Author: Erika Carlsson
(A Very Clinical Exam)
Not long after I reached puberty, I had the most devastatingly humiliating experience of my life. My step-mother came home unexpectedly early and caught me lying on her bedroom floor, wearing nothing but a pair of her stockings, and sniffing her scent in a dirty pair of her panties which I had removed from the laundry hamper. I was masturbating into another pair of panties, and, right when she stepped into the room, I was at the brink of orgasm. I looked up in horror to see her towering over me. In fact, she was standing so close that when I looked up, I saw first her scarlet toe-nails in her open-toed black stiletto pumps, and her curvaceous long nylon stockinged legs. As my eyes moved on up (it seemed like everything was in slow motion) I saw the tender soft flesh of her bare thighs with the black garter-straps which suddenly seemed menacing, and when my eyes locked onto the crotch of her pantyhose I realized I was looking right up her skirt. I felt my penis surge and lurch as my balls began to boil over. And in my effort to quickly cover my throbbing erection from her view with the panties, I lost control and squirted a messy load of cum all over the panties, my thighs, the floor, and, worst of all, my step-mother's stockinged ankles. My spurting seemed endless and there was nothing to do to stop it.
When I recovered I looked way up at my step-mother's face and saw the wave of mixed emotions. First a look of shock and disbelief, followed by what may have been a flush of lust, then a look of repulsion which twisted into rage.
"Well! That has got to be the most revoltingly lewd display of perversion I have ever witnessed," she screamed, each word louder than the previous. She grabbed me by the hair and pressed my face against her semen-soaked stocking leg. "Lick up that nasty mess, you revolting little dickbeater! And sniffing my dirty panties as well. It only confirms what I suspected all along! Did you really think I wouldn't notice the wet stains I find when I go to wash them? You should be ashamed of yourself. I will have no more of it!"
With that, she gave me a sound thrashing with her whistling birch rod as she taught me the evils of sinful masturbation. "There will be [SWAT!!] NO MORE [SWAT!!!] MASTURBATION [SWAT!!!] IN MY HOUSE!!!" [SWAT!!!][SWAT!!!!][SWAT!!!!!]......
To make a long story short, my step-mother forbade me to masturbate ever again. She made me wear her panties around the house so she could monitor the state of my penis. Sometimes she would fondle and squeeze my genitals with her hands, telling me that if my penis didn't respond quickly enough or my balls weren't heavy, she would know I had masturbated. She seemed to like to sexually tease me constantly to test my resolve, wearing her short tight skirts and stockings and often nothing but her panties and bra around the house. She often made me give her foot massages and back rubs, and when I was on my knees on the floor at her feet I could see up her skirt and often she wasn't even wearing panties or hose! And she would stroke my penis through my panties with her feet but not let me cum, and then make me suck the wet spot of pre-cum from my panties so they wouldn't be stained. I was horny all the time but didn't dare to masturbate. When my need for relief became so great that I thought my balls would burst, I told my step-mother about the painful cramps in my genitals and begged for mercy.
Well, the result was that my step-mother whipped me and decided I should see a urologist. To my utter shame, my step-mother chose a female doctor to examine me. Dr. Joy Palmer was an old friend and college room-mate of my stepmother, and to my shame she was told everything about the panty-masturbation incident that got me in trouble to start with, right down to the details of my wearing her stockings and squirting all over her panties and legs. I overheard the entire telephone conversation and didn't know how I would be able to look the doctor in the eyes when the time for my appointment came.
I received an initial prescription from the doctor without an examination but I had to see her for a thorough "work up" two weeks later. I was told that I should abstain from masturbation until my appointment date (which I was doing anyway), as the treatments would be ineffective otherwise. By that time I was quite apprehensive as I had no idea of what would occur at my "work up" with this female doctor.
My step-mother took me to Dr. Palmer's office and mercifully stayed in the waiting room when the nurse called my name and ushered me to the examination room. The nurse was young, gorgeous and cheerful. As I followed her to the examination room, I noticed that the skirt of her white uniform was unusually short and tight, and her white shoes had very high heels. I felt my cock stiffen as I watched her sexy little ass undulate while she tottered along ahead of me in her spike heels.
The examination room was fairly typical except for the very elaborate examination table in the center of the room, which I will describe later. The nurse closed the door and ordered me to strip. I was mortified as she stood there watching while I undressed, and I tried unsuccessfully to will my erection away. Then I lowered my pants and remembered that I had on the flimsy little nylon panties my step-mother always made me wear. The nurse broke up with laughter at the sight of my longing-to-cum penis standing straight out, pushing the little panty-crotch away from my body. I think she knew that she was the cause of my erection. "Dr. Palmer will be here in a moment," she said, still giggling as she left the room, giving me a sly wink.
I surely wasn't prepared for the incredible sight I encountered when Dr. Palmer stepped into the room. I saw a devastatingly beautiful middle-aged Amazon dressed in the usual cool-white uniform of the medical professional. Her long wavy hair was jet black except for a streak of grey which ran from her forehead to the back of her neck. Her piercing green eyes were heavily mascaraed, perhaps to hide the few physical hints of her actual maturity. Her cool, commanding presence was overwhelming. "Good morning, Tim" she said, gazing directly at my erection, which I knew was useless to try to hide. She began to unbutton her white blouse. "I see you are ready for your examination. Excuse me while I remove my uniform. These work ups I do on you male patients are often quite messy."
Beneath her prim white uniform Dr. Palmer was wearing a black rubber body suit that hugged her legs, hips, waist and breasts like a second skin, hugging them tightly. Her splendidly large breasts might as well have been bare, as they jiggled and swayed with every little movement she made, and her prominent nipples protruded like spikes though the thin material. The dark shiny outfit ran from her neck to her lower legs where they disappeared into the short red leather high-heel boots she wore. And to complete the extraordinary attire, her hands and forearms were encased in red elbow length latex gloves.
I was speechless with confusion, and stared in amazement. The image of a dominant woman had always been one of my favorite masturbation fantasies, and I had stroked my penis countless times to photos of women dressed and posed as she was. I was so excited by the vision before me that I almost completely lost control of myself. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a familiar rush of feeling and realized I was close to ejaculating. From my spastic jerks and the telltale dripping, she had no problem concluding what effect her fetish attire had on my perverted nature. She shook her head sadly, "Well, Tim, your step-mother was certainly not exaggerating. You obviously have quite a problem controlling your erections."
I blushed and somehow kept from ejaculating all over the examining room floor.
"I am Dr. Joy Palmer. I have found this attire useful in treating nasty little masturbators. It brings out a patient's latent fixations, as you can see, and also helps establish a useful doctor/patient relationship. You will see later how important that is. But now it is time to begin. Stand on your tip-toes and put your hands behind your head."
I shyly complied, blushing as I stood before her naked and erect, my stiff penis bobbing with lust. To my added embarrassment, my penis still oozed small drops of semen from its swollen head. She walked over to me, her large breasts swaying, and stood with her nipples only inches from my chest. Taking my genital organs in her hands, she began examining them. She manipulated the penis up and down and palpitated my testicles with uncomfortable firmness. My penis began swell in new arousal, adding to my shame.
"Hmm...I see nothing physically wrong with your organs, other than that they are much smaller than average. You play with yourself a good deal, don't you, Tim? That is, until your stepmother made you quit that filthy habit. And now you think you have a case of the blue-balls?"
I blushed in shame and nodded.
"I suspect that the pain in your genitals is entirely psychological, caused by repeated self abuse. Quite simply in layman's language, as a habitual masturbator you lack the willpower necessary to control your compulsive behavior. But there is hope for you, Tim. I shall help you gain the necessary self-discipline."
With that, she took my twitching penis in a snugly comforting grip and lifted it gently away from my male sacks. She smiled wickedly at me for a moment, then without warning brought her other hand up suddenly, slapping my defenseless testicles hard with her rubber-gloved palm. I shrieked and collapsed to the floor in misery. "You must learn, Tim, not to masturbate or ejaculate without first obtaining permission from a woman. Otherwise, there will be severe punishment. Now get up and stop acting like a baby. We will begin your exercises."
Dr. Palmer gave me a thorough physical--usual checks of body, bloodwork, and chest x-ray, but no initial check of my genitals or prostate gland. She then told me to remove my shorts and sitting on a stainless-steel stool, she massaged my balls (checking as she said the vas deferens ducts, testicle size and tenderness), worked her finger up for a thorough hernia check--a triple cough inspection. While I was still standing, she laid my prick up against my belly--holding it up by the cockhead with the fingers of one latex-gloved hand and began to press up and down the entire shaft--sides and underneath and connection of cock to pubis. I became rock hard with this work and she told me that was fine--not to be embarrassed--and then she began to palpate the top side. By that time pre-cum was virtually flowing in a stream, a great ribbon of which she gathered on a glass slide. I was in sexual agony when she began to press the coronal ridge of my penis, now turgid and throbbing . When she pressed the glass between thumb and index finger to inspect the "eye" and swab it with some cotton, another trickle of semen oozed from the tip. I was so embarrassed at my state, the obviously desperate need I felt to shoot that big load of cum that was building up in my swollen balls. I almost released on her right there, but she wanted to continue the exam on the table and that gave me a brief break from my nutpulsing, raging cockhard horniness.
She stated she wanted to give my prostate a thorough exam and that she needed a full ejaculation of semen for analysis as well--telling me that a sample effected by self masturbation would not be as copious and fully expressive of the seminiferous tubules, vas deferens, seminal vesicles, Cowper's glands, and prostate fluids as an assisted orgasm while having my prostate massaged. She told me that I should not feel embarrassed because of her work on my genitals and that I should relax into it and enjoy the pleasure accompanying the exam work. "It is OK for a woman to handle your organs this way, but you should never do it to yourself." I still didn't have a clue as to what she was going to do. Still buck naked, I was told to lie on the padded examination table face up and she covered my groin area with a small, rather thick gauze-cotton towel which had about a 6" diameter circular opening at its center. She instructed me to place the towel so that my penis and testicles were revealed in the open area. I later learned the gauzy-towel was to assist in absorption of seminal fluid.
And there I was lying on my back totally nude with only a small towel with a hole in it. By that time, I was soft and not as horny as I was while standing--but that changed quickly. The doctor inserted stirrups into the lower section of the table, similar to those used for women's gynecological exams, but the "saddles" in these were longer and well-padded with leather. She lifted each of my legs and placed each into a stirrup which initially were hardly elevated more than about 8" above the table, and the stirrups were on outward swinging gearshafts that permitted the legs to be splayed open at varying degrees--as well as capable of being further elevated to bring the buttocks fully into view. Also, the top of the table was engineered so that an upper panel on which I was lying could be moved forward or back of the underneath table and it could also be tilted on any angle from head to foot as needed. She initially had my legs splayed about two feet apart with their elevation at 8". I was tilted about 20 degrees down at my head end so my butt was accessible. She stood at the end of the table--proceeding to work between my elevated legs, stating that she could work in this position with ease and capacity for "symmetrical" work-- working both sides of my testicles simultaneously from below, working on either side of the base of my penis, and across the pubis with the flat of both of her hand-palms using broad massaging strokes. She also said this permitted her to massage the perineal area--shelf beneath the balls and between them and my anus. The cloth with the aperture was retained in place by two clips attached to the table sheet. Not knowing what I was going to experience, I was trembling both with excitement and anxiety- -still soft but feeling that would not be for long.
From a stainless steel steamer within reach she obtained a vial of warm oil, and donned new latex gloves that reached her elbows. Initially she massaged my abdomen and belly, working in broad strokes up and down and from side to side with strokes down into the upper pubic area and down each side of my balls and inner thighs----It was the most delicious sensation I had ever experienced up to that day in my life. She would apply the oil to my perineal shelf and with both palms press there right and left and flow her hands from underneath my balls raising them high and then sliding out to the groin sides and working my cock base with her finger--just here it joins the pubis. She then began to palpate the underside of my cock and held it back against my belly as when I was standing. I grew so tumescent that every time she touched my prick it would throbbingly contract and press mightily against her hands--so much so that she had to continue by encircling the shaft to keep the "symmetry" working. What was most ecstatic was the work she did on my cock head--massaging my balls with one cupped palm and dexterous finger work, with the other hand-fingers she made what she called a "tulip" massaging--from the tip enclosing the cockhead with finger tips around the coronal ridge and the thumb at the frenulum - which she then worked up and down to the eye and around in circling motions. Turgidly hard, I was flushed with lust, my body squirming with the need to release. After that work she elevated and spread my legs higher so that my butt was completely exposed--I could feel her applying the oil to my buttcheeks and anus with soft stroking applications---by that time my pulsing chock was wildly waving and strands of pre-cum were constantly dripping from my reddened cockhead.
Raising my testicles, she began to massage the vas deferens at the back of each teste and lowering my balls she gently "stripped" each testicular tubule, in effect, as she said, forcing spermatic fluid up into the seminal vessicles and the ejaculatory ducts--it felt wonderful and my balls were beginning to tighten. She knew I was on the verge of orgasm, but ordered me to hold back so she could complete her work and ensure a massive ejaculation. All of these phases of work lasted about ten-minutes each and repeated in different sequences. Again, with her thumbs and fingers she moved my maximally erect penis upward against my belly, the cockhead frenulum fully accessible to her forefinger tips which would press on either side of the frenulum and then with the fingers of both hands she would work up and down the underside of my shaft for 15 or so strokes.
My navel was filled with pre-cum and my belly was slick with it. Following those strokings, she aimed my cock downward and began to run her fingers symmetrically down the upperside of my dick on either side of my gigantic blue vein that was engorged with blood and visibly pulsing so wildly you could count my heartbeats. Letting my cock slap against my belly, she began to work the cremaster muscles (where hernia is checked) on left and right of my scrotum, pushing her index finger up inside the upper scrotal connection and massaging my "internal" cock stem and then up under my balls and with both hand-fingers giving pressure massage up and down to the continuum of the penis shaft that passes beneath the perineum. I began to writhe and groan with pleasure and again, she told me to "hold on" and she would press her index finger into a point of the perineum just above the anal opening, and my need to cum would subside. Nonetheless I was groaning with need.
I began to feel my balls getting tighter and my anus also began to pucker like some tiny lips-- I could feel the in and out puckering contractions. She must have seen this reaction and the tightening of my butt muscles and the lifting of my groin, for then she inserted very gently her index finger into my anus and worked the entire band of the external sphincter with her thumb pressing from the outside against the forefinger on the inside. I felt my asshole virtually opening up and before I knew it she was jacking me off with one hand and working with both her index and long fingers of the other hand all the way up my anal canal which had completely opened up to her manipulations. She began to apply gentle pressure to all four lobes of the prostate stroking across and up and down and around... I was wildly growling then and crazy with cum fever. While she worked on my prostate her rhythmic fist-strokes from base to tip of my cock began to increase in timing. I was clearly ready to cum and she removed her fingers from my ass and wrapped both of her fists around my swollen cock. She tore open a foil wrapper and inside was a prelubed, condom-like latex unit, but with a larger reservoir-end than regular condoms have. I think my tongue was lolling out of my mouth. I was still so excited and I didn't care what she did--I have never been as ready to cum in my life. The feeling of a monumental orgasm arising was already there as she rolled the "rubber" half way down my shaft. She held both of her fists, one atop the other, around my ragingly hard prick, and told me to start raising and lowering my hips so that I worked in and out of her fists. She tightly double-fisted my cock again and I began to hump and thrust like a wild animal and with every downward pull the thumb on her lower-held fist would massage my ball sack.
She splayed my legs and elevated my butt even further and while she stood on a step-platform, she had me settle my hips and she began to jack me with her left hand, while again, with her right index finger she began to work up my anus to the prostate again. The latex "cap" was on and because my balls were really flopping and interfering with her anal work on my gland, she used a pre-made gauze sling and by placing my nuts in it and attaching the ends of the sling to the sheet-ends my testicles were held up against and around the bottom of my prickshaft. She now stroked very slowly up and down my latex capped rod with thumb gently massaging my strapped balls with each downward slow-motion stroke.
She then tilted the table even higher and bent over my groin to continue performing stimulation, giving me an eyeful of swaying breasts as she pumped my stiff meat. From the table nearby she obtained a small vibrator with a 4 inch rod-like attachment and inserted it into my anus where her fingers had been. Turned on, the vibration was the most tantalizing feeling imaginable---I could feel the rhythms of it all through my lower asshole, my perineum, my balls and cock. She then began to fast stroke the base and mid section of my prick with all of her fingers--rapid jacking, variably squeezing motions.
By that time I was virtually writhing all over the table in ecstacy, my belly, abdomen and chest heaving, my sheathed penis rolling back and forth, drooling as I growled and moaned with sheer animal desire. My chest was wet with saliva and my belly was plastered with thick pre-cum. Lube and pre-cum were flowing out of the sides of the latex cap, down my pulsing meat and onto my balls in great rivulets that flowed from there down to my asshole and the sheet on the table-- clearly that gauzy overtowel was over saturated by that time. I was crying and pleading for permission to spend.
Finally, the vibrator trembling deliciously in my ass and her quick finger strokings caused my balls to pull drum tight against my cockbase, like two large oranges pressing against my dick, ready to burst with hot juice. I truly felt the cum rising right from my balls through the tubules behind each testicle. In a series of mighty multi-contractions of ejaculatory ducts and prostate gland, I felt a massive amount of gism rising right up my urethral tube, fattening my cock even more than ever-- and when I began the first spurting, a massive cumjet, she wrapped one fist around and jacked upward. I delivered such a ferocious multi jetting ejaculation it blew the latex cap right off the end of my cock. Great streams of thick semen started shooting everywhere with a final spurt of cum splashing the doctor's jiggling rubber-protected cleavage. She just let it ooze slowly down, as she gently continued to stroke my cock to ensure delivery of all fluid. With her other hand she retrieved the "rubber" that had shot up to beside my head. Luckily the balloon part was superfilled and the lower part was coated very thick semen.
I had delivered--as she said--no less than 18 jets of consistently thick cum--the most massive ejaculation she had ever seen in her entire career. I was so humiliated then--returning to reality and now feeling weak and exhausted. She was still pulling with soft emptying strokes on my now shrinking penis, her gloved fingers dripping with my overspill. She lowered the table and leg-raising ratchets and gave my penis a few final emptying strokes, working it between her thumb and index finger. I squirmed with the discomfort of my post-orgasmic sensitivity. Then she rolled me on my side and gently entered my anus and felt my prostate which she declared was half the size it was before she started.
She then had me lie on the table for another 20 minutes during which time, I fell completely asleep, sex sated and limp. She woke me and told me to get dressed and while I sat on the edge of she table she told me that I would need to report to the clinic for regular manipulations to keep the congestion from building up in my testicles again. I would need weekly massage sessions in order to "check" the prostate growth, ensure no further congestion and to fully "clean out" my sexual tubules and glands.
For twelve consecutive months I returned to Dr. Palmer for my treatments. Every time it got better and I was really becoming addicted to her work, especially since I was still forbidden to masturbate at home. She used a pneumatic sleeve on my cock which created a vacuum-sucking effect and I would deliver my semen into it while she massaged my balls and prostate gland. On another day she massaged my anus open and then inserted a stainless steel round-headed cylinder that both vibrated and sent very low-level electrical stimulation to my prostate. She did that on three sessions and every time I almost passed out from the intense sensations it stimulated. While the rod tingled my prostate she would just jack my cock in her fist and squeeze my balls. She then would milk it like a cow's udder--not jacking back and forth, but long slow strokes with encircling fists which moved from base to right off the end of the cock and then returning to base to milk again. She would make rapid strokes and my ejaculation would burst out in great long sheets of ivory jam, splattering my belly, chest and face. It felt so good and yet so humiliating and undignified to be made to shoot off all over myself.
Then came the final excruciating "squeeze draining" of my sensitive penis, which lasted until it was a little less than semi-hard. Again, she would wring out every drop of semen in my body. Then she would make me get down on my knees, kiss her leather boot, and make me beg for my next appointment.
I was so addicted to her work, that no sex with a woman as I matured could compare to the pleasure I experienced in the hands of Doctor Palmer.
