A Different Type of Exam, A True Story

I was seeing a psychiatrist who prescribed me some stimulants. They turned me from a heavy masturbator into a fully chronic, addicted one. At the same time, they wrecked my ability to stay hard, which was fine for masturbation, I could beat it harder to keep it up and it let me edge it for hours. However it was awful for partner sex, I couldn't keep it hard enough to penetrate my girlfriend. I knew there were sexual side effects to the drug, so I didn't worry at first, but after they went on for a while I started to. I had to tell my doctor, my female psychiatrist, who is very pretty and maybe three years younger than me. It was so hard to bring it up that I'm sure she knew something was up from my behaviour. I told her about my inability to keep an erection during sex, but didn't mention the compulsive beating off. Of course her first question was "Do you only have the problem during sex? What about while masturbating?" I decided to not hold back and just tell her everything. I told her how no, I had problems keeping it hard while masturbating as well, but that I could make myself climax if I spent enough time and did it to myself hard enough. I also added that when I came after that much time and after masturbating myself with such force, that the ejaculations often began several seconds before I climaxed and continued for several after, and they were more volumous than before, which was true. She didn't seem phased at all. She said I should stay on the meds for another month and the side effects should decrease and in the mean time I should try to distract myself with some other activity when I had the urge to masturbate. By the time the session was over I had a wet spot coming through my jeans where my (kinda soft) boner had been pressing. They were dark jeans though, so I doubt she noticed that. At the same time I am sure she noticed that I delayed standing up when I left, and that I kept my body turned at an odd angle as I left with an awkward stoop. Her suggestion didn't help, and the problem didn't go away, so it wasn't the last time we had a conversation like that. In fact, I had them about once a month for a year until we got the issues straightened out. At one point she had me on an additional med to counter the side effects of the stimulants that had the opposite problem, I'd pop a painfully hard erection at the slightest stimuli and it wouldn't go away for as long as an hour sometimes, especially early in the morning. Beating it off would only relieve it sometimes. That was a fun issue to describe, I'm sure she knew I had an erection that time. She gave me a lifetime's worth of wanking memories and experiences to build fantasies on. The interesting this is that she is moving away in two months and I am switching to her partner, a man, and am going to have to explain it all to him now. I'm not sure how that will feel, but it excites me to think about going through it again.

Different circumstances, but can totally relate to the experience you've had here. I've had to be assessed by various psychologist and psychiatrists for gender dysphoria over the last year. Because of the subject that's always meant going into great detail about my sex life and how I masturbate.

In the same way as you I was going to hold back with the information, but ended up just telling them everything too. From how I have sex to what turns me on and just how often I'm masturbating (a lot now I'm on testosterone!) Once I've told them the facts I'm usually asked to describe how I feel about each thing I've said and they push me for the detail.

The sessions like that I've had are usually an hour long and I'm always turned on by the end. I've masturbated to the thought of my answers many times. That one point, the day I was actually diagnosed, what is said was written up into a letter and sent to my doctor to prescribe the hormones. A copy was sent to me and its around three pages long. Some of it is medical jargon but other sections outline how I like to have sex and masturbate. Seeing that in an official letter was the biggest turn on ever.

Wow! Having it spelled out in an official letter would be incredible! I've wondered how much of what I told my psychiatrist ended up in her notes, and how much my new doctor has read. Did it go in my file? Is my GP going to read it? I assume that since it is related to reactions I had to various drugs, it should be recorded permanently somewhere. I don't have an appointment with my GP until early next year, but if I'm nude, and he mentions anything about my psychiatrist or what she wrote, I know I'll pop an erection.

I had to see a psychologist once, started with general questions, but after 5 minutes she started to ask about nudity, sex, masturbation, looks like it is the main topic psychologists are interested in. It was an exciting and very embarassing experience at the same time, especially as the psychologist was female.

I had to see a psychologist once, started with general questions, but after 5 minutes she started to ask about nudity, sex, masturbation, looks like it is the main topic psychologists are interested in. It was an exciting and very embarassing experience at the same time, especially as the psychologist was female.

You don't have to tell them the (absolute) truth you know. Unless seeing them was voluntary or of your own choosing, you don't owe them the courtesy of telling things as they really are. None of their business actually. Nosy busybodies ... they look for ulterior and hidden motives in everything anyway, make them work for their fee ... ha ha ha

My fantasies about medical situations always toe a fine line; If they are too unrealistic then they do nothing for me, but at the same time I know that anything actively sexual in a medical context is unrealistic. Talking about my (excessive) masturbation habit with a young, pretty, female doctor is as close to my fantasies as I ever could hope to get in real life. I use those experiences as a base for a lot of different fantasies though, I thought I'd share one:

My big fantasy about this doctor wasn't so much about her, as it was about her nurses. In reality, when I'd go for an appointment I'd check in, then take a seat in the waiting room and the nurse would come and get me. Before I saw the doctor I'd go with the nurse to an "exam room". I put it in quotes because it didn't have an exam table or much medical gear, and the door was almost always left open, but it did have a scale and a height ruler on the wall, and a blood pressure machine. There was a cabinet with some other stuff in it (some bottles, a thermometer), and a sofa and chair, and a laptop on a stand. The nurse would take my weight and blood pressure and ask how I was feeling and if anything had changed since my last visit. Then the doctor would come in and we'd proceed to her office.

In my fantasy version, everything is the same except that after I told the doctor about my masturbation habit and my difficulty orgasming during intercourse, she became concerned that I may have a more serious issue, or that I may be damaging myself by wanking so much. To monitor my condition more closely, she had the nurse change my pre-session exam. Now, instead of going to the abbreviated exam room, I'd be taken to a standard exam room and be given a full physical. Rather than keeping some of my clothes on, or wearing a gown, I'd be fully nude for the entire exam. Even before I was asked to, I'd begin to get an erection. After the basic physical was over the nurse would do a more detailed genital exam. For this part they'd need to bring another person in to make sure that nothing untoward was occurring. In my fantasies sometimes this would be one of the receptionists, sometimes it would be another nurse, sometimes it would be a male nurse. For the last part of the exam I'd be asked to masturbate myself to orgasm. In my mind I'm usually standing for this act, with both of them watching, sometimes with the nurse listening to my heartbeat with a stethoscope on my back. They would be making a video recording of me beating myself off too. The video would be attached to my electronic medical records for the doctor to review, but it would be there for the rest of my life as well. Every doctor I go to in the future would be able to view it. I'd ejaculate and they'd collect my semen, then I'd get dressed and the doctor would come for me, like in real life, we'd go to her office like in real life, but in the fantasy the first thing we do in the session is watch the video and discuss it.