I entered the waiting room. Benches around the walls, magazines on a table, mostly with cars and soccer. Under the window, a palmtree in a pot. On the opposite side, a door tapesed in white imitation leather, with the inscription: Do not enter without being called.

I sat, trying to be - or at least feign to be - as calm as possible, but I could feel the blood pulsing in my neck. I pulled forth a cigar; there were almost six minutes left. I tried to look into the magazines, but this didn't worked. Although the first and most difficult step in fulfilling my dream was already taken by coming here, I still could not accept that I have to expose myself - my deepest wishes, which I hardly admitted even to myself - to those unknown women.

Some minutes later the door opened and a young woman of about 25, with a cute little smile on her face showed me in. The room was large and lighted, because of the closed windowpanes. A desk with a cartotheek stood in one corner. Large posters illustrating the anatomy of man were hanging on the white walls. Among them, the well known section through the male genitals and the structure of the breast. Also photos of men undergoing various therapeutic procedures, with eyes covered by a strip. In the opposite corner stood a gynecological table, decently but just partially shaded by a screen.

As I entered, a woman of about 40 greeted me. "Hello, I'm Dr. Gina. Let me introduce Ms. Cathy, my assistant. How do you wish to be called?"

"Jack,"

"Well. Please sit down, Jack," and every time she pronounced my name her perfect dentition glittered behind her large and sensual lips. Her entire presence radiated a womanhood so strong, that the mere idea of being soon and without rest exposed to her made my cock soften helplessly.

"Jack," begun Dr. Gina deepening her tone and gazing directly in my eyes, after having her magnificent bottom seated behind the desk. I couldn't stand her scrutiny too much, so I looked down to my hands, having no clue what to do with them. "We used to request all our patients to undergo some necessary procedures during their first visit. Before starting any investigation, we must have your personal data." Then she begun a series of questions, rapidly filling out some forms as I have them answered. It was mostly a regular anamnesis, except some supplemental in-depth questions at the Sexual Life section.

"Ms. Cathy, please prepare the patient for inspection," asked Dr. Gina putting away her papers. The young woman led me into the bathroom and asked me to disrobe. With fast but gentle movements she cleaned me, both inside and outside. This entire preparation took her no more than five minutes. Having me brought back naked in the examination room, she sat behind the desk preparing to fill out the remaining forms according to the indications of Dr. Gina.

She stepped in front of me, with her beautiful curvy arms already gloved. Taking my both hands and glancing at me from top to toe she begun to dictate: Caucasian male, soft pale skin, no pilosity except an excess in the pubic and axillar regions, large adiposityes on the hipogaster and in the perimammar region. Rubbing my nipples she said, "Medium size nipples, with soft surrounding. Why don't you keep in shape young man ?" she asked slapping my paunch. Then she got me lying back on the examination table. Pushing down my stomach with her left hand, she begun to examine my genitals, noting the structure and consistency of the testicles and scrotum, then the characteristics of my penile tunica, of the cavernous corpuses, of the glandum and praeputium. Although my cock flowed with juice it was still not hard, probably because I never went through such embarrassing a situation. She deftly inserted her lubricated fingers up my anus, and manipulated in such a way that my limp cock suddenly erected. Then she indicated in Latin terms the nature of my erected cock to Ms. Cathy, who during all this time sat behind the desk writing up everything with great care.

I am fastened onto the exam table, nude and gagged, legs wide spread. Dr. Gina found my nipples too small for an efficient electrotherapy and wished them enlarged. Ms. Cathy injected serum through them under the areolae. I feel now a pleasant tumescence therein. They seem really big and sensitive, inviting further treatments. Dr. Gina has decided that she will put me through an introductory electrical training. Now she tests her apparatus while Ms. Cathy prepares me for the procedure.

I already feel the lubricated smooth probe pushing around my prostate, slowly warming up. My cock is taped to my belly, with the glandum exposed. "Just in case..." smiles Ms. Cathy unto me. A pair of leads is clamped to my nipples, by now reddish and extremely sensitive. The wires go into the apparatus remotely controlled by the doctoress. Other pair of wires taped to my chest goes into a monitor showing my heart activity. "Jack, this machine can produce a wide range of sensations to a person in your condition. It is only up to you if you will get a pleasant stimulation or a painful shock. You must not forget that you are now in a ladies company. Every time you should want to ejaculate you will get an impulse to deter you from such an impolite gesture. Understood, Jack?" smiles Dr. Gina, sending me a first stroke already.

She sits on a chair near the table, legs crossed, remote control in her hand. Ms. Cathy stands between my legs, her hands on my ass. I am sweating with anticipation. "Let us begin," Jack. "Just relax and breathe regularly."

My nipples feel as squeezed and manipulated by a swift hand. In the belly I feel a pleasant vibration that gets more soothing. I begin to experience a local relaxation, and a sensation as if I was going to relieve my bladder, but much sweeter. This sensation gets me and I can't stop a deep groan of pleasure. Suddenly my belly starts trembling and my pelvic muscles get into a series of spasmic contractions. Ms. Cathy, who continuously assesses my state of relaxation, signals unto the doctoress and I get a short but such painful stroke that my need to ejaculate vanishes. I lay now confused on the table, with my belly soiled with the pre cum that keeps flowing out of my flaccid cock.

"Well done Jack," says Dr. Gina. "This first time I shall refrain from ejaculation control and allow you free orgasm, although not that easy way." Ms. Cathy takes a pair of needles and places them facing each other, pointing under the base of my swollen nipples. Then she connects the needles pairwise and tapes the leads to my chest. "Well, Jack, you are i n v i t e d now to ejaculate," says Dr. Gina friendly slapping my testicles. Then she slowly turns on the current. I feel my nipples getting hot and pulsing.

As the pulsation gets quicker they swell more painfully, as if going to explode. A greasy wave washes unexpectedly my face. My belly and chest are covered with large drops of sperm. My penis is by now in full erection and keeps juicing onto my fat white belly. I feel feverish, my nipples are hurting much, but I realize that this is what I longed for.

"Jack, you have learned now that you don't need to be a woman to get joy from your nipples. Physiology gives us plenty of means to make justice to the sexes. A second lesson you still have to learn is that exhaustion of your semen is not necessarily pleasing for a woman. Why do you men use to value so much your ejaculations? Is this your only connection to sexuality? What do these little jerkings become when compared to the immensity of Creation? Mark my words, Jack: feminine lust surpasses even Creation. Its limits equal the limits of Imagination. Are there limits to imagination, Jack?" While unwillingly listening this philosophical piece of shit, I came to fearfully realize that the session is far from being over. I am terminated; she is not.

And I begin to experience in my flesh that her imagination is wide w i d e w i d e w i d e w i d e w i d e

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