A Very Cfnm Physiotherapy

"No, not there. Just a little bit lower," I instructed the pretty physiotherapist. She had asked me where I was hurting, as she needed that information before deciding on my treatment. For once my brain kicked in when I needed it to, compensating for all the missed exhibitionistic opportunities in my past where circumstances were entirely in my favour simply waiting for me to take charge. I had frequently let myself down. "Not this time," I thought to myself.

A young physiotherapist, perhaps in her mid-twenties, was the one assigned to my case this time. The centre employed many physiotherapists and assigned one at random for each new case. Most of the therapists were female, each with a figure and gentle mannerism that would attract any male. The fact that the innocent looking, cheery faced Brenda was working on my case this time was in itself a cause for celebration. And today, I had no pain whatsoever. My sole reason for being here today was to have a bit of CFNM fun. It was a decision made when I was bored and feeling horny at home an hour back, and though it was most certainly a selfish motive, I hoped the fun would extend to her too (pun intended).

Placing her hand on the top of my buttocks Brenda asked kindly, "Does it hurt here sweetie?" I turned my face sideways to face hers and smiled at her cheery kindness. Here was a girl almost ten years my junior but calling me with such an endearing term. I shrugged it off as a habit she must have learned to calm anxious patients, or perhaps she's just come out of a paediatric rotation.

"Sorry Brenda, but no, it's not at that point. Could you go a little lower?"

"Sure!" she exclaimed softly, and slid her hand down to cup my right butt cheek. "What about here sweetie?" I was getting slightly turned on just from her kind words while she cupped by butt cheek in such a clinical and nonchalant way. I suppose it's a new kink of mine to be touched sensually by an unwitting participant.

"Hmm... I'm not sure you've hit the right spot. Maybe a bit to the right?"

"Here?" she asked as she cupped the inner bottom curve of my buttocks, her hand so deliciously touching that erogenous part of skin between my anus and scrotum. It wasn't quite skin on skin yet though, a condition I was eager to remedy. I puzzled over the best way to remove the pesky cotton obstacles, and was lost in my thoughts as my face must have showed. A concerned "Sweetie?" from Brenda broke my concentration. The poor girl must have thought I was in pain.

Her kindly eyes almost made me feel guilty for what I was about to do next, but only almost so. In the tug of war between my desire for self gratification and my value for politeness, it was my desire that won out. "Oh Brenda, I'm sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts."

"Oh that's completely fine!" she said with a sigh of relief, and her million dollar smile returned, "but is the pain here?"

"I think so. Can you press harder just to be sure?"

"Ok, only if you're sure that's ok. Here. How's this? Does it hurt?"

Smiling in an attempt to disarm her, I said "I'm sorry that I'm being so indecisive Brenda. Can I show you directly?" 'Directly' being the operative word that she didn't catch on to yet.

"Yes of course!" she exclaimed.

While still lying on my front I turned my face to her again and said, "Brenda, I'm a little shy" to which she hurriedly assured me there was nothing to be shy about, but I persisted. "Can you just go up to the door and make sure it's locked?" I said, referring to the door of our private examination room.

Smiling her most disarming smile she said in a tender voice, "Oh sweetie... of course I'll do that for you" she turned and walked towards the door while continuing to reassure me. "Just know that you don't have to be embarrassed around me"

In the time that she walked to the door, locked it and turned back to face me, I had pulled off my shorts and briefs in one quick motion and was in the process of lifting my t-shirt off of my still prone body. There was a palpable silence in the room apart from the rustling of my t-shirt, and for the first time in this entire scenario I was incredibly nervous at what she would do. Though it seemed unlikely from our interactions so far, I was worried that I had upset her.

However I needn't have worried. She was just shell shocked, as was apparent in the way her mouth gaped open. To pull her into being more of an unwitting participant, I pretended that I was struggling to disentangle my t-shirt from my arms and head. "Aargh! Brenda!" I shouted, which shook her out of her shocked expression. Worried that I might have hurt myself, she rushed to the head of the bed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong sweetie?"

"I'm stuck! Can you pull this off of me?" I said in a mildly frantic tone, which got her to do exactly what I wanted. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver. Just throw it wherever. I'll get to it later" I told her. When she finally realised what she did... that she had herself removed my final piece of clothing, she dropped my t-shirt and had a shocked expression once again, this time with a hand covering her lovely mouth. "But... but.... you're naked!" she exclaimed, and quite loudly too.

"Hush! Brenda!" I said while trying to act both surprised and a little angry, lifting the top of my body as I stared at her. "I told you I was embarrassed about this!"

"Sorry! But I don't understand! Why are you naked??" she whispered this time, though it was a loud whisper indeed and quite insistent on getting an answer.

"To directly point to where it usually hurts me! Let's get it over quickly so that I can get dressed once again!" I had raised my upper half a bit further off the bed while maintaining eye contact with her, which perhaps showed her the tip of my erection, for she suddenly gasped and turned away. A blush rapidly coloured her cheeks.

I then just laid back down and waited, not moving a muscle and not saying a word. In fact I turned my face away from her and closed my eyes, for I was still a bit nervous at orchestrating this strange situation. I was completely naked and theoretically fully at her mercy. I liked coming to this centre and was hoping against hope that I would not get kicked out in the undignified manner that I doubtlessly deserved. She was probably ruminating on the consequences she might face too, what with the door closed and her patient being unnecessarily naked. The seconds seemed like minutes, and the minute that took her to calm herself down felt like an entire hour. Soon, happily, I felt the soft skin of her hand lightly resting on my right butt cheek. She whispered softly, "Okay"

My stomach was doing somersaults as I realised that the plan was a go. The biggest challenge in this silly game was crossed, and events would play out relatively smoothly from this point onwards. With my face still turned away from her, I nodded and replied softly, "Thanks." She lightly tapped my buttocks in an amazing gesture of reassurance.

"Now, does it hurt here?" she asked in an almost conspiratorial whisper while trying to only lightly touch the skin of my butt. It left me with a very pleasant effect, which she likely didn't intend, as it felt similar to the way a past lover of mine would caress me. An obvious shiver went up my naked back, which made her flinch and pull away and say "Oh I'm so sorry sweetie! Did that hurt?!"

"No no no!" I quickly reassured her, "but it tickled!"

That got a giggle out of her. And what a cute giggle it was! "Can you go lower though?" I pressed on. Her determined nod was almost audible, and she lightly traced her hand to the lower curve of my butt cheek. She giggled when I shivered again.

"Ticklish, are we?" She said with a sly smile, and the next thing she did took me completely off guard. She walked her fingers one at a time to spread them over both my butt cheeks, and.... tickled me! We were both laughing and giggling for a while, and I could tell she was enjoying herself. Perhaps it was the illusion of control that tickling me gave her. I thrashed about in that lovely torture that I was subjected to, and very suddenly ended up turning over. It was really quite unexpected and unplanned. But there I was, laying on my back with my hard cock quite blatantly facing her. Her hands which were on my butt when I was facing down, were now suddenly resting on the inner lines of my hips, just a hair's breadth away from my pulsating cock. We were both quite simultaneously stunned into inaction.

Again an hour-long minute passed before I thankfully had the sense to act before she did, for she would have undoubtedly run away if given a chance then. Her eyes were glued to the way both my hands slowly traced down my body and touched hers. While her eyes were still wide with surprise, I guided her hands and placed one of them on my cock and the other just under my balls. Acting completely on impulse, for there was no way I could've planned this, I made her grip my hard cock and pull it upwards while making her other hand caress the very sensitive spot between my balls and anus.

She gasped and was about to pull away, and not in a pleasant way, but I calmed her down once again "Sorry Brenda. I swear it's not what it looks like. But to get to the place I'm hurting you have to pull my penis up like this. Believe me, I'm really embarrassed about it, but there's no other way to show you. Please?" She stared at me open-mouthed, and could only nod her head at the absurd scene she was inadvertently party to.

"Here," I traced an upward line on the back of her hand while she did the actual gripping and gentle upward tugging of my cock, and guided her other hand to my perineum. "And now... with your other hand... if you gently... press here... and make circular movements..." I could barely get the words out as the pleasurable sensations fought to take over my mind. I let my hand flop to the sides as I struggled to control my breathing. Brenda's expression remained startled, shocked and nonplussed. Her hands seemed to have a life of their own, completely out of her control.

"I'm close!" I blurted out, and instantly realised I had slipped up in my words and timing in my eagerness to ensure she didn't have to deal with the mess of my cum. I shuddered to think I might lose her angelic company if she saw this as an attempt at gross sexual gratification. In hindsight, and if I had the presence of mind, my words should've been 'Wait!' or 'You've got the spot now!', but oh well, what's done is done. It was time for some damage control. She had stopped the movements of her hands, and her eyes widened even more than they had earlier. I recognised the signs of her thoughts beginning to spiral out of hand and immediately jumped in with what I had to say.

"I mean.. YOU're close. In fact that's the spot right there Brenda. Can you feel it?" She only stared blankly back at me. Oh no, this may not be good.... "Here, let me take my penis away from you and you can feel it freely with both hands." This made her calm down a fraction, as she was no longer holding my cock, that evil weapon of destruction.

"You.. yyyou... you mean... right hhhere?" she stammered out as she pressed my perineum, and I pretended to grimace in pain. The grimace was real, but the pain was not. I was panting in my effort to hold back my orgasm and come down to a state of normalcy. "Oh..." she whispered, and pulled her hand away. Her face flushed with embarrassment and perhaps filled with sensual thought, she could only manage the word "...okay..." before turning her sight downwards to look at her hands which were safely by her side. She seemed fascinated by them, and was internally either chiding them for misbehaving or viewing them for the first time as having a life of their own.

Knowing that I just needed to see her next time, I had to normalise this entirely absurd physiotherapy visit. "So Brenda... now that you know where my pain is..." and at this she perked up and looked at me once again while I was still lounging naked on the examination table, and continued, "Is it okay if I get dressed now? I'm still a bit embarrassed about this."

"Oh! umm... yes! Please do!" she rushed over her words, eager to get this situation behind her it would seem. "I'll just turn around so you have some privacy!"

I smirked internally at that, while putting on an expressionless facade. While she turned away I put my clothes back on, wondering if I could tease her one last time. My clothes were lying on the floor some ways behind her. On an impulse, I slid them across the floor so that they were right behind her feet. "Brenda, it seems my clothes are right behind where you are," I said and I swear she squeaked when she heard that. "I'm just going to come up there to take my clothes, ok? Please don't turn around," I begged. Once again she squeaked her confirmation.

I walked up right behind her, enjoying being completely nude and inches away from her sexy body. My cock was an inch behind her shapely posterior, but I wouldn't close that gap as it felt neither right nor natural. 'Not yet,' I told myself. I slowly dressed myself while standing an inch away from her, fully aware that she would know and feel my presence there and wondering how she felt about it. Once I was fully dressed I said, "Okay! I'm all presentable now!" in as cheery a voice as I could manage.

She seemed to have collected herself as well in that time, and responded with a cheerful "Yay!" which I found to be quite adorable. "So should I get some exercises prepared for you? We call that muscle the pubococcygeus muscle". I nodded, surprised at how it had all come together into an actual medical complaint which I could use for further visits.

"Oh sweetie... look at the time! I have to rush if I'm to make my next appointment in time. Hmm..." she said, and after a pause which allowed me to admire the cute way her face scrunched up in concentration, continued, "I hate to do this to you but could we continue your treatment via video call? Maybe some time later this evening? I'll give you my number and we can coordinate a time. I'm so sorry sweetie... ". Then lightly rubbing my arm in an endearing way to comfort me, she said. "Oh and sweetie, I'm sorry you had to go through all that just for me. You were really brave to do it." If she had lollipops in her clinic, I'm sure she would've given one to me.

Instead she gave me her number as promised, and ended the session with a light kiss on my cheek to further comfort me for the 'ordeal' I had supposedly endured. I was flabbergasted at this girl's ability to be kind and take things in stride. I picked my thoughts up from the gutter and cheerily thanked her before leaving her office, looking forward to our video call.