Caring for my daughter - Part 9 - Vaginal Stenosis - Sex Stories

Caring for my daughter - Part 9 - Vaginal Stenosis

... entering you a little bit. I don’t want to push harder.” Ava looks confused as well: “That’s odd. Can you try again? Maybe it’s because I didn’t have sex for a while.” “Ok darling, I’ll try.”

I’m trying to push a bit harder and Ava is flinching. “Sorry, darling. Is it painful?” “Yeah dad, it is.” “I don’t want to force it, maybe we’ll try again another time?” Ava seems to be thinking. “Dad, this isn’t normal. Something is off. I want to see the doctor,” Ava is sighing. I’m replying: “Yeah of course darling.”

It is the next day. We’re at the doctor’s. The doctor is a lady in her late fifties who has looked after Ava every since she was a child. The doctor says that Ava’s vagina has tightened, most likely due to the accident, being bedridden and it could also be partially caused by the medication Ava had to take after the accident. Her doctor calls it “vaginal stenosis” and gives us a free sample of a “vaginal dilator” which is nothing else but a dildo and a small bottle of lube. The doctor keeps explaining: “You can use this small sized vaginal dilator. After you have stretched a bit you can buy the dilator’s next size up. It will help you get back to your normal size in no time. I didn’t see any scar tissue, so this will go away just fine.” Ava’s face has darkened and she’s frowning at the vaginal dilator. “Don’t worry Ava,” the doctor adds “You’ll get used to it. It’s not as bad as it looks.”

On the drive home Ava is sulking and quiet. I’m feeling sorry for her. ...

... She really has to put up with a lot of things and learning that her vagina needs stretching is certainly not the best news. Some time later after dinner I’m breaking the silence: “Ava, darling, what’s going on in your mind?” Ava is sighing: “I’m just upset. I really don’t want this thing up my vagina.” “I understand.” “It’s so unnatural. I don’t like these artificial thing, plastic and chemical lube. Yikes!” I’m just nodding. She continues: “But I guess I have to, right?” She’s looking at me. “It’s what the doctor prescribed,” is all I manage to say.

Suddenly a thought is hitting me: “Darling, I totally understand if you are not comfortable with me doing this. If you like we can wait until your cast comes off and you can move your arms freely.” Ava looks at me startled, as if this was the last thing she expected to hear: “Dad, you’re so silly. You’ve been caring for me for all this time. I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it. And besides, we shouldn’t put it off. You heard the doctor, she said the sooner we start, the better. It will avoid any further narrowing.”

This is absolutely going beyond my comfort zone but I don’t want Ava to worry about my feelings. It is a medical treatment after all and if I don’t do it, it will have bad implications for her health. That’s the last thing I want.

A few days have passed and I have been avoiding the topic of using the vaginal dilator. I know I have to do it at some point but at the same time I can’t bring myself to initiate this ...