The neighborhood laboratory.
In the locker room after tennis, one of Lucy’s teammates mentioned intriguing rumors about the older man in the large house on the corner. She hinted at mysterious activities and the strange smiles on other girls as they left there.
Perhaps too curious for her own safety, she decided to investigate and rang his doorbell on a Monday afternoon. "Good day, young lady" he said, opening the door, dressed conservatively in dark slacks, white shirt, and blue tie. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Lucy stammered a lame excuse about athletic fundraising, and then admitted that she was curious about his cellar. "My laboratory? Of course, you may find it educational." He let her in, courteously took her jacket to the hall closet, and led her downstairs.
In the cellar, a door opened to a windowless room, two concrete exterior walls and two wood-paneled interior walls. He turned on the incandescent ceiling lights to medium, and escorted her in. There were a half-dozen 19-inch rack-panel cabinets around the perimeter of the room, containing oscilloscopes, power supplies, pulse generators, voltmeters, impedance bridges, spectrum analyzers, and waveform generators. Unfortunately, Lucy did not know what any of those were, but the collection was impressive. Some of the units were switched on, lights glowing, and others displayed waveforms on cathode-ray tubes or numerical results on digital displays. A large number of older units had moving-needle meters instead of digital readouts. Also, bookshelves, tool cabinets, and multi-drawer medical cabinets were along the walls. Nothing like Dr Frankenstein's lab: neither arcs nor sparks, and no hunchbacks.
What attracted her attention, however, was the single piece of furniture in the middle of the rooma medical-looking couch that could be tilted or re-arranged into different attitudes, apparently designed for surgery. Gathering her courage, Lucy asked "so, what do you do down here?" She received the answer she feared "Would you like me to demonstrate? Don't worry, I am fully-qualified (though retired) and harmless. This will take less than an hour, and no one should miss you in such a short time." "Gulp, OK!" (damned curiosity, she thought, it will kill me yet).
"I am perfecting multi-channel devices for female stimulation. This involves both mechanical and electrical stimulation, designed for pleasure not pain," he explained. "I have been fitting them to several volunteer beta testers. So far, all of them have enjoyed the experience, I assure you. I could include you, but you must show me your ID first." She showed him her driver's license, having turned 18 a few months ago, and he accepted her into the test group. "Please sign this release, and then undress (you can go behind that screen) and change into this disposable medical robe. When you come back, please lie down, face up, on the couch." (He was quite confident about that release document; it had been drafted carefully for him by the kinkiest lawyer in Cleveland.)
Lucy complied, carefully hanging her blouse and skirt on the coat rack behind the screen, and her underwear on another hook. She returned to the couch wearing only the robe and a pair of plastic slippers. "Good! Now, please lie back on the couch and relax. I need to make some measurements." He opened the bottom three buttons on the front of her robe, exposing her womanhood. "Now, please place your feet in the stirrups, and I will measure your vaginal dimensions." Lucy complied nervously. "Don't worry, this won't hurt. I am just going to insert an expandable cylinder to measure a diameter for the device. All my devices are custom-made, to fit the subject carefully and to avoid cross-contamination. I would not do this if you were still a virgin." (One of the line-items on the consent form.) He took a piece of 0.010-inch Mylar sheet, about 10 inches wide by 8 inches long, and rolled it up into a tight cylinder. He inserted it carefully, and then allowed it to expand naturally. He applied Scotch tape at the top end to hold the dimension, removed it carefully, and added another piece of tape at the bottom to hold the cylinder together. He then re-inserted the cylinder, and picked up a polycarbonate plastic caliper. "Just measuring the clearance from the vaginal opening to the clitoris", he explained. One more dimension went into the notebook.
"Finally, I need one more measurement. This may be a bit uncomfortableplease tell me immediately if you feel any discomfort. Kindly roll over onto your stomach, and put your feet back into the stirrups." Since he had been careful not to hurt her, Lucy complied again. He slipped the robe up over her hips, spread the stirrups and her ankles farther apart, and went to one of his cabinets. "I need another dimension, but this needs to be done with more substantial insertibles," he explained. "I'll start with a small butt-plug, and then try some larger ones. When it starts to be uncomfortable, please tell me immediately and I'll stop". He pulled out the sterilized bag (previously autoclaved for safety) and a tube of lubricant. "Here is a thin one", he said, and it slipped right in. He pulled it out slowly (“Not bad”, Lucy thought). He dropped that one into a cleaning bucket and increased the diameter by 2 mm. "Is that OK?" "Feels nice." "Good!" Again, he removed it slowly and dropped it into the bucket for later cleaning and sterilization. The third one (another 2 mm larger) did not go in so easily, but she said it didn't hurt. Removing that one elicited a soft moan. The fourth one, however, almost three-eighths-inch larger than the first one, caused her to flinch half-way in, and Lucy asked him to stop. He immediately stopped pushing and carefully removed it.
"Excellent, you were most co-operative and deserve a treat! Come back in ten days, and we shall fit the actual stimulator for your testing and, hopefully, acceptance!" He helped her off the couch, removed the robe in a most gentlemanly manner (as if removing a lady’s coat), and paused to appreciate the view. Lucy quickly ducked behind the screen and dressed. When she came back, he kissed her hand in an old-school manner, and escorted her upstairs. "If you need the washroom, it's down the hall." "OK, be right back." Once inside, she quickly inspected herself in the mirror and found no damageher virginity was long-gone before this. She checked that her clothing was straight, combed her hair quickly, and went back to him. He thanked her again, reminded her to come back in ten days, and locked the front door behind her after she left. Lucy walked away from his door with a smile on her face.
In the locker room after tennis, one of Lucy’s teammates mentioned intriguing rumors about the older man in the large house on the corner. She hinted at mysterious activities and the strange smiles on other girls as they left there.
Perhaps too curious for her own safety, she decided to investigate and rang his doorbell on a Monday afternoon. "Good day, young lady" he said, opening the door, dressed conservatively in dark slacks, white shirt, and blue tie. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Lucy stammered a lame excuse about athletic fundraising, and then admitted that she was curious about his cellar. "My laboratory? Of course, you may find it educational." He let her in, courteously took her jacket to the hall closet, and led her downstairs.
In the cellar, a door opened to a windowless room, two concrete exterior walls and two wood-paneled interior walls. He turned on the incandescent ceiling lights to medium, and escorted her in. There were a half-dozen 19-inch rack-panel cabinets around the perimeter of the room, containing oscilloscopes, power supplies, pulse generators, voltmeters, impedance bridges, spectrum analyzers, and waveform generators. Unfortunately, Lucy did not know what any of those were, but the collection was impressive. Some of the units were switched on, lights glowing, and others displayed waveforms on cathode-ray tubes or numerical results on digital displays. A large number of older units had moving-needle meters instead of digital readouts. Also, bookshelves, tool cabinets, and multi-drawer medical cabinets were along the walls. Nothing like Dr Frankenstein's lab: neither arcs nor sparks, and no hunchbacks.
What attracted her attention, however, was the single piece of furniture in the middle of the rooma medical-looking couch that could be tilted or re-arranged into different attitudes, apparently designed for surgery. Gathering her courage, Lucy asked "so, what do you do down here?" She received the answer she feared "Would you like me to demonstrate? Don't worry, I am fully-qualified (though retired) and harmless. This will take less than an hour, and no one should miss you in such a short time." "Gulp, OK!" (damned curiosity, she thought, it will kill me yet).
"I am perfecting multi-channel devices for female stimulation. This involves both mechanical and electrical stimulation, designed for pleasure not pain," he explained. "I have been fitting them to several volunteer beta testers. So far, all of them have enjoyed the experience, I assure you. I could include you, but you must show me your ID first." She showed him her driver's license, having turned 18 a few months ago, and he accepted her into the test group. "Please sign this release, and then undress (you can go behind that screen) and change into this disposable medical robe. When you come back, please lie down, face up, on the couch." (He was quite confident about that release document; it had been drafted carefully for him by the kinkiest lawyer in Cleveland.)
Lucy complied, carefully hanging her blouse and skirt on the coat rack behind the screen, and her underwear on another hook. She returned to the couch wearing only the robe and a pair of plastic slippers. "Good! Now, please lie back on the couch and relax. I need to make some measurements." He opened the bottom three buttons on the front of her robe, exposing her womanhood. "Now, please place your feet in the stirrups, and I will measure your vaginal dimensions." Lucy complied nervously. "Don't worry, this won't hurt. I am just going to insert an expandable cylinder to measure a diameter for the device. All my devices are custom-made, to fit the subject carefully and to avoid cross-contamination. I would not do this if you were still a virgin." (One of the line-items on the consent form.) He took a piece of 0.010-inch Mylar sheet, about 10 inches wide by 8 inches long, and rolled it up into a tight cylinder. He inserted it carefully, and then allowed it to expand naturally. He applied Scotch tape at the top end to hold the dimension, removed it carefully, and added another piece of tape at the bottom to hold the cylinder together. He then re-inserted the cylinder, and picked up a polycarbonate plastic caliper. "Just measuring the clearance from the vaginal opening to the clitoris", he explained. One more dimension went into the notebook.
"Finally, I need one more measurement. This may be a bit uncomfortableplease tell me immediately if you feel any discomfort. Kindly roll over onto your stomach, and put your feet back into the stirrups." Since he had been careful not to hurt her, Lucy complied again. He slipped the robe up over her hips, spread the stirrups and her ankles farther apart, and went to one of his cabinets. "I need another dimension, but this needs to be done with more substantial insertibles," he explained. "I'll start with a small butt-plug, and then try some larger ones. When it starts to be uncomfortable, please tell me immediately and I'll stop". He pulled out the sterilized bag (previously autoclaved for safety) and a tube of lubricant. "Here is a thin one", he said, and it slipped right in. He pulled it out slowly (“Not bad”, Lucy thought). He dropped that one into a cleaning bucket and increased the diameter by 2 mm. "Is that OK?" "Feels nice." "Good!" Again, he removed it slowly and dropped it into the bucket for later cleaning and sterilization. The third one (another 2 mm larger) did not go in so easily, but she said it didn't hurt. Removing that one elicited a soft moan. The fourth one, however, almost three-eighths-inch larger than the first one, caused her to flinch half-way in, and Lucy asked him to stop. He immediately stopped pushing and carefully removed it.
"Excellent, you were most co-operative and deserve a treat! Come back in ten days, and we shall fit the actual stimulator for your testing and, hopefully, acceptance!" He helped her off the couch, removed the robe in a most gentlemanly manner (as if removing a lady’s coat), and paused to appreciate the view. Lucy quickly ducked behind the screen and dressed. When she came back, he kissed her hand in an old-school manner, and escorted her upstairs. "If you need the washroom, it's down the hall." "OK, be right back." Once inside, she quickly inspected herself in the mirror and found no damageher virginity was long-gone before this. She checked that her clothing was straight, combed her hair quickly, and went back to him. He thanked her again, reminded her to come back in ten days, and locked the front door behind her after she left. Lucy walked away from his door with a smile on her face.