This is a true story

"… Here I am again!" I thought, ringing the bell of the large building.

I looked around, waiting for somebody to open the door.

The air was cold, but the weather was beautiful. A sunny Saturday morning in the city of Bremen, in northern Germany.

I was on vacation, and I had decided to spend this Saturday at the Studio "S.A.D."

It stands for "Schwester Angela Dominata", meaning "Nurse Angela Dominata". I had heard lots of stories on this particular place. It was a well-known "studio", where you could find a large selection of BDSM services and one of the best "White Rooms" (medical fetish clinics) in Europe. Besides, and that was why I was standing there on that particular Saturday morning, S.A.D. had a very rare feature: a "Master", whose name was Roman, who specialized also in medical scenes.

I've always been a keen medical fetish patient, and my ideal scene was a male/male scenario in a professional environment… well, here I was.

I had called Roman several days before and I had set up an appointment. He had been extremely professional and very kind and open-minded. I had made clear that I wasn't looking for S/M or for any other kind of punishment/humiliation/pain. I wanted pleasure and relaxation.

Roman had been the first professional I had ever met, who actually took the time to listen carefully to what I had to say. He also asked for an e-mail describing in detail the kind of session I was looking for, and a week to prepare for it. I was impressed. Normally, the professional "dominants" will give you a little time before a session to talk about it… but Roman really wanted to explore every single detail of my scene.

After having read my message, he had accepted me as a patient and had given me address and time of arrival. The session would be three hours long… and this is why I was standing in a sunny street of Bremen on that particular morning.

Suddenly the door opened, and there stood Roman, smiling. He was already dressed in OR- greens (my favourite) and looked extremely professional. He's about 30 years old, more than 6 ft., lean and muscular. Close-cropped hair, blue eyes and a very student-like pair of glasses. He has a very deep voice and a completely relaxed manner.

He let me in and guided me to the office. This is a large room with just a table and a couple of chairs, where clients can discuss the session with the pros. Roman offered me a soda, and we sat down to talk.

I was (as always, the first time) extremely nervous, but he was able to calm me down immediately. The place was very quiet, because, he told me, Saturday is the day off, and we had the place all to ourselves. My fears vanished during our chat, and I became sure that Roman would give me a spectacularly pleasant session.

To help me relax, Roman showed me the whole place. S.A.D. is a very large house, three stories of fetish activity.

On the ground floor there are two very big and extremely well furnished clinic rooms. I was to be treated in the larger of the two, containing a huge examination table (the surgical kind, with wheels) and an automatic gyn-chair. Lots of cabinets, IV stands, instruments enema bags, rubber tubes, etc. completed the atmosphere of the room. Everything was incredibly clean and realistic. The second clinic room was similar, but smaller, incredibly well-equipped.

Roman showed me the first floor, dedicated to S/M plays, with whips, chains, and St. Andrew's cross (you know, the works), the second floor, for rubberists, and the basement, with a large common room and a bar for fetish parties. Every room had a separate bathroom and everything was clean and new… I had never seen such hardware!!

After the visit, we went back to the office, and chatted some more. We went over some minor details and then Roman asked me if I was ready. Feeling my blood-pressure raise suddenly, I said yes and off we went into the clinic.

Upon entering the room, Roman told me to undress completely and to lie, face down, on the examination table for the first part of the session, which was going to be a full-body sensual massage. He left the room briefly and I did as I had been told, looking around and hardly believing my eyes… this really looked like a treatment room in a hospital.

After a while, Roman was back. I was lying face down on the table and I tried to relax. He approached the table, dropped some oil on my back and started a very soft and sensual massage. I felt immediately that he was an expert and that he had had many hours of practice. The touch was extremely delicate and the strokes were light and deep at the same time. He worked on my back for a long time, moving his fingers expertly on the sore muscles of my shoulders, and massaging all around my buttocks. For the first time in ages, I was able to relax and let go. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch of his hands, listening to the new-age music coming from the stereo. I felt his hands slowly working on my buttocks, and caressing my anus. My penis came suddenly alive and I in a matter of seconds I was aroused. Roman's voice awakened me from my dream-like status and, following his instructions, I turned over.

He repeated the massage on the front of my body, still gently caressing my skin, touching and not touching, in a sensual finger dance. I don't know exactly how long I lied on the table (Roman had made me remove my watch at the beginning) but it must have been a whole hour.

He was able to keep me aroused, but relaxed at the same time and completely comfortable and looking forward to the rest of the session. At the end of the massage, he left the room again for a couple of minutes, ordering me to lie quietly and concentrate on my breathing. And so I did, breathing slowly and listening to the music and the silence of the room.

After a while Roman was back again. His deep voice told me to get up from the table and to sit in the gyn-chair.

I sat in the chair, putting my legs in the stirrups. Roman covered me with a sheet, leaving my lower abdomen, genitals and anus completely exposed. The chair was well padded and completely comfortable. I rest my head and suddenly I heard the soft humming of a motor. The whole chair tilted back and now my anus was directly in front of Roman's hands. He sat on a small stool in front of me, pulling near a small cart with lots of instruments on it.

We spoke very little, during the session (we had discussed this and we had found out that we were both quiet guys), but in this case Roman explained to me that he was going to start the anal and prostate work. He smiled and snapped on a pair of fresh latex gloves, squirted some lubricants on his hands and… the best part of the session begun. Roman is an exceptional masseur, and an even better anal/prostate masseur. He massaged the outer part of my anus and then, very gently, inserted a finger. Due to my position, I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but I can tell you it was heaven. It made me think that anybody who doesn't know how pleasurable anal massage can be, is really missing something. Roman combined the touch of both his hands, working on the external and then on the internal tissues of my anus, and the shaft of my penis. I cannot explain his technique thoroughly, because I was too involved, but I can tell you it really felt like paradise. I got rock hard almost immediately… and stayed that way for a full hour. After my anus gave way and got softer, Roman pushed his finger further inside and reached my prostate. Once again combining the touch of both his hands, he rubbed, and pressed, caressed, pocked, prodded until I had to beg him to stop… I was really going to explode, and it wasn't time, yet.

To avoid my climax, Roman decided to give me an enema, and once more he left the room for a couple of minutes, while I relaxed on the chair.

The enema in itself was a very simple business. A couple of quarts of lukewarm water administered from a normal irrigator, with a sterile colon tube. But, before inserting the tube, he once again performed his miracle massage, once again bringing me to the verge of orgasm.

Before I could explode, he inserted the tube slowly, and let the water in.

It was all very slow, pleasurable and relaxing… exactly what I had asked for. The enema was over in about fifteen minutes. Roman let me down from the chair and showed me the toilet, instructing me to take my time.

After I had emptied myself in the huge bathroom (I noticed an extremely large shower and lots of suspicious-looking tubes… just a hint, telling me that there were LOTS of possible sessions!), I went back into the treatment room and again on the gyn-chair.

Roman had snapped a fresh pair of gloves on and was waiting for me with a smile.

I closed my eyes, and prepared myself to enjoy what was coming… the best part of the session!

Once again Roman's hands performed their miracle. Expelling the enema my penis had gone soft, but now I was hard again. I felt fingers everywhere, inside and outside my anus, on my penis, on my testicles. What I remember as the best part of Roman's massage, was a deep prostate touch he performed with one hand, while his other hand was gripping the base of my penis. I never felt any discomfort during the whole procedure and I cannot remember another time where I got this much pleasure from anal manipulation. Roman seemed to know exactly what he must do to bring me on the edge and then ease me down. And on it went, for a whole hour. I lost conscience of the time, and I couldn't say how long I was in that room. I found out later that it had been exactly three hours, as agreed. I was kept in heaven for the whole duration of the session, thanks to the work of those incredible hands, and I repeatedly thought I would pass out from the pleasure. Toward the end, I understood that it was time for me to climax. Roman's hands were pushing me further up the hill, and he gave me less and less time to come down. And then, I got there.

I exploded as I had never exploded before. My legs jerked and my back arched, and I was hit by a wave of such pure pleasure, that I thought I was really passing out. While I was coming, Roman pumped on my penis and pushed on my prostate with more strength and when the orgasm was approaching the end, he still moved his fingers inside me with a vibrating movement that seemed to lengthen my pleasure even more.

I have never experienced such a long, deep and sweet pleasure. When it was over, Roman cleaned the mess I had done, spurting white semen all over the surgical sheet, while we talked quietly.

He then let me go to the bathroom, where I showered and dressed.

After some more talk, we said our good-byes, and I was back on the street… dreaming about my experience.

… next time I'll go and see Roman, it's going to be 4 hours session!