anyone else. I made sure none of my previous girlfriends found out about my special sexual interests so as not to freak them out, and possibly ruin our relationship.
It was my sophomore year in college, and I was single, looking for a relationship. This time, I had hoped to find someone with at least moderately similar sexual interests as mine. I found someone in an online dating service that said to have "special" sexual interests, so we contacted each other and became good buddies over the internet. We exchanged stories about our past experiences, with each story becoming a little more erotic and detailed. After a few months of swapping stories and fantasies, we decided to meet.
We were actually a short distance away from each other (about a 30 minute drive), so we met at a local restaurant and ate dinner together (we swapped pictures online beforehand so we knew who to look for). I arrived first, and waited impatiently for my date to arrive. When she arrived, I noticed she was much prettier and sexier than the picture did her justice. We enjoyed a nice dinner together and returned to her apartment. At first it was a little awkward as she seemed to be the more "experienced" one with regards to enemas, so I wasn't sure what she had planned for the night.
After we had a few drinks, we got to talking and she said she had a surprise for me. She went into the bathroom sneakily, with the door opened just enough for her to get inside. After a few minutes, she emerged wearing a doctor's lab coat, stethoscope, fishnet stockings and some red high heels. She "called me in" to the "exam room" and began my required physical (at this point it was obvious to me she liked role-play, which is good because I have a medical fetish). She had a somewhat large, sturdy table set up with some cushioning on it and covered in layers of white sheets to represent a medical table. It was obvious she had put a lot of time into creating the scene, so I planned to go along with what she wanted no matter what.
The "exam" started out like any exam I'd had, where she checked my breathing after removing my shirt (she seemed excited that I was in fairly good shape) and viewed my throat with a tongue depressor. As the exam progressed, she requested I remove all my clothes and lay flat on the table. I did as she asked, very shyly as I had about half of an erection. As I laid flat on my back, I noticed she took some latex exam gloves out of the cabinet and set them next to a bottle of KY jelly. My half-erection went shot straight up. This embarrassed me, but she didn't seem to care; in retrospect, I think she actually enjoyed the fact that I was turned on by her sexiness. She turned toward me, but didn't put on the gloves just yet. She felt around my abdomen like a doctor would for hernia, this was very soothing and tingled somewhat. Then in a very professional manner, she asked me to lay on my side for a rectal thermometer. She then snapped (very loudly, mind you) on her latex exam gloves and spread my ass cheeks apart. She spread lube very liberally around my rectum and began to slide her finger in and out ever so slightly to relax me. She inserted the thermometer and unsnapped the latex gloves. She then walked to the front of me so I could get a good view of her, and unveiled the next part of the surprise.
She slowly removed her lab coat, revealing a tight, sexy latex nurse outfit. At this point, I was so turned on, I just had to let out a moan in admiration. She then returned to my posterior and removed the thermometer and put it aside. I sat up on the table and watched as she trotted on her high heels over to the closet. She took out a leg spreader (a metal bar with some adjustable fabric shackles on each end) and attached them to my legs just above my knees. This kept my legs spread very far apart. She then slipped on some long, elbow length, white latex gloves, to my extreme surprise due to the fact that long latex gloves are the main part of my sexual fetish (we had talked about this before, however). She asked me to turn over onto my back with my shoulders on the table and my butt in the air; then, she snapped on two more regular length exam gloves (so as not to dirty the longer ones just yet). She again liberally applied lube to her finger and massaged my rectum again, this time going in further and using two fingers. She removed her fingers and picked up a nozzle. Now, I had never seen a nozzle like that in person and when I asked her about it she quickly and sternly replied it was a balloon-ended nozzle.
She again, applied a generous amount of lube to the nozzle (she knew it wouldn't slide out with pressure because of the balloon), and slowly and erotically inserted it into my rectum. She then, however, pumped the inner balloon up rather quickly and forcibly, giving me some moderate discomfort. I exclaimed, but she seemed to ignore me on purpose. Seeing as it no longer was uncomfortable, I found her ignoring me very erotic and almost domination-esque. The large bag that she had hanging from the top of the door seemed to have a lot of liquid in it, perhaps this was because I had never used a bag-enema before. When I asked about it, she ignored me and smirked, hinting it was a lot (I assumed 2 quarts or more). Boy, did I have no idea what I had gotten myself into. This was all so much more advanced than I expected.
As she started the enema, it wasn't even ¼ of the way done before I started to feel cramped. I told her of my discomfort and she slowed the flow, but never stopped it. At about 2/3 of the way, I started feeling pain, so she stopped the flow and let it sit for a few minutes. She then started the flow again, and the cramps resumed, but less painfully. Before I knew it, she told me I had finished both quarts (this time she specified exactly how much was in the bag). She closed the valve and helped me turn over (remember I still had the leg spreader attached). She then began to stroke my fully-erect cock very, very slowly, in order to prevent me from coming. She removed the leg spreader and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and applauded me for taking so much my first try. She then escorted me to the toilet and released the pressure.
After about 15 minutes on the toilet after relieving myself of the enema, she told me to clean up and return to the table. She noticed the color of the enema towards the end and told me I'd need at least 2 more. To ensure the second one did as thorough a cleaning as possible, she added a little bit of soap to the mixture. She followed the same procedure as before, but didn't use the leg spreader this time.
After relieving myself of the 2nd enema, I cleaned up and quickly returned to the table for my third. This time, she went back to the closet and picked up a disturbingly large double-balloon nozzle. I asked what she planned on using that for (even though it was painfully obvious), and she gave me an evil grin. She also brought out a much larger bag filled with very warm water and mineral oil that seemed at least twice as large as the first. The same evil grin remained on her beautiful face as before, so I knew what was coming. She told me to try and take as much as I could before extreme pain. She stopped at about 2 quarts and let me rest. She then continued to give me another ¾ of a quart, and then let me rest again. She finally administered another ½ quart, so I felt like I was about to explode. She massaged my lower stomach after removing the exam gloves (she still wore the elbow-length gloves) and began to stroke my penis more quickly than before. Right before I was about to come, she stopped and helped me over to the toilet, where I emptied the entirety of the enema solution.
After cleaning up for the final time, she motioned me toward the table again. I obeyed her request, wondering what she had planned next. She asked me to get on all fours on top of the table and put the leg spreader back on. She went to one of her drawers and picked up a very large syringe (not the needle kind). She opened up a bottle of lube and filled the syringe with it. She lubed up the tip of the syringe with her elbow-length latex gloved finger and inserted it into my rectum. She expelled the lube into my rectum in order to make the next part of her exam go more smoothly. She then inserted two of her fingers for the "rectal exam" portion, and began massaging my prostate. My cock was still fully erect; it had been for basically the entire time. Under my stomach, she placed a large glass bowl she had lying around. As she massaged my prostate with her now two fingers, I felt the need to urinate, but she said this was natural. After a minute or two of this sensation, semen began to flow from my penis. It did so for a few minutes very slowly with perhaps the most unique sensation I'd ever experienced. She then inserted all 4 fingers and finished "feeling around," then removed the leg spreader, disposed of the seminal discharge, and asked me lay on my back.
I was starting to get exhausted, but she said we were almost finished. I did what she asked and she finally snapped on some fresh rubber gloves (after removing the longer, but dirtied ones) and began to stroke my semen-covered cock. Nearing coming again, she stopped again and I had both feelings of pleasure and frustration. This time, she left the room and called me into her bedroom, where she lay now topless and pantyless (the fishnet stockings and gloves remained, however). She called me over to her bed and she mounted me and we continued our sexual intercourse until I had the most amazing orgasm of my entire life. I passed out due to exhaustion shortly after.
The next morning, she finally massaged my cock with her gloved hand until I came. This was extremely pleasurable due to its sensitivity left over from the night before. When it was time for me to leave, I asked why I never got a turn to administer her enema. She said, since I bought dinner, she did the labor. The next time she'd buy dinner and I could fulfill her sexual fantasy.
We the continued to date for many sensual months following that, and we're now engaged. She started and finished medical school and is now a full-time nurse. I've already started planning our honeymoon and I assure you, it will be a night to remember and will certainly deserve a detailed story like this.