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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
Part II
Physical Therapy!
The next morning I reported to the Outpatient Physical Therapy
Department as scheduled, on arrival, I checked in at the desk and was told
I needed to see Barbara, the Director, who would evaluate my case and
assign my therapist. I was then lead back through a long room with
curtained off cubicals each containing a padded table and electronic
equipment, to an office near the back of the area. Inside was a tall slim
black woman with very dark skin, and her hair fixed up in kind of a bun at
the back of her head. She introduced herself as the Director, then added
but just call me Barbara, " we are informal here in Physical Therapy." She
pulled my file from a tray and started reading through it, flipping the
pages rather rapidly. While she was doing that, I was checking out the
two dozen certificates and degrees hanging on the wall telling me how
qualified she was.
At one point, she kind of snickered and when I glanced over was looking
at my file with her hand over her mouth. When she turned the page up to
see the next one, I saw the reason for the snicker. In the file was a xerox
copy of one of the MRI's with (you guessed it) my hard cock stuck out. I
turned red, but she never said a word about it.
"Ok Mr. ..."
"Just call me Jim," I replied, "Since Physical Therapy is informal."
"Ok, Jim, Dr. R. has ordered 5 weeks of therapy, 5 times per week, to
include hot packs, massage, electro stimulation, and supervised exercise in
a special set of exercises for back problems called 'Spine Neutral'
exercises. But before we can do that, we will need to do a complete
evaluation of your present condition, so that we have a point against
which to measure progress."
"When do we start?"
"Today, but ... Jim you know this is a teaching hospital... I have a class of
new Physical Therapy students starting their clinical practice this week
and I am going to use you as part of their training... as an instructor here at
the University, you know how important it is for our students to have
hands on training..."
"Uh..." was all I could get out.
"I will be back for you in about 10 minutes and we will do the evaluation,
then I will assign your case to one of the students under the supervision of
one of my staff therapists."
Barbara came back a little while later and ushered me to an adjacent room.
"Ok Jim, I will need you to get completely undressed and put on this
gown, (indicating one on a massage table) do you need any help? No..
Good, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
I got undressed as ordered and put on the gown. This one however, must
have been made for a midget, because it just barely covered my butt and
the velcro on the catches was just about shot.
Barbara returned and taking me by the arm lead me through an adjacent
door into a classroom where there were seated 25-30 young women
students between the ages of 18 and about 23 and two older women
probably in their 30's and one male student.
"Class, this is Jim. He is a new patient of ours and is an instructor here at
the university. As a new patient, he needs a complete evaluation write up,
and has agreed to assist me in showing you how do that."
(When the hell did I agree to that! She never asked me, she TOLD me I
was going to. went through my head like a lightning bolt). But at this
point I am standing in front of the class and in considerable pain so What
the Hell ... Let's get it over with!
So there I am standing in front of about 30 young women (and 1 male)
wearing nothing but a very short examination gown (which as I said just
barely covered my ass). Barbara, then selected two students to come
forward and assist with the procedure.
Beth, a small slim blonde with a cute face and a "boy cut" hair style and
rather flat chested; who looked at most 18 years old and Susan, a woman
in her mid 20's, about 5-6, long black hair tied in a pony tail (god do I love
pony tails (but that is another story), and kind of homely looking with her
glasses on but with a body that would stop trains. We are talking
something like 44-26-38, I mean the biggest breasts I had ever seen on
someone her size.
Now I am not really into big breasts, in fact, I prefer small breasts as they
are more pleasing to the eye (It has also been my *experience* that small
breasted women tend to be more adventurous in sex; not making any
generalizations, just an observation, based upon my actual experience).
But Susan's just could not be ignored.
Beth starts things rolling by measuring my height and weight, chest, waist
and hip measurements, then asked Barbara, the nature of the problem.
Barbara, handed the women three sheets of paper from my file, which
outlined the disk problem, and the Doctor's prescrip-tion for Physical
Therapy. While Beth was looking over this paperwork, Susan started
through a series of questions regarding medical history, current comp-
laints, what movements are painful, rate the pain on a 1-10 scale, any
other health problems, etc.
Beth then asked me to turn around so that they could check the area where
the muscle spasms occur and as I do, she opens the back of the gown, so
that my cute little ass is now on display to a whole room full of women.
Now the muscles in my back were at the time partially knotted, and both
women poked and prodded the area, then brought out some kind of
instrument to measure density, and took readings from adjacent areas as
well as the affected area. Barbara, then told the rest of the class to gather
around, where they could closely observe.
Next I was asked to stretch as far overhead as I could, which of course
caused the gown to raise up all the way around and while I am in this
position, they take additional readings and I am looking at half a dozen
women directly in front of me. They are not looking at my face however,
or watching what Beth and Susan are doing but looking directly down at
my crotch and smiling. Next I am bent left and right and measurements
taken with a device which gives them the angle of maximum bend and
then told to bend backwards as far as possible which thrusts my hips
upward and the gown retracted onto my stomach. The entire class can
now see my crotch since I'm bent back and several giggles erupt from the
area behind my head.
"Now ladies, Jim has been kind enough to allow us to practice on him, so
let's not embarrass him!" says Barbara, (Kind of late for that thought!
Runs through my mind). As my ears and face turn bright red.
Next, I am to bend forward, and since the back of the gown had not been
rehooked, when I bent as to touch my toes, it slid down my arms and off
onto the floor so fast I couldn't catch it. I am now standing bent over
forward, completely nude, with my ass pointed at 18 or 20 women behind
me. Again measurements were taken and Beth tells me to stand back
upright.
"Wait a minute Beth, you need to take a density reading, since this
stretches his lower back to the maximum," observes Barbara.
So I am told to remain in that position, while they again press this device
against my back. "Now move your feet apart, Jim, and try to put your
hands on the floor; that's it, wider, until you can reach it." By the time I
can reach the floor, my feet are about 3' apart and I know damm well that
my cock, balls, and asshole are wide open to view by everyone behind me
because I can see them from between my legs. There are a lot of smiling
women and elbows nudging each other and again their attention doesn't
seem to be on what Beth and Susan are doing with the device on my back.
Now the whole series of movements is repeated only this time with my
hands behind my head and completely nude, since Barbara observed that
"That old rag, doesn't want to stay on and gets in the way, anyway."
When that is done, Barbara, had four of the students move a massage table
to the front of the class room and tells me to get up on the table.
I had learned the hard way that two movements were guaranteed to cause
my back to spasm. One getting out of a chair without lifting myself with
my arms and two, trying to get onto something higher than my butt by
backing onto it, which was how she wanted me to do it.
"I can't do that Barbara, if I try to back onto it, I'll get stabbed by pain."
I
said.
"Sure you can." she replied, "Don't be such a BABY!"
"Barbara, EVERY TIME, I have tried to back onto anything higher than a
chair for the past week, I have had a violent muscle spasm; SO DON'T
GIVE ME THAT BABY SHIT!"
I was mad, I had played her little game so far, but calling me a BABY in
front of the class was going too far! The room was dead silent; everyone
knew, Barbara had crossed a line and were waiting for her response.
"Now listen Jim..."
"NO YOU LISTEN BARBARA, If you want to use me to instruct your
class, OK, but I don't have to put up with that CRAP, and WILL NOT!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND? OR SHOULD I HAVE THE FACULTY
COUNCIL DISCIPLINARY BOARD EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!"
You could have heard a pin drop!
"Uh, Jim you are absolutely correct, I was out of line and I apologize...
Could you allow us to continue...?"
"Fine, if you want me on the table, I'll get on the table, but not by backing
onto it." I then turned, leaned over the table, and pulled myself onto it
face down, then one at a time pulled my legs up with gritted teeth, due to
the pain and laid face down on the table.
"Thank you Jim... Class we will continue now..."
Barbara, then started into what actually sounded like professional
instruction of the students. Pointing out the various muscles involved in
my problem and asking for student opinion as to what massage techniques
should be used, to release the tension in the affected area. She then
queried the students as to the other instructions from the doctor and what
they would need to do to follow those orders in my case.
When the question and answer session between teacher and students
wound down, Barbara asked me what time of day I would be available for
my treatments. I advised that I was available anytime, as I was unable to
work in this condition and was on medical leave.
"Fine, your case will be handled by Beth and the staff Therapist will be
Lisa J. Lisa, would you and Beth please take Jim to the treatment area and
get started on his treatment for today."
Laying nude on the table, I looked to my right and out of the crowd a tall
woman approached, wearing a white lab coat. She is slender and has dark
brown hair, which like Beth's was in a "Boy Cut" style. She wears 3
diamonds pierced into each ear and also like Beth is small chested. At
about age 30, she walks with assurance and smiles down at me as she
says, " Hi! Jim, let's get you up and over to the other room for your
treatment; Do you need help or would you rather get up on your own. I
know that people with back problems usually don't like people pulling on
them because it can hurt pretty badly."
I smiled back, "I'll get up on my own, if you don't mind." and started
edging myself back off the table until I was again standing, bent over it,
then lifted my torso off with my arms.
Lisa put her hand in the small of my back and gently guided me towards
the door. At that point, I realized I was still completely nude and was
headed for a public area, and stopped dead in my tracks.
"What's the matter Jim?"
"Uh, shouldn't I put something on?"
"No need we are going to the last cubical where you undressed, it's just on
the other side of the door. Beth, why don't you walk in front, then no one
will be able to see anything."
So out we went and when we hit the other side, I stayed close behind Beth
and slid into the curtained off cubical before anyone could see me. Lisa
maintained her hand on my back the whole way.
"Beth go get some hot packs and we'll get Jim started."
Lisa then had me get up on the table and lay on my back, I was acutely
conscience that I was laying there nude under the attention of a fully
clothed woman, who I might add, had the most pleasant smile and
expressive brown eyes, I have had the pleasure to observe...
Beth came back with the hot packs and the two women helped me sit up
then arraigned them on the table and laid me back on them. The wet heat
was fantastic and Lisa then put a sheet over me and said they would be
back in 20 minutes.
The hot packs felt so good that I fell asleep and in what seemed like no
time at all, felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and a soft voice calling me
back to conscienceness. "Jim... Jim... wake up Jim..."
As I opened my eyes, I saw little Beth leaning over me smiling with her
hand resting on my chest just above the left nipple. "Time to wake up! I
have to do your back now."
They sat me up again and removed the pads from below me, then had me
turn over onto my stomach. The sheet was removed and Beth explained
that she was going to attach some electrical leads to my back which would
conduct charges into the muscle. I indicated that I wasn't thrilled with the
prospect of getting jolted and she explained that it was more like a "tingle"
and would pulse, that it releases the tension in the muscles and actually
felt pretty good.
Six pads were placed on my back from the top of my buns upward to the
middle of my back on either side of the spine. When she turned on the
machine, I felt the "tingle" on the bottom set of pads and the muscles in
my ass contracted, then released, and the next set of pads activated. The
effect was a moving contraction - release sequence from the bottom
upward, then started over again.
After a couple of cycles, I told her that it really DID feel good, and that I
shouldn't have worried.
Both women sat in chairs adjacent to my table while the machine worked
me over and discussed my case. Lisa was questioning Beth on the "Spine
Neutral" exercises and it seemed that the younger woman gave the right
answers since each response got a nod from Lisa.
Next came the massage, and Beth put some lotion on my back and started
working on the area between my lower ribs and the bottom of the spine.
After about 3 minutes, Lisa stopped her and told her she would need to
force much harder with her hands and that she should stroke all the way
up and out onto my shoulders about every third time, to prevent cramping
in adjacent muscle groups. Likewise that she should also work downward
away from the primary site for the same reason. She then lubed up her
hands and demonstrated the technique she had been describing. IT WAS
FANTASTIC! I knew immediately, that I had never really had a massage
until Lisa went to work on me. She worked at it for a couple of minutes,
then started talking to me as she stroked.
"You must workout a lot Jim, You have great muscle tone."
"Not in the regular sense of pumping iron," I replied, I teach martial arts,
and that keeps me pretty well toned and flexible."
"A little more that 'pretty well' I'd say, there's hardly any fat on you
anywhere; you wouldn't believe how many REALLY out of shape people
we treat here. I enjoy working on someone who takes care of themselves
for a change."
After a couple more minutes, Lisa turned me back over to Beth and guided
her through the techniques, occasionally telling her to use more or less
pressure, work her thumb in such a way, press here, stroke there, etc. I
was in heaven!
Beth massaged me for about another half hour then wiped off the excess
massage lubricant and told me to sit up on the edge of the table. Getting
up to the required position, she handed me a thick spiral bound booklet
which was a manual from some back clinic on how to perform the various
"spine neutral" exercises and explained the benefits of each exercise.
Both women were sitting on chairs in front of me and although I had been
nude in front of these women for the past two hours, and both had
examined me in detail, I suddenly became conscience of my state of
undress when I realized that my crotch was at their eye level and that I
was fully exposed. I turned red and felt my ears heat up; which caused
Beth to give me a strange look.
"Something wrong?"
"Uh, no... I, I just realized I am sitting here carrying on a "normal"
conversation with two very lovely women; me naked and them fully
clothed."
"Oh Jim, relax..." said Lisa, "we are in a 'professional' situation, not a
social one, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about... you have a
VERY good body and should be proud of it."
Just then another therapist walked in and after glancing over at me, told
Lisa that one of her patients in the Orthopedic Post-Op ward was having
problems and could she break free to go up and work with her.
"Sure, tell them I'll be right up; Beth is familiar enough with the exercise
program to instruct Jim on how to do them and I see no need for me to
stay here. Beth, get him started on the first 10 exercises and I will see you
both tomorrow morning. Bye Jim... see you at 10:00 sharp."
Beth then positioned me on the table on my hands and knees and we
started through the various exercises. The series must have been
developed by someone into serious pain, because for slow movement
exercises, I have never felt so much stress. For example, with your hands
and knees set 6" out from your body line and while holding your
abdominal muscles fully contracted, extend your right arm and left leg
together, outward raising both at the same time, while you balance on your
left hand and right knee until you reach maximum elevation and
extension. This should take about 10-15 seconds, now slowly (in a
controlled manner) lower them and switch to the other arm/leg
combination. Remember to keep your abdominals LOCKED throughout
the movement; do this 10 times for each side.
Needless to say, doing these nude shows EVERYTHING you have.
Especially, when you are on a table and the viewer is standing with her
head at the same height as your back line. Additionally, Beth would hold
one hand on my back and the other on my stomach throughout many of
the repetitions to make sure that the abdominals were being held tight. Or
would have a hand on one of my thighs or arms or cheeks of my butt
either to guide me or check muscle stress, in particular near the end when
an arm or leg would begin to tremble. All this contact from her soft hands
was beginning to cause some trembling for a different reason.
At one point when she was squeezing the cheek on the right side of my
ass, I said, " Uh, Beth... If you keep that up, Uh... you are going to get
some, Uh ... unprofessional, Uh... results..."
Her fingers at that point were between the cheeks in the crack and her
thumb was making circular pressing movement into the hip side of the
muscle.
"Uh, Beth, I assume it is your left hand,... well to be quite honest, ... it...
it
is getting me excited..."
Without, moving the hand, she looked between my wide spread legs and at
my fully exposed groin. The cock was just short of full extension and was
pointed downward towards the table. "Ohhh, I see what you Mean!"
Without warning, she reached under me with her right hand and grasped
my shaft, which immediately came to FULL erection and gave it several
pulls as if milking a cow, then just held it for a while, clamped tightly in
her hand.
"Well I THINK THAT IS ENOUGH FOR TODAY." she said in a husky
voice, then released my cock and told me to sit on the edge of the table
facing her again.
I moved to the sitting position and my cock was standing straight up. Beth
then spread my legs and stepped between them; lightly ran her hands over
my sides, then said, "Jim, I'm going to help you get down, now, so I want
you to put your arms on my shoulders and your legs around my hips, then
I'm going to pull you towards me and let you slide down my body to the
floor, OK?"
Before I could answer, she reached between us and moved my cock to a
vertical position pressed between us, then tightly hugged me around the
chest below the arms and pulled me forward. As my butt cleared the
table, my cock and balls slid down the front of her uniform as my inner
thighs slid down the outside of her body.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed.
"What... What's wrong?"
"Your buttons! The buttons on my balls!"
Beth, giggled, then while still hugging me, reached down with her left
hand and gently massaged my balls in her tiny hand, while making cooing
sounds with her head pressed against my chest.
I groaned and trembled at her manipulation and was just short of cuming
when she abruptly stopped and backed away.
"Ok Jim, I've got to go now, but I'll see you in the morning, get dressed
and don't forget to sign the log on your way out." She turned and was
gone through the curtain.
It was a hard drive back to the house thinking about that sexy little minx
and her wonderful hands.
Chapter 4 - Physical Therapy Day 2
The next day I reported to Physical Therapy as scheduled and was met by
Beth at the reception desk, then ushered back to the same treatment booth
as the previous day.
"Undress Jim and get up on the table, while I go get your hot packs."
I stripped and then looked around for one of the gowns and finding none,
worked my way up onto the table face down.
When Beth returned, I asked about a gown, and she just smiled and said,
"It'll just get in the way, so I didn't get one out; now sit up a minute and I'
ll
put these under you."
So I sat up and she positioned the pads then had me lay back on them and
covered me with a sheet, then left as had happened the day before.
After 30 minutes, she returned and did the electro stimulation, and then
started the manual massage. This day however, she spent a considerable
amount of time massaging downward onto my rear end, which I might say
felt great. We talked as she worked, and she told me that she had just
turned 19 and had moved to the city from the Chicago area. Her goal was
to be a specialist is sports therapy and that she eventually wanted to get
her Master's Degree and open a specialized clinic of her own.
When she had completed the massage, she again directed me in the
exercises. This time we started with me on my back and did some new
ones involving leg lifts and arm leg combinations. Again, her soft hand
spent most of the time on my stomach as I did the exercises and I was
acutely aware that this pretty young woman had a completely
unobstructed view of my entire front side. The idle movement of her hand
inches away from and occasionally brushing my cock had the expected
effect, I was soon sporting a boner with a mind of it's own.
Beth took note of it with a very long stare but never made any move to
touch it directly or made any comment about it.
"Ok, up on your hands and knees, Jim, and we'll do the ones you learned
yesterday."
"What's this 'WE'" I said in a joking manner, "I haven't seen you do any of
these exercises yet."
"No and you probably never will! 'WE' as in your doctor ordered that you
be supervised in these exercises to prevent injury and I am the designated
'Supervisor', now move mister!"
"Yes Massa" I said chuckling imitating slave talk from some old movie I
had seen.
"NOT Master - MISTRESS," she replied, "But you may call me 'MISSY',"
she said with a wink and a grin.
So there I am again, on hands and knees, my cock pointing like a missile
and my balls hanging down between my open legs. Beth again places one
hand on my back and the other on my stomach as I do the controlled
exercises and again I feel the one on my back work downward until it is
continuously on my butt and gently massaging the right cheek.
Her hand on my stomach abruptly moved downward and she grasped my
hard cock in her tiny hand.
"Don't move your hips, when you do the extensions" she said with a husky
voice. Still holding onto my cock as she spoke. "Now continue."
These exercises were hard enough, but with her holding onto my shaft as I
started moving, it was too much. Changing positions caused my cock to
pull against her hand and her little finger was wrapped around just below
the head on that sensitive part. I groaned with each movement. Then I
heard a giggle!
Looking over my right shoulder, to my shock, I see Lisa with four other
female students standing in the open curtain doorway. I couldn't believe
it! I'm kneeling (wide open) with Beth firmly holding my steel hard cock
in front of a bunch of young women. I turned beet red and dropped my
head down onto my forearms. Beth still held me tightly.
"Well Beth, I brought these other students over to observe how to do these
exercises, but I must say, THAT is a UNIQUE way to maintain
supervisory CONTROL."
"Uh.. Lisa, he kept moving his hips when he changed and, and... it seemed
like an easy way to prevent that..."
The women moved into the booth, and now surrounded the table. "We'll
see," said Lisa, "continue the exercises."
"OK, Jim let's start again; up on your hands." Beth ordered, with her right
hand still firmly clamped on my cock.
Lisa lifted my shoulders bending me backwards and I put my arms back in
position. She then stood by my head with her body almost touching my
hair. I could smell her perfume strongly and she kept her hands on my
shoulders just inside the arms, laying lightly with her fingers extending
onto my back, her thumbs pointed downward on the front. "Come on Jim,
let's get going here," her soft voice almost whispered.
I started again and during the course of the exercises, all of the women ran
their hands over my body, back, stomach, arms, legs, ass, but Beth
maintain her grip on my still hard cock. All of this contact had me just
short of cuming, and pre-cum was dripping from my cock down onto the
sheet on the table. My balls felt like they were about to explode and I
could feel the sack drawn up in anticipation of climax.
Lisa, told me to stop!
"OK girls, that's it, you can go now." Then turned to Beth after they had
gone.
"Beth, you have created considerable muscle tension in this patient,
putting additional stress on his lower back, which he certainly doesn't
need; and it is YOUR responsibility to relieve his stress... Do you
understand?"
"Uh... yes Lisa, I... I'll take care of it."
"Fine, I'll be in my office. I want to see you when you are done."
Lisa then left, and Beth's left hand which had been massaging my right ass
cheek again, moved downward and gently squeezed my balls.
"Uuuuhhhhggggaaaahhh" I moaned, and her right hand worked my cock
in smooth long strokes. In short order, I sprayed cum all over the sheet
below me, then collapsed onto my side, laying on the juice soaked cloth.
As my body rolled on the way down, Beth kept stroking until my formerly
hard cock, was back to normal size. Beth used her left hand to stroke my
body, and ran her fingers along the right side of my head, through my hair,
returning with her index finger tracing my jaw line. Her right hand,
continued to gently massage my dick, then my cock and balls together.
"Thank you Beth," I rasped.
"Your welcome," she said as she bent forward and gave me a quick
'sisterly' kiss on the lips. "Now lets get you cleaned up and dressed, that's
it for today."
Beth then used a washcloth to wipe the cum from me and again positioned
me to help me get off of the table. When she stepped between my legs,
however, she looked down at my exposed genitals and then unbuttoned
her smock and turned the big buttons under. "Wouldn't want a repeat of
yesterday!" she giggled as she wrapped her arms around me as if picking
up a small child.
When my feet hit the floor and took my weight, she continued to hold on,
hugging me with her body pressed full length against me and her small
head held firmly against my chest. I returned her hug but was unsure as to
what to do. She was so young and I was in no condition physically to get
involved with a sexual affair at the time. After a couple of minutes, she
released me and looked up into my eyes while still lightly maintaining her
hold with her hands on my waist. I leaned forward, and gave her a light
kiss on the lips. She responded by opening her mouth as my tongue
brushed her lips and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. After breaking
off, she gently patted my ass and smiled. "See you tomorrow sport!"
That night, I couldn't sleep. I had trouble sleeping anyway due to the
constant pain. But this night, I spent most of the night thinking about cute
little Beth, her firm little body, her wonderful hands, and her sweet tasting
mouth.
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