My Husband, My Slave--Part 4 - Sex Stories

My Husband, My Slave--Part 4

... of fucking big cocks. I used my cell as soon as I was in my office. “Schissel Clinic,” I heard the receptionist say. “Do you speak English? I wonder if I could speak to Doctor Schissel. I am calling from New York.” “One moment, please, I will see if the Frau Doctor is available,” she replied with a heavy German accent. It was several minutes later that Dr. Schissel picked up the phone. I asked her about her experiments and how they were progressing. After listening for more than ten minutes I asked if she had made any human trials and on what parts of the body. Again I listened for an extended time. English was clearly not Dr. Schissel’s first language so the translation from her native German took some time on both our parts. Finally, after almost half an hour I got down to business. She was hesitant at first, but when I offered her a five million dollar donation she did agree. We set a date exactly one month in the future for our appointment. Now all I had to do was tell John. I decided during my drive home to say nothing until just before our departure. I began to compile a list of clothing I would require. Switzerland can be cold even in summer. I made first-class reservations on Air France for both of us knowing that our passports were valid. Finally, on the Monday before our Sunday morning flight I gave John a list of clothing I wanted pressed. “Have these done by Friday, John.” I could see the questions in his eyes, but after all these months he never thought to give ...

... his questions voice. He simply did as he was told knowing that I would explain or not as I believed necessary. We were at breakfast Saturday morning when I addressed the issue of our trip. “Get my red suitcase and carry-on from the attic, John and pack all the items you’ve pressed along with this list. It held the panties and bras and nightgowns I would need for our three week visit. I spoke to him once the bag was packed. “We are going to Zurich, Switzerland, John. You will pack one outfit for you for the return trip and three sets of tees and nylon gym shorts to wear while you are there. You are going to a famous clinic for an experimental treatment. Do you know what HGH is, John?” “I know you can’t use it if you’re a baseball or football player, but that’s all.” “How about stem cells?” “No, Miss Sophie; I have no idea.” That was pretty much what I expected. “HGH is human growth hormone, John. Stem cells are often taken from an umbilical cord after a baby is born. They are the basic cells that form all the other cells in the human body. The doctor you will see has done a number of experiments—successful experiments—on animals using both of these substances to grow new tissue. In one case she was able to grow a new leg on a deformed rabbit. In another she was able to grow a new lung in a mouse. “You will undergo treatments on your penis to see if it can be made to grow larger. If it can be done I will no longer have a reason to cuckold you. I have enjoyed being fucked by big ...