Tilda's brow furrowed. “You mean it’s psychological?”
“Only a part of it. We need to kickstart your body into sending the few messages it still can send to your brain, and we must convince your brain to accept them.”
“So, what next?”
“Well, the KY was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It falsifies any tests I’d usually now try. So, any tests for your vaginal region must wait till the jelly is absorbed. But I would like to do a further test on your nipples.”
“Okay? Go ahead?”
“I’m sorry, but for now, I have another patient. Part one of this test is one you can do on your own. And after that, I would tell Nurse Patricia to assist you.”
Tilda tried to keep her poker face as she had to remind herself that she was not here for a tête-à-tête with the good doctor but for general help with her situation. Even if it disappointed her.
Mark noticed. “Trust me, nurse Patricia is the one you want for this one. I’m your guy for the,” he grinned, “midlands.”
“OK, if you say so. What do I do now?”
“You decided on a medium to arouse yourself. Please choose freely, reading, listening, watching. The only thing is. You are not allowed to touch yourself, not your breasts, and do not invade the midlands!” He laughed. "If you reach a point at which you feel you're so turned on that you need to be touched, push the 2 on the remote, and Patricia will come and take it from there.”
“Okay.”
“You said you had fantasies about both, male and female since a female will help you later, perhaps consider lesbian-themed aids.”
“Good idea.”
“I will leave you to it then, if you do not call for her, I will tell Patricia to check on you in about two hours. After that, you will still have two hours to get ready for dinner. Patricia will also fetch you then. I will look in later, too, if you’d like?”
“I would very much like that.” Tilda smiled.
Mark walked towards the bed and grabbed the blanket from the floor, shaking the imaginary dust off, he again covered her. But kept her chest bare. “Not to irritate your nipples. And keep your hands off them.”
“Yes, sir!” Tilda laughed and watched him close the door behind him before he started browsing the Folders on the TV.
They were listed in different categories like gay, straight, and lesbian, and had subfolders for different kinks. She tried out a few lesbian erotica movies but immediately felt like movies weren’t her thing, so she switched to the notebook and quickly found a folder containing lesbian erotica audiobooks. Amazed she noticed that the books were recorded with a very sophisticated AI voice. Tilda tinkered around and quickly learned she could change the timbre and accent. She played around a little until she found a nice, erotic female voice and a book about breast play. Mark had thought of everything. For a second, it crossed her mind that she had arrived only a few hours ago, and already the good doctor had come all over her breasts.
She lowered the bed again and adjusted her headphones before she clicked the play button.
It was amazing. Within mere minutes of the voice narrating what the two protagonists were doing to each other, Tilda felt the known tingle in her chest. She wiggled deeper into her sheets, feeling her nipples reacting to the story. She imagined being one of the women, having her breasts licked and nipples bitten. Slowly, the urge to touch herself rose.
And with it the knowledge that, even if she touched herself, she wouldn't be able to orgasm.
Suddenly, Mark’s words made sense. The moment she was aroused, her brain fed her all the things she couldn't do! To achieve an orgasm, she had to concentrate more on herself and not listen to her nagging thoughts. She focused on the audiobook and her erect nipples as she tried to ignore her inner monologue.
Oh, how nice it would be to have her nipples licked now, or softly bitten. She tried to imagine the feeling, but she couldn't remember. Lost in the voice, she felt herself moan softly. The woman in her story was close to her climax, and Tilda wished she could take her with her. Feeling she couldn't take it any longer, her finger found the button on the remote and pushed the 2.
Within seconds, her door opened, and a dark woman appeared. Her black hair slicked back, she had the dark complexion of the natives from South America. And she greeted Tilda with a thin Spanish accent.
“Hello Tilda, I am Patricia, I will tend to your needs now, please let me know if you like or dislike something.”
Tilda nodded. Too aroused to speak, she longed for the other woman's touch. “Please remember, you are not allowed to touch yourself.” Patricia crawled upon the bed next to her and removed her shirt. She was naked underneath and Tilda, still listening to the voice, looked at her breasts in awe. Patricia started massaging Tilda's breasts with a featherlike touch, brushing her nipples from time to time. It sent shivers down her spine. Patricia, noticing her reaction, leaned down and started licking her nipples, slowly alternating between her breasts.
Tilda groaned with pleasure.
“You may touch me if it helps you,” Patricia managed between licks.
Tilda's Hand found the other woman's breasts, and she started kneading and playing with her nipple. It felt so strange, to touch another woman in this way. But it didn’t feel bad. On the contrary, it aroused her even more. Just as before, when she had stroked the doctor, it had turned her on very much.
The pressure was building up inside her. She was longing for the orgasmic release. And Patricia noticed it, too. She put her hand over Tilda's and signalled her to twist her nipple harder and to pull stronger.
As Tilda obeyed, she felt the other woman expertly suck her breast, she felt her nipple being sucked past the other woman's teeth. She moaned. It had been so long. Before she could think about her last orgasm or her inability to achieve one, Patricia bit down on her nipple and pulled.
The immediate pain forced her to snap back from her intrusive thoughts. The pain was like a release. She pulled Patricia's nipple harder as the dark woman again let go of her nipple, licking it in a rapid-fire of tongue flicks. Tilda's breath laboured, and she groaned in what she felt was a small orgasm. Patricia sat up next to her with a proud grin on her face. “That was very good for the first time!”
Tilda still had to catch her breath. “How did you do that?”
“Oh, I don’t kiss and tell!” She winked. "More important is what you did. You allowed yourself to orgasm!”
Tilda grinned. “Not bad for day one!”
“Indeed! Many of our clients need several sessions. But if what Mark told me is true, you already made good headway earlier.”
Tilda blushed.
“It’s okay, this is a clinic as much as it is a free love commune, sometimes. Whatever happens in your room stays in your room, or whatever room you decide to use.” She winked again. “The outcome is the most important thing. Mark, as well as all the others here, want you to be able to have a fulfilling sex life again. And if you don’t hurt anyone, and everyone consents, anything goes!”
Both women laughed.
Patricia got up and fetched her shirt again. “Would you mind if I check for other reactions?”
Tilda pulled away the blanket. “We used jelly earlier.”
“Oh, I see.” Patricia carefully touched her lips and parted her labia. “It’s moist, but under these circumstances, I can't be sure.”
"Would you like to get some help getting ready for dinner? We took quite some time, and dinner will be served in forty-five minutes.”
“Oh! Did we take that long? O dear, yes, please.”
Patricia helped Tilda back into her wheelchair and, in the bathroom, transferred into the wet chair.
Tilda allowed her to help her empty her bladder, she watched as the other woman expertly inserted the catheter and drained her urine. After Patricia had cleaned her up, she took a quick shower and with Patricia's help, she was clean, dry and presentable in time for dinner. Not feeling the hospital gown, she opted for a nice soft tracksuit. And for once, she was content being pushed towards the dining hall.
There was no big crowd. The Brochure stated that the Hospital had only five beds, so Tilda wasn’t surprised as she found four other wheelchair users in the room. A little more surprised, by the fact that two of them were male. But then, men had the same issues, she thought as Patricia pushed her towards a table. She nodded politely towards the other clients. The room was laid out like a restaurant. And whilst one of the tables was occupied by a couple, the other two people were also sitting alone. The day had been eventful, so Tilda appreciated some time to herself.
After dinner, she made her way back to her room and got ready for bed. Mark had told her he would come to visit again later, so Tilda changed out of her tracksuit and was just about to change from her wheelchair into her bed when someone knocked at her door.