3 comments/ 20610 views/ 8 favorites Ladies Medical Agency Ch. 01 By: Finchley Historical note: In the Victorian period it was medical opinion that many young women suffered from a condition called hysteria, which could be relieved by stimulation of the vagina. Doctors administered this 'treatment' but found it rather tiring. The need for stimulation without too much effort led to the invention of the steam powered mechanical vibrator! This fantasy imagines a practice set up specifically to provide this treatment. 'Ladies Medical Treatments' proclaimed the small and discreet plaque mounted on the wall of a large terraced house. "This is the place, Flo," said Elizabeth. "You're certain to get release of your hysteria here." "I hope so," replied Florence, "I feel as though I'm going mad." "It's nothing to be ashamed of, all the best doctors agree this is the appropriate treatment, and I've heard that this is the most successful place in all of Manchester. Three ladies I know have recommended it most highly." "Will you come in with me?" "Of course I shall, darling, I must admit I've considered going for myself anyway." The two young wives climbed the three stone steps and rapped the doorknocker. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing a maid. "Come in ladies," said the maid, ushering them into a well appointed waiting room, "do you have an appointment?" "Yes," said Florence, "at nine." "Ah, Mrs. Fothergill?" "That's correct." "And may I ask who you are, madam?" asked the maid, turning her attention to Elizabeth. "Mrs. Smith, I'm a friend of Mrs Fothergill here. May I observe the treatment?" "That'll be up to the nurse ma'am. Please take a seat for a moment." The maid disappeared into the house, leaving the two friends in the waiting room. A moment later she returned. "Please follow me ladies," said the maid, leading the way. They walked down a passage and into a room containing a bed, a curtain on a rail, and a desk with two chairs in front. Behind the desk a neatly dressed woman of about 40 years of age rose to welcome them. "Thank you for coming Mrs Fothergill," she said, "and I believe you are Mrs Smith" looking at each of them in turn. "We don't normally do double appointments, but if you're both comfortable with the rather personal nature of the treatment you may stay." "Certainly," said Elizabeth, "as long as I won't get in the way." "In that case you may go, Joan" said the woman, dismissing the maid, 'please be seated ladies' she continued, indicating two chairs in front of the desk. "I am Mrs Arkwright, I'm a fully qualified nurse, and I have been trained by the finest doctors in Manchester in the relief of hysteria. It's a very serious issue, and can lead to all sorts of health problems if left untreated. "Now, first we must examine your case, Mrs Fothergill. How long have you been married?" "Two years," replied Florence. "Have you any children?" "One, a boy, a year old." "Do you and Mr Fothergill have regular marital relations?" "Oh yes," said Florence, turning a shade of pink. "Do you experience a heightened sense of anxiety and frustration the next day?" "Yes I do" "And has this feeling increased during the course of your marriage?" "Yes, it has rather." "This sounds like a typical case of hysteria to me. Now we have established the facts we can move on to the treatment. This will involve repeated stimulation of your body until the hysterical tension is released. Please disrobe behind the curtain, put on the gown you will find there, and lie on the bed." Blushing furiously, Florence went behind the curtain and removed her dress and her bustle. "Elizabeth, could you come and help with my corset please?" she called. Elizabeth, appearing slightly flushed herself, appeared around the curtain and helped Florence with her corset and the remaining items of clothing, before helping her friend on with the loose nightgown. Florence's body was smooth, with no apparent marks from carrying a baby. Her breasts were larger than they had been, Elizabeth thought. Florence went and lay on the bed, which was raised so that the mattress was at waist height, she had to use a small step built in to the side to help herself up. Elizabeth returned to the seat in front of the desk, and sat facing the bed. Mrs Arkwright stood beside the bed, and patted Florence's hand. "You mustn't be worried, Mrs Fothergill, you will soon feel much better than you have been feeling for a long time. Now, in order to relax you, and prepare you for what you are about to experience, I will only progress gradually to the final stimulation. I have found it helps the treatment very much if I start with light stimulation first." "If.. if you say so," stuttered Florence. "I do," replied Mrs Arkwright. The matronly nurse gently started stroking Florence's shoulders, through the gown, keeping her hands there until the younger woman started to relax. The hands travelled down Florence's arms, gently caressing and soothing, over and over until she visibly became more at ease, her breathing was calm and her eyes had closed. Then the nurse's hands switched over to her stomach, smoothing the gown, stroking around the navel with occasional wider circles becoming more frequent and ever wider until they made a first fleeting contact with her breasts. By this stage Florence was completely at ease and barely noticed, but the hands returned slowly again and again, each time travelling further and staying for longer, each sweep lingering for several seconds. After a while she noticed the hands were remaining on her breasts continuously, and now they started caressing and squeezing the generous mounds. She had never had her breasts treated so tenderly, when Edward wanted sex he groped her a few times, but it had never felt this good. A warm glow started forming between her legs, and her knees parted slightly, almost involuntarily. Mrs Arkwright took this as her cue to move a hand down to Florence's knees. Again the hand stroked up and down, round and round, making Florence's breath catch. Slowly the hand travelled down to her ankles to reach under the bottom of the nightgown, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, begin the journey back up again. Elizabeth, sitting on the chair by the desk was breathing harder and blushing furiously. Mrs Arkwright glanced at her and noted that her hands were clasped very tightly together. It seemed as though Elizabeth was trying to squash her demons. Florence didn't notice her friend's torment, the hands were now both on her legs and up to her knees, the gown gradually being pushed up before them. Her knees were drawing apart with very little persuasion needed, and when the hands gave them a gentle push upwards they fell wide apart, exposing her most secret areas to the clinical gaze of Mrs Arkwright. The hands now moved steadily inwards until they were caressing her lips. Moisture was pouring out of her, she had simply never felt this aroused, small moans were escaping her without her being aware of them. When the experienced nurse started to rub around her clitoris, her hips began to move of their own accord and her breathing became ragged. Mrs Arkwright kept her left hand stimulating the clitoral region, only rarely touching the clitoris itself, and with her right hand opened a small drawer in the side of the bed frame from which she pulled a polished wooden dildo. When the dildo met her sopping wet labia Florence gasped, but urged it inside, bucking her hips upwards to meet it. The nurse didn't tease any further, the dildo was worked in and out with increasing speed, matched by the left hand slightly above. Florence gave a low wail that turned into a scream and convulsed on the bed, two, three, four times. She flopped down onto the bed as Mrs Arkwright removed the dildo, feeling drained and yet satisfied. Her gaze moved over to Elizabeth, sat rigidly on the chair, gripping her hands together as though she was afraid of what they might do when let free. Mrs Arkwright stood back from her customer and crossed to wash her hands in a small basin near the desk. The senior nurse then spoke in a brisk, business like voice. "Now then, Mrs Fothergill, that concludes your treatment for today. I trust you are satisfied. Please get dressed, and if you would like a repeat visit for any increase in hysteria you experience please arrange it with Joan as you depart. We have many customers who like to return once a month, or so." Florence and Elizabeth were jerked out of their contemplative state. "Oh, er, thank you, Mrs Arkwright," said Florence, "I really do feel a lot less hysterical already." Ladies Medical Agency Ch. 02 Thanks for the encouraging feedback I received for chapter 1. One asked if the treatment for hysteria was genuine, yes it was. It really happened, quite routinely, and quite clinically. Hence the air of clinical detachment from the nurse in chapter 1. The journey home was all but silent. Florence had a dreamy, slightly detached look of contentment on her face. Elizabeth was too well mannered to fidget, but she occasionally shifted uncomfortably when the hansom cab jolted on the cobbles. Twenty minutes later, or half an eternity in Elizabeth's opinion, they arrived at Florence's house. "Will you come in for lunch, Betty?" asked Florence. "Certainly," Elizabeth replied. The two ladies entered the tiled hallway. "I'm sure Cook will be able to accommodate you, I'll just go into the kitchen a moment." With that Florence headed into the back of the house, leaving Elizabeth hanging her coat up. Elizabeth could hear babyish laughter from upstairs, where the nursery occupied the middle bedroom. Florence reappeared a moment later. "Lunch is almost ready, Betty, do you want to come through?" Florence said, opening the dining room door. The table had already been set with a simple lunch, cold meats and a large pork pie alongside bread and cheese. As Elizabeth sat down the cook arrived with a tureen of hot soup. "I'll just set this down 'ere, mam," said the cook. "I'll be back in a mo' with another bowl and cutlery." She disappeared again, as Florence settled herself across from Elizabeth. The cook reappeared as quickly as she had gone, and laid Elizabeth's place, then started serving the soup. "So, where've you been this morning, mam?" asked the cook. "Anythin' excitin'?" "Just a medical appointment, over in Ancoats," said Florence. The cook looked at her as she finished Elizabeth's bowl and walked around the table. "Not one of those 'isteria places were it? I reckon they're a fad. Didn't need 'em in my day," said the cook, with a slightly disapproving air. The look on Florence and Elizabeth's faces revealed that the cook had hit the nail on the head. "Listen mam, you don't need to go paying all that money out for some quack to make you feel good. Give me an extra couple o' pennies a week and I'll sort you out." Florence gaped at her. "It wouldn't be nowt I ain't done before. Why do you think the nanny and maid have stayed so long? I keep 'em 'appy, that's why. Don't like moody girls under my feet, so when they start acting up cos their fellers ain't making 'em 'appy I do it for 'em instead. And I didn't need no medical training neither. Just what I got learnt when I were startin' out." The cook started cutting the bread to put on their side plates. She looked at Florence. "Mind you," she said, "it does look to have done you the world o' good. Right worried you've been lookin' lately. Must 'ave been a good session you 'ad." She looked across at Elizabeth. "Do you want some relief mam? You look like Mrs Fothergill was looking yesterday." Elizabeth had turned crimson, but then the colour drained from her face and she toppled forwards into her soup. The cook and Florence dashed around to her seat, pulling Elizabeth's head up and splashing her face with water from the jug sat on the table. "We need to loosen her corset," said Florence. "Let's lay her down on the carpet first, mam," said the cook. They carried Elizabeth over to a large rug in front of a comfy looking wingback chair near the fireplace and laid her down gently. They set to work loosening her clothes and making her more comfortable. "Shall I get the smelling salts?" asked the cook. "No, it's alright, just give her a minute." said Florence. "I think you're right though. She was looking rather tense even before she fainted. Maybe she does need some treatment, much as I did." "Her dress 'as got soup an' water down the front, mam," said the cook. "Shall I take it to see what maid can do while Mrs Smith's still 'ere?" "Yes, that might be a good idea, if it's too difficult she can borrow one of my dresses," said Florence. They set to work removing Elizabeth's dress, leaving her in her corset and petticoats. Elizabeth started to stir as they finished their work. "What happened?" asked Elizabeth, weakly, as the cook left the room. "You fainted, Betty. How do you feel?" said Florence. "Weak," she looked down at herself. "Where's my dress?" "Cook's got it," said Florence. "You tipped forward into your soup. We had to see if the maid can clean it for you. We loosened your corset too. "No, stay there," she added, as Elizabeth started to push herself up. "You need a few minutes after fainting like that. I should know." The cook returned to the room. "Maid's sure she can get it out and dry again in an hour or two, mam. Are you alright? That looked like a right nasty turn. "I was just sayin' before you fainted that you could do with a bit of relief. I reckon I were right. Want me to sort you out now?" "Maybe in a minute, I've not quite got over my faint," said Elizabeth. "Aye, well, let me go an' get me stuff then," said the cook, disappearing around the door again. She returned in less than a minute with a small canvas bag. "Now then," said the cook, "what we 'ave 'ere is a genuine ivory dildo." She pulled what looked almost like a small, straightish elephant tusk from the bag. It was smooth, polished even, for most of its length, but with some grooves and ridges running around it. It had a finely carved wooden handle below the ivory, giving it a slightly dagger like appearance. "My feller brought this back for me from India, he did," said the cook. Said you wouldn't believe some of what they've got carved on temples. Taught me a few tricks he learnt just from looking at 'em. "Now then, are you feeling a little better?" she asked Elizabeth. "Yes, yes I think so," said Elizabeth. "What are you going to do?" "Well now," said the cook. "Yer fancy doctors reckon that us women get hysterical and need to have a paroxysm to relieve the vapours, or summat. I reckon you just need a bit o' satisfaction." The cook knelt down on Elizabeth's right hand side, with Florence still kneeling on the other side holding Elizabeth's hand. Without any fuss or bother the cook lifted Elizabeth's petticoats past her waist to expose her totally. With a lack of ceremony the cook placed her left hand on Elizabeth's bush and started exploring with her fingers. Soon her years of practice started paying off, as Elizabeth started squirming and gasping. Then the cook brought the dildo up between Elizabeth's legs and smoothly inserted the tip. "Yer a married woman, ain't yer?" the cook asked Elizabeth. "Yes, oh! Yes I am, oh!" said Elizabeth. "Right then, I'll give you the full works," said the cook. The dildo slid smoothly inside Elizabeth's fanny, and then out, and then back in. The natural smoothness of the ivory meant it barely needed any lubrication, but that was not a problem for Elizabeth. After the last few hours that she had been through moisture was pouring forth from her. The cook's left hand was circling around her nub, and the feeling of the dildo plunging in and out was driving her wild. "Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHHHHH!" screamed Elizabeth, as she bucked up from the floor, gripping Florence's hand so tightly she nearly crushed it. The cook slowed her movements, but as Elizabeth came down from her peak she started going faster again. Another, smaller orgasm followed, and then another, the cook varying her tempo to keep Elizabeth in a state of near continuous orgasm for a solid minute. At last she stopped and slid the dildo out. "I reckon you'll be fine now mam," said the cook, with a sly smile. "But next time yer all wound up, come for lunch again." With that the cook placed the dildo back into the canvas bag, stood up, and left the room.