'I didn't know what to say. All I did know was that bondage; even the agony of being whipped held a certain fascination for me. It excited me beyond a...ny other type of thrill that I had yet experienced in my young life. 'I think I would like that', I replied guardedly. 'But, how will you be able to help me?'Lucinda laughed. 'You see you are not all submissive. That question is much to straightforward for a true submissive to ask.' She helped me sit up, my crotch was extremely sore, but I could. I have never been good at getting my emotions out. Yesterday was a first for me. I just lost it. I don’t know that I could write about those things. It would hurt too much. And sexual fantasies would be a no go. I could never write about that,” Rachel responded.“You would be surprised at what you can do. You told me a lot about your sexual thoughts last night. You seem to keep them bottled up. You should let them out. Maybe you could have a glass of wine to help you loosen up and then write. Kenneth Jones walks in. Dr. Jones looked to be in his early 50’s and as one of the few African-American fertility experts, he was a renowned figure in the community. He was very good looking with his bald head, close cropped beard and piercing greenish eyes that JC couldn’t stop looking at. “Mr. and Mrs. Sanders, glad to meet you. Now, lets see what the lab has to say about your results.” Dr. Jones studied the folders for a few minutes, and then sits back in his chair, stroking his chin.. It was time for the pictures. One of me with my legs crossed on the bed. One of me with my cock and balls pushed through my legs. I took a few images of me on all fours; presenting my arse to the camera with my cock and balls hanging down to the bed. I checked the back of the camera after every one to make sure the essence of the image was there. I would edit and crop them later. It was then that I started to play with myself. I obtained a nice stiff cock; not difficult if you’re me. Then I.