The Doctor’s Visit
By CrickCrazy.
The wife, Corey, had begun to read some literature that ‘normal’ society would frown upon. But what she did in the privacy of her own home was none of their business, as far as she was concerned.
In her readings, she had come across a site discussing a medical condition some men suffered from. As she read on, she discovered that many of the signs of this condition described her husband, Sean. Further reading taught her that the condition was very serious if left untreated.
Through the website, she found a local clinic that specialized in diagnosing and treating conditions just like the one she had read about. Without consulting Sean, she immediately made an appointment. This was too serious a problem to give him the chance to hee-haw about how he felt fine, as he did so often.
So, they were sitting there, waiting. Sean had given in, easily enough, after he had seen how insistent she had been. The glint of worry in her eyes had ultimately convinced him. He couldn’t stand to see her worry so. Still, he wasn’t about to give up without at least trying to get out of it.
There was still time to leave, he reasoned, knowing deep down that it was too late. She had gotten him there. Turning back was no longer an option.
“Are you sure we need to do this?” He asked.
“I told you this condition can be very serious if it is left untreated. If you have it, please let us know. So, we can get you help.” Corey smiled sweetly at her husband.
A few minutes later, they were called back to the examination room. No weighing or blood pressure was checking like you would expect at a medical office. Instead, the assistant told them to sit tight as the doctor would be with them shortly.
The first thing Sean realized when the doctor entered was that she was the last thing he had expected. In fact, once he saw her, he even forgot what he had thought the doctor was going to look like. She was a tall, thick woman with overly large breasts, stout, yet solid and muscular. At six feet tall, she towered over Sean’s five-foot-nine frame. He reasoned that she could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with WWE’s male wrestlers without seeming out of place.
The second thing he realized was that the doctor barely acknowledged his presence. Her attention was completely devoted to his wife. It was as if the doctor were addressing a parent with a young child.
“Hello, Mrs. Kendrick. I am Dr. Macintosh. And you are here to have”, she said, before pausing to look at the chart in her meaty, masculine hand. “Sean examined and tested for the condition we discussed on the phone. Is that correct?”
“Yes. That’s uh um right.” Corey stuttered, seemingly embarrassed.
The doctor turned to Sean for the first time. “Strip!”
Sean was completely taken aback. His wife had refused to tell him the name of the condition, claiming it was very hard to pronounce and arguing that he would just look it up to make excuses and get out of being tested. She told him it was too serious an issue for him to try to avoid getting tested. She told him that she had read that in some cases it could be life-threatening if it went untreated. “I love you too much to risk losing you.” She had reassured him.
“What do you mean by strip?” Sean pleaded with the doctor. “Aren’t you going to take my blood pressure first?”
The disgusted look in the doctor’s eyes rocked him to the core. He felt his knees start to shake. He had never had anyone look at him like he was the goo left over on their shoe after accidentally squishing a slug.
“I said strip!” The hefty woman commanded him. “Everything off, now!”
Sean didn’t hesitate. He was overawed by the command this woman carried herself with. His t-shirt and shoes were quickly off.
As Sean undressed, the domineering doctor returned her attention to Corey.
“These cases can be delicate.” She said, her voice kind and soft. “But I assure you, we rarely misdiagnose. When they have the condition, it becomes absolutely clear with the appropriate tests.”
Sean deliberately removed his pants. He started to drop his underwear, but hesitated. Instead, he turned his attention to removing his socks.
“Is he obedient, helpful?” The doctor asked.
“He is most of the time. Though, um, I wish he would do stuff without needing to be asked.” Corey stammered out.
“That is one of the symptoms, as I am sure you read. They need to be…” She broke off as she frowned at Sean. “Those come off, too. Now! Then sit on the exam table.”
“As I was saying, those with the condition need to be asked. They lack direction on their own. It fulfills them to be asked or better told.”
Sean froze with his underwear at his knees. He couldn’t for the life of him understand what these questions had to do with a medical condition. Corey had been very cryptic when he had asked for details about his suspected condition. Still, she had intimated that it had something to do with his male parts. So, the complete stripping for the examination had not been a complete surprise. But these questions were something else.
An unwelcome throb in the groin had come when the doctor said, ‘It fulfills them.’
Sean covered his crotch with his hands; his underwear slipped to the ground. Another throb came.
He quickly scurried up onto the exam table, lest the doctor turn her ire back on him.
“That type of obedience is a very obvious sign of the condition.” The doctor continued, seemingly oblivious to Sean.
“So how are things in the bedroom?” The doctor asked.
Sean felt another huge throb. He was now semi-erect at just under three inches. A couple more throbs would have him standing at his full four plus inches.
“What do you mean?” Sean blurted out, his hands unintentionally dropping to his side in response to the impertinent question, despite the embarrassment growing in his lap.
“Oh, dear.” The doctor giggled as she turned to see Sean’s less-than-impressive package.
“It is so small.” She made no effort to hide the amusement in her voice. “I see many of them often, but this is quite a bit smaller than most.”
Sean flushed crimson. Mortified, he was unable to move. He could do nothing but stare at the massive woman as her amusement radiated across her face.
“Does it grow much more?”
As if on cue, Sean’s penis throbbed two more times. Nothing else on his body seemed to work; yet, his penis was, inadvertently, continuing to harden.
“Oh, look. It’s trying to grow. What a cute baby clitty.” The doctor chuckled as she turned back to Corey.
Sean’s eyes flashed to his wife. The sad look of pleading in his eyes was hard for her to take. The blush on her face was now almost as bright a red as the one on his. She knew from what she had read that she needed to stay strong for him. All of this was for the best. They had to know. Still, to see him looking at her with such need was almost more than she could take. She couldn’t stand to see him like that, she told herself.
Instantly, she knew she was lying to herself. Something was intoxicating about the look of need on his face. She felt her own throbbing down below as her glands began to secrete moisture.
“I’m sorry. It is just so small and thin.” The doctor resumed, regaining her stoic, professional manner.
A slight movement by Sean caught her eye. Returning her attention to him, she said, “I think it is time for the restraints.”
Feeling had just started to creep back into his extremities. He had lifted his hands to cover his almost fully erect penis. Yet, when she turned back to him, he immediately froze. He was once again unable to move. As prey caught in a predator’s trap, he could do nothing but remain still and hope he hadn’t been seen.
Not only had his body betrayed him, but his mind seemed to have left as well. Nothing that happened in the next minute or two seemed to register in his mind while it was happening. He was completely numb as the doctor began pulling straps that he hadn’t noticed before from slots in the wall.
Almost as if she had waved a wand, his arms were suddenly restrained to two straps on the wall. Another pair of straps bound each of his ankles to his thighs. The doctor was attaching another strap to his right, upper thigh, when things started to come back into focus. After she had connected it to a slot in the wall, keeping his thigh spread open, he was finally able to move.
“What… what… what are you doing?” He squirmed, trying to stop her from attaching the last strap to his left thigh.
SMACK.
The hard slap on his balls took his breath away. All resistance drained from him, for the moment.
After adjusting the tension on the final strap, the doctor returned her attention to Corey. “As I was saying, his lack of size is a definite sign that he does indeed have the condition. In fact, I can just about assure you that he is what you thought he was. Yet, some men with smaller cocks can still please a woman. So that by itself doesn’t close the door. But small is one thing. Tiny, clit like is another. Also, the way he just lay there as I strapped him in just about confirms it. No real man would ever act like that. But we are nothing if not thorough here. We will perform all of the tests.”
“I believe I was asking you about how things went in the bedroom.”
“He is really good at oral. I really enjoy it. He can’t get me off, but he really tries. You can tell he really likes it.” Corey began, the blush returning to her face. “He um tries to uh…”
“Corey, please. What is this about?”
The larger woman moved faster than he could have imagined. Before he could finish the question, her large hand had cupped his balls like a vice. The pain was immediate, but thankfully very brief. Tears began to well in his eyes.
Corey found herself awed by the power this woman had over Sean. Her pussy started to moisten even more as the thoughts of having that same power over Sean crossed her mind.
“Your input is not required nor wanted.” She demanded as she removed an object from one of the drawers. “If you speak again without being asked, I will have to gag you.”
The saliva in his mouth evaporated at once. His eyes widened as he saw the thick, three-inch dildo connected to two metal o-rings with straps attached to them. His penis, which had softened some during his fugue state, began to stiffen.
“Do you understand. Just nod yes.” He nodded. “That’s a good girl.”
A small squirt of clear liquid dribbled from the tip of his now fully erect penis at the doctor’s last words. The doctor quickly made another note on the chart, a sinister smile playing at her lips.
“Now, before we were interrupted.” The doctor began, returning her attention to Corey. “We were talking about your sex life. Specifically, I believe you were telling me about penetration. I know it’s hard to talk about. But you need to know that nothing is your fault. Some men just aren’t made to penetrate. It’s not her fault either. Some people are made to penetrate while others are made to be penetrated.”
Sean let out a mewling groan as another drop of clear liquid oozed from his penis. It was now beyond erect. Sean did not know if it had ever been this hard, save, maybe, for those few times he had clumsily tied it up with rope.
Corey desperately wanted to reach her hand into her pants to touch herself. She could not ever remember Sean’s penis being so hard. She found herself getting unbearably turned on.
The doctor made another note before continuing. “So tell me about the penetration. Does it do anything for you?”
Corey’s eyes turned down sheepishly as she answered the question. “It doesn’t get in much past my outer lips. And it’s not like he squirts off quickly either. I think that might be because of some of his medicines. I’d actually prefer if he did that because it…”
She trailed off, tears glistening in her eyes.
“It’s okay, dear. Remember, it is not your fault. Neither is it hers.”
A deep, loud mewl escaped Sean’s lips as a large squirt of pre-cum spewed out of his penis. His penis seemed to continue hardening. He was desperate to be touched. Then to be called ‘her’. He had thought he had misheard earlier, but she had said it again. What did this mean? Why was his penis doing this?
Hers? What was the doctor saying? Why had she called Sean a ‘her?’ The good girl reference had flown under the radar. Corey had thought it might have been part of the test. She hadn’t even registered the first use of the word. But now the doctor had just called him her when she wasn’t talking to him.
“Please…” He begged.
“Quiet! No more from you.” The kind voice she had been using with Corey had instantly transformed into the howl of a banshee.
Sean immediately zipped it. But now the desire was too strong in him. He couldn’t keep from letting a moan or groan out every few seconds. He tried to move his body to find any sort of contact with his throbbing penis, but his struggles were fruitless.
The doctor smiled devilishly as she made another note on her chart. Returning her attention to Corey, she resumed in a soothing voice, “Please continue, dear. I don’t think we will need the gag after all. Your little girl here is very obedient.”
Obedient little girl? Was her husband an obedient little girl? Was that something she wanted? She didn’t know. Yet, her pussy was sloppily wet and aching.
“I um wish he was uh…you know quicker.” Corey hung her head ashamedly. “It just, you know, teases me so much. It’s okay at first, but then it just goes on. He won’t finish. It’s so teasing. It.. I just want to be fucked. I want something real to touch me deep. I want my toys. I.. I want a real cock.”
The last words came out in a croak. Her voice was cracked with sobs. She felt so bad saying these things about Sean while he was naked and restrained. And he wasn’t even allowed to talk unless he wanted a dildo in his mouth. Yet, her pussy continued to throb. And it was the truth. She had to tell the truth for his sake.
Sean’s painful erection softened a little as the love of his life revealed just how inept he truly was at lovemaking. Many women needed to use things like vibes to get off, right? Isn’t that what the internet had assured him?
Now, he felt ashamed of himself. How could he be so bad at meeting her needs? He resolved to do anything she wanted. Anything. Even if that meant letting her get fucked by another man. She deserved to feel the pleasure that she so readily gave to him. She deserved to be fulfilled, even if that required being filled by another man.
“Shh.” The doctor soothed Corey, patting her on the shoulder with one meaty paw. “It’s okay. I had a few more questions, but I think we can dispense with those. What you have already told me paints a clear picture. Let’s move on to the tests.”
She rolled on her stool until she was directly between Sean’s spread thighs. The slap of latex burrowed into Sean’s ears as she slipped on a pair of XL gloves.
“Everything you have told me so far makes me think that she is indeed a sissy. But we need to do a few more tests to be sure. She could just be a deeply submissive beta male. I don’t think so based on everything I have seen. It is extremely unlikely. But let’s do the tests.”
Sean was completely hard again. His penis still looked pathetically small, but it was more sculpted than it had ever been before. It was, if possible, as big and thick as it could ever get. That word sissy had done it. He knew what sissies were. He had looked at his share of porn. In fact, he often got off on looking at videos involving trans females. It was an embarrassing secret he had kept hidden from Corey. Still, he wasn’t a sissy.
A pit began to grow in his stomach.
“Come over here, dear, I want you to see.” The doctor motioned for Corey to slide the chair over.
Corey scooted the chair over beside the doctor, giving her an up close view of Sean’s straining penis. Her clit throbbed as she saw just how stiff he had become.
The doctor placed a gloved paw on his right thigh, just inches from his penis. Sean let out a groan.
“Now that response is natural in most men. But watch this.”
She moved her hand to his penis, gripping it tightly and giving it a hard squeeze, before returning her hand to his thigh.
Stars flashed in Sean’s eyes. He had let out an audible gasp when she had touched his penis. He had grunted and groaned when she had squeezed him. He had panted, mewed, and moaned when she had removed her hands. His hips had pumped wildly, seeking any contact he could find.
“Please”…gasp…moan…mew…moan…
Corey couldn’t take it any longer. She slipped her hand into her shorts, thankful she had worn a pair with a stretchy waistband rather than jeans or khakis. Her clit burned under her finger. She tried to focus on what the doctor was saying, but it was a losing battle.
“Now you see that reaction…” The doctor trailed off as she realized that Corey was distracted. She waited patiently until the orgasm rolled over Corey.
Sean was so wrapped up in what was happening to him that he didn’t even realize his wife had been cumming four feet away from him.
The orgasm had been fast and hard, but tantalizingly short. It was the kind that Corey liked to start a masturbation session with. It was the kind that promised more pleasure. Corey sheepishly looked over at the doctor, mouthing a ‘sorry’ to her. Her hand remained down her shorts, though, her index finger gently tapping her clit every couple of seconds.
The doctor nodded, smiling, before resuming.
“The way she just melted when I removed my hands is another clear sign. If I had recorded her and played it back, you would have thought it was a girl. Men don’t make those kinds of noises.” She said while picking up the pen to make another note on the clipboard.
“Now watch this carefully. This is something you will need to do often yourself if the diagnosis is confirmed.”
The doctor grasped him again in her hand. This time her grip wasn’t as tight. She started to stroke him slowly. After about ten seconds, she removed her hand.
SMACK!
Her hand crashed into his balls, a vicious slap.
The pain was immediate and breathtaking. Sean groaned and moaned. His penis squirted another dollop of pre-cum (or, as the doctor later said it was called, sissy cum or sissy squirt). His penis jumped erratically. If it were possible, he was now even more desperate for release.
When the doctor had placed her hand on Sean’s penis, Corey had begun to rub her clit faster. When she saw how Sean’s penis had jumped and how he had begun to flail around, she came again. This time, the orgasm was much stronger. Her clit tingled from the after shock.
Sean once again did not know what was going on with Corey. He was lost in his own headspace. The feelings and the desire were pushing everything else aside. He needed to cum, or his penis might launch off from his body due to the unending pressure.
“That just about seals it.” The doctor said, after once again waiting for the glaze in Corey’s eyes to clear. She wished that she could scratch her own itch. But that could wait. Her little assistant slut would soon be licking her to orgasm once the session was over. He wouldn’t be much longer. This diagnosis was all but locked in.
“They love to be reminded how fortunate they are for any form of sexual attention. Now there is one final test. I want you to watch closely because you will need to administer this treatment quite often. It will be important for you to limit her male orgasms from now on. But we don’t want her to get clogged up. So you will need to milk the cum out of the testicles. We do that with a prostate massage. Some sissy’s will eventually get to the point where they prefer prostate orgasms over the old penis orgasms. Now, please hold my clipboard.”
Corey was doing her best to follow the doctor’s words. But those very words and the image of her quivering husband had her building to a third orgasm. Yet the doctor was holding out her hand with the clipboard. She clearly wanted Corey to take it. Reluctantly, Corey removed her hand from her pants and took the clipboard. She really should pay attention, she reassured her throbbing pussy, the doctor had said this was important.
The doctor applied a healthy glob of lubricant onto her fingers, then inserted the first two fingers of her right hand into Sean’s unprotected anus.
Sean gasped and moaned. He had never had anything up his anus before, excepting the stuff that came out of it. His penis jerked and his sphincter flexed. The doctor began to gently rub her two fingers back and forth on the wall of his rectum, lightly pressing on his prostate.
The clipboard fell to the floor as three fingers found their way deep into Corey’s pussy, bypassing her clit, because she needed to be filled.
Sean could not stop moaning, gasping, groaning, and squirming as the doctor continued her ministrations. After a minute or so, Sean’s penis jerked as a jet of fluid exited his penis.
Corey came at the site of Sean’s penis, spurting a squirt.
Continuing her massage, the doctor said to Corey, “See that there is a sissy squirt or sissy cum if you prefer. Look how much she likes it.”
Sean did like it, indeed. He was grinding his hips in time to the doctor’s movements.
Corey liked it too. She had cum three times, yet she was hornier now than when she had first touched herself. She also found herself looking at her husband with new eyes. She would never be able to look at him the same way again. Her husband was squirming around like one of the sluts in a porn video. Yet Corey knew that much of it was faked to put on a good show. What her husband was doing was absolutely genuine. What was happening to him was happening to her, and it was undeniable.
The doctor continued her massage until Sean had squirted four more times. The last two squirts had come within twenty seconds of each other. Corey had had one more orgasm. This last one had shattered her. Finally, it seemed her pussy was ready for a break.
The doctor removed her fingers with a plop, then, with a crinkle, removed the gloves and deposited them in the trash can.
Sean continued to thrash and jerk, trying to find something to contact his penis. He was still unaware that his wife had come four times, while he had not come once.
“Shh. It’s okay, sweetie.” The doctor spoke to him in the kindest of voices. She lightly stroked his left thigh with her bare hand. “Come here, dear”, she said, motioning for Corey to move in closer. “Just lightly stroke her thighs with your hand. Do not touch her clit or balls. She needs to come down from her high.”
Sean continued to moan and writhe, but the intensity of the feelings was waning.
“Today, we are going to let her cool down. In the future, though, you can take small pauses and then ramp up the action again. The roller coaster ride will make them putty in your hands. But when you are done, you must always bring them back gently. I will give you some pamphlets on this and other important things. It is called after-care.”
“Now there are just a few more things today. But I will need to see you back in a week to check on her progress.”
She slid her chair back to the table on the other side of the room. Corey continued to stroke her fingers tenderly along Sean’s legs. She thought she could get used to this. It would be nice, she reasoned, to tie Sean up while she used her toys on herself. She knew, now, that he would get way more out of watching her get off than she had ever thought possible. She would have to get some toys for him, too, though. A nice prostate massager would be a good start.
“Here you go, dear.” The doctor said, handing Corey a stack of pamphlets. “The one on top is about terms and definitions. You must use the right words. You do not want her getting it into her head that she is actually a man, anymore. That is too damaging to her psyche. Some sissies have sadly taken their lives because they try to pretend to themselves that they are male. They fail every time. We have to protect her from that.”
“First. It is imperative that, in private, you always use the right pronouns with her. I understand that, in public, for work, and similar situations, she may still have to use male pronouns. But make sure she knows it is pretend. It is a secret between the two of you. If she later wants to use her proper pronouns publicly, you can do that. But, it should be her choice.”
“Second, she absolutely does not have a cock. A cock does not look like that pathetic little appendage. If you took her skinny-dipping in a lake, it might be mistaken for a worm by a fish. What she has is a clit, clitty, clitoris, or dicklette, if you prefer. The rest of the definitions and terms in that guide are suggestions. But these first two are non-negotiable.”
“The second pamphlet discusses the importance of after-care. You mustn’t abandon them after a session. You must be there to comfort them as they come down.”
“The third discusses strap-on play and cuckolding. You will want to meet your own needs and get something properly sized into your pussy. You can do that by making him use strap-ons — there are some very good lifelike ones listed in the pamphlet. Or you can get a real man with a properly sized cock to do it. That is up to you. I personally think most sissies like both. It’s encouraging to know someone is meeting your needs. Yet, they also like to pretend to be a woman with you, too.”
“The next one talks about milking and pegging. The milking you have seen. Pegging is when you use a strap-on on him.|
Corey felt her clit throb. The thought of her fucking him was so much more arousing than the thought of him doing whatever you’d call the thing they had always called sex — it was certainly not fucking.
“The last pamphlet discusses orgasm control and chastity.” The doctor continued, glancing at Sean. “You can stop now, dear. Just let him lie there.”
Corey took her hands away from Sean. She had read of chastity. She knew many sissies were often caged. But, she hadn’t expected that she’d do that to Sean.
“Sissies cannot be left to their own devices. They will watch pornography and masturbate. They will start to think of themselves as real men. They can only cum when their mistress allows it.”
Corey nodded. What the doctor said made sense. Besides, she knew she could never go back to the way things had been. She couldn’t do that to herself. Most of all, she couldn’t do that to Sean. She, now, knew that letting him rub his penis — no dicklette — against her was not meeting his needs. She had to listen to the doctor. She had to do better for him.
Sean had been cruising down from his high. He had never felt anything like it before. He was still aroused. But he was also drained and somehow calm in a way a normal orgasm never made him feel. He had heard the words the doctor had been speaking, but they were like a voice coming from far away. They were distant, removed from him. When Corey removed her hands from his leg, his attention had perked up. Had he just heard the word chastity? It seemed he had indeed. His ears perked up at the doctor’s next words.
“She cannot be allowed to cum when she wants. She should only cum when you decide she can. So, you must put her in chastity. Now, she is so small that the standard cages just won’t work for her. We will need to take some measurements and order a custom cage. You can pick it up when you come in next week. Just one minute, please.”
Dr. Macintosh stood up and left the room.
Sean’s head was spinning. His penis was also starting to throb again. It seemed the news that it would soon have no freedom had encouraged it to grow again, as if it could grow enough to escape this bound man’s body.
“Please, Cory. Don’t do this.” He pleaded with his wife.
“Shh. Honey. You heard the doctor. You need this. It will make you happy. It will keep you safe.”
“But, please. We don’t need…uh…”
Corey placed her bare hand on his balls. She rubbed them gently. She lightly caressed the tip of his — no, not his, her — swelling clitoris.
“You like it when I touch your clitty, don’t you?” She purred to her husband.
Sean reveled in the feel of her hands on his balls. He wanted her to touch the tip again.
SMACK!
Her slap was nowhere near as hard as the doctor’s had been. But it still stung and got his attention. It also caused his penis to grow to full size.
“I asked if you like it when I touch your clitty?” She spoke to him in a pretend stern voice. She managed well enough. Yet, it was hard to keep the humor out of her eyes. This was so new. This was also so much fun. It was so exciting. She couldn’t wait to get him tied up at home and use her big black insertable womanizer on herself, while he watched helplessly.
“Yyyes.” He said. “But do you have to call it..”
He wasn’t able to finish. The doctor had returned with supplies in her arms. She sat them down on the table before turning to face Sean.”
“I see she has already gotten herself excited again. I have brought everything I need. We can take the first measurements now.”
The doctor teased his clit as she measured his length, girth, thickness, and the dimensions of his balls.
“Now we will need to get rid of that. We could give her an orgasm.” She paused to watch Sean’s face brighten. Then she put the hammer down. “But I think she is better off waiting. That is why I brought the ice. It will kill an erection quickly.”
“Before you do,” Corey asked. “Is she really that small? I have never had another one; he was my first. I mean, I have seen videos, but that is porn. Is it so small?”
“Yes.” The doctor said. “It is one of the smallest.”
Sean’s penis spurted a jet of clear liquid. His mind was spinning again. Corey had just called him she. His wife had just called her husband. Was he really a she?
He didn’t have time to consider the question as the ice did indeed erase his erection, but first it caused a surge of electric pain all over his scrotum and balls. Next, a blindfold was placed over his face. Then he felt hands rubbing all over his clit and balls. He started to grow again. The second ice treatment took care of that. Then the feeling started to fade from his pubic region, slowly at first, but within a couple of minutes, he would barely feel the hard smack the doctor would give him.
“Now, while we wait for the industrial-strength lidocaine to take effect, I have just a few more instructions for you.”
“Until her cage arrives, you will want to keep a close eye on her. You should instruct her not to touch herself without your permission. Ask her regularly if she has touched herself. You will see the shame in her eyes. If she touches herself without your permission, punish her. If you keep on her, you should be able to avoid any accidental orgasms until the cage arrives. Once the cage is in place, she will not be able to fully erect it. She will also not be able to escape. This cage is custom-made. Small sissies like… You should really consider giving her a female name, by the way. Anyway, small sissies like her can slip out of the regular cages. But that won’t happen with this cage. It is guaranteed. If she does somehow escape, she should not be able to get back in without unlocking the cage. Keep the key away from her, for now. Okay, I think we are ready now.”
SMACK!
Sean felt a dull thud in his pubic area, but beyond that, he felt almost nothing. There was some dull prodding in the area where his penis used to be — Oh god, is it still there? He thought to himself — but that was all. He couldn’t tell you if his penis was being measured, stretched, or anything of the like. He just lay there, wondering what things would be like when they got out of there. He hoped all of this had turned Corey on, because he was so looking forward to having sex with her. He had heard the words the doctor had said, but he was sure he’d still get to fuck Corey at least.
“Time to let you out, Sarah,” Corey called to her sissy husband while the doctor began to undo the restraints. “It’s time for us to go home. I have a lot of shopping to do. There is so much that I need to get for you. How would you like a nice pedicure? A nice shade of pink, maybe? I know you like it so much when I get mine painted. It would look so cute on you. But first, I need to get you home. There is so much I need to do.”
The End.
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