Dear Diary - Day Twenty Five

Stuck in this hospital bed there is not much I can do.  My arms and hands are so fixed that I can’t even reach my little bit, not that I would ever dream of touching it or diddling my little clitty, but it would be nice to know that it’s still there.

All I can do is worry.  What if my little itty bitty clitty never works again?

It was while I was worrying about never being able to enjoy a good wank, that a lady doctor came in.  Her face was covered in a surgical mask and I immediately thought the worst, but she held a clipboard rather than a scalpel.

After a few pleasantries, obviously keen to demonstrate her bedside manner, she got down to business.  “Time for some tests.”

I gulped, not wanting to be tested out of fear of failure and its consequences.

The bed was adjusted so I could observe the bandages being removed.  I closed my eyes tight.

Latex gloved hands manipulated my flaccid member, pulling it out, pushing it back, peeling away my foreskin, so that when I opened my eyes my clitty was there for all to see.  

It seemed smaller, if that was possible, and though it looked red and raw it didn’t hurt.  I looked expectantly at the Doctor hoping she would say something positive.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you to imagine some situations and will note your reaction.  Ready?

“Yes Ma’am” I replied, hoping that my politeness would get her on side and give me a chance at getting favourable results.

“A young woman is naked before you, expecting sexual intercourse.”  I tried imagining this but it was impossible.

After a minute the doctor let out a sad sigh.  “A woman is performing oral sex on you.”  Oh, that would be nice, but try as I might I just couldn’t imagine it being true.

The doctor's concern was evident in her voice as she said “What if you perform oral sex on her?”

Oh!  A slight twitch.

“Ah ha” exclaimed the doctor.  She then said “imagine watching the woman having sex...”  Twitch.  “With a black man...”  Twitch.  “The woman is your wife.” Twitch.  “You are serving as their sissy maid.”  Twitch, twitch, twitch!

“Very good.”  I could see I was almost fully erect.  Maybe I was just pleased with making the Doctor happy.

“Well” she continued, after making some notes “looks like you’re ready to be strung up by your balls.”

What?

Help!

Seeing my look of horror the doctor merely pointed at my clitty which was fully erect, as hard as can be, just like a little pin.  I think she was smiling.