There are various threads here (and in other fora) where the poster asks for advice on how to get his/her partner to participate in a medical scenario -- indeed, this is the topic of the entire category in which this thread is being created.
I have played out my favourite medical fantasies with many women, all of whom enjoyed the experience and found it sensual and arousing. I have never once been mocked or in any way reproached when I shared my kinks. Timing and understanding of the chemistry between myself and my partner are two critical factors. Being confident, relaxed and reassuring, and knowing exactly what I'm doing with her body is also essential, as is the setting of clear limits when these are necessary.
I'm sure there are other people out there who have had equal success, and I suggest that they place their success stories here; this for the benefit of the younger / more shy / less experienced members who are hesitant to reveal their fetish to their partners.
I'll get the ball rolling by sharing one of my own successful "outings", and I look forward to reading yours.
SANDY
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I met Sandy at a party about 7 years ago. I was 30, she was in her early twenties. She was rather shy and unassuming for her age. We had lunch at a restaurant together the next day, and there followed a couple of weeks of regular, vanilla sex in my flat. During that time I searched her for kink clues as we made love - experimented with her anus, gave her gentle (or, at times, less gentle) pinches on her nipples and buttocks, held her down firmly with my elbows on her upper arms while fucking her. She responded well; she revealed to me that she had never made love "like this" before and, although it hurt her sometimes, she enjoyed discovering "these new things" with me.
Many times I would press my hand on her chest as we were making love, feeling her heartbeat. I would comment on the force of the beats. She appeared intrigued, but puzzled. In the meantime, I introduced a couple of toys - a cat-o-9-tails and a pair of leather handcuffs. She found them funny above everything else and giggled her heart out, but she let me use them on her - and I encouraged her to use them on me.
"You're a total pervert," she said at some point, "but at least you're not boring."
One day we dressed in Halloween costumes for another party. I was a vampire, she wore a tight-fitting latex "skeleton" suit. When we got back that night she got into bed. She had had a few drinks and was chirpy and giggly. With my vampire suit still on, I jokingly roleplayed sneaking into the bedroom through the balcony. I told her to pretend she was asleep. I tiptoed next to her and pressed my "fangs" on her neck, and then on various other places all over her body. I found that she was particularly aroused. We made love and went to sleep.
The next morning I asked her to tell me what she thought of our little roleplay. She said it felt really strange to pretend to be asleep while I was "biting" her. I tried to dig a bit deeper, brought up a couple of key words like "helplessness" and "submission". She balked. She wasn't at all sure she liked being thought of as "submissive", the word had very negative connotations for her (she was about to finish law school and saw herself as something of a high-flying go-getter, at least academically).
We discussed the possibility that her real-life independence and determination may not be incompatible with the enjoyment of being "helpless" or placing her sexual well-being in her partner's care. I suggested that sexualizing an objectively negative situation through roleplay is very common, and would she be willing to try more stuff?
I said I wanted to share my favourite kink with her. I told her it wasn't easy for me to do this, but I felt confident she was open-minded enough to enjoy it with me.
I then pretended I had changed my mind. "Never mind. You'll probably freak out."
"Come on," she said, "you can't do this, you can't say you'll share your favourite kink with me and then not do it!"
I asked her to remember playing "doctors and patients" when she was a kid with her friends. She nodded. I told her that most people grow out of it, but that my immaturity is so chronic that I haven't. Her chin was on my chest. I was practically whispering these things into her ear. I talked about the butterflies in the stomach that some people feel before a doctor's appointment, she murmured understanding. I discussed undressing in front of a stranger, the feeling of exposure, the total conformance with instructions, the fact that the doctor is scrutinizing her body in a way not even her boyfriend would. The fact that, to him, she is temporarily an object - a set of figures, skin hues, heart and lung sounds, measurements.
Sandy soon became one of the sweetest patients I've ever had. I remember auscultating her for the first time as we roleplayed "housecall"; I could feel her heart kicking against my stethoscope, making the tubing tremble with every beat, racing. When I put on my gloves and told her to spread her legs, she closed her eyes. Her pussy was dripping with moisture.
We experimented with a number of different things with Sandy. I was sad when she left for the US to pursue a post-graduate degree. We pledged to stay in touch, but didn't for very long.