For a few years Stephen had become obsessed with finding out about medical fetishes .He had browsed contact magazines, medical dictionaries you name it any thing to do with medical procedures of a gynecological nature he was exploring and trying to find out more!

He started to broach the subject with his wife after they had been together for about three years and to his surprise she confessed to an interest in that scene but to a lesser degree.

Stephen was over the moon with excitement when Louise suggested that one night they might play some games!

Louise decided that they must get some proper equipment

“if we are going to do the job properly! “She declared one evening over a drink.

Stephen was set the task of finding some suppliers to provide the list of ‘equipment’ that his wife had asked for.

The next day when he arrived at work, he found an envelope in his jacket pocket, it was written in his wife’s hand writing on the back was a message ‘open this only when you are alone’ .

He could not wait to see what was in it (more…)

As you enter the door, the room is dark, you hear the mellowing music and the strong smell of incense fills your nostrils. The room lit, only by candle light seems very dark to your unadjusted eyes. I watch you from a shadow knowing you can’t see me, your eyes scan the room for me. You notice the over stuffed pillows on the floor and in the corner something you can’t make out, a large object. You hear my voice sternly say, you’ve kept me waiting, you know I don’t like that.

Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?

As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!! (more…)

The first time I saw Nurse Lori was about a month ago, when I went to my doctor for my annual checkup. As I sat waiting on the examination table, in walked the most incredible woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had long flame-red hair, smoldering green eyes and a brilliant, mischievous smile. She stood about 5′10″ tall, and her crisp nurse’s uniform did little to hide her gorgeous hourglass figure. I must have been just staring at her dumbly, because she finally explained that she was the new nurse and that she would be checking my vital signs. I had a sneaking suspicion that she would find my blood pressure much higher than usual on that day.

Over the next few weeks, I used every excuse I could think of, including a tiny splinter in my thumb that I could have easily pulled out, to go back to the doctor. I was obsessed with Nurse Lori, and I wanted to see her as much as possible. Finally, on my 6th visit in just a few weeks, I summoned the courage to ask Nurse Lori on a date. She politely declined, flashing me that curious smile. I was crushed. But then, on my way out, she slipped a note into my pocket. It said to meet her at the doctor’s office that Sunday at 8:00PM. (more…)

The Dr. and I had been talking online for about a year.. exchanging stories and pics of gyn exams and rectal temps. I was so curious to find out if it would be as much a turn on to actually do it as it was to read about it.

This past summer I got the nerve and we were able to coordinate our schedules. He came to my home and he brought all his medical equipment with him. At his request I had done a fleet enema the night before and early that morning. after chatting a bit to make me comfortable he asked me to remove my t shirt (not wearing a bra underneath.) so he could do a breast exam. While I stood in front of him he examined each breast and each nipple (hard and sticking out by now) (more…)

To this day I will never forget the first of many gynecology exams I have witnessed with either a girlfriend or my former or new wife. So I will start off with my new wife. We had been High School sweethearts and broke up and went our separate ways for over thirteen years. Both of us married and I divorced ten of those thirteen. I had gotten Melana’s virginity at the age of seventeen so I when we did break up I was very heart broken. It was one of those deals where parents did not approve of, deals you know and through out the years we would bump into one another now and then and the flame always seemed to still be between us.

Then one early summer morning I was awaken by someone at the door. Much to my surprise it was Melana, of all people saying that she desperately needed to talk to someone. Inviting her in we exchanged pleasantries and so forth. She then went on to tell me why she came. She wanted to escape from her abusive husband and did not know how. As we talked I could see that the old spark was still between us. Needless to say that after her coming to my house every morning as soon as her husband left for work we devised a plan to get her out of her mess. I moved her in with me. She was a totally new woman being relieved of the pressure of her ex.

About the third day she was there we ended up in bed. It was inevitable and was the best sex I had had in a while. She went on to tell me that she and her ex had not fucked in over a two year period and the only thing that kept her there was her fear of him. Finally she had enough and left. Needless to say we fucked three to five times a day for over a month. This woman could not get enough. Then came the time for her monthly and it did not come around. Finally she said, I, need a pregnancy test. After buying one from the store it proved positive. (more…)

Mary arrived early for her appointment and was ushered into the exam room by the nurse.  The young nurse handed Mary the exam gown and without a word the directions were issued and understood.  As the nurse left the room, Mary set down her purse and kicked off her shoes.

Mary slipped out of her dress and began to unbutton her blouse.  As she pulled the blouse from her shoulders, she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.  She finished disrobing in front of the mirror next pulling her panty hose down her slender legs.  Again she glanced at herself in the mirror, now dressed only in panties and bra.  She slipped her panties off and deftly kicked them onto the chair in the corner of the room. Finally she unsnapped her bra tossing the sheer garment onto the chair with her other clothes.

Her hands cupped her breasts and she groaned slightly as she squeezed each mound tightly before tweaking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.. Her hands moved in unison down over her stomach and then to her crotch.  Mary closed her eyes and sighed as her fingers danced between her pussy lips tickling her clit.  She quickly stopped as she realized how wet she was and quickly put on the gown and sat on the edge of the exam table.

After what seemed like hours she heard a knock on the door and in walked her physician.  After exchanging brief greetings, the handsome doctor stood next to Mary.  She tensed as she felt his fingers untie the ribbons that held the back of her gown together.  The doctor slipped her exam gown down over her shoulders leaving her breasts exposed to his view. (more…)

My physicians words ran through my head as I walked down the hall to the clinic.”You are pretty young to have prostate trouble.  You need a regular love life.  Get married.” 
    
 It was true.  I was only thirty and in good health.  This was … what?  Surely a nuisance.  In the previous week I had tried one visiting nurse and had only a tender rectum and swollen prostate to show for it.  The receptionist in the glass enclosed office gave me the usual forms to fill out.

Then, a charming nurse, clipboard in hand, called my name.”John?” I arose and followed her.  Her name was ‘Salle” With an “E” she informed me, smiling up into my eyes.  I was captivated.  Salle rustled as she walked.  It was her uniform which she overfilled.  Her breasts were almost peeking out of the top of the blouse and her thighs were exposed at the hemline.  Her bottom filled the dress perfectly. (more…)

You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It’s weird being shaven. You haven’t felt like this since you were twelve, and it’s all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend over to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Before long you were sucking Al’s cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty bush.

He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the lather and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin till every little curl was history. After you were naked, he sat and admired you for awhile, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he thrust himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting in your smoothness and the new feel of your bald little pubis as he tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina’s sweetness. He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under his lips till you screamed into Al’s loins. Your kneeling attacker only took your suck all the harder as your husband rose to disrobe. Naked now, his cock wagged erect and mean looking.

He knelt again to enter you. It slipped into your freshly shaven pussy and bumped your cervix again and again, slid in and out your wet tightness till he came. He grunted, spurting against your womb and bringing your own orgasm as his ejaculate filled you to overflowing. The cock in your mouth came as well, streaming salty squirt against your tongue and thrusting wildly halfway down your throat as its owner mumbled and whined. His stickiness ran out around his shaft and dribbled warm down your chin. Your husband withdrew his now limp shaft, watched affectionately as his spew trickled from your still spasming pussy to run wet down the crease of your ass and pool on the sofa’s coarse upholstery. (more…)

 She stood before him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back,  naked except for the black leather collar around her neck,  listening intently to his cool, firm voice as he chastised her for her disobedience.  She was a girl again, and this feeling of butterflies in her tummy  had not changed one bit despite the decades which had passed since she was last truly disciplined.

  Was it that no one had cared about her… or just that they had not cared enough?   She had that scary-delicious feeling in the pit of her stomach…she had allowed all that naughtiness to spread through her…goading her to defy the one real authority in her life.  There was guilt, surely, and fear of reprisal… for although she knew that she would pay dearly for her sins - she did not know which punishments would be administered.  But along with these feelings of remorse was one of smirking self-satisfaction, that she had succeeded in being so naughty, and it was this childish  gloating that would cause her to experience the worst discipline she had yet received by the hand of her Master.

 He smiled inwardly at the pretty picture she made, even as his voice took on a harsher edge.  He was angry, for he had not expected her to take this rebellion quite so far.   In a way, he was glad that she had finally stepped so far over the boundary, for he recognized the craving which was so strong within her… one that she herself had yet to fathom.  This womanchild desperately needed his commanding  force in her life - to be cared for … controlled totally…and to be thoroughly punished…taken in mind and body to  the special realm that a Master carves for his submissive which binds her to him. (more…)

I had never been for a professional enema session before and didn’t know what to expect. The clinic that had been recommended was a small private practice and was managed by a female nurse that only took a couple of patients a day. I arrived for my appointment very nervous and somewhat excited, for this was what I had waited a lifetime for.

I was greeted by the friendly nurse who seemed anxious to get started. I was quickly directed to the treatment room. The room was all white with tile floors and tile halfway up the wall, much like you would see in your regular doctors office. In the middle of the room sat the treatment table with stirrups. A toilet and a large round bathtub were located along the wall.

She said, “Since you are a new patient, I need some routine information.” She ran through the questions very quickly and asked basically if I had ever had any anal health problems.

“OK we will start with a rectal exam, so please remove everything from the waist down for now.” (more…)

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