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“Thank you all for gathering at such short notice this evening, gentlemen,” The doctor addressed the crowd through the one-way mirror.
The doctor picked up his clipboard and scanned the first few pages.
“The patient first came to see me about problems pertaining to 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 that relationship and sex counselling with a professional would probably be her best option.
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 I had any relevant experience helping patients cope with similar issues. When I informed her that I had, she asked if I would continue to consult with her. This is how she became my patient.”
The doctor walked slowly to the examination table, and the electricity in the air was palpable. He placed his hands on my thighs, feeling the taut muscles straining for release, and stretched to their limit. He gently pressed down and forced them further apart. The metal stirrups clicked into a wider position, and I yelped in surprise and pain.
“Be a good girl, you can take it,” he whispered gently to me before turning to address the invisible crowd again. He left a hand resting sensously on my thigh.
“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 to discuss 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 a morally wrong and inappropriate practise.”
Although the room had felt cold at first, the heat of the lights on my body was starting to get uncomfortable. I squirm quietly on the examination table and let out a small screech as a bolt of pain shoots through my pelvis. I whimper softly as I struggle to find a more comfortable position, my eyes brimming with tears.
The doctor glanced at me briefly before continuing.
“This, as you can imagine, was a considerable hurdle to have to overcome. I could talk at length about this topic, and perhaps I will in another lecture. Suffice it to say that the subject underwent a gradual attitude adjustment under my supervision, 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 strides forward and selects a needle and a small vial of clear liquid from the metal tray beside the table. She looks over my helpless form slyly as she prepares 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 in order to determine whether or not her interest was maladaptive, and aid in my diagnosis.”
The nurse wiped a small area of my upper arm with a cotton ball before deftly slipping the needle into my skin.
“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. I inhale his scent, my breathing slows, and my body relaxes slowly. It feels as if I'm sinking into a warm, comfortable bath.
“My opinion was that the subject was deeply submissive, and in need of a dominant personality to complement her own. I prepared an extensive training program to allow the subjects submissive side to surface completely. We will discuss the training sessions on another occasion.
The relationship with her partner dissolved slowly over the course of our sessions together. His personality and demeanour became counterproductive in terms of the patient’s training. The subject craved more forceful and aggressive handling, and began to respond to our sessions in a primal, almost animalistic fashion.”
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 and preparation, but it soon became a labour of love.”
The doctor gently touched my face, and then slapped me hard across the cheek. I gasped in surprise, and felt a rush of pleasure travel through me. My nipples hardened.
“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 roughly into my nipples.
“This is why the patient is so physically aroused - she has been trained to respond in this fashion. I have actually never seen a patient respond so favourably to this type of treatment,” 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. My scream reverberates through the room as I inhale sharply, and ball my hands into fists. A moan escapes my lips, and a delicious warm tingling sensation starts to creep through my body.
The doctor removes his lab coat and hands it to the nurse.
“The subject also revealed to me that she found oral sex to be repugnant.”
His masculine fingers begin to slowly unbuckle his leather belt. He pulls it free from his pants and passes it to the nurse who places it gently over the lab coat draped across her arm.
The doctor reaches for another clamp, this one with a short chain attached. He fastens it to my left nipple and connects the loose end of the chain to the opposite clamp. He tugs on the chain and I shriek, 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 look at it with a mix of lust and terror. I know he is going to force it down my throat.
“I started conditioning the subject to respond to deep throat stimulation with an increased pleasurable experience of genital stimulation.”
The doctor motions to the nurse, who slips on a pair of black latex gloves and steps between my spread thighs. She gingerly touches my sex, gently spreading my wetness up and down my exposed slit. I thrust my head back and moan at the sensation, my teeth closing on the metal gag holding my mouth open. She places a hand on my inner thigh and starts working the other on my clit in small, slow circles.
“That’s a good girl,” The nurse whispers to me, and leans down to slowly lick my exposed slit.
The doctor’s large erection is dangling in front of my face, moisture glistening on the tip. He guides it through the metal gag and into my mouth.
“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 scream around his thick member as he tugs on the metal, and I feel the nurse slip two fingers inside me. She softly sucks my clit into her mouth and flicks the tip of her tongue against it. The doctor’s dick starts to enter my throat.
A flash of colours erupt before my eyes as his dick slides deep into me. 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 cock in my throat. The nurse’s tongue on my pussy drives 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 trained to achieve climax only after her mouth has been flooded with semen,” The doctor pants.
The nurse continues to pump her fingers in and out of my soaking cunt. I’m struggling to breathe as my cries are stifled by the hard cock shoved down my throat. The doctor picks up the pace, thrusting harder and harder into my face – my head pinned in place against the cold steel table. He grips my hair with both hands and shoves his huge cock deeper into me. The doctor’s breathing quickens, and his thrusts become more insistant. I feel his balls constrict as he prepares 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.
“Stay still and take it, slut!” The doctor yells as he rips the nipple clamps off my body and shoots his load into my mouth.
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 hear, I can’t see, I can only feel unadulterated 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 whispers into my ear as she loosens my restraints. She rubs my sore joints and helps me sit up. My legs are weak and shaking as she gently guides them to the side of the table.
“You taste delicious,” she sighs into my ear, and then kisses me gently, her tongue dancing with mine.
“I would love another lick, but you need your rest, 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.
She wraps a paper gown around me, and helps me into a wheelchair.
“I’m going to put you to bed, Sugar – you need to rest up for the training 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.
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