If you want to be fucked in the ass, say so.

I’ve gotten a lot of requests recently for “medical” sessions. The dungeon does not have a dedicated medical room; we have no autoclave and nothing, save the sounds, that we might put in it. Enemas come in little bottles labeled “Fleet”. The house stethoscope is made of plastic.

And yet they come in droves, asking for medical sessions. What is the appeal, if not the acerbic scent of the germicide, the stainless steel, the pinches and pokes? I have seen myself in the lab coat, and trust me, I am not the appeal.

Turns out it’s all about the exam. The full exam. The intrusive, probing, penetrative sort of exam.

Let me set things straight: it is not a prostate exam I’m performing by sliding a lubed, gloved finger up there. I may find your prostate, but I’m sure as hell not examining it.

If you ask for “milking”, I’ll still roll my eyes a little. Milking is stimulation of the prostate with intent to produce ejaculation — without an erection, or without an orgasm, or perhaps repeatedly past the point of pleasure. I’ve never done it or seen it done. But I do hear it’s possible. Everything I do in session has the intent of producing orgasm — eventually — so it doesn’t matter much to me whether you come during, after, or because of the penetration. Ask away.

I understand roleplay, I really do. But “medical” is quite often roleplay to avoid a necessary discussion. It’s a topic, not a code word. If you find yourself throwing your ankles on my shoulders as I unwittingly approach the table, hiking your ass in the air, or spreading your cheeks in hope of invasion, you probably should have mentioned that your definition of “medical roleplay” involved less theater and more sodomy. Do you really want to trust your rectum to a pissed-off provider?

So, for fuck’s sake — don’t make me put on the lab coat and the dinky plastic stethoscope and talk about urine samples. You want to get fucked in the ass. Save us both the subterfuge.

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