In a clinic or hospital, everyone else in control.
So naturally there's a feeling of being helpless.
When I think about it, lying on my back on a gurney, waiting, the anxiety is actually a turn on for me.
For all my strengths and expertise, I am reduced to a body at someone else's disposal.
The medicos arrive.
They do their thing - coldly and passively, tapping, prodding examining - while at the same time trying hard to make me relax.
Examination over, it's treatment time.
Painful injections in the buttock, or thigh.
Nurses cajoling me and comforting me as I lie, face contorted with pain.
Yet, how erotic.
Looking forward to next time!