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Medical Adventures or Female Domination in the Fie
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Medical Adventures or Female Domination in the Field of Medicine
I am the author of several Fem Dom stories posted on the net group
Alt.Sex.Stories during the past couple of years, entitled "Costumed
Capers, Tommy/Tomi, Terry, and Dominated By Young Girls." I never
had any interest in Female Domination prior to 3 years ago, and I thought
you might be interested in how those stories came about.........
The following story represents my experiences that winter with the
women of the medical professions. Names have been changed to protect
the not so innocent, but the substance of this account is true (or is it?).
Due to a couple of ruptured disks in my back, I spent most of that winter
in extreme pain and was dosed up on every pain killer available plus
muscle relaxants due to spasms in my back. Over the course of 6 months I
was poked, prodded, and generally handled by a series of Nurses, Female
Doctors, X-Ray Techs, MRI Techs, Physical Therapists, etc. Having
been very active all my life, I was not used to being unable to move about
freely nor to be handled at will by all these women. I was in so much pain
however, that I didn't really care what happened to me as long as they
found some way to get rid of the pain. As I would lay at home, in be-
tween sessions, I realized that some of the "procedures" I had been
subjected to were not necessarily carried out in the "standard" way, if fact
some were specifically done in such a way as to allow the women (and in
a couple of cases their friends or co-workers) to "check me out".
At any rate, I had surgery; then started the recovery process with more
physical therapy etc.
The net effect of all of this thinking was that I would be laying there in
bed, recalling in detail the procedures and of the women involved. Now
as you might suspect, XXSU Medical Center is a Teaching Hospital so
patients get used to everything being done at least twice and usually with
an audience. No matter what it is, the student will look over the situation,
take readings, etc. which are then checked by a regular staff member or
faculty member; then they finally get around to doing what ever the
procedure is and the results are checked. Since our medical coverage only
pays 100% at XXSU facilities except for emergencies, the patient has no
choice about where the treatment will take place unless they are willing to
pay 20-50% of the tab.
All of this thinking (and I am sure the drugs helped also), started little
fantasies moving around in my head and since I hate watching game
shows and soaps all day, yet couldn't get out of bed without a 15-20
minute effort and a whole lot of pain. I had my computer moved to a
position where I could see the monitor from the bed and could put the
keyboard on my stomach while laying down. Then started to write for my
own amusement. Pain killers and muscle relaxants do strange things to
the mind and I soon found myself writing stories about young boys being
dominated by their female peers and forced into crossdressing, b&d, and
various other "humiliating" situations.
In retrospect, the topics are interesting since I was never really interested
in these subjects before, but the words just "flowed" out and onto the
screen before me. I also had an almost constant hard-on while writing and
found it necessary to stop every once and awhile to relieve the pressure in
my balls. I also started paying more attention to what was going on during
my treatments and how some of the young women in particular went to
great lengths to have me nude whether it was necessary or not; and how
there always seemed to be a need for other women to come and go during
this period.
Now I never have claimed to be a hunk or body-builder type, but I have
always stayed in good shape, opting for a toned build over bulk. This
allowed for more flexibility and speed than bulk muscles and that was
what I needed.
It was all in his imagination - I hear you say....
I think not... an example please.... OK
Usual Procedures?
My primary care Doctor NOW is a woman named Dr. Nancy W. (Before
all this it was a man Dr. Bell) When the muscles in my back spasmed
into two big knots, I managed to make it to the office, ( I should note here,
that this is a family medical clinic and that when I entered, all of the
patients in the waiting room were women and children). but quickly found
that Dr. Bell was on vacation. The receptionist saw how much pain I was
in and told me that Dr. W. could see me immediately. I didn't care who
saw me just that I needed help. I was quickly ushered back to an
examination room, where the nurse (whose name I latter learned is Vicky)
told me to undress and put on the usual gown. She then left and after
about 5 minutes returned and took the usual blood pressure and heart rate,
then told me to get up on the examination table. As I slowly moved to get
on the table, she noticed that I still had on my jockey shorts and said,
"those have to go too." Without time for me to respond, she bent in front
of me and hiked up my gown and pulled down the underwear, pausing
with her eyes 6" from my cock. As I stepped out of the garment, she
guided it over my ankles and her hair brushed against the sensitive head of
my dick (which responded with a half erection).
On the table, I was told to lay back and the half hard member was causing
a distinct bulge in the gown. I was placed with my knees up and feet flat
on the table which of course meant that the gown covered nothing of my
crotch when viewed from the direction of my feet. She then produced a
rectal thermometer and a tube of KY jelly and after lubricating her gloved
finger slowly inserted it into my ass. Other than the obligatory prostate
exams all men must undergo, my little hole remained virgin, and in fact
had never been entered by a female finger (I'm sorry to say!). Standing
between my knees and looking me right in the eyes, she slowly moved her
finger deeper into me, spreading the slick lube around. Her finger made
contact with my prostate and in nothing flat, my cock was hard as a rock
and extending it's full 7 inches (now you know). The nurse looked down
and then looked back at me and smiled. She then removed her finger and
inserted the thermometer. She held onto it and slowly moved it in and out
as she looked at her wrist watch with a grin on her face. After what
seemed like more than sufficient time, she removed it and recorded the
reading, then using a tissue in her gloved hand, placed her other hand on
my groin just above my cock, with the back of her hand brushing against
it, while she wiped the lubricant from my ass.
She then told me I could put my feet down and left the room. Needless to
say, the gown had this big peak in the middle as she left.
Within 2 minutes (and before my cock could deflate) Dr. W. came in
accompanied by another woman wearing a lab coat. The Dr. introduced
the woman as Mary a medical student and asked if it would be alright for
her to be present during the examination. I looked over at Mary and my
heart just about stopped. Now Vicky had been good looking at about 5-6
with a slim trim body and average breasts. But Mary was a tall "willowy"
brunette with a classic "model's body" she had legs that just seemed to go
on forever and had to have been at least 5-10 but it was hard to tell laying
flat on my back on an examination table. I told the Doctor that it was OK
with me. At that point, Mary looked at me and then giggled as her eyes
came to rest on the "tent" in my gown and quickly placed her slim right
hand over her mouth as she attempted to regain her composure. The
Doctor looked at her quizzically, then followed her sight line and grinned
also. All I could do was turn beet red, but couldn't force the boner down
no matter how much I wanted it to go away.
The Doctor then got down to business and proceeded with the
examination. I was told to stand and then the gown was removed and
standing nude in front of these two women with 7" of hard cock pointed
straight out, was probed and handled by both as they examined the
muscles of my back. The examination, was typical of the type one gets
with a general physical including both of them listening to my heart and
lungs with their stetho-scopes, testing reflexes, checking for hernias ( I
must admit that I did groan when Mary handled my balls), and having me
attempt to twist different ways to see where it hurt the most. The only
thing unusual was that I was completely nude throughout.
The Doctor then told me to bend over the table and BOTH gave me rectal
exams massaging my prostate and discussing it's size, shape and condition
as if I were not present. During this exam, Vicky came back into the room
and stood in the corner while the Doctor examined me. She left during the
FIRST rectal exam and I noticed out of the corner of my eye during the
SECOND rectal exam by Mary, had left the door open. I could hear
people going back a forth in the hallway and when Mary was examining
my balls from behind, between my legs as my hard cock pointed down, I
groaned. This brought a snicker from outside, so it was obvious that I had
an audience in the hall. Keeping me bent over with my butt pointed
towards the door and the family jewels clearly visible between my legs,
the Doctors made detailed examination of the knotted muscles in my back.
The Doctor then ordered a series of X-Rays to be taken and called for
Vicky to escort me to the X-ray room at the other end of the hall.
I was then given my gown back and Vicky and I slowly walked down the
hall to the X-Ray room. Due to the knotted muscles in my back, I could
not take steps longer than about 12 inches without it feeling like I was
being stabbed; so it took an eternity to make it the 75 feet down the hall.
Along the way, we passed a number of Women ranging in age from young
girls of 11 or 12 to old women in their 70's.
The whole way, that gown was pushed out in front of me and this was
cause for amusement among them all. The gown being pushed out in front
also meant that it was pulled apart in the back and Vicky, who was helping
me walk was guiding me with her hand on my ass.
In the X-Ray room, a short blonde woman who looked to be no more than
22 greeted me with a big smile and told me her name was Cindy and that
she would be taking the X-Rays. I was told to sit on the edge of a table
while she filled out some forms and then was walked over to the tilt type
X-ray table. I was placed with my back against it and the cold surface
caused me to shudder when my ass contacted it. Once I was against it.
Cindy pulled straps from the sides of the table and then lifted the gown
and secured them around my waist. While she was trying to secure it, the
gown kept getting tangled in the straps and she was getting frustrated.
Then she just reached up and untied the neck string and pulled it off
saying something to the effect "Damm, lets get rid of this stupid thing, I've
already seen your stuff anyway!". She then quickly added two more
straps which secured my shoulders and legs. I am now, therefore securely
strapped to a vertical table, unable to move, with a hard-on pointing
straight out from my body, facing the door, which Vicky had once again
left open. Only this time I could see the hallway and the people passing
by. There was only one room beyond the X-ray room which I later
learned is used for storage of supplies and that day it seemed that the
entire female staff needed to get something from that room.
Cindy then proceeded with the X-Rays and tilted the powered table in a
bunch different angles while she shot the pictures. Being tilted around
caused me to get dizzy so I just closed my eyes and went with the flow.
When she was done, she removed the straps and the table was placed in a
horizontal position with me on my back and yes that pole was still pointed
straight up. All through this, every time it would start to go down, Cindy
or Vicky who was helping her would find some need to run their hand
over my stomach, thighs, or brush against my cock, which would instantly
return it to full size. "Now you stay on your back while I develop these
pictures," Cindy instructed. "That way if I need to reshoot any of them we
won't have to get you back onto the table."
So there I lay, nude with a hard-on in the middle of the room, with the
door open. While Cindy was in the darkroom, Vicky sat in a chair by a
work table and shortly, I heard someone enter the room. "Oh hi Ann,"
said Vicky looking towards the door. Then into my line of sight walks the
receptionist (who looked to be just out of High School) carrying 3 cups of
coffee.
"I brought you some coffee" she offered and set the tray on the table by
Vicky. Shortly Cindy came out and the three of them started talking as
though I wasn't even there, except, that I could see Ann clearly as she was
positioned so that when she talked to Cindy, she was also looking directly
at me. Ann tried to be discrete (unlike some of the others who just plain
stared) and stole little peeks at my cock, then would blush slightly and
look away. What seemed to be about ten minutes later a buzzer went off
and Cindy went back into the darkroom and checked the x-rays. In a
couple of minutes, she came back out an pronounced them fine and that I
could be returned to the examination room.
I was then allowed to get up, but due to the contracted muscles in my back
needed help so Vicky and Ann each took an arm and helped me to stand
by the table, Vicky, during this stood directly in front of me and as I slid
down from the high table guided my body against hers so that her breasts
rubbed me from my stomach to my chest. Then placed her thigh between
my legs and held it against my groin while she helped me put the gown
back on. The smooth feel of her nylon uniform dress against my bare
cock once again had it standing at full attention.
The hallway scenario is repeated again, gown tented out in front, hand on
bare ass in back.
Back in the exam room, the Doctor returns and explains that she believes I
have a bad disk pressing against the nerves which is causing the muscles
to contract. She points out that according to my history, I have had back
problems off and on for 10 years and that she is going to refer me to a
surgeon for further examination. She has already arranged for an
appointment two days later but in the mean time I will need to get an MRI
scan for the surgeons use. Vicky leaves to set up the MRI appointment
and the Doctor tells me that she is going to give me two shots and that I
am to go directly home (which she notes is less than 5 miles away). The
first shot is a powerful pain killer and you should not be operating a
vehicle under it's influence; it won't take effect in the time it will take you
to get home, but will shortly thereafter. The other shot is to relax your
muscles, "They are hard as rocks" (this brought a chuckle from Mary who
was looking at my hard cock pushing out the gown). I knew what she was
looking at and turned red again. They had me get dressed except for
pulling up my pants then gave me the two shots and a prescription to be
filled later. "Now go home quickly!" ordered the doctor, Vicky will call
you later with the information on your MRI appointment.
Well I made it home OK and my cock was still hard when I got there, but
not for long. When that muscle relaxant took effect, it was a good thing I
was in bed, on my back because I have never BEEN so relaxed. Every
muscle in my body turned to jelly and I was quickly asleep for the next 6
hours.
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As I said, I was in so much pain during the above, I really didn't care what
they did to me. Hell they could have done it down on the city square for
all I cared at the time. But does the above sound like "standard" medical
procedures? Is it any wonder that scenarios of female domination were
bouncing around in the head? Would you like to hear more about my
medical adventures?
Chapter 2 - A Sexy MRI
Vicky called me that evening and told me that she had set up my MRI at a
private facility since the XXSU MRI was booked solid for the next
couple of weeks. She also said not to worry about the cost that my health
plan would pay since they had referred me. And "By the way tell Nancy I
said Hi!"
About an hour later I got a call from a woman at the MRI who confirmed
my appointment for 10:00pm the next night, so that I could take the
pictures with me to the surgeon the following day. I was told to wear
some-thing like a sweatsuit and absolutely no metal of any kind. I was
asked about implants, etc. and told to be on time since I was the last
appointment for the day and that they were staying late to get me in.
At 9:45 the next evening, I slowly hobbled into the MRI facility and was
greeted by a heavy-set lady in her 50's. "You must be Jim," she said as
she locked the door behind me. "You are a little early, so why don't you
fill out these forms, then I'll have the nurse come out and see you; they
are tied up with another patient right now."
I was then handed a pile of forms and given a seat at a table in the lobby.
Ten minutes later, I hear a sexy voice say," Are You Jim?" I look up and
see a beautiful redhead, with the most beautiful green eyes I have ever
seen, Wearing one of the tightest nurse's pantsuits with curves in all of the
right places.
"Ye.. Yes" I studdered, trying to bring my blood pressure back down to
earth bound levels.
"Good, I'm Nancy, the duty nurse."
"Oh, uh, Vicky said to tell you she said Hi," I offered trying to avoid
looking at her chest, where her uniform was tailored to showoff to
maximum benefit her "C" cup sized tits.
"Yes, she told me ALL about you when she made your appointment."
Nancy quickly reviewed the forms and then handed them to the older
woman, who threw them in a tray and while putting her coat on told
Nancy that she was through for the day and would see her tomorrow.
Nancy followed her to the door and let her out then relocked the door
after she exited.
Nancy then returned to me and said to follow her back to the imaging
room, where the technician was waiting. Again, I slowly made my way
back through a hallway using short steps to avoid pain and soon found
myself in a large room which housed a giant machine with a hole in the
middle. Kind of like a two story donut made out of white ceramic
material. Waiting in the room was a small dark haired woman who
looked more like a 12 year old than an adult. She was introduced as Jane,
the MRI technician and she explained the machine and how it worked. At
no more that 5'1" and tiny in all of her features, I had a hard time
convincing my brain that this person who looked like a prepubescent girl
was a technician, but her voice which was very soft was conveying
technical information well beyond her visual age.
Jane asked Nancy if I was ready and Nancy replied that she still had to do
the basic medical checks before they started, but had brought me straight
back rather than using one of the examining rooms to save time. Jane
said she was going back into the control room and to give her a yell when
I was ready.
Nancy then brought out a blood pressure gauge and took my reading
(which I was still sure had to be higher than a kite), then listened to my
heart (which was beating at 90 MPH) and lungs with her stethoscope.
Then facing me she told me to UNDRESS, as they didn't want any
clothing to "distort" the images. Wearing only a sweatshirt, sweatpants,
jockey shorts, and tennis shoes, this didn't take long until I got down to
the shorts. "Those TOO!" she said as she stood in front of me with her
arms crossed over her tight jacket and a grin on her face.
In my mid-40's I have been nude in front of a number of women, which
never bothered me, but for the fourth time in two days I was being
ORDERED by a woman (who was at most 26) to strip in front of her and
someone else, since Jane was clearly visible through the window of the
control room. I was embarrassed and turned red, I could feel the heat
around my ears; I don't know why, I just was.
Nancy then told me to turn around and I could feel her hands moving over
the muscles of my lower back, she turned me some more and I was now
facing Jane at her console some 5 feet away on the other side of the glass
window, and who was smiling from ear to ear as she surveyed my body.
"Good the muscles are relaxed so we should be able to get good pictures
of your spine."
Nancy, then had me bend over and put my hands on the rails for the MRI
bed and told me she was going to take my temperature. "Vicky says you
prefer a rectal temp. and I always thought those were the most accurate
anyway."
Before I could reply, I felt her finger pressing into my ass and it almost
immediately opened to admit her probing digit. While she worked some
lube into me she called out to Jane that I was almost ready and to come
in because I would need help getting up onto the apparatus. I heard the
door open and close and had absolutely no doubt that Beautiful Nancy
and Cute little Jane were both now behind me and looking at my ass.
Nancy, replaced her finger with the thermometer and as Vicky had done
held it with her fingers and moved it around, and in and out while she
waited. The bulb of the device was rubbing against my prostate and sure
enough I soon had a hard dick pointing straight down between my wide
spread legs.
"Very Nice" I heard Jane whisper to Nancy who did not give a response I
could hear.
Nancy, then wiped the excess lube from my puckered hole and the two of
them turned me to face them. Jane giggled, "Well ONE muscle isn't
relaxed!" This caused Nancy to laugh and me to turn even redder.
"That often happens with a rectal temp." Nancy said to Jane, trying to
sound authoritative. "Ok Stud, up on the tray."
As I tried to get up on the plastic tray mounted on the rails, I got stabbed
with pain and my cock immediately deflated. The women helped me inch
my way up and back and Nancy's tits were all over me, but I was in no
shape to appreciate them. Tears were freely flowing down my cheeks as I
fought back the pain. Once in place, Jane came to where my head was
laying in a set of blocks, as I squeezed my eyes trying to shut down the
tears. She gently stroked my head and ran her fingers through my hair,
and almost whispered, "God that must have REALLY hurt. Just relax
now and we'll get this over with."
I relaxed as best I could and Jane put a set of earplugs into my ears after
telling me to lay perfectly still. "This machine will sound like a
jackhammer when I move the magnets around and it will be very tight in
the tunnel, but don't worry, we'll be right here and you can talk to me
through the intercom located above your head.
Jane then disappeared as Nancy finished setting the sides of the tractor
bed to hold me in a fixed position. The bed started to move, and soon I
was traveling into the machine and lost all reference points. The top of
the passageway was less than 6" from my nose and although I have never
been claustrophobic, I sure was feeling it then. I was like being in a
coffin and I could feel my heart rate jump and even though I knew the
machine was open on both ends, found it hard to breathe.
I could hear Jane talking to Nancy on the intercom.
"Nance, I'm picking up increased heart and breathing rates; since this is a
lower back series, I'm going to run him up near the other end, do
something to distract him or we may have to sedate him!"
I tried to calm down, but the closeness was more than I could take; there
was no rationality too it, I just KNEW, I would die in there. Soon, the
bed started moving again and then stopped just a flash of light became
visible above my head. "Jim, tilt you head back so you can see out of the
machine," I heard Jane's voice say. "Good now, hold your head in that
exact position, don't move until I tell you."
"Jim, this is Nancy," I heard faintly, not coming through the speaker,
"look at me Jim, can you see me Jim?" Just then she came into view in
the crack of space visible between the tractor bed and the machine.
"I can see movement, but I can't tell what it is," I replied. Then suddenly,
the white color visible through the crack turned flesh tone from the center
out and I saw a pair of gorgeous breasts displayed upside down from my
point of view. The nipples were rose red on very pale white skin and
were standing erect like two missiles ready for launch. All I could say
was "Oh Nancy, they're beautiful!" I couldn't move a muscle the way I
was pinned in that contraption,... well that's not true... I DID move One
muscle. I got hard again!
Nancy, squeezed her breasts together, then pinched her nipples and pulled
on them, allowing them to snap back, my total attention was focused on
the fantastic sight above and behind me, just visible.
"Nancy! What the HELL are you doing!" Jane yelled through the
intercom. Apparently, Jane could not see her since the machine was
between them.
"Just what you said!" Nancy's fainter voice replied, "Distracting Him!"
Jane started laughing "The Doc ain't going to believe these pictures; I've
never seen an MRI of a hard cock before!" "The profile shots are just
GREAT!"
Shortly, the machine which had been making a high pitched noise, wound
down and then came to a stop. The Tractor bed started moving again
towards my feet and the vision of those wonderful breasts was gone from
sight.
When I came out the other end, Nancy was standing beside the bed and
her uniform was again closed. Jane came out and said the computer
images were being transferred to film and that they could get me back
down now. My hard cock was still pointing up at a 45 degree angle
towards my belly. But as soon as we started the process of getting me off
the machine, I got stabbed in the back again and ended up on the floor,
curled up and crying again. Both women tried to ease me into a
comfortable position, but the pain was relentless. Finally the spasm
passed and Nancy helped me get dressed while Jane went to retrieve the
films. As she pulled up my sweatpants, Nancy gave my cock a squeeze
and gave me a kiss on the cheek "for being such a good sport."
The women helped me across the ice covered parking lot and into my car
for the drive home. Then said goodnight as they separated and went to
their own vehicles.
When I got home, I took the films out of the big envelope and looked at
them. Sure enough, 6 shots showed my stiff cock pointing right out there
and I knew, THAT would not be missed in the future.
Chapter 3 - The Surgeon and Physical Therapy
The next day was my appointment at the surgeons office, arriving at the
appointed hour I was ushered to an examination room and given a new
pile of forms to complete and again told to undress and put on the pro-
offered gown. The nurse took the file from Dr. W. and the envelopes of
X-Ray and MRI pictures and told me the Doctor would be with me in
about 15 minutes. While sitting in the room, wearing that thin gown and
filling out the latest 50 forms, I hear a disruption in the adjacent room.
"OH MY GOD! Janet... Janet! You HAVE to SEE This! Your NOT going
to Believe it!"
I didn't NEED to ask what the nurse was looking at nor what she wanted
Janet to see. I KNEW it was my MRI pictures with the prominent hard-on
clearly visible including two views which showed it in cross section. All I
could do was turn red and try to ignore the laughter and cackling from the
other side of the wall.
About 5 minutes later and before the Doctor came in, the Nurse returned
to pickup and check the paperwork. While looking over the insurance
forms, she casually said, "Oh by the way, Jim, those are VERY interesting
MRI pictures, EVERYTHING came our VERY Clear; we've NEVER seen
any like them before!" Then smiled at me as I again turned VERY red.
The Doctor arrived shortly thereafter and the Nurse left with the pile of
paperwork. After the usual exam conducted by orthopedic specialists, he
told me he was going to schedule me for an MRI. I advised him that I had
already had one and had brought the film with me. He then left and said
he would look them over then be right back.
When he returned, he was smiling and said; "I see you had an
INTERESTING MRI session."
"You might say that," I replied, "But the pictures also don't tell that I
LEFT that way either."
"Oh!"
"Well anyway it looks to me that you have two herniated and/or ruptured
disks, probably degenerative, since you don't indicate an accident, either
one of which could be pressing against a nerve which is probably what is
causing the muscles to spasm. Now, I prefer to use surgery as a last
resort, so we are going to try a conservative approach and give you some
anti-inflam-matory drugs to take in addition to what Dr. W. has prescribed
and also schedule you for 5 weeks of daily Physical Therapy. If that
doesn't work, then I will arrange for a second opinion and probably
schedule you for surgery. Check with the Nurse after you get dressed, she
will have setup the PT appointment for you."
After dressing, I went out to the Nurse's desk and she handed me a note
showing my appointment the next day at the hospital physical therapy
department. "I've already talked to them, Jim, so they know what to
expect and I will send them a file with the necessary procedures to be
performed. Have FUN!"
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