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Joe's Love

Part 1

I had been seeing Joe for about two weeks when he took me to a club, the Boom Boom Room, I think it was. I found myself in a T and A club with a lot of people, some of the women had collars on and most of them looked down until told to look up. I was astounded by this and told Joe I wanted to leave. Two weeks later we went to a party at one of his friend's house. Again, I saw women walking around with collars and leashes on and they were told when to look up and when to talk. They could only talk freely if their spouses or boyfriends said so. Some stayed on the couch with their head down and didn't move unless told to. I overheard one lady even ask to go pee. I just couldn't believe it.

That night when we were home and were alone and being very sexual, Joe asked me to be submissive to him. I, at the time, was very aroused and said, "Anything." He then took my hands and tied them to the bed and we made love like that. It aroused me and I complemented him on his imagination. So the weeks went by and I started to fall madly in love with this guy. We had played some games during sex but it was all games. I soon moved in with him and we had a good relationship.

One day I was late getting home and he was a little irritated at best. We had dinner and he asked me into the living room. I went in not knowing what was going on.

"Come over here to me," he said. I did, and he pulled me over his knee and spanked me hard through my clothes.

I got up astonished at what he had done. "I will not be abused," I stated, and he looked at me and said, "That's not abuse....you got a spanking that you deserved." I rubbed my bottom and went to bed. That night he made passionate love to me. This went on for a few months, the parties and the clubs, the restraints during some sex episodes, and the occasional spankings.

I had quit my job at his request, and I started to garden and remodel and furnish the house. We were very happy, and I was truly in love. One night he came home and said, "Honey, I want you to come with me tomorrow for a physical."

I giggled, thinking it was a joke. "I don't need a physical. I feel fine." He came to me and gave me a long kiss and said, "This is going to make me very happy if you do this for me." I looked into his eyes and said, "Okay, love. What ever you want."

The next day we were at this clinic and the nurse called us back. She told me to disrobe and that the doctor would be in soon. The room was quite large and the table had big birthing stirrups attached to it. I could find no gown, so I sat there with my lover caressing me as I shivered from cold and fright. The doctor came in, and I was a little embarrassed to be sitting there naked. He introduced himself as Dr. Kent and said, "Well, let's get started. I have already went over the preliminaries with Joe, and I think it will be best to start."

"Please roll over for me Jo ( Short for Joanne) and lay on your tummy." I did as he said, and Joe was there rubbing my back. He could feel me shake. "I'm just going to take your temp now. Just lay still and relax." I tried to look behind me, but my lover had his hand on my back holding me down.

"I don't need to have my temp took," I said. "I feel just fine. Why this way?" I stated.

And Joe came down and whispered into my ear, "Please, darling. It wont hurt. You will see." I groaned and placed my head down. I heard the snap of gloves and then the doctor came to my side and I felt him part my butt cheeks. I then felt some lube on my small hole and he rubbed it around then stuck his finger up into me. I tried to roll back over but Joe held me down. He twisted his finger a little and pulled it out. Keeping my cheeks parted, he then stuck the glass rod into me and I groaned. I felt humiliated and helpless. He then held my cheeks together with his hand and Joe was rubbing my back.

After a few minutes, he took the rod out and said, "Okay. Onto your back, Jo, and place your legs in the stirrups, please." I rolled over and Joe helped me to place my legs and feet into the big wide stirrups. I was so embarrassed and tears welled up in my eyes. The doctor came over and strapped my thighs, legs and feet in. I couldn't move my lower body at all. Joe was holding my hand and kissing it as the doctor went around and collected equipment. He then sat on a stool and came between my legs. "I am just going to do a pelvic and then a pap smear."

I then felt him placed two fingers at my vaginal opening and push them in. He placed his other hand over my abdomen and started to push. "Any pain?" he asked, and I shook my head. He pulled his fingers out and said, "The pap next, Jo." I felt the speculum slide into me and then spread me wide so I could feel a rush of cold air. He swabbed my uterus and pulled the speculum out.

"Okay. Just a little anal and we will be done down here." I then felt his finger at my small opening, and he told me to take a deep breath. As I did, his finger slid all the way into me and I whimpered as it stretched and hurt me. He held his finger there for a bit then started to probe my bottom. I groaned as he was doing this and all I could think about was him taking that thing out of me. I then felt his finger pull out and I released my breath.

I heard him take off his gloves and wash his hands. When was he going to get me out of the stirrups I wondered. He came over to my side and said, "I will need to do a breast exam, Jo. Just relax." He then felt all around my right breast and then squeezed my tit a little hard. I winced. He did the same to the other and then told Joe that he could get me up now. I was soon released from the table and I got down.

"May I get dressed now?" The doctor stopped with his writing and said, "Yes, you may." I quickly got my clothes back on and then sat there. He then got up and said, "Joe, I want you to take her temp rectally twice a day, and I will see you in a week." He then left out the door.

I just looked at Joe. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Joe started to lead me out the door and said, "No, dear, I think everything's all right."

We went home and I went about my day, not giving much thought to the doctor visit. Joe always came home for lunch, and I asked if he had known that doctor before. Joe said that he had been a good friend of his. I just shrugged and went about my day. I was painting the den. That night after dinner, Joe called me into the living room. He was sitting in a straight-backed chair and had a jar of something next to him. "It's time for me to take your temp, Annie." He called me Annie a lot. I stood there frozen. I didn't want to do this. I slowly moved to him but said, "Do I really need to do this?" I wined.

He grabbed my wrist and started to pull me over his knee. I started to whimper. "Annie, this is doctor's orders, and you will do as the doctor tells you, do you understand me?" I slowly nodded my head. He then slipped his hand into my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. He then pulled down my panties and they laid just under my bottom. I was crying. He stroked my butt gently and said, "Honey, this isn't that bad, okay? Just try to relax." I could see the jar of Vaseline right in front of me with the big thermometer stuck down into it. He shifted his legs so that my bottom was sticking way up and I groaned. He reached for the jar and I then felt him separate my cheeks and lube my bottom. He placed his finger in and twisted and then pulled it out. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I then felt the glass rod enter into me and up my rectum. I moaned as it dug deep. He then let my cheeks go and started to rub my bottom.

"I hate this," I cried.

He said, "You will get used to it, my darling." It took forever for the time to go by, and I laid there with a small pole sticking from my ass.

He then reached over and pulled the rod from me, and I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and cleaned the lube from my bottom. He came in and said, "It's normal." I said that I thought the doctor was a quack and tried to leave, but Joe grabbed me and gave me a hug and big kisses and I melted. "You did very well tonight." I didn't know it then, but I was starting my submissive training. He then took me to the bedroom and made love to me.

In the morning I was called into the living room again to have my temp took. Oh, how I hated this. After, he gave me a big kiss and hug and nibbled on my neck and said, "You were a good girl this morning." He then left for work and I went about my business.

On Friday, we were invited over to a friend's and almost all of the girls were submissives. Some talked with me about Joe and my gardening and such. I then heard a commotion in the den and I went to see. There was a friend, Dale, with his wife over his knees giving her a bare-bottom spanking right there in front of everyone. I couldn't believe it. I could see she had some type of leather strap that went right up her ass crack, and her cheeks were turning bright red from his hand. Her panties were pulled down to just below her rounded bottom and her skirt was pulled up over her back. Dale then released her and took her to the corner and told her to stay there. I could hear little sobs coming from her, but they were faint. He tucked her skirt into itself and left her with her bottom sticking out for all to see. I had to close my gaping mouth. "That will make her think about talking back to me," Dale said, and Jenny stood there. She stayed that way until Dale was ready to go, which was four hours later. Poor Jenny stood in that corner that whole time with her bottom showing.

I tried to talk to Joe about it, and he said, "We don't get into other people's lives, and we don't talk about it either." I just left it, and when we got home I had thought he had forgotten about my temp, but he didn't, and soon I found myself over his knee and getting my anus lubed. I couldn't get the image of Jenny in that corner out of my mind. The days wore on and Joe taking my temp was getting a little easier. The day arrived that I was to go back to the doctors. Joe drove and I said, "Now that my temp has been normal, I will not have to have it taken anymore." Joe just mumbled something that sounded like, "I doubt that," but I wasn't sure.

I found myself in the exam room and the nurse and Joe had placed me in the stirrups again. I asked why, but the nurse said the doctor would explain the procedure. Procedure? What procedure I thought. The nurse then came around and strapped me just under my breast with a thick leather strap and one around my waist, and I started to cry.

"Joe, what's going on? What are they doing?"

He just whispered, "I wont let them hurt you. Just try and relax and it will be done soon." I could hear doors opening and things clanking as the nurse was busy around the room, and I laid there naked and spread wide apart. I just couldn't imagine what was to happen and I was scared.

The doctor whisked in and said hi to the both of us and then asked Joe, "How did the temps go?"

Joe looked at me and said, "She did just fine, Doctor. I don't think she liked them, but she did good all week." I was a little dumfounded at this response. He didn't tell him that they were normal, so I did, and the doctor said, "I'm sure they were, dear."

"Okay. Jo, today I need to take a metal tube and look into up into your bladder, and then I will place a tube that will be held by a balloon."

I looked at Joe questioning, "Why? Is there something wrong with me?" I asked.

He came down and said, "It's for the urine to flow out of you, dear, and I will be able to clamp it off and unclamp it so that you can go pee." I still didn't understand, as the nurse placed a drape over me and I could feel just a small hole around my clit. I was shaking as she sponged me hard and I winced. Joe was holding my restrained hand and caressing me.

The doctor then came between my legs and I saw him bring down a metal tube to my bottom. I then felt it start its way up into my pee hole and I wined, "OHEEE...OHNO...ouee. Ugh." Joe continued to caress as the tube was up inside and tears rolled from my face. I could see the doctor looking into the tube and then I felt like water was filling me, and he poked and turned the metal tube inside me. This went on for about ten minutes and I whimpered and cried the whole time. I had never felt anything like it. He then pulled the metal from me and I panted.

"Joe, it looks good. Jo, I'm going to place the rubber tube into you now. This will be a little bigger to keep you from leaking." I moaned as I felt the tube at my small opening. It was then pushed up into me, and I screamed a little as it stung and burned going in.

"I have to go," I said.

The doctor stated, "Yes, I know, dear. It will feel like that for quite some time. I'm going to fill the balloon now. Just relax." I braced myself for pain, but there was none, just that feeling that I had to go pee real bad.

The doctor then stood away from me and the nurse cleaned me off and Joe and the Doctor talked. The nurse then started to release me and I asked, "Aren't you going to take this out?"

Joe walked over and said, "Dear, your bladder needs to be trained and stretched, so we will need to leave it in for quite a while."

I started to cry and ask, "What's wrong with me? Please tell me?"

He just slowly took me in his arms and led me to my clothes. I felt my bottom and I touched the thing that hung from me. I groaned as I saw the end protruding from my body. It had two holes at the end and I could see a small metal clamp. Joe helped me get my panties on. He reached under me and coiled the tube so it lay in my panties. I then got dressed myself as him and the doctor talked, but I couldn't hear. "See you in two weeks, Jo, and he left the room."

It was hard to pull my tight jeans up due to the tube in me, so I left them unzipped and pulled my shirt around them. When we got home, I changed into some sweat pants and said, "I need to go pee."

Joe led me to the couch and sat me down. "You don't need to go, dear, it just feels that way. I will be home to relieve you at lunch." He then left and I laid there. I hated this feeling, and I went and sat on the toilet. I strained and pushed and I even tried to pull the tube out from me but it hurt to do so. I then went to bed and laid there. It was sort of coming to me, but I wasn't sure, and I couldn't believe that Joe would make me into a submissive, but it seemed like he had power over a basic body function of mine.

At lunch, he came home and led me to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and had to spread my legs as he took a small Alan wrench type thing and loosened the clamp and pee flowed from my body as I tried to push hard. It still felt as if I had to go even when nothing came out.

"Please leave me that thing so that I can go myself," I said. Joe said that I needed to get on a schedule and he was going to get me to adhere to it.

He helped me with my pants and then said, "Let's eat lunch." I went around and made lunch and then we ate. When he left, I went back and sat on the toilet. I still couldn't go. He relieved me again when he got home.

After dinner, he called me into the living room. I saw the jar of Vaseline waiting, and I started to whine. "Oh, please! I don't have to still do that, do I? I have been through enough."

He just patted his knee, and I slowly walked to him and he pulled me over his knee and lubed my bottom. I cried each time this was done. He let me pee once again before bed, and I laid there naked and he tried to make love to me, but I wasn't into it. I could feel the tube resting on my thigh.

The next morning before we got out of bed, Joe caressed my face and said, "Honey, I'm having to do a lot for you. I want you to ask me to do these things."

I opened my eyes and said, "What? What do you mean?"

He kept caressing my forehead and said, "I want you to ask me to take your temp and to go pee." I just closed my eyes and thought to myself, this is it, he is making me into one of them. I didn't know what to say. I loved him so much.

"Annie?"

I opened my eyes again, and without looking at him I said, "Yes, Master." He then took me into his arms and made love to me, even with that thing in me. I asked for him to relieve me and take my temp.

I cried when he had left for work. I wasn't sure of what I was doing, but now that I knew, I was able to feel a little better about my physical well-being. I wasn't sick. I was being trained to be his submissive. I agonized through the day. I thought about leaving and thought about staying, and soon I just went to work around the house and gave in to what will happen. He came home at lunch and he didn't offer to relieve my bladder.

"I need to go," I said. Silence. "I need to go pee," I said again. I went about getting lunch, and after I said, "Can I go pee, please?" He then followed me into the bathroom and unclamped my bladder tube. He then gave me a big hug and kissed me all over my neck and said that he loved me.

This went on for the next two weeks, and I was "being a good girl" as Joe put it. I was again at the doctor's office, and I had asked Joe what they were going to do to me. He just shrugged. The nurse placed me back in the stirrups and started to restrain my upper body.

I said, "That won't be necessary. I know what's going on."

She continued to strap me down tight to the table and said, "Doctor's orders."

Joe stayed with me at my side, and the nurse went between my legs and pulled the tube from my bladder. I groaned as it slipped from my hole. I got tears in my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Joe kissed my hands and my face as the nurse went around and prepared me for what was to come next. She came back between my legs, and I felt her spreading something cool on my pelvic area. I raised my head to see her lather me between my legs. She then started to shave my bottom and all the way around my anus. Joe kept whispering to me that it was okay and that he loved me.

I was soon laying there clean-shaven with tears rolling down my eyes, more from fright, because I wasn't in any pain and Joe was very supportive. The doctor walked in just as the nurse walked back between my legs. "Just a few suppositories and we will be ready for the procedure, Doctor," the nurse said. I then felt her lube my bottom and place something deep into me. She did this five times, and I groaned with each.

The doctor started to explain what was to happen to me as this was going on. "Jo, today we will need to clean out your colon, and I will take a tube and look up into your colon, and then we will insert an inflatable nozzle." He then took the place of the nurse at my spread legs and put on some gloves as the nurse hung a bag on an IV pole. I could see that the bag was full of milky white fluid. I looked up to Joe, and he kissed me on the forehead and said, "Don't worry, love." I was then wondering at that time if I had made the right decision on staying with this man.

I then felt my bottom lubed and the doctor's finger enter into my rectum. I let out a screech and held my breath as he moved his finger in me. "Jo, please try and relax. It will make this procedure much more comfortable for you." He then pulled his finger out and I felt something cold at my entrance. "Deep breath." As I did, something slipped up into me and I panted. I then felt the rush of warm water enter me and it relaxed me until a cramp hit.

"OUEEE," I cried, and the doctor stopped the flow. Joe massaged my belly and then nodded and the flow began again. This went on for about 10 minutes, and I could feel my belly engorge with fluid. The nozzle was taken out and the doctor put his finger into me again.

"This is a small enema and she didn't take it well, Joe. You will have to work on this. I suggest a half a quart a day increase until she stretches." I could see Joe nod his head as I laid there with beads of sweat on my forehead, panting like I was in labor.

The doctor took his finger out of me and a flood of water and poop came out into a pan that had been laid between my legs. I was so embarrassed. I just looked at Joe with pleading eyes, and said, "Oh, please, I will do anything. Don't do this to me. I am humiliated by this."

He looked deep into my eyes and said, "Baby, this is part of it. If you do this for me, I will know that you really love me." I just closed my eyes as wave after wave of fluid dumped from my body.

"One more soapy enema, and we can do a deep rinse until you're clean," the doctor said. The enema was then repeated, and it wasn't really any more comfortable than the first. After I had expelled my second ever enema, I saw the nurse lubing a long tube and then hand it to the doctor.

"Jo, I will now start the deep colonic cleaning, and this may be a bit uncomfortable. Just try and relax and it will be over soon."

He then took the end of the tube and inserted it into me, and I groaned. It was bigger than the nozzle, and the tube was about as big as a garden hose. He kept pushing and pushing, and then the water started and he pushed some more. I was groaning as I felt it pushing up through my anus. I then started to feel it way up my belly and move through me. He kept pushing and then said, "Good girl. It's all in now and you just need to fill." I saw the huge bag wasn't even a quarter gone as the pressure built up in me and Joe massaged my tummy.

"I can't take anymore," I cried, but the water continued to flow. I was pleading and soon the doctor stopped the flow and started to push and pull the tube in and out of me. I groaned and moaned and cried as I could feel the water slosh in me as the doctor plunged my insides. Soon the end of the tube was at my anus and he let the water flow from me through the tube. The doctor then started the second one and I took this one a little better. He pulled the tube from me after I had drained, and I sighed with relief.

"Okay. Jo, just a quick look inside and we will almost be done." I then saw him take a black tube and push it up into me. It wasn't as big as the last tube, but he twisted and turned it and I groaned. He then started to look into the tube as he pulled it slowly out. Soon the thing was out of me and the doctor came around and looked down at my face. "Jo, every thing looks good to go on with your therapy. So what I will do now is insert the inflatable nozzle and the bladder cath and you will be set. I know this has been a long session for you, and I think you should go home and go to bed for the rest of the night." He then looked at Joe and said, "No therapy tonight, okay?" Joe just nodded.

The nurse was working down by my legs and the doctor went back and put on some more gloves. He held up a big tube with two things that bulged in it. "This part goes up into your rectum and this stays out. I will then fill the balloons like this." I saw the balloons inflate with air and my eyes grew big. The balloons were as big as apples, and I started to cry.

"How will I go to the bathroom with that in me?" I cried and whimpered.

"You will need to be on a strict bowel regimen of laxatives and enemas. Joe will know how to treat you when we're finished."

Joe was holding my hand tight and looked at me with pleading eyes as if to say, "Do this for me, baby."

I took deep breaths through my sobs as the doctor lubed my bottom. He pushed the first deflated balloon up into me, and I cried even harder. It didn't hurt, it was just the thought. I then heard the hiss of air and felt some pressure as my rectum stretched and filled. I then felt the other balloon fill and it pulled on the one inside as it engorged. "Good Girl. Okay. Jo, now to replace your catheter. It will be just slightly bigger because you have been stretched. You will again feel that urge to pee, but it will go away."

I was draped and cleaned and the tube was pushed up my bladder, and I moaned and continued to cry as he filled the balloon inside my bladder. I felt completely violated and my every feeling of being was take from me. Joe and the nurse started to release me and I slowly stood up. Joe helped me to dress back into my clothes. He brought the balloon and the tube that hung from my butt up and coiled it in my panties. I was very uncomfortable, and he held me and kissed me as the doctor told him instructions. I was to have an enema twice a day and metatmucil drinks three times a day to keep my waste from getting hard. I was shaking in Joe's arms as the doctor said that he would see us in two weeks and he left the room and we followed.

When we got home, Joe undressed me, and I saw myself in the mirror. I started to sob as I placed my hand on my clean-shaven pubis, and I could see the small tube running from my bladder. When I turned, I saw the balloon was inflated at my butt and parted my ass cheeks just a bit. There was a tube that ran out of the balloon and it forked into three tubes at the end. Joe picked it up and said, "This is to fill and empty you, and these are what fills the balloons." It was hard for me to walk, but I didn't hurt at all. It was just very uncomfortable. As I laid on my side in bed, Joe started to massage my body with oil all over as he talked. "This is part of your training, love. You will have to ask me for your enemas and soon the balloons will be taken out, and I will only give you an enema for punishments, if you need them. This is all temporary, but it shows me that you are true to me."

He rolled me onto my back and continued to massage me on my back and then my legs and then my butt. "Get up on your knees and leave your shoulders on the pillow, Annie." I did what he said, and he started to massage my thighs and then my pubis slowly and gently. He found my clit and started to massage it. I was getting hot and starting to move with his massage. Just before I came, he took the inflatable nozzle and tugged on it just a little, and I screamed with delight as his hand was playing with my swollen clit and the tugging of the tube in my ass stimulated something that threw me into instant orgasm. I came and came and my sex drained its wet fluid. I was moaning as he continued to get me off, wave after wave of delight.

I fell to the bed after spending all that my body could give and Joe covered me up and I slept. When I awoke, I heard voices in the other room. Oh, I hoped that we didn't have company. I was in no mood. Joe peeked his head in the door and said, "Annie, Jenny is here. She heard that you were in training and she thought she may be able to help. You want to talk to her?"

I just nodded my head, and she walked in and sat on the bed. I sat up slowly and leaned against some big pillows. She took my hand and said, "How are you doing, sweety?"

I looked down and said, "I'm quite uncomfortable."

She started to take my covers down, and I grabbed at them.

"Let me help you," she said. She pulled my covers down and started to talk. "I heard you're seeing Dr. Kent. I, too, was trained by him and I learned a few tricks." She rolled me onto my side and then she took some Vaseline and rubbed it around my bottom where the balloon sat. "This will help you from getting a rash. Keep this area clean and keep Vaseline on it. You will be wearing this thing for about a month, so get used to dressing and sitting with it. You need to keep the balloon up front, but the tube coiled in the back of your panties so that you don't get an infection."

She then rolled me over onto my back and took something out of her purse. "Part your legs for me." I did as she said and she showed me a small tube. "You need to place this around the catheter so you don't get an infection in your bladder. Put some on the tube and then push the tube up and then pull it out. This way the medicine will get into your urethra. Believe me, you don't want an infection during training." She was showing me how to do this as she talked. She then went into the bathroom and washed her hands.

"Where are your underwear, dear?"

I pointed to the dresser and she opened it and brought a pair of cotton undies over and told me to stand up. I did what she said and she showed me how to coil the tubes so it would be the most conformable. "I will go tomorrow and by you some bigger undies. These are too tight and make you more uncomfortable. No tight pants can be worn. And I'm sure that Joe will see to that anyway. Most subs don't wear tight pants, mainly skirts and loose-fitting pants, if any at all." She pulled my underwear up and put me back to bed and sat there.

I started to cry a little, and Jenny kept talking. "I have a good idea what you're in for. Soon the bare-bottom spankings will start and then a little humiliation. You will be fitted for a face mask that will have metal bars in the back as to keep your head bowed. You will then be fitted for a chastity belt and will have to wear it at all times. It will take a few months for this to be over, but you have a good man and he seems nice enough. I'm sure he will make the experience as comfortable as possible for you."

I was now crying even harder as she told me of the torture that I was to go through. "Why did you do it, Jenny?" I asked.

She said, "It was a very slow process for me. Dale and I had been married about a year when I went to see the doctor. I thought I was sick and I was in denial up until the time I was fitted with the mask. I then knew what was happening, but I was so in love and Dale was so good to me during training that I just couldn't stop it." I just nodded. "That's what being a submissive is all about. They love you, and in your relationship you have no fights, no yelling, you get punished for your misbehaviors, and then they love you to death. I have been a sub now for three years and our relationship is strong. I hate it when he humiliates me in front of people or even when we're alone, but I know deep down that I am loved and he would never hurt me. I need to go, Dale gave me a hour to come over here and I don't want to be late." I thanked her and she left.