Mandatory Anal: An Extremely Strict Mom's Guide to Pleasure in a Hypersexual Gynarchist World

The door to the physician's office swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman with a stern expression on her face. "Come in, come in," she said, waving us inside. "I'm Dr. Pavlovna. You must be Natalia and Mykola."

I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. My mother, Natalia, had dragged me to the doctor's office because she was at her wit's end with me. Apparently, I had been watching too much anal porn and she was determined to put a stop to it.

"Yes, Doctor," Natalia said, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is my son, Mykola. He has a...problem."

Dr. Pavlovna raised an eyebrow. "A problem, you say?"

"Yes, a problem," Natalia said, crossing her arms. "He's become obsessed with...anal sex. It's disgusting. I can't even look at him anymore."

I felt my face burning with shame as Dr. Pavlovna turned to me. "Is this true, Mykola?"

I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I didn't mean to...I just...I can't help it."

Dr. Pavlovna nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Well, I may have a solution for you, Natalia. Have you considered trying anal sex yourselves?"

My mother's eyes widened in shock. "What? No, never! That's...that's disgusting. I could never do something like that."

Dr. Pavlovna shrugged. "It might be worth considering. Anal sex can be a healthy and enjoyable activity for both partners, if done correctly. And it might help satisfy Mykola's...urges."

My mother was silent for a moment, considering the doctor's words. Finally, she spoke. "Fine. I'll try anything at this point. But how do we...prepare?"

Dr. Pavlovna smiled. "I can give you some advice on that. First, make sure you're both relaxed and comfortable. Try using lubricant to make the experience more pleasurable. And start with shallow penetration, gradually working your way deeper. And of course, communication is key. Make sure you're both on the same page and that you're both enjoying yourselves."

My mother turned to me, her expression stern. "Pay attention, Mykola. You'll be doing everything the doctor just explained."

I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. I had never even thought about trying anal sex with my mother, but now that the idea had been planted in my head, I couldn't help but be curious.

Dr. Pavlovna wrote out a prescription and handed it to my mother. "Here you go. This is your prescription for mandatory anal sex. Follow these instructions and I'm sure you'll both be satisfied."

My mother grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the office, determination in her eyes. "Come on, Mykola. We're starting right now."

I protested, but my mother was unmoved. "You have no choice, Mykola. This is for your own good. And who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it."

We arrived home and my mother immediately began preparing for the act, following the doctor's instructions. I was nervous and scared, but my mother was confident and in control.

"Undress and get ready, Mykola," she said, her voice stern. "We're doing this, whether you like it or not."

I hesitated, but eventually, I complied. I was still protesting, but my mother was not having it.

"No more arguments, Mykola," she said, her voice firm. "This is happening. And I'm in charge."

The act began, with my mother taking charge and guiding me through the process. It was strange and unfamiliar at first, but as we continued, I found myself becoming more and more aroused. And to my surprise, I found that I was actually enjoying myself.

Who would have thought that a trip to the doctor's office would lead to this? But here we were, my mother and I, exploring new depths of our relationship and finding pleasure in each other's company.

And as we finished, my mother smiled at me, a satisfied expression on her face. "See, Mykola? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I shook my head, still trying to process what had just happened. "No, it wasn't. It was...actually pretty good."

My mother laughed. "I'm glad. Maybe this will be the solution to your...problem. And who knows, maybe we'll even make a habit of it."

I smiled, feeling a newfound connection with my mother. Maybe this was the start of something new and exciting for both of us. Only time would tell.