I was looking through one of those underground types of publications on the coast, and one very small ad caught my eye. It said something like "CLINIC - Come to Kimberwillow Clinic and you'll keep coming back." and a phone number to call for more information. One reason I paid attention to it is that it didn't promise the world and didn't try to attract the whole world, unlike many of the other ads. It also appeared genuine. I called the number and the lady at the other end said that I'd need to come over to the clinic to learn more about it, and that there would be no fees collected until I had a session. I became more and more curious and decided to see what it was about.

The clinic was about an hour drive from where I called, in a business-industrial area. I walked in to the reception area and mentioned that I had called earlier today and wanted some information. The young lady said she remembered my call.

"We offer a variety of services. As you may have gathered by our use of the word 'clinic', the sessions are structured in a rather formal way." I noticed her blonde ponytail. "All of our services involve female domination of one kind or another," she continued unabashedly. "The sessions are administered by our staff of nurses. In almost all of the sessions you will be given one or more enemas, and you will also receive discipline from the women in charge of your session."

My imagination ran wild, and I was trying to conceal the fact that my erection struggled inside my jeans. "The sessions," she continued, "require a minimum of two hours, and some of them are quite a bit longer. All the services are administered in an... intimate... setting." She paused before and after the word "intimate".

"These sessions are not for everyone," she went on, "and we expect that if you submit to a session, that you will take advantage of all that is offered." Her eyes opened wider and horizontal ridges appeared on her forehead. "In other words, we expect that you will do as you are instructed during the sessions."

She paused a moment for effect, then continued. She handed me a one-page summary of the types of sessions offered at the clinic. "As you can see, we offer sessions in the Discipline Room, the Prostate Response Clinic, the Ejaculation Extraction Clinic, the Colonic Discipline Clinic, and sessions with Nurse Gloria. Sessions are by appointment only, and if you wish to make an appointment you'll need to undergo a screening session in which we gain some insight into your inner profile. This screening session requires about two to three hours. After the screening, which can take place now if you would like, you are free to schedule the sessions you want. Do you have any questions?"

"Can you tell me more about Nurse Gloria? I noticed there is no description of her sessions here," I replied.

"All I can say about Nurse Gloria is that she has an interesting - and unique - approach, and that she likes to give severe over-the-lap paddlings."

I knew at that point that there was no turning back, and that my curiosity - and my erection - dictated that I follow through and schedule a session.

"I'd like to go ahead and schedule a session," I nervously admitted.

"Certainly," she chirped. "You can choose which session to schedule after your screening." She picked up her phone and pressed four numbers. A moment later she said to whoever answered, "I'm going to give a screening now, would you cover the reception area?"

I was glad that she was going to do the screening, since I felt a rapport with her. She gathered a clipboard and some paperwork. When her replacement emerged, she instructed, "Follow me."

I followed her through a hallway and she stopped and keyed in a combination at one of the rooms there, opened the door, and entered. She locked the door after I followed her in.

"I am Nurse Carina," she informed me, "and I'd like you to read and sign this agreement. Basically you are acknowledging that you are voluntarily taking part in the sessions, things like that."

I looked it over and didn't see anything that sounded fishy, so I went ahead and signed it and handed it to her.

"Very good," she said. "Now, all sessions, including the screening, are conducted with the recipient totally unclothed. So remove all your clothes, and be seated here while I prepare," she ordered, pointing to an adjustable chair of the same kind you'd find in a dentist office.

While I undressed, Nurse Carina wheeled a cart to the side of where I was to be seated, with some equipment that had several cables with electrodes attached. When I reclined in the chair, she stated, "I'm going to attach several electrodes so that I can measure your heart rate, skin conductivity, blood pressure, erectile response, breathing, and eye movements. I'll measure these while you view some images in a kind of slide show format."

Carina proceeded to attach electrodes to my chest, forefinger, and eyelids. She then wrapped a stretchable band of material around the base of my penis, placed another one about an inch from the tip, and attached a thin cable from the machine to the material. Of course, I became very erect while Carina handled me to perform this task. She switched on the machine and spent a couple of minutes adjusting the settings. Then she turned on the image projector and adjusted the focus on a test image that she projected on the wall in front of me.

"I'm going to turn off the room lights and I want you to just view all the images."

Carina had a remote control for the image projector and displayed an extensive array of images, giving me ample time to react and adjust to each one before going to the next one. Many of the images were stimulating to me, some were turn-offs, and many were neutral. The images depicted a wide variety of erotic content - various enema equipment, nurses preparing enemas, women preparing to administer discipline, various poses, and even some transsexual images. When Carina had shown all the images, she had the machine select the images that I had positively reacted to, and showed those again, closely observing me all the while.

After she had finished the second run of images, Carina said that the next step was to chart my erogenous zones. She put a blindfold on me so that I could not see, adjusted the chair so that I was more reclined than before, and, starting at my feet, slowly and lightly ran her fingers over every inch of my body, including my testicles. I then turned over face down and she repeated the featherlight touching on my back, my bottom, and the back of my legs. I was very aroused by the time she finished, and I had seeped considerably. Carina had generated several pages of documentation which she placed in a folder while I dressed.

In my aroused state it was difficult to decide which of the sessions I wanted to schedule. After considerable thought I chose the Colonic Discipline session and scheduled it for the following day. Then I went home and fantasized about the forthcoming session.