ETT Therapy 1

Clinic Cafeteria

   Our horrible spankings were done before noon. Previously, we had eaten in bed. Today, Stripers put little socks on our feet and led us to lunch, fanny pillows in hand.

   A typical large cafeteria in most respects. Long trestle tables with attached benches. Prickly Astroturf carpeting. Harsh overhead florescent lighting.

   Three walls decorated with murals by a gifted artist. Historical and mythological scenes. Great and good Dominas of the ages. Portraits of Clinic staff members. Dominas with naked men at their feet, across or sitting on their laps, over shoulders, carried in arms.

   Physical beauty of both genders exquisitely rendered. Every man in the murals had a magnificent drooling erection. The Dominas wore revealing, alluring attire, heel sandals after the 12^th century. My prick twitched when I looked at the lovely female feet.

   The fourth wall was a window overlooking a large pond, tawny green grass, and autumnal woods. ETT Clinic must be an extensive estate. I later learned there were several branch buildings beyond the hospital, each with hundreds of patients.

    A Striper led a group of 20 of us to the patients’ section of the food line. Steel trays with identical foods. Large steel goblets of Male Milk.

The Powers of Milk

   Male Milk is for men 18 and older. A delicious, foaming-white milkshake of powerful nutrients, strong hormonal supplements, with other biochemically targeted, compounds. Quaffed upon awakening and with every meal, “Milk” positively affects the male body, virility, and emotions.

   One big reason ETT Therapy is delayed for several months is to allow Milk to work its magic. The myriad initial effects are swift and stunning.

   Among them: lips full and pouty; nipples much larger and dark brown (Enhancements change color and shape); skin soft and silky; more emotional. Incredible lustful submissive yearnings for big swaggering young beauties.

The Powers of Young Dominas (Interlude)

   … I’d leered at Adele’s girlfriends for years. But with Milk I responded to the 18 year olds like an adult. I hungered for and dreaded their visits. Every girl escorted a shamed, fearful brother or cousin. She dressed him in a frock or pinafore, so short it ended halfway down his bare welted fanny.

   The girls giggled and snorted derisively when discussing, in minute detail, all the trouble they had getting butt plugs in.

   Adele sat me Riding Out on her thigh before her girlfriends arrived. Naturally, I was naked. A guy can’t get close to a female lap unless he’s naked, even if she’s his sister. In spite of myself, I had a huge erection.

   One of the girls would pick me up, so effortlessly it scared me. Stood me so close my prick rubbed against her leg. What does a fellow feel looking up to a tall bluff beauty a foot taller and much wider? His nose just above her bare titty cleavage?

   I’ll tell you. Dizzy with helpless desire. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. Horrid, horny thoughts of spankings fill his fevered head. I totter and sway. Then she has me render O.

   I’m not very good at it yet, but I know how to suck. The taste of her toes intoxicates me. Suddenly, I’m across her lap for a spanking. Oh my sweet testicles, the agony! I kick my legs in the air, weep tears of pain, hiccup with sobs. Snot runs out of my nose.

   Countless spankings over the past months, and snot always runs out of my nose. Why?

Young Men and Constipation

   Milk causes a slight constipation problem, especially the first few years. The word “slight” is bitter jest. Adele woke me the second morning of my 18^th birthday (in March) with a container of Milk and sipping straw. I drank greedily while she removed my Sleeping Diaper and chastity cage, and pensively sucked my penis. My lifetime routine had begun.

   Until I left for ETT Therapy six months later, a family Domina woke me in that manner at home, then led me to the bathroom. Pee and poop first. My duties.

   I was, of course, naked. My Dominas were barefoot in Bath Shifts, naked under one-piece, knee-length, heavy white tee shirts – practical garb for administering Toilets and Toilettes. Also, suppositories and enemas. And .. spankings.

   I crouch. Big Dominas hug me tight, chins over my neck, full titties against my chest. They reach down my back, both hands between my bottomcheeks, which they part gently (essential after my ETT Therapy and “Blooming”, when my fanny grew to adult dimensions). My opened cheeks were set firmly on the white rubber toilet seat.

   I was whiny and fretful the first few mornings, seething with shame and outrage. I’d used the toilet perfectly well, privately, ever since I could remember! And now, having held my penis at the bidet, Dominas demanded a new humiliation. Besides, my fanny throbbed from my sister’s spankings the day before!

   Within a week, despite everything, I desperately wanted to poop for family Dominas. I often could not. In fearful panic, I tried to force it, rewarded with frustrating farts. I cried when rubber gloves went on, the sign of suppository or enema.

 A Typical Suppository From Sister

   The experience is the same with Mother, and all family Dominas. I’ll use my sister Adele as the example.

    Strapped to the Enema Bench bottom high, I learn how huge Adele’s middle finger (I often suck it) really is. More than twice the length of mine and girth of my thumb. It drips with rectal grease. The gloopy orange compound has a citrus aroma, burns and itches inside my poor rectum.

   Adele’s finger greasily slides to the knuckle. It “relaxes” my anus and “opens” my rectum. A cold steel tube keeps it open while she gets a suppository from the mini refrigerator.

   Incidentally, by now I’m crying my eyes out. To make it worse, she strokes my hard prick. “Aw, it can’t be so bad if you have such a yummy erection, now can it?”

   The suppository is clear icy crystal, size and shape of a hot dog with one tapered end. Has to be refrigerated. It melts at room temperature. Is quickly inserted into my rectum.

   I scream as the huge slimy ice sausage enters me (used panties go in my mouth). Adele follows with a thick stopper that plugs my anus tight. Then I wait 14 minutes as the suppository melts, burns, stings, and tickles inside me (in loving compensation, my genitals are fondled).

   My innards are soon churning and rumbling. The last minutes are sheer misery – I want to poop so badly it’s pathetic!

   I crouch again over the toilet, Adele holding the stopper handle in my anus. She pulls it out, sets me down quickly. Shaming, sputtering, slobbery farting. Then the deluge. I feel better as Adele wipes me. For a blissful moment, I forget what comes next.

   Every morning of my life, constipated or not (unless ill or otherwise indisposed), I get terrific spankings between toilet and bath. Every man I know does…