Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play)
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Resisting those impulses might as well have been the same as stopping time. In other words, it was completely impossible, so I found my arms back in the air. My breasts hung out, on display in lascivious fashion.
“Would you like me to take off your bra? It looks uncomfortable.”
I tried to look away from the men who had their eyes on me. Deep down, I knew that having them watch this would only feed into my sense of humiliation as they objectified me. Yet I couldn’t. Somehow, I couldn’t break my gaze away, even to simply stare over their shoulders.
“No,” I said quietly but passionately.
“Are you sure?” he said and hit another command.
My mouth moved. It didn’t listen to me anymore as I said, “Please take off my bra.”
“Would you like these nice men to see everything you have to offer?”
“Yes, please,” I said, and then my vocal cords froze up. No matter how hard I fought, my body just wouldn’t react according to my wishes. It felt as though the points I wished to deliver got lost somewhere along the way.
“Because you asked so nicely,” he spoke like a showman. He talked like someone who had something wonderful that he wanted to sell, and I hated it because I was that thing. I was the object on display for these men to study and appreciate and want.
Doctor Adrian Brent unclasped my bra and tugged it down my torso. He released it and let it fall to the floor. My newly sized breasts spilled out for all to see. Blushing brightly, I tried to fight back, but the chips wouldn’t allow any defiance.
Adrian gave me a chance to misbehave, and I took it. Now that I had thoroughly convinced these men that I hadn’t been completely dominated, Adrian wanted to show what he could do with me. They were here to witness me being tamed.
“By the way, when we started with Melanie, she didn’t have these exact assets. Would anyone like to come up here to feel just how authentic these implants can be?” Adrian strolled around in front of me. Somehow, that insulted me almost as much as having me on display like a piece of meat because it meant he didn’t think of me as a threat. I really had become a model to be displayed.
One hand went up. It belonged to a young man with dark, spiked hair. He might have been a year or two younger than me. Grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning, he got up at Adrian’s signal and came up tentatively. Glancing back at the other investors, he seemed unsure of himself.
“Mike. It’s good to see you. Glad you could make it,” he motioned for this guy to come over to me. “Get a good feel. Stroke her, knead her, do whatever you like and tell your fellow analysts exactly what you think of this girl. Would she be worth an investment?”
Mike stood right before me. Lifting his hands, he licked his lower lip like he couldn’t decide exactly how he intended to use me. There were so many options for him, so many approaches, and he couldn’t pick just one.
Jumping ahead, Mike placed his palms on my breasts. I tried to remain utterly impassive, but the second his warm flesh touched my nipples, I felt my nubs harden into aroused little points. At the same time, I gasped, my lips parting enough to make it clear that some part of me loved this.
“She’s a horny girl, isn’t she?” Mike asked.
“See for yourself,” Adrian said without meeting a beat.
Praying that he wouldn’t, I couldn’t help but notice that my panties were getting damp. Little by little, his attentions made me damp. He may have hesitated at first, but now Mike started to really roll my breasts between his palms. He squeezed and teased them until I groaned again.
That seemed to encourage him to get even more aggressive. Hoping to block out the sight of the men who were watching my display of powerless submission, I shut my eyes tight. Maybe he wanted to punish me. Maybe it would have happened anyway, but he took my nipples between his forefinger and thumbs and tightened.
With my eyes shut, I didn’t see it coming. A zap of discomfort blasted through my nervous system. It was almost as bad as something triggered by the chips. All natural, I couldn’t deny the effect this man’s attention had on me.
I hated myself for reacting like this, for getting hot and wet. Worst of all, I couldn’t deny the truth because there were so many witnesses. They could tell I liked this like a dirty little slut.
Mike kept teasing my right breast, but when his left hand drifted away, I let out another little whimper. Our eyes met, and I hoped to find some kind of sympathy or pity. Instead, he grinned at me because he knew I liked this. He knew I wanted it deep down, no matter how much I denied the truth.
I could lie to him. I could lie to myself, but as his knuckles grazed my sternum, torso, abdomen, pubis, and pushed down into my panties, it was obvious. Some part of me longed for his touch and wanted to be used and humiliated.
I couldn’t help it.
Maybe Adrian’s chips were responsible. Equally likely, I was just a dirty girl who needed to take it however I could get it. Before this, I could have teased a guy like Mike to make myself feel better.
Now he just slipped two fingers into my pussy. I moaned and Adrian must have loosened the technological reins that kept me rigid because my back arched as I wiggled to give this stranger better access to my most sensitive part. His fingers penetrated my lips, and I moved my hips forward, my whole body shuddering as those tendrils of pleasure snapped through me like the cracks of a whip.
I didn’t come, but I was so close.
At first, I wanted him to stop and return to his seat. By then, I didn’t even care if Adrian teased me more or talked about how good it would be for one of these men to buy me or the technology to make their wives, girlfriends, or bosses into submissive little sex kitties.
Yet as Mike continued to stroke me and penetrate me with those two digits, I started to hope for the exact opposite. My breath turned frantic and eager, and I no longer wanted him to stop. He had to keep going.
Adrian held up the tablet and announced something else, “As you can see, she is very responsive. She has always been interested in sex in one way or another, but now she can’t help herself. I can make her desperate for whatever I wish. Just a few commands and she’ll be hungry for cock or she’ll suddenly be desperate for anal sex.”
No!
I couldn’t believe it despite everything else I had already witnessed since first waking up in that hospital bed.
“Plus, we can block the parts of her brain that allows for orgasm. If you keep touching her, Mike, she’ll get more and more aroused, but she won’t be able to come.” As if to prove his point, I started to moan. It wasn’t a scream, yet it was close, and the men could all tell how sincerely and eagerly I wished to come.
But it wasn’t happening. I kept trying to tell myself that Adrian couldn’t genuinely have that sort of power. It just wasn’t possible. It sounded too much like science fiction or magic, but his chips worked again. They inhibited whichever neurons I needed to orgasm, so I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t climax until someone entered the proper command.
“How long should I keep this up?” Mike asked, stroking and teasing me still.
“As long as you want,” Adrian said. Mike kept playing with me while my doctor circled around us and talked to the assembled men again. He told them about the technical specifications and described how some of the more salient features worked. I heard him talk about the computer’s user interface and how the slave could be controlled.
Doctor Brent didn’t bother coming up with some clever name for my new position. Rather, he just referred to me as the slave. No acronyms. Nothing catchy.
Slave.
And the whole time, I was dripping and squirming there on my feet. I couldn’t run away. I had already tried that and found it impossible. Meanwhile, Mike kept at it, stroking and teasing me until Adrian turned back to him and asked, “Would you like her to grind on you? So far, she’s just stood there, but let’s see what kind of fun you can have once a woman has been properly outfitted.”
“Oh, yeah. Absolutely
,” Mike said. “Let’s see what this girl can do!” He was getting excited and slapped my ass. The loud crack may not have hurt overly much, but the sound and his cheering friends made my chest tighten with another flush of embittered humiliation. They weren’t supposed to be able to do this to me!
“Melanie, I want you to grind on this nice man until he orgasms,” Adrian said to me and the assembled men. Right away, plenty of their heads nodded along as though they thought this was a great idea. For his part, Mike grinned from ear to ear.
Hoping it would feel less degrading if he didn’t get the chance to use the computer commands, I moved over to Mike. I put my arms around his waist and pressed my body against his. I could feel his erection against his thigh.
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to grind on this man until he came. The imagined sensation of feeling his cock rocking against my thigh just made me skin crawl. It might have been different if it had been Adrian, but it wasn’t. I had to service this stranger, just as he had touched me with complete impunity.
Hoping it would end quickly, I pressed my body up against his. It felt straight, feeling his silk shirt and rayon pants rub up against my flesh. It made me tingle all over, and I couldn’t help but endure my own arousal.
“She’s going to leave a few stains. You don’t mind, do you, Mike?”
“Not at all.”
I had to start. I ground on him, spreading my legs and rubbing my body against his. Up and down, I focused on the feeling of his member beneath those layers of fabric. Prickling with shame, I kept at it as everyone in the room watched me.
Thrusting, I pushed my pubis against his crotch, rubbing him hard and slow. I alternated between tempos, going from quick to slow and back again, anything to end this sooner rather than later. As his breathing quickened, I realized he was taking his time, fighting me. Mike didn’t want to come yet. Maybe the notion being pleasured in front of his friends triggered some latent nervousness.
More likely, he just wanted my service to go on for as long as possible.
I sped up, rubbing my thigh against his firmness. On and on it went, and I was dripping and once or twice I smeared some of my excitement against his legs. Those streaks caught the light and made me shudder with humiliation.
He laughed then groaned as the onslaught of pleasure became too much. Having a blonde sex slave push herself against him until he came probably didn’t occur to him as a possibility when he got dressed that morning. Well, I made it happen. Actually, Adrian, my husband and doctor, made it happen.
A low, throaty and quiet growl vibrated at the base of his throat, but then Mike grinned and smacked my ass as though I hadn’t done anything unusual.
“You see. She can be fully trained to fulfill whatever desire you wish. If you want to punish her into submission, then you can send particular impulses that make defiance very, very unpleasant. If you want to train her with special treats, that’s just as easy. This system is perfect and can be used on any woman. The recovery time is about three weeks, but for high end clients, she’ll be worth the wait.”
The investors all jumped to their feet. And even though I didn’t want to move, there must have been a pre-programmed command because I bowed down until my breasts hung before me like ripe melons ready for inspection.
Nurse Valerie came closer and took my hand. She led me away, presumably so the men could discuss business. But with each step, I couldn’t help but think of what would be in store for me.
Right before we got to the door, Doctor Brent told us to stop. Instantly, Nurse Valerie kept me from leaving the room as his voice boomed out, “Don’t worry, Melanie. You’re not for sale. But you might be getting some playmates sooner rather than later.”
Doctor Adrian Brent
It wasn’t hard, getting her to sign the final contract. It was pretty funny though. When we first dated, I was impressed by Melanie’s determination and her strength of character. She was smart and strong and very sexy. Of course, a lot of that was just a ploy for her to get access to my money.
Well, since then, she’s learned her lesson. It was made especially clear when I had her brought from her room. Nurse Valerie and Tony brought my former wife back to my office. “Melanie, who owns you?”
We had worked on her training for weeks. A combination of spanking, pain, pleasure, orgasm denial, sex and humiliation comprised her prescription. This girl learned to obey any order given from me or my staff.
“You do, Doctor,” she told me, her head bowed. I walked around my desk and touched my fingers to her chin, nudging her face back up. Our eyes met, and I could see the furious defiance of a brilliant young woman who thought she was better than this. She was telling me what she thought I wanted to hear, which was exactly as I wanted her.
I wanted her to obey, but I never wanted to snuff out her will. She needed to know that she was trained. I wanted her to struggle, always aware that she would never win or free herself. Those chips were permanent. And little by little, I would embed other commands. Before long, she wouldn’t know where her natural desires began and where my implanted commands ended.
“I want you on your knees.”
“Yes, Doctor,” she said without any trace of defiance or resistance. To Valerie and Tony, Melanie probably appeared completely tamed. But I knew her better. I wasn’t going to shatter this girl. Rather, I wanted her completely aware of what was happening. As long as I kept her and played with her, I wanted her to remember exactly how far she had fallen.
Every time she sucked my cock, took her from behind, fingered her in public or made her masturbate in front of my friends, she would understand that she had misbehaved and deserved every degrading moment. She could try to fantasize about becoming a fully realized individual again, but she was a sexy toy.
My sexy toy.
And today was the day for her to sign the contract. Crouching before me, Melanie seemed docile, but her jaw was set. She was wondering what I was going to have her do. I dismissed my employees. Once the door closed behind them, I pulled out my cock.
Without a word of instruction, Melanie opened her mouth. I slid my penis between her pink lips and she started to suck and pleasure me. Only then did I start to explain what I had. “This is your contract. Once you sign it, you’ll belong to me, legally. Although slavery is technically illegal, I will have your power of attorney, and you will be remanded into my custody.” She didn’t whimper, and she didn’t make a sound, yet I could tell she wanted to. Melanie’s training kept her behavior in check.
Melanie kept sucking on my cock. I let her lick and flick her tongue along the length of my shaft. As she demeaned herself for my pleasure, I started to read her the contract. After all, I told her I didn’t want my slave to sign something without really understanding it.
Line by line, I could tell that she was listening. She heard every word. She would be signing over her property rights. She would be surrendering her right to vote. Once she put her name on these documents, Melanie would become my slave. I’d be so much more than her doctor. I’d become her Master.
I came to final line of legal text and grabbed her hair again. I rocked her face back and forth, thrusting deeper into her mouth until I started to come. She groaned as she started to swallow my semen. Really, Melanie should have been used to the taste of my seed, yet somehow she kept thinking it might stop.
It wouldn’t.
And when I was done I held the contract out to her and ordered her to read it again. She complied and I handed her the pen when she finished. Turning her eyes back to me, she licked her lips and wrote down her name on the specified line.
“I’m your slave, Doctor Brent.”
I patted her on the head and called my subordinates back into the room. There was still so much training and fun to be had with my wife, my patient, my slave.
The End
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Ashley K. Bennet
She might go to jail. The thought twisted her stomach and made her shiver with dread. When she spent time with her friends, she might like to joke about how she could be hardcore, bur really, she had been a cheerleader in high school, got good grades, and really had no idea what she was doing.
Nibbling on her lower lip, she refocused on the road. It had started out as a freeway but trickled down into this two-lane stretch of pavement cutting its way through God-knew-where. Out this far, she couldn’t even listen to the radio. Her only company was the polite, slightly British sounds of her GPS telling her when and where to turn.
If the universe had been kind, Clara would have driven on forever, never reaching her destination. Gripping the wheel, she glanced down at her knuckles and saw that they had turned white.
“Damn it,” she hissed at herself. “Relax. C’mon. Just do what he says. Two days.”
Two days. Under normal circumstances, one weekend didn’t mean a whole lot. After all, Clara had gone through her whole life and forgotten most of her weekends. Only this one would be different.
Clara forced her hands to relax. Acting on habit, she reached down for the radio, only to remember that she was out of range. Even the radio evangelists had abandoned her. Apparently they weren’t interested in preaching to literal sheep.
After graduating from high school, Clara had started work at a small shipping company. She went from the mailroom clerk all the way up to logistics analyst. For the most part, she did really well until she made a mistake. Then she lied about it. Then she faked several important documents. For most people, lying at work just meant the chance of getting fired. Because their company worked with the military, it could mean prison time.
No one noticed her mistake or her forgeries, no one except Eric.