Tales of Bondage and Submission: Award Winning Erotica

by Powerone

  "Calm down, Joanna, we need to clean you up for the rest of the exam.” Dr. Michaels finally chose to respond. “It is necessary for you to be secured,” his hands lightly stroking her face. “We won't hurt you anymore than you want.” He knew these last words would barely register in her dazed condition. His hands slid down her back, her head turning towards him as he softly caressed her skin, moving to her ass cheeks.

  Joanna looked over her shoulders at her upraised ass, her legs spread wide, the doctors viewing her from behind. She shouldn't be embarrassed after all of them witnessed her orgasms, but the bondage, the spread of her body and the unknown made it humiliating to be in such a position. She tugged on her arms and legs as some of her strength began to return, but the leather straps held fast. “Why are you doing this to me?” she cried.

  Dr. Michaels moved over towards her, his hand reaching out to her, touching her lightly. “It's okay Joanna; we just need to get you clean inside and out."

  "Inside? What are you going to do?” she shrieked in panic. Dr. Jameson moved toward her, a large red enema bag in his hand. She looked at the tube, the black nozzle looked so huge. She had never had an enema before but she had heard stories about them and knew it was something she never wanted to experience.

  "We are going to put a speculum in your rectum to see if there are any polyps, so we must clean it out first. Just relax. It is relatively painless. You will feel a little bloating and towards the end you will experience some cramping, nothing that you can't handle. It's standard procedure for internal examinations. The table has drains and with the shower, we will be able to clean you off relatively easy.” Dr. Michaels put on a pair of sterile gloves, snapping the material loudly in the quiet room.

  Joanna put her head down onto the rubber pillow, turning away from them, not wanting to see what they were going to do, resigned to the fact. But, she could still hear Dr. Michaels's lecture.

  "The upraised position of Joanna allows easy access to her anus,” Dr. Michaels told the others. “The straps are necessary to make sure the patient is kept in position and doesn't do damage to her anal tract by any sudden movements while the nozzle is inside her. This is a large enema bag but I only want Joanna to go through it once. Normally I would do two-to-three small enemas starting with a hot, then warm and finally a one cold. That is the most efficient method of flushing out the anal tract. In Joanna's case, we will use a hot, soapy enema. It will work faster, though the soap has a tendency to cramp more, it does eliminate the need for multiple enemas."

  Joanna jerked when she felt Dr. Michaels's hand touching her anus again. This time his finger was cold and rubbery massaging the tiny rosebud, lubricating it for bigger things. “MMMGG,” she moaned, as her anus was once again forced open by his finger, the digit moving deeper than before, in and out, lubricating her anal tract for the nozzle.

  "See how her anus is distended by my finger, having to stretch around it. The anus is very flexible and can expand to take quite large things without tearing, as long as care is used during insertion. While it does tend to burn when stretched, anal intercourse can be a very pleasurable experience for the female. Many tiny nerve endings in the anus are stimulated when the female is sodomized. A penis inserted inside the anal tract gives a sense of fullness to the female. If the vagina is similarly filled at the same time it can result in an anal orgasm for the female."

  "Are you doing all right, Joanna?” He pulled his finger from her anus, all of them watching as the tiny hole closed. “The anus will shrink back down to almost its original size. Even after anal intercourse, the anus will shrink back to its previous size and shape in less than a week, unlike the vagina, which rarely returns to its initial size. Many men find this very desirable and this is the reason why men enjoy sodomizing women so much. It is like having a virgin over and over,” he laughed.

  Dr. Michaels took the nozzle and coated it with lubricant up and down the shaft as if it were a cock. She raised her head then put it down again, he wasn't even paying attention to her, he was only interested in her tiny anus. She felt the hard plastic nozzle push against her greased opening. She gritted her teeth, bearing down, trying to stop the hard nozzle from entering her.

  "You will notice that Joanna is trying to stop the insertion of the nozzle by bearing down with her sphincter muscles. Her anal tract is sufficiently lubricated as is the hard nozzle and her efforts will be in vain. See, there goes the nozzle,” the others watched as Dr. Michaels pushed harder, the black plastic nozzle sliding over four inches into her, passing through her rectum before entering her colon. He patted Joanna's ass, “there now, that's not so bad, Joanna."

  She gasped as her asshole was suddenly and swiftly filled with the hard plastic, unyielding as it ran along her lubricated back passage. She felt Dr. Michaels pull the nozzle about two inches out, before pushing it back in again, this time it going deeper. She couldn't even raise her hips or spread her legs wider, to relieve the uncomfortable feeling deep inside her, the straps preventing all movement.

  "Take a deep breath, Joanna. You will feel the water rushing into you rapidly. It will be hot and will cause you to sweat. You will feel a little pain when it begins to move into your colon and then fill you and begin to give you a little cramping. You will experience a bloated feeling. You must hold the water in."

  She had never felt anything like this before. The strange feeling as her insides began to fill caused her to buck on the table, trying to escape, the straps holding her tightly spread before them. “Stop!” she screamed. A sharp pain, the water now rushed deep inside her. She looked back, the giant red bag only half-empty, a light sweat already covering her body. God, her stomach felt like she ate too much at Thanksgiving, her abdomen began to swell. She wanted to close her legs, the straps holding her tightly. “No more,” she begged in futility.

  Dr. Michaels squeezed the bag, sending a torrent of water rushing into her bowels. She looked back again, her face clearly showing her anguish as she was unmercifully filled. “Good girl, Joanna, almost finished.” He gave the bag another quick squeeze, shooting the last flood of water deep into her colon.

  "I'm going to pull the nozzle from your anal tract, Joanna, and replace it with my finger. You're going to have to hold the water for a while so it can penetrate the walls and cleanse them before you release it. I want you to squeeze very tight and don't let it escape. It's important that you hold it or we will have to do it again. You don't want that, do you, Joanna?"

  "Please, at least release the straps so I can go to the bathroom when you let me. I don't think I will be able to wait."

  "That's not necessary Joanna. You will release it here. The table has a drain built into bottom and I have a very fine, warm spray that I will use to rinse you off. Don't worry; just release it when I tell you."

  "God, no! You're not going to watch while I let it out. NO!"

  She looked back as Dr. Michaels lubricated his gloved fingers, knowing that she would soon be penetrated again. She felt the nozzle sliding out of her anus, and she gripped it tightly with her sphincter, not wanting to release the fluids gurgling deep inside her. She tightened even more as she felt it leave but was instantly penetrated by two, slick fat fingers. Her anus spread wide around the digits moving inside her. She firmly bore down on them.

  "As I've mentioned, Joanna has a very strong sphincter muscle.” He moved his fingers inside her, feeling her clench and unclench on them as he did. “Her partner will have a very desirable experience when she decides to have anal sex. You're doing great Johanna,” She jumped and he knew the cramps were starting. “I know, the cramps hurt but you must hold it a little longer. Doctors, would you see what you can do to help take Joanna's mind off of the cramps?"

  "No!” Joanna demanded, but it didn't do any good. She felt a hand slide underneath her along her pussy lips before reaching her clit, grabbing it with two large fingers and rubbing back and forth. Another hand pushed under her breasts, tightening on the firm flesh, fingers moving over he
r nipples, bringing them back to hardness again. Oh, please no, not again.

  "Can you cum for us again, Joanna? If you cum, I will release my fingers and let you drain the liquid filling your bowels.” He was amused as she began to hump the finger rubbing her pussy almost before he finished his statement, knowing that she would do anything to stop the cramps. “Yes, that's good; let their fingers find the places you love them to touch."

  The masturbating quickly aroused her again, the fingers in her asshole massaging her anal tract, her sphincter gripping tightly as her body was rocked with cramps. She had to cum, had to stop the cramps.

  "It looks like Johanna is ready, doctors. Come on, Johanna, let your juices flow again, cum for us.” Her hips bounced up and down on Dr. Jameson’ two fingers inside her pussy, pushing them in and out, her clit slamming against the other fingers hard, sending flashes of pain and pleasure to her brain.

  "Yesss!” she cried this time, her pussy gushing as she came. She felt her asshole suddenly emptied of fingers, her sphincter unable to hold back any longer, her orgasm sweeping her body away. She felt the liquid shoot out her asshole with such force that it opened her anus wide. It clamped shut, only to open again, another torrent of water shooting out before closing again. This time two fingers entered again, triggering another explosive orgasm before they once more left her empty, her anus opening to shoot out the last of the water. She humped up and down on the fingers like a dog in heat, her anus puckering open and closed, her anal tract beginning to spasm. She felt warm water slowly spraying over her body, a soft hand running over it, lightly cleaning her. It touched her anus, spread it open and she felt the warm water cascading over her rosebud.

  "There. It's all done now, Joanna.” He let a finger slip inside her relaxed anus, entering her rectum, her sphincter barely gripping it. “You're much more relaxed now, Joanna."

  Her arms and legs were released as Dr. Michaels wiped her with a soft towel, paying special attention to her breasts and between her legs, the terry cotton towel rubbing the tender flesh. Dr. Michaels helped her up and then over to the exam table, the sight of the ominous stirrups causing her sense of dread to return.

  "Now for the rest of the exam, Joanna.” Dr. Michaels uncovered the instruments under the towel.

  Dr. Michaels led Joanna to the ominous looking gynecological exam table. It was more of a padded, black leather chair than a table, fully adjustable to go from upright at 75 degrees, all the way down so that the head would even be lower than the rest of the body. Most foreboding was the stirrups as they weren't what she had expected. These were sleek troughs of metal, each bent sharply to the sides, the walls almost as thick as a leg, connected with strange gears and levers. Joanna's mind made her immediately afraid at how they would bend and spread her legs when secured in them. And secured they would be. Thick black leather straps highlighted the bright metal, three on each stirrup, able to secure her legs at the thigh and below the knee, leaving her leg no other choice but to move with the stirrups. She understood how exposed it would leave her, her sex open to whatever they had planned for her.

  As she was being led to the gynecological table, the eyes of the other doctors followed her naked body as she walked, her breasts bouncing. She could actually feel Dr. Michaels watch the gentle sway of her naked ass as she walked. They hadn't offered her an exam gown and Joanna was too embarrassed to ask for one. She felt a hand at her waist, instantly recognizing Dr. Michaels's soft touch as compared to the others who seemed unsure and fumbled with her body.

  "Now relax, Joanna. I know this appears imposing, but it is not as scary as it looks. It is really quite comfortable. Now turn around and sit on the table. It will be cold for a second but your skin will warm it up quickly.” Dr. Michaels helped her onto the table, watched her ass as she slid around, his cock hard already.

  She sat demurely; bit her lower lip, her thighs clamped tightly together. She looked so beautiful, her long blond hair hanging to the side, slightly tussled, her breasts rose and fell the nipples hard from the chill in the air, Dr. Michaels always made sure that it was on the cold side. The cold took their minds off the things being done to their bodies, always looking for ways to stay warm.

  Joanna's blue eyes were wide open, searched the room as if she were looking for a way to escape. Dr. Michaels put his hands on her legs, slightly above her knees, enjoyed the touch of her downy skin, loved the feel of this nineteen-year-old girl and her sleek silky thighs just made to be caressed. He looked in her eyes, “lean forward a little,” a small remote in his hand made the back of the table move forward, her back erect, forced her tits to push out. “Yes, like that, Joanna,” he loved the way her young breasts were so prominently displayed. He pushed her hair to the side, uncovered her breasts and nipples so all of the doctors could view her. He cupped both of her globes, hefted them in his large hands, able to encircle them both from below.

  He spoke to the other doctors again, “we have already checked her breasts for lumps and previously found that Joanna has a tendency to get aroused when her nipples are pinched. We have found in our research study so far that many girls of Joanna's age and inclination find it very sexually stimulating to have their nipples and breasts rudely handled. We have begun to do further test studies of subjects in this research group and we shall continue with Joanna."

  He watched the mixed emotions play on her face, just like all of the others. They hated the doctors doing things to their bodies, unable to stop them, but once begun they enjoyed it, all of them forced to cum under the expert hands of his team of “doctors.” He saw her mouth begin to open as if to speak, “sshh, Joanna,” he whispered to her, “you will enjoy this, I guarantee it."

  He spoke to the doctors again, “in our other studies, we have learned that it is best for the test subject not to see what is happening, letting her rely on her other senses. This heightens the sexual experience. For this, we will blindfold Joanna. Dr. Stevens, would you mind placing the blindfold on Joanna?"

  He noted the panic in her eyes as he handed the blindfold to Dr. Stevens. “It's okay, Joanna, just part of the research project.” His hands went to her thighs again, felt her tightly clenched muscles. He rubbed sensuously, her eyes looked confused just before the blindfold slipped over them.

  God, she thought she would cum when his hands lightly touched her thighs as darkness engulfed her; the blindfold blocked all light. She could only hear the sounds of the doctors in the room and feel Dr. Michaels's hands on her thighs. It was more of the touch of a lover than a doctor; the hands attempted to arouse her and succeeded at it. Her nipples hurt, ached to be touched. He had been right, his touch seemed to be magnified now, her body poised but unsure of where his hands would touch next, excited by the thought, eagerly awaited his touch. “Ooh!” the feel of something cold, metal underneath her breasts, a calloused hand hefted her breasts as the object pushed underneath. She felt a similar touch on the top of her breasts; the twin cold objects seemed to trap her flesh between them.

  "Tighten them slowly,” she heard Dr. Michaels say as hands fumbled at her sides, the metal bars closed, Joanna felt the pressure on her breasts as they were squeezed between the rigid bars. “Please,” she begged as her breasts became uncomfortably compressed, the blood pushed into her already hard and swollen nipples further inflamed her lust. She gritted her teeth as the pain increased, her youthful breasts trapped between the twin bars, the resilient flesh squeezed, only able to imagine how they looked to the doctors, her proud breasts now crushed between the unyielding metal. Her nipples ached to be touched, blood pounded in the tips. Her hands clenched the edge of the chair; she refused to stop them, let them have their way with her breasts, hoped that they would work on her nipples. She knew she would cum if they only touched her there.

  "You will notice how resilient her breasts are,” Dr. Michaels spoke to the others. “Young girls’ breasts are so malleable, almost begging to be bound tightly. A little tighter, yes, that's good. See how swollen her nipples are
? They must be over an inch long, the blood compressed into the hardened tips. This will make them very sensitive, more so than normal. Even her areolas are pushed outward, making such lovely targets for any type of clamping or pinching device.” Dr. Michaels rubbed a ragged fingernail just outside the edge of her areola; Joanna arched her back, thrust her breasts into his fingers, seeking any type of touch. “Note how Joanna's body eagerly seeks relief. She is now receptive to any stimuli, pleasure and even pain. We have found that in many of our test subjects.” Dr. Michaels picked up four miniature clothespins, only an inch long, but still with powerful springs. “Start the camera, Dr. Stevens; I want to capture the reaction of Joanna as we increase the stimulation. Aim it on her face while Dr. Williams tapes the part of her body that is being stimulated. The final tape will be edited together so we will be able to see what is happening and how she is reacting all at the same time."

  They filmed her body again, naked, blindfolded, her breasts bound tightly together as they further tormented her sexually charged body. “Ow!!” she screamed as her areola felt the sudden severe pinch of some unknown object. She shook her breasts, unable to get rid of whatever they had secured to her tender flesh; the movement just increased the pain. Her eyes began to tear beneath her blindfold, her hands white from clenching tightly as she endured the pain. “It hurts, please take if off!” she begged them, then as she felt Dr. Michaels's hand slowly move between her legs, relaxed her tightened muscles as she began to spread them open, almost as if she was welcoming him. His hands moved to the inside of her tender thighs, pushed outward, forced her to spread wider, now sure that all eyes were on her pussy as she slowly revealed herself to them yet again. The pain in her breasts had gone from a sharp pain to a dull, throb, her nipples felt like they might burst. Dr. Michaels's hands, still very insistent, increased the spread of her legs, sliding up and down her silky thighs, almost touched her pussy, but stopped just short to move back down, pushed outward again. Joanna had no choice but to increase the spread of her legs. She felt her pussy cream from the duel ravishment of her breasts and the forced spread of her legs for the doctors’ pleasure.