Project P2Setting:

Fetish Clinic - Single Man on a Fetish Quest Without experience but with a lot of curiosity...

I, M. 24, single and athletic, began searching for a “fetish clinic” online. Through watching porn, I had developed a certain preference for this setting and now wanted to try it out for myself. I had no idea what would come of it. By chance, or rather through a paid Google ad, I found an advertisement for the “P2 Day Clinic.” Curious, I clicked on the ad. This took me to a page with the slogan “P2 – do something good for your penis and prostate... Men don't treat themselves to anything else...” This was followed by the disclaimer “We are not a clinic in the sense of a hospital... but we do aim to do good...” “Make an appointment today – it's worth it...” The page was peppered with attractive women in medical attire – doctors and nurses, so to speak, for those who are looking for them... The locations and objectives of the clinic were described in detail there.

To my surprise, there was also a location in my hometown in a shopping center I knew well.

This made me both puzzled and curious—with a slightly trembling hand, I clicked on the “make an appointment now” button below the attractive ladies.

Immediately, a fairly professionally programmed registration window popped up, first asking me to verify my age.

With a slight grin, I entered my date of birth.

The window disappeared with a “Thank you” message and revealed the rest of the form.

I was asked for my name, age, address, phone number, etc. – and an email address to confirm my registration.

Everything seemed legitimate so far.

I confirmed the address and was then able, or rather required, to enter further details.

I had already prepared an alias address for this specific case so as not to compromise my email account.

Preferences, experience in “white eroticism”—go/no-go's, etc.—allergies/medications/illnesses—all very professional.

Then my gaze lingered on one question – “rectal resilience – scale 1–5, where 1 stands for no idea and 5 for fully experienced...”

I thought it was interesting what they wanted to know right away...

I clicked on 2 and moved on to the next question...

Visible traces and duration of incontinence?

From 1-3 – where 3 stood for no traces and 1 for whatever – 2 was basically “depends.”

“Funny,” I thought, and clicked on 1.

That completed the form, and the obligatory “Accept Terms and Conditions” button lit up, awaiting my confirmation.

Of course, I wanted to read the terms and conditions—but when 200 pages popped up, I quickly scrolled down and “accepted.”

A check mark with consequences, as I would later discover...

Then came the question about the “desired date” – a calendar popped up and revealed that there was an appointment available the very next day at 4 p.m.

I booked it – “Bing” the confirmation email was in my inbox – my heart was pounding and my imagination began to race...

“I wonder what to expect,” I thought...