THE PROCEDURE
The entire decorative procedure took slightly over two hours. Every five or ten minutes, Samantha would pause to stretch her hands and to adjust her eyes to the demanding task before her. Joel's lovely wife, Amy, sat comfortably off to one side of the room, watching everything on the overhead screen, admiring as the intricate design took form upon the taut canvass that Jane had turned Joel's foreskin into. Amy was especially thrilled that the entire event was being video taped and transmitted live over the Internet.
Jane had rolled her stool over next to Joel's face. Tenderly, she would caress his face, whisper soft words of encouragement, and through a straw give him iced tea to sip to quench his thirst, to calm him down, and to assure a constant stream of urine through the catheter she had inserted deep into his penis.
When at last the final touches had been made, Samantha moved away. Jane took over. She sprayed a special protective and antiseptic coating over his glans and over the outside and inside of the newly decorated foreskin. Very slowly, she unwound the precision gear mechanism, the six sets tweezers retracting just as precisely, and once totally retracted, she released the tiny rubber grips. Needless to say, Amy was a bit concerned that now her husband's foreskin seemed to hand loosely all about.
Jane reassured her, "Amy, he has been stretched tight for two hours! In just a matter of a few days, it will recover and return to being just as tight as it was this morning!"
Amy seemed a bit more relaxed. She walked over to take a closer look and then walked over to her husband, "Joel, sweetie, you did very well. I am so proud of you!"
Her soft kiss upon his lips did little to calm him down. Amy touched his hand and turned to Jane, "Any special precautions we should take?"
Jane pointed out that he would need to keep his penis dry for the next two weeks, to keep a sterile gauze wrapped around to prevent chaffing, and, "Of course, no intercourse nor masturbation for the next two months, until your next appointment."
Amy was relieved it would all be so easy!
After all, two months of abstention was a tiny price to pay for such a masterpiece laid upon her husband!
Jane continued, "Just to make sure, I will make another safeguard. She took a tiny surgical suture needle and made one, then another, tiny stitch at cross angles right at the tip of his foreskin. "This will prevent it from accidentally sliding back."
"Accidentally or otherwise!" exclaimed Samantha as she washed her hands. The three women laughed, knowing full well to what Jane was referring.
"Mr. Walker, you did very nicely. Let me help you up. You may need to get up really slowly and stretch your limbs a bit. Take your time."
Jane unstrapped Joel's arms and legs, lowered the stirrups, and helped him get up, steadying him as he walked dizzily to the dressing room to change back into his street clothes.
Two months, even two months of total abstention, go by in the blink of an eye. At least, that is the way it seemed to Amy. She and Joel drove to their appointment with Jane, and after the briefest wait, they were led in to the examination room. Joel asked shyly if he needed to take off his clothes and put on the examination gown.
Jane laughed, "No, Mr. Walker, we are just going to look! We are not going to do anything today! Please just drop your trousers and shorts."
