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Adventures in Medical Fem Dom 3/?
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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!"
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 physical education, 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 you 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.
to be continued...
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