Introduction -
A few weeks after my 21st birthday I received a call from my MD's office to make an appointment for a special checkup, and the receptionist organised it to coincide with the end of the next period when I would be available.
I was going to write a quick account of my visit, but so much happened during the day that I decided to try and record it all, both for my own benefit in times to come, and also for anyone else that might read my story, and perhaps enjoy it. What I have done is split it up into multiple posts, or it would be much too long as a single narrative. Then I have linked them together so I can navigate to all the different parts of the account.
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test (this post) – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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Lactation Test
The head of the exam table was now raised until I was sitting up, which the doctor told me was for a breast examination, but as she began to press and squeeze my tittie, I asked her to please be careful because I was rather tender. “Ah, good,” she said, “that will be due to the tablets you've been taking for the last few days getting you prepared for a lactation test. It's a very important part of this study that we investigate your ability to produce milk, without the undesirable consequences of having to go through a pregnancy, especially as you're still single”. She gently took hold of my right breast, asking how it felt as she tested how firm the flesh was, stopping whenever I winced as the soreness increased too much. “I'm very pleased with you this time, Katie, you're much more responsive than in any of your previous screens, so I think we may get some good results this time”.
I have been signed up with Doctor Beverley Forrest for a research program since I was twelve years old, monitoring the development of thousands of girls throughout the country. Every year, just after my birthday, I would come in to her office for a full physical, and every three years it would be for a much more extensive investigation, including some medication during the week before my visit.
She expalined that the tablets I had been taking were a low dose Estrogen and Progesterone, which prevent several of the usual bodily changes that ocurred during my period from returning to normal, in particular, my breasts. This was to facilitate a lactation test, and the low dose tablets taken twice daily for seven days caused the breasts to swell as the milk glands enlarge further.
Day 5 of the cycle, coinciding with my examination, requires an increase in the Prolactin levels to stimulate full milk production, and this was accomplished with the second set of tablets that I took, so it was now time to releive some of the pressure that was building up. I was instructed to massage my breasts with my hands, working towards the nipples, then roll the teats between my thumb and forefinger. It was quite uncomfortable handling my tender boobs, especially my sensitive nipples, but the constant stimulation was tickling my clit, which provided a welcome distraction.
Doctor Forrest phoned the nursing station, asking for the Lactina pump to be brought to her office, then she turned and told me that they'd soon have me sorted out, and comfortable again, as the nurse was bringing in a breastpump that would empty me in no time at all. Somehow, my relief over this news was tinged with apprehension. I'd tried breast pumping at home on a few occasions, and found it to be very enjoyable, for erotic purposes, but at the moment I thought my titties were too sore to cope with the pressure, especially when the nurse wheeled in the large Lactina pump, on a trolly. This looked a much more powerful machine than the small hand pump that I owned, or even the Symphony breastpump that Dr Forrest had used on my previous visits, and I was getting a little worried about it.
"Don't be concerned, little one," she said, noticing my expression, "the nurse and I will take very good care of you. Let's just make you more comfortable, shall we". Both of them came over and wrapped soft velcro straps around my ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows, effectively securing me to the table, with little chance of moving very far.
"An hour after taking your Prolactin tablet, suction should have been applied to the area of each nipple," the doctor explained, "or manual expression employed to draw milk into your ducts. So by now, I imagine you're rather full." Her hand began to stroke my firm breast, and across my erect nipple, making them burning hot, and sending shivers through my restrained, naked form. The nurse also started to carress my other breast, more than doubling my stimulation, and she also squeezed my engorged teat painfully, causing me to pant, breathlessly.
Doctor Forrest took the breast cups that the nurse handed her, placing them over each of my breasts, centered on my nipples. "Level 2 to start with, please Sandra". I cast a nervous glance at the young woman controlling the machine, noting her badge, Sandra Ashton - Nursing Trainee, then she turned a rotary switch 2 clicks, and a light suction pulled at my breasts. It was hardly noticeable, at the moment, but as it pulsed, every 2 or 3 seconds, the vacuum gradually increased, and my teats were drawn further into the cups.
"OK, Katie, we now use an aerosol spray of Oxytocin to your pulse spots during the suction phase to put the let down reflex into action, causing the milk ducts to contract and eject milk from your lovely nipples." Dr Forrest sprayed a cool liquid on the inside of my wrists, my lower neck, and the inside top of my thighs. "This should be repeated every 3 hours to maintain your lactation for as many days as may be required, although, with the Lactina pump, we could keep you producing milk for a few years. How does that sound, sweetheart, do you fancy being a milk maid, it would pay quite well you know".
It wasn't a very attractive prospect at the moment, my breasts hurt too much, but after ten minutes of suction, I still hadn't produced any milk, despite the pressure being increased to level 5 already.
"We will need some duct pins, I think," the doctor told the nurse, and to my relief she turned off the pump, pulling the cups off my breasts while the suction slowly reduced, stretching them painfully till the cups released with a loud pop. Doctor Forrest brought over a leather case from a display cabinet, opening it up to show me the black velvet interior, with a row of about a dozen slender pins that looked like hypodermic needles. Knowing of my phobia about injections, the doctor started to explain, "These are not needles, Katie, so you don't have to worry, they're Nipple Duct Pins, solid shafts with a safely rounded end. They are based on a Galactography cannula which is used to inject dye into a lactiferous duct for mammography, in cases of breast lumps, and these are 30 Gauge in size, that's 0.25 mm. We use them for clearing blocked ducts, particularly in nursing Moms, and I think your milk ducts have become clogged so that you're not letting out the breast milk that you're now producing."
While I was grateful that I wasn't going to be stuck with sharp needles, the idea of having my ducts cleared was not something I looked forward to. The doctor told me that all women start to lactate during their period, that's why their breasts get swollen. Usually it went away after a couple of days, and the fluid leaked through the teats and was washed away during a shower, hardly being noticed. Unfortunately, it sometimes tended to block the ducts down the nipple, which is what appeared to have happened to me, so I would now have mine cleaned out thoroughly, and all the dried, solidified breast milk was going to be removed. This would allow initial lactation to be started up right away, and then I could be brought into full production of mother's milk well before the end of the week.
Dr Forrest took one of the pins from her case, Nurse Sandra took another, and began to work it into the small indentations in my nipples. Gradually they dug the lance deeper and deeper into the centre of each hard teat, twisting it round slightly, and dragging out a yellow, waxy paste which they casually wiped on a gauze pad placed on my chest. It was a really painful procedure at times, though mostly it just felt weired to sense something moving about inside my body, and I was coping quite well so far. Quite often I play rough with my own breasts, and hurting my nipples turns me on very strongly as I try to push my limits, so this was similar, but now I had no control, and couldn't go easy on myself. Calling a halt was not an option just yet, so I gritted my teeth, and stuck it out. Dr Forrest wiped my brow every now and then, encouraging me that I was doing great, but after a kiss on my forehead, she returned to tormenting my poor nipples. I moaned and whined, as each of the ten main milk ducts were scraped out by the doctor, and my other bloated nipple was ruthlessly attended to by Nurse Sandra. Putting the duct pins down, they now started to manipulate my delicate titties, both smiling as I was now crying from the soreness in both hard nipples. The nurse viciously pinched and twisted the dark end of each bloated tit, gripped the aureole, then pulled really hard, slowly letting the compressed flesh slide between her fingers, while the doctor wrapped a hand round each globe, and squeezed gently to keep up the internal pressure. Nurse Sandra repeated this most punishing action at least a dozen times on each poor breast, then once more they poked out the obstructions with the milk duct pins. It needed four repetitions before Doctor Forrest was finally satisfied with my progress, and I let out a sigh of relief to hear this portion of my treatment was now finished with. The nurse cleaned up all the residue from my breasts, wiping my sore nipples with a cloth, then the doctor told me to watch how well I'd done. Gripping one globe tightly, she squeezed it hard with one hand, then rolled the bulging nipple between her firm fingers. While I was strugling to cope with the pressure inside my tittie, I was amazed to see a thick yellow paste discharge from around my swollen teat, oozing out painfully from the milk ducts. Increasing amounts were expelled until my whole nipple was covered in the repulsive looking stuff, then my other tit was agonizingly milked of it's own thick waste. I was determined that I would wash my nipples much more thoroughly whenever I had a shower, and not allow this sort of crap to accumulate inside my body. Finally, the discharge began to thin out, becoming paler in color, and the nurse once more cleaned up my aching nipples.
Taking the breast cups that the nurse handed her, Dr Forrest placed them over each of my breasts again, "Level 3 this time, please Sandra". I looked over at the young nurse as she turned the switch round 3 clicks, and a light suction once more pulled at my tender breasts. Now it seemed so much more noticeable than before, and as it pulsed every few seconds, the vacuum grew slowly stronger, drawing my teats deeper into the plastic cups.
"Right, Katie, let’s use this Oxytocin spray on your pulse spots again, to get your let down reflex working, and we’ll see if we can get some milk out of you this time." Dr Forrest sprayed liquid on the inside of my wrists, my lower neck, and the inside top of my thighs, and within seconds I could feel my breasts tingling. My teats had swollen up a lot more, and ached terribly, as the pump suction increased, making me especially stressed as to how much of this I could take.
Dr Forrest stroked my cheek reassuringly, “Come on, sweetheart, you’re doing really well so far, and you’re almost ready to start. Just a few more minutes.” Her hand was now stroking my tummy, moving lower to my bald love mound, her touch distracting me from the discomfort in my titties. Dipping into my slit, I felt her fingertip rub across my clit, and my hips lifted towards her, seeking the stimulation, wanting more pleasure to offset my tenderness. As my love button was teased more and more, I relaxed into the sexual feelings spreading through my body, when suddenly I could feel a rush in my nipples, like having a pee. “Look, Katie,” said the doctor, “you're starting to leak now. Can you see the milk coming out of your teats.”
I watched as creamy colored droplets began to form on my nipples, running slowly together before dripping into the collecting cups. Nurse Sandra turned the control switch to 4, increasing the suction to make the drops form faster, then up to 5, to start a steady stream flowing. It was fascinating to see myself being milked like this, something I'd never expected till I was married, and feeding my baby, but now it was happening, and I'd not even been pregnant.
“OK, baby, we need a measurement of your first flow for the study, taken over the next ten minutes, while Sandra steps up the suction. Just relax, and imagine your tiny baby is suckling on your teats, pulling hard to get her feed, building her strength up to grow big and strong.” Dr Forrest's visual description worked, and as I relaxed, I could see the milk flowing faster, then the nurse stepped up the suction switch another notch. I watched as my swollen nipples started spraying milk onto the inside of the plastic cups, and I could actually feel it being drawn out of my bloated titties, through the teats, with a tingle that was spreading quite pleasurably into the whole of my breasts.
“You're slowing down, Katie,” said Dr Forrest, “we've expressed nearly 1.5 ounces, and there are only two minutes left, but we need to try for a full 2 ounces. Sandra is going to step up the suction a lot more now, which may become uncomfortable, but please try to bear with us. I'm sure you can do this with no trouble. I want you to ask us to increase the pressure every time I signal you, so you can show us what a brave girl you can be.”
Doctor Forrest knew that I played this game at home, either on my own, or with Mom, and we'd discussed it several times during my visits. Whenever I wanted to push my limits, either pleasure or pain, I would take myself up to a normal level, then say “More please,” and increase whatever I was doing at the time, or Mom would increase it, if we were playing together. The doctor placed her hand over my girlcleft, fingers on top, with her thumb hooked under my clit, and squeezed with her fingertips digging into my flesh, which I knew was her signal. I knew I didn't really have a choice in this, since I'd relinquished control to Dr Forrest at the beginning of the session, so I obediently said, “More please, Nurse,” and Sandra complied with my request. I could feel my milk flowing out of my nipples faster, and the tingling in the end of my breasts increased so that it was no longer just a background sensation, more like having Mom's heavy duty vibrator pressed on them. After about 30 seconds, Dr Forrest squeezed my cunny again, harder this time, and her thumbnail dug into the base of my clit, stroking up and down the shaft. “More please, Nurse,” I asked again, hearing two more clicks this time, and feeling a much greater increase in the suction on my titties. I heard Nurse Sandra say, “That's level 7 now Doctor, there's plenty more to go yet, though,” as she came over to my side, held the breast cups, and pulled them upwards slightly, stretching my titties with them. Expecting them to come off, and relieve the pressure, I was disappointed to see they were securely attached, and my nipples were being drawn further down the tubes, milk streaming out of them. Once more, Dr Forrest dug her fingers into my mound, and I thrust my hips upward, hard into the sharp nails. “Please Nurse Sandra,” I asked, with a pleading tone in my voice, “please can you turn up the suction on my titties.” Another click on the pump made me arch my back, and my hands tried to reach up, but the Velcro straps held me secure, as I watched my poor bosom being sucked further into the cones of the shields, my nipples extended nearly an inch long.
“Nearly there Katie, just another 30 seconds,” Dr Forrest informed me, then squeezed my cunny hard again.
Struggling now to keep focussed, I responded, “mmm More please.” Another click, “That’s level 9 now Katie,” said the nurse, “I’m sure you’d like to take another step, wouldn’t you darling.”
Because she emphasised the last part of her comment, my submissiveness raised the hair on my neck, making me gasp out, “Yes please,” even though both my titties were now hurting deep inside, and I could see my teats getting longer. The milk flow was only just a few drops, but the sensations through my milk ducts were awesome, setting off against the burning passion deep in my girlcleft as the doctor rubbed her thumb across my erect clit. I knew I wasn’t at my limit though, so I asked for another notch, bending backwards as it hit, then a few seconds later another click, and I exploded in orgasm as shattering waves of passion raced through me.
Dr Forrest stroked my hair as I got my breath back, and calmed down, complementing me very highly for being able to deliver 2.3 ounces of milk on my first session, adding that she would now expect higher volumes on future events. Nurse Sandra now removed the shields from my breasts, the suction having been released, wiped me down with a cloth, then released the Velcro straps from my arms and legs. The doctor examined my breasts carefully, and they were much softer now that the milk pressure had been drained, more comfortable, although my nipples were still a little sore when she rolled them between her fingers. Using a ruler, she measured the length and diameter of both teats, writing the results in my notes, then gripping tighter, she pulled hard on my right nipple, checking how far it could be stretched, repeating it on my left nipple as well.
I asked if I could use the bathroom, as I was dying to pee, and Dr Forrest said, “Yes Katie, you have my permission, because we need a urine sample for analysis. Stand up, please.” When I had carefully climbed off the table, Dr Forrest commanded, “Straight!”, and I immediately stood to attention while she rubbed my lower tummy, just above my pubis, and pressed on my bladder, till I almosed pee’d myself. “Mmm, you do seem rather full, young lady. Nurse, can you pass me a large sample cup please.” I had to spread my legs while the doctor held a glass container under my cunny for me to pee into as they both watched. I pulled my slit apart so as not to spray everywhere, then carefully released my bladder, holding back some of the pressure, but the container soon filled, and I was ordered to stop. I love being made to stop in mid flow, struggling not to wet myself, it’s one of the games Mom and I play quite often, but it has an added pique in front of strangers. Well, not real strangers today, since I know Dr Forrest very well, and have seen Nurse Sandra a few times, but toilet games are very private usually. The nurse said they had no more containers in the office, and I would have to finish in the restroom, so she took my elbow, and guided me firmly out of the office, across the corridor, and into the restroom, where she stood holding the door open, instructing me to squat with my knees apart, but not to sit down. I gratefully released the rest of my flow into the pan, but Nurse Sandra kept ordering me to stop every few seconds, adjust my position slightly, usually to a more revealing one, then let me continue. Another patient came into the restroom, she'd no doubt seen me walk naked out of the doctor's office, but now she stood and openly admired my nude body as I was toilet trained by the nurse. Being so brazenly displayed while performing my private bodily functions was making my pussy twitch with excitement, and when I'd finished, the nurse ordered me out to the wash basins, then wiped between my legs as an added humiliation.
In all the years that Dr Forrest has been caring for my health, I have often been taken from room to room with no care for how I was dressed, or undressed, in full view of all the patients in the small waiting room, and no-one has ever, to my knowledge, made any complaint about my display. Mind you, I was not the only patient to suffer this shameful display, over the years I must have seen a dozen others paraded around completely undressed, especially to the restroom.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test (this post) – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
Wednesday 13 October 2010
Tuesday 12 October 2010
Doctors Visit - Initial Obs
Introduction -
A few weeks after my 21st birthday I received a call from my MD's office to make an appointment for a special checkup, and the receptionist organised it to coincide with the end of the next period when I would be available.
I was instructed to make sure that I didn't shave my pussy during my period, though I normally keep it smooth most of the time. This was because part of the medical study I was on recorded growth patterns in pubic hair, but I also knew that the doctor likes to shave young girls herself during the examination, and to be honest, I was rather looking forward to it.
A supply of tablets were delivered to my home by courier, on the instructions of my doctor, and the first set were to take as part of the workup, starting with day 1 of my period, one tablet taken in the morning, then another one in the early evening. There was also a second set of tablets which were to be started on day 5 of my period, which would be the morning of my doctor’s appointment.
I was going to write a quick account of my visit, but so much happened during the day that I decided to try and record it all, both for my own benefit in times to come, and also for anyone else that might read my story, and perhaps enjoy it. What I'll have to do though is split it up into multiple posts, or it will be much too long as a single narrative. Then I will have to link them together so I can navigate to all the different parts of the account.
So here goes ----
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
Initial Obs (this post) – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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By the time I walked into Dr Forrest’s office, my breasts were quite swollen, and also very tender. The receptionist had me sign all the usual set of patient permission forms, and after a few minutes I was taken in to see the doctor. I was invited to sit at the side of her desk while she went through a routine medical questionaire, to make sure my general health was OK, then she reminded me that this exam would be a milestone investigation, with several additional test procedures. I assured her that I was OK with that, and quite prepared to co-operate fully with whatever she wanted me to do, as I always had done. She smiled at that, made some more notes on my chart, then said,”Right then Katie, let’s get started with your basic obs. Stand up please, arms by your side.”
Obediently, I stood as directed, quietly passive as the doctor came over and began to unbutton my blouse, folding it open to display my black and red, flowered bra. Doctor Forrest ran her fingertips across my bare tummy, playing with the pendant in my navel piercing, as she looked into my eyes, and asked, smiling, “Are you going to be a good girl, Katie?”
This was Doctor Forrest’s ‘key phrase’, which invited me to be submissive, or else I could choose to have just a normal exam, if I wanted to, by giving the proper response.
Perhaps I should explain. My personality is quite submissive by nature, and always has been for as long as I can remember, although I only began to realise it when I was about ten years old, and had begun to have more serious girl talks with Mom. On occasion, I like to be under the control of other people, if I like and trust them, but not with anything too serious. I wouldn’t be a slave, or anything like that, or do something that went against my basic moral nature, but there is something really hot about being told what to do, rather than asked, particularly by an authority figure. Beverly Forrest had been our family MD since just after we moved to Florida, and had gradually drawn out the way I felt about things during each of my visits, both when my Mom came with me, and when I came on my own to see her as I got older. Mom is a submissive too, so maybe I inherited it from her, or just learned from her example, but Dr Forrest knew all about both of us, and was very supportive.
In response to the doctor’s question, I lowered my head, and said in a soft, quiet voice, “Yes Miss, of course I am.” This signified my acceptance, and offered her complete control over me during my visit today, which was the arrangement we had come to, quite a few years ago. If my response had instead been, “I’ll try, Doctor”, then it showed that I preferred a normal doctor/patient relationship at this particular time. Of course, I could always change my mind at any time during my treatment, by using a safe word “good girl”, then Dr Forrest would pause what she was doing, and ask the key phrase again, which gave me the opportunity to change the situation if there was something I was not comfortable with.
“Very well Katie, hand me your blouse, “ said the doctor, so I slipped my arms out and handed it to her, watching as she placed it in one of her desk drawers. She had me turn round while she undid my skirt, holding it in place while I turned to face her, then let it slide down slowly to reveal my matching panties and suspender belt, and dark, lace top stockings. I stepped out of my skirt, and gave it to her to be placed in the drawer as well. Standing in my underwear, while she remained fully dressed, was a delicious feeling, especially as she is a very good looking woman, and she increased my pleasure as I was instructed to present myself. I turned, posed, bent and twisted my body to display every part of me, even performing an Arabesque to expose my crotch to her.
Finally I was told to stand straight, then Dr Forrest took my blood pressure, listened to my heart and lungs, took my temperature, looked in my mouth and ears, in my eyes, and felt the lymph glands in my neck, all of which were recorded on my chart. Next, I was taken over to the far wall to have my height and weight checked, and duly noted, then back to stand by her desk again. The doctor now reached around me, pressing up against my front as she slowly unclasped my bra, breathing in the scent of my perfume, then flicking her tongue against my earlobe, which sent erotic shivers right through me. Removing my upper covering, placing it also in her desk drawer, she came back with a tailors tape to measure my chest, my bust, arms, and waist, noting the sizes, then she carefully took my panties down to my knees. Carefully measuring my hips, and around both thighs, and calves, she next placed the tape against the base of my spine, passed it between my legs, upward towards my navel to take that measurement, then pulled it tighter and tighter, sinking it deep into my cleft, for a final size. Putting the tape down, Dr Forrest stood back to look me over, then ordered me to clasp my hands behind me, before going out of the office, leaving the door wide open behind her. Feeling my cunny tingle at being openly exposed in public like this, I looked at the doorway, then the large mirror in front of me, clearly displaying my nakedness to anyone who might walk past. Several people did in fact go down the corridor, looking in to see me, then a nurse came in, took hold of my arm, moving me forward, and to the side, then pressed down on my shoulders, as if planting me on the spot. I realised that I wouldn’t be able to see my reflection in this new position, but as I watched her turn and leave, I could see her back in the mirror as she walked over towards reception, sat behind the desk, and then looked over towards me. Although I was in the privacy of the doctor’s office, I was still visible to the corner of the reception desk, and as I studied the scene, I could see a substantial part of the waiting room, where several patients were sat reading magazines. Gradually, they all looked around at one time or another, studying the pictures and posters displayed on the walls, or people coming and going, but eventually their gaze would pass my door, sometimes passing by unseeing, but often staying, or returning. Their expressions were a treasure to watch as they tried to decide if they were mistaken, or this was a real woman, exposed half naked in a mirror down the corridor. Some looked over avidly, others turned away embarrassed, but kept returning to watch some more, and to reinforce the truth, I would fidget, and adjust my position slightly, so they would know that I was a real person, accidentally revealed to them. I carefully observed them only from the corner of my vision, not making eye contact, as if I hadn’t noticed they were there, or that I had become immodestly displayed in this fashion. In actual fact, being exposed like this was more exciting to me than they could imagine, my passion rising as my pussy itched, growing damp, and my nipples erected painfully, throbbing with my increased pulse.
Finally Dr Forrest returned, pushing the door closed behind her, hiding me from view, then she walked over, and I could see that she was holding a camera, as she explained that she wanted to record the growth of my pubic bush, for my study notes. As she knelt in front of me to frame the shot, the door behind her slowly started to swing open, she must have not latched it properly, and I was soon on display once more. After a few pictures, the doctor removed my panties completely, and brought a chair to the side of me, telling me to place one foot on it, so that my legs spread wide open, fully revealing every detail of my lightly furred slit, and the outer lips gradually peeling apart. The final shots were of the extent my hair grew to the rear, and I was ordered to turn my back to her with my feet wide apart, then bend right over and touch the floor, completely exposing the groove of my bottom, the rosebud anus with a few sparse hairs, and the base of my girlcleft, now parted to display my pink entrance. Not only was all this exposed to the doctor, but also to all those in the waiting room who looked this way. When the pictures were finished, Dr Forrest put her camera on the desk, then walked over and closed the door again, this time with an audible click as it latched properly, but she never made any comment about it, as if it were totally inconsequential.
I was still bent over, having been given no instructions to change position, dressed in only my garter belt and stockings, which no doubt framed my exposed private places very nicely, when the doctor brought a chair over, and sat directly behind me. “Are you comfortable, Katie?” she asked quietly. “Yes thank you, Miss”, I replied, then gasped in surprise as her thumbs pressed into my inner thighs at the top, right on a pressure point. I held my composure as she dug in harder and harder, making my legs tremble, then she released, and moved to the base of my buttocks, pressing hard again, then continued testing every sensitive spot on my rear end, till I could hardly keep in position. “Well done, young lady, your muscle tone is very good. Are you still keeping up your exercise routines?” “Yes Miss, nearly every day,” I replied, “and I stretch morning and evening.”
Dr Forrest was stroking the backs of her fingers down along my spread pussy, right to the top of my mound, which was now inverted in this position, then she began pull the hairs covering it, gently at first, but getting harder, sometimes twisting them into curls.
“I think we need this fur removing, don’t we little girl, you know how I like my charges to be soft and smooth down here. Now I’ve taken the photographs for your file, I can have you spread out for shaving, can’t I my pet.”
I was told to stand up straight, remove my garter belt and stockings, then hand them to the doctor, who put them with the rest of my clothes, in her desk drawer, which she locked. I would now have to remain completely naked for the rest of my examination, and Dr Forrest would return my clothes before I went home, I hoped. Leading me over to the examination couch, the doctor had me lay on my back, place my feet in the stirrups, then she pressed my knees outward, spreading the whole of my crotch wide open. From beneath me she fetched shaving foam, spraying it on my pubis, and in between my legs, before spreading it out, and rubbing it into my exposed flesh, including along my pussy slit, inside the lips as well. Taking a twin blade, disposable razor, she proceeded to shave off every trace of hair from my pubic mound, outer labia, and all around my anal rosebud, pulling my flesh about to keep the skin tight under the razor. When she’d finished her work, I was as smooth as a kinder garden student, and after pouring a little oil into her hand, Dr Forrest rubbed it into my bald contours till I was nice and slick.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs (this post) – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
A few weeks after my 21st birthday I received a call from my MD's office to make an appointment for a special checkup, and the receptionist organised it to coincide with the end of the next period when I would be available.
I was instructed to make sure that I didn't shave my pussy during my period, though I normally keep it smooth most of the time. This was because part of the medical study I was on recorded growth patterns in pubic hair, but I also knew that the doctor likes to shave young girls herself during the examination, and to be honest, I was rather looking forward to it.
A supply of tablets were delivered to my home by courier, on the instructions of my doctor, and the first set were to take as part of the workup, starting with day 1 of my period, one tablet taken in the morning, then another one in the early evening. There was also a second set of tablets which were to be started on day 5 of my period, which would be the morning of my doctor’s appointment.
I was going to write a quick account of my visit, but so much happened during the day that I decided to try and record it all, both for my own benefit in times to come, and also for anyone else that might read my story, and perhaps enjoy it. What I'll have to do though is split it up into multiple posts, or it will be much too long as a single narrative. Then I will have to link them together so I can navigate to all the different parts of the account.
So here goes ----
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
Initial Obs (this post) – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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By the time I walked into Dr Forrest’s office, my breasts were quite swollen, and also very tender. The receptionist had me sign all the usual set of patient permission forms, and after a few minutes I was taken in to see the doctor. I was invited to sit at the side of her desk while she went through a routine medical questionaire, to make sure my general health was OK, then she reminded me that this exam would be a milestone investigation, with several additional test procedures. I assured her that I was OK with that, and quite prepared to co-operate fully with whatever she wanted me to do, as I always had done. She smiled at that, made some more notes on my chart, then said,”Right then Katie, let’s get started with your basic obs. Stand up please, arms by your side.”
Obediently, I stood as directed, quietly passive as the doctor came over and began to unbutton my blouse, folding it open to display my black and red, flowered bra. Doctor Forrest ran her fingertips across my bare tummy, playing with the pendant in my navel piercing, as she looked into my eyes, and asked, smiling, “Are you going to be a good girl, Katie?”
This was Doctor Forrest’s ‘key phrase’, which invited me to be submissive, or else I could choose to have just a normal exam, if I wanted to, by giving the proper response.
Perhaps I should explain. My personality is quite submissive by nature, and always has been for as long as I can remember, although I only began to realise it when I was about ten years old, and had begun to have more serious girl talks with Mom. On occasion, I like to be under the control of other people, if I like and trust them, but not with anything too serious. I wouldn’t be a slave, or anything like that, or do something that went against my basic moral nature, but there is something really hot about being told what to do, rather than asked, particularly by an authority figure. Beverly Forrest had been our family MD since just after we moved to Florida, and had gradually drawn out the way I felt about things during each of my visits, both when my Mom came with me, and when I came on my own to see her as I got older. Mom is a submissive too, so maybe I inherited it from her, or just learned from her example, but Dr Forrest knew all about both of us, and was very supportive.
In response to the doctor’s question, I lowered my head, and said in a soft, quiet voice, “Yes Miss, of course I am.” This signified my acceptance, and offered her complete control over me during my visit today, which was the arrangement we had come to, quite a few years ago. If my response had instead been, “I’ll try, Doctor”, then it showed that I preferred a normal doctor/patient relationship at this particular time. Of course, I could always change my mind at any time during my treatment, by using a safe word “good girl”, then Dr Forrest would pause what she was doing, and ask the key phrase again, which gave me the opportunity to change the situation if there was something I was not comfortable with.
“Very well Katie, hand me your blouse, “ said the doctor, so I slipped my arms out and handed it to her, watching as she placed it in one of her desk drawers. She had me turn round while she undid my skirt, holding it in place while I turned to face her, then let it slide down slowly to reveal my matching panties and suspender belt, and dark, lace top stockings. I stepped out of my skirt, and gave it to her to be placed in the drawer as well. Standing in my underwear, while she remained fully dressed, was a delicious feeling, especially as she is a very good looking woman, and she increased my pleasure as I was instructed to present myself. I turned, posed, bent and twisted my body to display every part of me, even performing an Arabesque to expose my crotch to her.
Finally I was told to stand straight, then Dr Forrest took my blood pressure, listened to my heart and lungs, took my temperature, looked in my mouth and ears, in my eyes, and felt the lymph glands in my neck, all of which were recorded on my chart. Next, I was taken over to the far wall to have my height and weight checked, and duly noted, then back to stand by her desk again. The doctor now reached around me, pressing up against my front as she slowly unclasped my bra, breathing in the scent of my perfume, then flicking her tongue against my earlobe, which sent erotic shivers right through me. Removing my upper covering, placing it also in her desk drawer, she came back with a tailors tape to measure my chest, my bust, arms, and waist, noting the sizes, then she carefully took my panties down to my knees. Carefully measuring my hips, and around both thighs, and calves, she next placed the tape against the base of my spine, passed it between my legs, upward towards my navel to take that measurement, then pulled it tighter and tighter, sinking it deep into my cleft, for a final size. Putting the tape down, Dr Forrest stood back to look me over, then ordered me to clasp my hands behind me, before going out of the office, leaving the door wide open behind her. Feeling my cunny tingle at being openly exposed in public like this, I looked at the doorway, then the large mirror in front of me, clearly displaying my nakedness to anyone who might walk past. Several people did in fact go down the corridor, looking in to see me, then a nurse came in, took hold of my arm, moving me forward, and to the side, then pressed down on my shoulders, as if planting me on the spot. I realised that I wouldn’t be able to see my reflection in this new position, but as I watched her turn and leave, I could see her back in the mirror as she walked over towards reception, sat behind the desk, and then looked over towards me. Although I was in the privacy of the doctor’s office, I was still visible to the corner of the reception desk, and as I studied the scene, I could see a substantial part of the waiting room, where several patients were sat reading magazines. Gradually, they all looked around at one time or another, studying the pictures and posters displayed on the walls, or people coming and going, but eventually their gaze would pass my door, sometimes passing by unseeing, but often staying, or returning. Their expressions were a treasure to watch as they tried to decide if they were mistaken, or this was a real woman, exposed half naked in a mirror down the corridor. Some looked over avidly, others turned away embarrassed, but kept returning to watch some more, and to reinforce the truth, I would fidget, and adjust my position slightly, so they would know that I was a real person, accidentally revealed to them. I carefully observed them only from the corner of my vision, not making eye contact, as if I hadn’t noticed they were there, or that I had become immodestly displayed in this fashion. In actual fact, being exposed like this was more exciting to me than they could imagine, my passion rising as my pussy itched, growing damp, and my nipples erected painfully, throbbing with my increased pulse.
Finally Dr Forrest returned, pushing the door closed behind her, hiding me from view, then she walked over, and I could see that she was holding a camera, as she explained that she wanted to record the growth of my pubic bush, for my study notes. As she knelt in front of me to frame the shot, the door behind her slowly started to swing open, she must have not latched it properly, and I was soon on display once more. After a few pictures, the doctor removed my panties completely, and brought a chair to the side of me, telling me to place one foot on it, so that my legs spread wide open, fully revealing every detail of my lightly furred slit, and the outer lips gradually peeling apart. The final shots were of the extent my hair grew to the rear, and I was ordered to turn my back to her with my feet wide apart, then bend right over and touch the floor, completely exposing the groove of my bottom, the rosebud anus with a few sparse hairs, and the base of my girlcleft, now parted to display my pink entrance. Not only was all this exposed to the doctor, but also to all those in the waiting room who looked this way. When the pictures were finished, Dr Forrest put her camera on the desk, then walked over and closed the door again, this time with an audible click as it latched properly, but she never made any comment about it, as if it were totally inconsequential.
I was still bent over, having been given no instructions to change position, dressed in only my garter belt and stockings, which no doubt framed my exposed private places very nicely, when the doctor brought a chair over, and sat directly behind me. “Are you comfortable, Katie?” she asked quietly. “Yes thank you, Miss”, I replied, then gasped in surprise as her thumbs pressed into my inner thighs at the top, right on a pressure point. I held my composure as she dug in harder and harder, making my legs tremble, then she released, and moved to the base of my buttocks, pressing hard again, then continued testing every sensitive spot on my rear end, till I could hardly keep in position. “Well done, young lady, your muscle tone is very good. Are you still keeping up your exercise routines?” “Yes Miss, nearly every day,” I replied, “and I stretch morning and evening.”
Dr Forrest was stroking the backs of her fingers down along my spread pussy, right to the top of my mound, which was now inverted in this position, then she began pull the hairs covering it, gently at first, but getting harder, sometimes twisting them into curls.
“I think we need this fur removing, don’t we little girl, you know how I like my charges to be soft and smooth down here. Now I’ve taken the photographs for your file, I can have you spread out for shaving, can’t I my pet.”
I was told to stand up straight, remove my garter belt and stockings, then hand them to the doctor, who put them with the rest of my clothes, in her desk drawer, which she locked. I would now have to remain completely naked for the rest of my examination, and Dr Forrest would return my clothes before I went home, I hoped. Leading me over to the examination couch, the doctor had me lay on my back, place my feet in the stirrups, then she pressed my knees outward, spreading the whole of my crotch wide open. From beneath me she fetched shaving foam, spraying it on my pubis, and in between my legs, before spreading it out, and rubbing it into my exposed flesh, including along my pussy slit, inside the lips as well. Taking a twin blade, disposable razor, she proceeded to shave off every trace of hair from my pubic mound, outer labia, and all around my anal rosebud, pulling my flesh about to keep the skin tight under the razor. When she’d finished her work, I was as smooth as a kinder garden student, and after pouring a little oil into her hand, Dr Forrest rubbed it into my bald contours till I was nice and slick.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs (this post) – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
Thursday 7 October 2010
New Task Assignment - Grown Up Period
Uncle Robert sometimes gives me little tasks to do because he knows that I'm a bit submissive, and every once in a while I enjoy being told what to do, by someone that I trust.
He would never ask me to do anything that would get me into trouble, or that would hurt me seriously, although sometimes my assignments are a bit uncomfortable.
He has set me a new task this week, and in preparation I had to perform a "Blushing". No, not something embarrassing that would make my cheeks color up nice and pink. Over the weekend, when I showered I had to wash both my nipples with an exfoliating glove, one of those rough stretchy ones with the lurex threads through it. I normally use the glove once a month, as part of my beauty ritual all over my body, but quite lightly, just till my skin is all nice and tingly. The blushing, however, concentrates on my nipples, and I have to rub much harder, pulling and twisting the teats as well, till every trace of dead skin has been removed. When I've finished, my nipples are bright red, and really sensitive to the touch, just wearing my bra keeps them constantly erect. Afterwards, I have to rub body lotion into them three times a day to keep them soft.
The task Uncle Robert has set me is "To have a grown up period."
This is one of his pet projects that he sets me because he still thinks of me as a little girl, mainly because I'm a virgin, with a very small pussy. He keeps encouraging me to have my cherry removed so that I can enjoy sex properly, with decent sized equipment, but I won't co-operate, so this task is his method of additional encouragement.
Just after he set the task, a package arrived in the mail for me, and inside was a pretty cardboard box, decorated with a flower pattern, and a label on the front that said "Lady Fresh - Large Tampons For Little Girls." I've no idea where he gets them from, but he and Grandad have lots of very unusual connections, and he says these are specially made and packaged by some role play friends of his. Anyway, I started my period today, and I have to use these large tampons instead of my usual slender ones, which means I'm going to be stretched every time I change. If I run out of my normal tampon I can borrow Mom's without too much difficulty, although if she only has Super left, then I struggle a little bit to insert them. Getting the Lady Fresh to go inside me was really difficult as I worked the rounded end through my hymen, really opening me up, then pushed it in as far as the ridges. The insertion of the tampon itself, after that, was reasonably easy, but the applicator was very uncomfortable where it was stretching my insides.
At this point I'm not allowed to remove the applicator tube yet because the second part of my task is to invert my nipples. I have to place the nail of my index fingers onto the centre of each nipple then press inwards till I reach the inner body of my breast, and I'm pushing into the solid core. When I know how deep it is I can draw my finger back a little way, then I have to jab it inwards for a count of five, each one becoming more painful as my nail digs in to my flesh. On the final count I have to hold my nipples pressed inward, with the nail digging harder, as I count to ten before I can release them. This is really painful, and I'm glad when it's done, but I have to ease my fingers back slowly till my breast comes back to shape, leaving a groove in the end of my nipples. The first time I did this I was so relieved to get it over with, but this is not the end though. Uncle Robert pointed out that I have 3 more fingers on each hand, so I now use my middle finger, placing the nail into the crease already in my nipple, and invert my teats again. It's the same process, press inward to find the correct depth, a count down of five, then press and hold for another ten seconds. Now though, my nipples are already hurting from the first one, so this is even worse, and I struggle to keep up the pressure.
I'm a good girl though for Uncle Robert, and persevere until the full time is up. This task gets even more uncomfortable as I use my ring finger, and then my pinkie, the worst of all since it is narrower and usually more pointed than the others.
When I have finished inverting my nipples, which, by the way, doesn't work because they always spring back and stick out even further, I am allowed to withdraw the tampon applicator, and it drags my hymen outwards till it is fully removed.
This procedure has to be repeated every time I change my tampon, which is three or four times a day, and my period usually lasts four days.
At lunchtime I went into the restroom at work to change my tampon, and I'd forgotten how much more difficult the Lady Fresh are to remove. This widthways expansion is fine with slender ones, or for someone with a vagina the same size all the way down, but my cherry is a serious constriction at my entrance. I had to pull the cord so hard to force it through the opening that I was sure it would break, but they are well made, so eventually it forced my hymen to stretch wide enough to start coming out. There was a really bad pain in my pussy as it came through, but at last it was out of me. The good side is that when I inserted my new one I was already stretched, so it was better than the morning had been, but it was still uncomfortable leaving the applicator tube wedged inside while I inverted my nipples. I sat on the toilet and lifted my blouse and bra above my boobs, rolling them up so I could see what I was doing, and I couldn't help giving myself a quick fondle first. When I started doing the first inversion I was flinching each time I jabbed my index finger into my nipple, and I remembered that I was supposed to relax, but I couldn't start again, I had to keep the pressure up until my muscles had slackened, then I could start the count. This meant I had my nails digging into me for an extra six or seven seconds, adding to my discomfort. I managed to get through the rest of the inversions, with my other fingernails, but it felt like my teats had been sliced in half. I was going to cut my nails a couple of days ago, but Uncle Robert said I wasn't allowed to do that as it would make the task too easy. I was only allowed to shape the edges, without shortening them, then he ordered me to paint them with my brightest red nail polish, to give me what he calls "slut nails". I also had to paint my toenails to match, and wear open shoes when I went to work.
Friday
My breasts are really tender this morning, and seem a little swollen, more firm than usual, but the nipples hurt ever so much more when I inverted them while changing my tampon in the bathroom. It looks like I'm in for a difficult day today.
That was an understatement, I must have put my Barbie head on this morning when I got dressed. Some of the folks in the office were going out for drinks after work, so I put on a lovely set of undies, with stockings and garter belt, a nice dress, and my heels. OK, what’s wrong with that? When I changed my tampon at lunchtime, and went to invert my nipples, I should have lifted my blouse and bra to get at them, but I couldn’t lift my dress that far because the waist is too small, and it would have bunched up too much material under my chin. Stupid girl that I am, I had to unzip the back of the dress, and take it off altogether, leaving me in just my undies. Then, rather than lifting my bra, which I only do because my blouse is usually in the way, I unfastened the clasp, and took that completely off as well. My panties were already pushed down to my thighs, so they came off next, and there I was in a restroom stall, nearly naked, just garter belt, stockings, and high heels. This was a public restroom, well my office actually, which made it even worse, and I thought I must look like a slut. That mental image sent a ripple of pleasure through my cunny, and I couldn’t help myself, I had to open the door. There are three stalls in this ladies restroom, and the other two were empty, as was the washbasin area, which is backed by mirrors, so I had the place to myself. With the door open I could see my reflection in the mirror, bare breasts and tummy, lacy garter belt framing a lightly furred mound, and legs slightly parted to display the slit between them. I felt deliciously naughty, and submissive, so I put my arms behind me and clasped opposite elbows, which pulls my shoulders back, and thrusts my chest out. After admiring my exposed nakedness for a few minutes, I stepped forward to just outside the threshold, so I was now technically in the open public area. I had to get on with things before someone came in, so I placed my fingernail on each nipple, and watched as I inverted them, pressing agonisingly hard into the soft, tender flesh. My face was screwed up in a grimace, but I was proud to see my tummy muscles were relaxed, despite my desperate need tense up against the pain. My middle fingers were next to torture my poor little teats, and while my body looked looked to be coping with this difficult situation, I was struggling to keep control of my breathing.
I’d just completed this section, when I heard the outer door, and quickly stepped back into the stall, closing the door quietly, my heart beating twenty to the dozen. With the woman in the next stall to me, just feet away, I had to try and invert my nipples with my ring finger, and then my pinky, with as little noise as possible so as not to draw attention to myself. I managed to hold it together till she left, completing both fingers, then I had to finish off, which I didn’t mention earlier.
If I’m not able to invert my nipples, which I never am, Uncle Robert says it’s because I’m a sexy little minx, who is too easily excited, and I have no control of my sexual passions. Since I’m just a helpless slut, I have to put my teats back to their normal shape, and get on with my life. What this entails, is that I have to grip both my nipples, and roll them between my thumb and forefinger, backwards and forwards, ten times, until the grooves caused by my nails have been removed. Uncle Robert designed this ritual because he knows exactly how tender a girl’s nipples are after the way I’ve been made to try and invert them. It’s not only the pain caused by squeezing them hard, but when they are rolled, it’s absolute agony. His one concession in this is that I don’t have to be brave and relax, I’m allowed to tense against the pain, to wriggle about, and to squeal, if I really want to. Of course, as I stood in the toilet stall, twisting my sore nipples back and forth, I did tense up, and wriggle all over the place, even rubbing my pussy slit against the toilet roll holder as a distraction, but I couldn’t squeal. What if someone heard me, and came to see if I was alright, that would never do, so I grit my teeth, and suffer in silence. But in all this, I’m still happy, because I know that Uncle Robert will be proud of me for being a good, obedient little girl.
Saturday
It’s the weekend, Yay!!
I had a nice lay in this morning, but I was still up before Mom, so I took her a cup of coffee and a slice of toast in bed as a treat. I snuggled in with her as well, and after we had eaten our breakfast, we cuddled for a while, which is so very nice. We were kissing and fondling for a few minutes, and when I winced as she rubbed my titties, she asked me how I was coping with Uncle Robert’s task. She knows all about it, and sometimes has her own tasks to do for him, so she appreciates what he can be like. I said that I was doing OK, but my nipples were much more sore than usual with the period task, and my breasts themselves were swollen and hurting as well. Mom rolled me onto my back, then sat astride my tummy while she stroked and gently squeezed both of my nipples, and my breasts, then said it was probably just the effects of my period together with the medication my doctor had started me on this week. I have a scheduled check up next week, so I’m taking some pre-meds as part of the work up, and sometimes they do make me a little swollen and tender, but not usually as much as this. Mom said I’d have to be brave and stick it out, but she would help me out over the weekend, and try to make it a bit easier.
We cuddled a bit longer, but then internal pressure from the coffee forced us out of our nice cosy bed. When we were both relieved, Mom had me stand with my foot on the bath, then knelt in front of me and played lady’s maid as she changed my tampon for me. We don’t play this game often, but both of us love the personal attention, even if it does take so much longer to get anything done. My maid was having great difficulty this morning inserting a brand new Lady Fresh, and must have tried twenty or thirty times before she succeeded, despite holding my private parts in place with a judiciously placed thumb right in the top of my slit. When it was finally inserted, and the tube still left in place to stretch me, she remained kneeling while I attended to my nipples. I must admit it’s much nicer performing my personal ablutions in my own bathroom, surrounded by all the comforts of home, and a large mirror to let me enjoy watching everything that happens. As I dug my nails into each of my sore nipples, Mom distracted me by balancing the pain with pleasure, as she stroked my pussy, alternating between rubbing my clit, and then gripping my lower lips to stretch them downwards. When I changed fingers, she moved behind me to squeeze my butt, then spank both cheeks as I counted to ten. When I used my middle finger she moved me over to the vanity stool, rubbed lotion into my little rosebud, then pushed my hips down so that I was forced to sit with a vibrator she had placed on the seat pushed up my bottom. For my final finger, the slim pinky, she left me sat on the stool, but climbed on behind me, reaching round to the front to push my thighs apart. Each time I counted, Mom spanked my pussy with her hand, right on my girlcleft, not too hard, but enough to make it sting.
Sunday
Lazy day today, well sort of! Stayed in bed till 10am, despite Mom calling me to do my chores.
This should be the last day of my period today, and I will have fully completed Uncle Robert's task assignment. I went to the bathroom to remove my overnight tampon, and even with a light flow, it was stretching me wide as I pulled it through my hymen, dragging the skin outwards. It's not just my period that makes it expand, it's because I get very wet when I'm sexually excited. Inserting the new Lady Fresh was a little bit easier after three days of widening out, but it still felt uncomfortable to leave the applicator tube wedged inside me. I started the nipple inversion procedure, and it hurt just to press my nail a tiny way into my sore flesh, and today I really struggled to relax. No matter what I tried, those initial count down jabs made my tummy tighten up, so when I applied the main pressure the agony made it almost impossible to loosen up. I must have had my nails digging in to my nipples for an additional ten or fifteen seconds before I was able to commence the proper count, and towards the end it became so excruciating I was almost in tears.
At least I had only one more change today, which I have just completed. The final manipulation to roll my teats back into shape was absolute agony, and at one point I even pee'd my panties, so now I'll have to change clothes.
I'm glad it's over, and I'm sure Uncle Robert will be pleased when I tell him how I did.
your obedient servant
Katie
He would never ask me to do anything that would get me into trouble, or that would hurt me seriously, although sometimes my assignments are a bit uncomfortable.
He has set me a new task this week, and in preparation I had to perform a "Blushing". No, not something embarrassing that would make my cheeks color up nice and pink. Over the weekend, when I showered I had to wash both my nipples with an exfoliating glove, one of those rough stretchy ones with the lurex threads through it. I normally use the glove once a month, as part of my beauty ritual all over my body, but quite lightly, just till my skin is all nice and tingly. The blushing, however, concentrates on my nipples, and I have to rub much harder, pulling and twisting the teats as well, till every trace of dead skin has been removed. When I've finished, my nipples are bright red, and really sensitive to the touch, just wearing my bra keeps them constantly erect. Afterwards, I have to rub body lotion into them three times a day to keep them soft.
The task Uncle Robert has set me is "To have a grown up period."
This is one of his pet projects that he sets me because he still thinks of me as a little girl, mainly because I'm a virgin, with a very small pussy. He keeps encouraging me to have my cherry removed so that I can enjoy sex properly, with decent sized equipment, but I won't co-operate, so this task is his method of additional encouragement.
Just after he set the task, a package arrived in the mail for me, and inside was a pretty cardboard box, decorated with a flower pattern, and a label on the front that said "Lady Fresh - Large Tampons For Little Girls." I've no idea where he gets them from, but he and Grandad have lots of very unusual connections, and he says these are specially made and packaged by some role play friends of his. Anyway, I started my period today, and I have to use these large tampons instead of my usual slender ones, which means I'm going to be stretched every time I change. If I run out of my normal tampon I can borrow Mom's without too much difficulty, although if she only has Super left, then I struggle a little bit to insert them. Getting the Lady Fresh to go inside me was really difficult as I worked the rounded end through my hymen, really opening me up, then pushed it in as far as the ridges. The insertion of the tampon itself, after that, was reasonably easy, but the applicator was very uncomfortable where it was stretching my insides.
At this point I'm not allowed to remove the applicator tube yet because the second part of my task is to invert my nipples. I have to place the nail of my index fingers onto the centre of each nipple then press inwards till I reach the inner body of my breast, and I'm pushing into the solid core. When I know how deep it is I can draw my finger back a little way, then I have to jab it inwards for a count of five, each one becoming more painful as my nail digs in to my flesh. On the final count I have to hold my nipples pressed inward, with the nail digging harder, as I count to ten before I can release them. This is really painful, and I'm glad when it's done, but I have to ease my fingers back slowly till my breast comes back to shape, leaving a groove in the end of my nipples. The first time I did this I was so relieved to get it over with, but this is not the end though. Uncle Robert pointed out that I have 3 more fingers on each hand, so I now use my middle finger, placing the nail into the crease already in my nipple, and invert my teats again. It's the same process, press inward to find the correct depth, a count down of five, then press and hold for another ten seconds. Now though, my nipples are already hurting from the first one, so this is even worse, and I struggle to keep up the pressure.
I'm a good girl though for Uncle Robert, and persevere until the full time is up. This task gets even more uncomfortable as I use my ring finger, and then my pinkie, the worst of all since it is narrower and usually more pointed than the others.
When I have finished inverting my nipples, which, by the way, doesn't work because they always spring back and stick out even further, I am allowed to withdraw the tampon applicator, and it drags my hymen outwards till it is fully removed.
This procedure has to be repeated every time I change my tampon, which is three or four times a day, and my period usually lasts four days.
At lunchtime I went into the restroom at work to change my tampon, and I'd forgotten how much more difficult the Lady Fresh are to remove. This widthways expansion is fine with slender ones, or for someone with a vagina the same size all the way down, but my cherry is a serious constriction at my entrance. I had to pull the cord so hard to force it through the opening that I was sure it would break, but they are well made, so eventually it forced my hymen to stretch wide enough to start coming out. There was a really bad pain in my pussy as it came through, but at last it was out of me. The good side is that when I inserted my new one I was already stretched, so it was better than the morning had been, but it was still uncomfortable leaving the applicator tube wedged inside while I inverted my nipples. I sat on the toilet and lifted my blouse and bra above my boobs, rolling them up so I could see what I was doing, and I couldn't help giving myself a quick fondle first. When I started doing the first inversion I was flinching each time I jabbed my index finger into my nipple, and I remembered that I was supposed to relax, but I couldn't start again, I had to keep the pressure up until my muscles had slackened, then I could start the count. This meant I had my nails digging into me for an extra six or seven seconds, adding to my discomfort. I managed to get through the rest of the inversions, with my other fingernails, but it felt like my teats had been sliced in half. I was going to cut my nails a couple of days ago, but Uncle Robert said I wasn't allowed to do that as it would make the task too easy. I was only allowed to shape the edges, without shortening them, then he ordered me to paint them with my brightest red nail polish, to give me what he calls "slut nails". I also had to paint my toenails to match, and wear open shoes when I went to work.
Friday
My breasts are really tender this morning, and seem a little swollen, more firm than usual, but the nipples hurt ever so much more when I inverted them while changing my tampon in the bathroom. It looks like I'm in for a difficult day today.
That was an understatement, I must have put my Barbie head on this morning when I got dressed. Some of the folks in the office were going out for drinks after work, so I put on a lovely set of undies, with stockings and garter belt, a nice dress, and my heels. OK, what’s wrong with that? When I changed my tampon at lunchtime, and went to invert my nipples, I should have lifted my blouse and bra to get at them, but I couldn’t lift my dress that far because the waist is too small, and it would have bunched up too much material under my chin. Stupid girl that I am, I had to unzip the back of the dress, and take it off altogether, leaving me in just my undies. Then, rather than lifting my bra, which I only do because my blouse is usually in the way, I unfastened the clasp, and took that completely off as well. My panties were already pushed down to my thighs, so they came off next, and there I was in a restroom stall, nearly naked, just garter belt, stockings, and high heels. This was a public restroom, well my office actually, which made it even worse, and I thought I must look like a slut. That mental image sent a ripple of pleasure through my cunny, and I couldn’t help myself, I had to open the door. There are three stalls in this ladies restroom, and the other two were empty, as was the washbasin area, which is backed by mirrors, so I had the place to myself. With the door open I could see my reflection in the mirror, bare breasts and tummy, lacy garter belt framing a lightly furred mound, and legs slightly parted to display the slit between them. I felt deliciously naughty, and submissive, so I put my arms behind me and clasped opposite elbows, which pulls my shoulders back, and thrusts my chest out. After admiring my exposed nakedness for a few minutes, I stepped forward to just outside the threshold, so I was now technically in the open public area. I had to get on with things before someone came in, so I placed my fingernail on each nipple, and watched as I inverted them, pressing agonisingly hard into the soft, tender flesh. My face was screwed up in a grimace, but I was proud to see my tummy muscles were relaxed, despite my desperate need tense up against the pain. My middle fingers were next to torture my poor little teats, and while my body looked looked to be coping with this difficult situation, I was struggling to keep control of my breathing.
I’d just completed this section, when I heard the outer door, and quickly stepped back into the stall, closing the door quietly, my heart beating twenty to the dozen. With the woman in the next stall to me, just feet away, I had to try and invert my nipples with my ring finger, and then my pinky, with as little noise as possible so as not to draw attention to myself. I managed to hold it together till she left, completing both fingers, then I had to finish off, which I didn’t mention earlier.
If I’m not able to invert my nipples, which I never am, Uncle Robert says it’s because I’m a sexy little minx, who is too easily excited, and I have no control of my sexual passions. Since I’m just a helpless slut, I have to put my teats back to their normal shape, and get on with my life. What this entails, is that I have to grip both my nipples, and roll them between my thumb and forefinger, backwards and forwards, ten times, until the grooves caused by my nails have been removed. Uncle Robert designed this ritual because he knows exactly how tender a girl’s nipples are after the way I’ve been made to try and invert them. It’s not only the pain caused by squeezing them hard, but when they are rolled, it’s absolute agony. His one concession in this is that I don’t have to be brave and relax, I’m allowed to tense against the pain, to wriggle about, and to squeal, if I really want to. Of course, as I stood in the toilet stall, twisting my sore nipples back and forth, I did tense up, and wriggle all over the place, even rubbing my pussy slit against the toilet roll holder as a distraction, but I couldn’t squeal. What if someone heard me, and came to see if I was alright, that would never do, so I grit my teeth, and suffer in silence. But in all this, I’m still happy, because I know that Uncle Robert will be proud of me for being a good, obedient little girl.
Saturday
It’s the weekend, Yay!!
I had a nice lay in this morning, but I was still up before Mom, so I took her a cup of coffee and a slice of toast in bed as a treat. I snuggled in with her as well, and after we had eaten our breakfast, we cuddled for a while, which is so very nice. We were kissing and fondling for a few minutes, and when I winced as she rubbed my titties, she asked me how I was coping with Uncle Robert’s task. She knows all about it, and sometimes has her own tasks to do for him, so she appreciates what he can be like. I said that I was doing OK, but my nipples were much more sore than usual with the period task, and my breasts themselves were swollen and hurting as well. Mom rolled me onto my back, then sat astride my tummy while she stroked and gently squeezed both of my nipples, and my breasts, then said it was probably just the effects of my period together with the medication my doctor had started me on this week. I have a scheduled check up next week, so I’m taking some pre-meds as part of the work up, and sometimes they do make me a little swollen and tender, but not usually as much as this. Mom said I’d have to be brave and stick it out, but she would help me out over the weekend, and try to make it a bit easier.
We cuddled a bit longer, but then internal pressure from the coffee forced us out of our nice cosy bed. When we were both relieved, Mom had me stand with my foot on the bath, then knelt in front of me and played lady’s maid as she changed my tampon for me. We don’t play this game often, but both of us love the personal attention, even if it does take so much longer to get anything done. My maid was having great difficulty this morning inserting a brand new Lady Fresh, and must have tried twenty or thirty times before she succeeded, despite holding my private parts in place with a judiciously placed thumb right in the top of my slit. When it was finally inserted, and the tube still left in place to stretch me, she remained kneeling while I attended to my nipples. I must admit it’s much nicer performing my personal ablutions in my own bathroom, surrounded by all the comforts of home, and a large mirror to let me enjoy watching everything that happens. As I dug my nails into each of my sore nipples, Mom distracted me by balancing the pain with pleasure, as she stroked my pussy, alternating between rubbing my clit, and then gripping my lower lips to stretch them downwards. When I changed fingers, she moved behind me to squeeze my butt, then spank both cheeks as I counted to ten. When I used my middle finger she moved me over to the vanity stool, rubbed lotion into my little rosebud, then pushed my hips down so that I was forced to sit with a vibrator she had placed on the seat pushed up my bottom. For my final finger, the slim pinky, she left me sat on the stool, but climbed on behind me, reaching round to the front to push my thighs apart. Each time I counted, Mom spanked my pussy with her hand, right on my girlcleft, not too hard, but enough to make it sting.
Sunday
Lazy day today, well sort of! Stayed in bed till 10am, despite Mom calling me to do my chores.
This should be the last day of my period today, and I will have fully completed Uncle Robert's task assignment. I went to the bathroom to remove my overnight tampon, and even with a light flow, it was stretching me wide as I pulled it through my hymen, dragging the skin outwards. It's not just my period that makes it expand, it's because I get very wet when I'm sexually excited. Inserting the new Lady Fresh was a little bit easier after three days of widening out, but it still felt uncomfortable to leave the applicator tube wedged inside me. I started the nipple inversion procedure, and it hurt just to press my nail a tiny way into my sore flesh, and today I really struggled to relax. No matter what I tried, those initial count down jabs made my tummy tighten up, so when I applied the main pressure the agony made it almost impossible to loosen up. I must have had my nails digging in to my nipples for an additional ten or fifteen seconds before I was able to commence the proper count, and towards the end it became so excruciating I was almost in tears.
At least I had only one more change today, which I have just completed. The final manipulation to roll my teats back into shape was absolute agony, and at one point I even pee'd my panties, so now I'll have to change clothes.
I'm glad it's over, and I'm sure Uncle Robert will be pleased when I tell him how I did.
your obedient servant
Katie
Saturday 2 October 2010
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