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Adventures in Medical Fem Dom 1/?
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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 year,
entitled "Costumed Capers, Tommy/Tomi, Terry, and
Dominated By Young Girls." I never had any interest in
Female Domination prior to last year, and I thought you
might be interested in how those stories came
about.........
The following story represents my experiences last
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 last 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 "proce-
dures" 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? If so see Med. Adv. 2
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