The Gimp

The Urologist – Late December 2005

The Urologist – Late December 2005

“A fascinating trinket. Wherever did you get it?”

“Had it specially made. There’s an internet site that fabricates similar devices. I just had them make some modifications.”

The doctor turns over the curious device. A bulbous knob of nickel cobalt, some five centimeters in diameter and in the shape of half of a sphere. There is a hole in the center of the rounded surface, perhaps one centimeter. Connecting to the hole is a tube of teflon... soft, smooth, pliable. It ends, some 20 centimeters long, at a small bump where the tube hardens and widens to twice its diameter.

The woman smiles in noting the doctor’s fascination. Just as with the dentist and seamstress she has chosen well. The need to satiate intrigue will overcome all questions and objections.

“End of a long day. A drink?”

The doctor kindly offers. The woman becomes more sanguine with the extension of hospitality. She understands the need for the doctor to become comfortable and confabulating over a libation will ease concerns.

“A little Scotch?”

The woman nods. The doctor pours.

“Well, circumcisions are simple. An ‘in patient’ procedure, it’s done on occasion with adult males who experience phimosis.”

A pause. Sips of fine single malt. More examination of the device.

“The milling on the inside of this globe is quite fine and intricate. Clever. Thousands of tiny holes and crevices where I suspect indeed that epidermis will grow. Healing skin cells can migrate to amazing areas. That’s why bandages are changed so often.”

Another sip.

“My patient won’t object? It will be painful.”

The woman shakes her head mindful of the recent trips to the dentist.

“He won’t say a word,” she offers, smiling with her double entendre.

The atmosphere warms. The Scotch lifts inhibitions.

“Looks like I’ll have another little scalp for my collection. There will be after care required as the p***s tip heals and skin grows into this scabrous surface. But can I make a suggestion?”

“Of course, doctor.”

“While I’m working him with the laser scalpel, it may add some assurance if I incise a larger area than just around the frenum. Just some simple cuts across the sensitive p***s tip. That way I open the entire surface of the glans itself and thus more skin will heal into the many crevices.”

The woman offers her devilish smile and nods in agreement. The doctor returns the mischievous look.

“I suspect once in place, you don’t want this to be removed or ejected. My thoughts are to have the entire p***s tip abraded and thus in healing it will become one with your little device here.”

“You have come to understand my intent rather quickly, doctor.”

“Please, call me Susan. And you understand that future intercourse, if any, will be almost totally without pleasure... probably pain instead This metal bulb will permanently cover the male’s most sensitive erogenous zone. And when this tube is inserted into the urethra the bulbous end will irritate the prostate gland.”

“Yes, you’ve ascertained more of my intent... Susan. Here’s to a successful procedure...”

The women toast.