It’s not often that an article begins with the ending, but in this case, the end of the story is very important. My visit to Lady Ashley - Nurse Mistress was excellent! She is a true professional and knows exactly what to do in a medical scenario. By her own admission, the medical scenario is her favorite. And, through at least 10 years of experience fraught with many disappointments and money spent foolishly, I can tell you that there’s every truth to the adage, “You get what you pay for.” A session with Lady Ashley isn’t “cheap” - meaning only that there’s a few dollars involved, but in terms of “value received” it’s worth every penny and then some. Her pricing schedule is $250 for the first 12 hours and $100 for every hour thereafter. I was able to come up with $350, so we spent at least 22 hours together (actually more counting the time we talked before and after the session ... so it was 22 hours of actual session!). Divide that through by the hourly rate and you get $140 per hour - you’d pay that for any other professional service, and Lady Ashley is no different.

Let’s forget the actual service for a moment and talk about the “facilities”. Lady Ashley is set up in the basement of her home with a quarter of the basement dedicated to the examining room. This room is complete with a stirrup-equipped exam table (stirrups that support the legs), all the gadgets on the wall (blood pressure cuff, ear/eye device, etc.), the stainless steel silver cabinetry, etc. No faking it - it looks like an examination room. And, as for equipment, there’s also no faking it - While I was there she used latex examination gloves, a stethoscope, a rectal thermometer, a disposable proctoscope, a disposable enema bag, a rubber reflex hammer and a little rolling wheel with points on it (probably used by neurologists). The point of this is to say that she does the job well in a fully equipped atmosphere. Oh - and not to forget her attire. She wore a button down the front nurse’s uniform which came to just below her buttocks. Underneath it was white garter belt, panties, and stockings. I’m not so sure about the bra since, being an “ass man”, I only paid attention to that area (as you’ll find out later). The point about her attire is that it covered enough to almost seem “real”, but exposed enough to lightly tease me in this fantasy scenario. On with the exam...

I was greeted at the door by Lady Ashley, a slender woman of 32 years old. She is built on a small frame, although she stood tall in a long red dress and black heels. She is fair complected and has auburn colored hair, shoulder-length and in a pony tail on this day. I was invited into her living room where she had me sit down and we got acquainted - a bit on a personal level and a bit on a “professional” level, that is, she was finding out what my past experiences were and what I had in mind for today’s session. I shared with her the fact that I had been to the Sherema Clinic in Los Angeles on several occasions and that there was also a Nurse Geneva in Hollywood whom I visit when I’m in the area now that Sherema no longer exists. It was important for me to make very clear to Lady Ashley that the medical scenario was critical, however, the nervousness and humiliation of being examined and exposed in front of the nurse was not to be overlooked. At the same time, however, I do not lean toward D/s, B&D, or S&M

but that an exam scenario sort of touches each of these areas. Had I known the expert that Lady Ashley is, I could have saved my breath explaining this to her...

She led me downstairs where my eyes popped out at the sight of her examining room. She told me to get undressed and she provided me with a hospital gown. I was beginning to realize that this was going to be a great session. Lady Ashley went back upstairs to become the Nurse Mistress. I removed all of my clothes except my underpants (I like to leave them on and have the nurse tell me to take it off) and donned the hospital gown. I soon heard “Nurse” Ashley coming down the stairs and then she was standing in the examination room with me. I greeted her as the Nurse and questioned whether she would be conducting the examination. She told me that the doctor was busy ... and so the hesitancy on my part began.

Nurse Ashley had me sit at the foot of the examining table while she listened to my chest and back with her stethoscope. She loosened the gown and let it fall to my waist. She stood at the foot of the examining table looking for something in the drawers when she noticed that I still had my underpants on. They were to come off and Nurse Ashley was very insistent about that. I stood up from the examining table and, while she watched, removed my underpants. Then it was back up on the table - this time, lying back with my legs in the stirrups.

I tried to cover myself with the gown, but it was no use. Nurse Ashley raised the gown above my waist and began to examine my genitals. I forgot to mention that her exam room has a mirror on the ceiling and a mirror on the wall which faces the foot of the exam table. You don’t miss a thing! I saw Nurse Ashley putting on exam gloves and the next thing I know is that she’s rubbing lube (not KY jelly but some sort of liquid that came out of a bottle) between my asscheeks and then I feel her finger sliding into my asshole. It probes deeply and she inserts two fingers --- in and out of my asshole. It feels so good and she is using her other hand to lightly stroke my penis. While this is going on, she is asking the very humiliated and ashamed patient to tell her about his fantasies, his masturbating, etc. The session was so good that I am having trouble remembering exactly what happened when - you’ll just have to trust me on that one!

After the rectal/prostate exam, it was time for the thermometer - my favorite part ... Nurse Ashley wasted no time in sliding the thermometer in my asshole, despite my “objection”. She continued with stroking my penis and, about halfway through the temperature taking, she began to move the thermometer in and out of my asshole and twirl it around. She certainly knows how to take a rectal temperature! The temperature had been taken and Nurse Ashley noted the reading. I was now to get on the exam table on my hands and knees.

Needless to say, in this position the exam gown fell from my body and so I am totally naked on the exam table, while Nurse Ashley again has her finger(s) in my asshole. She tells me

that she’s going to insert a proctoscope for a better rectal exam. It feels so good going in - Nurse Ashley knows just what to do - how to insert it so as to maintain her dominant nurse role, but also allow the asshole to expand as necessary. With the proctoscope fully inserted, she pulls out on the plunger just a little bit and then pushes it back in - several times. This creates a bit of a suction and the feeling is incredible, then she removes the plunger and conducts her rectal exam with the proctoscope. She turns it around and moves it in and out as her examination is conducted. Nurse Ashley noted that I was very sensitive around my anus and brought to my attention the dripping from my penis. Now that her examination of my rectum is complete (for the moment), she tells me that I need an enema. Again, more crying and whimpering from me, but to no avail. I am to remain in this position as she prepares the enema. (Remember, the whole time I have been looking through my legs into the wall-mounted mirror to see my penis and balls hanging down, to see Nurse Ashley tending to my asshole ... the view from the mirror on the ceiling is quite interesting, too).

It wasn’t too long before Nurse Ashley returned with the enema bag - a 1500cc hospital unit. She told me that she was being kind and using warm water, as she inserted the nozzle into my asshole. I felt the warm water enter my bowels and, indeed, it felt good. About halfway into the enema, I felt some cramping and I began to rub my stomach - and Nurse Ashley continued with her gentle stroking of my penis and caressing my balls. (I wanted to make sure that I was able to take a good enema from Nurse Ashley, so I had taken 2 quarts yesterday and a Fleet enema this morning.) Once the entire bag was inside of me, Nurse Ashley left the nozzle in for a while and then slowly removed it. What a feeling that was. Now, with my ass in the air, I was to hold the enema as long as possible.

Because the bathroom is upstairs, I didn’t want to chance making a mess, so I held it as long as I felt certain, then asked (you must ASK the Nurse Mistress) to go to the bathroom. Having been granted permission, I moved quickly to the bathroom to release the water. Nurse Ashley required me to take as much time as I needed and she supervised my expulsion - but she gave me strict instructions NOT to urinate. When I was finished on the toilet, I wiped myself clean, including with a wet tissue, and Nurse Ashley had to inspect me to make sure I had done a thorough job - I had to bend over and hold my asscheeks apart for her. Then, it was back downstairs and into the stirrups again.

Nurse Ashley produced a little device that had a small wheel on the end of it with teeth, about the size of a dime. She used this to first roll it up and down the insides of my legs to test for sensitivity. Then she rubbed it between my asscheeks and over my balls - what a feeling that was! But, next, it was to be rolled over my penis and, finally, over the head of my penis. That actually produced a different kind of pleasure - a sort of pleasure pain that is hard to describe. I was becoming so sensitive that Nurse Ashley actually had me screaming with pleasure and some pain (strange as that may seem). She asked me which area was the most sensitive. I could only tell her that I liked it between my cheeks and over my penis, yet, they were different sensations. She stopped with the toothed wheel and produced a rubber reflex hammer, holding my penis in her hand and tapping on it with the hammer. She also cupped my balls in her hand and lightly tapped on them ... something about a light pressure on the balls that also induces an erotic pleasure/pain. As I write this, it sounds kind of dumb; all I can say is that, at the time, it was