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You get dressed and catch the bus in to the doctors. You've been going to this clinic since you were a kid, so you feel alright talking to Dr. Asher about your erectile dysfunction. Getting off the bus, you walk the few blocks to the clinic. You walk in and it's much the same as you remember. Same disinfectant smell, same fake plant by the doorway. You walk up and give your name to the receptionist, and then take a seat.

You wait for about twenty minutes, and then over the speaker system hear your name called. You get up and walk to the doctor's office, and open the door. Standing with her back to you is a tall brunette with long black hair. She turns to face you and you can't help looking at her breasts, which are full and firm.

"Where's Dr. Asher?" you ask.

"He retired. Didn't Amy tell you? He's in Barbados with his mistress. " She laughs at this. "I'm Dr. Linderman." She walks over and shakes your hand. Please, take a seat."

You sit down, and she takes the seat opposite from you. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"

This has thrown you. You feel intensely uncomfortable talking about this with a stranger, let alone such a beautiful one. But then you think of your wife at her work, with that short black skirt and stockings and you realise what is at stake.

"I'm having trouble getting an erection."

"Ok. Do you struggle getting hard all the time or just when you're about to have sex?

"Uh... all the time." Your doctor doesn't need to know about your femdom addiction.

"Ok. How long has this been happening?"

"Oh, it started about a couple months back."

"And you haven't had sex with your wife since then? Wow, she must be really toey."

This doctor is quite forward. You're not quite sure how to take it.

"Uh... I guess." You clear your throat. "I've been using my fingers, and uh... tongue."

She laughs to herself. "Very good. It's important to attend to the needs of your partner. And is she attending to your needs?"

You briefly fantasise about lowering yourself onto your wife's waiting strap-on. Your cock twitches.

"Yes, she's been very supportive."

"Well, ok then! It's tough to tell at this stage if your impotence stems from a mental or physical cause. I'll give you a choice. I can prescribe you some Viagra, which probably won't deal with the underlying issue but will allow you to take care of your wife. Or, if you'd rather, I can perform a quick physical on you. That might not fix it but it will give me a better idea of what's causing this."

You're not sure what the best course of action is.