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The Specialist’s extensive knowledge of the male anatomy is once again displayed as Veronica senses a pending climax. She reaches down with both hands and pinches each excoriated nipple with incredible pressure. Mr. M---- erupts, shooting load after load of thick, white sperm. Some reaches Veronica’s lap. Most splashes against her leg and slowly dribbles to her ankle.
“And now you must pay for your pleasure.”
An interesting comment considering the level of anguish Mr. M---- must have felt in achieving ejaculation. But the women of clinic certainly know their function and the combination of torment and gratification on the face of Mr. M---- was most curious. Veronica reaches behind her. She picks up a smooth, thin cylinder from the counter. Mr. M---- cowers but remains motionless, still pushing his amazingly reddened penis against Veronica’s leg. Although he is satiated, her warm flesh obviously provides some degree of comfort, and the shaft softens only a little.
“Hold still, you know it hurts more if you move.”
Veronica grasps the tumescent shaft with her left hand. The cylinder in her right is slowly inserted in Mr. M----’s urethra. It is obviously a procedure she has executed many times, as she looks directly into Mr. M----’s face and smiles as she slowly slides the cylinder into his penis.
I am surprised that he so obsequiously accepts the catheter. Its diameter approximates that of a pencil, yet Veronica slowly slides it in without hesitation on her part or protest on his.
When she releases her left hand, Mr. M----’s penis is now controlled by the catheter, held by her right.
“Nice and deep for you today, my fine pet. You’ll be dancing for me for the entire afternoon.”
She smiles with her comment then slowly pushes a plunger on the exposed end of the cylinder with her left thumb, Mr. M---- again yelps. His ability to emulate canine sounds is deeply ingrained.
The cylinder is withdrawn and Veronica stands. Dr. L------ explains.
“An amazingly effective method of behavior modification. Veronica has inserted a simple salt tablet into the urethra. As it dissolves, Mr. M---- will endure the most incredible level of pain. And of course urination will be most irritating. His full bladder will keep him very busy and focussed on Veronica and her counseling. You see, the only relief is full catheterization. And he’ll have to earn and beg for that.”
The Doctor and I pause in silence for several minutes. The tablet evidently begins to dissolve as Mr. M---- rolls to his side in pain.
“Now, let’s talk about your penchant for eating out of a doggie bowl...”
With Veronica’s comment, Doctor L------ steps away from the open door.
“Veronica will continue to counsel him for many hours, Doctor. And I believe you’ve experienced many such behavior modification sessions.”
> I nod as she leads me away. The door to room 6 remains open, and as we enter Dr. L------’s office more cries are heard.
“You must visit again sometime, Doctor. You’d be interested in one of our latest endeavors. We have begun to rehabilitate a male who was subjected to the cruelest of owners. His fingers and thumbs were surgically sutured together to prevent masturbation. We’ve reversed the procedure, of course. But teaching him to masturbate is a most interesting undertaking. Luckily we have skilled staff here that can accommodate his condition.”
With that thought-provoking image, my tour of the clinic is concluded. It is close to lunchtime, and I have an appointment at the local leather shop. The quality of its work and its proximity cannot be overlooked. There is much to be procured.
I thank Dr. L------ for her time and depart.
Chapter Six
Interview with Masturbatrix Nancy
January 31, 1998
My flight originally was to depart Munich this morning. But I have decided to accept Lady Constance’s gracious offer and visit her Caribbean retreat. Thus I reschedule the flight from Munich to Berlin for this afternoon, which better aligns with the flight from Berlin to Aruba and allows time to interview Nancy, the most accomplished masturbator of young males.
Nancy’s home is a short walk from my hotel. I check out of my room and arrange to have the concierge hold my luggage for the limousine. But in requesting that he instruct the driver to pick me up directly at Miss Nancy’s home, I observe the most interesting reaction from the splendidly uniformed, young man.
My request is not unusual, but when I give the concierge the address, he begins to stutter and demurs. It is evident that Miss Nancy’s abode is known to him and known in a manner that causes concern. But within moments, he recovers from his verbal fumbling and assures that my wishes ‘will be carried out to the letter’.
Rather an overreaction to a simple request, I think. But not entirely unusual based on past interaction with other males of the village.
A brief overnight storm has left a dusting of fine, powdery snow on the village streets and sidewalks. Although it is relatively early, the town square bustles with shopkeepers sweeping away the clean, white powder. The view of the beautiful mountains is much enhanced by the new covering, and the scenery looks as if a picture postcard has been brought to life with the sun illuminating the granite outcroppings high above.
Miss Nancy’s house is modest but immaculately maintained, as one would expect from a demanding woman. It is indistinguishable from the neighboring homes and perhaps that is intentional, as Miss Nancy’s avocation is not one to be flaunted.
But all illusions of modesty are lost when a naked, hooded male answers my ring at the door. He silently and obsequiously beckons for me to enter and assists in removing my coat. Miss Nancy appears from a parlor.
“Welcome, Doctor. I trust Gerhardt did not alarm you.”
