Sealed with a Snip! - Ch. 04

Emily had scheduled my doctor's appointment without asking if I was ready. But that was how things worked now--her decisions were final, and I was expected to comply. I was nervous, of course, but also reassured by the fact that she would be with me every step of the way.

On the morning of the appointment, she laid out what I was to wear: a soft lilac blouse tucked into a black knee-length pencil skirt, nude stockings, and a pair of modest pink heels. My hair had to be neatly styled, and makeup was mandatory--foundation, mascara, and a subtle shade of pink lipstick. As I stood before the mirror, adjusting my outfit, Emily appeared behind me, smoothing a wrinkle from my blouse.

"You look lovely, Kylie," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Now, let's get going. I don't want us to be late."

Emily drove me in her small Porsche to the clinic. She could tell that I was nervous.

"What kind of doctor's appointment did you schedule for me, Emily?"

"You'll find out soon enough, Kylie" she said. "No need to worry. But in all honesty, you haven't exactly been on top of your healthcare. Now that I'm in charge, that's all going to change. You've neglected so much. I swear, if you had your own way, you wouldn't go to a doctor unless your arm was falling off," Emily said with a chuckle.

I always feared going to the doctor. I had to admit Emily was right.

Throughout the drive to the clinic, I kept glancing over at Emily as she drove in silence. She would occasionally give me a knowing smile while exuding a triumphant confidence about our new relationship dynamic. I was mesmerized by Emily's beautiful cleavage peeking out from her low-cut blouse. I also couldn't help but stare at the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings as they emerged from under her short red skirt every time she shifted her car into another gear. I was jealous that I no longer had a vehicle of my own since Emily sold my truck. However, I couldn't help but daydream about our intimate times together, with her beautiful legs wrapped around me. However, the moment we pulled into the clinic parking lot, my hands started sweating.

"Em, are you sure this is necessary? I feel fine." I asked, my voice beginning to shake.

Emily took a deep sigh of frustration, unbuckled her seatbelt and gave me stern look while clutching her hands on the steering wheel. "Kylie, don't pretend you have a choice. You're doing this."

Emily walked into the clinic with me in tow. I quickly realized it wasn't a standard doctor's office. Instead, it was a clinic that specialized in women's health, particularly labor and delivery, and was run by Emily's friend and colleague, Dr. Madison Carter.

Walking into the waiting room, I felt a flutter of unease. The walls were painted in soft pastel tones, and the air smelled faintly of lavender. Every other patient waiting was female, most visibly pregnant or there for prenatal care. I was out of place, and I knew it.

Emily, on the other hand, was completely at ease. She checked me in at the front desk, chatting effortlessly with the receptionist before guiding me to a seat.

"Relax," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "You're in good hands here."

I nodded, but my nerves only grew when a nurse called my name.

Dr. Carter was gorgeous. A poised, confident woman in her mid-40s, with sharp eyes that flicked between me and Emily as she greeted us.

"So, this is Kylie," she said with a small smile, flipping through my chart. "Emily has told me all about your transition into a more structured lifestyle."

Heat rushed to my face as I became even more nervous. "She... has?"

Emily smirked, resting a hand on my knee. "Of course. It's important Madison knows about our relationship and that your healthcare reflects the changes we're making."

Dr. Carter nodded. "Absolutely. And today, we're starting with a full health evaluation. That includes standard tests, blood work, and addressing a variety of important matters that your wife tells me you've been neglecting for far too long."

I was led down a long hallway and an into a room labeled "Birthing Suite A." Emily giggled. "Since we got you snipped, I didn't think I'd be walking into a 'birthing suite' anytime soon with you sweetie," she said.

The birthing suite was bright and sterile, with a padded exam table in the center. Dr. Carter quickly replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "We have a lot to do, and this room will be most comfortable for Kylie as we perform the necessary procedures. Now, please undress completely and cover yourself with the gown that is on top of the exam table."

I tried to find humor in the situation. "Uh, do they only make these gowns in the color pink these days?"

Emily, sitting comfortably on a stool beside the exam table, raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Kylie -- we all know pink is the appropriate color for you! Quit stalling. You already had your vasectomy. It's not like we're going to another one on you!"

I realized Emily was right. I groaned and did as I was told. Emily and Dr. Carter each took one of my arms and helped me lay onto my back with the thin paper gown over my body. Emily, who was very familiar with the features of the exam table, positioned padded supports perpendicular to the sides of the table for my arms to rest on. She wiped away beads of sweat from my forehead and told me to relax and allow her and Dr. Carter to take care of me. Next, Emily secured my arms to each of the padded supports with leather straps.

I was beginning to feel more vulnerable than ever as Dr. Carter secured my other arm tightly in place. She winked at Emily and told her to make sure the restraints were snug, but not so tight that it interfered with my circulation because I would be on the exam table for a while. Emily gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Kylie likes being restrained, don't you honey?" I remained silent, but my face became red with embarrassment.

Dr. Cater let out a giggle as she helped Emily position my legs in the birthing supports and stirrups at the end of the table and began adjusting the leather straps. I was still focusing on the immobilized state of my arms when I realized that my legs were now also tightly secured in the stirrups. Dr. Carter said, "try to scoot down a little more for me." As I did so, Emily pressed a button on the exam table, and the stirrups moved higher and wider apart until my legs were splayed far apart and I could see my feet dangling over Dr. Carter's shoulders. Emily buckled one final strap across my hips to secure them to the table.

Dr. Carter could tell I was nervous and gave me a reassuring smile. We're going to put a little something in your IV to help you relax," she said. "Women often feel very open and vulnerable with their feet bound to these metal extensions high off the table while we're working between their legs. Immediately, I understood and started feeling even more exposed and vulnerable, but also turned-on by the power the women had over me. I began to get erect when my wife started an IV in my strapped-down hand. Almost immediately, I felt warm, comfortable, and reassured about everything. Then, my wife started to roll up the gown towards my neck completely exposing the area below my waist.

"Take one last look, my princess," Emily said. "Because we're going to need to set-up a drape before we get to work."

"She's not looking very lady like," Dr. Carter chuckled. "The hair has even started growing back since the vasectomy, so we'll have to address that, too."

I looked down and saw my raging erection bobbing between my legs. I was so turned-on. If I wasn't restrained, I would have considered taking matters into my own hand.

A couple beautiful young nurses entered the room and began setting up a drape above my waist. I could tell they were surprised to see a male secured to the exam table. However, they did their best to remain professional as they completed their task so I could no longer see the area below my waist.

Next, I heard the buzz of an electric razor, and realized the nurses were shaving all of my pubic hair off as Dr. Carter was donning a pair of latex gloves. I did my best to stare at the ceiling while focusing on the dots in the tiles while listening to the hum of the razor. Despite my best efforts, I could feel my erection throbbing.

"Oh my, Emily," Dr. Carter exclaimed. "Kylie is really enjoying being tied down."

My wife responded in a very giddy tone while gently slapping my exposed member, "I've told you before, he's a grower, but not much of a show-er." I was feeling so exposed and vulnerable by the women between my knees who were evaluating my penis.

I heard Dr. Carter tell one of the nurses to take some bloodwork and the other nurse to administer a series of strong cleansing enemas.

"Is all of this really necessary," I asked. "What are you going to do, castrate me?"

The women all started laughing incessantly.

"Kylie, you signed documents legally putting me in charge of your healthcare," Emily said. "I fully intend to address things you've been neglecting for far too long. First, we'll be performing a cystoscopy to check for any obstructions and ensure everything is functioning properly."

My stomach dropped. "A cystoscopy?"

Dr. Carter's expression was calm. "It's a routine procedure, Kylie. We use a small scope to examine your bladder and remove any small stones if needed. You'll be awake, but we'll keep you comfortable."

I turned to Emily, my breath unsteady. "I don't know if I--"

She silenced me with a gentle but firm touch of her finger to my lips. "You've been passing kidney stones periodically for years. I know it's been painful for you, and that is a matter of my concern. This is a necessary procedure to finally go up your urethra and take care of the situation once and for all. You'll be fine, sweetheart. I'll be right here the whole time."

Dr. Carter interrupted, "I have a bag of ice, so we can get Kylie flaccid again. It's going to be difficult for me to work in this erect state."

"That's not necessary, Dr. Carter," my wife said. "I'll have Kylie ready for the procedure in a moment." Emily hiked-up her skirt and removed her soft red panties. I immediately knew what was about to happen. I struggled to move my knees together, to no avail.

The two women giggled as Emily wrapped the soft panties tightly around my engorged member and looked into my eyes from over the drape that was across my waist. It felt heavenly.

"I brought your favorite panties that helped me take the last of your swimmers during your vasectomy," Emily said while looking me directly in the eyes. "Now, we're going to go up that little pee-hole and take your stones. It's not like you have a choice anymore. You put me legally in charge of your medical care from now on," she remarked in a seductive tone. I unsuccessfully tried to put my knees together as the medical restraints dug into my legs.

Dr. Carter went to a drawer and took out a small clear cup. "Let's not forget to capture the specimen," she said. "We should make sure the specimen is sperm free."

"What?," Emily responded. "Kylie better be sperm free! She ejaculated inside me last week, and I'm off the pill now."

"That's playing with fire. Sometimes it takes a few weeks after a vasectomy to clear out the pipes, so to speak.," Dr. Carter said. She held the opening of the small cup at the tip of my penis as Emily gave a few quick tugs on my shaft with her delicate red panties. The feeling was heavenly. I screamed in ecstasy, as I erupted into the specimen cup with jet after jet of white, gooey semen as the nurses began to giggle.

"Quiet girls," Dr. Carter said while putting the lid on the container. "Bring this to the lab and get the sample tested."

"Now it's time for the ice!"

I screamed in agony as Dr. Carter applied a bag of ice to my groin in an attempt to make my penis flaccid. Emily crunched her panties into a ball and shoved them in my mouth. "Be a good girl and keep quiet for me," she said.

A muffled groan came from my mouth as I could taste my wife's juices on her panties. I could tell that Emily was very turned-on by how damp her panties were in my mouth. The smell my wife's pheromones was strong and always made me melt for her. She gave me a knowing wink, as she knew I loved it. I finally relaxed into the table, and sucked on the panties as I became resigned to my fate. I barely noticed the nurse stick a needle into my arm to take a sample of my blood.

Dr. Carter finished cleaning me up and rose up from the pink drape between my legs. The bag of ice obviously had the desired effect on my deflated penis. She looked me in the eye and smiled reassuringly as she arranged her instruments on a sterile metal tray.

Emily stood at my side, her fingers laced through mine as Dr. Carter and a nurse prepared the equipment and began the procedure from behind the drape.

"You're doing so well, Kylie," Emily whispered as I tensed. "Just breathe. This is for your health, and I want you to be in perfect condition."

I tried to focus on the sweet taste of Emily's vaginal juices as I sucked on her panties. However, I could feel my urethra being widely stretched and invaded.

I felt an uncomfortable burning sensation inside my penis as the scope made its way into my bladder. I could see the women looking at a monitor to track the progress of the scope. I squeezed Emily's hand as Dr. Carter worked, her voice calm and reassuring, despite my feelings of vulnerability.

"Everything looks good," she finally said. "No serious issues, and I was able to clear out the smaller stones. However, I left a stent in place to help the remaining small fragments clear out."

"A stent," I asked.

"Yes. It's a plastic tube to stretch you out. Kind of like a straw. It's harmless, although it can be slightly uncomfortable because it's a bit rigid. In some cases, it can also lead to slight incontinence, but it's worth it to get the remaining stone fragments to pass."

Emily beamed. "Not a problem! I'll have Kylie pick up some more pantyliners on the way home. And as we discussed previously, I'd now like to move forward with a comprehensive colonoscopy before administering the detailed wellness plan we formulated for Kylie."

Dr. Carter nodded. "Of course. We will schedule follow-ups to monitor the progress of the stones. I'll now page the specialists to begin the additional treatments you'd like Kylie to undergo."

I looked up at Emily in confusion. "Additional treatments?"

She stroked my hair soothingly. "Don't worry about that now, sweetheart. We'll discuss it at home."

Dr. Carter smiled. "Kylie, you're very lucky to have someone as invested in your well-being as Emily. Most people would benefit from this level of care and structure."

Emily squeezed my hand. "Yes, she is."

The nurses returned with the enema equipment and started filling the large bag and attaching a large bulb-shaped nozzle.

"It's time to clean you out, Kylie. It's necessary for the colonoscopy and evaluation of your colon health."

Emily looked me in the eyes with a huge smile and I felt her insert the enema nozzle into my rectum. "Get used to this feeling dear, because it's going to take quite a few cycles to clean you out."

Moments later, I could feel the soapy liquid begin to enter my colon. I could feel my belly fill and it didn't take long for me to become uncomfortable. I tried mumbling through the panties to tell the women that I was full, but they persisted in emptying the large enema bag.

"You're going to need to stay like this for about 10 minutes to let the liquid take effect." Dr. Carter told me.

I moaned in frustration. There was no way I could tolerate the full belly for one minute, let alone ten minutes.

"Emily -- I can't do this." I moaned through the panties. "Please -- let me release this!"

Emily removed her panties from my mouth. "You can and you will," she sang with a satisfied tone to emphasize her control over me.

"Try some breathing exercises," suggested Dr. Carter. "It helps pregnant women tolerate the discomfort associated with labor and delivery. I know it will help in this situation too."

Emily held my hand and demonstrated by blowing three short and quick breaths followed by three slow and deep breaths. "Try it! Do it right now before the discomfort becomes too overwhelming!

I pursed my lips together and followed Emily's directions by blowing three short breaths followed by three slow and deep breaths. To my surprise, it seemed to help.

"Good girl," Emily squealed.

"Empty the rest of the bag," Dr. Carter said to the nurse.

I could feel the discomfort increase, if that was even possible. I screamed in agony as my colon felt like it was about to burst!

"Be quiet or I'm going to have to gag you with my panties again," Emily said. "Don't forget your breathing!"

I quickly resumed my cycle of three short breaths followed by three long, deep breaths. "How much longer do I have?"

"Five minutes!" the nurse said.

"Good girl," Emily said as she squeezed my hand tightly. "Halfway there!"

I felt so open, exposed and vulnerable, at the mercy of the women administering the huge, uncomfortable cleansing enema. I clung to my wife's hand tightly and I focused on my breathing. The seconds ticked by so incredibly slowly.

Dr. Carter began to firmly rub my belly. I could feel the warm, soapy, liquid sloshing around inside as it cleansed me. Finally, the nurse exclaimed that time was up. She opened a nozzle and I could hear the liquid rush out of my colon and into a bucket on the floor.

"You did it, honey! Only two more cycles and you'll be all cleaned out!

Two more cycles! I couldn't believe it. I struggled against the restraints that secured me to the exam table. "Emily! I can't!," I said.

"But you can and you ARE," Emily said with a wicked grin.

I felt another round of warm liquid begin to enter my colon. It wasn't long before it started becoming uncomfortable once again.

"Don't forget your breathing," Emily said and she squeezed my hand. I looked deeply into Emily's eyes. Begging for mercy. Instead, I somehow felt her strength as I put my energy into each breath.

Short, short, short. Long, long, long...

Finally, it was time for the second release.

"Please, Emily," I said. "I have to be cleaned out by now."

"It's my decision. Not yours. You're doing one more bag," Emily said while looking me in the eyes with a firm tone.

I endured the same process for another agonizing 10 minutes. It was exhausting and humiliating to relinquish control of my bowels to these beautiful, intelligent women. When I was finally done with the third bag, the enema nozzle was finally removed from my rectum.

"Now we need to check to make sure you're clean as a whistle," Dr. Carter said as she picked up a large metal object. "This is a speculum it will help me see inside your rectum. You will feel some slight pressure..."

"It's cold," I screamed, as Emily put her panties back into my mouth. Somehow, I found that sucking on the panties was soothing.

"Looks good," Dr. Carter said. "All cleaned out!

Emily brushed a stray hair from my face and whispered, "You did so well, my love. And this is just the beginning."

"Now we're going to give you something to sleep while we perform the colonoscopy and the rest of our work," said Dr. Carter.

"Rest of your work," I asked?

"Where's the device," Dr. Carter asked.

"Nighty, night," Emily said as I began feeling drowsy.

Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard one of the nurses say, "Emily, the lab just called and said there was still trace amounts of sperm in that semen sample. You should probably take a pregnancy test right away."