~Subject: The CLINIC -Suite 414- Ch. 2 (MED,EXAM,ANAL,MF/f)
~From: matix@spider.lloyd.com   (Just.A.Fellow.With.Imagination)
~Date: Tue, 02 Apr 1996 12:44:08 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.anal,alt.sex.enemas

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   CLINIC@414 Part 2 of 3 

   The TREATMENT 

   When I returned from the bathroom, the nurse escorted me to the 
examination table, which she had covered with a pastel sheet.  I sat 
on the raised bolster section at the end , then laid back assuming 
the pre-requisite position.... knees up, each slippered foot in a 
stirrup, thighs widely separated with my buttocks near the end of the 
table.  

   The robe had shifted up to around my waist and, except for the 
slippers, I lay naked from the waist down.  Dr.  Chadwick entered the 
room and stepped up beside me as I lay on the table.  

   "I hope that the cleansing enemas didn't make you too 
uncomfortable, but for anal sex, you might find that you'll be less 
inhibited if your not worried about cleanliness there.  You can 
easily obtain any of the drugstore pre-bottled solutions and simply 
use it before you and your partner start making love ."  

   Continuing, he said, " I'm going to examine both your vaginal and 
rectal areas.  I'm certain that we won't find any obvious 
abnormalities; the nurse noted that you did not, for example, suffer 
from hemorrhoids as she lubricated you, but I want to make sure that 
there's nothing else of note."  

   Moving to the end of the table, he stepped between my widely 
parted thighs and rolled a latex glove onto each hand.  

   The nurse handed him a tube of lubricant which he applied to his 
now gloved fingers.  With one hand, he parted the lips of my vulva 
and, gently holding the lips of my labia between thumb and finger, 
worked down each side.  

   "You obviously take care of yourself.  .... no lesions or gland 
inflammation.  " he observed .  

   Holding back the covering hood of flesh, my clitoris was revealed 
and it , together with the area surrounding my urethra, came in for 
their share of diagnostic probings.  

   His finger traced the sensitive ridge sending a tiny chill of 
pleasure up my spine.  No other exam had .  ever evoked ..-that 
.. kind of response !  

   Moving his hand down to the opening of my vagina, two fingers were 
inserted and moved up inside me until I felt them at the tip of my 
cervix.  He then rotated the fingers, pressing against the walls of 
my vagina and uterus in each direction.  

   "Just breath through your mouth, Ms.  Broderick .....  and let 
yourself go " he soothingly advised.  

   Withdrawing his gloved hand, the nurse handed him a vaginal 
speculum - the nurse once more told me to relax and I felt the 
instrument enter my vaginal cavity, then a bit of  pressure inside as 
the sides were opened.  The Doctor adjusted the work lamp and peered 
down intently.  

   After, perhaps, a scant minute, and withdrawing the instrument, 
the Doctor walked to the head of the table, " Everything looks just 
fine there .....  your a very healthy woman.  Are we ready for the 
next step ?  "  

   I gave a thumbs-up and flexed my back "Ready !"  

   " Good, good ...... I'm going to be examining your anus and rectal 
areas for fissures or any other problems, and for this, the nurse is 
going to adjust your position so that I have, ahmm, maximum entrance 
.....  nurse, if you'll please ?"  and gestured toward my legs.  

   The nurse gestured with her hand "Hmmmm .... I going to need you 
to scoot down a little farther ...... there, that's a girl.'  and 
thus my buttocks were now off the edge of the table.  

   With a hand on my knee and another under my ankle, the nurse 
guided each leg back toward my head until it just about touched my 
breast.  The stirrups were adjusted upward and to the rear, so that, 
after replacing each foot, I found myself in a jack- knifed position 
.......  

   .... my bottom fully extended in mid air; the lips of my vulva 
gaping open; soles of my slippers nearly parallel with the ceiling !  

   I could feel the air on my anus now that my buttocks were fully 
spread, and watched the nurse liberally lubricate the forefingers of 
the doctors' right hand with Vaseline.  

   " I'm going to insert one finger, initially, to examine you as far 
up as I can without instruments, then I'll introduce more as I feel 
you begin to acclimate to the exam.  We'll be changing your position 
once more for the dilators .... I know this isn't very comfortable, 
but it will only last for a few minutes."  He explained 

   I could only lay there while images of myself so very extremely 
exposed swirled in my head.  

   Stepping to my, now prominently displayed, perineum, he first 
probed around the perimeter of my anus, separating the opening on 
either side, after which he inserted his forefinger to the second 
joint , and rotated the finger at an angle to the rim.  

   " I'm just checking muscle elasticity at this point " He said.  I 
felt him continue working the finger up inside me until his hand 
rested in the cleft of my stretched buttocks.  He then described a 
circle with his finger deep in my bowel, pushing at the tissue in 
either direction.  

   I was glad at that point for the enema preparation as I felt as 
though a bowel movement would have been imminent.  

   Withdrawing his finger completely, he said " Excellent !  Next, 
I'll be introducing two fingers into your rectum; this to help you 
with the dilators later".  Placing one finger over the other, I felt 
the firm, insistent, pressure of the insertion.  

   "I want you to push down on my fingers, as though you were trying 
to go to the bathroom, to relax your sphincter muscle" 

   I strained as instructed and felt a hollow feeling as the fingers 
made their way up my rectum.  I felt his hand at my bottom again, and 
then a pressure as he rotated the fingers in place.  I could feel the 
moisture from the liquefied Vaseline trickle to my tailbone mixed 
with the perspiration from my exertions.  

   He paused for a moment, fingers still buried in my rump, then 
looked up at me "I can see why you had a problem with anal 
intercourse; your rectal sphincter is very tight and well muscled.  " 

   Continuing his movements , he added " you, or your partner, need 
to be very generous with the lubrication.....  I suggest, also, that 
you include graduated dilatation, which is what we're doing now, as 
part of your foreplay until you really get the knack of relaxing this 
muscle."  

   " OK .......  three fingers; you've accommodated the two-finger 
stage without difficulty, I gather - a bit of fullness perhaps ?"  he 
asked.  

   "No it doesn't hurt, I even think I'm beginning to like it a 
little."  I replied.  In fact, the enforced exposure of my genitals 
and insertions were beginning to cause another sort of, very 
pleasurable and erotic, pressure.  

   "Well good !  So, how about if we explore that a bit !?"  He 
suggested.  I nodded ; he motioned to the nurse.  

   " My nurse is trained in massage ...... and we -do- want you to be 
very relaxed !"  he beamed.  

   " We'll be pleasuring you with direct stimulation, I think you 
should enjoy that."  he smiled as the nurse added more vaseline.  

   At the last I blushed, thinking that I must be lubricating myself 
just thinking about it.  

   The nurse untied the belt to the robe and pulled it open leaving 
me totally open and naked on the table, a glistening coat of Vaseline 
shining at my bottom.  .... and wondering if the warmth in the room 
was coming from me !  

   Changing gloves, she poured some light oil onto her hand and began 
to massage my neck then down to each breast .... kneading ...  
stretching and rolling each taut nipple between her fingers, then 
moved down my belly to my damp pubic hair and .... insinuated her 
fingers between and into the open lips of my vulva !  

   I had never been touched .... so intimately .... by another woman 
in my life !  At the same time I felt myself yield to the insistent 
caresses being applied against my rising bud, and surrendered to it 
all.  

   The Doctor held all three fingers together, and I felt the tips 
.... slowly .....  ease...... into, and past, my anus.  

   "Let's feel a really good push now ......!"  the Doctor ordered.  

   While the pulses from the massage of my clitoris built, I pushed 
my body down on the table to meet, and help my rectum open to, the 
welcomed gloved hand.  

   I remember the doctor saying that all three fingers were inserted 
and, with his free hand, he guided my own to my anal region where I 
felt his fingers as they lay buried in my rectum and felt the rim of 
my anus in it's tightly extended accommodation.  

   I covered my eyes with the back of my hand as he started an in and 
out movement.  With each push past my anus, I could feel the gloved 
fingers working up my colon...... 

   .......  the drumming of the nurses' massage of my clitoris ...... 

   ...... my body arched on the table .... 

   ...... and the spasms swept me over the edge.  

   The fingers were ever so slowly withdrawn.  A drop of perspiration 
trickled down my forehead.  

   "I think that you've looked at a new horizon, don't you ?"  he 
asked , rolling down his now slick gloves, with a grin.  

   I blushed furiously and could only blow a stream of breath through 
pursed lips in response.  

   Looking down, I couldn't help but notice that my nipples were 
tightly erect; my bush of pubic hair lay in ringlets ...  damply 
matted with oil, Vaseline .................... and my own juices.  

   The nurse, after a final caress to my nether regions, walked to 
the sink and washed her hands; came back with a warm washcloth.  
Using my exposure to advantage, she proceeded to carefully wash my 
pubic region; perineum and anus.  

   After patting me dry; she guided my feet from the stirrups, opened 
the table up and helped me stretch out flat, still naked, on the 
table.  

   "why don't you rest a moment ...  we'll be re-positioning you in 
just a minute ...." 

   As I regained my senses , I happened to turn my head toward the 
instrument tray ........ the smooth, gleaming ebonite shafts had been 
lined up .........  

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   CLINIC@414 Continued in part 3 -- The CURE 

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