“Good girl. Legs down. Now you will take a gastric tube for me. Just relax and swallow. I know you models have deep throated so many erections. It should be very easy.”
Spoken with irritating haughtiness, I dare not refute her observation. Instead I follow her instructions and shift so that my head hangs off the top edge of the table. By craning my neck as if to look upwards, my throat is aligned to the nurse’s satisfaction. A large but soft rubber tube slithers into my mouth and to the command of ‘swallow’ I feel the rubber slide down my esophagus to my stomach.
“Good girl; deep breath.”
I summon the fortitude, fighting the odd sensation that my air passage is blocked, and inhale.
“Good. Now just lie for a bit and become acclimated. Hands on head.”
The woman busies herself while my p
