During my last visit to my MD, she raised the question concerning what I was going to do about my virginity, since I was now 21 years old, and still hadn’t lost it. During the exam, which had earlier been joined by several medical students, the doctor pointed out that my cherry was quite strong.
“While Katie has a rather tough hymen,” commented Dr Forrest, “that has resisted all attempts so far to tear it, she is still reasonably expandable. How much can you take at the moment, little girl?”
Lowering my eyes, I responded, “Just my index finger, Miss, to full depth, and I have a small pink vibrator that I can squeeze in there without much discomfort.”
Dr Forrest pointed out that the areas of pressure never showed any serious discoloration, so there was little danger of a split developing. She also indicated how the edge of the aperture itself was resistant to injury, noting that this could lead to serious problems later in life, if I wanted to marry.
After the exam, she raised the matter of my virginity, which posed serious difficulty in performing some of the assessments that were part of my review. The dilation test for someone of my age was well below normal because of my intact hymen, and while she appreciated that I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, she urged me to consider my reasoning behind this decision, and also the past and current status of my love life.
Dr Forrest knew from numerous interviews that I was bisexual, and as the discussion had turned to a list of my past encounters, (I was going to say lovers, but no-one actually fitted this category, except one person), the doctor encouraged me to analyse the pros and cons of each one. While many of them had redeeming qualities, they all fell short in several of the important areas, which often was the cause of the relationship breaking down.
Mom and I were talking about it over the weekend, particularly how many boyfriends, and girl friends, I’d had over the years.
My first boyfriend, when I was 12, was James Rodwell from my class at school, and we would hang out with friends in the park down the road, or in the mall at the weekends, but the relationship only went as far as holding hands, or an arm round the shoulder. We hung out together for just over a year, but when we came back after summer break, he really got into studying, and we just drifted apart, seeing less and less of each other.
I was 16 years old when I got my next boyfriend, Gordon Palmer, and he was a real dish, good looking, clever, and very funny. He was on the football team at high school while I was on the swim team, and we’d often pass in the corridor outside the locker rooms when we were both at training. He invited me out with him, to go to the mall with a group of other kids from school, and we were together for a few months. I even invited him back to our house a couple of times, before Mom got home from work, but we went a bit too far one day, and I got into serious trouble over it from Mom.
I’d expected him to stand by me, and explain, but he just ran off and left me, then he broke up with me straight after.
Later that year I was complaining about guys in general, with the rest of the girls on our lunch table in the cafeteria, and when we went back towards classes, one of the girls, Emily Smith, walked with me, saying how much she agreed, and we became good friends. We went to each others houses after school to do our homework together, both our Moms worked till a couple of hours after school turned out, so we were company for each other. We ended up experimenting sexually, comparing our bodies, kissing, and touching, and having masturbation tutorials, which were great fun. Emily had really puffy nipples, which I thought were gorgeous, and she was fascinated with my cherry because she’d broken hers years ago while fingering her pussy. We were together for round about six months, but then we met another group of kids at the mall one Saturday, and both of us were attracted to a couple of the guys. We went around in a foursome most times, even when there might be a dozen kids in the group, we four always stuck together, and eventually Emily started a thing with Martin Price, and I spent more time with Dave Bennet. He was nice in most ways, attentive to what I wanted to do, but he was always pestering me to have sex, even though we had agreed that we’d not go any further than petting for a while. I’d seen how some of the girls at school would go wild with boys, and several of them had reputations, but I had no intention of behaving like that. Dave would ask me to go further every time we were playing with each other, I’d say no, and he’d say OK, then we carried on. In the end he dumped me for one of the cheerleaders, but I found out he had been dating her for about three weeks before he told me.
I was round at his house when he told me, and I was quite upset, but he just shrugged and went out to one of his buddy’s houses, leaving me there with just his sister Marilyn at home. She was really sympathetic with me because she didn’t have a very high opinion of her brother, and didn’t agree with him seeing the cheerleader, and me, at the same time, or the way he told me. She comforted me for a while, then gradually we got kissing each other, which she was really good at, then touching, and eventually we ended up in her bed. She had a great body, and we’d spend hours up in her room, trying on clothes and fixing our makeup, or just sitting around naked, which she loved to do, and so did I, which is probably one of the reasons we got on so well. Marilyn was fantastic at licking pussy which she taught me to do, and we’d do 69 nearly every time we met.
Marilyn went to the same school as me, but not the same classes, and we both got friendly with a girl that had just moved in to her class from out of state, Pamela Hall, inviting her back to my house or Marilyn’s, to make her feel at home. She enjoyed trying on clothes with us, and we did the same when we went over to her house, even having a sleepover a couple of times. When Marilyn found herself a boyfriend, we didn’t see as much of her, but Pamela and I used to hang around a lot, which she thought was absolutely great when she was round at mine, because Mom was so open about sex. Her parents were very straight, and she couldn’t talk to her Mom, other than the basic feminine hygiene stuff she needed to know, and what Pam said was an extremely embarassing chat on birth control where her Mom ended up in a flood of tears. We had a couple of sleepovers, where we had to wear PJ’s at her house, or a robe as well if we had a nightie on, but she loved sleeping over at my house because she could wear what she wanted. She had two gorgeous nighties that an Aunt bought her as presents, which were wonderfully sheer, came halfway up her thighs, and had tiny, cute frilly panties with them. Her Mom thought they were disgusting, and wouldn’t let her wear them outside her locked bedroom, not even with a robe to cover her up, so Pam was over the moon when I told her to bring them over. Not only did she get to wear them, but my Mom kept telling her how much better they made her look, soft and feminine, which Pam thought was wonderful. That night, Pam and I ended up in bed together, though we didn’t get much sleep, or any other night she stayed over after that, we just played most of the night. Pam wasn’t serious about our relationship though, it was just fun for her till she found the right man to marry, which she eventually did, but we saw each other on and off for a couple of years.
When I was 18, and in the graduation year at high school, I was dating Martin Price, who was a really nice guy, very friendly, polite, kind, and really observant of other people’s feelings, by far the best guy I’d ever known. Mom loved him, and he tried his best to make a good impression with her, even bringing her flowers when he picked me up a couple of times. We’d gone as far as petting on our dates, but neither of us wanted to rush into sex till we knew each other better, and we had loads of things to do, and talk about, without needing to jump into bed at every opportunity. We were just past graduation, and doing great together, when his parents moved over to California with his Dad’s employer, and he went with them because he wanted to go to one of the universities over there. We wrote to each other for a couple of months, but then he found a girlfriend over there, so we parted on the best of terms, and just exchange christmas cards now.
When I went to college I got involved with a girl in my General Studies class, Vanessa Butler, who was a profound activist, and wanted to change everything, but she was really friendly with everyone she met, and so funny in conversation. Vanessa was totally gay, and extremely proud of it, so when she found out that I was bisexual, she invited me out on a date, and we were together for a over two months. We eventually parted because she just couldn’t leave things as they were, everything had to be changed to something else. She decorated her apartment three times in about as many months, and when we were together,she wanted to change my wardrobe, my hair, my makeup, and not just a little bit, but drastic changes. The one thing she did like was my smooth pussy, because she’d not had many girlfriends that were hairless, and most of them had refused her suggestions that they shave everything off. Mind you, I refused point blank to shave my head when Vanessa wanted to take me to her stylist, not that I understood what you can make out of a bald head. What really put an end to us though, was a friend of hers who worked at a Body Piercing studio a couple of blocks away from college. I’d agreed to have my navel pierced because it was something I’d always found looked pretty on the women I’d seen who’d had it done, but as usual, Vanessa wanted to go over the top. She wanted me to pierce my nipples, multiple times, both sets of pussy lips, my clitoral hood, and the clit itself, then to have some tattoos done, but I said I wasn’t ready for so much just yet. What I did relent to, was to let her decorate my body with marker pens, as long as they washed off, and her designs didn’t show outside of my normal clothes. She was happy with that for a while, and to be honest, some of them I quite liked, usually the small, neat ones, my favorites being a black cat on my pubic mound, and a pair of joined red cherries right at the top of my slit. My Mom’s favorite was when Vanessa had written “Pussy Slut” across my hairless mound in black script, but she’d got a permanent marker instead of the usualwashable ones, so I had it for nearly a week. I’d kicked up a fuss about that, on principle, but I actually liked it because it was very neat work, and the sentiment actually turned me on. I would never have it done for real though, because it’s too permanent, and in a few years I could get tired of it, or not like it anymore. Vanessa wouldn’t let it lie though, she just went on and on, every time we met, so in the end I finished with her.
During my second year at college I dated about half a dozen guys, some from college, some that I met elsewhere, but while they all presented very well when they were making the effort, it didn’t take to long to get to know them, and discover their failings. Some of these were quite serious, but one of the advantages of studying for a ParaLegal degree is that you learn how to investigate things properly, and you have access to some cool systems.
My best relationship was with Susan Blanchard, who was on the Phys Ed course, and I met down at the college pool. We used to swim together, finish about the same time, then shower and change, so if there was time, we’d go have a coffee afterwards. Sue had really long hair, and she used to ask me to help her wash it, especially to make sure all the shampoo was rinsed out of it afterwards, and since we were both naked, there began to be a lot of sensual touching. We seemed to get on really well together, and thoroughly enjoyed our time together for nearly a year, but then, out of the blue, she said she didn’t want to see me anymore. I saw in the corridor a couple of times, and she’d give a polite hello, but never stop to talk, she never turned up at the pool again while I was there, and she never answered any of my phone messages. I found out from one of the counsellors at college, as we were chatting in the cafeteria, that Sue had met a guy at her church who was a good friend of the family, well his parents were, and they were going to get married the next year. Apparently his Dad was something big in finance in the city, and had loads of money, so the counsellor thought this may be one of the reasons. I was a bit upset that Sue haddn’t explained this to me herself, but that itself showed that she wasn’t concerned about me.
My last girlfriend had been nearly a year ago, Tracy Moran, who I’d met on one of the internships I’d done at college, and we’d been out together about once a week for a couple of months. Most of our conversations were pretty much day to day stuff, girl talk really, and she’s quite a few years older than me, but she’d invited me back to her place on the first date, and we’d had fantastic sex together. We’d dressed up, role played, done a bit of bondage and spanking, taking turns to Domme, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, but at the end of the day Tracy was just after a bit of fun with a younger girl like myself. This lasted for a few months, then she said she wasn’t bothered anymore, and she’d found a new playmate, even younger than me. I wasn’t that bothered really, because we’d never actually got to know each other, it was just sex, so we agreed to move on.
When Mom and I talked over all of these boyfriends and girlfriends, the only relationship I’d had in all this time that meant anything to me, the only person who genuinely cared about me, and my own needs, was my Mom. Not only that, but I felt exactly the same about her. Apart from the fact that we were related, we were the perfect couple, loving, caring, willing to put the others wellbeing and happiness before our own interests. Neither of us had a partner, and we already lived together. Having an incestuous sexual relationship wouldn’t present the usual inbreeding problems, since we were unlikely to have any children between us, and we already had sex with each other, just on an occasional basis. We were both bisexual, with a strong preference for girls, we shared many of the same interests in erotica, and porn, and were both submissive. We discussed this last point at some length because both Mom and Dad had been submissives when they married, and it hadn’t worked out for them. Dad had left after six years, but he’d really struggled during that time, and while Mom had willingly Dommed him when he needed it, he was never comfortable doing the same for her, in fact he seemed to resent her. Finally we came to the decision that Dad had got married because his sister, my Aunt Adele, had told him to, not because he loved Mom. Fond of her yes, but not love. Once he’d lost Aunt Adele’s control, he couldn’t cope on his own, and he knew that Mom wasn’t really a Domme, so he went looking elsewhere, and found his secretary, who he’d happily run off with to the other side of the country, for all we knew. The relationship between Mom and I was much stronger than that, and we were confident that it would survive the test of time. We also knew that if either of us should meet someone else we grew to love, then we would be happy to let the other one go, because we would still have our family bond.
We have looked into the restrictions on lesbian incest, and it appears that New Jersey, where my Grandad lives, does not apply any penalties for incest when both parties are 18 years of age or older.
In all states, close blood-relatives that fall under the incest statutes include father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew, and in some states, first cousins. Many states also apply incest laws to non-blood relations including stepparents, step-siblings, and in-laws
So what happens in Florida ?
Statute 826.04 Incest. ---
Whoever knowingly marries or has sexual intercourse with a person to whom he is related by lineal consanguinity, or a brother, sister, uncle, aunt, nephew, or niece, commits incest, which constitutes a felony of the third degree, punishable as provided in s. 775.082, s. 775.083, or s. 775.084. "Sexual intercourse" is the penetration of the female sex organ by the male sex organ, however slight; emission of semen is not required.
Our conclusion is that since there is no penetration by a male sex organ, lesbian relationships between close family cannot be considered incest.
Virginity is considered important by many people, myself included, because it is a one time only gift that a girl can give to whoever she chooses. Many people think it is only for a husband, and while this may not always be the case, I believe it is important that it is given to someone you love, and deeply care for, not wasted frivolously.
There are different attitudes as to wether someone is a virgin or not, today there is a lot of peer pressure to lose your virginity, and be like the rest of the group, but it’s what matters to me that is the most important thing, not other people’s opinions. If they are true friends they won’t care if I’m a virgin or not, they will respect my decisions, no matter what they are. If I decide to put off sex, then it’s OK, no matter what anyone says, and I’ve had quite a few disparaging comments through high school, and college, but not from anybody I cared about. Being a virgin is one of the things which prove that I’m in charge of my life, and it shows that I am powerful enough to make my own decisions about my mind and body.
After discussing all these issues with Mom, we agreed what we would like to do, but that we should also talk them over with Grandad and Uncle Robert, when we visited them for Thanksgiving this year.
Mom and I agreed that we would ask Dr Forrest to perform a hymenectomy on me, as she had suggested, where my cherry would be given a series of holes to weaken it, like a piece of perforated paper. I would then surrender my virginity to my lovely Mom, and she will be able to achieve a proper penetration with a strap-on dildo that would sucessfully take my cherry. I can't think of anyone I know who deserves it more.
We intend to ring Dr Forrest as soon as we get back from Grandad’s, in order to make the necessary arrangements for it to be done.
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Monday 15 November 2010
Saturday 6 November 2010
Doctors Visit 8 - Overnight
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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight (this post)– posted here
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Overnight
Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
The doctor explained that she wanted to do some more work on my lactation, with more frequent milkings, and she needed me on the premises so they would have access at the correct times. Nurse Sandra wheeled the breast pump over, hooked me up to it, then set it going at quite a low suction, till the flow had started. I was stood against the examination table, resting my butt against the side restraints, which she had raised earlier, enjoying the sensations as the milk was drawn through my nipples, and the suction cups squeezed my breasts. Dr Forrest said she wanted me to phone my Mom in a few minutes, so that I could explain about the overnight stay, but there were a few things that needed setting up before I talked with her. The nurse said that she wanted me seated for a while, and brought over a stool that had a dildo mounted on the seat, much like the cushion that I have at home, and she said it was to stop me from wriggling about. Obediently I spread my legs, then lowered myself slowly as she located the tapered end of the fake cock against my anus, the already applied lubricant feeling slick against my butt. Coming round to the front, she placed her hands at the top of my thighs, pressing down slowly as the dildo eased into me, pushing harder once entrance had been made, until I was fully impaled on the stool. Taking my hand, she stretched it out along the side bars, then tied me at wrist, elbow, and upper arm ,repeating it in the other side so that I was completely immobile. Just to make sure, she passed a rope around my waist, tied it to the bed frame, then cinched it really tight, till I was nearly cut in two. Kneeling down, the nurse next firmly secured my ankles to the stool, so now there really was no way I could go anywhere.
Dr Forrest rang my home, spoke with Mom for a moment to reassure her, complimenting her on how well behaved I’d been, then positioned the handset for me while I read from a sheet of paper she was holding in front of me. It was quite comical really, as I told Mom, “I’m tied up with some tests I can’t get out of”, then when she asked what time I’d be home, I replied, “Sorry, but I’m stuck here, Dr Forrest won’t allow me to leave until morning.”
Mom said “That is a shame dear, but I’m positive that the doctor will take very good care of you.” The she added, “Are you being a good girl, Katie?”
I picked up on the key phrase, and responded properly, “Oh yes Mommy, I’m going to be a very good girl for Dr Forrest, and I’ve promised to do everything that she tells me to.”
“Very well, sweetheart,” she replied, “you have a nice night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
At least Mom wouldn’t worry about me now, she knew that I was safe, and being looked after. Whenever I couldn’t get home as expected, I would always phone and tell her where I was, and when I would be back, though not necessarily what I was doing,. Mom would also do the same if she was delayed somewhere, or had gone out unexpectedly, and the conversation would always have a challenge and response section. One of us would ask a coded question, and the other person would give a particular, non-specific reply to indicate that they were OK, or a different reply if there was something wrong, then help would be on its way.
When we’d said goodbye, Dr Forrest put the phone down, then turned to the task in hand, milking my titties till they were dry. She turned up the suction, sprayed the Oxytocin on my pulse spots again, then massaged my breast, asking Nurse Sandra to massage the other one. The stimulation of the spray, and their hands, soon had my milk flow increasing to twice what it had been earlier in the afternoon, but when the doctor reached between my thighs to rub my clitoris, it grew even more.
Each time the pump sucked at my nipple I could feel my breast tingle as the muscles forced out my milk, a sensation mirrored by contractions inside my cunny. With the additional rubbing my clit was getting from the doctor I was soon cumming, and I could see why the nurse had sat me on a dildo stool, as it prevented me from thrusting my hips with each wave of pleasure that washed over me, keeping me firmly in place. Finally my nipples stopped leaking milk, my breasts now fully drained, and the doctor removed the suction cups, telling me I had done very well in producing so much, this early in my lactation. When Dr Forrest left the room, Nurse Sandra said she would go and arrange my bed for the night, but before she left, she fitted a pair of long, slim tubes to the breast pump, and attached them to my nipples. With the pump on a low suction my teats were slowly drawn into each tube, then the nurse left me alone while she went upstairs to the ward. When she went out, she left the door open, and once more I was put on display to the waiting area, through my reflection in the large wall mirror.
There were only a few people still waiting to be seen, but I eventually saw each of them look in my direction, then repeatedly look back again as I remained in the same exposed position. After about fifteen minutes a young woman got up from one of the seats, and walked down the corridor, leading a young girl of about 10 years old by the hand. I assumed that she was taking her daughter down to the restroom, but as she reached the open door, she turned in, and brought the girl to stand in front of me. She asked me if it was OK for her daughter to have a look, as she’d brought her in today so she could join one of the research programs that the doctors were running, and she thought I might also be on one of them. Smiling, I told the woman it was perfectly fine, I’d be glad to help them, especially as she was quite correct in that I was part of a research project, one run by Dr Forrest.
The lady introduced herself as Claire, and her lovely daughter Sophie, who was 10 years old only last week. The young girl dipped a quick curtsey, then said “Thank you very much, Ma’am, may I ask what they are doing to you?” She was so sweet, and I loved being addressed as Ma’am by her, so I explained that I was producing milk in my breasts, and the doctor was draining it off for me, so that I didn’t get too swollen. She told me that she was going to be on a research project as well, and I could tell that she was really proud to be part of it, her face just beamed. I commended her, adding that she would probably find it a lot of fun, just as I had since I’d joined. That was when I was just turned twelve, and a little more developed than she was, but she was lucky because she would have results right from the begining of her development, wheras I had missed the start. That obviously pleased the young girl, because her face lit up, her smile widened even more, and she turned round, saying, “You were right Mommy, this lady says I’m the right age to join as well. Thank you.” Turning back to me, she continued, “Excuse me Ma’am, but may I ask if those tubes hurt you? It’s just that they look really uncomfortable.” Her Mom looked a bit worried, perhaps over what I might answer, but as I’d no idea how much the young girl actually knew about the project, I just replied truthfully, “No, sweetheart, they don’t hurt at the moment, in fact, it’s feels much better now that I have been milked.” That seemed to satisfy her immediate curiosity, so I added, “Most of the time it’s lots of fun seeing the doctor, especially because you’re not actually feeling poorly, so you can enjoy it. Although sometimes, I must admit, you are right, it does get a bit uncomfortable, but big girls like you and I have to be very brave.” I leaned forward, and whispered to her, but still loud enough for her Mom to hear, “When I was a really good girl, the doctor had a candy jar that I could choose from, and sometimes my Mommy would take me shopping after for a nice present as well.”
Sophie looked so sweet as she hugged herself, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen lighting up her little face. Claire thanked me for my time, then excused them both, saying Sophie had better get to the restroom now, which was where they’d been heading for originally. “Before we go,” Claire said, “would it be alright if I gave you my number, only I would really appreciate talking to you about the program sometime. Sophie seems to like you, and I’m sure it would also help to reassure her.”
I told her I’d be morethan happy to help, and would call her next week, but just at the moment I was rather short of pockets, but she could leave her number on the doctor’s desk, and I’d pick it up later.
As they left the room, Sophie turned and said, “Thank you very much,” then nearly bumped into Nurse Sandra, who was just returning from the ward. I explained to the nurse about my visitors, and asked her to put Claire’s number in my purse for me, which she did, locking the desk drawer again afterwards. It looked like I wouldn’t be getting my clothes back just yet.
Switching off the breast pump, Nurse Sandra locked off the tubes on my nipples, leaving them still attached by the suction inside them, then removed the tubing. I couldn’t help thinking about the video link that Uncle Robert had sent me earlier, grateful at least that they hadn’t fisted me as well. My arms were untied, and I was ordered to lift myself off the dildo that was attached to the stool, then bend over so the nurse could check the dilation of my anus. When she was satisfied, I was made to clasp my arms behind me, then Nurse Sandra took my elbow, and led me to the ward, but we took the route through reception, stopping by the desk for a few moments, which kept my naked body on display to those few patients still waiting. We continued on to the stairs, climbing up to the small middle landing, where we passed an orderly, a nice young man of about 25 I would guess, who Nurse Sandra called back when he’d gone a few steps past us. He turned back to face us while the nurse asked him to tidy up in the examination room we had just left, so from his position below us he had a perfect view up between my legs. Nurse Sandra still had hold of my elbow, and she now moved me back just a small distance, which made me step off the landing, and onto the top stair, but only with my right foot. Since my left foot was still on the higher landing, my thighs were spread apart, and I moved my upper knee further out to more fully expose my bald pussy and girlcleft to the young man. He never took his eyes from between my legs the whole time he was talking to the nurse, and I’d like to bet he didn’t get half of what she said.
We continued on up the stairs, down a short corridor, and into the 3 bed ward, which was empty, although all the beds were made up. I was taken to the middle one, told to climb in, but to remain sat up, with the covers folded back so that my breasts were uncovered, and on display. The nurse said she would send housekeeping up in a few moments, to take my evening meal order, and in the meantime there were some magazines on the bedside table for me to read. When I browsed through them, I assumed they must have been specially selected for myself, as I didn’t think regular patients would be put at ease by the selection. There was a brochure for the Medical Centre, which looked like part of a group as it said not all the services were offered, but to contact your MD or reception for more information. The title said this was for Additional Services 2, so there is probably another brochure for the normal services, anyway, they detailed some of the procedures Dr Forrest had put me through today, stretching, dilation, and such, but a whole lot more severe ones as well. I was just glad they weren’t part of my program. Some of the other magazines were Fetish, BDSM, and a very strong Lesbian theme, all very exciting reading material, I thought, and I soon had my hand beneath the covers, between my legs. I’d just closed my eyes for a few moments to savour one exceptionally beautiful picture of two girls in a lesbian embrace, and when I opened them, a young lady from the housekeeping staff was stood beside me. When I apologised, she told me to continue, and folded the covers back so she could watch me masturbate more easily, even pushing my knees apart. I was so sexually excited that my nipples were beginning to leak, and the tubes began to come loose, so the lady took some gauze pads from the table to mop my milk up, rubbing my teats quite strongly, then squeezing and pulling on them as I rubbed my wet pussy slit. It only took a few moments for me to climax, and she kept up her attention to my nipples the whole time. When I had calmed down, she instructed me to remain uncovered while she took my order from a very nice menu selection, then asked if I’d tried the TV yet, showing me how the remote switched on the regular channels, and also the in-house media selection. Most of this selection could be classified as porn, but when I channel hopped I found it was all very stimulating, though a few of the programs were too strong for my particular taste. There were a few documentary type programs in there as well, which I found really interesting as they explained several of the research projects that were being run at this clinic, and how they were part of a nationwide medical group. I hadn’t realised just how extensive the overall program was, although I’d always known there were a lot of other subjects in my development set, it seemed it was far wider than I’d ever considered. Several sections of the documentary had actual footage showing the examinations that the patients were undergoing, with very detailed close views of their most private places being probed, stretched, and squeezed. I soon realised that a lot of the subjects were far more developed than I was, and I enjoyed watching the comparison sequences that showed young, undeveloped girls joining the project, then the changes at each milestone review.
My meal arrived during the show, and I was pleased to discover that I could pause the film while I ate, then continue afterwards. Housekeeping set the small table on the other side of the room, then she called me over, but before I was seated she checked my notes. She took a quite large dildo, and a smaller one, from a cabinet, fastened them to the seat of my chair with suction cups, then held the chair while I lowered myself onto them. I sometimes used my own toys like this at home, but I had never done it with an audience, or with a dildo in both holes. I must admit, it made mealtime very enjoyable, and every time I leaned forward to take a mouthful of food I could feel the shafts move inside my body. The front one in particular was really noticeable, because although it looked small compared the anal intruder, it was in fact quite a lot wider than I was used to, so I my cunny was considerably stretched.
When I’d finished my meal, I remained seated, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and not just in my tummy, occasionally rocking back and forth, or raising my bottom slightly from the seat, then just dropping back down again. After a short while, a nurse came into the room, not Sandra, but a much younger girl, probably not even as old as myself. She moved the dishes to the far side of the table, brought over a breast pump, and set it up to empty my milk, which was just beginning to get a little uncomfortable. She kept the pressure quite low for a while, producing only a few drops from each teat, but when she sprayed the Oxytocin on my wrists and neck, within minutes I could feel both my breast twitching inside. Soon the feelings spread down towards my nipples, which grew warmer, till milk began to spray from them into the collection chambers. The young nurse now turned up both the suction and the pulse rate as my flow increased, stepping it up every few minutes, then she told me to spread my knees apart, reached forward, and started to rub my wet girlcleft. When her fingers stroked my clitoris, pushing up my sexual excitement, she pointed out the corresponding increased flow of my breast milk, telling me that I should make sure that I played with myself whenever I was milked, or got someone else to do it for me. Hooking her finger in the top of my slit, she pulled hard upward, ordering me to work the dildoes, so I obediently started to rise and fall on them. Following her directions to lift slowly so that I could feel the shafts draw out along the full length, then drop my full weight onto them for the downward stroke, as if I was being rammed by a vigourous lover, I soon reached my climax. I was kept on the breast pump for twenty minutes, till my titties were fully drained, then the nurse swapped the cups for two narrow tubes, turning up the suction so my nipples were stretched right inside them. She then took two pieces of red satin ribbon from her pocket, and tied them tightly round the end of each breast, just behind the suction tubes, finishing them off with a large bow. When she removed the tubes, it just left my titties adorned with the satin bows, and fat nipples sticking right out at the centre of them. She had me lift off the chair, and stand in front of a mirror to admire the effect, which looked cute, but very sexy as well. I was then ordered to get back into bed, where I could read, watch TV, or take a nap if I wanted, but I had to leave the covers down so that my naked body remained fully exposed to whoever came into the room. I sat up and watched the rest of the research documntary, enjoying my naked exhibition as several people waked past the door, and paused to look in as well, till housekeeping arrived to clear the table. I chatted with her for a while, sending my compliments to the chef, then she removed the satin ribbons from my teats, saying it was a shame really as they looked quite beautiful with them on. My nipples had become quite painful, especially if rubbed against them, but when she removed the ribbons, the blood now rushed back into them, and they hurt even more. When she left, I lay back on the pillows, and very quickly fell asleep, as it had been a very busy, tiring day, but I had enjoyed every minute of it.
I slept for a couple of hours, then the nurse woke me to take my obs, for which she had me lay down on top of the covers, with my feet placed at the corners of the bed to spread my legs so that my cunny was on display. When she had recorded my measurements, I was taken over to the table where the breast pump was still set up, waiting while she placed two more dildoes on the chair seat, then settling myself down on them. They seemed larger than before, and I had to work myself up and down a few times until I was fully penetrated, and I felt completely stuffed. The nurse attached the suction cups to my breasts, and once more drained every drop of milk from me, with the help of the spray, and a very nice pussy rub. She complimented me on being so co-operative, and told me I was now producing nearly 4 ounces, which was very good for a young girl on her first day, but she felt sure I could be made to give much more milk by the time I was allowed home.
While I was being milked, one of the janitors had brought my clothes up from Dr Forrest’s office, and while he had put most of them in a basket to carry them, he was holding my bra and panties in his hand, and rubbing his thumb across the inside of the gusset. Rather than put the basket down on a chair, or put the clothes away in a drawer, he took each item out of the basket, and laid it carefully across the bed next to mine. He arranged them neatly, bottom of the skirt just draped over the edge, but with the hem turned back as if it had ben lifted to display what was underneath. My blouse laid above it, front edges touching, but not buttoned, the lower corners folded open as if displaying my tummy, and the neckline spread so it would highlight my cleavage. My suspender belt and stockings were arranged next to the skirt and blouse, as if I’d just been removed from them. Finally my bra and panties on the next apparent row, lined up in their correct poition, but the top, lace edges of the bra cups turned backwards, and the crotch of my panties twisted round to display the juice stained gusset for eveyone to see. The janitor looked about 50 years old, with a handsome, friendly face, but he must have worked in the fashion business before, judging from the way he’d just displayed all my clothing in such a sensuous manner. I often lay my clothes out similar to that in the morning before I get dressed, just to make sure the ensemble goes together properly, but the janitor had made some nice, subtle touches that enhanced the display into a sexual exhibition.
When the nurse had detached me from my milking machine, I was instructed to put my shoes on, black high heels that accentuated my calves, then clasp my hands behind me. Taking my elbow, she led me out of the room, then it seemed we walked right through the whole building to the far side, where she took a bottle from a store cupboard, then we returned by a different route to the corridor where the ward was located. I couldn’t see why she’d taken me with her, instead of leaving me in my room, other than on our travels we had met at least a dozen people, cleaners, janitors, nursing staff, and even a pizza delivery guy when we were passing the rear entrance. The nurse seemed to know them all, stopping to exchange a few words with everyone we met, but never once did anyone comment on her having a completely nude girl along with her. That didn’t mean I wasn’t noticed, as all of them took the opportunity to look my nakedness up and down, and sometimes the nurse even turned me round, showing my butt to them for several seconds before we walked off. It was quite a turn on to be exhibited in this manner, and I could feel my girl juice wetting my slit, the lips sliding against each other as I walked along the corridors. When we arrived back near the ward, I was taken into a small treatment room that had a toilet and shower stall in there as well, and ordered to relieve myself while the nurse watched. Without being allowed to wipe myself, the nurse made me stand in the shower with my feet apart while she slipped her fingers between my legs, gathering the ample juice that was there, and licking it from her fingers. She did this several times before saying she’d better get me cleaned up, then turned on the shower after I’d removed my heels, watching as I wet my body. The bottle that we’d been so far to bring back, was apparently shower gel, and I had to stand at the stall entrance while she rubbed the soap into my wet skin, working up a lather as she rubbed her hands all over me. Special attention was paid to my breasts, pussy, and my bottom, even having to bend over while soapy fingers were worked in and out of both holes, then rinsed clean. When I’d been thoroughly cleaned, the nurse even dried me with a big, fluffy towel, patting my damp flesh gently, all over, then rubbing more and more vigorously, till I had to brace myself up against the wall. At last I was done, slipped my shoes on, and walked the short distance back to the ward, climbing into bed when instructed. The nurse told me I was free to read, watch TV, or sleep, but as before, I was to remain uncovered. Also, I was to leave my clothes where they were, fully displayed on the bed, in case any of the night staff happened to come by, and of course I was to be compliant with them, as I had been all day. The nurse left me then, and I read the lesbian magazines for a while, but half an hour later an older woman walked into the ward, and said she needed to turn me over as part of the skin care management regieme. Obediently I turned onto my tummy, letting her adjust my arms and legs, then she massaged some cool lotion all over my back, and especially my bottom. It was just like having a beauty treatment, though she did spend a long time on my butt, then she spread my legs really wide apart, working on the inside of my thighs, right up to my bald cunny, and even massaging my girlcleft. I was instructed to stay in position while she went to fetch something, so I just lay there on the bed, naked, open, and exposed. After a few minutes, one of the cleaners came in, and I could feel my cunny tighten up at the thought that he could see all my most private places. After dusting round for a while he looked at my chart, then came round to the side of my bed, but because my head was turned to the other side, I couldn’t see him, so I started to face the other way. He put his hand on my shoulder, pressing me down, and ordered me to stay as I was, so of course I returned to my original postion, wondering what he was going to do, since I was openly accessible to him. I could hear him moving round, then he came to my side and crouched down to dust the bedframe, but in this position he was looking straight at my face so I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He moved further down the bed, never once looking at his dusting, but keeping his eys on my unclothed body, studdying the side of my breast where it was squashed beneath me, then at my butt. He now moved out of my vision, but I obediently stayed as I was, imagining what he was looking at, till I felt his weight press on the bottom of the mattress, then I knew he was looking directly up between my thighs, right at my exposed cunny. My slit bagan to tingle, being blatantly watched like this, and I could feel my petals become engorged, peeling apart to reveal my erect clit as it peeked out from its protective hood. I felt him brush against my upper thigh, on the other side, where I couldn’t see him, then his fingers gently grasped each fleshy outer sex lip and slowly eased them further apart, then further, and even further still. I felt his breath as he blew right down my wet cleft, and I couldn’t repress the moan that escaped from my lips. His quiet chuckle told me he knew I was aroused, so I compliantly laid still as he released my sex, then moments later pressed against the entrance. At the first touch I thought it was his finger, but realised it was cold, and slippery, as if it had been covered in body lotion. He worked the rounded end against my love hole, then gently positioned it on centre, pressing harder till it stretched my cherry open, then seemed to almost pop inside me. Once more I could feel him rub against the entrance to my cunny, pause, press harder again, then another inaudible pop, but now I could feel him actually inside me. With that slightly filled sensation still present, another touch to my slit, another push, and I now realised what he was doing to me as I lay naked and helpless on my bed. On my bedside was a fruit bowl, and this man was inserting grapes into my pussy, one by one, most likely covered in the lotion that had been used during my massage, to make them slip in easier. Several more grapes were pushed deep inside me, each one making me more aroused till an orgasm washed through my body, leaving me trembling before this man’s avid gaze. As I lay quietly recovering, I felt something warm land on my butt, his sperm, as he masturbated to my lascivious display, then another shot on my lower back, and a third at the top of my thigh, just on the crease. He leaned over to whisper “Thank You” in my ear, then he quietly left, without a backward glance. As I lay there, even more turned on than ever, I could feel the sperm on my bottom, now cooling, begin to slide down into my crease, then the one on my thigh also fall prey to gravity as it slid inwards, along my groin, then across my hairless mound. While one loaded coated my cunny, the sperm on my bottom worked its way down my ass groove, pooling on my anus, which I flexed to get it fully coated, but there was too much for that tiny indent to hold, so it traveled on, running the full length of my pulsing slit, triggering another orgasm.
When the massage lady returned, she apologised for taking so long, but when she reached the side of the bed I could hear her tutting, then say, “Well dear, it looks like you weren’t lonely while I was away. Cleaner?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I confirmed.
“I don’t know why they call them cleaners,” she complained, “they always leave things messy.” Taking some wipes, she cleaned the sperm from my back, and bottom cheeks, then along my crease as far as my anus, where she stopped, and pulled my cunny hole apart with her thumbs. “Well now, little lady, what have you got wedged in here,” she enquired, wriggling her finger through my hymen to poke the object protruding from my entrance.
“I couldn’t see, Ma’am,” I replied, “but I think they might be grapes, about ten of them.”
“Ah, well, that would be Vincent,” she explained, “cute little trick of his. Did you enjoy it Katie.”
“Oh yes Ma’am, I came twice. Especially when I didn’t know what he was doing to me.”
“I suppose I could get the nurse to take a look at them,” the lady said, “but you may have to wait for Dr Forrest in the morning. Still, I’ll get you cleaned up anyway.”
She continued wiping me, making me wriggle like mad as she rubbed down my slit, and across my sensitive clit. She slapped my bottom, and told me to keep still, but that only made me moan even more, and I still twitched about as she finished cleaning me up. When she was done, she had me lift my hips so she could put a pillow under me, then spanked my bottom with her hand, till my cheeks were glowing red, and burning hot. She said she was finished now, but ordered me to remain where I was, laid on my tummy, and to behave myself, or I’d get another spanking.
Going to bottom of the bed, she wrote something on my chart, then came and kissed my cheek before she left.
I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but when the nurse came and woke me for my obs, and my next milking session, my breasts were aching from being squashed beneath me, but I wasn’t allowed to turn over just yet. The nurse told me to stay in position while she cleaned me up, which is when I noticed that my bottom was cold and sticky again, then she used several wipes to remove the sperm that had been ejaculated over my sleeping form. At first I was annoyed that someone had used me just to jerk off to, and told the nurse just what I thought of whoever it was, but then I was annoyed because I’d actually missed out on the enjoyment of being humiliated in that way. As I got chance to realise what must have been going on while I slept, the thought of a steady stream of male employees going in and out of my room, jerking off till they shot their load of hot spunk all over my back turned me on so much that I almost climaxed. I was turned over, and hooked up to the breast pump again, the suction turned on, so my milk started draining, then the nurse sprayed my pulse spots with Oxytocin, and almost immediately my let down reflex started pumping milk to my teats. The nurse sat on the side of my bed while I was milked, stroking my clit as she chatted about what my impressions of the ward were, now that I’d been here a few hours. I told her it wasn’t what I’d expected it to be, just laying about inbetween milkings, but I had really enjoyed being led round the building naked, having my body displayed to so many strangers who had no business seeing me in that state of undress. Also there were so many of the staff who seemed to find a valid reason to be working in my room while I was exposed to them in the nude, and they all treated me as if I were their personal plaything, though to be honest, I did rather enjoy that. The nurse explained that some of the house practices, especially on the night shift, promoted that sort of behaviour, and she would show me the reasons when I was finished up being milked. She had managed to extract nearly five ounces of milk from my titties this time, which she said was excellent work, and I deserved a prize for being such a good little dairy maid.
When I’d been released from the machine, I was instructed to put my high heels back on, then stand with my arms folded in my back, which I was beginning to realise was the regular stance for me this evening. The nurse took me to the end of the bed, and showed me my chart, which was hung on the footboard, pointing out my name, the summary of what Dr Forrest had done to me during the day, and the comment – Control Group – Full Access – Small Vaginal Inserts Only. I was told that every time someone came in to a patient’s room, they would check the charts to find out if anything more needed doing with them, and if there were any restrictions.
Control Group meant that I was submissive, or at least compliant to instructions.
Free Access indicated no body areas were out of bounds, either outside, or inside the patient’s body.
Small Vaginal Inserts Only was to let people know of any restrictions, in this case, because I was a virgin, I was not to be stretched so far that it would damage my hymen.
In the section below were my actual observations, pulse, blood pressure, etc. and the nurse brought my attention to several other rows where each staff member recorded their name, and the treatment given me. Surprisingly, there were 12 entries for ejaculate salve, which the nurse said was the spunk that had been shot on my back, and another line said vag insert – 10 grapes, so I explained that this was the cleaner pushing grapes inside me. She smiled at this and asked if I’d liked it, to which I said I definitely had. Taking my elbow again, the nurse led me through the building, which was so much quieter now that the day’s activity was over, though there were still quite a lot of maintenance staff and cleaners about. We eventually ended up in the basement, in front of a notice board, where the nurse pointed out a list to me. It was headed, “Availability”, and there were four names on there, two of them were ladies, noted as being cleaners, one was a male data processor, and the fourth name was mine, listed as a patient, along with my room and bed number. The nurse explained that this was one of the perks of working the night shift, there was often free time, and several of the staff made themselves sexually available, as well as suitable patients who were on several research projects. That’s why I’d had so many visitors, because my name was on the board, and even when I was sleeping, I was still used to masturbate over. I could feel my cunny juicing up at the thought of everyone in the building knowing that I was available as a sex toy for their personal pleasure.
We returned to the ward, and the nurse told me to get some sleep while I could, and she’d see me in three hours for another milking session.
She came back three more times through the night, hooking me up to the breast pump to drain my titties, usually seated on the chair with the dildoes attached, and often there was one or two of the other staff visiting as well. They would play with my hairless cunny, to stimulate me so my milk flow would increase, and the men would shoot their spunk on me as they watched. The ladies would stand beside me so that I could finger their pussy, and sometimes climb onto the table to allow me to lick them as well. Before I went back to bed I would be cleaned up, but I always woke up with some sperm on my body somewhere, from my other, unknown visitors.
In the morning, Dr Forrest came round to see me, asking if I’d had a good night, to which I replied that it had been tiring, but a great deal of fun. She checked my chart, smiling at just how much fun was recorded there, then she had me kneel up on the bed, on all fours, while she used a pair of long tweezers to remove the grapes that had been stuffed in my cunny. She watched as I put on my garter belt and stockings, high heels, skirt, and blouse, but was not allowed my underwear as she said they had no clean ones for me, so I would have to go home without any, naked beneath my outer clothes.
I was given a list of things to do over the following week, including being milked at least four times a day, and instructions to have a discussion with my Mom concerning my cherry.
She gave me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home, so that I could also enlarge of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, when my milking had finished. Along with the prescription was an information sheet for the recommended frequency and intensity to be used with the pump, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled.
My task list also included her reccomendation that I get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase my most basic orgasm, and also provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing. She’d added the address of a body studio who would make sure I received special service just by mentioning her name.
The final thing she gave me was a recommendation to her friend who had made the corset I’d worn the day before, with a view to becoming a part time model for him to test his new designs on. While I was under no obligation to enter into a permanent arrangement with him, Dr Forrest said that she would expect me to have at least two sessions at his studio, and that I should be a good girl for him.
I was told to phone in after the week was up, and talk over with Dr Forrest if I wanted to take her up on any of the treatments she had offered me. She stood up then and showed me to the door, giving me a kiss goodbye, while she put her hand beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit, then said she looked forward to seeing me again soon.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – 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 (this post)– 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 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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight (this post)– posted here
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Overnight
Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
The doctor explained that she wanted to do some more work on my lactation, with more frequent milkings, and she needed me on the premises so they would have access at the correct times. Nurse Sandra wheeled the breast pump over, hooked me up to it, then set it going at quite a low suction, till the flow had started. I was stood against the examination table, resting my butt against the side restraints, which she had raised earlier, enjoying the sensations as the milk was drawn through my nipples, and the suction cups squeezed my breasts. Dr Forrest said she wanted me to phone my Mom in a few minutes, so that I could explain about the overnight stay, but there were a few things that needed setting up before I talked with her. The nurse said that she wanted me seated for a while, and brought over a stool that had a dildo mounted on the seat, much like the cushion that I have at home, and she said it was to stop me from wriggling about. Obediently I spread my legs, then lowered myself slowly as she located the tapered end of the fake cock against my anus, the already applied lubricant feeling slick against my butt. Coming round to the front, she placed her hands at the top of my thighs, pressing down slowly as the dildo eased into me, pushing harder once entrance had been made, until I was fully impaled on the stool. Taking my hand, she stretched it out along the side bars, then tied me at wrist, elbow, and upper arm ,repeating it in the other side so that I was completely immobile. Just to make sure, she passed a rope around my waist, tied it to the bed frame, then cinched it really tight, till I was nearly cut in two. Kneeling down, the nurse next firmly secured my ankles to the stool, so now there really was no way I could go anywhere.
Dr Forrest rang my home, spoke with Mom for a moment to reassure her, complimenting her on how well behaved I’d been, then positioned the handset for me while I read from a sheet of paper she was holding in front of me. It was quite comical really, as I told Mom, “I’m tied up with some tests I can’t get out of”, then when she asked what time I’d be home, I replied, “Sorry, but I’m stuck here, Dr Forrest won’t allow me to leave until morning.”
Mom said “That is a shame dear, but I’m positive that the doctor will take very good care of you.” The she added, “Are you being a good girl, Katie?”
I picked up on the key phrase, and responded properly, “Oh yes Mommy, I’m going to be a very good girl for Dr Forrest, and I’ve promised to do everything that she tells me to.”
“Very well, sweetheart,” she replied, “you have a nice night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
At least Mom wouldn’t worry about me now, she knew that I was safe, and being looked after. Whenever I couldn’t get home as expected, I would always phone and tell her where I was, and when I would be back, though not necessarily what I was doing,. Mom would also do the same if she was delayed somewhere, or had gone out unexpectedly, and the conversation would always have a challenge and response section. One of us would ask a coded question, and the other person would give a particular, non-specific reply to indicate that they were OK, or a different reply if there was something wrong, then help would be on its way.
When we’d said goodbye, Dr Forrest put the phone down, then turned to the task in hand, milking my titties till they were dry. She turned up the suction, sprayed the Oxytocin on my pulse spots again, then massaged my breast, asking Nurse Sandra to massage the other one. The stimulation of the spray, and their hands, soon had my milk flow increasing to twice what it had been earlier in the afternoon, but when the doctor reached between my thighs to rub my clitoris, it grew even more.
Each time the pump sucked at my nipple I could feel my breast tingle as the muscles forced out my milk, a sensation mirrored by contractions inside my cunny. With the additional rubbing my clit was getting from the doctor I was soon cumming, and I could see why the nurse had sat me on a dildo stool, as it prevented me from thrusting my hips with each wave of pleasure that washed over me, keeping me firmly in place. Finally my nipples stopped leaking milk, my breasts now fully drained, and the doctor removed the suction cups, telling me I had done very well in producing so much, this early in my lactation. When Dr Forrest left the room, Nurse Sandra said she would go and arrange my bed for the night, but before she left, she fitted a pair of long, slim tubes to the breast pump, and attached them to my nipples. With the pump on a low suction my teats were slowly drawn into each tube, then the nurse left me alone while she went upstairs to the ward. When she went out, she left the door open, and once more I was put on display to the waiting area, through my reflection in the large wall mirror.
There were only a few people still waiting to be seen, but I eventually saw each of them look in my direction, then repeatedly look back again as I remained in the same exposed position. After about fifteen minutes a young woman got up from one of the seats, and walked down the corridor, leading a young girl of about 10 years old by the hand. I assumed that she was taking her daughter down to the restroom, but as she reached the open door, she turned in, and brought the girl to stand in front of me. She asked me if it was OK for her daughter to have a look, as she’d brought her in today so she could join one of the research programs that the doctors were running, and she thought I might also be on one of them. Smiling, I told the woman it was perfectly fine, I’d be glad to help them, especially as she was quite correct in that I was part of a research project, one run by Dr Forrest.
The lady introduced herself as Claire, and her lovely daughter Sophie, who was 10 years old only last week. The young girl dipped a quick curtsey, then said “Thank you very much, Ma’am, may I ask what they are doing to you?” She was so sweet, and I loved being addressed as Ma’am by her, so I explained that I was producing milk in my breasts, and the doctor was draining it off for me, so that I didn’t get too swollen. She told me that she was going to be on a research project as well, and I could tell that she was really proud to be part of it, her face just beamed. I commended her, adding that she would probably find it a lot of fun, just as I had since I’d joined. That was when I was just turned twelve, and a little more developed than she was, but she was lucky because she would have results right from the begining of her development, wheras I had missed the start. That obviously pleased the young girl, because her face lit up, her smile widened even more, and she turned round, saying, “You were right Mommy, this lady says I’m the right age to join as well. Thank you.” Turning back to me, she continued, “Excuse me Ma’am, but may I ask if those tubes hurt you? It’s just that they look really uncomfortable.” Her Mom looked a bit worried, perhaps over what I might answer, but as I’d no idea how much the young girl actually knew about the project, I just replied truthfully, “No, sweetheart, they don’t hurt at the moment, in fact, it’s feels much better now that I have been milked.” That seemed to satisfy her immediate curiosity, so I added, “Most of the time it’s lots of fun seeing the doctor, especially because you’re not actually feeling poorly, so you can enjoy it. Although sometimes, I must admit, you are right, it does get a bit uncomfortable, but big girls like you and I have to be very brave.” I leaned forward, and whispered to her, but still loud enough for her Mom to hear, “When I was a really good girl, the doctor had a candy jar that I could choose from, and sometimes my Mommy would take me shopping after for a nice present as well.”
Sophie looked so sweet as she hugged herself, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen lighting up her little face. Claire thanked me for my time, then excused them both, saying Sophie had better get to the restroom now, which was where they’d been heading for originally. “Before we go,” Claire said, “would it be alright if I gave you my number, only I would really appreciate talking to you about the program sometime. Sophie seems to like you, and I’m sure it would also help to reassure her.”
I told her I’d be morethan happy to help, and would call her next week, but just at the moment I was rather short of pockets, but she could leave her number on the doctor’s desk, and I’d pick it up later.
As they left the room, Sophie turned and said, “Thank you very much,” then nearly bumped into Nurse Sandra, who was just returning from the ward. I explained to the nurse about my visitors, and asked her to put Claire’s number in my purse for me, which she did, locking the desk drawer again afterwards. It looked like I wouldn’t be getting my clothes back just yet.
Switching off the breast pump, Nurse Sandra locked off the tubes on my nipples, leaving them still attached by the suction inside them, then removed the tubing. I couldn’t help thinking about the video link that Uncle Robert had sent me earlier, grateful at least that they hadn’t fisted me as well. My arms were untied, and I was ordered to lift myself off the dildo that was attached to the stool, then bend over so the nurse could check the dilation of my anus. When she was satisfied, I was made to clasp my arms behind me, then Nurse Sandra took my elbow, and led me to the ward, but we took the route through reception, stopping by the desk for a few moments, which kept my naked body on display to those few patients still waiting. We continued on to the stairs, climbing up to the small middle landing, where we passed an orderly, a nice young man of about 25 I would guess, who Nurse Sandra called back when he’d gone a few steps past us. He turned back to face us while the nurse asked him to tidy up in the examination room we had just left, so from his position below us he had a perfect view up between my legs. Nurse Sandra still had hold of my elbow, and she now moved me back just a small distance, which made me step off the landing, and onto the top stair, but only with my right foot. Since my left foot was still on the higher landing, my thighs were spread apart, and I moved my upper knee further out to more fully expose my bald pussy and girlcleft to the young man. He never took his eyes from between my legs the whole time he was talking to the nurse, and I’d like to bet he didn’t get half of what she said.
We continued on up the stairs, down a short corridor, and into the 3 bed ward, which was empty, although all the beds were made up. I was taken to the middle one, told to climb in, but to remain sat up, with the covers folded back so that my breasts were uncovered, and on display. The nurse said she would send housekeeping up in a few moments, to take my evening meal order, and in the meantime there were some magazines on the bedside table for me to read. When I browsed through them, I assumed they must have been specially selected for myself, as I didn’t think regular patients would be put at ease by the selection. There was a brochure for the Medical Centre, which looked like part of a group as it said not all the services were offered, but to contact your MD or reception for more information. The title said this was for Additional Services 2, so there is probably another brochure for the normal services, anyway, they detailed some of the procedures Dr Forrest had put me through today, stretching, dilation, and such, but a whole lot more severe ones as well. I was just glad they weren’t part of my program. Some of the other magazines were Fetish, BDSM, and a very strong Lesbian theme, all very exciting reading material, I thought, and I soon had my hand beneath the covers, between my legs. I’d just closed my eyes for a few moments to savour one exceptionally beautiful picture of two girls in a lesbian embrace, and when I opened them, a young lady from the housekeeping staff was stood beside me. When I apologised, she told me to continue, and folded the covers back so she could watch me masturbate more easily, even pushing my knees apart. I was so sexually excited that my nipples were beginning to leak, and the tubes began to come loose, so the lady took some gauze pads from the table to mop my milk up, rubbing my teats quite strongly, then squeezing and pulling on them as I rubbed my wet pussy slit. It only took a few moments for me to climax, and she kept up her attention to my nipples the whole time. When I had calmed down, she instructed me to remain uncovered while she took my order from a very nice menu selection, then asked if I’d tried the TV yet, showing me how the remote switched on the regular channels, and also the in-house media selection. Most of this selection could be classified as porn, but when I channel hopped I found it was all very stimulating, though a few of the programs were too strong for my particular taste. There were a few documentary type programs in there as well, which I found really interesting as they explained several of the research projects that were being run at this clinic, and how they were part of a nationwide medical group. I hadn’t realised just how extensive the overall program was, although I’d always known there were a lot of other subjects in my development set, it seemed it was far wider than I’d ever considered. Several sections of the documentary had actual footage showing the examinations that the patients were undergoing, with very detailed close views of their most private places being probed, stretched, and squeezed. I soon realised that a lot of the subjects were far more developed than I was, and I enjoyed watching the comparison sequences that showed young, undeveloped girls joining the project, then the changes at each milestone review.
My meal arrived during the show, and I was pleased to discover that I could pause the film while I ate, then continue afterwards. Housekeeping set the small table on the other side of the room, then she called me over, but before I was seated she checked my notes. She took a quite large dildo, and a smaller one, from a cabinet, fastened them to the seat of my chair with suction cups, then held the chair while I lowered myself onto them. I sometimes used my own toys like this at home, but I had never done it with an audience, or with a dildo in both holes. I must admit, it made mealtime very enjoyable, and every time I leaned forward to take a mouthful of food I could feel the shafts move inside my body. The front one in particular was really noticeable, because although it looked small compared the anal intruder, it was in fact quite a lot wider than I was used to, so I my cunny was considerably stretched.
When I’d finished my meal, I remained seated, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and not just in my tummy, occasionally rocking back and forth, or raising my bottom slightly from the seat, then just dropping back down again. After a short while, a nurse came into the room, not Sandra, but a much younger girl, probably not even as old as myself. She moved the dishes to the far side of the table, brought over a breast pump, and set it up to empty my milk, which was just beginning to get a little uncomfortable. She kept the pressure quite low for a while, producing only a few drops from each teat, but when she sprayed the Oxytocin on my wrists and neck, within minutes I could feel both my breast twitching inside. Soon the feelings spread down towards my nipples, which grew warmer, till milk began to spray from them into the collection chambers. The young nurse now turned up both the suction and the pulse rate as my flow increased, stepping it up every few minutes, then she told me to spread my knees apart, reached forward, and started to rub my wet girlcleft. When her fingers stroked my clitoris, pushing up my sexual excitement, she pointed out the corresponding increased flow of my breast milk, telling me that I should make sure that I played with myself whenever I was milked, or got someone else to do it for me. Hooking her finger in the top of my slit, she pulled hard upward, ordering me to work the dildoes, so I obediently started to rise and fall on them. Following her directions to lift slowly so that I could feel the shafts draw out along the full length, then drop my full weight onto them for the downward stroke, as if I was being rammed by a vigourous lover, I soon reached my climax. I was kept on the breast pump for twenty minutes, till my titties were fully drained, then the nurse swapped the cups for two narrow tubes, turning up the suction so my nipples were stretched right inside them. She then took two pieces of red satin ribbon from her pocket, and tied them tightly round the end of each breast, just behind the suction tubes, finishing them off with a large bow. When she removed the tubes, it just left my titties adorned with the satin bows, and fat nipples sticking right out at the centre of them. She had me lift off the chair, and stand in front of a mirror to admire the effect, which looked cute, but very sexy as well. I was then ordered to get back into bed, where I could read, watch TV, or take a nap if I wanted, but I had to leave the covers down so that my naked body remained fully exposed to whoever came into the room. I sat up and watched the rest of the research documntary, enjoying my naked exhibition as several people waked past the door, and paused to look in as well, till housekeeping arrived to clear the table. I chatted with her for a while, sending my compliments to the chef, then she removed the satin ribbons from my teats, saying it was a shame really as they looked quite beautiful with them on. My nipples had become quite painful, especially if rubbed against them, but when she removed the ribbons, the blood now rushed back into them, and they hurt even more. When she left, I lay back on the pillows, and very quickly fell asleep, as it had been a very busy, tiring day, but I had enjoyed every minute of it.
I slept for a couple of hours, then the nurse woke me to take my obs, for which she had me lay down on top of the covers, with my feet placed at the corners of the bed to spread my legs so that my cunny was on display. When she had recorded my measurements, I was taken over to the table where the breast pump was still set up, waiting while she placed two more dildoes on the chair seat, then settling myself down on them. They seemed larger than before, and I had to work myself up and down a few times until I was fully penetrated, and I felt completely stuffed. The nurse attached the suction cups to my breasts, and once more drained every drop of milk from me, with the help of the spray, and a very nice pussy rub. She complimented me on being so co-operative, and told me I was now producing nearly 4 ounces, which was very good for a young girl on her first day, but she felt sure I could be made to give much more milk by the time I was allowed home.
While I was being milked, one of the janitors had brought my clothes up from Dr Forrest’s office, and while he had put most of them in a basket to carry them, he was holding my bra and panties in his hand, and rubbing his thumb across the inside of the gusset. Rather than put the basket down on a chair, or put the clothes away in a drawer, he took each item out of the basket, and laid it carefully across the bed next to mine. He arranged them neatly, bottom of the skirt just draped over the edge, but with the hem turned back as if it had ben lifted to display what was underneath. My blouse laid above it, front edges touching, but not buttoned, the lower corners folded open as if displaying my tummy, and the neckline spread so it would highlight my cleavage. My suspender belt and stockings were arranged next to the skirt and blouse, as if I’d just been removed from them. Finally my bra and panties on the next apparent row, lined up in their correct poition, but the top, lace edges of the bra cups turned backwards, and the crotch of my panties twisted round to display the juice stained gusset for eveyone to see. The janitor looked about 50 years old, with a handsome, friendly face, but he must have worked in the fashion business before, judging from the way he’d just displayed all my clothing in such a sensuous manner. I often lay my clothes out similar to that in the morning before I get dressed, just to make sure the ensemble goes together properly, but the janitor had made some nice, subtle touches that enhanced the display into a sexual exhibition.
When the nurse had detached me from my milking machine, I was instructed to put my shoes on, black high heels that accentuated my calves, then clasp my hands behind me. Taking my elbow, she led me out of the room, then it seemed we walked right through the whole building to the far side, where she took a bottle from a store cupboard, then we returned by a different route to the corridor where the ward was located. I couldn’t see why she’d taken me with her, instead of leaving me in my room, other than on our travels we had met at least a dozen people, cleaners, janitors, nursing staff, and even a pizza delivery guy when we were passing the rear entrance. The nurse seemed to know them all, stopping to exchange a few words with everyone we met, but never once did anyone comment on her having a completely nude girl along with her. That didn’t mean I wasn’t noticed, as all of them took the opportunity to look my nakedness up and down, and sometimes the nurse even turned me round, showing my butt to them for several seconds before we walked off. It was quite a turn on to be exhibited in this manner, and I could feel my girl juice wetting my slit, the lips sliding against each other as I walked along the corridors. When we arrived back near the ward, I was taken into a small treatment room that had a toilet and shower stall in there as well, and ordered to relieve myself while the nurse watched. Without being allowed to wipe myself, the nurse made me stand in the shower with my feet apart while she slipped her fingers between my legs, gathering the ample juice that was there, and licking it from her fingers. She did this several times before saying she’d better get me cleaned up, then turned on the shower after I’d removed my heels, watching as I wet my body. The bottle that we’d been so far to bring back, was apparently shower gel, and I had to stand at the stall entrance while she rubbed the soap into my wet skin, working up a lather as she rubbed her hands all over me. Special attention was paid to my breasts, pussy, and my bottom, even having to bend over while soapy fingers were worked in and out of both holes, then rinsed clean. When I’d been thoroughly cleaned, the nurse even dried me with a big, fluffy towel, patting my damp flesh gently, all over, then rubbing more and more vigorously, till I had to brace myself up against the wall. At last I was done, slipped my shoes on, and walked the short distance back to the ward, climbing into bed when instructed. The nurse told me I was free to read, watch TV, or sleep, but as before, I was to remain uncovered. Also, I was to leave my clothes where they were, fully displayed on the bed, in case any of the night staff happened to come by, and of course I was to be compliant with them, as I had been all day. The nurse left me then, and I read the lesbian magazines for a while, but half an hour later an older woman walked into the ward, and said she needed to turn me over as part of the skin care management regieme. Obediently I turned onto my tummy, letting her adjust my arms and legs, then she massaged some cool lotion all over my back, and especially my bottom. It was just like having a beauty treatment, though she did spend a long time on my butt, then she spread my legs really wide apart, working on the inside of my thighs, right up to my bald cunny, and even massaging my girlcleft. I was instructed to stay in position while she went to fetch something, so I just lay there on the bed, naked, open, and exposed. After a few minutes, one of the cleaners came in, and I could feel my cunny tighten up at the thought that he could see all my most private places. After dusting round for a while he looked at my chart, then came round to the side of my bed, but because my head was turned to the other side, I couldn’t see him, so I started to face the other way. He put his hand on my shoulder, pressing me down, and ordered me to stay as I was, so of course I returned to my original postion, wondering what he was going to do, since I was openly accessible to him. I could hear him moving round, then he came to my side and crouched down to dust the bedframe, but in this position he was looking straight at my face so I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He moved further down the bed, never once looking at his dusting, but keeping his eys on my unclothed body, studdying the side of my breast where it was squashed beneath me, then at my butt. He now moved out of my vision, but I obediently stayed as I was, imagining what he was looking at, till I felt his weight press on the bottom of the mattress, then I knew he was looking directly up between my thighs, right at my exposed cunny. My slit bagan to tingle, being blatantly watched like this, and I could feel my petals become engorged, peeling apart to reveal my erect clit as it peeked out from its protective hood. I felt him brush against my upper thigh, on the other side, where I couldn’t see him, then his fingers gently grasped each fleshy outer sex lip and slowly eased them further apart, then further, and even further still. I felt his breath as he blew right down my wet cleft, and I couldn’t repress the moan that escaped from my lips. His quiet chuckle told me he knew I was aroused, so I compliantly laid still as he released my sex, then moments later pressed against the entrance. At the first touch I thought it was his finger, but realised it was cold, and slippery, as if it had been covered in body lotion. He worked the rounded end against my love hole, then gently positioned it on centre, pressing harder till it stretched my cherry open, then seemed to almost pop inside me. Once more I could feel him rub against the entrance to my cunny, pause, press harder again, then another inaudible pop, but now I could feel him actually inside me. With that slightly filled sensation still present, another touch to my slit, another push, and I now realised what he was doing to me as I lay naked and helpless on my bed. On my bedside was a fruit bowl, and this man was inserting grapes into my pussy, one by one, most likely covered in the lotion that had been used during my massage, to make them slip in easier. Several more grapes were pushed deep inside me, each one making me more aroused till an orgasm washed through my body, leaving me trembling before this man’s avid gaze. As I lay quietly recovering, I felt something warm land on my butt, his sperm, as he masturbated to my lascivious display, then another shot on my lower back, and a third at the top of my thigh, just on the crease. He leaned over to whisper “Thank You” in my ear, then he quietly left, without a backward glance. As I lay there, even more turned on than ever, I could feel the sperm on my bottom, now cooling, begin to slide down into my crease, then the one on my thigh also fall prey to gravity as it slid inwards, along my groin, then across my hairless mound. While one loaded coated my cunny, the sperm on my bottom worked its way down my ass groove, pooling on my anus, which I flexed to get it fully coated, but there was too much for that tiny indent to hold, so it traveled on, running the full length of my pulsing slit, triggering another orgasm.
When the massage lady returned, she apologised for taking so long, but when she reached the side of the bed I could hear her tutting, then say, “Well dear, it looks like you weren’t lonely while I was away. Cleaner?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I confirmed.
“I don’t know why they call them cleaners,” she complained, “they always leave things messy.” Taking some wipes, she cleaned the sperm from my back, and bottom cheeks, then along my crease as far as my anus, where she stopped, and pulled my cunny hole apart with her thumbs. “Well now, little lady, what have you got wedged in here,” she enquired, wriggling her finger through my hymen to poke the object protruding from my entrance.
“I couldn’t see, Ma’am,” I replied, “but I think they might be grapes, about ten of them.”
“Ah, well, that would be Vincent,” she explained, “cute little trick of his. Did you enjoy it Katie.”
“Oh yes Ma’am, I came twice. Especially when I didn’t know what he was doing to me.”
“I suppose I could get the nurse to take a look at them,” the lady said, “but you may have to wait for Dr Forrest in the morning. Still, I’ll get you cleaned up anyway.”
She continued wiping me, making me wriggle like mad as she rubbed down my slit, and across my sensitive clit. She slapped my bottom, and told me to keep still, but that only made me moan even more, and I still twitched about as she finished cleaning me up. When she was done, she had me lift my hips so she could put a pillow under me, then spanked my bottom with her hand, till my cheeks were glowing red, and burning hot. She said she was finished now, but ordered me to remain where I was, laid on my tummy, and to behave myself, or I’d get another spanking.
Going to bottom of the bed, she wrote something on my chart, then came and kissed my cheek before she left.
I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but when the nurse came and woke me for my obs, and my next milking session, my breasts were aching from being squashed beneath me, but I wasn’t allowed to turn over just yet. The nurse told me to stay in position while she cleaned me up, which is when I noticed that my bottom was cold and sticky again, then she used several wipes to remove the sperm that had been ejaculated over my sleeping form. At first I was annoyed that someone had used me just to jerk off to, and told the nurse just what I thought of whoever it was, but then I was annoyed because I’d actually missed out on the enjoyment of being humiliated in that way. As I got chance to realise what must have been going on while I slept, the thought of a steady stream of male employees going in and out of my room, jerking off till they shot their load of hot spunk all over my back turned me on so much that I almost climaxed. I was turned over, and hooked up to the breast pump again, the suction turned on, so my milk started draining, then the nurse sprayed my pulse spots with Oxytocin, and almost immediately my let down reflex started pumping milk to my teats. The nurse sat on the side of my bed while I was milked, stroking my clit as she chatted about what my impressions of the ward were, now that I’d been here a few hours. I told her it wasn’t what I’d expected it to be, just laying about inbetween milkings, but I had really enjoyed being led round the building naked, having my body displayed to so many strangers who had no business seeing me in that state of undress. Also there were so many of the staff who seemed to find a valid reason to be working in my room while I was exposed to them in the nude, and they all treated me as if I were their personal plaything, though to be honest, I did rather enjoy that. The nurse explained that some of the house practices, especially on the night shift, promoted that sort of behaviour, and she would show me the reasons when I was finished up being milked. She had managed to extract nearly five ounces of milk from my titties this time, which she said was excellent work, and I deserved a prize for being such a good little dairy maid.
When I’d been released from the machine, I was instructed to put my high heels back on, then stand with my arms folded in my back, which I was beginning to realise was the regular stance for me this evening. The nurse took me to the end of the bed, and showed me my chart, which was hung on the footboard, pointing out my name, the summary of what Dr Forrest had done to me during the day, and the comment – Control Group – Full Access – Small Vaginal Inserts Only. I was told that every time someone came in to a patient’s room, they would check the charts to find out if anything more needed doing with them, and if there were any restrictions.
Control Group meant that I was submissive, or at least compliant to instructions.
Free Access indicated no body areas were out of bounds, either outside, or inside the patient’s body.
Small Vaginal Inserts Only was to let people know of any restrictions, in this case, because I was a virgin, I was not to be stretched so far that it would damage my hymen.
In the section below were my actual observations, pulse, blood pressure, etc. and the nurse brought my attention to several other rows where each staff member recorded their name, and the treatment given me. Surprisingly, there were 12 entries for ejaculate salve, which the nurse said was the spunk that had been shot on my back, and another line said vag insert – 10 grapes, so I explained that this was the cleaner pushing grapes inside me. She smiled at this and asked if I’d liked it, to which I said I definitely had. Taking my elbow again, the nurse led me through the building, which was so much quieter now that the day’s activity was over, though there were still quite a lot of maintenance staff and cleaners about. We eventually ended up in the basement, in front of a notice board, where the nurse pointed out a list to me. It was headed, “Availability”, and there were four names on there, two of them were ladies, noted as being cleaners, one was a male data processor, and the fourth name was mine, listed as a patient, along with my room and bed number. The nurse explained that this was one of the perks of working the night shift, there was often free time, and several of the staff made themselves sexually available, as well as suitable patients who were on several research projects. That’s why I’d had so many visitors, because my name was on the board, and even when I was sleeping, I was still used to masturbate over. I could feel my cunny juicing up at the thought of everyone in the building knowing that I was available as a sex toy for their personal pleasure.
We returned to the ward, and the nurse told me to get some sleep while I could, and she’d see me in three hours for another milking session.
She came back three more times through the night, hooking me up to the breast pump to drain my titties, usually seated on the chair with the dildoes attached, and often there was one or two of the other staff visiting as well. They would play with my hairless cunny, to stimulate me so my milk flow would increase, and the men would shoot their spunk on me as they watched. The ladies would stand beside me so that I could finger their pussy, and sometimes climb onto the table to allow me to lick them as well. Before I went back to bed I would be cleaned up, but I always woke up with some sperm on my body somewhere, from my other, unknown visitors.
In the morning, Dr Forrest came round to see me, asking if I’d had a good night, to which I replied that it had been tiring, but a great deal of fun. She checked my chart, smiling at just how much fun was recorded there, then she had me kneel up on the bed, on all fours, while she used a pair of long tweezers to remove the grapes that had been stuffed in my cunny. She watched as I put on my garter belt and stockings, high heels, skirt, and blouse, but was not allowed my underwear as she said they had no clean ones for me, so I would have to go home without any, naked beneath my outer clothes.
I was given a list of things to do over the following week, including being milked at least four times a day, and instructions to have a discussion with my Mom concerning my cherry.
She gave me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home, so that I could also enlarge of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, when my milking had finished. Along with the prescription was an information sheet for the recommended frequency and intensity to be used with the pump, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled.
My task list also included her reccomendation that I get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase my most basic orgasm, and also provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing. She’d added the address of a body studio who would make sure I received special service just by mentioning her name.
The final thing she gave me was a recommendation to her friend who had made the corset I’d worn the day before, with a view to becoming a part time model for him to test his new designs on. While I was under no obligation to enter into a permanent arrangement with him, Dr Forrest said that she would expect me to have at least two sessions at his studio, and that I should be a good girl for him.
I was told to phone in after the week was up, and talk over with Dr Forrest if I wanted to take her up on any of the treatments she had offered me. She stood up then and showed me to the door, giving me a kiss goodbye, while she put her hand beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit, then said she looked forward to seeing me again soon.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – 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 (this post)– posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
Friday 5 November 2010
Doctors Visit 7 - Farrel Drawings
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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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Farrel Drawings
As I walked over to reception, clad only in a rather risque set of red satin lingerie, I could see everyone turn to look at me, drawn by the quiet musical notes from the bells clipped to my nipples, dangling just below the edge of my camisole. I had to wait a few moments while the receptionist finished a phone call, so I stood with my hands clasped behind me, my shoulders back, lifting the front edge of my camisole to just reveal my small titties. When she looked up and saw me waiting, the receptionist put her finger to her lips to maintain my silence, then pulled my nipple clips toward her till my tummy was pressed against the counter. When she enquired what I wanted, I gave her the doctor’s request for coffee, and in return was told I was dismissed.
Dr Forrest had a folder of drawings on her desk when I returned,
They were by Joseph Farrel, who is one of my favorite artists
Several depicted the way my breasts had just been bound
This poor girl has had her breast bound with rope, then stretched, as the first stage of her transformation.
Later on she will be moved on to wearing a strong leather and steel corset that wiil extend her breasts further down her chest.
Finally her breasts will reach right down to the tops of her thighs, and her nipples will be banded. Her development, and that of other subjects, is displayed on the walls of the doctor's office for other prospective clients to see his work.
Some of the drawings were in a medical setting
The doctor has decided to enlarge his patient's breasts, although she thinks the swelling is just a side effect of the treatment, and will go down later. The pictures on his office wall tell a different story.
This girl's father is having her breasts pumped with silicone, but the doctor is only treating one side each week, so she looks obviously unbalanced to anyone who sees her walking about.
Now this woman's breasts have already been enlarged, and now the doctor makes a house call, where her daughter has put her Mom in the cellar so that her nipples can be lengthened as well.
Dr Forrest commended me on the results of my current assessment, saying I had done really well, and she was proud of the way I had behaved during my tests, though it was no less than she had come to expect of both myself, and my Mom. There were, however, a few shortcomings that needed to be addressed, the first, and most important, of these was the matter of my virginity, which posed serious difficulty in performing some of the assessments. The dilation test for someone of my age was well below normal because of my hymen, and while she appreciated that I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, she urged me to consider my reasoning behind this decision, and also the past and current status of my love life. She knew from numerous interviews that I was bisexual, and as the discussion now turned to a list of my past encounters, (I was going to say lovers, but no-one actually fitted this category, except one person), the doctor encouraged me to analyse the pros and cons of each one. While many of them had redeeming qualities, they all fell short in several of the important areas, which often was the cause of the relationship breaking down.
Her recommendation was that she perform a hymenectomy on me, where my cherry would be given a series of holes to weaken it, rather like a piece of perforated paper, which would then enable my chosen lover to achieve a penetration that would sucessfully take my virginity. She assured me that my sex life would be vastly improved following the procedure, and I would enjoy a much wider range of pleasures that were currently out of my grasp. She didn’t want a decision now, but she did want me to think long and hard about the things we had discussed, then get back to her if I wanted to take up her offer.
The other, less important, recommendations that she wanted to make, were for me to take a more active involvement in my bodily development, particularly the enlargement of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, so she would give me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home. She would also include the recommended frequency and intensity to be used, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled, as this wasn’t exactly the mainstream medical equipment, and my local pharmacy might have problems with it.
A further recommendation, which would enhance both my development, and my pleasure, was to get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase the most basic orgasm, and provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing.
Her final recommendation, while not strictly part of the development study, was something she was sure that I would enjoy, and that she had a personal interest in. The corset I was currently wearing was provided by a very good friend of hers, who was looking for a part time model to test his new designs on, and she thought that I would be a very good subject. Since the designs took quite a long time to produce, I would only be required on an ocassional basis, so would not have to make a big time comittment to it. An added bonus would be that I could get some free samples from his range of lingerie, which was wider than just corsetry, and also the opportunity to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies when I modelled designs to specific customers.
It was getting quite late by the time we had finished our discussion, and as the nurse unwrapped my chest, then removed my panties, saddle strap,and corset, Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – 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 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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Farrel Drawings
As I walked over to reception, clad only in a rather risque set of red satin lingerie, I could see everyone turn to look at me, drawn by the quiet musical notes from the bells clipped to my nipples, dangling just below the edge of my camisole. I had to wait a few moments while the receptionist finished a phone call, so I stood with my hands clasped behind me, my shoulders back, lifting the front edge of my camisole to just reveal my small titties. When she looked up and saw me waiting, the receptionist put her finger to her lips to maintain my silence, then pulled my nipple clips toward her till my tummy was pressed against the counter. When she enquired what I wanted, I gave her the doctor’s request for coffee, and in return was told I was dismissed.
Dr Forrest had a folder of drawings on her desk when I returned,
They were by Joseph Farrel, who is one of my favorite artists
Several depicted the way my breasts had just been bound
Some of the drawings were in a medical setting
Dr Forrest commended me on the results of my current assessment, saying I had done really well, and she was proud of the way I had behaved during my tests, though it was no less than she had come to expect of both myself, and my Mom. There were, however, a few shortcomings that needed to be addressed, the first, and most important, of these was the matter of my virginity, which posed serious difficulty in performing some of the assessments. The dilation test for someone of my age was well below normal because of my hymen, and while she appreciated that I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, she urged me to consider my reasoning behind this decision, and also the past and current status of my love life. She knew from numerous interviews that I was bisexual, and as the discussion now turned to a list of my past encounters, (I was going to say lovers, but no-one actually fitted this category, except one person), the doctor encouraged me to analyse the pros and cons of each one. While many of them had redeeming qualities, they all fell short in several of the important areas, which often was the cause of the relationship breaking down.
Her recommendation was that she perform a hymenectomy on me, where my cherry would be given a series of holes to weaken it, rather like a piece of perforated paper, which would then enable my chosen lover to achieve a penetration that would sucessfully take my virginity. She assured me that my sex life would be vastly improved following the procedure, and I would enjoy a much wider range of pleasures that were currently out of my grasp. She didn’t want a decision now, but she did want me to think long and hard about the things we had discussed, then get back to her if I wanted to take up her offer.
The other, less important, recommendations that she wanted to make, were for me to take a more active involvement in my bodily development, particularly the enlargement of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, so she would give me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home. She would also include the recommended frequency and intensity to be used, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled, as this wasn’t exactly the mainstream medical equipment, and my local pharmacy might have problems with it.
A further recommendation, which would enhance both my development, and my pleasure, was to get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase the most basic orgasm, and provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing.
Her final recommendation, while not strictly part of the development study, was something she was sure that I would enjoy, and that she had a personal interest in. The corset I was currently wearing was provided by a very good friend of hers, who was looking for a part time model to test his new designs on, and she thought that I would be a very good subject. Since the designs took quite a long time to produce, I would only be required on an ocassional basis, so would not have to make a big time comittment to it. An added bonus would be that I could get some free samples from his range of lingerie, which was wider than just corsetry, and also the opportunity to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies when I modelled designs to specific customers.
It was getting quite late by the time we had finished our discussion, and as the nurse unwrapped my chest, then removed my panties, saddle strap,and corset, Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
Thursday 4 November 2010
Doctors Visit 6 - Compression Test
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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Compression Test
Dr Forrest brought over a roll of two inch wide, elasticated bandage, which she said was for a compression test on my breasts. “That’s the problem with lactating like you are now, Kitty Kat, it makes your cute little titties swell up, so we’re going to make your fat boobs nice and tiny again.”
Nurse Sandra supported my right breast, and held the end of the bandage in place on it, up against my chest, while the doctor wrapped the material tightly round the base of the globe, working her way along its length. By the time she was half way, the end of my breast was swollen and tight, the nipple starting to leak milk, so the nurse fitted a screwed bar clamp on my teat, and tightened it till the flow stopped. Working together, the two ladies pulled and tugged the stretchy material all round my poor aching breast, even wrapping it around the end till just my clamped nipple was protruding. Completely bound like this, I couldn’t decide whether it felt like my breast was going to split, or the end was going to pop off, like the cork in a bottle. When they began to wrap up my left tittie, I was wriggling about as the ache, now in both breasts, spread to my chest, and down my ribs. Once more my nipple began to leak milk, so that one was clamped shut as well, until I looked the same on both sides, long bandaged cylinders sticking straight out from my chest, with two shiny nipple clamps.
While my breasts were compressed, Dr Forrest fitted me with a red satin corset that went from just beneath them, right down to the top of my pubic mound, the sides curving up over my hips, then it dipped at the back to cover my tail bone. I was ordered to bend forward and grip the edge of the examination table so that the doctor and nurse could work together tightening the laces at my back, pulling the edges of the corset closer together. Gradually my waist was compressed from 28 inches, which Dr Forrest had measured at the start, down to 24 inches, my chest was also being squeezed, and I was finding it difficult to breath. Nurse Sandra tied off the laces, and the doctor said I could rest for a while, to let my body settle into its new shape. When I stood upright, it was like being in a straight jacket, much more restrictive than the basque I sometimes wear if I’m going out, and at the front, three of the bones curved together into a point above my pussy. Dr Forrest instructed me to walk across the room and back, which took me past one of the full length mirrors so that I could see how I looked, and the transformation was stunning. My waist was cinched so narrow, and my hips were flared out so much by the corset’s edge, that I looked like I would break in half. Standing just behind me, by the mirror, the doctor ran her hands over my bald pubis, highlighting how the pointed front was digging in just above the bone, making my soft mound beautifully prominent. In addition it pressed internally against my bladder, and would force me to pee much more often as my capacity was now seriously reduced. The only drawback to the visual effect was my bound titties, not their shape, but the uninspiring bandages themselves, so the doctor produced a pair of red satin sleeves, fitted them over each restrained cylinder, then secured them with a zip along the underside. Now it looked like a matching set of very severe lingerie, although the panties were missing, leaving my bare cunny fully exposed. Dr Forrest had the answer to this, with a pair of red satin briefs that had narrow sides, but a full front, which seemed almost like it was quilted. First though, she said that my corset needed to be anchored, to prevent it riding up, explaining that this was always a problem in the early days of tight lacing, but an ingenious solution had been found. The saddle strap.
From a cabinet, she produced three red leather straps, and explained the benefits of each one to me. The first was about 2 inches wide, and would compress a girl’s labia at the front, while spreading her ass cheeks at the rear, and when secured to rings at the front and back of the corset, would be tightened into place. Two additional features were pointed out to me, a small stud near the front, which could be unscrewed and replaced with a larger pointed one on the inside of the belt, and a much larger stud towards the rear. This one looked like a sink plug, nearly the full width of the belt, and Dr Forrest explained that it would be replaced with a variety of attachments, some decorative, like a horse tail, or a peacock fan, and some less obvious ones that would be fitted inside a young girl’s rectum, and worn all day beneath her dress.
The second strap was not quite as wide, but the inside surface was textured along its whole length with bumps, protrusions, and spikes, all made of hard rubber. This was intended to protect a girl’s modesty, rather like a chastity belt, and locked into place, as did most of the saddle straps, but often the design was embellished by the girl’s father, or husband, as this one had been. The basic design had only two small protrusions that fitted into the entrance of the vagina and anus, ostensibly to put an obstacle in the way of penetration by an unauthorised male, and could be worn unobtrusively by the lady in question. With the modified version fitted in place, the saddle strap made it’s presence abundantly clear with every small movement, and depending on the design, this could be an utmost pleasure, or a severe punishment.
The third strap was quite plain, smooth on both sides, and less than a half inch wide. The doctor told me that she was going to use this thin strap today, and I was quite relieved since it appeared much less severe than the other two, so I obediently spread my thighs apart while she buckled it to steel rings sewn into the front and rear of my corset. When it was in place, right along my slit, and up my ass crease, the doctor carefully eased my petals out from beneath the edges of the strap, spreading inner and outer lips so that the leather pressed against the most private centre of my young body. Removing this flesh from beneath the strap made it fit quite loosely, and I was quite at ease with it, until Dr Forrest pulled the front buckle tighter, making the narrow strap sink deeper into my slit, then she tightened the buckle at the rear, and now I felt like a cheese wire was cutting me in two.
With the saddle strap holding my corset in place, Dr Forrest now fitted my satin panties, which I now noticed had a few enhancements on them. The narrow sides weren’t ordinary ties, as I had thought, but thin straps that attached to the corset itself, and would pull the crotch of the panties hard against my body. When she opened them to fit the panties between my legs, I could see the whole of the inside was covered with quarter inch metal studs, and the doctor assured me they were not sharp enough to damage my skin, but would. However, dig in enough to prevent the material from slipping out of place. As she pulled the straps tighter, my cunny lips were severely squashed, and I could feel the studs pressed against my pubic mound, and digging in to the crease between the cheeks of my bottom.
While I got used to having my pussy squeezed like this, the doctor and nurse returned their attention to my corset, tightening the laces even more, to pull my waist painfully down to 23 inches, then the straddle strap was cinched tighter as well, slicing deeper into my poor girl cleft. Once more I was ordered to walk round the room, each step now agony as the corset and panties dug into my body, and my bound titties ached as they bounced with each step.
Dr Forrest said it was about time that my breasts were expressed again, and the nurse unzipped my red satin sleeves, then unwound the bandages that bound them so tightly. While my titties had hurt to be so harshly restricted, releasing them was even worse, as the fresh blood supply now rushed back into the expanding flesh. Nurse Sandra massaged the throbbing globes, then fitted a cup over my teats as she unscrewed the clamps that were preventing my milk from leaking out, catching the fluid as it sprayed from my milk ducts. When the excess flow had stopped, the nurse attached the breast pump to my nipples, set it going, then helped the doctor to cinch my corset even smaller as I was milked like a dairy cow. When my corset was as tight as possible, they pulled my saddle strap in further, till I could feel my clit being crushed, then pulled up the ties on my panties some more, digging the studs more painfully into my abused flesh. After a full twenty minutes on the milking machine, my breasts were drained, and the suction cups were removed.
For the next stage of my compression test I had to hold my arms out to the side while the doctor and her nurse wrapped elasticated bandages around my upper chest, gradually working their way down. When they reached my titties, the bandages flattened them, pressing them downwards, and now the doctor started pulling the wrapping harder, to force my globes against my chest. The nurse attached a set of spring clamps to my nipples, fastening them to rings lower down my corset with lengths of string, then pulling them tight to elongate my breasts under the pressure. As they reached a couple of inches from the end of each tittie, they stopped binding, and fastened the bandages off, leaving me with a flat upper chest, and two tiny, solid, apple shaped breasts, sticking out quite low down. Nurse Sandra slipped a red satin camisole over my head, and when I put my arms through the thin straps it completely covered the bandages, but the fine lace trimming on the bottom edge only just covered my nipples, leaving exposed the curving undersides of my bound breasts. As I walked round the room once more, there was no bounce at all in my boobs, they were rock solid, and the reflection in the mirror showed a young, flat chested, woman in red satin lingerie. However, when Dr Forrest ordered me to pull my shoulders back, the camisole rode up, exposing my tight breasts peeping out from the bottom edge.
While this outfit was extremely uncomfortable, it wasn’t unbearably so, and Dr Forrest informed me I would have to keep it on for another thirty minutes at least, to complete the test, so in the meantime I could go to the reception desk and ask the girl there to bring three coffees in for us all. Thrills rushed through my pussy at the thought of going into the public area dressed like this, but just before I went through the door, Dr Forrest called me back, clipped two small bells to my nipples, then sent me on my way, tinkling at each step.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – 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 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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Compression Test
Dr Forrest brought over a roll of two inch wide, elasticated bandage, which she said was for a compression test on my breasts. “That’s the problem with lactating like you are now, Kitty Kat, it makes your cute little titties swell up, so we’re going to make your fat boobs nice and tiny again.”
Nurse Sandra supported my right breast, and held the end of the bandage in place on it, up against my chest, while the doctor wrapped the material tightly round the base of the globe, working her way along its length. By the time she was half way, the end of my breast was swollen and tight, the nipple starting to leak milk, so the nurse fitted a screwed bar clamp on my teat, and tightened it till the flow stopped. Working together, the two ladies pulled and tugged the stretchy material all round my poor aching breast, even wrapping it around the end till just my clamped nipple was protruding. Completely bound like this, I couldn’t decide whether it felt like my breast was going to split, or the end was going to pop off, like the cork in a bottle. When they began to wrap up my left tittie, I was wriggling about as the ache, now in both breasts, spread to my chest, and down my ribs. Once more my nipple began to leak milk, so that one was clamped shut as well, until I looked the same on both sides, long bandaged cylinders sticking straight out from my chest, with two shiny nipple clamps.
While my breasts were compressed, Dr Forrest fitted me with a red satin corset that went from just beneath them, right down to the top of my pubic mound, the sides curving up over my hips, then it dipped at the back to cover my tail bone. I was ordered to bend forward and grip the edge of the examination table so that the doctor and nurse could work together tightening the laces at my back, pulling the edges of the corset closer together. Gradually my waist was compressed from 28 inches, which Dr Forrest had measured at the start, down to 24 inches, my chest was also being squeezed, and I was finding it difficult to breath. Nurse Sandra tied off the laces, and the doctor said I could rest for a while, to let my body settle into its new shape. When I stood upright, it was like being in a straight jacket, much more restrictive than the basque I sometimes wear if I’m going out, and at the front, three of the bones curved together into a point above my pussy. Dr Forrest instructed me to walk across the room and back, which took me past one of the full length mirrors so that I could see how I looked, and the transformation was stunning. My waist was cinched so narrow, and my hips were flared out so much by the corset’s edge, that I looked like I would break in half. Standing just behind me, by the mirror, the doctor ran her hands over my bald pubis, highlighting how the pointed front was digging in just above the bone, making my soft mound beautifully prominent. In addition it pressed internally against my bladder, and would force me to pee much more often as my capacity was now seriously reduced. The only drawback to the visual effect was my bound titties, not their shape, but the uninspiring bandages themselves, so the doctor produced a pair of red satin sleeves, fitted them over each restrained cylinder, then secured them with a zip along the underside. Now it looked like a matching set of very severe lingerie, although the panties were missing, leaving my bare cunny fully exposed. Dr Forrest had the answer to this, with a pair of red satin briefs that had narrow sides, but a full front, which seemed almost like it was quilted. First though, she said that my corset needed to be anchored, to prevent it riding up, explaining that this was always a problem in the early days of tight lacing, but an ingenious solution had been found. The saddle strap.
From a cabinet, she produced three red leather straps, and explained the benefits of each one to me. The first was about 2 inches wide, and would compress a girl’s labia at the front, while spreading her ass cheeks at the rear, and when secured to rings at the front and back of the corset, would be tightened into place. Two additional features were pointed out to me, a small stud near the front, which could be unscrewed and replaced with a larger pointed one on the inside of the belt, and a much larger stud towards the rear. This one looked like a sink plug, nearly the full width of the belt, and Dr Forrest explained that it would be replaced with a variety of attachments, some decorative, like a horse tail, or a peacock fan, and some less obvious ones that would be fitted inside a young girl’s rectum, and worn all day beneath her dress.
The second strap was not quite as wide, but the inside surface was textured along its whole length with bumps, protrusions, and spikes, all made of hard rubber. This was intended to protect a girl’s modesty, rather like a chastity belt, and locked into place, as did most of the saddle straps, but often the design was embellished by the girl’s father, or husband, as this one had been. The basic design had only two small protrusions that fitted into the entrance of the vagina and anus, ostensibly to put an obstacle in the way of penetration by an unauthorised male, and could be worn unobtrusively by the lady in question. With the modified version fitted in place, the saddle strap made it’s presence abundantly clear with every small movement, and depending on the design, this could be an utmost pleasure, or a severe punishment.
The third strap was quite plain, smooth on both sides, and less than a half inch wide. The doctor told me that she was going to use this thin strap today, and I was quite relieved since it appeared much less severe than the other two, so I obediently spread my thighs apart while she buckled it to steel rings sewn into the front and rear of my corset. When it was in place, right along my slit, and up my ass crease, the doctor carefully eased my petals out from beneath the edges of the strap, spreading inner and outer lips so that the leather pressed against the most private centre of my young body. Removing this flesh from beneath the strap made it fit quite loosely, and I was quite at ease with it, until Dr Forrest pulled the front buckle tighter, making the narrow strap sink deeper into my slit, then she tightened the buckle at the rear, and now I felt like a cheese wire was cutting me in two.
With the saddle strap holding my corset in place, Dr Forrest now fitted my satin panties, which I now noticed had a few enhancements on them. The narrow sides weren’t ordinary ties, as I had thought, but thin straps that attached to the corset itself, and would pull the crotch of the panties hard against my body. When she opened them to fit the panties between my legs, I could see the whole of the inside was covered with quarter inch metal studs, and the doctor assured me they were not sharp enough to damage my skin, but would. However, dig in enough to prevent the material from slipping out of place. As she pulled the straps tighter, my cunny lips were severely squashed, and I could feel the studs pressed against my pubic mound, and digging in to the crease between the cheeks of my bottom.
While I got used to having my pussy squeezed like this, the doctor and nurse returned their attention to my corset, tightening the laces even more, to pull my waist painfully down to 23 inches, then the straddle strap was cinched tighter as well, slicing deeper into my poor girl cleft. Once more I was ordered to walk round the room, each step now agony as the corset and panties dug into my body, and my bound titties ached as they bounced with each step.
Dr Forrest said it was about time that my breasts were expressed again, and the nurse unzipped my red satin sleeves, then unwound the bandages that bound them so tightly. While my titties had hurt to be so harshly restricted, releasing them was even worse, as the fresh blood supply now rushed back into the expanding flesh. Nurse Sandra massaged the throbbing globes, then fitted a cup over my teats as she unscrewed the clamps that were preventing my milk from leaking out, catching the fluid as it sprayed from my milk ducts. When the excess flow had stopped, the nurse attached the breast pump to my nipples, set it going, then helped the doctor to cinch my corset even smaller as I was milked like a dairy cow. When my corset was as tight as possible, they pulled my saddle strap in further, till I could feel my clit being crushed, then pulled up the ties on my panties some more, digging the studs more painfully into my abused flesh. After a full twenty minutes on the milking machine, my breasts were drained, and the suction cups were removed.
For the next stage of my compression test I had to hold my arms out to the side while the doctor and her nurse wrapped elasticated bandages around my upper chest, gradually working their way down. When they reached my titties, the bandages flattened them, pressing them downwards, and now the doctor started pulling the wrapping harder, to force my globes against my chest. The nurse attached a set of spring clamps to my nipples, fastening them to rings lower down my corset with lengths of string, then pulling them tight to elongate my breasts under the pressure. As they reached a couple of inches from the end of each tittie, they stopped binding, and fastened the bandages off, leaving me with a flat upper chest, and two tiny, solid, apple shaped breasts, sticking out quite low down. Nurse Sandra slipped a red satin camisole over my head, and when I put my arms through the thin straps it completely covered the bandages, but the fine lace trimming on the bottom edge only just covered my nipples, leaving exposed the curving undersides of my bound breasts. As I walked round the room once more, there was no bounce at all in my boobs, they were rock solid, and the reflection in the mirror showed a young, flat chested, woman in red satin lingerie. However, when Dr Forrest ordered me to pull my shoulders back, the camisole rode up, exposing my tight breasts peeping out from the bottom edge.
While this outfit was extremely uncomfortable, it wasn’t unbearably so, and Dr Forrest informed me I would have to keep it on for another thirty minutes at least, to complete the test, so in the meantime I could go to the reception desk and ask the girl there to bring three coffees in for us all. Thrills rushed through my pussy at the thought of going into the public area dressed like this, but just before I went through the door, Dr Forrest called me back, clipped two small bells to my nipples, then sent me on my way, tinkling at each step.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – 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 3 November 2010
Doctors Visit 5 - Extension Test
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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Extension Test
When Nurse Sandra had put the breast pump away, after relieving the pressure in my lactating tits, Dr Forrest came back into the exam room to continue my tests.
“Hello Katie, you’ve done very well so far, how are you feeling?” asked the doctor.
“I’m OK, doctor, thank you,” I replied quietly, lowering my eyes, “a little bit sore down there, but I can cope with it.” I added quickly. “It’s more difficult than usual, but I’m trying to be a brave girl.”
“Well, you’ve done very well in your tests so far, little kitten,” she complimented me, “and I’m extremely pleased with how determined you’ve been to co-operate.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, then added, “Unfortunately, the next set of tests will be even more distressing for you. We need to assess your elasticity in certain areas by means of extension evaluations, and because you have reached this stage of the research program it will become much more intense. You have been part of the study with us since you were twelve years old, monitoring your development, along with thousands of other girls throughout the whole country, and to be quite honest Katie, you’re my star subject.”
Dr Forrest instructed me to stand up, in front of her, and I obediently presented myself, feet apart, hands behind me, shoulders back so that I thrust my chest forward. She reached out to stroke my bare pubic mound softly, sending shivers of pleasure through me, then, looking into my eyes, she asked, “How old do you feel right now munchkin?”
She knew quite well that her term of endearment would trigger me, as it always does, so I answered her in my softest voice, “I’m twelve Miss.”
With a lovely smile, she asked me the key phrase, “Are you going to be a good little girl, Katie?”
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, as it had earlier, and offered her complete control over me during the rest of my visit.
Nurse Sandra brought over a chest brace and fastened it onto me, rather like a bra with no cups, leaving my breasts sticking out in front of me. I’d worn this before, in previous reviews, and the doctor used a ruler to measure how far my titties extended from the base board to my aureole, and from the base to the end of my nipple. Measurements were taken of both breasts, and as usual my right side was a little more developed than my left, which is not unusual, and as she recorded the findings, Dr Forrest confirmed that I had grown a small amount since my last visit, and the lateral difference was still consistent. On my other visits Dr Forrest would take hold of my nipples, and pull them slowly outward, then measure them again, but she informed me that the requirement at this level, and in future reviews, was to use mechanical extension. The nurse brought over a metal frame, made of thin rods, two of which she fitted into grommets on the chest brace, one at the outer edge of each breast, turning them till they clicked into place. There was a cross piece which had two round pieces of metal, about the size of a soda bottle cap, in line with my nipples, and the nurse put a long screwed rod through the middle of each one. Onto the ends, she hooked a spring clamp, like the ones on my skirt hanger at home, making me bite my bottom lip as I imagined what was going to happen to me very soon. Dr Forrest asked if I was ready, then, when I nodded, she held my breast while she fastened the right clamp over my nipple, right at the base of my aureole. The plastic cover at the end of the clamp was covered with small protrusions, like little spikes, which now dug into my teat so it wouldn’t slip out, but the pressure wasn’t too much. Dr Forrest attached the second clamp to my other nipple, in the same place, then tightened the wing nuts on the screwed rod, just far enough to take up the slack. She measured the distance from the base plate, telling me that it was now the same position as the initial reading, then began to turn the screws again. I watched as my breasts elongated into cone shapes, pulling against my chest, the flesh around my aureoles gradually turning white as the pressure built up, and the pain beginning to increase. Surprisingly the doctor stopped there, saying my breasts needed a rest, but we would continue with my labia.
She pulled up a small stool in front of me, sitting on it so her eyes were level with my bare cunny, then slapped the inside of my thigh, ordering me to spread so she could reach in. With my feet about a yard apart, she had clear access to my girl cleft, which she gripped with both hands then tugged downward and apart, spreading my flower. Reaching inside my slit, she took firm hold of my inner petals, slowly pulling them further and further down, stretching them out. I love having my pussy handled like this, and I couldn’t help clenching my butt, and pushing my hips forward, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt a trickle of girl juice run out of me.
Dr Forrest let go and slapped my prominent mound with her open hand, “Behave, young lady,” she instructed me, “you’re not too big to get a spanking ,you know. We’ve only just started on your little cunny, so I can’t imagine what you’ll be like before we’re through with you.”
She held out her hand, and Nurse Sandra passed her another metal clamp, like those on my titties, and the doctor clipped it towards the back of my small petal, followed by another one on the other lip, then matching clamps at the front, alongside my clit. Spreading my larger petals outward, more clamps were fastened on those, lined up with the ones on my small lips, and with eight of them now biting into my tender flesh, it was beginning to sting. However, it was that lovely tingling feeling I get when I do this to myself in my bedroom. Dr Forrest now began to attach shiny metal teardrops to each clamp, carefully easing the weight onto them, so they gradually extended my labia with each addition. The doctor added a bow spring to each set of clamps on my outer labia, pushing them apart so that my cleft was spread wider, and my small petals now hung down on their own, without touching anything, and I could feel the air moving across them.
Dr Forrest called the nurse over to look at my cunny, “Come and see Sandra, we have a tiny visitor peeping out. Can you see this little girl’s clitoris becoming erect, isn’t it just so sweet?”
Talking about my most private places like this was not helping my self control, and even though I’d been told to behave, I could feel my hood peeling back and my clit pulsing with passion. The nurse reached over to the instrument tray, and brought back a short, narrow, clamp, showing me the soft pads inside the jaws, which she said would protect my clitoral hood when she clamped it on. I’ve never clamped that part of my cunny before, but the thought of it was definitely arousing, as well as the fear that it might hurt. I could feel the soft inner jaw sliding right inside the covering, one side against my skin, and the other rubbing along the shaft of my clit, till it pressed against the base. When Nurse Sandra released the clamp, it wasn’t painful at all, but the stimulation in the top of my slit, and on my clitoris, was exquisite. Dr Forrest took a smaller teardrop, clipped it on to my new clamp, then slowly lowered her hand as it pulled more and more on my hood, and I could actually feel the skin covering my clitoris up, hiding it from view.
“That’s much better,” Dr Forrest announced, “we don’t want that little piece of equipment coming out till later on in the show.” She picked up her ruler again, and measured how far she had stretched my pussy lips, writing it onto my chart, but she didn’t inform me whether I was doing well or not.
Standing up, the doctor rotated the screws on my chest brace a couple of more turns, bringing the pressure in my titties back to where it had been before, and adding another inch onto their length. I was now instructed to walk to the other side of the room, and my natural body rotation as I balanced put a series of intense stresses on my restrained chest. The other interesting effect was that the metal teardrops swung about slightly, knocking into each other with a succession of gentle musical notes that made me sound like a wind chime.
When I returned to stand in front of Dr Forrest again, she added another weight to each of my pussy clamps, tightened the screws attached to my nipples, stretching my breasts even more, then had me walk across the room once more. After this, my breast screws were slackened off, and the clamps relocated to grip the end of my teat, which was much more painful than it was further up, then they were tightened again, and I watched as the whole of my nipple was severely stretched. When I had spent several minutes being elongated, the doctor took a final set of measurements, recording them in my notes, then announced that she was extremely pleased with my progress. I had now achieved nearly two inches extension on my breasts, and labia, with one inch on my nipples, which was very good, but she thought that much more improvement could be made if I spent more time working on my elasticity at home.
Nurse Sandra removed the stretchers from my breasts, then the chest brace, the teardrop weights from my pussy, and finally the clamps from my petals.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – 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 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 – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Extension Test
When Nurse Sandra had put the breast pump away, after relieving the pressure in my lactating tits, Dr Forrest came back into the exam room to continue my tests.
“Hello Katie, you’ve done very well so far, how are you feeling?” asked the doctor.
“I’m OK, doctor, thank you,” I replied quietly, lowering my eyes, “a little bit sore down there, but I can cope with it.” I added quickly. “It’s more difficult than usual, but I’m trying to be a brave girl.”
“Well, you’ve done very well in your tests so far, little kitten,” she complimented me, “and I’m extremely pleased with how determined you’ve been to co-operate.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, then added, “Unfortunately, the next set of tests will be even more distressing for you. We need to assess your elasticity in certain areas by means of extension evaluations, and because you have reached this stage of the research program it will become much more intense. You have been part of the study with us since you were twelve years old, monitoring your development, along with thousands of other girls throughout the whole country, and to be quite honest Katie, you’re my star subject.”
Dr Forrest instructed me to stand up, in front of her, and I obediently presented myself, feet apart, hands behind me, shoulders back so that I thrust my chest forward. She reached out to stroke my bare pubic mound softly, sending shivers of pleasure through me, then, looking into my eyes, she asked, “How old do you feel right now munchkin?”
She knew quite well that her term of endearment would trigger me, as it always does, so I answered her in my softest voice, “I’m twelve Miss.”
With a lovely smile, she asked me the key phrase, “Are you going to be a good little girl, Katie?”
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, as it had earlier, and offered her complete control over me during the rest of my visit.
Nurse Sandra brought over a chest brace and fastened it onto me, rather like a bra with no cups, leaving my breasts sticking out in front of me. I’d worn this before, in previous reviews, and the doctor used a ruler to measure how far my titties extended from the base board to my aureole, and from the base to the end of my nipple. Measurements were taken of both breasts, and as usual my right side was a little more developed than my left, which is not unusual, and as she recorded the findings, Dr Forrest confirmed that I had grown a small amount since my last visit, and the lateral difference was still consistent. On my other visits Dr Forrest would take hold of my nipples, and pull them slowly outward, then measure them again, but she informed me that the requirement at this level, and in future reviews, was to use mechanical extension. The nurse brought over a metal frame, made of thin rods, two of which she fitted into grommets on the chest brace, one at the outer edge of each breast, turning them till they clicked into place. There was a cross piece which had two round pieces of metal, about the size of a soda bottle cap, in line with my nipples, and the nurse put a long screwed rod through the middle of each one. Onto the ends, she hooked a spring clamp, like the ones on my skirt hanger at home, making me bite my bottom lip as I imagined what was going to happen to me very soon. Dr Forrest asked if I was ready, then, when I nodded, she held my breast while she fastened the right clamp over my nipple, right at the base of my aureole. The plastic cover at the end of the clamp was covered with small protrusions, like little spikes, which now dug into my teat so it wouldn’t slip out, but the pressure wasn’t too much. Dr Forrest attached the second clamp to my other nipple, in the same place, then tightened the wing nuts on the screwed rod, just far enough to take up the slack. She measured the distance from the base plate, telling me that it was now the same position as the initial reading, then began to turn the screws again. I watched as my breasts elongated into cone shapes, pulling against my chest, the flesh around my aureoles gradually turning white as the pressure built up, and the pain beginning to increase. Surprisingly the doctor stopped there, saying my breasts needed a rest, but we would continue with my labia.
She pulled up a small stool in front of me, sitting on it so her eyes were level with my bare cunny, then slapped the inside of my thigh, ordering me to spread so she could reach in. With my feet about a yard apart, she had clear access to my girl cleft, which she gripped with both hands then tugged downward and apart, spreading my flower. Reaching inside my slit, she took firm hold of my inner petals, slowly pulling them further and further down, stretching them out. I love having my pussy handled like this, and I couldn’t help clenching my butt, and pushing my hips forward, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt a trickle of girl juice run out of me.
Dr Forrest let go and slapped my prominent mound with her open hand, “Behave, young lady,” she instructed me, “you’re not too big to get a spanking ,you know. We’ve only just started on your little cunny, so I can’t imagine what you’ll be like before we’re through with you.”
She held out her hand, and Nurse Sandra passed her another metal clamp, like those on my titties, and the doctor clipped it towards the back of my small petal, followed by another one on the other lip, then matching clamps at the front, alongside my clit. Spreading my larger petals outward, more clamps were fastened on those, lined up with the ones on my small lips, and with eight of them now biting into my tender flesh, it was beginning to sting. However, it was that lovely tingling feeling I get when I do this to myself in my bedroom. Dr Forrest now began to attach shiny metal teardrops to each clamp, carefully easing the weight onto them, so they gradually extended my labia with each addition. The doctor added a bow spring to each set of clamps on my outer labia, pushing them apart so that my cleft was spread wider, and my small petals now hung down on their own, without touching anything, and I could feel the air moving across them.
Dr Forrest called the nurse over to look at my cunny, “Come and see Sandra, we have a tiny visitor peeping out. Can you see this little girl’s clitoris becoming erect, isn’t it just so sweet?”
Talking about my most private places like this was not helping my self control, and even though I’d been told to behave, I could feel my hood peeling back and my clit pulsing with passion. The nurse reached over to the instrument tray, and brought back a short, narrow, clamp, showing me the soft pads inside the jaws, which she said would protect my clitoral hood when she clamped it on. I’ve never clamped that part of my cunny before, but the thought of it was definitely arousing, as well as the fear that it might hurt. I could feel the soft inner jaw sliding right inside the covering, one side against my skin, and the other rubbing along the shaft of my clit, till it pressed against the base. When Nurse Sandra released the clamp, it wasn’t painful at all, but the stimulation in the top of my slit, and on my clitoris, was exquisite. Dr Forrest took a smaller teardrop, clipped it on to my new clamp, then slowly lowered her hand as it pulled more and more on my hood, and I could actually feel the skin covering my clitoris up, hiding it from view.
“That’s much better,” Dr Forrest announced, “we don’t want that little piece of equipment coming out till later on in the show.” She picked up her ruler again, and measured how far she had stretched my pussy lips, writing it onto my chart, but she didn’t inform me whether I was doing well or not.
Standing up, the doctor rotated the screws on my chest brace a couple of more turns, bringing the pressure in my titties back to where it had been before, and adding another inch onto their length. I was now instructed to walk to the other side of the room, and my natural body rotation as I balanced put a series of intense stresses on my restrained chest. The other interesting effect was that the metal teardrops swung about slightly, knocking into each other with a succession of gentle musical notes that made me sound like a wind chime.
When I returned to stand in front of Dr Forrest again, she added another weight to each of my pussy clamps, tightened the screws attached to my nipples, stretching my breasts even more, then had me walk across the room once more. After this, my breast screws were slackened off, and the clamps relocated to grip the end of my teat, which was much more painful than it was further up, then they were tightened again, and I watched as the whole of my nipple was severely stretched. When I had spent several minutes being elongated, the doctor took a final set of measurements, recording them in my notes, then announced that she was extremely pleased with my progress. I had now achieved nearly two inches extension on my breasts, and labia, with one inch on my nipples, which was very good, but she thought that much more improvement could be made if I spent more time working on my elasticity at home.
Nurse Sandra removed the stretchers from my breasts, then the chest brace, the teardrop weights from my pussy, and finally the clamps from my petals.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – 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
:)
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