Jim arrived at his new home after work. He and Nancy had just started this new life because his mother-in-law had Miss Finny for her debutant upbringing. She disagreed with how Jim and Nancy were bringing up their daughter, her granddaughter, in a more modern way.
His body was now bare of hair. His cock and balls were locked away in a cage. This forced him to use the bathroom while sitting, like a little girl. He wore Miss Finny's plug in his ass, and she would take it out here in a few minutes and fill his bowels with hot water and soap.
His wife is also locked away from his husbandly duties. Miss Finny had stated that they could earn conjugal visits, but they both had a lot of training to do before this took place. Jim removed his clothing, folded it neatly, opened the door, and crawled into the house naked, except for his cock cage and butt plug.
He saw his wife naked, except for a chastity belt. Hand wash garments in the kitchen sink. Another woman was in what looked like a maid's outfit, with her hands bound behind her back and kneeling with her back to him. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, so he could see her chastity belt as well. Her large, milky ass was cleaved by brown leather.
Miss Finny was seated at the table, eating her dinner. An empty bowl sat in front of the woman on her knees. One with some food in it sat to the left of the kneeling woman. Jim already knew to crawl into the bathroom.
He had left his work clothes folded at the entrance. In the bathroom, a large, clear bag is hung on the shower curtain rod. Jim stood, took the bag, filled it with hot water, and put soap in it. He rehung it from the rod. He carefully pulled the plug from his asshole, as it was very painful.
Jim inserted the enema nozzle and released the clamp about halfway so he could get used to the flow with a minimum of cramping. He put his face on the cool floor of the tub and waited for the first cramp to hit.
Jim had married the much younger Nancy after being in a relationship where his ex-wife had wanted Jim to dominate her, and he tried, but it just was not in his nature to be mean to her. He just loved Nancy and the way she was always a take-charge girl.
She did not boss him, but she did have expectations and required him to meet them. Their six-year-old daughter took after her grandmother and was bossy. Now he found himself at the mercy of this evil old woman, whom Nancy's mom had all but given them too. He was older than his wife, but he loved her dearly, and she seemed to be okay with the situation, so he was going with it. He was most of the way through the bag when Miss Finny entered.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, thinking. "This is how every man should look in the evening. Ass up and receiving a cleaning. Face on the floor. If only I had my strap on and could make him whine and cry right now."
Miss Finny stepped inside and checked the enema bag. There was still half a gallon to go.
"Don't remove the nozzle when it is finished. Clamp the hose so you don't push soiled water into my bag. I will return to remove the nozzle and allow you to shower."
Jim groaned, "Yes Miss Finny."
She looked and admired how much better the male body looked when it was not covered in hair. Misty should be here Monday morning to take over the school. Miss Finny had continued the school that started with the settling of the territory; she was the third school Marm in the last 100 years.
Misty was taking over the teaching duties of the school and would be able to use both men and women in the sex education sections for 9-12 grades. But more specifically, the real teaching happened in the over-18 class before the girls graduation. The girls learned so much faster with a living model that reacted to their touch.
Frank burst into the house fully clothed with a black eye.
"I am here for my wife. We are not going to participate in this shit, where is she?" Vivian looked up from her spot on the floor in terror. She watched as Miss Finny covered the distance after grabbing a quirt.
Miss Finny did not say a word and began to whip Frank about the head and shoulders with the cruel quirt. He backed out of the door, yelling about a steel cage on his cock, and he was not staying for this. He was going to the police. His wife and daughter had been kidnapped. Miss Finny slammed the door and looked at Vivian on the floor, crying.
"Do you wish to leave with that man?" Miss Finny asked with eyes boring into the back of the crying woman.
"No, ma'am, it is too much for him to lose everything. For my mother to take everything of value in his life and lessen his manhood like this. I want to get my daughter back; the only way is to do what my mother requires." Vivian blubbered while continuing to scrub and having a few hitches in her voice.
"That is to be here with you, so my daughter is trained properly by the school. I will do my best to please you, Miss Finny. That should please my mother," Vivian said, tears pouring down her face.
"Good girl. He will cool off and probably come back begging. If not, he probably would have ended up abusing you and your daughter in the future if some challenge ever came into your lives. I have a man in the bathroom to deal with, and it looks like Nancy is done laundering clothes," Miss Finny said, hanging the quirt back on the door frame.
"You can clear the table and start cleaning the dishes and the kitchen. Nancy can eat once the laundry is out on the lines," Miss Finny said while dialing Victoria on the phone.
Miss Finny explained to Victoria what had happened to Frank and that he was going to involve the police. Victoria thanked her and said, "Consider it taken care of!"
Miss Finny entered the bathroom. Jim had been drooling down from his cage onto the surface of the tub. Miss Finny grabbed the nozzle and began to rub his perinium with two fingers and hard pressure. She began to push him back and forth across his prostate. Jim began to moan into the floor of the tub.
"Do you like this little Jimmy?" Miss Finny asked.
"Yes, ma'am, it feels nice, like pressure on the back of my cock. Oh, that is nice. Oh, what are you doing? My cock is dripping. Oh, my god!" Jim moaned as Miss Finny pushed, pulled, and rubbed.
"This is called "Milking the prostate," and your wife will eventually do this until you quit leaking fluid three times per week. I usually make you catch your leaky cock fluid and drink it. This time, I won't require that because we are not going to finish."
She quit and pulled both hands away, and Jim's dry hips humped the air, and the string of precum had started to make a quarter-sized puddle on the floor of the tub.
"You will find yourself hornier after milking than you were before, but it has the same health benefits as orgasming from a cancer standpoint. That is why we do it—for your health and our satisfaction—and you are even more susceptible to doing as we ask. When I pull the hose, remember to put your hands behind your head and start the shower to wash the nasty stuff down the drain." She stood and pulled the nozzle from his rectum, and he followed instructions to a letter. Tonight, she would teach the girls to prostate massage Jim, and until completion, he would then be allowed to sleep in the shed on his blankets while the girls slept on large pet beds at the foot of her bed. They would draw straws to see who woke her in the morning.
After dinner and dishes, Miss Finny put Jim in an armbinder on his knees on the kitchen table. The fingertip of the armbinder was tied to a hook in the ceiling. The 3" heavy black collar around his throat was tied to a second hook in the ceiling.
Miss Finny required the girls to lay out hand towels behind Jim and under his cock in the cage.
