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Subject: {ASSM} training clinic  pt 1(humil, femdom, medical, ff/m)
Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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I'm new at this...  feedback welcome.  Thanks.


Sex Discipline Clinic, pt 1

   Kimber and Anya decided to take me to the doctor.  Because their next
door neighbor had started fucking me in the ass and because I had had a
little bit of bleeding, they were both concerned and despite my incredible
embarrassment, they really thought I should get "checked out." "But I don't
want to go to the doctor about this.  Why don't we just not let Butch fuck
me, huh?" "Oh, baby," Kimber cooed, "that's not really fair to anybody is
it?  I mean, I know you want to have some kind of sex.  You know you can't
have it with me.  And I've seen how hard you get when he..  when he does
that to you.  I mean it's not fair to you to only have Butch and the other
guys use your mouth." Anya chimed in," Mike, I think that Kimber is really,
really trying to help you now.  It's ok to just say that it feels good to
have a man inside of you that way.  There's nothing to be ashamed off,
baby. You know I am very proud of you.  But we get scared when you bleed.
I'm sure its ok, but we really just want to get you checked out." I burst
into tears,'But guys, it's going to be soo, sooo embarrassing and I'm going
to HATE it if Billy comes along.  You know he'll just humiliate me!!" "Oh,
baby, is that what you're afraid of," Kimber chirped.  "Well, we just won't
take Billy along then.  I'm sorry sweetheart that you're so afraid of
Billy. I know he can be a little rough for my girlfriend.  What else are
you afraid about?" "I don't know," I cried, tears streaming down my face.
"I think they're just going to hurt me and stuff...  you know..." "Mike,
you know we can't guarantee or anything that what the doctor does won't
hurt just a little bit.  That's just the way it is sometimes.  But Kimber
wants you to be a big boy about it, doesn't she." "Yes, honey, and we've
even talked to Lisa about it.  She's kind of concerned and she even offered
to take you to the doctor.  Do you want your friend Lisa to take you?  Or
do you want Lisa to come with us?" "Ohhhh, Kimber, did you have to tell
Lisa??" "Of course, sweetheart.  Do you think I was just going to lie about
it to her, I mean really now.  Don't cry about that now, for heaven's sake.
Those are the things girlfriends talk about.  You know that.  Come on now,
sweetie, Anya's offering to drive us down there and she's even picked out
the doctor." Anya knew this doctor who had a practice that was
unusual...with a lot of young people, but he knew very well how to handle
people with kinky sex issues.  The office was in a building south of
Market, and it turns out that it was jammed with punchers, bikers, slutty
looking girls--most of them about 18 to 25, and tough young guys.  We
walked into the packed waiting room--very hip looking, with black
industrial stuff, and metal chairs, at one in the afternoon.

   A very tough young punkette girl, with dyed blonde hair, a very tight
latex nurses uniform and high heels stared at me.  "Yes, how may I help
you?" Her name tag said Renata.  She looked like she was maybe 17.  "Yes,
my name is Anya and this is Mike.  I made an appointment for him to see
Doctor Carlson." "And what is this regarding?: "Well, he has been having a
problem because the big man who lives next door to us and who ...  who
makes love to him, well, he uses Mikey's mouth and his ..  you know his
rectum.  When he uses Mikey's mouth it's just fine, jah, but when he puts
his big penis in and out of Mike's rectum, well sometimes there is a bit of
bleeding.  So we just want to get him checked out all over for this, you
know?" There were about thirty young people packed into the restaurant like
setting, and most of them turned, listened, and began laughing and
tittering.  I went through the floor.  "OK, and what is your relationship
to...  Mike?" "I am...  well, I guess you would say I am his Aunt...  Anya.
And this is his girlfriend, Kimber.  " "OK...  umm, Mike...  I'm afraid I
don't see your name here in the men's afternoon clinic.  And I'm afraid Dr.
Carlson doesn't work the men's clinic, so'--" "OH, no, I'm sorry.  I think
because I made the appointment they maybe, well, they maybe put it in the
women's clinic schedule.  I also know Dr.  Carlson..." Anya said crisply.
"Oh...  yes, Anya...  actually it got written down here as "Anya Mike" but
it is in the women's clinic that you...  or he, are scheduled.Um, but we
really don't let men back there, you see, so that's a problem." "Oh... 
yes, Anya...  actually it got written down here as "Anya Mike" but it is in
the women's clinic that you...  or he, are scheduled.  Um, but we really
don't let men back there, you see, so that's a problem." "But I make the
appointment and I don't really think of Mike as...  you know, as a man. 
It's not a man's problem.  He's having a woman's problem/." Gales of
snickering from the audience.  "Hmmm, I need to ask you some questions and
then I need you to fill out this paperwork Now, how long have you been
having anal sex, Mike?" she said loudly.  Three really punk looking leather
girls in the front were leaning toward us, listening to every word. 
"Ummm...  well, I guess it's just been like...  like umm three weeks."
"Three weeks?  Oh, come on now, don't give me a lot of bull.  There's no
gay guy who's just been having anal sex for three weeks.  We're not going
to get anywhere if you're going to lie." "No, but..  but, I'm ..  um..  I'm
not gay...  I'm straight...  it's just that I'm not ...  not allowed to
have sex with my girlfriend anymore and so they, ahh, they just arranged
for me to have sex with this guy in the building so I could have some kind
of sex." "Yeah, right.  You're not gay.  But you're letting some guy fuck
you up the ass.  Right.  Sure.  And you never had it up the ass until three
weeks ago.  Uh-huh.." Anya looked concerned and chimed in, "You know, I
think he must have always been a lot gay inside.  Some people are a mix. 
And I think Mike is pretty gay in side, so I'm not so sure he hasn't had it
up the back side a long time before this." "Anya, how can you say that?? 
You know that's not true." The nurse stood up looking angry, "Hey, hey,
faggot.  So now we're all liars?  That's just about enough back talk, do
you understand.  You're just earned yourself a session with our psychiatric
counselor, Kristen Laaken.  I'm afraid we're going to have to keep you here
overnight for psychological observations and tests.  I'm going to have you
sign in here as a section 301 self-commitment." "But, But, please, Miss, I
just don't--" She reached across the desk and slapped me hard on the face.
A cheer went up from the room.

   "Well, you can either do that or I'll call the police here and charge
you with disorderly conduct and disturbing the peace.." "What does the
self-commitment thing mean," Anya asked.  "It means that we'll hold him
here for up to 3 days on an involuntary basis, that we can run any medical,
physical, psychological tests we deem necessary, that he can be kept in our
lock down facility, and that the staff here--nurses, doctors, counselors,
or nurses aides--can do whatever they believe will be in his best
interests. We'll do lots of different kinds of tests and experiments." "But
what if it's something I don't want to do," "Oh, that's easy.  We'll either
call for police backup to force you to comply, or they basically deputize
us to use whatever physical punishment we need to use to obtain the
results. Basically, what you would call punishment is something we'll just
call 'necessary treatment.' "go ahead and sign it, sweetie, we don't have
all day you know just to wait on you.  I have to meet Billy at a place
around the corner in like 45 minutes.," Kimber said.

   "OK, Mikey, you can stand up now.  I'm going to have you go into that
little dressing room right by the big window there and take all of your
clothes off and I want you to come out with this wrapped around you.  She
handed me a thick, fluffy big pink wrap around towel thing with tie straps
for over the shoulder and down below.  Oh, god, it was like a woman's
summer shift, all in pink.

   "Do I have to wear this, ma'am"

   "Well, it's that or nothing, Mikey, so move along."

   I went back to the little dressing room.  It was like the dressing room
in a clothing store, with just canvas curtains hung all around and a bench
that looked like a leather weight lifting bench.  But the room backed on to
the huge windows that went from about four feet way up to probably fifteen
feet in the loft-like space.  The whole thing was opened, and flooded with
sunlight from an dingy and scary looking alley behind Folsom street.  And
right there--about twelve feet away across the alley, a big wooden
structure construction site was buzzing with carpenters, electricians, and
lots of rough looking black men carrying, cleaning, and unloading trucks. I
wanted to cry right there.  It was sooo scary.  They could look right in,
across and down from above and see everything.  Kimber looked at the room
and started giggling to herself.  She saw an old friend of hers, Tasha,
from a graphic design house sitting there, and they both hugged and kissed
each other and started pouring out girl talk.  I was totally humiliated.  I
pulled the curtain as shut as I could get it, bit my lip, and took my
clothes over one piece at a time.  I stripped completely naked, with my
rear to the window, and I could hear a couple of guys calling stuff out in
Spanish from atop the second story of the construction site.  I pulled the
pink cotton towel up, fastened a string over my shoulder, and tied another
string down across my thighs.  I put all my clothes into a little box that
seemed to be there just for that.  , then I stepped out.  The women cheered
and whistled and Kimber laughed.

   I waited sitting on the floor as Kimber and Tasha chattered and
chattered.  A very sweet, pretty looking nurse with the nametag on "Alyssa"
came up to me smiling brightly with my chart in her hand.  "Hi, there, ahh,
Mikey.  I'm Alyssa, and I'll be doing some things to you and getting you
ready for the doctor, today.  Now, I've gone over your chart and some
things the doctor told me, and you're going to get quite a big treatment
today.  Let's come over here to the little exam bench back here so we can
just get started." She motioned toward the tiny curtained room with the
weightlifting belt.  "OK, sweetie, I'm just going to crank this a little so
the bench lifts up...  just about a foot in the middle." Oh, god.  "OK,
baby, you see, I'm gonna take this nice warm wrap off of you...  like
this.. and just lay it down across the leather bench so it isn't so cold.
That's right, we just need you completely undressed now.  Oh, don't be shy
around the girls, sweetheart, it says here on your chart that your gay,
anyway, and I think that's just fine.  Oh, you are really soooo tan. 
That's very nice.  And your little butt is so white and...  well, its
really so feminine looking.  Do boys tell you how good your ass looks,
Mikey?  They should, you know.  You should really show this off more... 
like us girls do."OK, now, because of all the kinds of things the doctor
wants us to do to you, I'm gonna put something on that's just a tiny bit
scary at first, but believe me, it's gonna be just fine.  And you know
what, it's getting a little too warm over here with all the window sun and
all, so I'm just gonna open a few of these windows up so the ladies here
don't get too warm.  It's ok, it's really nice out today, so you'll be
fine." She went ahead and opened four wing out windows all across the back
of the dressing room and beyond, then she pulled the curtains back almost
all the way.  The windows opened right onto the alley and someone could
reach in and touch me Then I realized that I could hear everything that a
group of construction guys were saying in the alley as they huddled just
about three feet from the open windows.  Oh, dear, you've got some nasty
marks on your little behind.  Have you been getting some kind of ..  of
spanking?" feedback welcome 

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