strings and all

I find myself lying on the table, my legs in stirrups, chewing my gum and staring at a popcorn ceiling.
The tiny white sheet they provide not doing so well covering my lady bits. I hear talking outside the door. Piss, they passed by.

I glance over at the counter. There it is. That magical little thing. The one thing I have been waiting to get. It looks innocent enough. Yet I am still apprehensive. It's just the unknown of the process that makes my knees wobble.

And about that time the doc walks in. She explains what she is about to do and how it all works. I can't help but smile as the thoughts of what it's for runs through my mind.
She pulls it out of the package and my smile fades a little. I start to feel nervous.

Doc sits down on the stool and pulls the light down towards my lady bits. The light flickers, it's weak. She inserts the speculum. It's cold but tolerable. She begins the process.
Then stops. She can't see she says, the light is too dim. The nurse runs out for a replacement. Minutes pass by. Doc looks at me and says how uncomfortable I must be and gently slides the speculum out. My face is red.

Nurse comes back in and fixes light. The process begins again. This time it is completed. She warns me about the possibility of bleeding. Also that in order for it to settle in my uterus, she has left the strings long and will trim them on my next appointment. That's fine, I say.

She walks out. I get up, dress and go out to the nurses station. Nurse asks i I know how to check the strings. I do, I tell her, but she precedes to go into detail about the best position and insertion.

I leave thinking, I am gonna get me some tonight. I have just been installed with a sperm killing machine. I call SM, tell him he better drink a red bull before he gets home.

I go home, go through the rest of the day and start to feel something poking me. It's uncomfortable. I sit on toilet to check the strings. My legs are spread; I pull my lady bits open and look down. The freakn strings are hanging out. That's what was poking me, those darn strings. And they have been, every since then. I have to get them trimmed...a lot.

But the best thing is, is that visit made it possible for me to have sex as much as I want and to not get pregnant. So if I have to get through a few days of poking by a little string, then so be it.

I feel liberated and it shows, just ask him.