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Louise Bellman's Clinic Ch. 01

By: margaret_jenkins



 Part 1 - Setting up

Louise had stayed at the Institute for 5 years. The first three years had comprised the basic studying of the human animal, as well as the rigorous regime for conditioning the mind and body. She had learnt to control all the outward signs of her response to unexpected and embarrassing personal situations. At first this had been difficult, as she was initially self-conscious about her body and her bodily functions and responses. But under the sympathetic encouragement of Jenny, her supervisor and mentor during those early months she became more at ease with herself, more spontaneous, and more expressive. She came to realise that this was her natural state reasserting itself, but which had been suppressed under the guardianship of her aunt.

In fact Louise was a highly sensual person. She was 24 years old, svelte, athletic and willowy frame at just over 9st, with long, wavy reddish aubern hair and green-hazel eyes. She measured 5'9", well developed 37-24-36.

The latter two years had seen her develop her qualities and specialise in a number of modern therapeutic practices for treating personal problems. In addition she assisted in the training program for the new students and was greatly valued in that capacity. In fact, as a co-partner of the trust she was entitled to sit on committees which dealt which all manner of day to day running and of policy. But instead she preferred to deal personally with the trainees, particularly finding ways of easing the transition to the ways and disciplines of the institute. A role she sometimes volunteered for was to receive a highly intimate medical examination, which included the answering of detailed and very personal questions and demonstrating the bodily functions of urination, defecation and masturbation, in front of a class. She would give a commentary of how she was feeling as she performed and would encourage the class to observe closely and to examine her excretions and secretion. This was most startling for new recruits who had always kept such activities hidden, and to see someone unashamedly performing helped to prepare them for the what lay ahead. Usually it was her co-worker and friend Jenny who conducted the examination, but sometimes their roles were reversed.

But her time at the Institute is another story. Before she left she was offered a special position - as a therapist at a private clinic that she would run. Doctors frequently came across medical cases that they could not treat themselves and who did not need continuous hospital stay. So they would refer them to private clinic or visiting therapist. The Institute operated a number of its graduates and Louise was asked if she would like to set up and run such a clinic. It was explained that the clients would generally be suffering from embarrassing physical disorders, or would have some emotional problems, or possibly both. The work would be difficult and, for many people, unpleasant, but Louise's skills and leanings equipped her well for such work.

It was a dream come true for her, and she immediately agreed and raised several points of discussion as to how it would be set up. In the end it was agreed that she would be given funds to rent suitable premises and equip them for the purpose. She quickly found a good sized, very discreet flat which had once been an office. The main office and washrooms were ideal for converting, particularly as there were excellent space, tiling of the walls, and plumbing. She redecorated the front room to make it warm and friendly for interviews, and she accentuated the clinical character of the other rooms. She installed an examination table in the largest of the rooms and was able to obtain cheaply a great many items of hospital equipment. In one of the washrooms she installed separate bath and a shower units, and in the other a sunken tub. In the smaller office she removed all the shelving and installed a bed with a rubber sheet and rings and cords to restrain those clients who needed such treatment. 

The kitchen she decided to keep almost unchanged, but obtained a small camp bed. That would be her own space.

The most interesting part of the acquisition was Louise's wardrobe, and she gave a lot of thought to this. She decided first to buy a number of off-the-peg uniform dresses, caps, gowns, overalls and aprons, etc. These she re-sewed to fit her figure more snugly, since she was well-developed in the shoulders and chest, but was slim at the waist. She adjusted the hems and sleeves to various lengths, anticipating a variety of expectations and standards. The briefest garments exposed so much of her long legs that anybody receiving treatment on the table would be able to see easily what type of knickers she was wearing, and whether she had any on at all. Also, she cut the sleeves on some of the dresses back completely, to reveal all of her upper arms and allowed her to display her underarms, whether shaven or hirsuite. On each item she had embroidered own logo design, that of a stylised picture of a herself as a nurse and the torso of a patient being examined.

As well as the bulk standard items of attire, she ordered several exotic outfits. Some were nurses, or maids' uniforms in rubber, PVC, or some light synthetic wet-look material. Other outfits included siren suits, leotards, shorts, tights, etc. As well she bought many forms of underwear, including plastic and rubber pants, the former were common standard incontinence pants, while the latter were special quality for prolonged retention of waste. Some of the gowns and underwear would be suitable for clients undergoing treatment.

She decided to make it a rule never to leave a client alone in order to go to the bathroom. Since some of the visits would last several hours she realised that this could mean pissing or defecating in their presence. She decided that she would make this activity part of the session, though she might use the lavatory (observed, of course, by the client) or she might simply do it in her knickers.

All she had to do now was wait ..... 

Louise Bellman's Clinic Ch. 02



Part 2 – The First Client

Despite all her preparation and training, Louise was remarkably nervous about receiving her first visitor. "I hope I do a satisfactory job," she thought, "I wonder if this first one might be a test, set up by the Institute to check that I am competent". 

The man was in his forties, a rather timid batchelor who lived alone after his parents has passed away some years previously. He had been referred to the Institute by his GP, and they had sent his records to her. He was apparently suffering from tension and this was affecting his sleeping pattern, his eating habits, and his toilet routine.

For this preliminary interview Louise wore fairly standard attire, a plain blouse and skirt, with a very ordinary white coat as seen commonly in hospitals. She had her hair down in soft waves and had made herself up to give a soft and sympathetic air. She welcomed the man, George, in the front office and offered him some coffee while she first engaged in friendly conversation to put him at his ease. He was very nervous and so it was a relief to be met by an attractive lady with such an understanding and easy manner. 

She asked a number of routine questions and would have interrogated him in more intimate detail were he not already rather tense. But she knew from his file that although he was timid, he had a sexual drive and was much given to masturbation. His report indicated that he enjoyed highly unusual fantasies involving nurses. Almost certainly he would become aroused by her ministrations, but his role would probably be passive. 

After the interview ended she told him, "I am going to carry out an examination, which will also involve some therapy. This includes some relaxation massage designed to alleviate the tension you are suffering from. I'd like you to go into that room and undress and lie face down on the table. I shall be in to see you in a few minutes after I have changed into my uniform."

George was nervous about the examination, partly because any medical problems worried him and partly because he has never been examined by a lady doctor or therapist. The room was warm but the expanse of white tiling on the otherwise bare walls, and white plastic cover for the examination table made it seem cold and clinical. At least the table was quite well padded. He noticed that it had an interesting design, in that there was a place cut out for his face for when he lay down, and the other end was divided, so as to make a "Y" shape. This had the effect of forcing him to lie with his legs apart. It meant that the therapist could stand much closer when working on certain spots. Just above the division point there was a little recess, apparently where his genital parts would fit.

He was not sure if he was meant to undress completely or to keep his underpants on. After a few moments of indecision he decided to keep them on since he was shy about a having a lady see his sexual parts, even though she was a doctor or therapist. It was not so much that he was worried about her seeing them, but he thought it likely that he would become sexually aroused when she examined and touched him and he was worried that she would be offended at seeing him become erect or, worse, ejaculate. Fortunately he had been told he was to be examined by a lady and had put on clean, in fact brand new underpants. He would not have wanted her to see the state of his regular ones, with all the semen stains.

After a few minutes Louise entered, now wearing her nurses' uniform. George could not help noticing how attractive she looked, and thought also that the outfit was a little shorter and closer fitting than the ones he had seen before in public hospital. As she approached he realised also that the material of her uniform was rubber, although blue tunic and white apron were in the same colour scheme as in a regular hospital. Her hair, which had previously been down to below her collar, was scraped back severely tied in a tight bun. In fact she has also changed her make up to harden the appearance of her face. She now looked clinical and intimidating. She immediately saw that he had kept his underpants on, perhaps because he was embarrassed at her seeing his sex, or maybe he felt it would be improper to expose completely. They were pale green and full size - that is covering him more than adequately, and of fine light and soft material. She had no doubt that they would contain him even massively erect, but the lightness of the material would it easy to discern his state of arousal.

She approached the man and gently placed the flat her left hand on his back and her right hand on the back of his legs. "I will have to examine you completely, but you must first be fully relaxed. I am going to give some light massage and I want you to lie there and just enjoy the sensations. Do not be anxious about anything at all, whatever happens."

Just as she seemed ready to begin, she said, "I see you have kept on your underpants - I hope you don't think I would mind seeing you completely naked. Of course, I have to examine you all over. Also, the treatment is a little bit messy and it would be a shame to get them dirty. That is the reason that I am wearing my rubber uniform - so that all the mess will wipe off easily."

George allowed her to take his pants off, and in fact enjoyed her touch as she slowly eased them over his loins.

Louise worked some cream into her hands and then began to stroke his neck and shoulders, then more firmly his back, but all the time keeping the strokes slow and deliberate and using the full surface of her palms and fingers. She massaged his sides, testing his reflex tensing as she pressed between his ribs. "Ticklish there? Well, most people are, but try to keep relaxed anyway." After that she moved on to his legs and buttocks, working first upwards, then round and down and finally inwards between the tops of his thighs to end the stroke right at his crotch.

She worked quite vigorously on the soft flesh of his buttocks, working the cream into the cleft. Then she stroked from the side, pulling the skin away with one hand while she caressed gently with her fingers and deep enough to feel the periphery of his anus. After a while she placed her fingers on the inside of each check and gently separated them, so she could inspect his cleft and the anal opening as well. "I think you have some bowel irritation that is affecting your toilet routine, and that is why has become irregular. I also see that the membrane of your anus and surrounding skin looks slightly inflamed. I am going to rub some ointment into your arse. It will ease the soreness and will make your colon relaxed for later on when I begin the main treatment."

Louise took a tube with a plunger at one end and filled with ointment, attached a plastic nozzle to the end, and placed it on the table. She then took a tube of KY jelly and liberally smeared it onto the third and little fingers of her left hand, which she then carefully inserted into George's arse. "Does that feel comfortable, with my fingers in your arse?" She asked. "I shall be as gentle as I can but tell me if what I am doing hurts."

Then, holding his orifice with her fingers inserted the tip; she pushed the tip of the nozzle in between. She removed her fingers carefully, and noticing they were smeared with some of George's excrement, wiped them on her apron, making sure it was visibly soiled in the process. She pressed steadily on the plunger to force the contents into George's rectum. The feeling of having the cool substance penetrate him made George shudder, but Louise's hand was pressing down firmly on his buttocks, holding him still. When it was done he had the incredible feeling that he was about to expel the contents of his bowels but that soon subsided and a warm and pleasant sense of relaxation swept over him as the soreness disappeared. Louise continued to massage his buttocks, this time pressing the cheeks together as if to force the cream deeper into him.

When she had finished massaging she told him to turn over onto his back. For the first time she was able to see his sexual parts, and noted with satisfaction that his penis was becoming erect. She massaged his front, beginning this time with his feet and working up toward his manhood. She made no move to actually caress it, but made no attempt to avoid casual contact as she worked. His erection mounted as she stroked right into the crevices of his groin. Next she massaged his face and neck, then chest and abdomen, working right down to his pelvic region. All the time he said nothing, but was clearly embarrassed that she could see his arousal. Sensing this, she asked, "I hope you are not embarrassed about your being sexually aroused when I touch you. This is a perfectly normal response and I am not in the least bit offended. In fact I like to see a man get hard when I massaging him, as it means he is normal and healthy. Also I like to imagine I am attractive to him even though I am wearing my uniform."

Going back to the space between his open legs, she stroked gently at the base of his abdomen, finding the location of his bladder. As she massaged this area she provoked in him a desire to urinate which he vainly tried to suppress.

"I must go to the bathroom", he exclaimed, almost panicking. "I have to pee!" 

"Of course you are going to pee, but you do not have to go to the bathroom, just relax and let it happen while I am massaging you. I forgot to tell you that you are supposed to provide a specimen, so I am going to hold your penis an collect the urine in this beaker."

George could do nothing except lie back and accept the woman's ministration. His was amazed that she did not mind something as dirty as that, but he realised, of course, that she was trained to do such things and it was all part of her work. Almost as soon as he had emptied bladder he began to feel he would not be able to retain the contents of his bowels. 

"You are going to come with me now into that room. I have to examine your anus again now that the ointment has taken effect, and I want you to open your bowels for me. I realise that it might be very embarrassing for you, to have nurse watch while you pass your motion, but I have to examine you properly."

She led him carefully and made him stand in a place slightly depressed and which had a large hole, apparently for the waste to escape. She made him hold a rail in front of him and then put his feet on a little shelf on the wall, and then strapped him in place. He found he could let go with his hands and lean back. 

"Just let it all come out of your anus now and don't worry about any mess. I have to watch it come out to see what is interfering with your motions." 

George expected that she would watch from the side but instead put on a pair of full face goggles and a shower cap, and then got down under him to examine him closely. The shit started to ooze and trickle out from his arse, and then the flow increased and a large quantity gushed out, splattering all over Louise's white apron and blue tunic. She assured him that she did not mind that he was messing her uniform and that it was simply part of his examination. "Don't worry about nurse's uniform getting soiled. This is very good George, you are nice and relaxed and it is pouring out with no trouble. That means there is no injury or mechanical dysfunction. I shall keep a little sample to do an analysis of the enzyme content. Maybe you have a vitamin or other deficiency which is preventing your waste from being processed properly in your intestine."

She undid the straps, releasing him and invited her to look at the mess on her uniform. "My uniform has become completely covered with your waste. But it doesn't matter as it cleans off easily." And gave George the shower hose to spray her clean. "Spray me all over, my goggles as well, that's it. You can see all the muck washing off."

In a few minutes she was clean and dried off. "Now I shall take you back and clean you off properly." 

She led him back to the examining table and made him lie on his back. "You don't want any excrement to get lodged in among your genital region, so I am going to clean you thoroughly down there. It is important that I do that even though I will have to touch your sexual parts. That's fine, just relax and it will not take long." 

She took some cleansing cream in her hands and smeared it on his pubic hair and scrotal sac, working it with some warm water into into a thick lather, and then applied it to the penis. "I have to pay attention to this part, as it is the most important to have clean. I hope you don't mind if I stroke it to make it erect and get it to ejaculate your sperm. Now you mustn't be embarrassed nurse seeing you get hard and spurt your juice. Actually some male patients enjoy this part, but I can see that you are very much a gentlemen and are worried you will offend me. But don't worry, I do not mind at all seeing you do it. I would like you to tell me if you like the way I look - do I look nice in my uniform?"

At this moment she was standing close and leaning over, and George could see most of the contours of her figure in the closely fitting rubber. "I think you are very attractive, nurse, especially in that uniform. I would like to feel the material if you don't mind."

"Thank you, George, for saying so. As well as the outer uniform I have on rubber knickers that go with it. Of course I don't mind if you touch my apron or dress, or even my knickers, but do not put your hand inside them."

At first he was very tentative and just brushed his finger lightly on the skirt, but gradually became bolder, stroking her on the hips, then her buttocks, her belly, and her breasts. He was surprised that although she was not wearing a bra, her breasts were firm and full, and he felt the hard nipples between his fingers.

After a few minutes she said, "Don't you want feel my knickers? The material is very smooth and glides easily against me on the inside."

George's heart was pounding fast now and could not resist putting his hand against the area that covered her pubic mound. As he stroked and rubbed, the material moved with his hand and he could sense something slippery inside.

"Yes, I am all wet in my knickers. I am all wet with cunt juice." As she looked down at him she saw that his cock was hard and enormously swollen. "George, I think we must do something about this," she whispered, "but keep touching me down there."

Stroking with long slow movements, she made his member seem to grow even longer. After a few moments, George's body began to tense and he arched and bucked, almost dragging himself out of Louise's grasp. He began to shudder and groan, and uttered filth to her, "I want to fuck you, do it up your cunt", "filthy slut, you'd love me to do it in you" and then his juice squirted out, splatting against the white apron of the lady therapist.

"Oh, it's going on my uniform ... and it's all slimy and yellow on my apron ... watch it soil my nice white apron ... Oooh, you dirty man, doing all your spunk on me." 

The convulsions gradually subsided and he relaxed, spent, and covered in sweat. As his breathing returned to normal, George was contrite. His kind therapist had been doing dirty job for his health and he lost control. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have said those words, and felt what I felt. But when I was spurting I felt I wanted to have intercourse with you, I wanted to put my penis inside your vagina."

"I know and it's all right. I'm not offended at all. I am pleased that you think I am attractive and you'd like to fuck me. And I like it when you say words like 'cunt' and slut."

She arranged a course of treatment, which involved a visit every week for a follow up examination, relaxing massage, and enema. She showed him her wardrobe and asked what he would like her to wear. "I can wear another rubber uniform, like this but shorter, or standard cotton/polyester. I won't be able to clean that right away, so I would have to strip off for the rest of the treatment, unless you'd like to see me all messed up."

They decided that she would just wear a cotton/poly apron, but extra size that comes to below the knee in front and wraps around and fastens at the back from her waist downward.  " I am going to include full sexual intercourse as part of your treatment. If you want I'll wear some very flimsy knickers that you can rip away or even fuck me through the material. I'll look forward to that."

George hardly knew what to say "…… well ….. if that is OK with you ……."

"Perfectly! See you in a week."



Louise Bellman's Clinic Ch. 03



Part 3: An Incontinent Lady

Louise saw more male than female clients, but there were plenty of women as well. Mostly the female clients had more serious physical problems, whereas the men's problems were often psychological.

After she had been running her clinic for a few weeks, she was visited by a strikingly handsome lady in her mid-thirties. As usual she dressed conservatively to see someone for the first time. Her client was of slightly above average height, blonde, slim at he waist and highly athletic in physique. She looked to be in good health, lean, had a fine tan and figure of someone who leads a very active life and spends much of her time outdoors.

She introduced herself as Paula, and had a confident, almost brusque manner that was absent in all of her other visitors. Her file said little except that she suffered from extreme incontinence and no medical treatment had so far been successful. It was a surprise, then, considering her appearance and manner. Louise asked her for her medical background.

Paula was uncertain whether the therapist would be mature enough to understand, she certainly looked rather young and straight-laced. After a little reflection she decided to be open.

"I don't know what details you have been given, but I am anally incontinent and the condition is quite severe I have almost no control of bowel movements. I normally defecate a couple of times a day, and at any time, though this depends on my recent diet, and what I am doing. Basically my sphincter muscle no longer functions properly. I am aware of the sensations but cannot control them. This obviously imposes limitations on what I can do in public."

Louise asked how she coped with the problem.

"When necessary, I can suppress the opening of my bowels by wearing an anal plug. I have it attached to a harness and the plug is held in my arse, blocking the excretion. You need not worry that I will mess in this room. I am wearing it now."

"It's not painful, though a bit uncomfortable, especially if I do any sport - cycling is impossible with it and I obviously can't wear a bathing suit. Also if I keep it in for long then my colon becomes uncomfortable. Then, when I remove it I immediately defecate... copiously and messily. I also think it worsens the weakness of the sphincter. So, unless it is important to prevent any bowel motion I wear plastic pants that contain my waste."

"I would think this is very unpleasant, and embarrassing."

"A bit embarrassing. But I actually enjoy the feeling of my bowel opening and the stuff sloshing around in my pants. I like it that I can be walking down the street and do it just like that without having to look for a toilet. I've had enough practice that I can carry on as normal and nobody knows. But it is impossible in polite company, and indoors it is not possible to hide the smell. But outdoors... well in the street it adds to the spice of life to know that I am doing it in my knickers while others are around. Are you shocked at my words?"

"Surprised, perhaps, by your candour. Few of my clients as honest... with themselves as you are. Are you saying that your incontinence is not such a serious problem?"

"For daily routine I can manage. I am resigned to it now. But there are many things I cannot do. I would like to join clubs - I used to be an aerobics instructor, I like swimming but now I can only do that in the sea or a river, away from others. In wet weather I can go mountain biking or jogging where it is wet and muddy, though. Getting covered in mud conceals it well. But really I miss the sense of belonging with others - I cannot be accepted. And I cannot have an intimate relationship."

"Are you sure about that, Paula? You'd be surprised what some people can accept... Do you know what caused it?"

"Oh yes. I used to be a body-builder, I competed seriously. I trained and dieted intensively, too intensively I now realise. Eventually the burden of the special diet and regime was too much for my colonic system. Some of the supplements I took, needed to dehydrate and hence sharpen my definition, made my stool very hard. The sphincter could not cope with the stresses and became over-strained. At times the pain was unbearable. That has gone now, but the legacy is that it no longer works properly."

Louise reflected for a few moments.

"I am not sure if any treatment I can give will improve the condition. I can help alleviate some of the effects - by means of regular enemas or colonic irrigation your bowels will be kept nearly empty. And your stool will be lighter and less aromatic. Irrigation is more effective but difficult perform that yourself without the equipment. But you can self-administer enemas. I can show you how to do it. Most people don't like the idea but they can be enjoyable if you can be open-minded and they are performed in the right way."

Paula thought for a few moments.

"Really, I do not expect a remedy. But what you propose would help, and I think I would enjoy it. To begin with I want to be treated by you, or someone like you, who understands my situation and can cope with it. I want to be touched, tended, by someone who doesn't mind my mess. In fact to accept it as part of me rather than ignore it. Do you think you could deal with that?" Paula said, in a challenging tone.

Louise was impressed by the matter-of-factness of this handsome woman, indeed, respected her greatly that she was able to accept her condition and yet recognise and admit that her real problem was being accepted. "I can accept you," she thought. Aloud she said that she would treat her but would need a day to prepare. Keep the plug in till then, at night too. Eat plenty of fibre and do not open your bowels till then. Tomorrow at 3 pm OK?"

"3 pm, tomorrow."

They agreed a time which she was to meet promptly.

Paula was not sure if the young lady therapist would really be able to cope when she saw how messy she was going to be. She looked very proper in her blouse, jacket and skirt. But she was impressed at her calm and assured manner, and that she knew how to listen and to ask the right questions. Yes, she seemed to know her business. In a way she welcome the extra day. It would be uncomfortable to wear her device - normally she took it out at night. But it meant that she would be extra messy the next day; it would be impossible for the person treating her to remain clean... she wondered how the fresh-looking young therapist would cope, and if she was going to get messed up...

When she returned the next day she found a note on the door telling her to go straight in and lock the door. On the table there was another note instructing her to go through into the treatment room, strip completely and hang up her clothes in the closet, then lie face down on the examination table. She should keep the plug in place. The bottom end of the table had been adjusted so that it was necessary to spread her legs wide, though her fitness regime meant that caused no difficulty and she was fairly comfortable in that position. But the position exposed her starkly and her plug was very evident. She realized how vulnerable she looked, and she felt it too. A surge of anxiety, like before a contest. Her feelings were heightened by the fullness of her bowels and the urge to expel. But the plug kept all her stool imprisoned within her.

Louise watched as the woman entered, saw her indecision and then the realisation. She was pleased that Paula looked nervous as she stripped down and lay on the table. But she was impressed by the physique of this woman; despite no longer in serious training, the muscles were finely sculpted and defined. She obviously still kept fit.

After a several minutes the door opened and Louise, she supposed, entered. However, she did not recognise the person as the same as interviewed her the day before. Louise now wore a long PVC dress, in shiny emerald green with hood and high neck. The dress hugged her body closely, covering her to mid thigh but leaving her arms bare. Underneath she was naked. Her hands and arms were clad in long gloves, of green latex, which extended to above the elbow. There was a transparent panel in the front revealing the wearer's pelvic region, in particular the crotch and the lower belly and extending down to the hem. She looked like a priestess of some weird cult, dedicated to bizarre sex rituals.

Louise' face was painstakingly and thickly made up with green eye shadow which trailed wide and offset with black lining. Her lips were painted green lipstick and cheeks "blushed" green. Her lashes were heavily mascaraed. Her underarms had not been shaved but trimmed and cropped short, almost to stubble, and died green to match the outfit.

Approaching the top of the table she stood right in front of Paula face, displaying her pelvic area from navel downward, clearly visible through the thin plastic. The hair on her pubic mound was similarly cropped short, trimmed and died green in a neat triangle, like a lawn. She was depilated immediately adjacent to her sex. Her outer labia were made up with the same green lipstick, and shadow of a similar colour had been applied to her navel, and the crevices of her groin. Fleetingly, she touched herself with the tips of her fingers. 

"I am going to unfasten the harness but leave the plug in position. That will ease the pressure inside your bowel and you will pass some wind and release a little excrement. I expect this will be embarrassing for you to experience while I am here but please do not try to resist. I am not offended by the dirt or the smell."

Before Paula could react she turned away again and took from a peg a white cotton bib apron, starched and pressed smooth, which she tied round her neck and waist. Louise approached the table and carefully unfastened the harness that was holding the plug tight in her rear opening, thus loosening it. Paula felt the plug being moved, and then a slight hiss of gas escaping from her colon and a squirt of brown fluid that she felt trickle between her legs. The relief of pressure permitted the device to resettle in place, temporarily arresting the flow.

In this position any relief from the pressure of waste built up in her bowels would come bit-by-bit and over a period of time, like intermittent diarrhea. This was much more traumatic, much more embarrassing than a sudden discharge that would be indescribably messy but over in seconds. Paula would be in a state of tension as she would have no control, or any idea of when some release would occur. She now understood the reason for the apron.

Louise stood in the gap formed by the V of the bed, almost in contact with her charge. She placed her hands on Paula's body and began to stroke with long, firm but flowing movements - soles of feet to the outside of the buttocks, up to her shoulders, then in and down alongside her spine, over her buttocks and along the inner thighs. Louise pressed her fingertips gently into the trained, supple muscles of Paula's calves, thighs and buttocks, sufficient to feel the tonus but hard enough to cause discomfort. From time to time she adjusted the device. Each time the plug was moved there was a slight escape of wind and ooze of waste. Never had Paula felt so exposed, as all her most personal bodily functions were under the control of this remarkable woman. As Louise began to stroke along the length of her back she leaned forward, making no attempt to avoid contact between her buttocks. Again, the change of position provoked a slight eruption of excreta, soiling the previously pristine garment. Paula could not quite suppress a little gasp each time.

The experience was disturbing but amazingly erotic. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable, and her inability to overcome her incontinence in her usual way heightened that feeling. Gradually the massage reduced her stress, leaving her relaxed and calm and she began to experience a physical pleasure from each eruption from her anus, no longer trying to resist. She felt humiliated and gratified at the same time, and inside she was excited with being at the mercy of the therapist.

For more than thirty minutes this continued, without a word, the strokes always smooth but varying constantly in range and location... and gradually becoming gentler more intimate, closer and closer to her crotch, and eventually caressing her in all her crevices. At the end of this soothing massage she moved up again, showing her how much the apron was dirtied. 

"See my nice apron has already become soiled with your excrement, but I do not mind at all. And you mustn't feel bad or embarrassed about making a mess on it. I am going to remove your plug now, and you wont be able to control yourself. I have to watch as you expel your waste, so it is bound to go all over my apron. Don't worry about it being ruined, I always use these aprons for dirty jobs like this. Just relax and let it happen."

Louise slowly eased the plug from Paula's anus. Even so, the expulsion was dramatic and, though warned, Paula was unprepared for the explosion. She let out an involuntary scream as the semi-liquid waste jetted from her orifice and splattered on Louise's apron. Several times she thought she was empty but there was still more. After more than a minute the expulsion ended, though Paula's bowels were still gurgling and churning. She was panting for breath too as the involuntary effort had left her sweating and breathing hard. Louise's apron was almost completely covered in brown patches and runny trails, and more was running down onto the floor. 

"Now that you have evacuated most of the contents of your bowels, I am going to clean you completely. But first look at my outfit and tell me if it embarrasses you to see it in this state. I want you to be comfortable with seeing my uniform so totally messed up with your shit. But if you prefer I will remove my apron and clean my tunic."

Paula felt a mixture of shame at having soiled Louise's outfit and guilt that she was enjoying the sight. It even gave her a sexual thrill that she had done something so dirty. She blushed with embarrassment at these thoughts but said to stay like that. "I want to see you with your apron all messed."

Louise took something from a tray and Paula next felt a tube, with a little collar being inserted into her rear hole, followed by a jet of warm water. She was being filled again, slowly but inexorably. After a couple of minutes she was again bursting to open her bowels, but the filling continued. She asked if the flow would stop, but Louise told her just to relax. 

"The water needs to penetrate into every location so as to cleanse you completely. It is an isotonic saline solution so as not to upset your fluid or electrolyte balance, and much more comfortable than ordinary water. You feel full because all the liquid is in your rectum. Now I will reduce but continue the flow, and massage your belly to work it into your colon and that will relieve the fullness. Just raise yourself onto your elbows and knees so I can massage... That's it, Paula, good, you've taken it all. Now I want you to retain it. I will keep massaging to make it more comfortable"

Louise stroked Paula's lower belly, working the liquid into her colon. She knew this would be an erotic experience for her, as she worked from just above Paula's shaven mound. She allowed her fingers to touch gently there as well, but stopping short of her vagina. Yet she noticed Paula begin to gyrate her hips, twitch and finally shudder. She kept this up for several minutes, with each stroke letting her fingers touch traveling ever deeper into Paula's crotch and finally brushing against the lips of her vagina. From time to time reassuring, "is that better?... is the way I am massaging comfortable for you?... there, done now. I will just fetch something for you to evacuate into."

Louise placed a large plastic bucket on the floor and instructed Paula to squat over it. She removed the tube and the liquid gushed out, along with any remaining contents of her bowels. It was disturbing yet arousing to expel into the bucket, in full view of the therapist, and she felt a deep longing to suffer this emotional domination, the removal of all her modesty coupled with the physical repulsiveness of such an act that would normally be performed in the strictest privacy.

"Now a second one to rinse you thoroughly. Would you like me to massage you again?... Yes, good."

The enema was repeated, and this time Louise blatantly stroked along Paula's labia and, meeting no resistance slipped along her wet furrow. She could feel the hard knob of Paula's clitoris pressing through the folds and pushed gently as she circled it with the tip of her forefinger. Paula could no longer hide the signs of her arousal and gasped loud, "Oh!! Ahhhhhhh!! Mmmmmm!! Ohhhhhhh!! I'm cummmmmming... I'm cummmmmmming!! " as she experienced a massive orgasm and copious trails of juice gushed down her inner thighs. She shuddered and spasmed again and again. Louise's hand was covered.

"Come with me now to the shower and we'll get you cleaned off."

Louise discarded her apron and ran the warm shower over her PVC dress to rinse of the muck and then removed it, leaving her completed nude. Paula felt soft hands soaping and cleansing. Then she soaped herself and rubbed Paula all over with her breasts. 

Loiuse left her for a few minutes to finish drying while she re-dressed, and then led her back to the examination room. She was not sure if she could withstand any more such invasion, but was anyway instructed to lie on her back, again with her legs spread. Instead of her rear opening it was now her sex that was on view. Despite herself, she was self conscious of this because her entire pubic area had been completely depilated, quite usual for women body-builders who wear very brief suits for posing. But she wondered what Louise thought, since she had, in contrast, deliberately cultivated her body hair in order to display it.

At last Louise spoke, "The purpose of the first part of your treatment has been to empty you completely, and I am sorry if it was embarrassing for you. What is to follow will be more profoundly personal, yet I think more pleasurable."

Louise placed her fingertips to close her eyelids and then began to massage her forehead and face, slowly moving to the neck and shoulder. Whereas the stroking had before been strong and purposeful, though not brutal, it was now amazingly gentle, and loving. The stroking gradually travelled down, over her breasts, her belly, bet ended just shy of her sex. But although the therapist's hands avoided touching her vagina or outer lips, she was again rapidly becoming highly aroused, and was aware of juice beginning to dribble from her cunt.

"Keep your eyes closed"

The hands moved down to her feet, now working upwards but again stopping tantalisingly close to the core of her desire. She trembled and found it hard to suppress the first slight grinding and bucking of her hips. Again the position shifted and Paula felt her left arm being lifted and her wrist tucked under Louise's arm as the stroking now focussed on her own armpit. With a slight movement she would be able to feel the little thatch of hair. But she was shy, or perhaps hypnotised by the moment and refrained. Her right arm followed, and she heard Louise whisper, "Don't you want to touch me? I like being touched in the place I am stroking you."

At first Paula felt awkward, never having openly displayed any lesbian tendency, though in truth she had sometimes felt such stirrings. She was given ample opportunity now as she Louise leant forward over her and she felt herself kissed very softly on the lips, and the breasts, and a tongue caressing her navel. 

"You are very wet. I can see the juice running out of your cunt and down the inside of your crotch. Lie still now."




Louise Bellman's Clinic Ch. 03



She felt her hand lifted again and placed on Louise's hairy mound. "Feel me. Feel where I have trimmed my hair is. Now move your hand down and you will feel something else."

Paula's fingers reached out and encountered what she thought was a leather belt, but then realised it was a harness, to which was attached a leather dildo.

"Yes, I am wearing my manhood, and I am going to make love to you, here on the table. It is not a very big one, I have another one much thicker and longer, but you are small and it would hurt you. I admire you very much to face up to your condition, and I am privileged to share with you."

Paula felt the implement gently enter her vagina. Louise worked it with great skill so as not to force the sensitive flesh and membranes... but so lubricated was her passage that much rougher penetration would have been easily borne, even welcomed. The artificial cock was firm, though surprisingly pliable and Paula found she could mould it a little and adhere her flesh to it by tensing her cunt muscles, so that her inner tissues moved with it slightly as Paula worked it in and out of her.

As the tempo of their congress increased Paula ran her hands all over the younger woman's body, delighting in the feel of the PVC. She caressed the nipples through the twin openings at the bodice of the dress and ran her hands round and under the skirt to touch the smooth hemispheres of her buttocks. She was surprised how firm the flesh was, belying her apparently soft femininity. She touched Louise's clit with the tip of one finger and pressed and rubbed. The effect was to strengthen the thrusts of her pelvis and the device penetrated her more deeply. 

With her other hand she inserted an exploratory finger in Louise's anus. She was astonished to feel a wetness and thought for a moment that the girl was going to shit. She was worried that Louise would object to this particular invasion of her body.

"It's OK if you like put a finger in my arse. I was hoping you would. I've applied cream into my cleft and into my rectum. Feel me inside, Paula, tell me if feels nice to feel right into my shit tunnel."

Paula became bolder and inserted a digit as far as it would go, getting more and more excited all the time. She realised that she was about to orgasm.

"Fuck me harder, Louise, shove your thing right up me. Yes... Oh, Yee...sss! Aaaahhhhh!! I'm going to come! Ohhhhh!! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!! YES!! I'm cumming!! I'm coming now!! "

As she squirmed and bucked, she felt an injection of something into her love canal. Louise had attached a little rubber bulb, and a tube ran through the shaft to emerge at a hole at the tip. The bulb was filled with liquid, which she squeezed out to simulate the male ejaculation. The woman climaxed mightily, uttering all manner of obscenities, words that no lady would normally utter.

"Do me!! Fuck me good, fuck me dirty!! Fuck your slut, shag me!! Stick it right up my slit!! Come on hurt me! Treat me as the slag I am! give it to me, all of it!! Hard, harder!! Yes, that's it...I want it in me, split me open. Fuck me with your stick... Oh, it's fantastic, keep doing it, keep spunking into me!! Yes, Fuck me!! Bang it into your slag, into her cunt!! Filthy slut, I need it!! shag me!! Shove it into me hard!! Do it to me!! Ram it up my cunt!! Do it now!! Now!! NOWWWWWWW!! "

There was much more fluid that would ever be shot by a man and the gooey liquid quickly filled her vagina and started running out of her. She screamed as the orgasm reached its peak and then collapsed, crumpled, broken and covered in sweat and juice. Tears of emotion pours down Paula's face. Louise hugged her tenderly and kissed her on her cheeks and on her lips, murmuring sweet sounds and words of comfort. They lay together for several more minutes, bodies in contact and limbs entwined.

Afterwards Louise changed back into her normal respectable attire as the other woman showered and dressed. 

"I would like you to return for a course of treatment. On each visit you will receive an enema which I will help you to retain. To begin with the quantity will be moderate, a quart only, but I will gradually increase it until you receive two or more. You will certainly be able, with correct rehabilitation, to recover sufficient sphincter control to function adequately, as long as you do not over-burden it. I also want you to bring with you some exercise clothes. And your posing suit. You are going to start training again."