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Michelle's Visits to the Clinic
Chapter I
The cab stopped in front of the large brownstone building and Michelle got out and paid the driver. She walked up 6 steep steps and rang the bell. As she stood waiting, the snow and wind blew in her face. For a brief moment Michelle turned and considered getting back in the cab and going back to her hotel. No, this time she would do it. This was the time she had been waiting for. She had a three-day lay over in Chicago and she did not have any other fellow workers to worry about checking up on her. This was a service and she had nothing to worry about. She was not going to go back to the hotel and do it by herself, she wanted and needed someone else, maybe even two or three people to be there, doing it, guiding her, encouraging her, forcing her. Yes, today she was not turning back.
Very pretty young women opened the door and invited her in. "I am Amanda and I will be working with you today." As Amanda closed the door she commented on the weather. Seems as if we are in for a pretty severe snowstorm this afternoon. The entrance way was warm and nicely decorated. Michelle felt good as Amanda took her by the hand and walked her down a long dark hallway. They passed many closed doors. Some of them had signs on them and some of them were blank. Michelle read one of the signs; she swallowed hard as she saw the words "Punishment" in small dark letters. We will be using the last room on the right. Here we go.
As Michelle entered the room she thought about the events that lead up to this moment. She saw the ad in one of Chicago's alternative newspapers. It seemed perfect for her. They made no bones about it. Enemas were their specialty. It took some doing to find all of this out, but she appreciated that. The ad in the paper was very discrete. It wasn't until they called her back a few days later that she realized she might be on to something. "Yes we do enemas. Yes, but do you do clinical enemas or do you have a specialty. Well we do clinical/medical setting type enemas. We also do erotic enema sessions. However we do have another specialty that you may be more interested in." Michelle held her breath as she heard the soft but firm voice on the other end of the phone. She was afraid to come out and ask. Maybe she would volunteer the information that Michelle so badly wanted to hear. In a deeper voice, the women went on to explain, “Sometimes our clients need some additional discipline. A bit more than just an erotic experience, if you know what I mean” The voice on the other end of the phone paused.
As the two women entered the room Amanda dropped Michelle's hand. Michelle gasped as she saw the contents of the room. Amanda a tall women, wearing black knee high boots put her hands on her hips. Strip, and stand next to the cross. When you are done. I want your clothes folded neatly and left in the corner, you won't need them anytime soon. Amanda stood there, hands still on hips waiting for Michelle to strip. Michelle looked down at the floor and slowly began to disrobe. When she was finished she left the clothes in a neat pile and Amanda picked them up, left the room and closed the door.
As the naked Michelle stood there shivering, her thoughts again turned to how she got there.
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