House Calls - Take Two And Call Me In The Morning…

February the 11th 2005 We finished with Lord and Lady Martin had a good strong cup of tea and we were on our way to the next stop on Wanda's list. This time, we arrived quite quickly at our destination. Westra Manor was a large yet not ostentatious house, standing back a few acres from the main road. It had been in Laura Westra's family for more than five hundred years and she and her husband Bill Senchal, decided they'd live there regardless of their busy lives in the City. Today we were here to pick up Bill. Again the driver went to get our "patient" and this time Laura had left us a note. The note and accompanying bottle of traditional champagne wished us fun and told us she expected him back "fully examined" and declared either "incompetent or inconsequential, but not incontinent". She planned to spend her day at the spa and leave us to our own fun. We received Bill at the clinic, blindfold in place and again bound to the examining table. Wanda started his examination, taking "samples" of pubic hair, a swab from DEEP inside his cock hole, and a deep throat swab. Diana prepared him for his rectal exam and we took off his blindfold, having gagged him first. He took one look at us and our legs, breasts and cleavage, and curved derrieres in medical uniforms and his cock went nuts. It got hard and jerked around like a live wire cut from the pole. I undid one more button on my uniform, pushed the blouse open further and let my nipples peak at him. I made sure to lean over far enough to accent my perfect ass as I reached for something. My stockings smooth and sexy against my legs, reaching up and under the short skirt. His eyes took in Diana in her lab coat and promises of delicious surprises hidden beneath it, and his organ grew even harder. As Diana and I discussed our "findings", Wanda sat between his legs, her sock feet masturbating his cock with up and down strokes between the arches of her pretty feet. The curve of his cock head poked out between the wrinkled soles of her feet and grew harder with each pull. She milked his cock with her feet and we drew together the equipment we'd need for Bill's "cure" at our "clinic". He seemed a trifle casual about the entire thing, thinking we did this for his fun and pleasure. He would soon find out that this was all for us. Us and his wife and all the wives we "service" by seeing their husbands in our "clinic". It might take some convincing, but he was going to know, by day's end, that we were here for our own good. Not his. We would show him just how insignificant he really was in the grand scheme of things. His moans and groans behind the gag became louder and we watched as Wanda did her thing with those cute sock feet of hers. His cock at full attention, Diana drew on latex surgical gloves and took over for Wanda, lubricating the large rod and stroking it with her gloved hand. The dead beige of the glove overtook the dead beige of his cock and as the head grew more bulbous, the colours contrasted. An interesting effect and one I would be sure to use again in the future, I took the tray to Diana who would be administering the "treatment" for Bill today. I watched, sitting my ass against the counter and perching my feet up on the examination table. My long legs in the stockings and heels were nearly more than Bill could manage to bear and he forgot to be afraid of what Diana had planned. He wasn't thinking clearly and felt the needle enter his thigh. He looked quickly at her and his eyes enquired as to what she'd given him. I knew the contents of the shot to be straight sterile saline, but he didn't. She explained to him that the solution she'd just injected was a mix of truth serum and nerve enhancement. He would feel compelled to tell us the truth to all the questions we might ask and the enhancement would cause his nerves to become more alive and feel more… Both pain and pleasure. His eyes widened at the word pain and he looked from face to face, gazing up at us with the helplessness of a baby wrapped in swaddling. His wrists were bound to the handles on the table and his ankles had been bound to the stirrups in the table…forcing his knees bent and his legs open wide. Diana lubed her finger, in full sight so that she could watch the horror in his eyes as he realized what she intended. He didn't seem too horrified with the one finger, but she'd start there and see where it took her. She reached it down between his legs and he tried to snap his knees shut but Wanda and I had firm hold of those. He had no choice but to try and relax. Unfortunately he just couldn't do that and ended up clenching his anus tightly. This made Diana push harder and she shoved her finger in to the hilt. He gasped, but it was only a finger. He began to relax, thinking she'd fuck him with it for his pleasure. He couldn't be more wrong. She pushed a second finger in, all the while telling him she was examining him. She moved the two fingers around, feeling the walls of his rectum and pushing in yet another. Now Bill was genuinely distressed and the fear in his eyes grew. He thought he was under the witchcraft of some nerve-enhancing drug, so every move and intrusion seemed much bigger in his mind. We used nothing but saline as a mind-fuck. Let our "patients" use their own grey matter to freak themselves out. Bill thrust and tried in vain to move off Diana's fingers and she repositioned her hand and moved a fourth in. Now she had all her fingers inside his dirty hole and she moved them in further. He screamed around his gag, and she pushed even harder. We held his knees, but she used one for a brace and as she shoved more of her hand in. The main knuckles of her fingers were stopping her progress at one point, as Bill gasped for breath around his gag, his body near convulsing with the horror of being fisted. With much exertion and strength, Diana gave one good shove and buried her hand to her thumb, in his ass. She added more lubricant and shifted her hand a bit. Bill screamed out around his gag again, the pain in his eyes intensified by his own mind-fucking. Wanda and I held his knees firmly and she began stroking his organ. Diana let him relax a moment and then in earnest, began to rectally fuck him with her hand, the examination clearly over and the treatment portion begun. Bill was insane with pain. He had never been reamed out and this experience was intensified by his belief in the "drug". His cock began to swell even more and pushed against Wanda's milking hand. Diana shoved her hand forcefully into his ass a few more times and Bill shot a thick load all over himself. It pushed and oozed out his cock-hole, Wanda milking the last drops from it. Diana gave one more good shove as another small spurt of cream pushed from the rapidly shrivelling rod. She pulled her hand out and he went rigid with the pain. She peeled off her gloves and cleansed her hands. Bill lay there, breathing hard, trying to comprehend his asshole stretched to accommodate her hand. But we were no longer concerned with him in the least. After a moment or three, the driver wrapped him in his robe, drew him to his feet after unbinding him, and escorted him to his door. We watched from the window and laughed as he walked just a bit hunched over…as though he had a sore ass. Wanda poured the champagne this time…