“The subject presents with some intriguing symptoms, and is in urgent need of sexual release.”
The doctor picked up his clipboard and scanned the first few pages.
“The patient first came to see me about problems with low libido and an inability to achieve an orgasm with her sexual partner. I assured her that this was unfortunately fairly common in women her age, and the best course of action was to start relationship and sex counselling with a professional.
She seemed horrified at the thought of being seen to enter a sex therapists office, and was adamant that her partner would never agree to therapy. She asked if she could continue to see me instead, and if I had any relevant experience helping patients cope with similar issues. I informed her that yes, this was something I would be more than willing to do and she became my patient.”
The doctor walked slowly to the examination table, and the electricity in the air was palpable. He placed a hand on either thigh, feeling the taut muscles straining for release, stretched to their limit, and gently forced them further apart. The metal stirrups clicked into a wider position, and I yelped in surprise and pain.
“That’s a good girl, you can take it,” he whispered gently to me before turning to address the invisible crowd again.
“I informed the subject that her first priority was to educate herself and I recommended a few basic sexual education texts. She came in to see me weekly, we discussed what she had learned, and I addressed any questions or concerns that she had. A recurring issue for the subject was masturbation; she felt that it was morally wrong and inappropriate.”
Although the room had felt cold at first, the heat of the lights on my body was starting to get uncomfortable. I squirmed quietly on the examination table and let out a small screech as a bolt of pain shot through my spread hips.
The doctor glanced over briefly before continuing.
“This, as you can imagine, was a considerable hurdle to have to overcome. I could talk at length about this subject, and perhaps I will in another lecture. Suffice it to say that the subject underwent a gradual attitude adjustment, and soon began to delve into more interesting aspects of human sexuality.
The doctor gestured to the nurse who had been hovering in the corner, “Give the patient something to relax her while I continue with the talk. Nothing too strong, she will want to be able to witness and feel her examination.”
The gorgeous nurse selected a needle and a small vial of clear liquid from the metal tray beside the table, and prepared the injection.
“The subject confided to me over a number of our sessions that the BDSM sections of the sexuality texts seemed to arouse her the most. She found this highly distressing. I asked her to complete a psychological profile to aid in my diagnosis.”
The nurse wiped a small area of my upper arm and deftly slipped the needle into my body.
“Upon review of the patient’s psychological profile, I was confident that no troubling symptoms of paraphilia were present.”
The doctor moved to stand behind the examination table and I lazily tilted my head back to look at him as he spoke. My breathing slowed, and my body relaxed slowly. It felt as if I was sinking into a warm, comforting bath – like strong arms held me from head to toe and pulled me down into a soft bed of comfort.
“My diagnosis was that the subject was deeply submissive, and in need of a dominant personality to complement her own. We can discuss the training sessions that ensued on another occasion.
The relationship with her partner dissolved slowly over the course of our sessions together. His personality and demeanour were not appropriate. The patient craved more forceful and aggressive handling, and began to enjoy our sessions in a way that had nothing to do with medicine.”
The doctor gestured to the nurse, who then nodded and pressed a button on a control panel by the door. The table began to lower, and tilt slightly – my head was soon positioned even to the doctor’s pelvis. I could see the outline of his enormous erect cock through his sleek dress pants.
“What I’ve called you here to witness is the subject’s astounding sexual conditioning. It took months of training, but it quickly became a labour of love.”
The doctor lovingly touched my face, and then slapped me hard across the cheek. I gasped in surprise, and felt a rush of pleasure travel through me.
“I began to condition the subject to respond to pain, humiliation, and non-consensual sexual contact with heightened physical arousal.”
The doctor picked up a large and severe looking clamp and dragged it slowly across my ample breasts, digging it in roughly on my nipples.
“I have never seen a patient respond so favourably to this type of conditioning,” The doctor stated as he pinched my right nipple with the clamp and I screamed.
The pain was intense, but it was chased by a wave of desire. I inhaled sharply, and balled my hands into fists. A moan escaped my lips, and a delicious warm tingling started to spread through my body from my clamped nipple.
The doctor removed his lab coat and handed it to the nurse.
“The subject also revealed to me that she found oral sex to be repugnant.”
His masculine fingers began to slowly unbuckle his leather belt. He pulled it free from his pants and passed it to the nurse who placed it gently over the lab coat draped over her arm.
The doctor reached for another clamp, this one with a short chain attached. My left nipple was fixed and he connected the loose end of the chain to the other clamp. He tugged on the chain and I shrieked, trying to force my torso up to alleviate the pain, the heavy strap digging into my neck keeping me in place.
“So I decided to concentrate on changing that attitude.”
The doctor freed his rock hard cock, and I looked at it with a mix of lust and terror. I know he is going to force it down my throat. It looks like it can’t possibly fit.
“I started conditioning the subject to respond to deep throat stimulation with an increased pleasurable experience of genital stimulation.”
The doctor gestured to the nurse, who slipped on a pair of black latex gloves and stepped between my aching thighs. She gingerly touched my sex, gently spreading my wetness up and down my exposed slit. I thrust my head back and moaned at the sensation, my teeth closing on the metal gag that held my mouth open. She placed a hand on my upper thigh and started working the other on my clit in small, slow circles.
“That’s a good girl,” The nurse whispers to me, and I press myself against her hand as much as the restraints allow.
The doctor’s large erection is dangling in front of my face, moisture glistening on the tip. He guides it into my mouth, still held open by the “O” gag.
“So,” grunts the doctor, “Pay attention to the subject’s response to genital stimulation as she experiences deep throat penetration.”
The doctor grabs my face and starts slowly working his dick down my throat. I cough and sputter, but he is relentless, shoving more hard cock in my mouth. I’m having trouble breathing, and I start to struggle and shake against my bonds. The doctor moves a hand to grip the chain between the clamps on my nipples. I feel his dick start to enter my throat.
A flash of colours erupt before my eyes as his dick slides into my throat. My body feels like it’s on fire. I can feel a million fingers sensuously sliding up and down my skin, and I moan against the huge dick in my throat. The nurse’s fingers on my pussy drive me into ecstasy and my body fights desperately against the restraints. My eyes roll back into my head as the doctor furiously pumps his huge dick in and out of my mouth. I can feel the chain tugging on my sore nipples, bumping with every thrust of the doctor’s hard cock.
“The patient has been conditioned to achieve climax only after her mouth has been flooded with semen,” The doctor pants.
The nurse leans in and takes my clit into her mouth while she pumps her fingers in and out of my soaking cunt. My eyes open wide at the sensation and I scream around the hard cock shoved down my throat. My doctor picks up the pace, thrusting harder and harder into my face – my head pinned in place against the cold steel table. I feel the doctor’s balls constrict as he is about to shoot streams of cum down my throat. I panic and try to wiggle my head free from his grasp; I’m terrified of choking on his seed.
“Stay still and take it, slut!” The doctor yells as he rips the nipple clamps off my body and shoots his load down my throat.
I feel a flood of hot liquid hit the back of my throat and my body explodes with pleasure. I feel like I'm floating, and wave after wave of orgasm washes over my body. I can’t see, I can only feel pleasure. It feels like I’m dying, but I don’t ever want it to stop – it feels like heaven.
When I come to, the room is dark and my jaw and body are aching.
“You preformed better than he expected, Pet,” the nurse whispered into my ear as she loosened my restraints. She rubbed my sore joints and helped me sit up on the table.
“You taste delicious,” she sighs into my ear, and then kisses me gently, her tongue dancing with mine.
“You need rest though, Pet.”
I don’t know if I can stand, I’m disoriented and confused. I look at the nurse helplessly, but no words come to mind.
The nurse wraps a paper gown around me, and helps me into a wheelchair.
“I’m going to put you to bed, Pet – God knows that you will need all of your strength for tomorrow...”
I remember her last comment alarming me, and I try to lift my hand to get her attention as she wheels me down the hallway, but it’s impossible. My head slumps backwards, drinking in the nurse’s sexy scent as she takes me to my room.
And then I slept.
Any comments, requests or complaints??
xoxox,
Axle
this entry has been writen with lots of emotions, and i can tell that you really are into this theme. usually such sentences come along with "However", this one does as well. so However even though i went through the first part as well i dont see a plot that ties al of these scenes together, you are writing one scene at a time and hence you aren't maintaining the flow of the series. i believe you should read "on writing" by stephen king, i think it'd really help, and even if it didnt its an interesting read anyway.
ReplyDeletedont get me wrong i think this entry is hot, however the artistic part of it needs somework, mainly you need to have 2 dimensional characters, you need to include more emotions and motives...i mean i know what they are doing but i dont know why they are doing it, or how did they get to this situation.
i think your work is promising though and with some practice you'd great.
Re-reading this today I'm seeing a lot of things I want to edit.
ReplyDeleteInstead of writing #4 I'm going to concentrate on reworking this chapter.
Thanks for your constructive feedback, c-n-s, I appreciate that you took the time to share it with me!
If anybody else has any thoughts or suggestions, I'm all ears!
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