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Thank you she said in her calm, velvety voice. You really have been a very good boy. Tomorrow we will need a little more time as I want run the experiment for longer. By Friday she whispered, I want to make five collections. I have a couple of techniques to use. You may be interested to hear that Vets often use an electrical probe to stimulate things when collecting bulls semen, she had borrowed one from a friend and was interested to see how it would work on a man. She thought she would save it for the final climax. Something for me to look forward to. She said “make sure you tell your mother that you will be out all day on Friday and will be having lunch with your friend”. She again used wipes to clean me before helping me off the couch and to get dressed.
In a short period of time my life had changed out of all recognition. I had without realising it become addicted mentally at least, to fantasy and medical bdsm role play. I was in love with Susan and I think would be forever.
I returned the next day for more of the same, deeper and deeper, I slid allowing Susan complete control and allowing her to do as she pleased. I learned to experience the strange deep draining feelings brought about by being prostate milked, watching as my juices just run free and collected as before. Friday eventually came. It was a day etched on my memory. Four times Susan made her collection. Strapped again to the couch the probe was pushed firmly inside me and I heard the machine begin a low hum. The sensation was a deep vibration, causing an unbelievable tickling sensation deep within me. I just remember my body trembling, straining, everything tightening and feeling that I was ejaculating uncontrollably but with nothing to show for it. Susan who was standing watching just squeezed her hands together as if pleased by the result. She had successfully milked me dry.
Susan thanked me profusely, for being her patient. She kissed me deeply and said how much she had enjoyed our few days together. I went home later that day exhausted, dazed and a little sore in certain sensitive areas. Susan left to return to Sheffield on the Monday, it was the last time that I saw her. Years later I learned that she had married a medical consultant and now lives happily in Sheffield.

I completed my A levels studies and as expected achieved very average grades. I decided not to go to University. I had done enough studying. Susan was forever on my mind. Girlfriends came and went but it just wasn’t the same. Perhaps they thought some of my suggestions were just to unusual? Two years after becoming frustrated with working as a trainee retail manager, I found that I just needed to escape my home town and joined the Army. 20 years later I joined the NHS as a Service Manager. The Medical link had somehow continued and my yearning to re-enter a new fantasy still lingers on in a secret still to be explored with the right person.

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