“Not all bad, Sam, what else would Jamie do in life?”
We watched in silence as Nurse Stenson bathed Jamie, caring for him like a child, scrubbing everywhere as she soaped him in the shower area. After a good cleansing she had him lie tummy down on the stainless steel table, and Jamie’s ordeal began in earnest. She had him obscenely spread, knees draped over the table edge with calves dangling. Jamie’s cute buttocks faced the camera and the nurse forced him to reveal his tiny rosebud opening with the withered sac below.
Then she stepped away and poured syrup into onto a large spoon. Jamie looked on in trepidation.
“Nice and clean, inside and out.”
“Ipecac syrup,” Miss Elizabeth informed.
“Important in breaking any remaining mental fortitude, plus it helps with the absorption of the hormones.”
Jamie reluctantly took the emetic. Then Nurse Stenson hooked up stanchions and tubes that began to appear from various cabinets.
“I prefer a complete systemic infusion for inducing the hormones. It’s no more effective than a hypodermic injection, but the transmission is deliciously demeaning,”
Jamie’s little rectum, still lubricated from Nurse Stenson’s prostate massage, was introduced to an enema nozzle. Then the nurse catheterized the tiny penis just as the ipecac syrup began to wreak its havoc.
Jamie vomited, the emetic wrenching the complete contents from his stomach. Then the enema began and Nurse Stenson opened a valve to empty Jamie’s bladder as well.
I watched in amazement as the Nurse took complete control of every aperture. Three enemas making Jamie’s bowels run clear, a second smaller dose of ipecac until she was satisfied his stomach was empty and, of course, the bladder was drained.
Then the nurse worked diligently to rearrange the tubing. She forced a gastric tub into Jamie’s throat, which with his controllable gag reflex was swallowed with notable ease. She connected the three invading tubes to large bags of solution.
“Mostly water and saline, but laced with estrogen and progesterone. Nurse Stenson will slowly fill Jamie’s system, his bladder, colon and stomach, for hours. A rather helpless sensation would you not agree? Lying naked and having a Dominant woman force fluids into your body. It’s not more effective than an injection, as stated. But the process is so important, feeling in every cavity the slow infusion of chemicals which will transform ... weaken the male muscles ... atrophy the phallus ... and you’ve seen Jamie’s enhanced breasts ... rather cute wouldn’t you agree?”
Stupefied by the thorough execution of Miss Elizabeth’s control, I just nodded. Jamie was nothing more than a receptacle for whatever Miss Elizabeth wished to infuse. And to think that the liquids slowly transformed...
Little Sam renewed his efforts to engorge. I did not understand his reaction, though watching the lithe and totally naked body squirm as Nurse Stenson’s hands soothed and rubbed the girlish buttocks was engrossing.
“You can join Jamie, Sam. Say the word and the CB-2000 will be removed forever. And there will be one last kindness in exchange for your sacrifice. Then you will serve, most devotedly. And the alternative is to otherwise work, sleep rather uncomfortably and report here at my whim. That’s all that’s left.”
It was then that I was summarily dismissed. Miss Elizabeth knew that I had to return to the office for an appointment and explained that the slow infusion of hormones into Jamie’s bladder, colon and stomach took hours, with Nurse Stenson amusing herself in painfully filling Jamie’s cavities to the maximum.
But the walk to the office, again too short to properly ruminate upon both that which I had seen and Miss Elizabeth’s ominous offer, gave pause for enlightenment.
When Miss Elizabeth used the term ‘kindness’ the lecture on the Stockholm Syndrome churned to the surface of my brain.
What were the necessary elements?
The lurid videotape was a threat to my survival.
I could not escape the entrapping CB-2000.
Jamie performed such wonderful kindnesses in releasing, shaving and massaging my scrotum.
I had no perception of how to escape Miss Elizabeth’s demands.
And as a result, in feeling Little Sam’s reaction to being with Miss Elizabeth and gazing at Jamie’s fine nakedness, it was evident that I had developed unwarranted devotion and affection for my ‘captors’.
Trudging through the lobby of MacDonald Bear, focus was lost while acknowledging colleagues and staff.
But I began to understand the operative question. Was my devotion such that I would be willing to sacrifice, as did Jamie years before in that Swedish orphanage?
If only I had not borrowed so much to purchase the MacDonald Bear stock. In arriving at my office, a glance at stock quotations suggested that MacDonald Bear was down another 2 points.
I sat in despair, realizing that a sizable portion of my next paycheck would be needed for forthcoming margin calls.
Then heartening thoughts and images soothed my depression. Miss Elizabeth’s confident and controlling persona, Jamie’s fine, girlish nakedness, and the subtle offer began to intrigue. In giving up control I would also give up such frustration, the mental torment, the financial turmoil. I was so very aware of Miss Elizabeth’s resources. It was my business to know. Her wealth was unfathomable...