OrgasmUniversity

by Jennifer Kacey

  Victoria hadn’t noticed it, too busy in her mental gymnastics to even take in her surroundings.

  She stepped up on the single riser at the bottom of the table and turned around between two specialized metal stirrups. The full metal braces chilled her as she brushed them with her backside. She lied and told herself it had nothing to do with the snap of the gloves he put on beside her.

  He helped lay her back, lifting her legs one at a time into the matching braces.

  The metal hugged her legs all the way to the soles of her feet. She shivered from the temperature difference of the stirrups and his gloved hands. He tugged her hips closer to him until her ass perched on the edge of the table.

  Instead of sitting on the stool and getting started with whatever he had planned, he went to the cabinet, retrieving several ACE bandages.

  Starting on her right thigh, he wrapped her leg clear down to her toes, then repeated it on her other leg with an additional bandage.

  Medical bondage.

  She’d read about it over her last few days of researching BDSM and submission. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart as he wrapped her tightly. When he finished with both legs he turned a small dial attached to the braces. They widened several notches, making her suck in a breath. Everything he did made her aware of exactly the predicament he had her in, sucking her farther into the need to come.

  “Right now blood is rushing to the walls of your vagina, clitoris and the surrounding tissue, including your anus. Endorphins are flooding your bloodstream, keeping you hyper-focused on the here and now.” He stepped beside her, exposing additional braces hidden inside the table. They were narrow, shaped like her arm, and they latched into some kind of groove with a click. He lifted one of her arms, placing it on the bar, which sat at a ninety-degree angle to the rest of her.

  He produced another ACE bandage from the pocket on his coat, wrapping her from her biceps down to her fingers.

  “Your vaginal walls secrete tiny beads of lubricating moisture that coalesce into larger beads. That silky liquid is what tells me I’m on the right track. Your heart rate increases…” He moved to her other arm, trailing the tips of his vinyl-covered fingers along her shoulder, her clavicle and up her neck. He pressed slightly on her carotid artery, bringing her attention to her pulse, which beat heavily beneath his touch.

  “If I’m doing something right, your nipples become erect.” He palmed both of them and she moaned when he pinched them each in turn. Then he swung out a secondary bar on her other side, binding her only free limb to it. Each wrap of the stretchy elastic around her arm covered more and more skin until her fingers disappeared.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, not wanting to break the spell he’d cast over her body.

  “Binding you so you can’t go anywhere.”

  But she didn’t want to go anywhere, she wouldn’t leave even if he offered the chance to walk away. ”But why?”

  “Because you like it.”

  She stared at him. He was wrong. She didn’t like it. She loved it.

  Her preconceived notions of BDSM were so skewed. She’d always pictured submission about serving a master. Catering to the dominant. She was submitting to him, but he was doing everything to make her feel good. She’d never even been able to touch him, and that upset her more than she wanted to admit.

  He exposed every hidden part of her when he tied any piece of her. She’d never been so horny in all her life, knowing she couldn’t get away. The intensity scared as well as excited her.

  “Do you know how many nerves you have in your pelvis?” He squeezed the hard nubbin between her legs once before walking away. A moan was as much answer as she could muster. “Thousands in your clitoris alone. That’s a lot of pleasure to be had.”

  He lubed up his fingers, spreading it from her clit to her anus, which both flared to life as he paid them special attention.

  Fighting to remain calm, she stared at him, licking her lips, trying to remember not to get attached to him. To the feelings he gave her. Her breathing stuttered in her chest when he held up a strange-looking speculum.

  It was lubed in no time and without any explanation at all, he slid it into her pussy, opening her wide.

  “There’s no difference in that than at my regular gyno appointments. Why all the pomp and circumstance to get me ready for it?”

  “Really? No difference at all?” He flipped a switch below the table and a small electrical current jolted inside her sex, humming along her nerves, transmitting pure pleasure up her spine.

  She closed her eyes, lost in the amazing sensation.

  “It’s a Tens-Spec. Transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation. It also measures the contractions of your vaginal walls, thus measuring the strength and duration of your orgasm. Rather different than the ones you’ve had at your yearly visit, wouldn’t you say?”

  Her mouth opened, completely speechless. She rolled her tongue against her teeth, desperately wanting to give him pleasure in return.

  The squeak of noisy wheels got her attention as he wheeled over what looked like an IV stand, but instead of bags of liquid there were domed suction cups attached to the bottom of a pair of tubes.

  He placed one over each nipple and turned on the machine attached to the stand. A rhythmic alternating suction stole anything left of her mind still functioning.

  If she closed her eyes she could imagine two men sucking on her tits one after another. It was moist inside the cups and it truly replicated a wet mouth.

  He rolled a short table between her legs and sat down on a stool behind it. He held up a small dildo that he coated with lubrication. The sight of his hands on the toy nearly undid her. It had a tapered tip, flared in the middle, collapsed back in much smaller and then terminated into some kind of base that had wires protruding from it as well.

  He added more lube to his fingers and before she could get her brain to fire anything useful out of her mouth he’d buried one deliciously slick digit deep inside her ass.

  She expected it to hurt, waited for it even, but it never came. A sigh filled the space around them and he chuckled. “The pelvic nerve in females transmits from the vagina, cervix and rectum. It’s what makes anal sex pleasurable to both sexes.” He slipped his finger in and out, spreading lube. Added a second finger, coaxing her muscles to relax.

  “Tell me you want me to put the plug in. I want to hear you ask for it.”

  “I’m—ah…not certain I want the plug in. That’s a heck of a lot bigger than I’ve had so far.” He held up his two fingers next to the plug, and no wonder he thought she could take the plug. It wasn’t much bigger than his fingers. “What long fingers you have, Doctor.”

  “The better to tempt you with, my dear.” Instead of burying his fingers in her rear again, he teased the opening, slipping no more than a single tip inside.

  It took every ounce of strength she had to ask him, “Will you please put the plug inside me, Sir? I’d like it in my ass.”

  “With pleasure.” The tip of the plug touched her anus, separating her tight muscles as he forced it inside. She gasped when he got to the flared middle, expecting him to withdraw it and give her time to adjust. Instead, firm pressure increased until he forced her muscles apart, sliding the plug into place. The flat base was the only thing keeping her body from sucking it completely inside.

  A tiny snap kick-started vibration inside her ass.

  “Fuck…” slipped out, followed quickly by a quiet whimper. It hurt so good.

  “Good girl, and don’t forget your tiny little clit. We surely don’t want her left out.” He grabbed another tube she hadn’t seen before attached to the same pump her breasts were being manipulated by.

  The tube had a small cup on the end about the size of a dime and about as deep.

  He opened her labia, exposing her clit. The tiny suction cup sucked her clit much like a lover would with his mouth.

  “Did you know when you orgasm, researchers have discovered the areas of th
e brain involving emotion and fear are completely switched off? It’s why pain can feel so perfect.”

  Her orgasm threatened to detonate with one more suction of her clit inside the tiny tube. “Can I come, Sir? Please, can I come?”

  “It better be hard.”

  He suctioned her nubbin again. One more time, dragging it away from her body then flicked it with his finger. That was all it took.

  She sucked in a breath, holding it to keep from screaming loud enough for the entire floor to hear. She tossed her head back and forth, coming so hard she saw stars. Her back arched with the strength of the orgasm. She remained on the table due to the bandages alone. It was perfect.

  “You’re so fucking pretty when you come. I want another one. One more, just for me.” He whispered the last sentence. She didn’t know if she was supposed to hear, but it fed her soul.

  She was good enough for him. With him she was whole.

  He left the suction on her clit, turning it to pulse, sucking on her every few seconds. He removed the speculum and she whimpered, losing some of her climactic momentum.

  He stared at her and before he could say anything she admitted, “I trust you.”

  His eyes flashed a brighter green than she’d ever seen from him. He tucked two fingers in her pussy shoving them in deep. “You’re so damn silky. You’re perfect.”

  And she believed him. She didn’t second-guess what he said, what he wanted from her, because even if she offered him…anything…he’d refuse.

  He grabbed the lube, adding more to his fingers, coating almost his entire hand.

  “Like the plug in your ass, huh? And you thought you wouldn’t like anal.”

  “It’s nice,” she said with a serene smile.

  “Nice? We can do better than that.”

  He filled her with three fingers, stretching her pussy to make room for him. The plug vibration changed as he pushed against it. Steady driving strokes of his hand fucked her. She thought she knew what full was until he added a fourth finger. Her eyes flew open, as did her jaw and she moaned when she saw the look of sheer possession on Dr. Hottie’s face.

  “Oh God. Can I come? I need it, please, please, I—”

  “Come, Victoria. Come for me.” He swiped his thumb across her clit, dislodging the suction cup. She arched off the table again as much as her bonds would let her.

  Ecstasy wasn’t something she knew before that moment. Bliss was only a word in the dictionary. But no longer were they just words to be wished for.

  She knew them.

  They filled her pussy and ass, multiplying with every pump of his fist, every swipe of his thumb, every twist of his thick digits deep inside her core.

  Her moan burst forth, filling the room with a staccato groan of pleasure.

  She forgot to breathe. No other thought could survive through the blanket of satisfaction covering her from head to curled toes.

  He played her body like a fine-tuned instrument. No one else knew how to make her sing. Her hips moved on their own, her strength long ago depleted.

  Deliberately, his fingers slowed, her hum of happiness followed each shallow thrust until they slipped free.

  Everything was nearly perfect in that moment. If he was naked and inside her, then it would be complete. She opened her mouth, peeking at him, but his jaw was set, his nostrils flared. He looked intense.

  Her heart ratcheted up to another level. With everything they’d done, he never looked like that before.

  He removed all of the bandages and equipment from her body. He cleaned her up. She was so out of it, she could have sworn it felt like he licked her, but her eyelids were too heavy to check. He picked her up and carried her to the chair in the corner. He sat, holding her in his lap.

  Tears ran down her cheeks, knowing that was it. She should be happy, but utter sadness gripped her and wouldn’t let go.

  He soothed her as she cried on his shoulder, clutching his neck, knowing their time was almost up. He petted her back, her hip, a thigh. He whispered things to her, but her brain wouldn’t slow down or speed up enough to catch any of what he said.

  Finally at the end, minutes later, she calmed down enough to really hear him.

  “You’ve made exceptional progress. I’m so glad you joined the study, Jane.”

  She was nothing to him but a research subject.

  Nothing more. Every time she really thought they were getting closer, it was just her, for obvious reasons.

  She was being stupid and childish and she needed to get a grip. So he gave her an orgasm…

  Okay, a handful of them in less than an hour, but still. Orgasms shouldn’t be the number one checkmark on a relationship to-do list.

  “I’m ready to go,” she whispered. Lingering over something that was never going to happen was torture. She just needed to make a clean break of him, and completely avoid this portion of campus for the next…millennia.

  He eyed her, helping her up, making sure she could stand on her own. He must not have liked what he saw because he helped her get changed, which he’d never done before. She wanted to roll her eyes or throw another pity party. Get a grip.

  He walked her back up to the front without even a word and held the door open for her to step through, into the waiting room. He took her arm, thumbing the skin beneath her sleeve to lean in close to her ear. “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Jane.”

  “Good luck with your next Jane, Dr. Hot…lidge.” Victoria tried to smile, but it just wasn’t in her. “Very nice meeting you.”

  He grinned, closing the door just as one of the other nurses handed Victoria a clipboard with another questionnaire on it.

  Knowing her knees weren’t going to hold her any longer, she collapsed into one of the chairs close to the glass window. She filled out her exit survey, shaking the entire time.

  Dr. Hottie’s voice penetrated through the thin glass partition that stood slightly ajar.

  “I’m ready to meet with #143. I think she’s absolutely perfect and just what I’ve been looking for. And on the flip side, Jane Smith #129 needs to be completely dismissed from the study.”

  “Dismissed?” Jane whispered.

  “Dismissed?” the receptionist echoed. “But she’s been making great progress. Why would you want her out?”

  Victoria held her breath, wanting him to say something about her, about claiming her. Hopefully changing his mind about letting her leave. She wanted to be needed by him.

  Instead her heart sunk inside, hiding in the dark.

  “Her particular needs aren’t at all what the study’s about. So I need her completely removed from the program.”

  “She’ll be the first one we’ve had to do that for. You’re sure? Because once she’s out of the system, that’s it. You’ll have no info on her at all, and no way to get back in touch with her if you change your mind. Every piece of personal info will be redacted as well.”

  “I won’t need to find her again.”

  He walked away. His shoes echoing off the tiles in the back until he was no more. Like he wanted her to be. He wanted to completely erase everything they’d shared. All of what he’d been able to help her with. It was going to be scrubbed, and something that felt a heck of a lot like her heart crumbled in her chest.

  She closed her unfinished papers, and as calmly as she could, made her way to the counter, tapping on the glass.

  The receptionist slid it open all the way. “All done? That was quick.”

  Victoria didn’t want her looking at it too closely before she could leave so she said the first thing that came to mind. “Tell Dr. Hot…lidge thank you for me,”

  “Would you like to step back inside and tell him yourself?” She smiled up at her from behind the glass.

  She almost blurted out, YES, but stopped herself in the nick of time. “I’m sure he’s busy seeing his other patients.”

  “Oh no. He doesn’t see any of the other patients during the studies.”

  “What?”


  “You’re the only patient he’s actually performed the studies on. He normally reads all of the questionnaire answers, speaks with each woman at length before and after the experiments, and he’s the one that customizes each set of research directives. But that’s it. You’re the only one he has handled everything for. I think that might be why your results are so impressive. He’ll be going over them for weeks I’m quite sure.”

  It rendered her speechless. She had no idea what to say.

  She didn’t know what to think or how to process that she was different from the rest of his research subjects. Elation was her first response but she squashed it like a spider in the bath tub.

  If he’d wanted to see her again he could have asked for her number. Inquired about her in any manner other than the study she’d signed up for. Especially now that he was going to kick her out.

  Her heart sank, knowing this was it. She nodded at the receptionist and walked outside.

  She was no different than the other women he’d helped. Not really, even if she was the only one he performed the experiments on, and at least she knew she wasn’t broken or frigid. She was submissive. Her mind whirled with everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.

  She got in her SUV, drove home in a daze, parked in her driveway. After standing beside her vehicle for who knows how long she grabbed her purse and shut the door.

  Her phone went off in her purse, making her stumble. It was set to vibrate and reminded her of how the plug had felt tingling inside her ass. She scrambled to grab it, hoping maybe Dr. Hottie’s office was calling because he needed her back.

  Wanted her back.

  The screen read “Tabatha”, her best friend and coworker in the same department. She couldn’t help but get a bit choked up because it wasn’t him.

  “Hey, Tabs, everything okay?” She walked up the front steps to the front door.

  “Yeah. It’s fine, but are you doing all right? You’ve been pretty quiet lately. I wanted to call and check on you.”

  “I’m good, just had some…other stuff going on, but it’s done now. So what’s happening with you? Found your next victim yet?” She was notoriously trying to fix everyone up on a blind date and thankfully Victoria had stayed well and truly below her radar for the past few months.