Men should be able to produce an erection when women want it. Those who can’t? They learn how in the strict erection-on-demand research study.
Erection on Demand
The Ultimate Femdom Medical Study
by Amity Harris
An ultimate Femdom medical study? It was exactly what Emily needed. Emily had enough. Her husband, Galen, still working occasionally from home after his company’s recent layoffs, wasn’t satisfying her needs or earning real money. When she was contacted about a new medical study that promised to improve her sex life and paid a decent fee, she enrolled Galen. He’d be out of her hair for two months and if she could get decent sex when she wanted, it was worth it.
Join Galen and 79 other erection failures on their 60-day journey to be trained to erect-on-demand.
Introduction
“WHAT WAS THAT TEXT supposed to mean?” Galen texted back to Emily. It was an unusual kind of message for her to send, just a link to an online form. His wife wasn’t a big texter — she preferred actually talking, an ordeal that drove him crazy. Texting was easier and certainly faster. Texts got to the point without a lot of useless chatter. He drummed his fingers on his keyboard and stared at his phone waiting for her reply.
His phone dinged and he tapped the message icon.
“It’ll be good for you. It’s solid science. You should be part of it.”
While he was still reading it, she texted him again.
“Fill out the form.”
Galen was surprised by those four words. That wasn’t like Emily. She didn’t text much and now she was issuing orders? Something was going on with her but, as usual, he had no clue what it was. Rather than have to get into one of those conversations with her, he clicked the link and looked at the form. The first sentence was simple.
“Get paid to participate in a male-only scientific study.”
Why would Emily want him to volunteer for a study of any kind, let alone a scientific one? Maybe there was more explanation about what the study was for, so he read the introduction.
“Join a research study and get paid for eight weeks of participation. Led by research scientists (click here to read more about the team), the study is supported by two medical schools and research hospitals. Qualified applicants will be contacted with details. Limited enrollment.”
Well, that told Galen nothing. He couldn’t figure out why his wife bothered to forward it to him if he couldn’t find out what the study was about without applying first. He suspected she knew more about it than she let on, what with that silly four-word text. But the getting paid part struck a nerve. Maybe this was another of Emily’s constant digs about his working remotely on whatever pickup jobs he could get just wasn’t paying the bills. Sure, she had a good job with benefits but he didn’t, not since his company’s latest round of layoffs. He worked when he could get decent contracts. Why couldn’t that be enough for her?
Galen read the rest of the application and tapped his answers into the boxes. It couldn’t hurt to get more information, could it? The questions were kind of intrusive, especially the part about his sex life.
But they weren’t really outrageous.
He pressed the submit button and turned back to his coding. They’d probably never get back to him but at least he could tell Emily he applied. Maybe she’d shut up about his job situation.
In other cities around the country, dozens of wives texted the same link to their husbands. There was almost nothing similar about the men. They were professionals, artisans, administrators and had blue-collar positions. They lived in different states, owned and rented different kinds of housing and came from diverse backgrounds. What they had in common was their age and health. They were all 35-55 years old and in decent physical shape.
There was one other similarity they shared. What their wives knew and they didn’t.
