The Family Whore

Mistress Pepper and Sophie are “anonymized” versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I’m originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I’m not a blond. And you’ll most definitely have to guess at my bra size!

And remember, the names and such have been changed in this version to protect the slutty. Only Princess Lilly appears as herself. But she truly has no concept of shame.

Thanks to my friend Ken for proofreading!

Session Date:

22. May 2021

This Story Released:

30. May 2021

The Family Whore

Introduction:

In case this is the first of my stories you’ve read, there are a few things I’ve skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I’ve written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.

My name is Pepper Rodgers. I’m a 20-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren’t always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don’t have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.

I’m petite. Actually more “tiny” that petite. I’m 5′ 1.75″ and 91 pounds. I’m not bony, though, I’ve curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I’m not small. I’m a 32-D, and I’m very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.

I’m also slightly bisexual. I’m attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I’m not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it’s very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It’s better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don’t even have to hold it in place!

When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he’s interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I’ve never been turned down.

I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9″ long and 1.5″ across, plus or minus a small bit. I won’t touch a guy who isn’t circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he’s got. It’s the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!

Sophie is my 20-year-old live-in slave-girl. She’s slightly petite at 5’4″ and 119 pounds. She’s pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she’s a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won’t allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I’ve owned her since she graduated high school, but I’ve known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.

Paige is my 19-year-old house-slave and slave-whore. It’s a role she definitely loves. She lives with me, too. In a kennel, in the playroom. Like Sophie, she came to me during her final year of high school, just after her 18th birthday. Paige does most of the chores around the house, which leaves Sophie free to cater more closely to me. Paige is also my whore. Whenever I need a female body to torment one of my toys, it’s Paige’s body I use. And Paige definitely doesn’t mind it.

Paige is rather lean girl. She stands about 5’6″ tall, but weighs only 112 pounds. It gives her a slightly stickish figure, with only the gentlest of feminine curves to her waist and hips. But she does have a pair of rather perky, and slightly pointy, 34-B breasts with wide nipples. She has honey brown hair that’s long and curly with green eyes.

I believe in taking good care of my slaves. Including their education. Sophie is now a sophomore at Bishop State College where she’s studying to become a vet technician. Paige, a year behind her in school, is beginning her freshman year at Bishop. Before they became mine, both girls were mediocre students, and neither had the grades to get into a four-year university. Now they’re straight-A students. I wouldn’t accept anything less. Both should easily be able to transfer to USA for their last two years of college and earn degrees that would allow them to actually get a decent job. They might not need to work while they’re mine, but I want them to have their education and options down the line.

I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they’re not offended by anything they happen to see. They’re just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.

I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who’s doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.

I get all of my toys through networking. It’s almost always either one of the women in our circle who has a toy she doesn’t want and offers to point it at another who is interested. Or sometimes one of my toys tells someone, who tells someone, and so on until someone asks my toy to introduce someone to me. Rarely it’s someone I don’t play with, but who knows what I’m into, who asks me to meet someone. I get plenty of emails inquiring about meeting me, and while I will email and maybe chat with a sub online, I haven’t yet met any. I won’t rule it out, but meeting online is risky enough that someone would have to convince me before I’d think about it. A girl’s gotta be careful!

Most of my stories are from the months I spend in Mobile. I very seldom publish any of the few stories from my time in Russia. That’s because Putin’s Russia isn’t as enlightened as America. Homosexuality is a crime there. And the courts there would deem anything between two women to qualify. However, it’s a crime that’s not so often prosecuted. Usually no one really cares if it’s kept discrete. So while I have been known to play there as well, I’ve very care who I’ll play with. Only those toys that come to me with the most trusted of referrals are considered. And I keep the stories private. I’m definitely not going to advertise what I’ve done there.

I have dual citizenship. That’s a benefit the Russian government bestowed upon me because my father was a junior diplomat at the time. Sophie goes with me to Russia. She, obviously, is an American citizen. She only speaks about five words of Russian, too. But she never leaves my side. And she does wear her collar, much to the dismay of the TSA screeners. That shiny padlock holding it around her neck is not a friend to their scanners. Paige, however, doesn’t get to take the trips. I usually leave her with my mom, who enjoys the free house maid she uses Paige as. And, as a Domme, my mom is well versed in the proper care that Paige might need.

Chapter One – Dr. Slut

It’s about 8:00 on a Saturday morning. I’m sitting on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee, and just starting to think about which of my toys I’ll play with this weekend. Hardly a weekend goes by that I don’t play with a few of them. With my schedule, it’s about the only time I have for it.

That’s when my phone rings. It’s still sitting on the coffee table in front of me, instead of in its usual place, so I just grab it. Normally Sophie, my live-in slave girl would check it and bring it to me only if I wanted to speak to whoever was calling. But it’s close enough that it might as well already be in my hand so I just glance at the screen.

It’s Diane calling. That gets my attention. She doesn’t call me that often. Diane is a 39-year-old Danish woman and fellow Domme. I first met her about two years ago at one of Nikolai’s “parties.” Since we both share a love of degrading our toys, we started talking. I’d call her a friend, but not one of my closest friends. Then again, she lives in Florida, about an hour from me, so we mostly talk on the phone.

I know Diane has a decently stocked toybox, but her toybox is very heavily slanted towards male toys. I guess that’s just her preference. I don’t really have a preference, so mine is closer to evenly split. I’ve played with her toys before, a few times. I’m by far the youngest Domme she knows, and I think she calls me when she wants a younger Domme for her toys. Or when my skills as a student nurse are needed. I’ve yet to offer her one of my toys, though. Maybe someday I will. She hasn’t asked for one, either.

She calls just to chat. But she knows that 8:00 on a Saturday, the Sabbath for me, is early for me. It tells me that she wants something. Or that she has a toy she wants to tease. Not that it matters. She’s a friend so I answer her call.

After a few minutes to catch up, Diane starts telling me about her toy John. He’s a 48-year-old married man and the father of one 19-year-old son, Derek. He’s been married for 22 years now to the same woman. Her name is Marie. She’s 44 years old. Diane has owned John for several years now. She summons him about every other month, always having Marie come along with him. Marie, she tells me, strongly insists that she’s allowed to be present for John’s sessions with her. Marie likes to be asked to join in. But so far, Marie has refused to submit to anything. It’s left Marie’s role as that of a sex partner for John when Diane saw fit to allow him supervised sex with his wife. Otherwise, Marie was little more than a spectator.

John, Diane tells me, enjoys being “feminized.” Used as if he were a girl. Made to wear heels and panties. And he definitely enjoys Diane’s dildos in his bottom. He also seems to like it better when she’s able to do it in some humiliating way. But, due to his job, Diane isn’t able to do anything with him in public, so that limits her options to humiliate him.

Diane tells me that Marie approached her “a little while ago,” which to Diane could be anything from yesterday to last year, about Derek. It seems that Derek has been “dating” a 25-year-old woman named Ashley. Twice now Marie has “caught” Derek playing games with Ashley. The same kind of game that John plays with Diane. Only, according to Marie, Ashley is clueless. As if she’s a vanilla girlfriend trying to go along and play games for Derek instead of Domme.

Marie wonders if Diane might be able to arrange something for Derek with someone who knows what she’s doing. That way Derek can get a taste of the real thing, not a poor imitation. And from what Diane relays to me, Ashley sounds like a very poor imitation. She’s also Derek’s only experience with D/s, so she and her imitation is going to be all Derek knows.

My first concern is whether Derek will even go along with it. Or want it. Ashley, it sounds to me, is basically his girlfriend. I wonder how Derek is going to feel about doing anything with another woman. Even if there is no actual sex involved. He might see a spanking as cheating. Or he might beg for another. He’s an unknown, so there’s no telling. Diane can only tell me that she’s met him a few times and thinks he’ll like it. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t ask.

She also tells me that she would like Marie to be “pleasantly surprised” by the session. Diane has always thought that with a little shove, Marie might eagerly take the plunge and get on her knees as well. She’s considered giving Marie that shove herself just to see what would happen. She hasn’t because she doesn’t want to risk damaging her relationship with John. But she would like to see Marie on her knees as well. It would open a ton of new possibilities for her sessions with John. I can see those new ideas myself.

Diane wonders if I might be willing to “meet” Derek and Marie. To give Derek a little taste of fun. And give Marie a little shove and see how readily she’ll get on her knees.

I don’t have to think too long. Diane has a few pictures of Marie that she sends me. They look to me as if Marie was in the frame, but not the intended subject of the pictures, and cropped out for me. John is in a good portion of the ones she sends me, too. Derek isn’t in any of them. That makes sense since Derek wouldn’t be around whenever Diane was doing anything.

I’ve always liked variety. It’s the reason I share my toys with the “girls,” the group of Dommes I gossip with regularly. Nothing is more of a variety than a fresh sub. Especially one that’s never been on his or her knees before.

I was already thinking about which of my toys to play with today. Jill, my doctor-toy, was on the top five list. It’s been a while since I’ve visited her. She’s probably my second choice for today, but that’s mostly because her office is in Destin, Florida, and that’s a good hour’s drive from here. She’s a pediatrician, the only one in that small town, and she prefers to keep her play very quiet. I can understand that. In a town like Evergreen, where the Baptist churches outnumber the houses, if it were known, she’d lose every patient she had just because. Usually, I have Jill come here to play. But I have gone to her office before. I just took care to make sure even the nosiest didn’t notice anything.

But it immediately gives me an idea. Why not take care of three toys with one session? Plus, if Derek and Marie aren’t interested, I still have Jill to amuse myself with. Even though Diane assures me she’s extremely confident that neither of them will run.

I ask Diane to call Marie. Since Marie is the one who approached Diane about arranging something for Derek, that shouldn’t get Marie’s suspicions up. I have Diane tell Marie that she’s working on arranging something for Derek. However, before anyone will take a “fresh” toy (one that’s never played with anyone before) everyone she knows insists on a doctor’s check for him. After all, there’s no knowing what he’s done with who before now. And everyone wants to keep her toys healthy. To speed things along, Diane has scheduled a 12:30 appointment for Derek with a doctor that “everyone” trusts — Jill. Marie is to bring Derek to Jill’s office for his check-up.

Diane tells me that she’ll do it. A few minutes later I get a text from Diane telling me that Marie will have Derek there. I call Jill and tell her that I expect to see her at her office at noon today. She should be there, or her bottom will wish she were on time.

Then I close my eyes and start thinking. I really can’t plan even the broadest outline for this session. I don’t know enough about either of the toys to do that. And Diane doesn’t know anything more than I do. But Diane does send me the few, sparse notes she has on John’s sessions. They’re in Danish, but that’s okay, Google translate can take care of that in a couple of clicks. They’re sparse, too. There’s barely enough there to know what John did, and little about Marie, except how Diane saw John use her. Nothing at all about Marie’s attitude or demeanor. And those are the things I’d like to know! Oh well, not everyone can have notes that are little stories!

I arrive at Jill’s office just before noon. Jill is already there, sitting in her office waiting for me. She’s helpfully left the front door unlocked for me, too, even though I have a key to it. I leave it unlocked, too. I don’t know if Marie will be early. Marie doesn’t know this is a session. She thinks it’s a doctor’s appointment, and most people try to be a few minutes early for those.

I’d love to surprise Jill, but that’s impossible. The door has a chime on it, and it’s next to impossible to defeat it. So, it chimes and announces my arrival. I’m barely across the waiting room when I see Jill hurrying out of her office to meet me.

“On your knees, you dumb slut!” I snap the instant I catch sight of her.

Jill is a fairly attractive 38-year-old woman. She’s 5’6″ tall and weighs 138 pounds. It makes her average for a woman her age. She’s dressed casually today, but she tends to dress a little on the casual side anyway. It’s a small enough town that no one really expects to see anyone, even the doctor, in an expensive suit. There isn’t much that’s expensive in this county.

Jill has long and light blond hair that hangs down to the middle of her back. It’s silky fine and straight. It’s long enough to hang down over her breasts if she’d let it, but she keeps it back. Even when she’s not working. Today she has it put up in a ponytail, which she usually does when she’s planning to see patients. It keeps it from flying everywhere while she’s trying to work.

Jill has a fairly ovalish face. It has soft, gentle lines that turn moderately strong and angular at her chin. She has green eyes under fine, well-teased eyebrows. Those are blond as well. She has a slightly long and narrow nose with a sharp line to its top. And she has a modestly wide mouth framed with a pair of plush, light pink lips.

Today she has on a pair of slightly snug jeans with a white silk blouse and sneakers. The jeans are just tight enough to show the shape of her body without actually looking tight on her. The blouse, however, is loose-fitting and hides her breasts. She really doesn’t have a reason to hide those, either.

The instant I say for her to, Jill drops down to her knees. She opens her knees, sitting back with her bottom between her heels. She puts her hands behind her back. She sits up straight. She humbly casts her eyes downward to her feet as befitting a slut in the presence of her Queen.

“That’s better, slut,” I teasingly tell Jill. “Now show me those useless boobs, slut. Give me that shirt.”

Jill doesn’t hesitate to unbutton her shirt and reveal a lacy silk bra. It’s white, but it almost has to be white under the white blouse or it would show. It’s a half-cup bra, leaving about half of her decently ample breasts bare at the top and the insides. It also shows off a nice, deep cleft of cleavage for me.

Jill folds her shirt and gives it to me. We’re in the hall, between the exam rooms now, and the door to the waiting room has shut behind me. I take the shirt. “Now give me that ugly bra, slut.”

Jill doesn’t hesitate to take that off, either. It bares her breasts. She makes no effort to cover them as she folds her bra up and hands that to me as well, leaving her nude from the waist up. She looks good on her knees, in jeans, and with her breasts bare. I say nothing. Jill puts her hands behind her again, letting me see those breasts.

Jill is a solid 34-B cup. Her breasts are firm and well-rounded. And not just for her age. They rise off her chest like half melons, almost fully rounded. But now that they’re free of the constraining bra, they angle outward slightly giving her a wide V of cleavage.

Each rounded mound is topped with a wide ring of deep pink. And each ring has an equally wide and dark nipple centered in it. Her nipples are rock hard already, standing up almost a full 1/4″ from the rounded tips of those mounds. They have fully rounded tips of their own, but they also have straight sides to them. They look, to me, like tiny rods rising up. Just rods that have rounded tips to them.

And now I can see half of Jill’s body. She has lean shoulders that just slightly show the outlines of her collar bones. She has a flat stomach under it, but there is a slight looseness to the flesh of her stomach. Not enough for it to sag even a fraction of an inch. Just enough for it to look as if it’s lost some of its elasticity. There’s also a faint surgical scar on her stomach, from her navel down about two inches. It ends well above her pubes. I don’t know what that’s from but being a student nurse, I can guess that it was intestinal by the position of it. Too high for anything “female” and too well centered for anything like an appendectomy or gall bladder. It’s light and well-faded, so it’s at least ten, maybe 20 years old. Barely noticeable. But maybe what loosened that skin up a bit. None of the rest of her skin has loosened yet.

“Shoes, slut,” I tell Jill.

In a way, this is a first for Jill. I’ve never made her strip on her knees before. Usually, I have my toys strip on their feet like normal humans. But Jill discovers that she can easily reach her sneakers now. Her hands aren’t far from them anyway, not with her bottom between her heels. She fumbles badly as she tries to untie them without being able to see them. It’s not easy with them upside-down, the tops of her feet against the floor instead of the soles, either. But, after a minute or so, Jill gets them off and hands them over. I call for her socks next. She gets those off a little easier.

It leaves me just her jeans and panties to call for. I’m sure Jill is already wondering how she’ll get those off while on her knees. I know it’s not going to be easy. Loose jeans would be a little easier, too. Oh, well. Too bad for Jill. I call for her jeans.

I stand over her and watch as she unbuttons and unzips them. Then I watch, almost laughing at her, as she struggles to wiggle them down off her narrow hips and over her bottom. Then she has no choice but to lift her thighs up slightly. They’re pressed firmly against the backside of her calves and there’s no way those jeans are coming down without her lifting them slightly. She tries to squirm up quickly, so I won’t notice her cheating. I do, but I don’t say anything because I know she has no choice. Jill has to raise her knees up a hair to work the jeans over them. Then she struggles them down her calves and over her feet. She folds them and hands them to me.

Jill’s panties come down the same way. They’re minimalist, little more than a small triangle of silk that covers her pubes and flows down over her mound. They even have a spaghetti strap around her hips. But they are trimmed with lace. And they’re no bigger in the back than they are in the front.

Jill has a firm, fairly well-rounded bottom. She has cheeks that are full, but firmly spongy. They have a defined rounded arc to their bottoms. Their inside edges touch each other enough to fully close off her crack, but not so much as to make it look like they’re pressed against each other. More as if they’re just lying against each other.

In front, Jill has flat, smoothly shaven pubes. There, her skin is taut. And she has a fairly flat mound between her lean thighs. Despite its flatness, I can still make out the top of the fine line of her slit.

And Now Jill is mostly nude on her knees. It’s how I want her. It’s how a slut should be. All she has on is her watch and wedding ring. I imagine that she didn’t wear anything more today, knowing that I’d make her take it off anyway. But today I don’t tell her to take it off.

Instead, I point Jill to the pile of her clothes and tell her to pick it up and follow me. There are five exam rooms in the office, about as many as a single doctor can utilize. Three are generic pediatric rooms. One has slightly larger equipment in it, for larger patients. The last is set up for infants. I lead her to the infant’s room, the one I know we won’t be using for anything. Everything here is just too small. Even the table. That exam table isn’t much bigger than an end table, or so it looks.

I lead Jill in there. I’ve thought about teasing Jill before the others arrive, but now that I think about it, I doubt I have the time for too much of a tease. I don’t want to leave the others sitting in the waiting room for too long. It’s not as if the receptionist is out there. Other than Jill there’s no one here today. It’s why I picked today. I know Jill doesn’t want anyone else to see this scene!

“Listen to me carefully, you stupid slut,” I tell Jill. “You have a 12:30 appointment. A little boy needs a very complete physical. He doesn’t know what a filthy slut you are, so try not to act too slutty around him, OK, slut?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jill answers.

“Good. Slave and Newbie here will be your nurses today. Consider me… an RNP today.” I tell Jill.

I’m sure she’s noticed Sophie and Elisha following me around. Elisha was already at my apartment. Saturday is her day to come. She’s an 18-year-old college student from Georgia. Her father asked me to look after her while she’s in Mobile for college. It didn’t take me long to figure out that he meant far more than making sure she studied. Nor did it take me long to realize that Elisha wanted that much, and even more. I try to see her once or twice during the week. And then on Saturdays, she comes over to my apartment and spends the day learning to serve obediently. Just like Paige, my live-in house-slave. Naked. On her knees. Elisha doesn’t ever get any clothes in my apartment. Just a pair of police-issue leg irons for her ankles and a hot pink collar for her neck.

I gave her clothes for the ride to Evergreen, though. I kind of had to. I turn to Elisha and Sophie and tell both to strip as well. Both immediately start taking their clothes off and folding them neatly. A minute later I have the two of them standing beside Jill in a line. Neither Sophie nor Elisha has any more of an idea of what I have in mind than Jill does.

I tell Jill to “dress these slaves up like proper nurses.” I know Jill has a linen closet full of extra scrubs and such. Since it is a pediatrician’s office, all of them are decorated with cartoon characters. I have my own on. Mine are just plain crimson with “USA Health” embroidered on them. They’re the same ones I wear when interning at the hospital. Around here, USA Health is well known. They have a small community hospital in Evergreen, the only one in the county, and most of their patients end up getting transferred to USA hospital in Mobile anyway. There could be 1000 reasons why someone from USA was working in this office.

Once Jill has found both Sophie and Elisha a set of scrubs that fits, and a few other accessories like stethoscopes to make them look rather “nursey,” I tell Sophie to find some scrubs for Jill. Then all three have cartoon scrubs on. Sophie and Elisha in Sponge Bob, Jill in Big Bird. Works for me.

I lead everyone out to the reception desk, behind the closed window from the waiting room. Then we wait. Luckily, it’s not long before Marie arrives, Derek following her in. And to my surprise, John tagging along as well. I thought Diane would tell him not to come. Or summon him herself. I thought she was just sending Marie and Derek.

I open the window and greet them in the usual fashion. I hand them a stack of forms to fill out and ask for their insurance card. I don’t see any reason why Jill can’t bill for a check-up. She deserves it more than the insurance company does! Luckily for me, Jill’s receptionist left a few clipboards set up with the new patient forms on them. It saved Jill the trouble of finding them. I copy their insurance card wondering if Jill will dare to submit a bill. I decide she won’t. She won’t want to run the risk of her office manager asking about this check-up. I’ll make sure it’s done for Jill.

Chapter Two – The Patient And His Mommy

Sophie is almost a certified vet tech. She has a week of classes left. Since she has a solid A average, I’m sure that week won’t affect her graduating. Or getting her certificate. It’s as close to a nurse as I have here, other than me, and I have something else to do. Sophie and Elisha get to be the nurses today. I just hope Derek doesn’t notice that they’re clueless nurses.

I tell Sophie to “play nurse and not a naughty nurse.” I tell her to go get Derek and take him to exam two. And I give Sophie very detailed instructions on how to get Derek ready for his physical. I know she’ll follow them exactingly.

Then I stay with Elisha and Jill in the office area and watch through a cracked door as Sophie goes to the waiting room and calls Derek’s name. Derek stands up and starts walking to Sophie. I know his eyes are on Sophie, too. She’s his age and rather pretty. Most guys do look at Sophie. Many look even closer once they find out she’s not opposed to being with another girl, too. But Derek doesn’t have a clue about that. None of them have a clue that this is anything more than a checkup for Derek.

Marie starts to get up as well. I thought she might. Sophie quickly tells Marie to wait here. Someone will be out to talk to her shortly. Derek is a big boy; he might be more comfortable without mommy. Marie sits back down. John never even started to get up.

Sophie walks Derek back to the exam room. I’ve told her to have Derek change into a gown and nothing but. Then to get his height and weight. Derek can sit on the table and wait for “the doctor” after that. I figure that will take Sophie a few minutes.

While Sophie is doing that, I’m telling Jill what I want her to do. Derek will be getting a full, a real, check-up. There’s no sense in wasting the appointment! Jill is to take her time and be very thorough. She’s to drag the exam out until I come in and tell her otherwise. She’s to examine everything except his cock, balls, and bottom. Those are to be left untouched until I come in.

It’s about ten minutes before Sophie comes out of the exam room. As I’ve told her to, she comes right back to the office and tells me that Derek is ready for “Dr. Slut.” She also tells me that Derek is 5’11” and weighs 192 pounds.

I tell Elisha that she’s to be Jill’s nurse for a few minutes. And I warn Jill that Elisha has no idea about nursing. She might know what a band-aid is, but don’t expect anything more from her. And don’t let Derek figure out that Elisha isn’t a real nurse. Jill can get creative to make sure he doesn’t notice that Elisha can’t tell a stethoscope from a microscope. Or something like that. Then again, Elisha is a graphic design major. Not exactly a health care field. But she’ll have to do.

I go to exam room three. It’s one of the generic pediatric exam rooms. I tell Sophie to go ask Marie to come back and talk to me. As I’m slipping into the exam room, I see Sophie opening the door to the waiting room. As soon as I have Marie in the exam room, Jill is supposed to go take care of Derek. Elisha will tell me if Jill doesn’t follow my directions exactly, too.

It’s only about a minute before Sophie leads Marie into the exam room. “This is Miss Rodgers, she’s our nurse practitioner. That’s like in between a doctor and a nurse.” Sophie introduces me to Marie.

“Hello… I assume you know that Ms. Braun asked us to give Derek a complete physical?” I greet Marie.

Marie looks to be about 5’6″ to me. And about 140 pounds, give or take a little. With a loose-fitting blouse on it’s not so easy for me to guess. But I’m close. I’ve had enough practice guessing.

Marie has long medium blond hair. It’s silky and fine, hanging down straight to the bottom of her shoulder blades. It frames a face that’s just slightly on the oval side, but also has smooth and rounded flowing lines to it. She has green eyes. She has a decidedly average nose, neither long nor short and neither wide nor narrow. It has rounded lines, too, except along the top where it has a flat line. Marie also has a wide mouth framed with moderately full and soft lips. I can see a few wrinkle lines around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth when she tries to fake a smile. But it’s not bad for a woman her age.

Mostly what I notice is how heavily her makeup is applied. She has bright blue eye shadow on. It matches her blouse nicely. She has on bright, deep red lipstick that keeps me from seeing the natural color of her lips. She has on enough base and powder that I can’t really see the skin under it. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are a few spots of cover-up under that powder, too. It’s not bad, not as trashy as a whore’s makeup. It’s more like a woman overcompensating and trying her hardest to look good. Overdoing it just a little, too.

Marie tells me that she does. She doesn’t ask me why Diane wanted it. I figure with Diane having owned John for so long, Marie has learned not to bother asking the why. Diane would never explain anything. Marie must just assume we won’t here, either. And I wouldn’t. But I thought she might ask me.

I ask Marie several questions about Derek. Benign ones, the same ones any nurse would ask a mother about a young boy she’d brought into the pediatrician. Marie answers them all readily. They have the desired effect of quickly putting Marie at ease.

“I understand that you’re concerned about Derek’s sexual experimentation with Ashley…” I ask Marie. “Have you seen some kind of injury or anything?”

“No, I haven’t…” Marie admits with a slight trace of reluctance in her voice. It’s as if she wishes she could say there was. Wishes that there was some visible reason to come between him and Ashley.

“Has Derek been having an issue being satisfied with her? Does he climax?”

“I… don’t think there have been any problems… he’s never said…” Marie sounds slightly lost as if she never imagined that we might ask anything like that. Despite what she told Diane.

I ask her a few more questions. I really don’t care about the answers to any of them. I just want her to think that Diane asked us to look into it. It wouldn’t matter anyway. It’s soon clear to me that Marie’s impressions are based on two scenes that she saw. Neither of which Derek knows she saw. And neither of which Derek is willing to talk to her about. Duh.

The first scene she peeked through a door that was ajar. Derek was standing, bent over, while Ashley spanked him with her hand. Boring, in my opinion. Ashley had her clothes on. Derek didn’t. But he was clearly liking it, despite the noise he was making.

The second scene Marie glimpsed had Derek on his knees. Nude. Ashley had her clothes on then, too. She had a tie around his neck as if it were a leash. And Derek was saying “yes, Miss Ashley” to something. Boring, to me. It’s like something they saw in a BS porno movie and were just reenacting. It does make me agree with Diane’s opinion that Ashley is clueless.

And now it’s time for the hardest part of the session. For me, that is. I have to make up a reason to do more than just ask Marie a few questions. Worse, it has to be a believable reason for Marie. I decide to go with something unrelated to the topic of sex. It will be much more believable.

I tell Marie that we’ve noticed Derek showing some minor signs of “improper nutrition,” as if he’s been eating a diet heavily slanted towards junk food. Also known, on campus, as just plain “food.” College students aren’t known for the best nutritional choices. Ramen constitutes an entire food group, as do pizza, burgers, and wings. I ask if Marie has been preparing supper for her family as a proper wife does. Marie tells me that she does, and that Derek almost always eats with them.

I figured that would be the answer. Marie is a housewife, not a working woman. And I know Diane prefers that her toys have a traditional family life when the wife doesn’t work. She likes those wives doing things like that.

“Well… either Derek has been cheating a lot, or there’s something wrong with the food you’ve been using. That can happen. Sometimes grocery stores just buy the cheapest things and overprice them to make you think they’re good.

“There’s really only one way to be certain,” I tell Marie. As I do I put my hand to her back and start nudging her towards the exam table. She starts moving, but I can see her wondering what’s happening. “I’ll need a stool sample from someone else in the house for comparison. You wouldn’t mind donating to help us keep Derek healthy, would you, Marie?” I ask with a slight taunt in voice, as if I’m daring her to say no.

It really leaves Marie little choice but to agree. What kind of a mother would object? Or so Marie must be thinking. She starts stuttering as I nudge her right up to the table. “I guess so…” Marie sounds reluctant and surprised. I’m sure she’s thinking of a reason to object, but she can’t come up with one. Even though she’s never heard of such a thing before.

I put both hands to Marie’s hips. “Great, it will only take a second. Just hop up on this table.” I tell Marie.

Marie starts hesitantly climbing up on the table. It’s really too small for an adult patient. It’s made for kids about 10 years old. Jill only has one room with a full-sized table, and I’ve decided that one will stay empty today.

She turns and uses her hands to lift her hips up a little to scoot her bottom onto the table. Then Marie just sort of hesitates, as if she’s growing more and more reluctant to move off her bottom. And as if she’s unsure how she’s expected to lie on the smallish table.

I put my hands to Marie’s shoulders and gently, but firmly, guide her as I nudge her to lie on her side. I put her head close to one end of the table. I take hold of Marie’s legs and move them, bending her waist a full ninety degrees. Then I take hold of her feet and bring them back, bend her knees about 45 degrees. I have to in order to get her feet on the table.

Marie lies, fidgeting about as if trying to get comfortable. I doubt she’ll ever get comfortable. She looks to be too nervous to me. “Nurse, bring me a collection kit,” I tell Sophie. She’s seen enough of them to know what to get. I keep a few in the playroom at home, just in case I might want one for some tease.

While Sophie, my nurse this afternoon, is finding one in Jill’s cabinets, I put my hands to the front of the waistband of Marie’s slacks. She’s wearing a pair of loose-fitting khaki slacks today with a nice light blue flora print blouse over them. It’s casual, but it’s also higher end. Something a wealthier woman would wear.

“Now you just relax, Marie, I’ll do everything, and this will only take a few seconds, okay…” I tell Marie in a rather soft and reassuring voice. As I do, I’m already unbuttoning her slacks for her. I doubt Marie is realizing that this isn’t the way things happen at a doctor’s office. They don’t take your clothes off for you, except in a trauma center where they’re likely to cut them off. I doubt Marie is thinking about much at all. She seems occupied fidgeting and showing off how uneasy she is. I’ll keep going quickly. It won’t give Marie any time to think about what’s going on.

I slip my fingers under the waistband of her slacks. I quickly feel the waistband of a pair of panties, too. I slip my fingers under those as well, opting to expose Marie as quickly as I can. Dragging it out, while slightly more interesting for me, will only give her time to think.

Thankfully, her pants are loose. It makes it easy for me to slip them down and fully bare her bottom. And that’s what I do, hearing Marie suck in a slightly squealy breath as she feels my hands slipping her panties down so quickly. I’m sure the squeal is mostly just the surprise of it happening so quickly.

I rate Marie’s bottom as average. It’s nothing spectacular, but it’s not bad for a 46-year-old woman, either. As I expose it, it’s already pulled decently taut by the bend of her waist. Even so, I can tell her cheeks have a touch of softness to them. They look flat as they flow down from her back, then round nicely as they curve around to flow softly into her thighs. There’s almost no line to denote the bottoms of her cheeks and the tops of her thighs. It’s more just smooth flesh.

Marie has a fairly short crack, at least lying on her side. It’s fully closed, the inside edges of her cheeks fully and flush against each other. Her cheeks look to have a touch of softness to them letting her top cheek lie a little more against the bottom one.

There’s also no missing Marie’s pussy. Her thighs are lying together, their inside flush and firm against each other. But, despite her closed thighs, I can see her mound puffing out to the rear. I can see that her long, and narrow lips are smoothly fresh-shaven. I can see that her lips are thick and plump. I can see that they don’t come anywhere close to meeting, leaving a wide gash between them. And I can see almost all of her loose, wrinkly inner folds poking out from that gash.

I already had on a pair of my pastel green latex gloves. I didn’t know if Jill would have a size small, which I wear, so I brought my own. I hate loose gloves!

I reach my hand to Marie’s cheek. I can feel a softness to it, like a wet sponge. But still with some firmness to it. Enough so that I’m sure Marie’s bottom will look good with her standing. It looks fairly good with her lying this way. I lie my thumb along her cheek, just above her crack, running parallel to it. I lift her globe up high, stretching her crack wide open.

That reveals Marie’s small asshole. There’s a decent-sized swath of medium-dark pink flesh. But her ring is slightly small. Counting the muscle around it, it’s no bigger than a dime. It funnels inward moderately, its sides smooth but lined with countless fine wrinkles. And a single prominent wrinkle at the bottom which flows about halfway back to her pussy. At the center, it’s just a little speck of darkness. It’s an asshole that hasn’t seen much use. And a cute one. One that’s going to be amusing to tease.

Sophie puts the collector in my hand. It’s just a pencil-thin stick of plastic with an oval head like the eye of a needle on it. That head is about the size of a penny. But it has a tapered tip to it.

I put the tip of it against the dark point at the center of Marie’s asshole. “Try to just relax for me, Marie. It doesn’t hurt.” I tell her. Then I press gently. The tip easily pushes the ring of muscle, pulling it oval before stretching it slightly and pushing right through. As soon as the tip has pushed through Marie’s asshole, I see her muscle clenching down hard around the narrow shaft. It does nothing to slow the slim shaft from slipping right through.

“Relax, Marie, it will be a bit more comfortable for you if you aren’t so tensed up.” Now that I have the tip fully inside Marie’s bottom I’m going rather slowly. It’s too late for Marie to change her mind. It’s inside her bottom already. And I can see that Marie isn’t thinking about anything else now. I’m sure she’s just praying for it to be over with.

“Lie still, Marie. I need to get a fresh sample from the back of your rectum. You’ll feel a little pressure as I do…” I tell Marie in a voice that’s intentionally as false as it is reassuring. It’s a little taunt for Marie.

“Your anus is rather tight, Marie. You aren’t into anal sex, are you?”

“No…” Marie answers in a voice that’s squealy, very embarrassed, and hushed. And nervous. It’s a voice that says for me to stop talking to her and hurry up.

“AH!” Marie blurts out as I feel the light resistance that tells me the tip of the collector has found the back of Marie’s rectum. It’s the point where it’s slightly uncomfortable for Marie. I hold the tip against the back, dragging out her discomfort for a good two or three seconds more than the half-second I actually need. I give the shaft a little twirl to spin the tip. That strokes the sides of that needle’s eye over the insides of Marie’s rectum, filling the opening in it with her waste.

Marie breathes out a deep breath of relief as I start backing it out again. I slow down a little more. “Marie, from here I can see just how moist your labia are. Have you had sex recently? Within the last day?”

“No…” Marie answers in her embarrassed voice.

“Do you have a satisfying sex life with your husband?”

“Yes!” Marie’s voice stays embarrassed and squealy but takes on a touch of insistence with her answer. It’s just enough insistence for me to wonder if she’s sure or trying to convince me of it. As if there might be a little something lacking in it.

“OOH!” Marie squeals as the wider tip of the collector pulls slowly back out through her asshole. As Marie is breathing out another breath of relief, I quickly pass the used collector off to Sophie. Out of Marie’s sight, Sophie will toss it in the trash. I don’t have any real use for it. It was nothing more than a made-up excuse to stick Marie in the butt, and thus to get her pants down.

“Let me take a quick look, then…” I nonchalantly say to Marie. Before Marie hears what I say, much less realizes what I mean, my fingers are on the edges of her pussy lips. I feel that they’re as soft and loose as they look. And plump.

I push her lips apart. It really doesn’t expose much more of her pinkness. Most of it was already on display for me. It does let me see Marie’s clit. It’s wide, almost as wide as the tip of my little finger. It’s standing a good bit up above the knotty ridgeline where those long, loose folds flow together. Her folds gape slightly, too. It lets me see all the way into her pussy. And see the entrance of her tunnel. I don’t need to spread anything to see the thick layer of clear honey, gooey and fresh, that clings to everything.

Nor do I miss the faint pulsing of her clit. I didn’t expect to see that. Not this soon at least. That’s a sure sign that she’s hotly aroused. And I haven’t done anything with her yet. Except kind of… take charge and poke her butt. Which she either hated or pretended to hate. I’m going with the second choice.

I put the tip of a finger flat atop the bulging nub of Marie’s clit.

“OOOHHHHH!” Marie blurts out a loud, edgy squeal as a crisp shiver flows over her body. As her squeal fades, I hear her breathing faster and deeper, as if trying to force herself to be still. To not react to it. After a second, I see a tiny bit of her honey start weeping out of the entrance of her tunnel. She’s not hiding anything from me.

I casually let my thumb come up to her clit. As I do I shift my finger around to the side. Marie almost manages to mute another squeal as I move my fingers over her hard nub. I pinch her nub lightly. Just enough for me to feel the stone-like hardness of it. And to feel the pulsing of it. It’s starting to throb even harder. Marie will be feeling that. It will ache more for relief.

“Marie, clearly you are very aroused. There’s no missing just how moist your vagina is. Or how hard your clitoris is. You really shouldn’t be aroused for your doctor, should you?”

“No…” Marie’s voice is hushed a little more than it was. And a lot more embarrassed.

“Obviously, it’s been quite some time since your body has been sexually satisfied fully. But it’s your lucky day. We’re slow enough that I have time for an extra patient. Since you’re already here, I’ll just go ahead and give you an exam, too. That way I can see if there’s something wrong with your genitals, or if it’s just that you haven’t been properly using them. I’m sure Ms. Braun will want to know.”

“You don’t have to!” Marie blurts out rather nervously. “I don’t play with her! Just my husband!”

I give a little wiggle of my fingers. The fingers I still have Marie’s clit pinched between.

“OOHHHHH!” Marie shrieks out loudly. A very hard and crisp shiver flows over her from head to toe. I keep rolling the nub between my fingers for half of a second and watch as Marie keeps shuddering with the sharp tremors.

“I think we’ve already established that your body is rather needy. So needy that it’s getting aroused at inappropriate times. You need to be examined. You will not argue with me, Marie. Am I clear?”

“Yes…” Marie squeaks out so hushed that I can barely hear it. I don’t think Sophie does hear it, even though she’s only a few away from me.

I decide that now is as good of a time as any to let Marie subtly know where she stands. “Marie, you will be polite here. Good boys and girls are polite to the adults. Now, is it clear that you will be a very good little girl and behave so that you can be examined?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Marie squeaks out in the same voice. Maybe with a little more humiliation in it. Perfect!

“Good girl, Marie!” I enthusiastically tell her. “Now you will stand up and give my nurse your clothes. She will get you a gown. Got it, Marie?”

“Yes, MAAAAAAA’AM!” Marie starts to answer in her humiliated voice. I give her clit another little wiggle with my fingers. It turns her mousy answer into a shrieked squeal.

I take my fingers away and tell Marie to get to her feet now.

Marie grabs hold of her pants as she shifts around. She pulls them back up to try and hide her pubes as she gets to her feet.

“Marie come over here,” Sophie tells her. Sophie is already waiting for Marie over by the wall. There’s a little chair there. It makes the perfect place for Marie’s clothes to go. “Take all your clothes off, fold them nicely, and make a little pile on that chair,” Sophie tells her. Then Sophie stands about three or four feet back from Marie and just glares at her.

Marie hugs her arms to her body for a moment. Then she must realize that Sophie isn’t going to turn away. Marie turns her back to Sophie and starts very reluctantly undressing.

It tells me that Marie’s decision is made. She’s going to submit to whatever I want her to do. I’m not sure if she’s thinking enough to have figured out that this isn’t a trip to the doctor yet. She looks rather uncomfortable. She looks to me as if there’s only one thought running through her head. That she’s about to get naked, poked, and prodded. And worse, that I’ve already seen what a slut she is.

It takes Marie a couple of minutes to get undressed, even though she doesn’t have that much on. Certainly nothing complex, with a bunch of straps and such. Just slacks and a blouse. When she’s done, Marie stands facing the wall, her arms hugged tightly to the front of her body. She says nothing. She just stands there, cringing hard.

Sophie takes charge, firmly telling Marie to come over to the scale and be weighed “before clothes add any more pounds.” Marie sort of shuffles her feet over the floor, trying to stay facing the wall as she moves over.

Sophie isn’t one to tolerate anything. Certainly not modesty. She knows I don’t care for that modesty. She quickly, and rather firmly, scolds Marie to stand “like a woman, not a mouse.” She has Marie stand up straight on the scale, her hands behind her back. Then Sophie loudly announces that Marie weighs 142 pounds. Marie cringes hard.

Sophie tells Marie to “turn around and face me, and I’ll give you a gown to put on.” It makes it clear to Marie that she won’t get that gown until she turns around and shows her body to Sophie and me.

Very hesitantly Marie turns around.

Marie has a fairly lean-looking body. Those pounds really don’t show on it. She definitely doesn’t have a reason not to want to show her body.

Marie has a flat stomach. And the skin on it is still rather taut and elastic, not loose. And it doesn’t show any stretch marks from a pregnancy either, so she’s obviously taken very good care of herself. She has lean legs and arms, too. I can see just a bit of looseness to the flesh there, and I can see a bit of definition of the muscles underneath. It tells me that she has little body fat. As if she works out regularly trying to keep herself looking good.

From the front, I can see that her pubes are fully shaven. There isn’t a hair to be seen. And they’re freshly shaven as if she shaved before coming. Or at least this morning. Good girl. I can see the mound of her pussy puffing down between the tops of her thighs. It’s as puffy as I thought it would be. And her gash looks just as wide from the front. And it looks deep, the ridgeline not rising up to the outside of her lips. But further back, I can see those folds sticking out past her lips.

Marie has a pair of very firm breasts. They’re modest, I’m guessing B cups on a 34″ bust line. But they’re very rounded and full. They lie against her chest with only the tiniest of a crease and then swell outward like half melons. Hard half melons. They sit at the center of her chest, the edges of her mounds seemingly touching each other at her cleavage. But then they angle outward slightly as they rise off her chest, giving her cleavage a deep V shape.

Light pink rings slightly larger than sliver dollars top each ring. There’s a short, moderately wide nipple centered in each that’s just as faint a shade of pink as the ring around it. So faint that it barely contrasts with the white flesh of her mound. Her nipples have well-rounded tips to them, rising like half marbles from the tips of her even more rounded mounds.

Sophie, with a nod from me, finally holds out a gown for Marie. Marie grabs it quickly and hurries to pull it on. She hurries enough that she fumbles and actually slows herself down a bit.

The gown looks comical on her. I knew it would. It’s pediatric, so it’s too small for her. It just barely covers the mound of her pussy and her bottom. I’ll bet there isn’t a full centimeter of fabric hanging lower than her mound. Her breasts push the front of it out noticeably, too. And it’s decorated with my favorite cartoon, Road Runner. It’s childish and looks like it.

Chapter Three – Mommy’s Help

I spent about fifteen minutes giving Marie a mostly complete check-up. Naturally, I made sure to include an extensive pelvic exam. Complete with a rectal exam, too, although that was a basic one. Just enough for her to feel my finger inside her bottom and remind her that I’ve now checked every bit of her over.

I only learned one thing of interest on her exam. Her breasts are natural, not fake. As fully rounded as they are, and firm, they could have been implants. But one squish told me they were too firm for that. Implants are liquid in bags basically, and with some attentive squishing it can be felt. Hers are just firm with only a slight sponginess to them.

Obviously, I didn’t have any real reason to examine Marie. I did it for one reason. It got Marie naked, except for a degrading gown she’d probably prefer to be without anyway. It gave me an excuse to inspect every bit of her body. And it put Marie in a slightly submissive position, having to lie there while I poked and prodded her body without her objecting to anything. She endured that well.

Once I’m done, I tell Marie to stand up. It takes her a few seconds to get up. She fidgets around as she does, trying to cover herself with the gown, despite its size. She really doesn’t have a chance of covering with it. But she gets an A for effort. Finally, she ends up on her feet, hugging her arms to her body, and trying to use them to pull the front of the gown down a bit more. It doesn’t work very well.

“Come along, Marie. If you can manage to be polite you may come with me to check in on Derek.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Marie says. It’s an offer no mother would refuse — to check in on her child. Even her 19-year-old child.

A look of shock erupts on Marie’s face when she sees that I start leading her to the door instead of having Sophie return her clothes first. I don’t hesitate, I just open the door. “Come along, Marie,” I tell her again, this time with some firmness in my voice.

Marie tries hard to pull that little gown down even further. It’s not going anywhere. She starts following me, her steps slightly short as she struggles to keep the gown down. Walking alone is enough that her thighs keep pushing it up and flashing her pubes. Like any exam gown, it’s open in the back, leaving her bottom partly visible at the center.

Derek is in the exam room just across the hall. It makes for a short walk. As I lead Marie across the hall, Sophie follows along as well.

I open the door and usher Marie into the room. Jill has Derek lying on his side as she ostensibly examines his spine. I can tell that Jill is just wasting time, not really doing anything, but faking it well. It’s what I told her to do. I told her to keep the exam going until I got here and told her to stop. I’m sure, if I took long enough with Marie, Jill would keep finding something to check Derek for, even if it was some obscure Klingon disease. Jill knows too well what horrors would await her if she displeased me.

It has Derek’s back to the door, so he doesn’t see us come in. He does have his gown on, his decorated with Yosemite Sam, but it’s fully open in the back to allow Jill access to his spine. And that has his bottom bare.

It’s the first good look I get at Derek. I’d already seen enough in the waiting room, even with his clothes on, to tell that he wouldn’t have a firm, hard, toned, or athletic body. His shape is more slightly on the dumpy side. Not enough so that he would have trouble getting dates, but enough that it’s noticeable.

Now I can see that Derek already has a few extra pounds on him. I’ll bet Marie knew it, too. Maybe that’s why my ruse about his nutrition works so easily on her.

He’s not fat. But he does have a few extra pounds on his stomach. Just enough that he has straight sides and that his stomach looks slightly loose. But not so much so that it hangs down. There isn’t even a crease to it. Just a softness that says he’s had a few bags too many of potato chips. His legs look about the same, decently shaped but with some looseness to their flesh.

He’s hairy, too. He has a moderately dense coat of black hair covering most of his chest and stomach. It covers his legs, too, and from the elbow down, his arms. It flows down onto his pubes where it starts to grow even denser. And then, just above his cock, it ends. His balls look to be shaven hairless, a look I don’t care for. It leaves the sides of his cock exposed as well.

As he lies on his side, I can see his bottom. His cheeks look moderately soft and loose. Not so much so that they will sag, but enough that they’re not going to be hard and strong when he stands. They have a decent fur coat of black hairs as well. They have a full, deep crack, too.

“Oh, we’re just in time,” I say to Marie with a slight tease in my voice. “The doctor hasn’t started his rectal exam yet!” I think I see a sharp flinch run through Derek as he hears what he’s in store for.

I walk Marie over and tell her to stand by Derek’s head and keep him company. Marie stands there, cringing slightly as she thinks about that comical gown she’s wearing. I’m sure Derek would love to ask her how she ended up in it.

Jill just goes on wasting time with a thorough check of Derek’s spine.

It leaves me free to slip over to the cabinets and start finding stuff. Unlike my cabinets, Jill’s are stocked for actual medical procedures. It takes me a few seconds to find what I’m after. I get out an IV bag filled with saline. It already has a length of tubing attached to it that’s about six feet long. And I find an enema nozzle. But it’s just a standard, generic one that’s about as thick as a pencil and four inches long. Shorter than the ones I prefer to use, but it will do just fine. It doesn’t take me but a second to thread the nozzle onto the end of the tubing. And I can do it all behind Derek’s back, so he doesn’t see what I’m doing.

I carry it over. I give Jill a quick nod so that she knows it’s time for her to stop wasting time. She does, immediately taking a short step back. Jill has been my toy for a while now. Long enough that with a single glace she knows what I’m going to do.

“Derek, you be a good boy and just lie still. We’ll give you a nice enema to clean your rectum out for a very thorough in-depth exam.” I use my reassuringly sweet voice. I’m sure I do anything but reassure him, though. I’m not trying to be comforting. Just to sound like it.

Before Derek can say anything, my gloved hand is on his top cheek. It’s definitely soft and squishy. I’d say it’s a little spongier than Marie’s were. And a lot hairier! Yuck! I never liked hairy butts. Not that it matters, these are Diane’s toys. This is just a favor to her. But there wouldn’t be a place in my toybox for Derek.

Especially not once I look over his hips and down at his cock. It’s fully soft now. Floppy, it’s no more than about 2″ long and 1/2″ thick, but it is circumcised to show off a nice, light pink head. It hangs down, its tip trying to reach the table he’s lying on.

With his cheek lifted, Derek starts fidgeting. He doesn’t squirm much, but there’s a good bit of nervousness to it. His crack, now stretched wide, is just as hairy as his cheeks are. The fur does thin out, but it also goes all the way to the ring of his asshole. His ring isn’t very big, no bigger than a penny. It’s light pink, almost the same shade as the head of his cock. It’s cinched tightly now. It puckers out just a tiny bit, too. The fur covers his crack all the way up to the pink puckered ring. That’s the only thing I can see that’s not covered with it.

I put the tip of the nozzle to the center of his asshole, pressing it gently against the dark little squiggly point at the center. Then I press.

“UH!” Derek more squeals a nervous whine than grunts as the thin tube of the nozzle pushes into his tight and unwelcoming asshole. It doesn’t take a full second for me to slip the full length of the short nozzle into his bottom. I hold it in place. Derek fidgets a little more nervously.

“Derek, you will be a big boy for me. I’m not asking. I’m telling you. You are going to behave. You will lie still while your rectum fills up with the enema. It would be a shame to have to do this more than once until you decide to be a good boy for your nurse.” I tell him in a soft, sugary, and very firm voice.

I quickly flip the clamp off the tubing. It lets the saline, little more than sterile water, begin to flow. Down the tube, through the nozzle, and right into Derek’s bottom.

“OOH!” Derek squeals out. His squeal isn’t uncomfortable yet, just very nervous. The first drops of the enema must have made it into his bowels. The enema will feel icy to him as its room temperature drops land on his 98-degree insides.

“Marie, why don’t you try being a good mommy and hold your little boy’s hands?” I tell Marie with a touch of scorn in my voice, as if it’s something she should have already been doing. She takes Derek’s hands. In a couple of seconds, Derek is gripping her hands rather firmly.

“UH!” Derek grunts, this time with a bit of strain in his voice. It’s an unwarranted strain, at least in my opinion. He doesn’t have more than three ounces or so of the saline in his bottom. That’s nowhere near enough for it to be uncomfortable yet. It’s just enough for him to start feeling the fluid filling his rectum and forcing it to begin stretching.

“UH!” Derek grunts again with a little more strain and nervousness in his voice. “How much more do I have to take, nurse?” Derek blurts out a very anxious question. “I really need to go… NOW!”

“No,” I tell Derek in my firmest voice. “Stop acting like a baby and be a big boy. Behave!”

Derek grunts again. And then again, each time with a little more discomfort in his voice.

“UH!… OH, NURSE! I HAVE TO GO NOW!” Derek squeals out rather nervously. He starts fidgeting hard, squirming around, his feet and legs wiggling. “UH!”

Derek gets up to about six ounces. It’s not much more than a disposable drug store enema would have filled him. It’s definitely not enough to have him feeling really uncomfortable yet. But it does have his attention. I’m sure he can feel the slight, and growing, pressure in his bowels now. I’m sure he feels an urge to get to the toilet stronger than he’s ever felt before. That’s just because he’s fuller than he’ll naturally allow himself to get before emptying. But nowhere near filled to his capacity yet.

“Oh. OW!” Derek cries out. At the same instant he cries out, his cock suddenly sprouts to full hardness. Derek lies on his side; his waist bent a full 90 degrees and his calves tucked back with his knees bent about ⅔ of the way. That’s what it took to get him on the pediatric table. It has his cock, and a pair of fairly ample balls, dangling down in front of his pubes and against the tops of his thighs. Or did. Now that cock stands up straight and rigid, sticking out about halfway between his thighs and stomach.

Unfortunately for Derek, it lets me see his cock at its full stiffness. I wouldn’t exactly nickname him “Mr. Ed.” More like “Shorty.” His cock is barely up to the five-inch mark, or so I guess. I’ll measure it later and publicly let everyone know just how inadequately it measures up. Five inches is the average mark. I’d say he’s just short of that. Nor is his cock thick. I would bet it’s not even a full inch across. I suddenly have pity for Ashley. Poor girl. A girl just needs more cock than Derek has to really satisfy her.

“UH!… UH, OW!” Derek grunts out again, each squeal growing a little more pleading, nervous, and strained than the one before it. He fidgets a little more energetically, too. I guess he doesn’t know that fidgeting, or any movement, is just making his bowels more uncomfortable. Oh, well. It won’t hurt him.

He manages to take another ounce or so, not quite up to the halfway point of the enema before he blurts out, “NURSE, PLEASE! I CAN’T WAIT!” Unfortunately for Derek, as he’s crying out for mercy, his cock starts twitching. At first, the twitches are faint. But it doesn’t take long for them to grow more and more powerful. Until there’s no missing his cock as it almost jumps up with every twitch.

“Derek! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Stop acting like some filthy creepy pervert. There’s no reason for you to have an erection now!” I scold Derek with a good bit of disapproval in my voice. I’ve gotten good at making it sound like I disapprove of anything.

Derek blushes. He cringes a little, too. His cock keeps on twitching eagerly. He fidgets a little more, his bottom still slowly filling with the enema.

I give Derek about a minute, ignoring his little whines. His cock is still as stiff as ever. “Derek,” I tell him in my firmest voice. “I thought you didn’t like this. We can’t do your rectal exam while your penis is erect. You’ll just have to lie there and wait until you get those filthy thoughts out of your creepy mind, little boy.”

Derek fidgets. He grunts out some rather strained groans. His hands grip Marie’s even tighter. “PLEASE, NURSE!” He cries out, his voice a desperate plea. “I’M GOING TO HAVE AN ACCIDENT! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO THAT! PLEASE, NURSE, I HAVE TO GO NOW!”

“No,” I tell Derek in my firmest voice. “You will lie there until we’ve done your rectal examination. Fully. And I can’t do that while your penis is erect. So, get those filthy thoughts out of your creepy mind.”

“I’M NOT THINKING THEM, NURSE! I DON’T KNOW WHY MY DICK IS HARD! IT HURTS, IT’S TOO BIG!”

“You’re fine. Stop whining like a little baby,” I tell him very disapprovingly. I wave Elisha over. Then I tell her nothing, leaving her standing there and just watching Derek. It doesn’t take long for her young eyes to wander to his hard-twitching cock.

“Well, doc? Ever seen this before?” I ask Jill as if I have no clue what’s happening.

Jill doesn’t need a cue. “I’d say he’s just too horny for his erection to fade,” Jill answers with a little grin on her face. It’s like, DUH. That’s kind of obvious.

“Oh, is that it, Derek? Are you horny now?”

Derek rolls his head a little so that his eyes are more down toward the table under him. “Yes, nurse,” He answers softly as if he’d rather do anything but admit it.

“Then you have a real problem, Derek. We don’t allow masturbation in here. And none of us can help you out, that would be so unprofessional! Try thinking about something that doesn’t arouse you. While you do that, I’ll just let the enema keep going.”

“Uh…uh…Uh…” Derek groans, almost sobbing. His cock twitches just a tiny bit more eagerly now. It keeps twitching. And twitching. Derek groans loudly, a bit of real strain in his voice now. He’s taken about twelve ounces of the enema into his bottom now. That’s enough that he’s really feeling it now. Feeling a hard pressure against the inside of his tightly clenched asshole as it strains to hold in the torrent. Feels it all through his bowels, as the thin walls of his rectum begin pulling taut as they’re stretched, likely further than ever before. It’s like the worst urge imaginable to use the toilet. And soon, if I don’t stop the flow, he’ll start feeling a few light cramps just behind his pubes.

Finally, I see a tiny bit of a sparkle at the tip of his cock. It’s not big, but it’s definitely glittery and bright. I can see the sticky wetness, too. I know that a tiny droplet of his cum has leaked from the tip of his shaft and now clings to the tip of his cock. It’s evidence that he’s as aroused as he can get. He’s going in the wrong direction. Instead of turning himself off, he’s getting more turned on. Derek must really like enemas. I wonder if I should tell Ashley that…

“Derek… You’re going to be lying there all day at the rate you’re going.”

“I’m sorry, nurse! I’m trying!”

“Well, you’re not doing very well at it. Would you like a little help?”

“Yes, nurse, please help me!”

“Help you what, Derek?”

“Please help me make my dick go soft, nurse!”

“I don’t really see how that’s going to happen unless you cum, do you?”

“No, nurse…” Derek shamefully admits.

“Would you like to cum, then?”

“Yes, nurse!” Derek blurts out, his voice strained, but now with a slightly happy and hopeful note to it.

“Oh, that penis would really like to be stroked and made to cum, wouldn’t it, Derek?”

“Yes, nurse, please, help me!”

“We can’t, Derek. It’s unprofessional. We could lose our nurses’ licenses for that! There’s no one here to help you…” I smirk wide. “except your mommy, that is. She’s the only one who’s allowed to stroke your penis and make it cum. Do you want her to help you, so you don’t have to wait forever?”

“YES!” Derek blurts out, his voice equally disgusted and eager. His plea more than slightly desperate, too. “PLEASE, MOM, PLEASE! THIS IS TORTURE! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME LIE HERE ANY LONGER! PLEASE, MOM, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” Derek cries out, his voice a mixture of reluctance and hope, as he begs her.

“Elisha, take Derek’s hand for her. Don’t let him touch himself like some filthy pervert.”

“Yes, Miss Nurse,” Elisha says very politely. She reaches down to Derek’s hands. Elisha almost has to push Marie’s hands out of Derek’s. I think it’s mostly Derek’s hard grip on Marie’s hands. He’s not letting up. But Elisha is able to slip her hands into Derek’s pushing Marie’s hands free as she does.

It leaves Marie’s hands with nothing to do. Marie stands there, cringing. She looks away, turning her head and finding a blank wall to stare at while Derek goes on crying out his please with growing desperation for her to stroke his cock.

I have one hand free. I’m still holding the enema nozzle with one hand to keep it from slipping out of Derek’s bottom. I use that free hand, moving quickly, to grab Marie’s wrist and pull her hand to Derek’s pubes. I release her hand just above Derek’s hard-twitching cock. His cock jumps up, bumping against the palm of her hand. Marie tries to pull her hand back, but I hold it still.

Derek’s cock twitches again, knocking against the palm of Marie’s hand again. This time Marie reluctantly closes her finger around Derek’s thin shaft. She avoids looking anywhere near Derek, and more so towards his cock.

She starts stroking it slowly, her motions clumsy. As if she doesn’t want to be doing it but feels that she doesn’t have a choice.

“Derek, be polite. Thank your mommy.”

“THANK YOU, MOM! THANK YOU FOR STROKING MY DICK, MOM!” Derek tells her. As his bottom continues filling, the pressure in his bowels growing, his urgent need for the toilet grown even faster, he’s forgotten about shame. Or decency. Or morals. I’m sure he has only two thoughts in his brain now: to cum and to empty his bottom. Caring about what we might think of him doesn’t even enter into his mind. Just relief.

“Marie, stop being such a bitch!” I tell Marie in a firm voice. I reach my hand over Derek’s hip and put it atop Marie’s hand. I use my hand to nudge Marie to wrap her finger lightly, but snugly, around his shaft. Then I start her stroking her son’s cock with a smooth, flowing motion that has her hand gliding along the full length of his cock.

Standing up at Derek’s head puts Marie at an unusual angle to stroke his cock. As does Derek lying on his side. It has her palm lying over the right side of his cock with her thumb towards the head of it, and her finger under it, along what’s usually the left side of it. It lets the flat side of her hand go all the way down to the root of his cock and bump lightly against his pubes as she strokes it.

“UH… oh, OOOHHHH!” Derek purrs out the sweetest moan between hard grunts. He grips Elisha’s hands even tighter now. “Oh… OOHHH… thank you, mom! Thank you! Please don’t stop, I’m about to cum! Please don’t stop!”

“Is that good, Derek?”

“YES! NURSE!” Derek blurts out. “It’s incredible, nurse! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

I make Marie turn her head and look at Derek’s cock. I want her to see what she’s doing. I know she can feel his steely shaft snapping against her hand as it twitches. I want her to see it, too. It’s twitching hard enough that, even with her gentle grip on it, I can see it moving.

I motion Sophie over with my head. I tell her quietly to hold onto Derek’s legs. Sophie reaches over and gets a firm grip on his legs.

It’s none too soon, either. “UHHHHH-GGHHH” Derek cries out, his voice deep and primal. I see the snap of his hips as his instincts want to thrust his cock into a pussy. His hips snap but move only slightly. Sophie holds his legs, keeping Derek somewhat still.

Derek’s cock explodes. It spurts a thick stream of his whitish cum straight out the tip. It misses Marie. It shoots up, following the aim of his cock, towards his shoulders, and out towards the edge of the table. It almost makes up to the level of his shoulders, too. Then it lands on the table, making a puddle of gooeyness. The next spurt is already erupting from the tip of his crisply twitching cock, shooting up to follow the first.

A hard look from me tells Marie to keep going. I want her to keep stroking Derek’s cock until he’s finished. Until his cock has spurted every bit of his cum. The first several spurts all land on the paper covering the table under him. The last few spurts more fall from his cock rather than shoot out. Those cling to the tip as well, getting his cum onto Marie’s hand with every stroke. Then her stroking hand smears the cum all over his cock.

When Derek’s cock finally stops spurting, I tell Marie that she can stop now. And I tell Derek to thank his mommy very politely for helping him.

“Thanks, mom, for making me cum… You’re very good at it, mom,” He shamefully tells Marie. It makes Marie blush.

Derek’s cock is still stiff, standing out straight from his pubes. Only now it’s covered with a drying coat of his sticky cum, too.

I leave Derek lying there. “Good boy! Now that you’ve ejaculated, there’s no reason for your penis to stay erect, is there?”

“No, nurse,”

“Then we’ll just wait while it softens up and then we’ll give you a very thorough rectal exam.” I flip the clamp on the tubing closed as I taunt Derek. He has about half of the bag, about sixteen ounces of the saline in his bowels. That’s how much he was always going to get. It’s what I like to give.

Chapter Four – A Worthless Filthy Whore

Derek lies on his side. He breathes deep, well satisfied breaths. But those breaths are also fast and strained. He fidgets slightly as well.

Marie stands where I put her, up by Derek’s head. She shies back a few inches now. Once allowed to, she quickly took her hand from Derek’s cock. Now she holds that hand down and well away from her body.

Elisha stands next to Marie, still holding Derek’s hands and mostly peeking at his cock. It’s staying stiff, taking its time softening.

Jill stays where she’s been, behind Derek’s shoulders. I’m pretty sure she watched Derek cum, too.

Sophie is still holding Derek’s legs, keeping them fairly still as he lies there.

I start slowly easing the enema nozzle from Derek’s bottom. It doesn’t take long for the short tip to slip from his very tightly clenched ring. I’m sure Derek feels the thin shaft pulled from his bottom. I’ll bet he’s thinking that maybe now he’ll get the relief he’s after. He’ll be allowed to go empty his bottom.

I see no reason to make the enema easy for Derek. Especially not after the way it made his cock so hard. He might hate it, but his cock clearly loves it. That doesn’t surprise me. I only wonder if it’s the pressure against the back of his prostate that excited him, or just the submissiveness of lying there and enduring it while being told he’s not allowed to relieve the discomfort. Or both.

“Derek,” I tell him in a rather firm voice. I wave my hand, signaling Sophie to release Derek’s legs. “Are you ready to go to the little boys’ room now?”

“Yes, Nurse!” Derek answers rather enthusiastically.

“Stand up, then,” I tell Derek. “Newbie, you can hold his hands for him,” I tell Elisha. “Newbie” is short for “Newbie slut bitch” the nickname I gave her. But it could also be a generic reference to the new nurse in the office. It’s generic enough that it doesn’t give away that this isn’t just a trip to the doctor’s office. Of course, Marie masturbating him on the exam table should have, but something tells me these two haven’t thought that clearly yet.

Derek groans out loudly as he starts moving. It shifts the angle of his waist, and that shifts his bowels around inside his body. Any little movement of his bowels sends a light cramp slicing through his insides, just behind his pubes. It’s not bad, but it will definitely get his attention. And remind him just how full his straining bowels are. As if the pressure wanting to explode from his asshole isn’t already reminding him.

Elisha holds his hands, but she also tries to help Derek get up. From his position, he rolls to his back, then Elisha helps him to sit up. The table is short enough that it leaves his legs dangling over the side. He slowly, groaning loudly, scoots off the edge and onto his feet.

I know Derek is only thinking of running to the toilet now. So, I stop him there. “Before you go, just let me check on those testicles first,” I tell Derek with a little smirking grin on my face. And in a too-sweet voice.

Derek grimaces hard at the thought of standing here a second longer than he absolutely has to. But he’s smart enough to know not to argue. As I tell him to, he spreads his feet about half of what they could part.

It’s plenty. His gown doesn’t fit any better than Marie’s does. It’s just as small on him. Only now the bottom of the gown is held up slightly, hanging down against the base of his still-hard cock as it juts out from his pubes.

With his legs apart and his cock standing out straight, it leaves his balls fully exposed. They hang freely down in the V of his thighs, not touching either leg as they do. His balls are fairly large, dangling loose and low in his smoothly shaven sack. I’ll bet there are close to three inches, maybe even a little more, between his pubes and the bottom of his dangling sack.

I don’t even have to lift the gown. I have a perfectly clear line of sight to his balls. I reach my hand out, gently bringing my palm up under his balls until they’re lying atop it. I close my hand around his balls, cradling them gently. I use my thumb to lightly stroke over them as if feeling them. As if it’s some kind of actual exam. I ignore his cock, but I don’t stop the backside of my hand from brushing against it “unintentionally.”

I take my time. With the tips of my fingers flush against the strip of skin between his sack and asshole, I can feel the thin muscle there. And I can feel the rippling in that muscle as light cramps sweep across his bowels. I can hear Derek groan lightly with each one, too. He is definitely feeling them. I can feel the tension in his muscle, especially his asshole, too. It tells me that the pressure is swelling hard against the inside of his rectum, straining hard to burst forward. And forcing Derek to work hard to hold it in.

At that tiny slice of flesh, just behind his balls, I can also feel the stiff tube of his cock as it extends into his body and “anchors” to his pelvis. It feels exactly like the rest of his cock, at least the same as the hard tube inside the loose flesh of it. And it has just as many nerves as the rest of his cock. Nerves that are just as sensitive as the rest, too. I make sure that my fingers brush over that hard tube often, although I pretend that I’m not trying to. Or trying not to. I pretend that I’m only interested in feeling his dangling balls, not the hard shaft of his cock.

But that end of his cock is what I’m really trying to tease. Lightly, but enough. I don’t want his cock to get soft yet. I know Derek does. Derek wants to get this rather uncomfortable exam over with as quickly as possible. That alone is enough of a reason for me to drag it out.

I probably don’t even have to tease his cock. It never even thinks about getting soft. It stays rock hard, standing out straight. The thin layer of his cum drying to stickiness along its length.

I must take close to two minutes pretending to examine his balls. Derek definitely doesn’t mind it, either. At least not what I’m doing with his balls. I’m sure he’d prefer that I allowed him to use a toilet first, though.

When I finally release his balls, Derek’s cock is as stiff as it ever was. Elisha still holds Derek’s hands, standing at his side, too. Elisha is fairly cute, too. It’s pretty obvious that Derek doesn’t mind holding her hands.

I stand up quickly and turn to face Marie. “No wonder your husband isn’t satisfied with your worthless butt!” I scold Marie in a harsh voice.

Instantly I can see the shock of my words, and my scathing tone hit Marie. She shirks back hard. Surprise sweeps over her face. Her mouth opens as if to say something. I can see that it was completely unexpected.

“All you had to do was masturbate Derek’s penis and satisfy it enough that it wouldn’t be so hard and horny so Derek could have a thorough rectal exam. But no, you had to go and act like some prissy little bitch and give it the worst stroking I’ve ever seen from a supposedly-grown woman!”

I move fast. I reach up and grab the neckline of Marie’s gown. I yank hard. These are pediatric gowns. They don’t tie in the back. They have Velcro. It gives. The gown pulls away easily in my hand leaving Marie fully naked.

“AH!” Marie squeals loudly in shock and horror. Her arms fly up to cover her breasts. One hand moves down to try and cover her pubes. She starts to take a step back.

Derek sees it out of the corner of his eyes. He looks as shocked by it as Marie does. But he also turns his head to see what’s happening.

I grab hold of Marie’s hair. I can’t reach my favorite spot, close to her scalp, so I have to settle for getting hold of the end of it. It works. It makes a nice leash. I give it a yank. “Get your useless butt over here!” I tell Marie in my scathing voice.

I pull hard. I almost yank her hair out. It snaps Marie’s head forward and down a bit. It gets Marie to take that first step towards me, too. The fight is over, and Marie has lost. Once she takes that first step, I just keep pulling hard and Marie stumbles the second step towards me. And towards Derek.

It pulls Marie in front of Derek. I yank again, this time tapping the backs of Marie’s knees with my foot. It buckles her knees. That drops Marie to her knees in front of Derek. And puts the tip of Derek’s cock in front of Marie’s eyes.

“Do you see that cock? I know it’s not much of a cock, but you couldn’t even manage to partway satisfy that tiny thing! Now stop pretending to be such a prissy bitch, as if you’re an actual lady or something. We all know you’re nothing but a filthy gutter whore, so it’s high time you start acting like the trashy whore you are, whore!

“You are going to satisfy that mini-cock enough that Derek can have his rectal exam. Now, since you’re a filthy whore, you can do it like a filthy whore. Suck it, whore!”

I don’t wait for Marie to say anything. I’m sure she’d object to sucking her son’s cock. Maybe not because she’s so opposed to the idea, but simply because she believes that society, and pretty much everyone, expects her to be opposed to it. But, if she were truly so opposed to it, she wouldn’t have just masturbated it.

I grab Marie’s head in both my hands. One hand at the back of the top of her head. My other hand under her jaw, my thumb, and fingers pinching the corners of her jaw hard to force Marie to open her mouth wide. With that grip on Marie’s head, I push her head forward.

In a fraction of a second, the tip of Derek’s cock is brushing against Marie’s top lip. I shift the angle of her head slightly. As I keep shoving Marie’s head forward, I feel the resistance of the muscles in her neck finally tensing up. Those aren’t nearly strong enough to stop me.

I keep Marie’s head moving forward. The tip of Derek’s cock slips under her lip. The bulbous pink head of his cock starts pushing into her mouth. It’s far from the thickest cock. Even at its head. But it’s enough that almost instantly the underside of his cock head is lying along Marie’s tongue.

I keep shoving Marie’s head forward, watching as Marie’s eyes go wider and wider as they near Derek’s pubes. The head of Derek’s cock slips easily along Marie’s tongue, sliding along her tongue towards the back of her mouth.

And I keep going. As I do I use my hands to tilt Marie’s head, craning her neck to its limit to straighten out the bend at the back of her mouth. Quickly I feel the tip of Derek’s cock bump into the back of her mouth. With Marie’s neck properly angled, the tip of his cock slips downward and starts to fill the tapering funnel at the back of her mouth as it leads toward Marie’s throat.

I still keep going. I can feel a tiny bit of resistance as Derek’s cock, and its slightly wider spongy head starts to fill her mouth as it funnels into her throat.

Now I feel a little snapping in Marie’s muscles as she starts to gag on the cock. I hold her head firmly, keeping it moving, and ignore her gagging. The cock keeps slipping deeper into Marie’s mouth. She gags harder. The cock keeps going.

Finally, I feel the hard resistance as if Derek’s cock is pressing against a solid wall of rubber. It tells me that the head of his cock is squished firmly against the narrow opening of Marie’s throat.

And then Marie’s lips are flush against Derek’s pubes. I can still feel the resistance, so I know that Derek’s cock has yet to push into that narrow tube. It’s just pressing hard against the entrance of it.

Marie cringes, her entire body now tensed up hard. With every bit of Derek’s cock in Marie’s mouth, I doubt she can see much more than Derek’s pubes. I can see the long, curly, wiry hairs of Derek’s pubes flush against Marie’s eyes now. I can see the front of Derek’s balls lying against Marie’s chin, too, as they dangle down.

“Now suck cock, whore! You had your chance to hang onto a tiny shred of your dignity, and you wasted it trying to pretend you’re an actual woman instead of a filthy whore. Suck it!”

I don’t let Marie do it on her own. I doubt she’d bite down. She wouldn’t do that to her son. But I am far less sure Marie wouldn’t quickly spit the cock out. So, I hang onto Marie’s head and start it moving.

I let up the pressure on Marie’s jaw just slightly. It’s only enough to allow Marie’s lips to close and lightly rest along Derek’s shaft. I hold her jaw like that, keeping it stretched wide enough that her teeth aren’t close to his cock. Just her soft lips.

I move Marie’s head through a couple of strokes. Full, long strokes. Strokes that have her going down until her lips are flush against his pubes, and then rising up until only the head of his cock is left in her mouth. Until I can feel the soft head of his cock, that little rim where it swells out atop his hard shaft, bump the insides of Marie’s lips.

I make sure the strokes are leisurely ones, too. I don’t want Marie rushing the blow job. I want Derek to have time to feel Marie’s hot, wet mouth sucking him. To really feel every sensation of her mouth and what it’s doing to his shaft. Just as I want Marie to feel his thin length pushing in and out of her mouth.

I scold Marie, telling her that this is called cock sucking, and thus a cock sucker should be sucking as well as stroking the cock with her dirty mouth. She gets the message. I see her cheeks pull in slightly and that tells me that Marie is sucking. I keep her head moving, leisurely stroking Derek’s cock.

“UHHHHHHH…..” Derek groans out. I can hear a touch of strain in his voice that I’m sure is from the enema he’s still holding. But his groan is mostly sweet bliss. He definitely likes it. I can see his grip starting to tighten on Elisha’s hands, too.

“Derek,” I ask in my overly sweet teasing voice, “Is your mommy a good cock sucking whore?”

“Fuck… Ummm… YEAH!… Oh, fuck, she’s taking it all!” Derek’s answer is breathy and hungry despite the slight note of enema-induced strain in it.

“Do you think you can make your penis soft for your rectal exam if mommy gives you a real blow job?”

“Oh yeah!” Derek sounds almost eager. As if he doesn’t care that it’s his mother sucking his cock, it feels too good for him to want her to stop. As if he’s not thinking one bit about the impending rectal exam, either.

“Tell her, Derek. Now that we can all see what a filthy whore she is, treat her like a filthy whore. Tell her to suck your cock for you.”

“Mom… suck my cock you filthy whore,” Derek says quickly. I can still hear that strain in his voice. But mostly his voice is deep and breathy, manly, and needy. And I can hear a touch of disdain in it, as if he’s thinking of her as a trashy whore, not his mother, now.

“Marie, you be a good whore and suck that cock like a filthy gutter whore should.” I release Marie’s head.

Marie doesn’t hesitate now. She keeps going. Her first stroke is a tiny bit clumsy. That vanishes quickly. Marie starts sucking it as if she’s enjoying it. I put one hand to the top of Marie’s head to steady her rhythm. I can see that she’s starting to speed up as if her desire for cock is taking hold. I won’t allow that. Whores suck cock for the pleasure of the cock, not the whore. At least not in my realm, and these two have stepped into my realm whether they know it or not.

But that’s all I do. I just steady Marie’s rhythm and keep her at the leisurely pace.

Derek stands there, purring louder and more urgent moans with every stroke Marie takes.

I don’t expect Derek to cum too quickly. It’s only been a few minutes since he came. Most of the time cocks like more than a couple of minutes to recharge after cumming.

But Derek surprises me. He manages to hold out all of two whole minutes. Either he was beyond horny to start with, or he is definitely loving what Marie is doing for him.

I see the light ripples along Derek’s waistline first. Those tell me that Derek’s cock is starting to twitch. I’m sure Marie feels it. She’ll feel it knocking against the sides of her mouth as it twitches, trying to jump around and being blocked from that by her mouth.

Then I hear Derek grunt out a hard, deep, and utterly satisfied groaning moan. “UGH…Ahhhhhhhhhh!” it sounds to me. I see a crisp, but gentle, snap of his hips as his instincts want to thrust his cock deeper into the tightness of Marie’s mouth. Luckily, for Marie, it comes as her lips are flush against his pubes, leaving no cock to thrust into her throat.

I see Marie’s nose wrinkle up hard. It tells me that she can taste the saltiness of Derek’s cum as his hot cream spurts against the insides of her mouth and sticks to everything. It also tells me that Marie is not used to tasting cum in her mouth. Poor John, I think, his own wife and she won’t even let him cum in her mouth. What a bitch! I’ll deal with that later.

My hand atop Marie’s head leaves her no choice. I keep her head moving, stroking, and sucking Derek’s cock as he cums. The entire time his cock is squirting his cream into her mouth. In a very firm voice, I “remind” Marie that a filthy whore swallows cum. Filthy whores love the taste of cum. Letting so much as a drop of it leak from her mouth would be a mistake she doesn’t want to make.

Twice I see the “knot” moving down Marie’s throat, telling me that she’s swallowing. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s not like she could with the shaft in her mouth.

I keep Marie going, not letting her change her rhythm even a tiny bit until Derek has finished cumming. Until his cock has twitched its last twitch. Then I have her suck a little harder to clean the last drops of cum off Derek’s cock as I slowly back her head off.

As Derek’s cock slips from her lips, there’s nothing on it but a thin layer of Marie’s saliva. Not a bit of his cum.

I smack Marie on the back of her head. It’s not hard, but it definitely makes sure I have her attention. I scold her that a whore should be polite to any man willing to sink low enough to avail himself of her disgusting body. Politeness means thanking him.

“Thank you, Derek, for allowing me to suck your cock and swallow your cum… Sir.” Marie thanks Derek in a very humiliated and hushed voice.

A stern look from me is all it takes for Derek to answer her. “You’re welcome… whore.”

“Newbie, take this boy potty now and stay with him to make certain that he empties his rectum fully for his exam. And clean his anus for him. Boys are so messy, and I hate a messy anus.”

“Yes, Miss Nurse,” Elisha answers sweetly. Elisha keeps hold of Derek’s hands. “Come with me, Derek, the nurse says that you are allowed to use the potty now.”

Derek eagerly goes with Elisha.

Chapter Five – Cum Dumpster

I send Marie to the corner. It has Marie standing up straight with her hands at the small of her back. It has the tips of her toes touching the baseboards. But that’s all of her that’s allowed to touch anything. She’s not allowed to move. Not even to scratch an itch. She’s not allowed to say anything, either. But she does have to keep her eyes open. And naturally, Marie is nude. Not even a gown for her now.

Marie has never been in the corner before, at least not with me and likely not for about 40 years. So it takes me a minute to get her into the right position. And to tell her what’s expected of her. I tell her that she can use this time to think about what a completely disgusting whore she really is. About what her former friends would think of her if they knew not just that she’d sucked her son’s cock, but that she’d loved every second of doing it.

Marie doesn’t fight me. She goes sheepishly to her corner and stands there. I tell Jill to watch her. Then I send Sophie to fetch John from the waiting room and bring him to me in “exam one,” the one “regular” exam room that we haven’t used yet today.

I’m there ahead of John, but I knew I would be. It took Sophie a few seconds to get him on his feet and tell him that “Ms. Rodgers, the nurse practitioner, wanted to speak with him.” As Sophie leads John in, I’m already standing at the counters. I’ve been poking through the cabinets and setting out what I’m going to want. It will be easier than waiting on Sophie to find stuff. Sophie is a vet tech, not a nurse. She doesn’t know how doctors typically have stuff arranged. There really is a logic to it.

I turn to greet John as Sophie leads him in. John is a different case than the other two. He’s a long-time toy. If I do anything out of the ordinary… the closer to the kinky that I get, the faster he’ll know what’s up. Not only is there no reason to actually put him through a physical, a real and honest one, but I also have no desire to. At least not for play. I do enough of that at work! It means that it won’t be long, probably less than a minute before John figures out that this is a session, not a trip to the doctor.

I figure, why go through a ruse that I know will be short-lived. I face John. “Your owner didn’t tell you to come with Marie and Derek, did she?”

“No, Ma’am,” John answers.

“Then why are you here, fuck boy?” I use the nickname that Diane uses for John. And several other toys of hers. I would have made up a unique one for him. But he’s not my toy.

“I didn’t know… that I wasn’t allowed to come with them, Ma’am!” John insists with a touch of anxiousness creeping into his voice. The nickname alone tells him that I know more than I’m saying.

“Not my problem,” I tell John in a rather mocking and disapproving voice. “Ms. Braun, however, was not pleased to hear you’d come as well. I’m sure she’ll discuss it with you.” I smirk widely, letting John know that I know Diane will be by to discuss it with him. And that it will be an intense discussion for him. Diane demands obedience.

“However, since you’re here, Ms. Braun noticed that your penis is utterly worthless for satisfying an actual woman, She asked us to look at it and see if there’s anything we can do for it, or if She’ll just have to find a real man to replace that limp penis.

“Give your clothes to my nurse. Everything. And don’t waste my time, fuck boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” John answers, but now he’s starting to sound a little nervous. As if he realizes that he’s about to be poked and prodded in places he’d prefer not to be. And wondering if this is going to be a real exam or a session by another name.

But John isn’t stupid. He has to know that, at the very least, if he disobeys me, I will call Diane and tell on him. I’ve already let him know that I’ve spoken to Diane since he arrived. As long as he’s been Diane’s toy, he has got to know that he will regret it if I complain to her about him.

John starts quickly taking his clothes off. But he does take the time to fold them neatly before handing them to Sophie. Smart. Saves me the trouble of scolding him. It doesn’t take him too long to get naked.

John isn’t bad-looking for a 48-year-old man. He’s decently tall, about 5’10” or so. Pretty similar to his son. I’d guess he’s around 180 or 190 pounds. It gives him a slightly… figureless figure. There doesn’t look to anything especially manly about his body. Not its shape. And I don’t see any defined lines of muscles. But there’s nothing effeminate about it either. It’s just bland.