I graduated from nursing school in 1984. Part of any nursing program includes learning how to do physical assessment. Most schools teach you to everything but pelvic and rectal exams on other students – mannequins were used instead. We were tested on all aspects of the exam and our instructors suggested that we practice on each other and on our significant others.

Angie, my 19 year old girlfriend at the time, was very helpful and somewhat naive (a great combination). She was always willing to allow me to practice procedures on her body. She was very pretty – about 5’5, 115 lbs., with light brown shoulder length hair that curled in at the tips. Anyway, I don’t think she realized that gynecological examinations were part of my training. (We hadn’t even had full blown sex at that time – just some petting). When I told her that I needed to do a complete gyn exam on her she became very reticent. She was also very embarrassed. She said that she had never had a gyn exam and that her doctor had only looked at the outside of her “privates”. (more…)

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…)

I was about 18 years old, and it had been about a year since I first went to a teen clinic to get birth control pills. The pills they gave me weren’t agreeing with me for many reasons, so I decided I needed to go to a real doctor and get something else (the clinic only had nurse practitioners).

I was dreading going through the examination again, but I really needed different birth control pills. I was especially afraid of having a rectal examination and of the doctor using a metal speculum. At the clinic, they used plastic, and didn’t do a rectal, and that was all I had ever experienced. Something about those metal speculums terrified me then. Maybe they just looked too much like a “tool”. I’m not sure, but I knew I didn’t want one inside me… (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…)

The girl grew up according to the strict rules her parents observed. When she was eighteen years old and had just started Matric, her mother sent her off to their GP for a check-up.

She arrived at the doctor’s consulting room after school on a hot January afternoon. She had never met her parents’ new GP but gathered that he was a young recent graduate who had started practice in their home town.

Several other people were in the waiting room. The receptionist was an ancient old woman who ordered her to sit and wait her turn. The atmosphere in the waiting room did nothing to alleviate the hollow feeling at the pit of her stomach. Soon the heat in the waiting room had her thighs clinging together under the skirt of her school uniform.

After about half an hour the old woman said: “Famina, your turn. Knock before you enter and take your card with you.”

She did as she was instructed. (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…)

I’ve had an interest in enemas for as long as I can remember.  I was told by my sister that my grandmother used to give all the grand-children either laxatives or enemas.  The others were old enough to elect to have laxatives, but being too young to answer, I was always given both.

It must not have been too bad, because I have always been drawn to anything that could force water up my ass.  I remember, from eight or nine years on,  experimenting with things whenever I was home alone.  Empty coke bottles and plastic squeeze containers were the most common tool.  Later on I started noticing the douche and enema sections in drug stores.   Even as a kid I was fascinated by the items and never failed to get a hard-on as I lingered in those aisles.  It wasn’t until college days that I got up the nerve to take those items to a check out person and get them home to play with.  My activities were strictly solitary and were discussed with no one.

While I was away at school, I happened by a chiropractic office one day. There was a sandwich sign out in the lobby of the building advertising a Dr. John Paulson and his services which included massage, “colonic irrigation” and “prostate treatments”.   Just seeing that sign made me shaky all over. I copied down the phone number and hurried home.

Still trembling a little, I called the number.  It seemed to ring forever,  and then a man answered identifying himself as Dr. Paulson.  I managed to stammer out a request for a massage and received an appointment for that afternoon. (more…)

Carolin had just finished her breakfast. It had been delicious, with hot tea, bread, cheese, marmalade, juice etc. She relaxed and viewed the beautiful garden.

The waiter went to her and whispered a question into her ear: “Are you Carolin?”

“Yes,” she answered.

The waiter continued: “I have a message for you. You must at once go to the headmistress’ office, she is waiting for you.”

Caroline showed that she understood. She finished her tea and went to the office, where she waited for a moment, then she knocked at the door. A “yes, come in” was promptly returned. Caroline went in and closed the door behind her.

The headmistress was a nice, good looking woman in the mid forties. Normally she was kind. But today it seemed that she was a bit angry. She asked Carolin to take a seat. And she said: “Well Carolin, you had been here at the Adult Training Center for four days. Do you like to be here?”

“Yes,” Carolin replied and continued, “I had already learned a lot and will be happy to spend the rest of my vacation here.”

The headmistress said, “I am happy to hear that. Yesterday evening you received a visitor. I am not interested in what you were doing, but you were told to do some preparation. You just needed to search for the nurse and ask for an enema. Did you do that?”

Carolin must admit. “No I didn’t.” (more…)

They sat in the waiting room. Two friends, both with a secret obsession – they were turned on by women’s doctor exams. But not a secret to each other. After a few beers one night they had confessed to having a special fantasy, and neither could believe that it was the same one. But they weren’t lovers, just friends. Good friends. And that friendship was about to be put to the test.

“Okay, I’m going to try it,” the young woman whispered to her male friend. “Once I get in there, I will try to get you in there, too.”

Her heart was beating excitedly as she spoke. “But you remember, we will NEVER tell anybody else about this.”

“I know.” He nodded. His pulse was racing, too.

“This is just for us. For you. Because we’re friends.” They both looked up as the door to the inner office opened and a nurse came out.

“Linda, Doctor’s ready for you. Follow me, please.” The young woman stood up. “Jim,” she whispered, “see you soon….” He smiled briefly as his heart pounded. (more…)

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