N... is about fifty years old. She is five feet six inches tall, and has a good figure, with ample breasts, and a nicely rounded firm ass. She has excellent legs, and works out three days a week. We used to work together, and I had the hots for her, even then. She is married. She has a quick wit, and can come out with some surprisingly sharp-tongued remarks sometimes. She is college educated with a degree in English Literature.
P... is also very intelligent and well-educated. She is in her early forties, divorced and in a long-term relationship. She has shoulder length curly, almost bushy blonde hair. She is, by her own admission small-breasted.
“Thirty six,” she says. “But only an A cup,” she adds ruefully. She is also about five feet six inches tall, with good hips, ass and legs.
P... and N… are in charge of Semen Inc, a semen collecting clinic and sperm bank for lesbian women who want to become mothers. But they tell me my semen will not be pure enough unless I am properly prepared and turned on. I must be cleansed, and may only cum when they have determined the proper timing. When that happens, I must not hold any semen back; I must be completely drained.
It begins with a shower. They use cool water, so that my semen will not leak out too soon. After they have washed me from head to toe, they turn the hand-held shower to pulsate. I am made to stand with my feet at either end of the tub, and my back to the wall. They direct the plusating stream of water to my armpits, my nipples, and my navel. When my nippples start to harden, P… grabs my penis and holds the foreskin back. N... directs the stream all around the rim of my glans. As I start to harden, she lowers the water temperature, so that I will not become fully erect. Then, she has P… spread the cheeks of my ass, and directs the spray directly at my anus.
After I am fully washed, it is time for the hair removal. My arms are raised above my head, and tied to a special hook on the shower curtain rod. With my legs still spread. Special clamps come out of the wall, and one clamps around each of my little toes, so that I cannot move. First they lather my face, and all the way around my neck. Then, taking turns, and working from each side, they shave all the hair from ear to ear, and all the way around the back of my neck, to what would be the hair line if I were a woman. Then the upper arms and armpits. After that, they shave my chest and stomach. Then, they lather and shave what feels like a bikini line acrtoss my lower abdomen, my upper legs, and around my genitals.
I try to look down, but am restrained by my hands secured above me. I feel them parting the cheeks of my ass, and they lather my ass and perineum. After all hair is removed from my face to my knees, except for a small triangular patch around my penis and scrotum, I am rinsed off with cool water from head to toe.
“To close your pores and make your Sissy skin smoother," N... says.
Then it is time for the enema. P... uncoils a hose that is connected with a Y valve to the shower. It is the one my ex-wife used to use for masturbating in the shower. I am made to stand with one foot on the edge of the tub, and P… inserts about a foot of hose into my recum. She holds it there, and N… turns the valve that switches the water from the shower to the hose. P... holds the hose in place while liquid shit comes pouring out and is running down my legs. I can tell it is coming back out of me, because it feels hot, compared to the cool water.
P... starts slowly withdrawing the hose, turning it this way and that so that it flushes down the intestinal walls, leaving my colon completely cleansed. If my penis drips any semen, I must catch it in my hand and lick it off, because I have to keep all the semen inside my body until it is time to collect it. When the hose comes out of my ass, P... uses it to rinse off my legs. I have to hold all the remaining enema water inside, by clamping my sphincter, while they dry me off. Only then am I alllowed to sit on the toilet and release it. Sometimes, little lumps of remaining shit come out with the liquid. If that happens, I have to have another enema. This keeps on until the liquid comes out clean. After the liquid is inspected, and found to be clean, I am allowed to wipe myself.
My body is rubbed down with moisturizer from my neck to my toes, and it is time for the collar. They place a leather collar on me, with a leather leash clipped to it at the back of my neck. I am then measured for a bra. They decide I am a thirty six, but cannot decide if I am an A or a nearly B cup.