Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play)

by Bennet, Ashley K.

  For her part, Valerie knew better. She understood how the right strokes and caresses and stimuli against the correct parts of the body could elicit a climax. The subject’s desires were completely irrelevant. It didn’t matter whether or not Melanie wanted to be aroused by another woman. Those tantalizing touches would speed her heart rate and make her horny, and nothing Melanie did could change that fact.

  Just as Melanie was about to come, Valerie pulled her sudsy hand and sponge from the warm water. She let her hands drip for a second before setting the sponge aside.

  With her total focus directed at Valerie, Melanie seemed confused for several seconds. It was like her aroused brain didn’t know how to process what was happening to her. An involuntary groan escaped my wife’s pretty mouth. Melanie couldn’t help herself, not when that delicious vaginal stimulation suddenly disappeared.

  She didn’t suffer from desperation though, not when Nurse Valerie lifted a razor blade. “Now, if you want to come, sweetie, you’re going to have to be nice and still for me. Do this, and I’ll give you that treat we talked about. Okay?”

  This time, Melanie managed to shake her head more fervently. The drug wouldn’t last much longer, but I had faith in my subordinate. Valerie knew her business so she quickly and efficiently began to slice away that unwanted body hair from my wife’s body. Inch by inch, she made sure Melanie would be nice and smooth for the next part of her treatment.

  With the steel blade so close to some of her most sensitive bits, Melanie went very still. She became completely cooperative as my nurse worked.

  Nurse Valerie worked the razor like an artist with a paint brush. Stroke by stroke, she removed most of my patient’s body hair. Valerie shaved away Melanie’s pubic hair as well as the hair from beneath my patient’s arms. It was slow, careful work. And when she finished, Valerie smirked down at the captive patient and asked, “Are you ready for your treat, sweetie? You’ve been so very good, so now you deserve it.”

  Having calmed down, Melanie tried to shake her head again. Although she made her position and desires very clear, Valerie took up a pair of latex gloves. She snapped them onto her fingers, dipped her hand into the water, and quickly found my wife’s pussy.

  Melanie was adorable as she tried to hold off on that biological imperative. She strained against the restraints, but Melanie couldn’t break free. And with every second, Valerie’s latex-coated fingers stroked and teased against my wife’s clitoris. Little by little, Melanie flushed and splashed the water. She was holding out better than I might have expected.

  Yet within a minute, perhaps two, the orgasm bloomed through Melanie’s body. Her lips shook and she gasped, whimpering as the pleasure rushed throughout her flesh. Melanie’s lips and cheeks scrunched up, but she couldn’t help herself. The orgasm couldn’t be stopped, no matter how ashamed or violated Melanie felt.

  Shaking my head, I minimized the screen and went back to work.

  Melanie Brent

  After that horrid nurse shaved off my body hair, she dried me off and walked me back to my room. By that point, I could move around on my feet, but just barely. She held me up and picked my direction for me. It wasn’t hard. I was as weak as a kitten.

  With expert maneuvers, Nurse Valerie got me back to my room. Then she nudged me down onto the hospital bed and secured my arms and legs. The straps were medical grade, each one made from that brown leather and white cotton.

  At each step, I resisted. I fought back with everything I had, which turned out to be basically nothing. I was too weak, and she was too well trained. At one point, I tried to lift my arm to smack her, but Valerie noticed and forced my hand down to the bed’s sheets. She held me down almost as a side thought.

  “The doctor will see you shortly,” Nurse Valerie announced and left the room.

  While she was gone, I was forced to lay there and wait. I stared up at the ceiling. Once that got boring, a development that took less than a minute, I worked on lifting my head so I could scan the rest of my surroundings.

  It was a hospital room. There was really nothing else to say.

  I should have simply remained motionless, defiant, calm, and seemingly at peace with all of this. There wasn’t anything I could do to change my circumstances, so I should have been planning. I knew he couldn’t hold me here indefinitely. In time, a judge would have to check on me, right? It wasn’t like a doctor could just abduct someone without some sort of hearing or something.

  Intellectually, I knew all of that, yet none of it made me feel any better. I was never very good at being powerless, especially now that it was my husband who decided to take me prisoner. Making it harder, I kept wondering what he had planned for me. Why go through all this trouble?

  Adrian was so hard to predict. Although plenty of people saw him as aloof and calculating, I had seen his passions on more than one occasion. He could be just as energetic as anyone else. Most of the time, his emotions focused on his ambitions.

  For a little while anyway, I managed to lay there like a good patient. Only once or twice, I stretched or readjusted to keep certain parts of my anatomy from falling asleep. Since there wasn't a clock, I couldn't know how long I spent in that room. But second by second, I could feel my nerves start to fray.

  I started to test the strength of my restraints. These hospital shackles didn't hurt, but when I strained against them, they were perfectly unyielding. The cotton would give a tiny bit, but it wasn't enough for me to wiggle my wrists free. When I first started to work against the restraints, I'd hoped that this would keep me calm.

  It didn't.

  Little by little, I wanted to shout were thrashed about. Some primal part of me kept whispering that if I threw all of my strength against the shackles, then they would have to break apart or I would slip free. Of course, I knew that wasn't true. These manacles would mean much if they can and keep the patient in place.

  Just to distract myself, I tugged on the restraints. At first, this was just about venting my frustration, but as I writhed on that bed, I couldn't help but think of how I started the day as Adrian's equal. Now? I was his patient. Now he had total power over me. He proved that when he and his subordinates had taken me here in the first place.

  Thinking back to Tony and Valerie and how easily they talk to me, I couldn't help feel weak and silly and angry. It wasn't fair! How was I to know they would use a sedative on me? As the aroma of antiseptics filled my nose and white on white color schemes dominated my vision, I thought of my husband’s arrogant smirk.

  Something in me snapped, and I started to struggle. That quiet writhing turned into something else, something I can't entirely control. I started to kick and punch, thinking maybe I could jerk one limb free from the restraints. If so, then I might have been able to free myself and sneak out of here.

  My breathing turned shallow and ragged as I pulled and tugged and fought the medical restraints. At one point, I thought I felt my wrist slip free. Excitement bloomed in my chest, and I could hardly contain my anticipation. But when I tried to raise my hand all the way up, I felt the stiff resistance of the leather and cotton.

  That may be more determined. I started to throw my weight from side to side, thinking that might help. Time, at least for the moment, was on my side as I continued to fight the restraints.

  By that point, the sedative had mostly worn off, at least as near as I could tell. It was hard to gauge my strength when I couldn't really move, yet those doubts never stifled my determination. My doctor was not going to defeat me, even if he happened to be my husband as well.

  I growled, I cried out, and as the adrenaline pumped through my body, I gave it everything I had. I was not going to let the straps holding in place. I was not going to let my husband equally helpless. No matter how I betrayed him, I was still an independent woman who would make her own decisions. He was not going to cow me into submission.

  My muscles strained against the leather until I thought the material had to stretch and break.

  I
t didn't.

  Panting and exhausted, I fell back into the sheets and stared at the ceiling, wishing I could set the entire clinic on fire with just the heat of my stare.

  The door opened and my doctor stepped inside. He carried a tablet computer and had his eyes aimed down at the screen. "I must say, I admire your determination. That was a spirited if futile attempt at escape." Adrian didn't bother pretending he had any respect or me, not at this moment when he had me at such a disadvantage.

  "You can't hold me like this forever. Going to find a way out." Eyes level, I tried to bring to bear every drop of intimidating ferocity I could summon. Despite being a doctor and in charge of this clinic, he couldn't do whatever he wanted.

  "Actually, I'm very certain that I can keep you here." He shook his head as though the notion of me eating able to defy him was simply amusing. "Do you remember all those times when I told you about my research and you nodded along, glassy eyed and obviously bored? Well, now you're going to get to learn all about it. First-hand."

  Opening my mouth, I could feel the pounding of my heart. Anger and nervousness mixed together as I stared back at him. He was so confident, so sure of himself and his ability to control me. Finally, I swallowed and offered up a piece of my pride. Maybe that was all he really wanted.

  "Look, you've proved your point. You can do whatever you want, now let me go. I promise I'll make the divorce easy." Shamefully, my voice quivered a little bit.

  Adrian lowered the tablet and held it against his chest. Shaking his head, he smiled wistfully and said very slowly, "The divorce is not going to happen. But don't worry, I'm not going to be thinking of you as my wife. I'm going to be thinking of you as my patient."

  "What? What are you planning on doing?"

  "For now let's stay focused. I want to make sure that you have a good examination before we talk about your treatment." He took up the tablet again scrolled across a couple of pages of information. "Fortunately, I rehab most of the records I need. Very nice they are husband of the doctor." He glanced back up with me and grinned like a condescending jerk.

  Before she left, Nurse Valerie had put one of those paper towns across my body and secured it around my neck. Like all hospital gowns, it provided little protection. So when Adrian approached the bed and picked up his stethoscope, there was little I could do to stop them.

  Pulling the gown aside, he touched the end of his stethoscope to my chest, right between my breasts. Once or twice, I tugged on the restraints again, only to stop when he smirked down at me. My movements weren't as furtive as I might've hoped.

  As he checks my pulse, Adrian stared off into the distance and said, "You won't break those. They're way too strong."

  Flustered and frustrated, I let my whole body go limp.

  "Good girl," he said and moved the end of the stethoscope along the length of my body. The metal was still cold and sent shivered goose bumps up and down my arms.

  After about a minute of that, my doctor took off the stethoscope and started to check different parts of my body with his hands. He pressed his fingers against my shoulders, my biceps, and my wrists. I've no idea what he was looking for or hoped to find. In any case, I wasn't going to appear weak by asking.

  Satisfied with my upper body, Adrian step back and started to examine my feet, my ankles, and my thighs. "You really do have a remarkable body. I'm very proud of you."

  "Proud of me? I don't belong to you," I insisted with as much venom as I could muster. Rather than look abashed, Adrian smiled and nodded.

  "Not yet," he said, smug. “Now, just one more test. Think you can pass?”

  “Test?” I squeaked. I tried again, fighting hard to sound serious, “Look, just let me go and I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.” That was a lie, but I didn’t care.

  “Yes,” he said, ignoring my plea. “This is a test. I want to see just how responsive you are. That’ll be an important part of your treatment. Or should I just consult your nurse?”

  At first, that question didn’t make sense to me. But then his meaning clicked into place as he placed his hand right between my legs. His fingers snaked down beneath the paper gown. I started to squirm again, thinking I might be able to evade him for a few seconds.

  Embarrassment burned through me because someone had seen it. Adrian had watched on his damned surveillance system as Nurse Valerie stroked me and forced me to orgasm against my will. It wasn’t fair! She wasn’t supposed to be able to do that.

  Gritting my teeth, I thought about how I wasn’t sedated this time. The drug had mostly faded from my bloodstream. Squirming my hips up and down and from side to side, I tried to keep my sensitive bits away from his teasing fingers. It had been bad with the nurse because I never wanted to be touched by another girl, but this seemed worse.

  We were supposed to be getting a divorce. He was supposed to be fighting me in court, losing to me in court.

  But this? This was too much, and my pathetic little squirms were the only way I could resist. For his part, Adrian smirked at me as though this person kind of game. Maybe he enjoyed the challenge.

  Ultimately, it didn't really matter because his fingers quickly found my slit. Now, when I wiggled or moved, my vaginal lips caressed his fingertips. Right away, I could feel my mistake as a flush of unwanted pleasure washed through my nervous system.

  My nostrils flared and my muscles clenched into place. Going absolutely still, I refused to move or make this easy for my doctor and his probing fingers. He pressed forward and slipped his fingers past my lips. It should have been harder, but damn it, my lips parted for him as though he belonged inside of me. I loathed submitting, but my body went against my wishes. He used me and teased me and humiliated me so much without a word.

  Just those gentle strokes. “How long do you think it’ll take you to orgasm?” he asked with clinical interest. In spite of his tone, I spotted the glee crinkled around my husband’s eyes. He had me helpless and at his mercy. He could play with me however he wished, and nothing I did or said could change that. Swallowing again, I glanced down and saw that he had become hard at the prospect of playing with me.

  With one hand, he petted my pussy, teasing my lips. After each second, my chest rose and fell and I could feel my nipples harden. Arousal pounded through me. Pursing my lips into an insincere frown, I glared at him but then my expression changed as he pressed his fingers between my lips and slid them around.

  Hot and wet, I shuddered with the onset of desire. Yearning coiled through my chest, wrapping its intensity all throughout my physicality. It felt like every single one of my nerves tingled even though Adrian only played with one very specific part of my anatomy.

  He fingered me with one hand and flicked his attention between my reactions and his watch. He was timing me, waiting to see how long it would take for me to come. Nibbling down on my lower lip, I didn’t know what to do.

  Finally, the desires got the better of me. I was going to come. I saw that now. It didn’t matter how hard I fought. Also, it wasn’t like I could protect some kind of dignity. I tried to betray him, so my doctor viewed this as an appropriate punishment.

  Those thoughts flashed through my head as I clenched my eyes shut and opened my mouth. My breath caught in my throat as the orgasm rushed through me like a jolt of electricity. Hot and white, it flashed in a blur of sensation: touch, taste and somehow light.

  “Forty-five seconds,” announced my doctor. “Good. Very good. Now, should we do that again?”

  “Again?” I stammered, “No. No, not necessary.”

  Doctor Adrian Brent, my husband, tapped his computer table a couple of times. Satisfied with his records, he slid his finger back into my slit. He did it with that same frustratingly clinical efficiency. He treated this like any other medical procedure.

  Despite the latex barrier between the firm heat of his fingers and the ultra-vulnerable nerves of my vagina, I squirmed at his touch and struggled again. He was toying with me now. I could see it in his gaze, the wa
y he almost smiled down at me. This wasn’t some sort of test.

  No, he just wanted to make me orgasm.

  He wanted me to feel helpless, unable to stop him. I had tried to steal control from a man accustomed to ruling his surroundings. That betrayal would have stung at his ego, but he wasn’t going to let that happen.

  “Can we beat forty-five seconds?” he asked, his voice quiet. He sounded only mildly interested, the way doctors so often speak to their patients.

  I opened my mouth to snap back with something vicious and stinging. I didn’t get the chance because the second orgasm rocked through my body. I felt it like a spray of tingling throughout my body, then an explosion of pleasure. My body tried to clench and curl up on itself. Like I just wanted to assume a fetal position, but I couldn’t because of the restraints.

  Safe and secure, I couldn’t move my arms and legs far enough. Adrian saw to that.

  “Thirty-one seconds,” he announced, though this time he didn’t bother to make a note of it. And when he placed his two fingers by my mouth, I didn’t give him the chance to punish me. Maybe if those orgasms hadn’t already sapped so much of my defiance, I would have tried to bite or fight him.

  I licked his fingers. He pushed them into my mouth, and I sucked on them. The mixed taste of latex and my own juices played on my taste buds. I glowered back at him, but he didn’t care.

  “There, there. You like being a good girl, don’t you?” he asked. “Yeah, I think you do. You’re such a good patient. Well, guess what? We’re going to get started with your treatment very soon.” Only then did he pull his fingers free, returning my ability to speak.

  “Adrian, there’s nothing wrong with me,” I said, my voice insistent, almost demanding. “There’s nothing wrong with me!” I tried to rip myself free of the medical bondage again, but those stupid straps kept me down.

  “Not true,” he said and shook his head. “You clearly need to work on your behavioral control. Oh, and there will be some cosmetic changes as well.”