One day, my Mrs. (surgeon in the clinic) took me to the reception. I was stripped naked, placed under her desk and tied to a member with a rope, the end of which was in the hands of the Lady. Reception has begun. During conversations with patients and prescriptions, Mrs., tugging at the rope, forced me to caress her shoes, legs, vagina and clitoris with my tongue and lips. One patient angered the Lady with something and she pressed my genitals with a shoe to the floor ... I groaned, for which I received a kick in the face and fell silent. Turning me under the table with her back to herself, Mrs. put the heel of her shoe into my anus and for about half an hour, without stopping to receive me, I fucked this heel. I bit my lips from the pain, my butt was torn from the iron heel heel, my penis, tied with a knot-noose and constantly stimulated with a rope, stood rooted to the spot and did not drop for a minute.

It's dinner time. Mrs. took me to the next adjacent room, which turned out to be procedural. After ordering me to lie down on the bench, she began to give me an enema ... Almost 2 liters was poured. My stomach was just breaking ... in my head there was only one thought ... about the toilet. The lady, grinning, ordered me to get up ... My anguish intensified, because all the liquid had gone down ... I barely held back the muscles of the sphincter and waited for the end of the execution. However, Mrs. noticed that my member was in a state of erection. She took him with her delicate fingers and started masturbating me ... I immediately forgot about the pain ... after a minute I was ready to finish ... But Mrs., noticing this, stopped her movements and ... sharply inserted her index finger into the hole in the head member ... I howled in wild pain ... it seemed to me that the finger of the Lady through the member reached the anus ... Having awarded me with a heavy slap in the face, so as not to shout, the Lady took out her finger ... but my torment did not end there ... In my wounded and burning member, slowly a medical catheter was inserted, the end of which yl lowered into a small beaker of urine flowed ... ... Hold tight sphincter muscle at the time of urination is almost impossible ... I still can not understand how I did it. The lady brought me to the middle of the room and tied me to the viewing table standing here, so I could only act with one hand. She told me that she was going to have dinner and would be there in an hour, and I should wait for her, not daring to change my position and not empty my bowels. She said that if she finds dirt in the room, this will be our last meeting ... I asked ... "what should I do when the beaker is filled from the catheter." “You will have a drink” was the answer. Wishing me luck, Mrs. left, locking the door and drawing the curtains ...

My torment became indescribable ... all thoughts were occupied with only one ... how to hold water and not to miss a drop ... it seemed to me that this water filled me with everything and oozing out of all the cracks ... the heaviness in my stomach was incredible. .. I felt pregnant ... and yet I felt an extraordinary excitement ... The beaker was full ... holding the catheter tube, I hesitated for a moment, drank the contents of the beaker and immediately put the tube back down. I did not feel any smell or taste ... however, the beaker was filled every 3-4 minutes and I had to drink urine at the same intervals ... I only drank it at least a liter. My stomach was full, my intestines were breaking from a sharp pain ... I started treading on my feet and whimpering softly ... I felt so sorry for myself that the tears themselves poured out of my eyes and I began to sob like an offended child ... I did not cry probably already 20 years old ... I lost track of time ... it seemed to me that eternity had passed. Finally, I decided to drop everything and free myself from the weight that had pressed me ... I began to slowly move backward, removing the catheter ... and at that moment my Mistress came ...

She came not alone but with the nurse. Having praised me for my patience and freed me from the cords, the women sent me to the long-awaited toilet ... When I returned, I was ordered to undress again naked ... The ladies drank the beer they brought with them, and I, at their orders, licked their shoes, feet and pussies ... The lady said ... "I must reward you for your patience ... have a drink with us "... Women took a big glass ... somewhere in a liter and took turns peeing into it ... then both spat into the glass and the nurse blew her nose ..." Well, for you, my faithful and patient the slave said Mrs. raising a glass with a beer. I drank the proposed drink to the bottom in small sips ... and it seemed to me so delicious ... I was so grateful to the Lady for the favor and pleasure that was given that tears again appeared in my eyes. I washed the tongues of the pussy of my Hostess, after which I was placed under the Lady's table and tied with a rope for the penis. Lunch is over. The reception began.