“Now be a good girl and we’ll get you dressed. Then the doctor will be in to see you shortly,” Valerie said as she unbuckled the clasps that kept my arms trapped at my sides. I turned to her slowly, thinking about how good it would feel to smack her, but I couldn’t bring myself to attack the person who happened to be freeing me.
Even when the straightjacket came off, I couldn’t think of what to do. Thinking back to the orderlies in the hall, burly guys like Tony, I decided this would be a bad time to try to escape. Instead, I needed to stay where I was and play along.
The jacket came off, and Valerie folded it up. She then placed it on the counter, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out something for me to wear. “Here you go, sweetie.” She handed me a pair of panties and a bra large enough for my enlarged globes.
I looked down at the two garments. Both black with laced trim, they looked like something a sexy French maid might put on, but that wasn’t me. Or at least it wasn’t before this transformation.
Shrugging off the paper gown, I looked forward to putting on some real clothes. Nurse Valerie stepped back, but it was clear she wouldn’t offer me even a shred of privacy. In fact, once I was naked, she craned her neck and nodded to herself, “He did a good job. You won’t be able to notice any scarring at all.”
Anger kindled at the base of my torso, but I ignored it and tossed her nothing more than a perfunctory glare. I didn’t speak, thinking that doing so might trigger a more aggressive reaction.
“He’s going to be very happy with you,” she said as I pulled up the panties. They were snug, more like lingerie than something I could really wear in public. Next came on the bra. The silk felt good against my breasts. The extra weight was unusual, but I was getting used to it faster than I would have otherwise guessed.
Once I was dressed, Valerie told me to stand in the middle of the room, to raise my arms, and to stare straight ahead. I nibbled at my lower lip and glanced from side to side for about three seconds before deciding to cooperate one more time.
I wanted to save my anger for Adrian. Attacking Valerie with words or fists wouldn’t do any good.
So I went to the middle of the room, lifted my arms up, and swallowed back my embarrassment as Valerie took my measurements. She checked my waist, my bust, and my butt. Again, I yearned to smack her, but doing so would have been counterproductive.
Content with the data she collected, Valerie nodded to herself and ordered me to wait there. As she closed the door behind her, my nurse politely said I could sit on the bed if I wanted.
The door shut with the click of a lock, and I stood there, unsure of myself. There was a mirror to one side. About the size of a computer monitor, it showed me my new reflection. Some part of me still couldn’t believe it.
When the door opened again, Adrian strolled in. He had his usual tablet and informed me, “Nurse Valerie said you were very cooperative.” He leaned against the far wall as I turned back to face him, my fingers tightening into fists as I considered what I should do.
“You’re not going to get away with this.”
“Really?” he asked. “So you think you can do something about your treatment at this point?” He strolled over and ran his fingers through my now blonde-strands. Cupping my cheeks with his palms, he made me stare back at his eyes. “Melanie, you’re mine now. All we need to do is work on your training.”
“Training?” I demanded. “You think I can be trained?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Like for example, I think you need a spanking. You know, just so you can learn what happens when you misbehave.”
“Screw you!”
“Not yet,” he said with a cocky grin. “But there will be a punishment every time you speak disrespectfully. Melanie, what you need to understand is that you don’t get to have any individual rights, not anymore. You had the chance to be my wife. That obviously didn’t work out, so now you’re a slave.”
I blinked back at him several times. “You can’t be serious.” I wanted to laugh, but then something about his expression told me that would be a bad idea. Instead, I took a gamble, shrugged him off and headed right for the door.
He wasn’t going to stop me. He couldn’t. Before, they had me drugged, but now I was could scream. I could make it clear to his other patients that I didn’t belong here. Realizing this, my steps were buoyed with an extra spurt of confidence.
I got to the door and reached for the handle when he ordered, “Stop.”
I paused, just long enough for him to say, “Turn around and crawl back to me.”
About to laugh, I hesitated again, ready to rub his nose in the fact that he couldn’t control me anymore and he must have realized it. Adrian took up his tablet and clicked on one of the icons.
A blast of pain shot down my spine. It didn’t seem to come from anywhere in particular. It just felt as if random pain receptors went wild for a second. I nearly fell down, and the air caught in my lungs, paralyzed.
Then, just as quickly as that pain appeared, it vanished.
“On all fours, crawl over to me like a good little animal. Or sex toy. Whatever. I’ll let you pick,” he said with casual disinterest.
“No,” I said and shook my head as though a gesture could enhance my confidence. “That wasn’t you!”
“Those chips are for behavioral modification,” he explained. “I can punish you. And I can reward you.” Holding up the tablet with one hand, he clicked another icon with the other. I braced myself for another wave of pain. I should have prepared myself for an entirely different sensation.
My whole body convulsed as this burst of pleasure washed over me. I nearly doubled over and fell down onto my knees. I quivered as my pussy moistened almost instantaneously. The heat splashed across my body, like this eruption of magma from my shoulders down to that spot between my thighs. I gasped and closed my eyes, doing everything I could to keep from dropping down right there.
“You see? You’re mine.”
“How?” I exhaled that one word, not really expecting an answer.
But of course, my arrogant bastard of a husband had to give me one anyway. “I could explain the science, but all we really need to determine right now is whether or not your new modifications work.”
“You can’t use them against me,” I said without any real support.
“Can’t I?” he asked and punished me with another blast of pain. It burned across my skin as I inhaled a sharp puff of air between my teeth. “On your knees. Then crawl over here. That’s when the fun will start.”
Again, I wanted to laugh at him. This should have been hilarious, but I had already endured that blast of pain twice, and my body tingled from the onslaught of pleasure. I couldn’t believe it but when he tapped on that tablet, he could control what I felt. Reaching down for the healed incisions, part of me wanted to call this magic even as I knew it was just very advanced science.
Damn it. Adrian was arrogant, but he deserved to be when he could wield that kind of intellect. This could change the world, and he was going to start with me.
Jaw tight, I realized I didn’t get a choice. He could continue tapping those buttons until I was writhing on the floor, from either pleasure or pain. He could control me, so I had to hold out as long as possible. That didn’t mean resisting at every step. No, I had to play along, at least a little.
So I did it.
Like a well trained wife, I got down on my hands and knees, and I crawled over to him. Each movement of my arms and legs felt degrading. Heat clouded over my cheeks as I blushed brightly. That made his smile widen even further.
“Are you all healed up?”
I glared but didn’t respond. That turned out to be a mistake because my husband tapped on his computer again. The signal jumped out, hit one of my receivers, and a blast of pain rocketed down my spine. I couldn’t even name it, not exactly. With normal pain, it made sense. You had a stimulus. Like you stubbed your toe or burned your hand. This just seemed to come out from everywhere and
nowhere at once.
“Yes!” I squealed, “Yes! I’m all healed up.”
“Prove it,” he said. “Let’s see you do some of your exercises.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. You liked working out in the living room. You’d do your little jumping jacks and whatnot. Let’s see you do it again. As your doctor, I’m very concerned about your wellbeing,” he said with absolutely no trace of irony. We had been together long enough that I could read that sarcasm anyway. He was taunting me.
“Screw you,” I said, which made him tap another icon. I braced myself for the rush of agony, but the sensations squeezed me, hot and yearning at the same time. My lungs contracted with another gasp. It felt so good. As it happened, the pleasure seemed to last forever until it vanished, leaving me cool and damp at the same time.
“Be a good patient. You have to do what your doctor says,” Adrian said and patted me on the head.
I only meant to obey him, but I nodded as well. He smirked, catching the gesture easily. I got back onto my feet and walked over to the middle of the room. His eyes pressed down on me the entire time. As he checked out my ass, I couldn’t help but take inventory of this new body.
When I faced him again, I caught my reflection in the window. There were thick hedges just outside, so no one would notice me, no one except me.
“Let’s see you stretch first,” ordered Adrian.
No, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t going to play along anymore. The idea of stretching or showing off for him made my body roil with shame. Before he could say anything, I dashed for the door. Making it five feet, I started to think I could do this until another blast of pain shot through me. It crushed my will and made me tumble. I might have fallen except I managed to grab onto the door’s handle to stay on my feet.
“Back in place. Now.”
“I’m going to get you for this,” I said, spinning around quick enough to make my blonde hair splashed down against my bare back.
“Sure you will,” he said and watched as I took my former spot.
“Hands over your head.”
I did it. I held my hands over my head and stretched for the ceiling. “Hold it,” he ordered. Then Adrian came closer. He didn’t have the tablet in hand, but it didn’t matter. He was still stronger than me, so if I had tried to run, it would have taken little effort for him to pin me down. Besides, I had lost the element of surprise.
With my arms over my head, I could only watch and shiver in anticipation as he reached up and ran his hands along the length of my torso. Starting at my clavicle, his fingers hovered just above me. I could feel the warmth of his touch even though he refused to make contact.
I started to shiver, and of course he noticed. He was very good about noting those physiological reactions. “Ah, see how sensitive you are?” he said. “Very nice. That’s going to make you a lot more useful.”
“Useful?” I demanded. “Useful as what?”
“My sex to. An object to be used and played with.”
“You’re not going to get away with this.”
He grinned at me. He looked so sure and happy at the same time, like a little boy who was absolutely confident that yes, he would. “At some point,” he said, stepping even closer. I could feel his breath against my ear, and it made me shudder with another rush of pleasure and anticipation, “you’re going to like this. You’re going to like your spot at my feet or on your knees. You’ll learn to live for the taste of me. And then, you won’t think about trying to get away. You won’t think of this as captivity.”
“Never.”
He smirked again, and I thought I heard the echo of a chuckle. But then I couldn’t think about it at all because he reached up and took my breasts in hand. “I didn’t just make them bigger,” he said as his thumbs played along my nipples. He didn’t need to continue because I felt how much more receptive they were. My nipples hardened instantly, and I had to fight down another aroused gasp. I didn’t want him to know just how effective his treatment was turning out to be, though deep down I could tell he already guessed.
“I also made sure you were very receptive. Every time I touch you or play with you, you’ll hardly be able to stand it without begging for an orgasm.”
“No!” I cried back, louder than I anticipated. To be frank, I was close to screaming out for him. I could already tell my panties were damp. But then he just smiled back at me, condescending and demeaning all at the same time.
With one hand, he kept rubbing my nipple. He played with me, pushing it from side to side, left and right, then up and down. That extra bit of pressure and friction made me even hotter and wetter. My lower lip started to shake, and I did everything I could to keep the arousal from pounding through my chest and down to my pussy, it but it felt as though my body were already keyed up against me.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you the chance, but you’re going to have to work for it.”
I meant to ask him what he meant, but then his other hand moved down to my panties. Without asking or saying a word, he slipped his fingers past the elastic band and stroked my slit. My lips opened up for him in an instant, but he kept stroking and caressing me until my heart pounded and each lungful of air felt hot against my mouth.
“Do you want me to touch you now?”
I glowered so hard and with as much ferocity as I could muster, though I probably looked more like some angry kitty. I didn’t seem fierce. I seemed trapped, especially as I kept my arms over my head. With my body taut and on display, I had no power here. It all belonged to my doctor.
Realizing I couldn’t fight any more, I made the sound he wanted to hear, “Yes.”
“That’s not a very respectful way to address me,” he said, grinning again.
“Yes, doctor,” I said.
“Good girl,” he said and continued to stroke me. For several seconds, I held out and managed not to react even as the anticipation and longing for his touch burned through the whole of my nervous system. I needed to feel his fingers up against my clitoris; otherwise I wouldn’t be able to come. I needed to come. I couldn’t explain why I was so desperate or eager, but it didn’t matter because those urges pounded through me with the sort of force I couldn’t explain or even understand entirely.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Try again.”
“Please, doctor, I need to come.” By then, my juices must have been dripping down onto his finger. Adrian knew how aroused I had become. He had turned me into this ultra sensitive receptacle for his touch, only I had to deal with the desires pumping through my body. It seemed to coil around every muscle, turning me eager and desperate.
Desperate enough to beg.
“You do,” he agreed. “But first, you have to show me that you’re learning how to be a good wife. Good wives don’t try to divorce their husbands without provocation. I took care of you, and you tried to betray me.”
“Yes,” I said, practically pouting because I hated to admit the truth.
“But now, you’re not my wife, are you?”
“No, doctor.”
“What are you?”
“Your sex slave,” I muttered, my voice low and humiliated.
“Let’s see you do some more exercises then.”
For the next few minutes, I had to do whatever he wanted. This started to feel like the most demeaning and degrading workout I had ever been put through. He made me bend over and reach for my toes. My bra held my new breasts up, but the extra weight made this much more of a challenge.
Later, he decided I was going to do those jumping jacks. I jumped and swung my arms and legs, slapping my hands over my head. The whole time, he watched me, obviously trying to hold back some laughter. At first, I thought this was just some degrading joke, but then he had me go on and on. I hit fifty, then seventy, then one hundred.
By the time he allowed me to stop, my skin prickled with heat and I felt damp with the exertion. Panting, my enhan
ced bosom rose and fell in rapid succession.
He made me do it again.
I hated obeying, but I didn’t see an alternative, not yet anyway. Granted, I had no idea how much longer I could hold out. There would come a command that I wasn’t going to be able to do.
My pride would demand that I do something drastic.
“Get down on your knees.”
I didn’t want to do it, but this time I only hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then I bent my knees and crouched down so that my face was at the same level as his crotch. The bulge in his pants made me lick my lips.
“Do you remember how you made me promise never to ask you for oral sex?” Adrian ran his fingers through my blonde tresses. He sounded like a teacher or someone who wanted me to understand a very important lesson. “Do you remember how I kindly said you didn’t have to?”
“Yes, doctor?”
“Well, now I’m not asking you to blow me. I’m commanding you.” Adrian unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. Right away, I could see that he was especially aroused. The tip of his head was already damp with pre-come.
Command. That word came off as so much more sharp and intense.
Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and stretched my neck. My lips encircled his shaft. The taste and scent of his come burned at the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t jerk back because I didn’t want him to punish me again. Even though I didn’t understand those shocks of pain or how they worked, I couldn’t deny their potency.
It hurt so much.
So I had to obey.
Okay, I thought, I could do this. All I had to do was hold out until I found some way out of this. It could happen. It had to happen.
Because I had never given head before, Adrian decided to help me. He slid his fingers into my hair then took up handfuls of my golden tresses. He used my hair like reins and started to move my head back and forth. He was taking me in the face, making me into his sex toy. I could feel it, and my cheeks brightened with shades of crimson.
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