“That could not have gone any worse,” I whispered to Laura. I had just had the most embarrassing consultation with my GP, Dr Sam Payne. Not only did the doctor turn out to be a woman, not a man, as I had expected, but she had correctly deduced that I was usually locked into a chastity device. And then, to top it all, she had accidentally found my scarlet panties. Feeling dazed, I had left the consultation room and rejoine...

My first visit to the clinic had been a whirlwind of surprises. I never even saw a doctor or a nurse, just the nurse’s kid sister Miriam. Miriam had tricked me and her sister, sneaking into the exam room and basically having her way with me. She was sexy as hell, and convinced me pretty quickly that I didn’t really have an E.D. problem, as long as my attention was focused on the enthusiastic and sexy attitude of the woman...

It wasn’t really “erectile dysfunction” – not exactly. I could get an erection and keep it hard for a good long time. The problem was getting it hard in the first place. Over the last few months, I seemed to have become a “slow starter”. After one too many encounters with women asking me “what’s wrong?” (thinking I wasn’t interested enough to get turned on), I decided it might be time to consult a doctor. I was told that...

"Innuendoitis," the specialist told Kyrie with a sympathetic look she could not see behind his mask and protective hood. "Christmas is going to come soon. You're telling me I must sit alone and hope for a stroke of luck?" Kyrie said with a frown underneath her own protective face covering. The specialist informed Kyrie her condition was rare, and a cure was a long way off. He told her he knew of only one other confirmed c...

Bureaucracy had enabled him to earn a living for over twenty years, but now, on the other side of the fence, it felt like a chore and one that he found exhausting. Her questions had a clear purpose, but he struggled more with each passing minute. She recognised that he was finding the process difficult. It was part of her job to help those she met open up, providing insight into how their issues affected them. However, sh...

They had passed through the corridor to a fully equipped spa area. Tilda saw a small sauna and a swimming pool, fully equipped with a hoist and pulley system to make it accessible. And a small jacuzzi with an additional hoist. After Mark had explained how to use the hoist, he had disappeared to fetch her fresh towels. Knowing how much he would enjoy the show, Tilda had waited for Mark to return with her towels before she...

By the time Tilda entered the dining room breakfast was nearly over. A table had already been set out for her with rolls, croissants, fresh coffee, orange juice, butter, jam, and some cheese. She had taken the iPad with her for a little breakfast read. As she spread jam on her croissant she scanned through the index of stories on the screen. The new developments from this morning had piqued her interest in clitoral and an...

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...

Monday, Jane answered the ad. Tuesday, she got an email that she had been selected for an interview. The Lilly Cummins Institute for Reproductive Health would like to meet with you to discuss the opening it has for an assistant fertility coordinator. It sounded like she'd be some kind of counselor, or maybe a public-facing representative, or someone in marketing? Public relations? Because while Jane, 53, did have a backgr...