I walked nervously into the small waiting room and gave the person sitting behind the front desk my name and said it was my first time as I had been told to do. The woman asked for my signature on a number of forms and to certify that the information I'd filled out online was correct. Then she gave me a small, black card with the number 34 printed in white.
"This is your tap card. From now on when you come in you tap this over at the computer, verify your information, and then sit and wait. Your number will flash above the window and you can pick up your box and walk through the door."
The woman stopped talking so I turned to walk to the computer and tapped my card. A thin strip of receipt paper came out after I tapped 'okay" and I tore it off and went back to my seat to read it.
#34
Procedures
-Cleansing 3
-External punishment 4B
-Stretching 4B
-Internal massage 2
Instructions:
Keep card with you at all times.
A) Enter door 3 and remove all of your clothing. Remove the nozzle in the blue bag and using the lubricant in the room insert it rectally. At the enema machine lower yourself onto the bench so the protruding pipe goes through the stationary nozzle in your rectum. Place your feet flat on the provided footrests and lean back against the backrest. Tap your card on the card target and try to relax; follow the instructions on the screen in front of you. A green light will flash when you are free to stand up. Expect this process to be uncomfortable. It will take between 30 and 45 minutes. Do not engage in any stimulation.
Please take a black robe from the closet and leave all of your clothing in the cleansing room. Take your box through to the shower room. Remove the nozzle from your rectum and place it in the large red container against the wall. Shower, paying specific attention to genitalia. Do not masturbate. After you are finished please dry off and insert the rectal plug found in the red bag using only soap as lubricant. Put on the black robe and bring your box to door 4B. Place your box on the floor and lay on your stomach on the bench.
B) With your robe open in front place your feet behind the supports so your legs are spread. Tap your card on the card target to call your therapist.
Your therapist will give you any further instructions. You are required to remain as quiet as possible during treatment. Your safeword is SURRENDER. If you utter this all will stop but you will not be permitted to return for treatment without an extensive evaluation and punishment. Please only use it if you are in danger.
After your visit do not have a BM for at least 36 hours. Unless your therapist says otherwise you are welcome to orgasm after your treatment in the room marked "play room."
Enjoy!
I couldn't believe this place even existed. I stumbled on it online starting with a random comment I saw on a post. It was only a half hour drive from my house and in their response to my initial email they said that they'd be able to accommodate my needs.
There was a soft bell and my number flashed. I was the only person in the waiting room and it seemed silly to go through this formality but it had been explained that only new clients came through before noon.
A box came out and I took it and walked through door 3. I removed all of my clothes and put them in one of the cubbies. I pulled out the blue bag and ripped it open. Inside was a metal tube, flared at both ends, probably an inch in diameter. It looked huge but I reminded myself I wanted this. I approached the pump bottles on the wall and squirted a good amount on my hands and the nozzle. There was a poster on the wall illustrating how to insert it. I tilted it slightly and began pressing against my anus. It felt like it was stretching too much but I kept going. Surly they wouldn't give me something that would cut me, right?
Slowly it entered, stretching me, and I felt completely unsexy. Did I really even want to do this? So far it wasn't any fun. I figured if I needed to I could always quit. I walked up to the somewhat imposing black plastic seat and tried to position myself over it and lowered myself onto the metal pipe protruding that was much smaller diameter than the stretcher inside me and probably 10 inches long. Because I was already stretched I didn't feel anything. I tapped my card and the screen in front of me turned on. I confirmed my name and patient number and heard the hum of something mechanical start up. I leaned back against the seat and suddenly I felt the pressure inside of me of water shooting in and the sound of it splashing back out. The screen in front of me read "rinse" with a countdown of 60 seconds. It wasn't pleasant or unpleasant. I could barely feel it except for the slight pressure. The water seemed to be exactly my body temperature.
The countdown reached 0 and the pressure stopped. I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and relaxed further into the seat. The screen read "Enema 1, soap" and I felt a slight pressure that I soon realized was a stopper. The solution began to fill me a little faster than the initial rinse. After just a minute I needed to release and glanced at the countdown.
3:49... 48... 47
I took deep breaths and tried to relax. 2 minutes left. Breathe through the cramps. I was still being filled. I shifted a little in my seat. One minute and thirty seconds. One minute. The filling slowly tapered off. My stomach hurt. I'd fasted for 12 hours before but I hadn't used any enema or laxatives in the past 2 days as was requested.
The screen went blank for a second and then it read "retention" and the countdown started over at 5 minutes. I almost cried; five more minutes of this? And this was just the beginning; I knew I wouldn't get away with just one enema. I kept breathing and began massaging my stomach, clenching and trying to force myself to relax. The countdown finally read 0 and I felt the plug pull out and I slowly started to drain. After a minute the screen said "rinse" and I felt another wash of warm, clean water rinse the soap residue away. The rinse went on for two minutes and then I just sat there. It had hurt but I was definitely wet. The screen went blank again and then new instructions came up. "Place your arms on the arm rests. Do not remove them for the remainder of your cleansing session."
I did as it requested. I felt the pressure again that let me know I was plugged. The screen said, "Enema 2 -- baking soda." It was the same procedure as the first time but this one was colder and I cramped up faster. Within a minute I was aching to massage my stomach and after another minute I absentmindedly picked up my right arm to do so and the screen flashed and told me to keep my arms in place. I did so wondering if there were sensors in the arms or if someone was watching. I was startled and tensed up which made the cramps worse. After 3 minutes of rapid filling the release countdown clock came up again. 7 minutes. It was agonizing but I could tell I was wet.
When the plug was released I breathed a sigh of relief and hoped that was it for the enemas. The screen flashed rinsing again and the warm water flushed me out. I longed to masturbate but knew it was against the rules. I clenched and released trying fruitlessly to get some release.
The screen went blank again and I desperately hoped I was done but I felt the plug reenter me. I almost cried. My stomach still hurt. The screen read "Enema 3 -- water." I could handle water. Then I felt a lot of pressure. It kept filling and filling me and I was starting to cramp quickly and badly. After a while I was so full I couldn't feel the water shooting into me any longer but I still felt my stomach expanding. It was agony. The screen switched to say "retention 10 minutes." It was all I could do to keep breathing and try to not look at my distended stomach and watch the seconds count down. When I finally got to release I heard the water shoot out of me in a jet. "Please, please let it be over" I thought. And it was. The green light came on above the screen and I heard the pipe retract. I stood up gingerly, still sore and in a little pain from remaining in the same position for so long. I stretched for a minute and reached down to feel how wet I was. Very. It wasn't fun during some of those enemas but my body did like it. As I bent down to stretch out my back suddenly a small puddle of water appeared on the floor -- apparently I still had some water in me.
I went back over to my small instruction sheet and reread what I was to do next. I got the black robe from the closet and picked up my box. I removed the red bag and pulled out a butt plug bigger than I'd ever used. My butt already hurt from not being able to close it for over a half hour. I didn't want to put this thing in.
The shower room was warmer than I thought; I had been picturing the showers at the gym but this was somewhat like a normal bathroom. I adjusted the temperature to my liking and then steeled myself to pull the rectal nozzle out. I pulled slowly and it came out easier than I thought. It felt so good to have it removed.
I stepped into the steamy shower and just relaxed against the wall. I wanted to masturbate but I also wanted to follow the instructions. I knew I'd enjoy it more if I followed directions. I used the huge pumps on the wall to dispense soap. It smelled almost industrial strength and left my skin feeling dry. I didn't want to put it on any sensitive skin but I knew I had to. I pumped a bit onto my hand, lathered it up, and began to scrub. It didn't burn at first but after a bit I was tingling. I rinsed it off as soon as I could with the handheld shower but after all the soap was gone my feeling remained. I finished soaping up, washed my hair and conditioned it, and then reached for the butt plug. It was going to hurt but I guess I was going to be okay with that.
I squirted a bit of the soap onto the plug hoping to use as little as possible to get it inside me. I touched the plug to my hole and immediately knew I was very sore. I took a deep breath and just started applying pressure trying to remember everything I'd learned about anal sex. Try to push out, try to relax. After a few false starts and almost breaking into tears I finally got it in. It stung, I felt very stretched, but it was inside me. I'd done it.
I walked, slightly wobbly, to the hook to get my robe and then took everything out the door and into the hall. Every step moved the plug up my ass and I felt like I had to shit even though I knew that after three enemas there couldn't be anything left in me. I found room 4, entered, and walked into door B. This was really it, I thought, the place I'll be punished. I already felt like I'd been through the ringer but this was special; this was really why I'd come.
I carefully placed my box on the floor, went to the bench, and laid down, hooking my lower legs behind the supports so my ass was lewdly presented. I took my card, tapped it, and waited.
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The therapist appeared within less than a minute. "Alex?" she checked. "Yes." She stepped to my side and laid her hand on my ass and pushed down slightly. I tensed up.
"Please try not to move. What I am going to do is designed to hurt but there will be no permanent damage. We request patients try to remain silent. You are permitted one three-minute break which you can request at any time by saying 'break.' Do you understand?"
