Last year I was referred to a physiotherapist with week pelvic floor muscles. I was surprised when the physio asked if I would mind if she examined me internally to asses the weakness I had.

I have always enjoyed being examined and wanted her to do it but I didn’t want to appear too keen. She asked me to go behind the curtain and slip everything off from the waist down and cover myself with the blanket.

She came in and started to explain what she was going to do and I remember thinking to myself, just do it. She got some gloves out and some jell, the thing that puzzled me was she was she pulled out three gloves out quite deliberately she put on two and left the other on the side.

She then asked me to put my heels together and my knees apart. Here in the UK we don't have stirrups unless for more detailed or surgical procedures. I put the soles of my feet together and let my knees fall apart.

“Lovely,” she said and lifted the blanket right off me, she then tells me she is going to insert two fingers into my vagina and she will then ask my to work my muscles for her. She parts my labia with her left hand and gently puts her two fingers of her right hand into my vagina.

Now she wants me to squeeze her fingers with my pelvic muscles, she keeps asking for me to do this over and over again while she changes the position of her fingers. All the time she is explaining what she is feeling for, but I don't care, I'm now wishing she would stop, I don't know why but I'm not enjoying it any more.

She eventually takes her fingers out and takes off one glove and puts on the one she left out at the start, she puts jell on one finger and then asks me to roll over onto my left side and pull my knees up to my chest.

I then realise what the other glove is for she’s going to examine my bum. I've only ever had a doctor examine my bum once before but that's another story. She then lifts one cheek of my bum up to expose my bum hole, I feel her finger touch the outside of my hole, then very slowly slip into my hole. At first I'm tense and she is pushing against me while asking me to relax my bottom and squeeze out slightly as though I was on the loo.

I'm starting to relax a little and I feel her finger go right in

I could feel her fist pushing against the cheeks of my bum, she is now asking me to squeeze her fingers as I had done with my vagina. I'm now getting caught up in things and find myself trying to discreetly push my bum onto her finger, she finishes by saying, "That wasn't as bad as you thought now was it ?" She gives me some tissues and leaves to let me get dressed.

She is waiting in the other side of the curtain for me and gives me an appointment card with ten appointments on it. She explains that the next time I come I will use a probe in my vagina to help me with my exercises. I ask her if its only the front I need to work on and she smiles and says yes. I think she must have noticed I enjoyed getting my bum examined.

I went to the loo on my way out and finished off what she had started with my bum.

The Physiotherapist Follow-up

It was after a number of quite uneventful visits to the physio that this happened, till this the only exiting part of the previous visits was the physio putting the probe in for me.

I wasn't progressing at the speed I had hoped for and I was asking her to give me some more exercises that I could do at home, what I really could have done with was one of these probes and the thing it plugged into before it was connected to the computer. She said she had the older machine that the hospital had at home as she sometimes did the treatments on a private basis but I could try some more difficult exercises first, she explained that I would need a partner for the exercises most ladies have there husbands help them but I have had some who prefer some female help and have asked a close friend to help.

“You must be comfortable with them touching you down there,” she said, “as they will insert there fingers into your vagina and tell you how your muscles are doing, they would follow a chart of exercises written by her and write down your contractions on a graph to encourage you.”

I'm thinking, yes my husband would be up for that. The physio told me I had to bring him along to the next appointment as she would have to show him how to feel for the correct muscles and how to fill in the charts.

At this point I wasn't too excited as she had already seen my vagina that day when she put the probe in for me and now I was going to go home. I was thinking about the next visit and her showing my husband how to examine me and I had mixed feelings about it, to be honest my husband doesn't really share my fantasy about all things gynaecological. He has a healthy interest in my body, but has never really asked to go with me to the doctors or anything like that.

I was worried that when she started to show a detailed interest in my vagina that I would have another orgasm with my husband looking on.

On the way home I stopped in on a girl friend of mine, I told her where I had been, she is always interested in my visits anyway, she understood my problem. I told her that I had to take my husband with me next time and opinion was that she would never let her husband see her in a medical situation, she said that she would ask me to go with her if she was in my position. I just laughed and we changed the subject to something else. I kept thinking, what would it be like with her there instead of my man, he sees me any time but I always got a thrill from Jane seeing me in the nude, we sometimes went swimming together or when we went to buy clothes etc.

I got up the courage and asked her if she would be too embarrassed to go with me, she looked delighted and very enthusiastic. I spluttered something about it being very intimate and personal and explained that she would be asked to touch me.

“I don't mind if you don't,” she said.

I said that it was ok with me but did she understand what I was meaning by touching me, I told her she would have to touch me inside. She blushed and went silent then asked would that be ok for me to do that.

“I think so,” I said.

She then told me that she would like to do it if I was ok but I was to tell her if I wasn't sure.

The day of the appointment came round eventually and I went and picked her up in the car. We didn't speak all the way to the hospital, we went in and the physio took us into the treatment room, I introduced her to Jane and I was then asked to pop behind the curtain like usual. I went in and took off everything from the waist down. I usually wore a skirt but this time I felt like I was starting the exam when I met Jane, so to keep things as normal as usual I wore trousers. So anyway I'm lying there and I hear Jane getting her instructions on how to complete the charts, then they come behind the curtain Jane is bright red and I can sense that she is more nervous than me.

The physio starts to explain to us that she is going to ask Jane to put her fingers inside me and monitor my muscle contractions and write down how strong they are and how long I can hold them tight before they start to fade. She gives Jane a glove to put on and she puts on some gloves too. Why is she putting on gloves I wonder.

She asks me to put my heels together and let my knees fall apart as I had done before. She then lifted off the cover and Jane was standing there, right in front of me with her eyes fixed on my vaginal area. I was instantly turned on, there I was legs as wide apart as I could put them and my best friend and a medical professional looking at my most private of areas.

She put the graph that Jane was to fill in on the bed and said she was going to put her fingers inside me and check to see how strong I had become since her last examination on my first visit, she gently inserted her fingers and asked me to squeeze. She then said, “Relax, I'm going to ask Jane to put her fingers inside now.”

Wow, I thought.

Jane was rather hesitant but leaned over and fumbled around and put the tips of her fingers in.

“All the way in my dear,” said the physio.

Jane blushed some more and did as she was told. I was now to squeeze again and Jane was asked if she could feel me contracting.

“A bit,” she said.

The physio said, “Keep your finger there and I'll fill in the graph.”

I was to relax now. The physio explained to Jane who was trying to stand there and act normal while all the time she had her fingers up her best friend's vagina, that the graph was to be completed like we discussed before. Jane was to fill in the graph with one hand while leave the other hand in my vagina. The physio said we were to carry on on our own and she would watch. So there I am squeezing my friends fingers with my vagina and this other woman standing there watching us, I was nearly having an orgasm right there and then.

After a while the physio said she was going to leave us for a while and we were to continue as we were, when she left we burst out laughing we couldn't believe what we were doing, we talked and laughed and talked and laughed then we both realised that Jane still had her fingers in me.

“Oh sorry,” she said and quickly pulled them out.

“No,” I said. “It’s ok. I don't mind and anyway we have to continue before she catches us fooling around.”

She slipped them back in and we started over again. She wasn't filling in the graph now she was asking me lots and lots of questions like did she do this to you every appointments, how does it feel, have you ever done it to yourself, have you ever done it to anyone else.

It felt really good to have Jane examine me and ask me questions. Back came the physio and it was back to serious business. We were told we could stop now and I was to get dressed.

When I was dressed I went to speak with them and Jane was being given a box of gloves and a tube of KY. The physio said that sometimes the vagina can become sore after a lot of exposure to the latex gloves. If this happened she would normally advise patients to continue without them but in our case as we weren't partners we would maybe prefer to stop.

This was really the first time that I realised that it wasn't only during the visit that Jane was going to see me, but we had to do this as often as we could.

I couldn't wait and by Jane's reaction I think she was looking forward to it as well.