Auscultation | Auscultation at Plasma Bank 1…

A few months ago, I began selling my plasma--and the physical they do to make sure you're in good health on your first time is so very very top notch. Apart from a thorough listen to my heart and lungs, my nurse even nodded in approval and gave that perfunctory, clinical “hmm” that we love so much, after saying "I'm going to listen to your heart sounds.” Major fetish activation! As is this wasn’t enough, the care one gets there when things go wrong reflects that same top notch-iness.

Last week, I was foolish enough to think that the amount of food and water I'd consumed that day was enough to compensate for getting rid of two quarts of plasma fluid. I figured that my body had already done it repeatedly and would be used to it. Wrongo. When I suddenly started to fade into that terrifying space between passing out and not passing out, writhing with dizziness and nausea and puking into a trash can while hooked up to the machine via butterfly needle and plastic tubing, a nurse was called over and cleaned up my face. Promptly after, she took my blood pressure and I calmed down a little--BP turns me on in that sensuous, dom’s-got-me-and-I-feel-secure kind of way. And I thought that was going to be it. But then she replaces the earpieces and says "I'm going to take a listen to your heart." In a dream, I watched the diaphragm of the chest piece glide over my t-shirt and make contact with my chest. I was lying on one of those beds that elevate your feet and was at the perfect level for auscultation. She placed it over my shirt but because she was simply counting the beats and not listening for abnormalities, I needed no skin contact. Think I would have lost it if she lifted my shirt. I felt so submissive, so delicious, and I am 100% convinced that it made me better faster.

She did this two or three more times, blood pressure and listening (was woozy can't remember) by the way--and once in a private exam room. Suffice it to say my vagina enjoyed the surprise lubrication.