A Gift From James

I canceled all my appointments for the remainder of that Thursday and rushed to a medical supply store. I also stopped at the bank and obtained papers for opening a joint account.

James would soon find himself a very impoverished millionaire, I thought to myself. And our trip to Canada will be made in style!

Returning to my apartment, I was just finishing the first revised subliminal tape when James rang at the building’s front door. What timing.

Consistency is important in behavior modification programs. So despite James’ display of both excitement and his winning ticket, I merely smiled and nodded toward my bedroom as I did on every prior visit.

He immediately became silent and marched to my room. There, under my watchful gaze, he removed his clothes and looked back to me for instructions.

I stood with a forceful pose, stifling a laugh. James’ little penis began to stiffen just from my imposing stance and visual inspection. I pointed to the bathroom.

“In the tub on all fours. Remain motionless.”

Yes. A rather strict welcome considering James was a newly made millionaire. But I reasoned that I might as will find out sooner rather than later if his newly found flightiness over the lottery winnings would usurp his weeks of training.

When he silently and sullenly turned and sauntered as ordered, I knew the completion of my program was on firm ground.

Deep in a bottom dresser drawer I found one of my old nurses uniforms. I changed.

The uniform was not only symbolical of the role I was about to play, but also functional. James would effectively be a patient over the next few days. Since he had quit his job, no one was expecting him anywhere and with nine days until our trip, some intense applications of psychological dominance would become the coup de grace for James’ remaining ego.

I let him stew in the bathroom while I laid out the newly acquired items from the medical supply store. I also located the lottery ticket which a rather cavalier James had quickly stuffed into his trousers before disrobing. Strange that I treated this small square of paper with more reverence then him. But perhaps I was more aware of what a wonderful change in life style it would bring him.

James

I waited for D as instructed. My thoughts were running wild and I realized she was the remaining thread of consistently in my life. No more job. No more financial concerns. I could do anything. Be anywhere.

Tell Dr. Alice to get her shears ready, I thought of communicating to D. And after that it would be I making D happy. Maybe I’ll hire Mr. Dinnerdate to drive my limousine, or better, shine my shoes, I mused.

Then D entered wearing a white uniform and carrying a large rubber bag with tubing. She did not appear to be sharing in my joy and my thoughts returned to her.

“You’re too excited, James. This will calm you. We have much to do over the next few days. Our trip is in nine days.”

D

James had obviously never had an enema before. I have been known to make them quite challenging, but emptying his bowels was a real need. Thus, I professionally lubricated his rectum, inserted the bardex nozzle and inflated it. Hanging the bag on the shower rod, James’ reaction to the massive quantity of warm water was rather amusing.

Yes, James, I think. The bowels expand much more than you would believe. You will take it all. Again and again.

A thorough cleansing was more important than time and watching James squirm under the pressure added a degree of entertainment to the otherwise sloppy procedure.

While he filled, I shaved him and made a mental note to have him depilated. There were staff at the spa that were quite proficient at such. And although expensive, money was no longer of concern.

Within minutes, James’ bulging belly told me he was ready, but instead of immediate release I instead turned off the flow and let the feeling of intense pressure overwhelm his thoughts. Not too long. When he began to grovel I released the nozzle. Normally I’m not so accommodating, having a reputation for utilizing the liquid torment for lengthy sessions. But a long evening was planned so I let the first application spew into the tub and I refilled the bag.

James looked aghast as I repeated the procedure. But his bowels needed to be absolutely cleansed.

During the third application I mixed an emetic into a glass of water. He drank. He vomited. The tub collected all and when I released the bardex nozzle, the last remnants of what solids James had in his system flowed down the drain.

I turned on the shower and gently soaped and washed his entire body. The little erection stood nicely for me. Such a tribute, I thought. But more homage will be shown. The thought brought a smile to my lips.

“I’m going to need evidence of your devotion if we’re going to keep seeing each other, James. I have been very good to you.”

I planted the theme of the new subliminal tape. When he began to reply, I ordered silence and turned on the shower to rinse.

“You’re going on a long trip, James. The first step is to your cage. Kneel in front of the door and wait for me.”

I turned off the water and dried him. When he meekly crawled out of the tub and approached his weekend abode, I knew I had him. The leash and collar were not needed and watching his hairless scrotum bob about between his thighs made me moist.