Agnes Smith has moved to the city only a few days ago. Now after settling all the important stuff with moving, university and job - things like a new doctors are to be found. Marry-Ann, her roommate reccommended this clinic somewhere in the old East District. While initially put off by the run down quarter, she's surprised to find a very neat looking clinic.
“Miss Smith?”, I look up from the magazine I was reading. Totally had forgotten the time.
“Sorry!”, hastily I try folding the paper to put it back on the waiting areas table. Somehow it slipped my grip, landing on its spine and folding open at exactly the article I was reading.
A medical review on the benefits of sex toys. With images.
I felt blood rushing up to my face.
The assistant – a tall, very slender dark skinned and black haired young woman in a long white lab coat - simply smiled. The tag on her chest read “Samira Nadal.”
She ‘didn’t’ see what had happened. And the other waiting patients seemed to preoccupied with their own smart phones or magazines to notice.
“Your next. Please follow me.”
I felt strangely nervous as I stood up and walked behind nurse Nadal. Not because of the ‘incident’ – considering they had all those magazines laying around, they had to expect people reading them.
Maybe because it was a new gynecologist… and that’s always strange and embarrassing.
We walked down the hallway bordering on the entrance and waiting area. Doors read things like ‘Urology’ and ‘Andrology’…
Maybe it was strange that this clinic offered services for both women and men… and for the same range of medical issues…
We rounded a corner and I swear, the door the assistant opened hadn’t been there just a moment ago.. or was I just tired? Confused I followed her, noting this detail to the list of potential reasons to feel weird.
What I expected to be a room turned out to be a long and wide hallway – doors to the left and right, linoleum floor, gray ceiling panels and square light sources every so often. It smelled like hospital.
We moved pretty fast – otherwise I probably would have pondered more about the gurneys and wheel chairs, adorned with a surprising amount of leather straps. Or the faint noises coming from the doors. But she opened doors, led me through other floors, until we finally ended up in a larger room.
The first thing my eyes fell on was one massive gynecological chair, black leather and metal leg rests. Hanging from them were thick brown leather straps… like you’d expect in a horror movie. Other details like gray cabinets and tables, with all sorts of metal objects on top of them caught my attention briefly.
Only then I saw the doctor. A blond, short haired, woman maybe in her mid forties not as tall as the nurse, introducing herself as Weisz. What a luck. This was the one, my friend told me about. She ought to be good.
“You are late. But good that you are here. Let’s begin.”, the doctor called sternly.
I would have liked to interrupt, but something in her voice let me keep quiet.
“According to my documents – experimental check up?” - “Yes… wait? Experimental?”.
“Oh – that. We just are about to implement a new protocol. You opted for that, when you made your appointment. Nothing to worry about. Just a new diagnostics system we test…. A. Smith? Is that correct?”
I nodded. I meant to remember checking some box on the online form...
“Good. Then please, undress.” she closed, without any warning.
A bit baffled I stood up, and undid my summer dress. A moment later I stood in front of the doctor still sitting in her chair, watching me, just wearing light blue panties and bra.
“Your underwear too, please.”, it sounded like Dr. Weisz had to tell this every other patient. Getting a bit warmer in my face, I fumbled the bra open and handed it to nurse Nadal, who already stood behind me and collected the dress.
A cold shiver went through my body.
“Slip. Shoes.”, the doctor ordered with visibly diminishing patience. I wondered what Mary-Ann found appealing on her.
Finally I stood in front of the desk, completely naked, my hands folded before my private parts.
“There’s no need to hide this. We will see plenty of it, later.”,Dr. Weisz informed me. And.. .was that a smile? No…?
“But first – over to the scales and the measuring pole.”, she said in a tone that not only did not tolerate dissent – but didn’t even know the concept of it.
Weighing, measuring. Nurse Nadal called out the numbers, I was a little embarrassed, while standing there, surely beet red by now. To distract me I let my eyes wander.
This was the embodiment of a gynecological office. Or rather a bit of a nightmare of one. First of course Dr. Frankensteins Gyn-Chair… Then there was an old brown upholstered exam table. One of those massive constructs with lots of drawers underneath and separate arm rests , standing at one side.
A few large strange medical machines, were neatly lined up. Olden timey things with old screens, lots of buttons, cables, patches and other stuff.
The floor was in this greenish gray linoleum. The walls beige.
Images showed diagrams of breasts, vulvas, ovaries and other things…
I hoped the old steel speculums were just decoration…
There was a bunch of dildos hiding in a cabinet, right besides more steel things. Wait.. what?
“Good. Now come over here.”, Dr. Weisz had gotten up from her desk, standing now next to the chair.
My mouth went dry, while I stepped barefoot over to the thing.
“Miss Nadal – help Miss Smith to sit down.”, the doctor ordered.
I had to turn around in front of it, pushing myself up on the seat. The rubbery material was cold to the touch and I shivered, goosebumps forming.
I was then ordered to lay my legs into the rests. They both adjusted and rotated the things, shoved up the foot stirrups until I laid there – legs wide spread. Naked. Exposed. I felt one of the leather straps pressing against my calf and I noticed my arms touched some cuffs attached to the armrests.
But I had a clear view to the strange cabinet on the far side of the room. Indeed. Dildos. Metal ones, rubber ones, some with that distinct red dial button on the bottom. Even golden geisha-balls. Other things I couldn’t really identify – small glass cylinders and cups…
The rational part of my mind told me, that this obviously was there for consultation reasons – exactly as they advertised.
However another… more curious part, asked itself how it would feel if… I should stop. This was a reputable clinic after all! I couldn’t just get wet here! Yet I couldn’t stop the shiver and my nipples perking up. Shit! I hope the doctor didn’t see that.
“I don’t want to alarm you, Miss Smith. The first step is to connect some diagnostic devices. They will take measurements during the exam. You understand?”, Weisz walked to my side while she spoke.
I nodded, again feeling blood rush to my face. Then the doctor gave nurse Nadal a sign.
I had to lift my arm so she could fit a blood pressure cuff around it, while the doctor moved a cart with a lot of cables, suction cups, a screen and lots of buttons to the chair. It didn’t look like a new machine… In fact. It looked like a parody of an vintage ECG machine, all off white colored metal and bulky with a stone old CRT screen.
“For your own safety, we will fix your legs and arms. You have to lay very still for that procedure.”, she didn’t wait for approval, but both of them simply started to restrain my wrists with those wide, cushioned black cuffs. My heart ran and I startled and squirmed. But it was no use. Within a minute my legs where strapped to the metal rests. I think I protested.
“This is part of the experimental exam you signed up for!”, the doctor reminded me sternly. And for some odd reason this calmed me down.
There was the part of me that direly wanted to run. Then the part of me that somehow accepted the explanation… and a part I didn’t know yet… that enjoyed the feeling.
With everything weird going on, I felt … save. And that part simply told me to keep still… and see where this was going. I was pretty confident at that point, that this wasn’t a normal exam. Not even an experimental one. The same confident I was, that there was no… danger.
I let them finish their work – leather belts fixated my upper arms to the frame, a belt around my stomach.
Nurse Nadal finished with holding a wide brown leather collar and I swear she smiled. Breathing heavily I didn’t fight back, when she closed it around my neck and somehow connected it to the chairs frame. It was just tight enough to feel the pressure. I could breathe freely, but I couldn’t ignore it.
“You will be freed, first thing when we have concluded the procedure.”, Dr. Weisz said reassuring.
I still felt a mixture of fear, anticipation and… fuck. My nipples were hard and tingling and there was certainly moisture inside of me! Did they notice? What would they do to me?!
One of the machines was rolled near me. Color coded cables hanging from some metal arm on a long pole ending in little white rubber suction cups. They were cold, when nurse Nadal carefully placed them on my chest and my stomach in a deliberate pattern. The screen to my side sprung to life and started to show several green curves with cryptic signs next to them as well as a green, progress bar like thing on the side.
“The first step is a regular exam. Only thing is, that those machines take more data points than we ever could. Ok?”, with this Dr Weisz started. Prodding and poking my body, feeling my breasts… I tried to hide my arousal. Feeling further down… next to my pubic mound… leaving out my vulva as if she did it on purpose!
Suddenly I felt the hands of the nurse on my chest. Carefully prodding and feeling. Touching my breasts, smiling in my face, as she saw my nipples poking up.
Meanwhile the doctor had shoved another cart near my other side. Another Frankenstein Machine with even more suction cups – but also other things, I hoped weren’t … probes. Or, as I alarmingly noted… I hoped they were!
“This is a device to read nerve resistance.”, the doctor explained without going into the fact that Nadal still was feeling up my upper body.
Both proceeded to set this larger suction cups, with their own suction hoses on the inside of my thighs, one left and right of my pubic mound then one right above each of my breasts. Nurse Nadal, with a knowing smile and a raised eyebrow placed two directly over my nipples. I jumped up at the sudden sensation, felt all the belts and cuffs holding me in place… and I loved the feeling!
“This! This isn’t a regular thing?!”, I shouted. I did know the answer… But…
“Oh… but it is. We absolutely do everything needed for an exam.”, Dr. Weisz said, smiling. Her voice had lost almost all of that cold distance, when she continued.
“But you know… working the whole day with women, having them lie there on the chair, especially the cute young ones like you wide spread.. open and… “, now the doctor smiled, with a sultry look that caught me totally off guard, “horny…”.
Shit!
The doctor continued.
“Let’s say, we just … added a little something.”
“What are you going to do?”, I asked. “People will talk… if I…”
“Ah – don’t you worry. We are not going to harm you. Look over there. Between the machines”, she pointed at the array on the wall. Lot’s of cables, probes, cups… things I couldn’t make out… and a camera, pointing at me. Fuck!
“You see – everything is fine. Don’t worry – we won’t blackmail you. This is just an insurance for our… privacy. You get the exam you wanted, … and more. And now dear Miss Smith… enjoy the show, won’t you?”
With this I fell back on the cushions. The doctor continued as if nothing had happened, her voice snapping back to that clinical tone. How did they actually chose me for that thing? Was it me reading those articles? Did they know something about me even I didn’t?
“I will now activate the machine for the first test run. You might feel a tingle or tickling. Please inform me if it becomes uncomfortable.”
With this she rotated a large black dial button on her hellish machine. First, there was nothing. I frowned trying to discern something… then a tingle on my breasts! Soon it became more intense. It stopped the moment I inhaled to say something.
“Miss Nadal – note 6.3 for the initial intensity. Very good.”
The constant tingle suddenly stopped, but then a short burst then a stop… Instead of saying what I wanted only a short ‘Ah, Ah, Ah.’ in the tact of the bursts came out of my mouth.
“They tested this on me first.”, nurse Nadals face war right next to my ear. “I could go for this the whole day. In fact, when you’re done… I might take a ride here for myself.”
“Miss Nadal. Professionalism!”, Dr. Weizs exclaimed. “Why don’t you come over here and set up the probe?”
“Yes Doctor.”, the nurse answered lowering her head.
Probe?
Nadal took a seat on a saddle shaped leather stool, rolling over to the tingling machine, and grabbed a big white cylinder with visible metal rings around it, she looked at me, nodded, put the thing away and got one way smaller and less intimidating one. With this she rolled in front of the chair poured lube over it and dripped some over my vulva – a jolt ran through me.
“Miss Nadal. Be careful. The arousal factor of our dear Miss Smith is already in the yellow.”
I followed the pointing finger of Dr. Weisz and saw the ‘progress bar’ indeed had become longer and changed its color.
“Yes Doctor.”, I heard, before the cool tip of the ‘probe’ pressed against my lips, parting them a bit. I inhaled sharply, interrupted by the steady stream of pulses tingling on my nipples.
It was eerie to watch the ‘loading bar’ raise visibly when she slowly inserted the object into my vagina.
“Does. Does. that. Also. Tin.gle?” I managed to ask. Instead of an answer, I FELT it. Jolts ran through my vagina, making it clamp even harder around the intruder. For a moment I thought I would come right then and there… but suddenly the rhythm changed… felt off. Lighter…
“Fuck!”, I yelled, once I had caught my breath. Watching over to the screen the bar was back into yellow territory… I didn’t know how any of this worked.
“The values we get are pretty good, Miss.”, Dr. Weisz told me.
“If you say so…”, I breathed heavily. The rhythm of the shocks changed again, and I felt calming down… I didn’t want to – but it was as if the machine controlled my lust. After agonizing minutes of that procedure Nurse Nadal removed the probe from my vagina, a last shiver washing over me.
“Madame Doctor.”, the nurse, still holding the glistening probe in her hand began, “I… erm my…
I am compromised, I fear. My…”
“Please Miss Nadal – talk in clear sentences.”, the Doctor rolled her eyes.
“Yes. Sorry Madame Doctor. I wanted to say, that I am very aroused and… probably can’t fulfill my duties here. May I ask you to send me to the recreational room?”
“Ah. No. I still need your expertise here. But don’t worry. We will see after your condition.”, then she looked up from the terminal to me.
“Good news – we are almost ready. There’s only a stress test to go.”
“You mean… the thing with the training bike and the mask?”, I wondered.
“Yes. But as you have noticed – here’s no bike. But we have other ways to get your heart pumping. Miss Nadal – fetch the mask and then prepare yourself. As you see fit. Understand?”
“Yes Doctor.”, The nurse looked strangely eager.
First the nurse placed one of those heavy black rubber breathing masks over my mouth and nose. Fastened some straps around my head. I hadn’t problems breathing – but somewhere out of view some machine beeped.
“We will now stress your body very similar to a workout. My assistant will support you there.”
With that I could watch the slender, tall woman walk over to the cabinet – opening the doors and revealing even more naughty toys inside. She took something I couldn’t really see, turned around and came back. Then she placed a metallic looking pantie… some kind of chastity device on a table nearby. With experienced hands she attached a dildo – jet black and very technical looking – on the outside. Another one she placed in the inside, fixing it with a screw.
Then she opened the buttons of her coat, with both the doctor and me watching. In one smooth movement she slid the coat over her shoulders letting it fall, to reveal white rubber, thigh high socks, a white garter belt and no pants at all, as well as a white corsage just lifting her perky breasts with a small supporting strip. Unlike me she had no qualms presenting herself and made quite a show, as she got on the strap on. Biting her lip when she carefully inserted the dildo in herself, fastening the belts keeping the thing on her and giving the outside dildo a few drops of lube. Smiling and audibly breathing she took a step in front of me. Her mid just inches away from mine, looking me in the eyes.
Suddenly the jolts in my breasts grew stronger. I had almost forgotten those. Also the cups put next to my vulva came to life, tingling and tickling the sensitive area.
That was it. I held the nurses gaze, licking my lips, waiting in anticipation.
“One last thing.”, the doctor announced, stepping behind the dark skinned girl. She reached around the chest of her assistant, placing two suction cups on her nipples and two above them.
“You are allowed to orgasm. But only after you brought Miss Smith to a climax. Understand.”
I saw the ‘loading bar’ raise, without anything happening. It wouldn’t take very long for nurse Nadal to be allowed to relieve herself.
I felt the tip of the dildo pressing against my clit, sliding down softly, I felt the pulses running through my body, my nipples tingle; I could see the breasts of the girl in front of me bounce in the sane tact.
I bit my lip waiting for her pressing forward, clenching my cuffed hands around the arm rests…
THEN the door was slammed open and a voice I didn’t know called out:
“Stop this Dr. Weisz! You have the WRONG patient!”
What the fuck should that mean?!
The doctor turning around. “That’s Miss Smith.”
“No… that’s miss Agnes Smith – NOT Angelica Smith!”
Some other nurse stood in the door – right behind her, another woman… a bit older than me, and certainly no spitting image… But about the same size, and close match of my hair color.
Weisz, paling, turning towards me: “Oh no… OH no. My apologies… I didn’t know How…?!”, panic in her eyes.
No! This couldn’t happen! A lot of feelings rushed down on me… but two were most prevalent.
Anger… and I was horny!
“STOP IT!”, I yelled over the commotion, “I DON’T CARE! But if somebody isn’t fucking me RIGHT NOW, I WILL scream!”