I don't care for nurses and support staff as I have Lena demurely follow me into the examination room.
"Undress!” I order and soon she's naked and blushing violently as she shivers under the strong hospital air conditioning and the glaring white neon.
Fifteen minutes of normal tests: eyesight, hearing, measurements, nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing out of the ordinary is the detail I go into. Not one square inch of her body remains unchecked by my experienced eyes and knowing touch.
"What is this?” I say pointing to a small scar on her left thigh.
"I had a mole removed,” she says defensively in a small voice. I guessed as much but it doesn't harm to have the pretty girl on edge.
"Up on the table. Put your feet in the stirrups and your hands in the cuffs on either side.”
This is a special table custom-made for me by some friends of mine in China. It has some delicious additions to the normal OB/GYN exam chair. The stirrups are controlled by a small but very powerful electric motor which enables me to adjust the angle of a patient’s legs once they have been securely strapped in. Versatile and solid, the table is able to accommodate any exam position I desire.
I feel my cock strain in my pants as I watch Lena's consternation as she finally resigns herself and climbs up onto the cold hard steel. Normally I'd have the table covered with soft cotton bedsheets, but today I make her discomfort the centerpiece of Lena's experience. It is important that her mind is given ample chance to suffer through the pain and humiliation of her training thus enabling her to bask in the glory of being a fully mature submissive when it is complete.
The cold harsh steel against her soft virginal skin is merely one of many aspects of her new life that shall cause her discomfort these next couple of weeks.
I can see her beautiful white skin covered in goosebumps and shivering as she places her feet in the stirrups in her hands in the cuffs on each side of the table. I have her body placed in a horizontal position with her head gently tilted back. This will enable me to access the full length of her throat most easily.
“Why the cuffs, Master?” She finally asks.
“I don't want you to harm yourself while you are on the table," I explain placing a rubber stress ball in each of her hands as I securely shackle her wrists in place. "Some of the things I will do to you now will not be pleasant. Some will actually be uncomfortable and even painful. But you will do everything I ask you and suffer through it all for me, won’t you?”
I look down at her and I see her already start to cry but she nods yes. “Use the stress balls I put in your hands and squeeze them to distract yourself when necessary.” Immediately I can see her little fists start pumping against the hard rubber. My sweet little darling girl.
I can see her look at me questioningly trying to guess what I will do to her first.
Sometimes a girl needs to be taught the virtues of patience and trust and there is nothing like the denial of her screaming curiosity to accomplish that task. I know she wants to ask me a million questions but I carefully ignore her pleading eyes and teary angelic face as I proceed to prepare the instruments for her first procedure today.
I press some buttons on the table and she gasps loudly when the stirrups move and her legs are moved up and spread widely. Her little butt is almost raised in the air with the strain on her tendons as the machine forces her long athletic legs wide offering me all the access I will ever need to her nether region. Before she has a chance to realize what is happening, I use medical tape to affix a tiny remote-controlled vibrator on the apex of her beauty lips exactly on top of her clitoral hood. Powerful and operated by a program on my laptop, it will soon start sending jolts of vibrations against her inexperienced clity. The timer is set to initiate at random periods. Every aspect of today is a learning experience for her and to be treated that way. I want her to be ready to cum at any moment regardless of the discomfort or pain she might be feeling.
She's blushing deeply now and straining to look down between her heaving breasts attempting to see what I put on top of her sensitive pleasure bud.
"It is little more than one hour since you had your breakfast," I say. "This should have given your body enough time to absorb the nutrients and sugar from the honey and cookies you ate. But still…" I place two fingers at her mouth. Obediently she immediately opens and I move my hands exploring around her tongue and beneath it before gently and slowly moving to the back of her throat.
I intend to make her gag. I push my fingers against her little ring at the back of her throat. She is so tight there. Her eyes grow big and tears spring running down her high cheekbones as I unceremoniously pump my two fingers in her throat. I bring my other hand and place it gently on her forehead holding her down to the back of the headrest.
Finally she starts heaving and I move to the side allowing her to turn her head and expel whatever meager remains of food and breakfast there might be in her stomach. I need her belly empty for what I need to do next.
“I…, oh God," she moans, "Why why did you do that?” she says taking deep breaths and trying to calm her shivering body.
"Shhhh, little one," I say. "Yours is not to ask, but to suffer through." I move my fingers back to her lips and wait. She looks at me pleadingly but then opens her mouth again. Again I plunge my fingers back to the base of her tongue and then expand them sideways in a scissor-like motion. She gags and heaves again. And again I give her a moment to expel on the floor. I use a wet towel to wipe down her flushed face and clean her up.
*
Lena:
Why, oh why is he doing this to me? I cannot stop the millions of questions from maddeningly shuffling through my head like a storm as he takes a long moment to gently caress my face. I look him in the eyes and see genuine love and caring and I steel myself for whatever is to follow. I know I will do go through with anything my master wants to do to me today. Anything at all.
Then a buzzing noise fills the room and my hips almost fly off the table with the vibrating jolts I suddenly feel at the top of my cunny. Were it not for the tight belt holding my thighs securely attached to the table on either side, I would have surely fallen off. The sensation is the last thing I expected and takes me completely by surprise. I can't help notice a smile spread across my master’s otherwise intense expression.
"Oh my God!!!” I scream.
"Open again please,” master says and I look up to see him holding what looks like a long plastic tube with a little balloon at the end of it. I whimper and blink away tears as I open my moth obediently and he feeds me the slithery length inch by inch passing it down my tongue into the back of my throat. I feel a tickling sensation at the very back of my chest as it keeps traveling and traveling down. Finally the long slithery tube stops its journey and I realize with consternation that my gag reflex is somewhat subdued probably as a result of the mind-boggling sensations coming from between my widely spread legs. I feel the tube start its journey back out and I see Dr. Branigan write something down on a notepad.
“Open!” he says and again the slithering tickle resumes as the tube worms its way down my throat and into my chest. Suddenly I feel pressure there, a burning sensation and then something gives as the tube that had stopped its movement resumes it again and sinks in deeper down through my mouth. I would ask him what he's doing but I am afraid to do so with this thing embedded all the way down my chest.
“Lena, look at me,” my master says and I obey. “You will now feel a slight tightness in your chest. I am doing some tests there. Nothing harmful but you will feel discomfort. Just breathe through your nose and use the rubber balls I gave you, okay?”
I nod and then the most incredible sensations explode like fireworks between my hips as I start to violently cum tied down and spread on the doctor’s steel exam table. My master smiles knowingly and looks down at an instrument panel by his side where he pushes a button and a low whirring sound starts somewhere in the room. The sensation in my chest is indescribable. I
t feels like that moment after having drank a gallon of Coke or Pepsi at the breakfast stand and you have to burp. I take a deep breath and make a an effort to release the odd sensation coming from my stomach but nothing happens. If anything it just intensifies. It is as if a bubble of air is being pumped straight into my belly from above.
My breathing becomes more labored as I discover I can only take small breaths now. Finally my convulsions subside and the vibrator down between my legs suddenly falls silent. The only sounds in the empty hospital room are my labored breathing and the whirring of an unknown machine pumping air into my stomach.
After what feels like an eternity, I see my master nod and press a button. Suddenly the whirring stops and I feel relief! The long tube starts coming back out my chest and I see Dr. Branigan make another note in his pad.
He comes to tower above my head and gently daubs away the rivulets of sweat trickling down my face.
"I have a question, sweetheart. Your throat is very tight. I can tell it will be very painful later when you have to swallow my cock. You haven't seen it yet, but my manhood is almost 2 inches thick and 11 inches long. I have been told I am a rather violent lover… In other words, once I start thrusting, I don’t slow down or stop any time soon. My personal preference is to allow you to keep the tightness down there at the back of your throat as it is. It will give me that much more pleasure when I feel my thick head slip past your voicebox. But you will feel considerable discomfort.”
“If I go ahead and simply use my cock to batter past, the trauma might even cause you to lose your voice for a couple of weeks until you heal. I want to give you a choice. I can use a catheter to artificially expand and train your throat right now. It will not be pleasant, but you will enjoy the benefits of a relaxed anatomy there later, when I take you with my cock.”
“Tell me, sweetheart what do you prefer. Do you want me to leave it as it is and use my cock as a battering ram later, perhaps tonight? Or would you rather I do it under more controlled circumstances now?"
For a moment my brain freezes as I try to comprehend his question. Suddenly the infernal little device between my legs resumes its vibrations and I almost faint overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
“Sweetheart," I feel his hand rub my shoulder gently. “I need you to tell me what you prefer or I will make the decision myself.”
I open my eyes with what feels like a superhuman effort. "Later, Master. Please… Use your cock to open it later. Please…" I hear myself say and my mind goes back to the sensations exploding throughout my pelvis.
“Very well, Lena, that is probably what would have been my choice anyway.”
Dr. Branigan smiles and steps around to stand at the foot of the table between my widely spread legs. Suddenly I feel his ungloved fingers on my lips down there and I gasp with the intensity of the thrills his touch causes. I can feel him spreading me wide open as he crouches down and looks straight into me. “A healthy and tight little pussy with an intact maidenhead," he comments and I hear his pen scribbling notes. “Moistens readily and very sensual.” I hear him say in a thoughtful voice.
~
My First Deep Cleanse
Master:
Lena’s body is my temple. Lying in my examination room at my hospital on my steel exam table, she is willingly tied down and helpless, her body covered in a delectable sheen of sweat. She is not even through her first day of training yet. I have hardly touched her at all and yet the anticipation is making every last nerve in her body vibrate with raging intensity. I have started keeping a log of her climaxes. Last night was her first. She is about to experience the fourth orgasm of her young life.
She has yet to see me unclothed. She has yet to come to grips with what it means to be my woman. She has yet to touch me. But first, I have to prepare her for the ordeal that lies ahead. I cannot bear the thought that any harm comes upon my beautiful little Lena. Her body is so soft, so delicate, I need to train it before I can even start her indoctrination. Patience is a good master’s true strength.
At twenty, her sheltered life has hardly prepared her for the tribulations that lie ahead. And yet, in her eyes I see a kindred soul. Her body speaks to me even if her lips remain silent. Her ardent needs are like those of a long-lost lover, a soul-mate whose every breath is like a book I want to devour. I have to still my galloping heart and calm my raging lust. I have to be strong for my Lena and guide her through the weeks of training that lie ahead.
*
“Lena.”
“Yes, Master,” her voice is so deliciously sweet.
“I want you to tell me every time you experience an orgasm, sweetheart. I’d like to keep tabs on the health of your body and it is important that I know how your sexual training is coming along.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I prefer that you inform me immediately when it happens, even if we happen to be out, say at a dinner party, or simply visiting friends. I want you to walk up to me, and if there are other people, whisper it in my ear. I need to know everything that happens to you. You can do that, can you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Also, if you have a wet dream, like last night, I want you to tell me about that too.”
“I will, Master.”
“Good girl.”
“Tell me, sweetheart, what do you know about enemas?” I ask. I can hear her breath catch as I place the tips of both my index fingers at her dark little puckered opening and use the palms of my hand to open her cheeks unveiling her bum for me like the pit of a fruit. Her juices have leaked onto her rosebud covering it in shiny wetness that makes my mouth water. I bend forward and for the first time kiss her there. I taste her and feel her and sense how her little circular muscle vibrates with intensity beneath my lips. The taste of her virgin orifice, untouched and naïve is something out of this world.
"I –, oh my God, not again –" the little vibrator I have attached above her clitoral hood comes to life. It is controlled by a program running on my laptop. I can see her toes curl as she strains with the unusual feelings buffeting her innocent little body as she makes the steel table shake beneath her. I can only begin to imagine the whirlwind of emotions buffeting her innocent mind.
"Lena! Talk to me," I say in a stern voice. "I asked you a question. You know what happens when you ignore me." I move my hands and gently pass my nails across her reddened bum cheeks still recovering from the smarting I gave them last night.
"Oh, oh, oh, sorry, M-master, I don't know much about enemas," her little voice comes from the other side of the table. It sounds labored and breathless as if she is making a monumental effort to conceptualize every single syllable before enunciating it aloud.
"Have you ever had one?"
"No! N-never," she says adamantly. And just then her fourth orgasm ever takes her by surprise making her tight pussy visibly squirm beneath my gaze. I press on with a smile. "Tell me anything you know about enemas."
"Oh my God, my God, oh my God, I-I don't know…. They are done to cleanse people from the inside. People buy stuff at pharmacies that they then inject up their bums if they cannot go to the bathroom. That is all I know, Master. Please, sincerely, really, I don't know anything else. Please don't do anything. Please don't touch me," her voice is hysterical now, words tumbling out like rocks in a quarry.
"You don't want me to touch you?" I smile. "Touch you where? Touch you how? Touch you here, like that?" I bent forward and start kissing her twitching dark shiny rosebud like the mouth of a panting lover. I keep at it for a good long time during which I hear her incessant babbling that fills the room along with the humming of the merciless vibrator taped across her twitching clity. "Are you sure you want me to stop? Because if you do, I will." I say in absolute seriousness.
"N-no, please…" I hear her small voice faint and weak from up ahead.
"What? What was that? I didn't hear, sweetheart. Please speak up."
"Please, M-master, don't stop," she says, her voice all broken up by whimpers
and sobs. I can only imagine what my beautiful little submissive is going through as I bend forward and resume Frenching her twitching little bud that will soon be submitted to so much more.
*
Lena:
Out of nowhere a torrent of thoughts fill my head. I feel closer to him than I have ever felt to anyone before. Naked and tied down to his table, I am at his mercy. We haven't been together in bed yet. Not unless you count this morning when his hands barely made it to my shoulders. Every cell of my body screams for him as I close my eyes and allow the rapture of sensations to envelop me like a warm blanket. His lips, down there, doing unspeakable things to me, make me feel like butter on a hot skillet.
"Oh. My. Gaaawdd." I exhale that last word making the syllable blend into a loud squeak as I feel his tongue enter my forbidden tightness that was never meant to be touched like that. Incoherent and disjointed thoughts assault my mind. Is he a romantic? How big is he? Will he ever unveil himself to me? I cannot wait! I giggle and then I start crying. Tears are pouring down my face. I am a mess. The novelty of it all has ruptured my world and now my entire brain is trying to readjust like tectonic plates of thought and meaning rubbing against their borders with every lap of his wonderful tongue.
He doesn't stop and I suddenly wonder if it is possible to experience a climax from merely the touch of somebody's lips down there. I suppose I have a lot to learn because the answer hits me like lightning on a clear summer day taking me by surprise and rendering my world in two. Unlike my previous climaxes, this one comes and goes instantaneously like a searing flash of light leaving my senses overwhelmed and my eyes temporarily blind to anything else as I fall back against the hard steel table and breathe gulping down oxygen like a fish on dry land.
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