by Megan West
“And,” she added, rushing ahead, “it seems like it was already hard enough to find a man I could enjoy being with. All this weirdness is just going to make it that much harder.”
“Or, now that you have better knowledge about what you need, maybe it could be easier?” he suggested.
“I guess I’m still not entirely confident this is the real me. It’s so hard to believe this is my life now. Like I’ve been told I have a chronic disease or something.”
“Well, that’s why you’re here. We can do some more testing and come to a conclusive result. But, I assure you, either way, your sexuality is not a disease. And you are very brave taking steps many people refuse to even consider and who end up going through their entire lives depressed and unsatisfied. Be proud of who you are and what you’re doing.”
Feeling a bit calmer, she smiled at him, very grateful he was the one helping her with all of this.
“Okay, I’m going to go out and let you get undressed. Take off everything you feel comfortable removing. There’s a robe behind the door. Knock twice when you’re all set.”
After last week there really wasn’t anything she felt she needed to conceal, especially after her careful preparations that morning. She took off her dress and underwear before slipping into the soft, cotton robe provided. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
When he came in, she had gotten on the exam table and was sitting with her hands tucked between her legs and her ankles crossed. She felt shy, but excited as well and wondered what the exam would bring.
Dr. Franklin sat on the rolling stool and moved it closer. Gently he placed his hands on her knees and coaxed her into separating her legs. When she pulled them apart, he moved the robe out of his way, exposing her pussy completely. Next, he inserted his finger into her pussy and probed around the soft opening.
“I see you’re already aroused. Your own natural lubricants are abundant and your clitoris is swollen.” He removed his finger and showed her how it glistened in the light.
Jennifer blushed, but didn’t say anything. Her heart was beating fast. His entirely clinical touch was turning her on so fast it was mortifying.
“Go ahead and lie back. Instead of using stirrups, you can place your feet on the table as close to your rear as you can and let your legs remain apart.”
She obeyed quickly, glad she could stare up at the ceiling while he continued the exam. Once she was in position, he swirled his finger inside her pussy and then probed her anus, slipping only the tip of his finger in. Jennifer wanted to squirm, but managed to keep still. Despite being uncomfortable, she couldn’t say it hurt.
“If you decide you’d like to partake in anal sex regularly, eventually you may be able to take a penis into your anus with little or no lubricant without worrying about injury.”
His finger withdrew, and he went over to the sink and washed his hands while Jennifer thought about what he said. She had no idea if she could ever handle full on anal sex. What they had done at her first appointment had overwhelmed her entirely, and she still wasn’t sure she had liked it, even if it had aroused her more than anything else.
“Do I have to do anal?” she asked.
He walked back to her and met her concerned gaze. “Absolutely not. You don’t have to do anything you truly don’t want to do. However, your dreams suggest pushing the limits is part of what arouses you. If you don’t challenge yourself to move outside your comfort zone, you may end up finding yourself getting complacent and bored very quickly.”
“How do I figure out what I really like and what I really don’t?”
Smiling, he said, “that’s what I’m here for.”
“Okay,” she replied with a grin.
“Tell me something. Have any of your dreams involved forced fellatio?”
Immediately her blush went to a bright red. “Uhm, yes. Very often.”
“And is fellatio something you typically enjoy doing?”
She shrugged as best she could lying down. “It’s okay. Kind of boring. It definitely doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Interesting. And how about in your dreams?”
“That’s what’s so weird. In my dreams, I’m being forced to do it, and I love it. But in real life, I only do it if the guy really hints around for it and makes it obvious he’s expecting it.”
Dr. Franklin walked around to the head of the table. “I’m going to drop this section down here,” he said, touching the padding next to her right ear. “I want you to let your head fall back once there’s no longer any table there for it to rest on.”
Jennifer did as he’d asked, feeling strangely vulnerable with her legs still wide open and her neck so vulnerable.
“Next I’m going to raise the table up a little.”
He did as he said and then moved to stand directly behind her. Jennifer’s eyebrows rose in alarm when she realized he had placed her at the perfect height to give him head, even if the position was very weird.
Without saying anything else, he undid his belt and lowered his zipper, pulling his cock out through the opening. He looked already fully erect and large.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered in a tone more commanding than he had used all evening.
She obeyed immediately. The head of his cock pressed against her pursed lips before forcing its way into her mouth. The doctor clasped her face between his hands and started thrusting between her lips. She was so shocked, she had no idea what to do.
At first he only slid about halfway in. But then he started to go in further with each inward motion. His cock started to block her airway. He left it there for a second or two before drawing back. She was gagging and struggling around his thick shaft.
Pretty soon he was hitting her nose with his balls each time, but she’d figured out it was like when he was stretching her ass. If she forced herself to keep calm and relax her muscles, it went much smoother. It wasn’t long before his use of her had her pussy thrumming with need.
He was completely silent while he fucked her face, and the only noises in the room were the slurping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her wet mouth. She thought he would keep going until he came, but as abruptly as he started, he stopped, removing himself completely with a loud wet POP that filled the room.
“I’m going to put the table back up.”
Once her head was supported again, he went to the other side of the table and sat down in his stool. Like before he inserted his finger into her pussy to test her level of arousal.
“Excellent. Exactly like I suspected. Your clitoris is nearly vibrating you are so aroused right now, and I can see your vaginal lubricant is flowing much more. Your body is completely ripe for intercourse.”
Jennifer was still in shock from the sudden, rough use of her mouth by the previously pleasant doctor and wasn’t sure what to say. She kept her eyes on the ceiling and waited for what would come next. For the first time, she was a little scared of him. But, at the same time, she knew he was right. Her need to be fucked was off the charts and it was only her mental discomfort that kept herself from begging him to immediately take her.
Apparently, he wasn’t going to wait for her to ask him. He stood, and without warning, dropped the lower half of the table down. Then he stepped between her legs and thrust his cock inside her. It was quick, hard, and completely unexpected.
There had never been anything else in her life feeling even remotely as good as being filled to the brim with this man’s dick. She moaned and then slapped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment at making any sound. Like before, he was completely quiet.
He fucked her like a machine, setting a steady pace of maximum-thrusting. Her tits playfully bounced from the bucking of his hips against her. When she looked at him, she saw he wasn’t looking at her. The expression on his face was the same one you would see when a man was maybe reading a newspaper or an interesting article online.
He definitely didn’t look like someone in the throes of passion. Other than
his cock and pelvis, he wasn’t touching her body. His hands were by his sides while he pumped in and out of her. He looked like he was simply—doing his job.
Her body didn’t seem to care whether or not he was enjoying himself. The way he moved his cock inside of her combined with everything else that had happened that night had her heading toward climax faster than ever before. She tightened up her inner muscles and clenched the fabric of the robe in her fists. Only barely was she able to keep from groaning out loud.
But right before she was about to orgasm, he stopped. He gave her a quick smile while he, with some difficulty, put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. More than a little disgruntled, she tried to keep the disappointment from her face. After all, he was here to examine her, not make her orgasm. If he wasn’t finishing, why should she be allowed to?
“Well, I think this has been very illuminating. In both cases I pretty much treated your body as if it was a blow up doll. I was rude and assuming. Nothing I did was about pleasing you or in consideration of you. Yet both times your level of arousal was either sustained or increased.
Jennifer was confused. “You mean you could tell I was about to, uhm, orgasm?”
“Yes, certainly. The signs are very clear.”
She really wanted to ask him why he hadn’t let her come, but he sounded so clinical about it, she couldn’t make herself ask. Mind racing, she tried to think of a way to form her question in terms relating to the exam but had no luck.
Dr. Franklin went over to a cabinet and took out a tube of something. Then he came back and moved the stool back between her legs. The end of the table was still down, so her pussy was right there in front of him.
“I’d like you to scoot down a little further please. I’m going to resume where we left off last week with your anus. I’ll need to start the stretching over, but once I feel your comfort level is sufficient, we will move ahead with testing intercourse in this area.”
“You’re going to fuck me in my ass?” Jennifer blurted out. Mortified, she covered her face with her left arm, wanting to kick herself for her outburst.
Dr. Franklin only chuckled though. “Yes, in layman’s terms, I will be fucking you in the ass. With your permission of course?”
Jennifer, feeling like a complete idiot, nodded.
“I know this must all seem terribly forward of me, but given your particular case and circumstances, I need to maintain a certain demeanor and impersonal attitude while conducting the individual exams.”
When he said it that way, it all made complete sense, of course.
“Would you like to continue?” he asked. “And, please, can you remove your arm from your face? I’d prefer to see you when you answer.”
With a sigh, she removed her arm and looked at the doctor. Thankfully, his expression was kind and patient. It was a little disconcerting to view him between her naked legs, but she was able to pull herself together enough to answer.
“Yes, I’d like to continue,” she said softly.
He smiled. “Good.”
Thinking back to the last time, she remembered something else that had come before the actual stretching.
“Are you going to punish me again?” she asked.
Dr. Franklin got a thoughtful look on his face. “Hm. Good question. Tell me, in your dreams, does punishment often precede anal intercourse?”
Blushing anew, she answered, “always.”
“I see. Well then, I think it would be best to carry on in that manner. What type of punishment from your dreams would you say has the greatest impact on your libido after you awaken?”
Jennifer had to think back. By now, there had been so many dreams it was hard for her to pin point an exact one. But the one that sprang immediately to mind was one of the more recent ones.
“Ah, I see you remembered. Your vagina has excreted a new flow of lubrication.”
“Oh, geez,” she muttered, embarrassed again. It was too much how well he could read her body.
“Now, Jennifer. What kind of doctor would I be if I couldn’t understand your physical reactions? It is nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Be thankful you’re healthy and your body responds in a positive manner.”
She knew he was right, but this was going to take some getting used to. She had always been shy with her body. While his friendly, clinical manner put her at ease, it was still all very new to her.
“Do you think you can tell me about your dream?”
Looking up at the ceiling again, she spoke. “I dreamt I messed up really bad at work. Instead of writing me up or firing me, the boss whipped me with his belt.”
“Okay. That’s good. Tell me more.”
Her face held a steady 100 degrees of embarrassment, she continued in a monotonous, detached tone, hating even thinking about the dream and how demeaning to her it was, especially since it had turned her on so much.
“He forced me over his desk and told me if I wanted to keep my job, I had to let him hit me with his belt. Then he lifted up my skirt and started striking me. In the dream it hurt a lot. I cried and cried. Then he lowered my underwear and whipped me more. Finally, when he was done, he ass fucked me. I orgasmed nearly instantly in the dream.”
Dr. Franklin patted her foot in approval. “Excellent. Thank you. I know that was hard for you.”
Jennifer stayed silent, staring at the ceiling even though she knew the doctor was waiting for a reply.
“Well, then. What do you think? Shall we try the belt?”
She had been afraid that was where this was going. How could she actually ask him to hit her with his belt? There’s no way it could possibly feel good. It would hurt too much. But he acted like it was normal, and she had loved it so much in the dream.
Finally looking at him, she asked, “Won’t it hurt?”
“It will,” he answered. “It will leave you with stripe marks on your rear end, and you’ll probably scream and cry. Not to mention how difficult it will be to sit down for the next several days.”
Growing agitated she sat up and threw her hands in the air. “Then why on earth would I want you to do that to me?”
“Because,” he said, taking her hands in his and staring into her eyes, “there’s something special inside you that will like it. There’s a part of you that takes that pain and elevates it to something beyond mere pleasure. You will experience a rush of endorphins like you never have before and even possibly enter a sort of wakeful dream state where the strike of the belt seems like it’s reaching you through ten layers of cotton.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened as she listened to him explain it all in a low, seductive voice. Somehow he made her want to feel the belt against her skin. He made the experience sound worth the pain.
“I don’t know,” she stammered.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
Strangely, she did. Even though this was only her second appointment and even though he had done things to her well outside the typical medical exam, she trusted him.
“Yes,” she said.
“Then let me share this with you. Everything we’ve done tonight and the previous night has indicated you will respond to this positively. I will give you five stripes with the belt and then have sex with you anally. You will most likely orgasm at least two times. And, when we’re done, you’ll be physically and emotionally drained. I will help you with that too. You will stay here with me until you’re able to function safely and discuss everything we did in a constructive manner. By the time you leave here, you’ll know if this is your sexuality.”
Mesmerized by his confidence, she nodded slowly. “Okay. I consent.”
He smiled at her. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. Go ahead and lie back down. Feet flat on the table, butt hanging over the end. I’m going to stretch you and then insert a plug to help you stay open while we do the punishment.”
Gulping, she laid down as he asked. He stretched her ass exactly as he had the other night. Only this time, once he’d gotten her comfortabl
e with two fingers, he lubed up a black, silicone anal plug and slid it into her body, tapping the flange on the bottom once it was in place.
“You did well,” he said when he was done. “Now up on your hands and knees, please.”
She flipped over and got up on all fours. When Dr. Franklin started lowering the table to put her at the right height, she had the same exact feeling like when she was on a roller coaster a date had talked her into going on. She was terrified and when she got to the top of the hill, nearly in a panic state. But then the coaster had gone over the hill, and she had ended up enjoying the ride.
Still, the part she remembered most of all was the sheer terror of the moment before going down the big drop. And now there wasn’t a bar locking her in or the complete lack of an exit.