As I walked further into the dimly lit room, it felt more like a sorcerer's lair than a medical chamber. The strong scent of incense tickled my nose, and my heart pounded in my chest. My gaze fell upon a large carpet in the center of the room, where a beautiful middle-aged woman with brunette hair and large, voluptuous breasts sat. She wore Arabic pink clothing that exposed her midriff, revealing her curvaceous belly. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts; they were the largest I'd ever seen in person.
Linda, the blonde woman who had led me here, addressed the brunette woman with respect. "Mistress, this is our patient, Mr. James."
The brunette mistress turned her captivating gaze on me, and I felt as if she could see right through me. "Thank you, Linda," she purred in a sultry voice that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, please return to the waiting room." Linda nodded and left without another word.
"Carla," the mistress continued, addressing the ebony woman who had escorted me down here, "you will assist me with the therapy here." So Carla was her name.
"Yes, Mistress," Carla replied obediently before turning to me with a reassuring smile. "Please remove your pants and underwear" she instructed gently but firmly. My cheeks flushed redder than a tomato as I hesitantly undressed in front of these two enigmatic women. But their matter-of-fact demeanor made it clear that modesty was not an issue here...
As I hesitantly undressed in front of the two enigmatic women, my cheeks flushing redder than a tomato, Mistress's sultry voice filled the air. "Mr. James, I must inform you that our healing procedure here requires complete nudity."
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, my mind racing with thoughts of modesty and embarrassment. But Carla's reassuring smile and Mistress's captivating gaze calmed my nerves. Slowly, I peeled off my shirt and shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I was now completely naked in front of these two strangers, feeling more vulnerable than ever before.
"Good," Mistress purred. "Now lie down on your back on the carpet."
Taking a deep breath, I positioned myself as instructed, trying to ignore my erection that had sprouted from the tension in the air. Mistress and Carla circled me like predators eyeing their prey, their eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed flesh. Their scrutiny was both unnerving and strangely arousing.
I lay there on the carpet, my mind racing. How could I get an erection in this situation? I mean, sure, Mistress was incredibly sexy with her voluptuous curves and sultry voice. And Carla's dark, exotic beauty was undeniably enticing. But the fact that I was lying nude in front of strangers, about to undergo some mysterious libido-boosting procedure, made me feel anything but aroused.
Despite my best efforts, my penis remained stubbornly flaccid, an unwelcome reminder of my impotence. I shifted uncomfortably, wishing I could somehow will my body into compliance. But try as I might, I just couldn't manage it.
"Relax, Mr. James," Mistress cooed, her melodic voice washing over me like warm honey. "The mind is a powerful ally. You must let go of your inhibitions."
Easier said than done, I thought bitterly. With her next to my nude body, hands on my chest, I felt far from relaxed. "I... I can't," I stammered. "I want to, I really do. But it's not working. That's partly why I'm here."
"Oh, my poor dear." Mistress's voice dripped with feigned sympathy. "You poor, inadequate creature. Don't fret yourself over something so trivial as getting a hard-on. We'll fix that right up. But first..." Her trailed off, her hand slowly traveled down my body. "But first, we must get your mind in the right state.
Mistress's fingers danced over my skin, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine. As her hand traveled lower and lower, I tensed, my breath quickening in anticipation. Her fingers finally reached my flaccid penis, and I gasped as she wrapped her hand around it.
I wanted my body to respond to her touch, to rise up and meet her hand eagerly. But my penis remained stubbornly limp, an embarrassing reminder of my current problem. I closed my eyes in frustration and embarrassment.
"Well, well," Mistress purred, her grip tightening ever so slightly. "It seems our patient needs more than a little coaxing. Perhaps a different approach is necessary."
Mistress's fingers delicately cupped my scrotum, her soft palm enveloping my testicles. I let out a choked gasp, my body reacting involuntarily to her intimate touch. For a long, tense moment, she simply held me in her palm, her fingers gently caressing my most vulnerable area.
I tensed, my heart pounding in my ears as I prayed she would say something, anything, to break the charged silence. But she remained still, her focus all on my balls. I squirmed under her touch, my breath coming in short gasps.
Finally, Mistress spoke, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Carla, bring me the tool."
Carla nodded, rising gracefully to her feet. She vanished into the shadows of the room, leaving me alone with Mistress. I tried to regain some sense of control, to at least appear calm and collected. But it was impossible with Mistress's delicate fingers still cupping my most sensitive parts.
I watched the door anxiously, waiting for Carla's return. I couldn't help but wonder--what kind of tool could possibly help with impotence? Something electric, maybe? A stimulator of some sort? The possibilities raced through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last.
The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, Carla reappeared, a mysterious package cradled in her arms. She handed it to Mistress, who opened it with a slow, deliberate motion.
I couldn't see what was inside from my position on the carpet. But the anticipation was almost too much to bear. I squirmed again, my mind filled with dark fantasies of what she might be holding. A device that would force my body to respond, no matter what. Something that would punish me for my inadequacy.