special treatment

the treatment begins

After a day out at the beach with the family and some of Emma's close friends to celebrate her 18th birthday, I felt closer to my family than ever before. We gave her an expensive gold pendant that she now wore around her neck with a photo of her two parents. We also invested some money in a five year term deposit which, when the term finished would have grown substantially and would be hers to take. But I felt we hadn't given her enough. When we got home, I rang up and booked her in for her first appointment with Dr Ray the next day. I think that could have been the best present for my girl.

The following day, I went home a little early and picked up Emma who had gotten home from school and changed clothes to the same daisy dukes, and a tight white tank top. It made her skin look even more tanned, and there was lots of skin to see. I asked her if she was comfortable in those clothes, and decided it wasn't a good idea to wear such revealing clothes. This started a minor argument, as she told me she wanted to do it right if she was going ahead with this "treatment" (she was clearly now mocking the fact that I thought she needed help). As is always the case, she won the argument, and I gave in to her point of view.

We arrived early and waited in the waiting room. There were two men sitting in the waiting room also, who I assumed where the fathers of daughters with similar problems, but one especially looked a little young. I smiled at them knowing what they felt.

We were called by the receptionist to go into Dr Ray's office, and found him waiting for us - again in his white lab coat. He firstly examined Emsie's clothing, smiling in approval, before he got into business. He held a clipboard and asked her different questions about her age, interests, schooling, relationships, knowledge about sex, what made her feel good and many more. I was also asked different questions, but for the most part sitting listening. Dr Ray sounded like he knew what he was doing, examining and taking notes about all the responses we gave. I noticed that there were a few security cameras in the room, and when he announced that his questions were done, I asked him about it. He explained that they were required so that we are credible for everything we do in the room, especially while making the insertions.

The pre-consultation only took five minutes, before Dr Ray asked Emma to make her way over to a strange-looking operating chair. Its' back was slightly inclined, and there were two padded loops hanging above it on either side. I was quite interested in how this would take place, but was surprised when Dr Ray asked me to please leave the room. I asked if I could stay to observe what was happening, but he replied that most teenagers feel uncomfortable with their parents watching, and that there was a case where it resulted in serious psychological damage. Emma looked undisturbed by the fact I was leaving, obviously feeling I should not see such an insertion. I decided that yes, she was a woman now and it was definitely inappropriate for me to even consider watching.

The doctor told me that the first insertion takes some time, so I was welcomed to either stay in the waiting room, or they would call me to come pick her up. I said a quick few words to my daughter, "be calm and just remember, I wouldn't want this for you if it wasn't the best thing for you. I will be just outside the door." I left and went to sit in the waiting room. There was no way I was leaving on the first try of such a medical treatment.

As I took my seat, I noticed the same two men sitting in the waiting room. I found a magazine and started reading it. About ten minutes passed when the receptionist called one man's name and he went down the hallway. I thought that there was another doctor treating patients, and went back to reading the magazine. About another fifteen minutes later, the man walked from the hall and straight out the door. The receptionist called the other man's name and he swaggered down the hallway. As he left, the door opened an in walked two more men, who came to sit in the waiting room. They too were , and were about my age, but both were big muscular men.

I flicked through all the different magazines, not realising that this part of town was so popular with people. I had thought it was a predominantly white community. But the men kept turning up and about 6 had gone into treatment after a bit over an hour. One man was still waiting, and sat nearby. I couldn't help but ask about why he came here.

He was about my age, and said that he was trained by Dr Ray in the insertion of the medical fluid, and it was "required as part of my job that I come here to pick up the fluid before taking it to patient's homes." He explained that Dr Ray had many people helping him with the insertions, as the business had recently grown very large.

After about an hour and forty-five minutes, I was summoned into Dr Ray's room, where my daughter smiled and gave me a hug. Dr Ray commended Emsie's patience, and said the insertion was a great success. There should be results within days, but nonetheless, you should come back for an appointment in three days time. He added, "remember that if at any time there is an urgent need for some tension release, call the clinic and we can have some fluid sent to your home."

I asked about the payment, and he said most customers bulk-bill, and the receptionist will have the payment details. It was also 15% discount for cash payments. I decided I would save the payment for another week, sick of staying in the waiting room, and while we walked to the car, noticed my baby girl walking a little funny.

At home my wife and I asked Emily what happened in the doctor's room. She explained that she had to take her clothes off while Dr Ray looked the other way, preparing the fluids. She then lay down on the chair, and Ray helped her lift her legs into the hoops. "He adjusted it because I'm smaller than most of his other patients. My legs were pushed right back and my vagina, well he said to call it a pussy, was all exposed. He then made some more adjustments and gave me something to put over my eyes. It was like goggles that were completely . When I asked why I had to wear them he said if I didn't, I would be distracted and the treatment was likely to take four times as long. And if they were taken off at any time during the insertion, the whole session was wasted."

My wife and I listened intently as Emily gave a description of the first time something moved inside her pussy. "It felt warm and a bit weird, and it was kinda'-"

"Speak properly, Emma, what does 'kinda' mean?"

Emma gave an annoyed glance at me before continuing, "it was a little bit painful for a while, but something was tingly and eventually I felt quite good down there. Ray said this would usually happen and the object continued moving in. This was then taken out and something slightly larger was put in. It felt really tight, and Ray was really good. He went nice and slowly. I'm sure his other patients wouldn't be as small so he took his time. Again it went in about this much," (she held her hands apart about ten centimetres), "and then he pulled it out very quickly. It was so strange, I felt empty, but then there was another object put in. It was wider again, and he said this was the actual insertion device. It took a while to go in. This device was used for the rest of the time, and Ray seemed to be very practiced in everything that he was doing. It was a very complicated procedure, and I could literally feel the tension being released. It felt reallllly good a lot of times. Then several times throughout the insertion, I could feel the fluid being injected really deep, and he said the deeper it's inserted, the more effective it is. I think it has started to help me already," my daughter smiled at me and thanked me for signing her up for it.

My wife seemed contempt with what she had heard. It was nothing too unexpected. We knew our Emsie was a small girl and it was going to be difficult. We told Emsie to go finish her homework before going to bed. Later that night I was surprised when my wife asked me if I wanted to have sex. This usually happened about once a month, but I was feeling ready, so I allowed her to make use of my mini man.