I sat in the waiting room with my wife, nervously trying to read a magazine. "Mrs. Anna Marsden!" the nurse called out, I looked up. Good morning Mrs Marsden, will you come with me please." I got up and followed, she showed us into a small office.
"It is OK for my husband to be with me?" my wife enquired.
"I suppose so, but only while we cover some questions and perform an ECG. NOT for the actual tests is that allright?"
"Oh yes that's fine with us" I said. She asked a lot of questions about whether there was any family history of heart problems and also our sex life. She declared herself satisfied.
"Now could you please read this carefully and would you both please sign it at the bottom." Anna signed it without reading it and passed it to me. I read it slowly.
The last paragraph was entitled "Disclaimer" in bold type and contained a lot of gobbledegook about consent, "what is this part here about no option to back out?" I enquired.
"Well once we start it just won't be possible for your wife to tell us to stop, it's for safety reasons" she said curtly. I signed and she took it and without looking up she said "Go into the next room and undress, ring the bell when you are ready."
The room was sparse and clinical with no windows. It was very warm. There were screens in one corner and a large upholstered couch in the centre surrounded by a lot of gadgetry. Anna disappeared behind a screen to undress. As I sat on a chair waiting my mind wandered back to three weeks ago and how I had gotten her into this –
My cousin had given me a leaflet and I took it home. It read "Volunteers required – the University of Ashton upon wotsit is carrying out research into the female orgasm and seeks women of 35 – 45 years of age to participate in monitored experiments in which female orgasms will be measured."
There was a lot of detail and an application form. At first she refused to even consider it. "it's OK, my cousin Gareth set it up, remember the chap we met at baby William's christening the other week? Anyway, they are expecting you at 9:30 in the morning, I have the day off so I will take you myself." Anyway, obviously I talker her round, so here we were. I was curious and excited about what might happen.
Anna emerged from behind the screen wearing one of those gowns that ties up at the back and pressed the button on the wall. I heard a bell ring, it sounded quite a way off. The nurse came back in and looked at me imperiously. "You will have to leave now Mr. Marsden."
"Oh please, can't he stay? Anna pleaded, "I am so nervous."
"mmm" said the nurse disapprovingly, "I will have to check with the doctor, wait there."
In a few minutes she returned and in a bit of a bad humour. "The doctor says it's OK, but you mustn't touch anything, actually having you here will mean I can go and catch up on some paperwork – you know where the bell is OK?"
"OK, absolutely, thank you nurse, we really appreciate it."
The nurse took Anna's hand and led her over to the couch, it looked like a birthing bed. She helped Anna up onto it, and had her lay flat on her back. She strapped her legs into the supports at the ankles and tied her knees with wide leather straps so she could not close her legs. A wide leather belt was passed around Anna's hips and her wrists were fastened with buckles into leather cuffs at the side of the couch. I asked if that was really necessary, the nurse forced a smile. "It's for safety reasons" she said in a sickly sweet tone. She then attached electrodes to Anna's chest and a heart rate monitor displayed a reading. I looked up at the clock, it was ten thirty. "Open wide please" she popped a large sugar lump into Anna's mouth. "This is only glucose to make sure you don't run out of energy" she explained as she leaned over to press the bell.
Some men came into the room pushing a trolley of strange looking equipment. The beamed at me "Good morning Mrs Marsden" one of them said brightly. A robotic arm extended from one end of the machine. They wheeled it up between my wife's splayed legs and busied themselves making adjustments. They folded back the gown exposing her vagina and attached some electrodes onto her pelvis. "this is to help the machine stay in the right position if you should move around" one of them explained. I couldn't see how she was going to move even an inch as she was strapped down far too securely to move hardly at all. I felt distinctly uncomfortable with two strange men a few feet away from my wife's exposed pussy, but we had both signed the consent form so there wasn't a lot I could do about it.
Eventually one of them pressed a button and the robot arm started to move in a series of pre-defined arcs and extensions. Satisfied, they opened a box and pulled out a six inch long vibrator. It was at least twice as big as the one we have at home. They explained it needed to be that wide to accommodate all the recording sensors that were embedded along its length.
Before they snapped it onto the end of the arm they inserted a fresh set of the batteries. Again they fiddled about lining their equipment up with Anna's opening. As it got closer I noticed the large offset bump on the top about 6 inches from the end.
The Doctor spoke, "I am going to recline you now Mrs Marsden, it will make penetration easier."
A motor whirred and the couch tilted so that the bottom end now pointed noticeably upwards. Anna squinted at the bright light. "Is that light bothering you?" the nurse asked.
