A diaphragm fitting turns me on and opens the door to my bi side.

 

I didn’t know it could snow in Louisiana, but it did. Mind you, it was nothing more than dusting, but you would think the world had ended. They went nuts crashing into each other and closed I-10 in both directions. Schools dismissed early, the banks, and most businesses locked up by noon. Even the Post Office shut down. It was comical and was the bright spot in an otherwise dismal February. That month I also stopped taking the pill. They were too expensive, and I didn’t need them anyway. Taking them only reminded me that I was not having any sex.

 

I was lying in bed, reading one of those women’s magazines, playing with myself with a nice thick brown surgical latex glove on, and they interviewed five women about their choice of gynecologists. Three preferred male docs while only two chose female gynecologists. It was interesting that all had such wide differences of opinions, both pros and cons. The last comment by the last woman was that she ‘felt uncomfortable with another woman playing with me down there.’

My fertile imagination and lack of better things to do made me get out the telephone directory. I found that I had seven female gynecologists from which to choose. I spent an hour at work the next day interviewing the receptionists at each office. I rejected two because they were too old. I used the line that I was new in town and made an appointment with Dr. Sheila Shields in three weeks.

My fantasies started almost at once. I had to fight the urge to laugh at the thought that I was buying her, which I really was. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what my 29-year-old gynecologist would look like.

Over the weeks that followed, I realized that I wanted her to spend more time than it would take to do a quickie pelvic exam and thought of inventing a problem of some sorts. I quickly rejected that thought. It was an ad for the diaphragm and jelly, in a magazine, that finalized my decision. I was going to have her fit me for a rubber biscuit.

(That is what an old lover called it.) That would ensure she was spending a good amount of time down there. I burst out laughing at the thought. I called to let the doctor know that I wanted a fitting.

The morning of my appointment, I spent extra time in the tub and shaved everything very carefully.

Dr. Shields was a beautiful woman. Her clothes and jewels were appropriate, and her auburn hair was softly curled. She greeted me warmly and with a firm handshake. I addressed her as Dr. Shields, and she said Sheila was fine with her.

She asked a few of the standard questions and then asked why I wanted to be fitted with a diaphragm. I told her that I had sex very infrequently and that the pill was getting too expensive to swallow needlessly every month. To my amazement, she agreed with me and said that it made perfect sense to her. She did try to have me consider an IUD and I told her that I wanted no part of them. She warned me that most of her patients that used the diaphragm were married and had a regular routine. “This thing will kill any spontaneity in your sex life, Wendy. You must plan for each act and then mess with removal and cleaning. You must also be comfortable with touching yourself internally to check its position. It is my opinion that they are nothing but a holdover from the dark ages, but if I cannot dissuade you, then I’ll have a go at fitting you. Keep in mind that not every woman can use one, Wendy. We will start with a breast exam and then a normal pelvic exam with a Pap smear. Then I’ll fit you.”

I was thrilled that we were alone, and with no nurse present, it was even more exciting for me.

I lay back on the table and closed my eyes. I let her open my gown and felt her fingers move over and around my breasts. She was firm and surprisingly more thorough than any doctor had been in the past. She really tweaked my nipples in her fingers. It turned me on instantly. She positioned my feet in the stirrups and let down the lower end of the table. She seated herself between my legs, and as she raised my gown, she chuckled, “So only your hairdresser really does know for sure.” Then she added, “Shaving has become very popular.” I heard a glove snap on. She spread my vaginal lips and pushed the hood from my clitoris and then she entered me. I took a deep breath, more to keep from moaning than anything else.

She was manipulating my uterus and cervix when she started asking me if I had any difficulties during sexual relations. I looked at her and said, “No.” She flashed a beautiful smile and said, “Just checking to make sure everything works right. I think you’re a good candidate for the diaphragm.” As she sat back down, she told me that the speculum exam was next. It was pleasantly warm, and she manipulated it with a great deal of care. I never did like the cervical scrapes. Then she asked if I had ever touched my cervix and I told her, “No.”

She elevated the back of the table until I was almost sitting. Sheila told me to feel the tip of my nose with my middle finger. I did and she told me that my cervix felt like that. She pulled a plastic model of a pelvis out of a cabinet along with a white box that I recognized as a set of fitting rings. She fingered the model with her gloved hand as she showed me the landmarks that I had to find. Watching that was interesting. I first had to find my pubic bone and then deeper in, I had to feel my cervix. It was on the top wall of my vagina, she said. She told me to go ahead and try it.

I fingered my vagina as she watched me. I pretended to be unsure of what I was feeling, and she corrected my hand position. Her gloved fingers felt so good touching my hand. Then I told her that I was touching my cervix.

Then she said, “My turn,” and smiled. She reinserted her fingers into me, and this time held them up and matched a diaphragm to how she held her fingers.

She lubricated it with some jelly, and after spreading my lips, inserted it into me. I felt her fingers probing around and apparently, she was not satisfied because she removed it and selected another one. This time she probed, pressed, and was happy with the fit. Then she got a diaphragm in a pink case out of the cabinet. Sheila demonstrated how much jelly to apply, and how to hold the dome, as she pinched the rim together and inserted it into her model. Then she tucked the front rim behind the pubic bone and fingered the cervix through the latex dome. She demonstrated how to remove it with a hooked finger. Then she inserted it into me. And asked If I felt uncomfortable.

“Now,” she told me, “Feel your cervix again and then remove it.” I did, but I wasn't prepared for the spring action, as it came out. It promptly flew out of my hand. Sheila made a quick grab and caught it. She started laughing, “I told you these things were medieval invention, didn’t I?”

I laughed with her and told her that a nurse I knew used one for a long time and never mentioned this part.

As we calmed down, she told me to insert it and provided guidance. “Actually, it was invented in Holland and improved in Germany, just about a hundred years ago. Now, let me check you.” Once again, she had her hand in me. She was happy and told me to practice for twenty minutes while she saw another patient. Oh God! She brushed my clit with her gloved finger! Was it an accident? She looked long and hard into my eyes, and I felt my heart rate increase. I swallowed hard and said, “Ok.”

I went to finish the orgasm that I was so close to now. She had dropped the glove next to the model, and as I touched it, its warmth sent me over the edge, along with a finger franticly strumming my clit. I stifled a scream as I called out her name.

I had a second one just before she knocked on the door. Sheila re-gloved and asked me how it was going. I told her everything was fine. At the time, I was ignorant of all the lingering physical signs of an orgasmic event. Looking back, I am sure that she knew what happened and perhaps even, why I was there.

She told me to get dressed and that the receptionist would have my prescription. She told me to come back in two weeks with it in place for her to check it again. Then she handed me a sheet with do’s and dont's on the care and use of my diaphragm. As I was paying my bill, I asked if the cute little girl would call my prescription in to the Earl James pharmacy. She said she would.

It was gorgeously warm and sunny when I left the office. I turned and I returned to the receptionist’s desk to borrow the phone. I called in sick for the rest of the day. I was more satisfied sexually than I had been in ages, but the fire was burning. I had to do some major self-satisfaction and knew that an afternoon of porn and my latex panties and bra were just the beginning.

 

Author:Latexlover | Category: Masturbation Stories