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I guide my legs into the stirrups, blushing lightly at the feeling of the air tickling the sticky lips of my pussy. I’m already wet—likely from the consistent periods of denial and no touch. And my clit is already throbbing. I wonder if she will notice. Hopefully, not. I squirm in my seat and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. The fabric of my gown scrapes against my nipples, which are already hard and nearly visible through the fabric.

My doctor enters the room again, then locks the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the rotating chair and slides on over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow thickly, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.

I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.

“Hmmm... how interesting,” she hums.

I turn my head, meeting her eyes.

“You’re quite wet right now.”

I gape, my face turning bright right. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. But... I’ve never seen one as wet as yours.”

I gasp softly as her gloved fingertips part my lips, massaging my vulva. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes slip shut and my mind begins to go cloudy. I’m already unbareably horny, unable to comprehend any thoughts drifting through my hollow mind.

“I might... have to do a more in depth examinination,” she says clinically. “Just to ensure that nothing negative is the cause for all of this secretion.”

All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.

My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches to the table and takes a speculum—I can feel my back arch as the cold metal touches my warm cunt, and I jolt at the sensation of my pussy being stretched open. My legs come up from the stirrups and my doctor mumbles something, pulling the speculum away.

“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”

When she tries again, I fail. I whisper an apology, licking my lips. She shakes her head.

“Well, there is another way,” she says. I watch as she gets up and moves to her desk. When she sits back down my eyes fall upon the leather straps and padlocks. My clit throbs hard at the sight and I can feel myself grow more aroused by the second. “I can secure your legs into the stirrups. That way we don’t need to concern ourselves with any movement that may interfere with this examination.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter.

I can only think about my pulsating pussy and the sensation of leather kissing my skin. She maneuvers straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups, then padlocks them into place. I’m surprised when she continues up my legs, next securing both knees, and then finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail—it’s like I’m glued to the device. And there is absolutely nothing I can do now to free myself. My doctor has the keys to the padlocks. It’s her choice to free me or not—I could be stuck here the rest of my life if she decided.

Those thoughts continue to pour into my mind. I squirm, my fingers curling around the sides of the chair. I want nothing more than to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I can’t. Unless I want to embarrass myself more than I already have.

Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face—her professionalism is uncanny, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.

“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”

I watch with parted lips as she pushes my gown up, revealing my lower stomach. Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instantly move my arms to cover myself.

“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside of your cunt.”

My eyes widen at the crude language she uses, but before I can say anything (not that I really even wanted too—I found that her language only heightened my arousal) I feel her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. Her fingers move in circles inside of me, and she only pushes them deeper. Her other hand is pressing down on my abdomen. For a moment I swear she touched my g-spot, because my toes are curling and my back is arching. I immediately go to reach for her hands, wanting to pushing them deeper—make her fingers move faster. I’m right about to cum, leaking pathetically and making a mess all over my thighs and the tissue paper that sits beneath my bottom.

But she retracts her fingers. It only takes a moment for me to realize what I have just done, and my face is beet red. Holy fuck, I almost just came at the gynocologist. On her fingers. And I was moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m beyond humiliated, angry at myself for letting my horniness get the best of me. What am I, a teenage boy? I should be able to control myself, not act like some slut during the middle of a medical examination!

“I’m—“

“I told you to hold your arms by your side. I also can’t have you making so much noise. What would the people outside my office think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?” she asks. Her tone is even and firm, yet still slightly degrading.

I’m flabbergasted. “No-no, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, ma’am.”

She again gets up and goes to her desk. When she returns, there are more straps and padlocks, some of them longer than others.

“My only option is to further restrain you. If not, this will be the end of your examination. You can return home, however this visit will still be charged.”

Deep down I knew I didn’t want to leave. And I had already payed for the visit. I felt bad, too. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

“Yes... yes that’s fine. Of course.”

My clit has a heart beat of its own. And as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair, padlocking them into place, the heart beat gets louder and louder. I’m shocked when she continues to fasten the straps around my chest, one of them above my breasts and the other below. It’s humiliating—they look magnified and huge from being squeezed together, and my nipples are even more noticeable. Another strap is fed along my abdomen, until I’m compeltely secured to the chair, my legs spread wide and my slick, puffy pussy on display to my doctor. The gown hardly offers much coverage anymore.

“I will also ask that you consent to this being placed into your mouth.” She shows me the device, and my eyes widen. It appears to be a gag. The strap is black, but the center is a silver ring, and there are several metallic appendages that are fixed off the ring. It looks as if it can be screwed in a certain manner.

Still, I nod, opening my mouth for her. Her heels click as she walks around my restrained body, and she settles the ring behind my teeth. I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of my mouth being stretched wide open, coughing gently when she strictly fastens it. I don’t notice that she pulls the strap as tight as possible, buckling the gag into place.

When she walks back around to face me, she reaches forward, gripping the screws on either side of the gag. I’m surprised when she starts to twist, the gag only stretching wider and wider until I can’t possibly expand my jaw open any further. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, and I begin to shake my head, my incoherent pleas for release and relief going unnoticed.

I realized now what I’ve done. I’ve compeltely given up control to my doctor—a woman I hardly even know. And now I’m restrained entirely to this chair, hardly able to move an inch, strictly gagged and already drooling all over my chest. I can’t fathom how utterly pathetic I must look right now, but all I can do is wait for the examination is over to be released.

When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her eyes scan over my bound form. She removes her gloves, only to replace them with a fresh pair, then returns to focusing on my exposed cunt. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, milking me towards the edge. I squirm freely in my bonds, grunting as I tug against the iron-like restrains. All I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and shake my head from side to side.

I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases her pace, curling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention I wonder if it will ever receive. As soon as I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck.

“I think I know exactly why you’re so wet,” she says. “A couple other patients of mine participate in orgasm denial with their partners as well. It’s quite easy to tell a denied pussy from a satisfied one. Yours is... quite denied. I hope you don’t mind if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”

I begin to thrash in my bonds, making every attempt in the book to free myself or at least hide myself from her. But there’s nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She cuts away at the fabric, eventually managing to slip the remainder of the material out from beneath the straps binding my chest to the chair. Now, I’m truly on display. My tits and pussy are both out, and my nipples are completely hard.

I groan as she massages my tits, tweaking my nipples between her fingertips. She slaps at them, prodding them with her fingers.

“Incredible,” she hums in approval.

She gets up and when she returns, there’s a series of toys in her hands. The medical equipment once on the tray was now replaced with a plethora of toys she intended to use for my torture. A vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps, weights, a makeup brush, and a feather all sit in a nice line.

I whimper when the clamps are fastened onto my nipples. There’s no hesitation when the weights are added, pulling down on my tits. The burning sensation coaxes me to the edge, and I watch in horror as she picks up the dildo. My moans fill the room as she fills me entirely with the toy, pushing it to the hold then using a strip of tape to hold it in place. Her fingers ghost along my lips, and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she takes to fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.

“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. Seeing as you’re a slut for denial, I hope you won’t mind if coax a few edges out of you myself, dear.”

My body is on fire as I approach the edge, whimpering in defeat when those fingers leave me hanging once more.

“Now for the brush.”

She grabs the delicate brush and drags it through my folds, soaking the bristles and drawing circles around my clit. She paints my pussy with my own wetness, and I’m trembling all over. I pull at my wrists, my tits heaving with every breath I take. My jaw aches terribly, but the feeling of an incoming orgasm cancels out any sliver of discomfort I might feel—maybe the discomfort even adds.

I lose track of the amount of edges performed with the brush. All I know is that by the end of it, I had made a mess of the tissue paper beneath me.

My doctor takes a moment to pause, allowing me a break. But not much longer goes by before she continues on with the edges using the vibrator. She drags the buzzing toy all around my cunt on its lowest seething, teasing my inner thighs and pussy lips. I gasp as she places the toy against my tortured nipples, which she eventually removed the clamps from.

When she stops, it’s to look at her phone.

“Excuse me for a moment. I’m being requested at the front desk. I will return shortly, please remain where you are and try to not make any noise.”

I try to beg her to not leave—or to at least let me cum before she disappears, but there’s nothing I can say or do.

But my heart drops into my stomach as she opens the door, swinging it wide open. She kicks a door stopper in, fixing it in place so that the room is completely open to anyone who may walk back. I watch her, unable to comprehend my own shock. There’s no way she would just leave it open like that, not when I look like this—

I thrash in my bonds, crying out for her. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she heads down the hallway.

I don’t know how to act as doctors and nurses pass the door. Some of them simply ignore my pathetic form while others will stop at the doorway, stare, and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks hot pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open all for them.

One doctor even entered, walking circles around me, their gloves hands examining every inch of my skin. Their fingers prodded at my tits and flicked my nipples, chuckling when they managed to stirr a reaction out of me.

“Very nice tits,” they said. “And a pretty pussy too.”

After a few gentle pats on my cunt and stroking my inner thighs, they left.

A few nurses had gathered in front of the door not long after. They pointed and snickered at me, pulling out their phones to snap a few pictures of the new office slut.

“What a whore.”

“Yeah, she’s a slut. Look at how wet she is.”

“Pathetic.”

My doctor returns a few moments later with a clipboard, closes the door, then sits down.

“I’ve decided to schedule you for a follow up visit next week. There are a few more tests I would like to run; however, I don’t have the exact equipment needed to properly run these certain tests today.”

I can only imagine what she has planned.

“I’m going to have you sit tight while I fill out the rest of your chart. Also, you are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself under any circumstances until the next visit. At that point I will decide what your body requires—or, more specially, your cunt. If you think you will have trouble obeying these rules, nod now and I will have one of the nurses bring in a device to assist you through the week.”

I pondered for a moment. I had already planned on rubbing my cunt raw as soon as I got into my car... but I was intruiged. And still ridiculously horny. I moaned.

“Very well.”

A nurse entered the room moments later with a box, and my doctor finally released me from my restraints and my gag. However, I was not allowed to interrupt her as she fixed me into the contraption I would wear for the next week.

“Stand up straight, dear. Legs apart. Please place your hand on the back of your head and thrust out your tits. That’s a good girl.”

She slipped her hand down between my thighs, fingers rubbing at my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, my brows knitting together as I felt another orgasm ready to rack my body. Of course, she pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping.

Moments later, I felt metal encircle my waist, and she had me suck in comfortably. Once the belt was fixed into place, a similar metal strap was fed between my leg and pushed up against my throbbing and sopping wet pussy. I moaned, my clit twitching. She slipped the key into place and locked on the contraption. Her gloved hands pressed against the plate, and I whimpered in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.

“But... but—“

“No,” she said simply. “Now, you will be emailed instructions on how to clean and function every day with the device. You will also be required every day to do something that will ensure peak arousal. When you return for you next visit, I can only move forward if you have reached maximum arousal. Understand, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. You may dress yourself and leave. Don’t forget to sign out.”

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